After one such night when the two didn’t return home until well after 3 a.m., Helena dragged herself out of bed and into the hall bathroom for a quick shower.  She hoped the water and the scent of her shower gel would invigorate her enough for her to function as a normal human being.  As she allowed the water to cascade over her body, Helena almost fell asleep standing in the shower, so she decided she better get out and get moving.  Still in a daze, she exited the bathroom completely nude, using her towel to dry her hair.  Unbeknownst to her, Carmen had arisen early that morning and was making her way out of her bedroom toward the kitchen to make herself some coffee. When Helena finally looked up, her eyes fell upon Carmen, who stood staring, her mouth agape.

“Oh fuck!” Helena shrieked, quickly covering herself with her towel.  “Carmen!  Fuck!  I’m sorry!” she yelled as she retreated to her bedroom.

Carmen blinked hard several times, attempting to recover from the shock of having seen her roommate naked.  Really, she couldn’t understand why either woman should be embarrassed.  As lesbians, they had seen plenty of women naked and as roommates, they must have known this was bound to happen.  As she made her coffee, Carmen began to contemplate why the incident had caused them both to feel so uncomfortable.  She found herself smiling, recalling Helena’s beautiful body.  It had been so long since she’d seen such a woman.  The only naked body she’d seen in over a year was Shane’s (forgetting the slight dalliance she had with some random chick she’d picked up for a one night stand after finding out Shane had cheated on her) and her body was far from feminine.  She actually looked like an adolescent boy.  But she had loved Shane, so she had forgotten the fact that she was attracted to women. 

Carmen had always enjoyed the female form.  She enjoyed the fullness of a woman’s breasts, the curve of their hips, the softness of their skin.  She loved how a woman’s nipples hardened, betraying her arousal.  This was something she had noticed with Helena.  She hadn’t meant to look, but she couldn’t ignore the perkiness of Helena’s nipples.  And just now when she’d seen her breasts without clothes to camouflage them, Carmen felt her mouth began to water slightly.  She shook her head at such a thought.  How can you think such a thing about your best friend?  Because she’s fucking beautiful, she answered herself.  Because she’s the sexiest woman you’ve ever known.  Because she’s the kindest, most sincere person you’ve ever met.  Because she’s the only person you want to spend your time with lately.  As this flood of thoughts washed over her, Carmen made her way down the hall to Helena’s room.   She decided that they needed to talk.