Chapter 1

It’s so easy to get lost in memories while you’re soaking up the California sun with you’re feet dunked in a pool.

We’re here, back in LA. I can’t believe it, six months ago I was in New York, thinking we were settled and now I think I live in a mad house.

I remember moving day like if it were yesterday. Bette was wearing sweats and wife beater carrying a bunch of boxes into the car. The movers would get all the other stuff, she just wanted to move our personal things like underwear, paperwork, items of value, and our special box.

Oh the special box.

That box was locked at all times because we couldn’t risk Angie or Mattie seeing it. It was full of all our sex toys. How embarrassing that would be.

I remember before we left, Bette had pulled me into the bathroom and said that she wanted to properly say goodbye to the house that had been our home for 12 years.

Next thing I know my back is pressed against the door, my legs are wrapped around her thin and surprisingly muscular stomach, and our lips are connected in a fiery kiss.

It was so intense and so…carnal. My hands had wrapped around her head holding her to my chest as she kissed and bit my breasts through my USC T-shirt. I knew Angie and Mattie were in the living room and I had to keep quiet. I was biting my lip to stop from screaming, but when Bette’s hand went into my jeans I couldn’t stop the moaning.

God, I think her fingers just got better over time, or maybe she had just memorized my body so much it was almost natural. Oh the way she touched me, slowly rubbing circles on my clit with her thumb as her middle and ring finger slipped inside me.

I love feeling her long slender fingers deep inside me, pushing harder and deeper, hitting all the spots she knows I love. And that night she hit those spots fast. She hit them over and over again, muffling my moans with her mouth until I was trembling and contracting against her fingers.

Ugh. Fuck, so hot.

I didn’t get to return the favor until we got to L.A where Angie and Mattie had knocked out in exhaustion. We were tired too but I couldn’t go to sleep without returning the favor.