“Do you want this?” The question was simple and straightforward, but it implied a multitude of uncertainties.  Did Helena want to sleep with her?  Was she ready for a relationship?  Was she willing to risk her friendship in order to satisfy her lust?  Was it merely lust?  Was it love?  These were all questions she had asked herself.  As she lay with Helena today, she knew her own answers.  What she didn’t know was how Helena felt and if she could handle knowing the truth.

Helena was silent for a few moments.  Carmen’s heart beat rapidly with excitement and anxiety.  Although she couldn’t stand the suspense of hearing Helena’s answer, she respected that Helena really needed to think about it before she answered.  Finally, she spoke up.

“Carmen,” she said, reaching up to hold the other woman’s face in her hands, “I truly and honestly can’t remember when I’ve wanted anything more than to make love to you passionately and exhaustively and tenderly and wildly and—“

Carmen stopped Helena’s rant with her mouth.  She kissed her again, this time with less  hunger, but with assurance.  When she broke away, she sat up, pulling Helena with her. 

“I don’t want to over-analyze this and I don’t want to make a big speech, but I want you to know that I have wanted to do this for awhile and knowing that you want me too makes me happier than I’ve been in a very long time.”

Helena gave Carmen a soft peck on the lips. Then she leaned in further and whispered seductively in her ear, “Make love to me.”  With a slight flick of her tongue, she lightly licked Carmen’s earlobe.  A small high pitched moan escaped Carmen’s lips.  She drew back and her deep chocolate eyes met Helena’s aquamarine. 

“You’re so beautiful,” she was able to utter.  Her eyes then travelled down to Helena’s lips, swollen from kissing, down to her subtle cleavage, and finally to the buttons of her blouse which she slowly had begun to unfasten. She drew the sleeves down Helena’s toned arms and tossed the garment aside.  Helena’s hands found their way under Carmen’s top and made contact with the silky skin of her stomach.  Carmen lifted her arms to allow Helena to pull the top over her head.  In one slick move, Helena unclasped Carmen’s bra, freeing her breasts from their lacy confinement.  She dipped her head down and planted soft kisses along Carmen’s collarbone and chest.  Before Carmen would allow her to proceed, she reached around Helena’s back to remove her bra.  She wouldn’t indulge Helena any further without her own sight at which to marvel.  With her thumbs, she gently massaged Helena’s already firm nipples into further erection.  As she leaned in for another kiss, she tenderly yet firmly pushed against Helena to maneuver her into a reclining position.  Helena complied and rested her back against the soft pillows of the bed.  Carmen descended upon Helena’s breasts, capturing her nipple in between her lips and drawing the fullness into her mouth.  This elicited a tiny “uh” from her lover as Helena grabbed Carmen’s head, yearning for more contact.  Once again, that electric tingle shot through Helena’s body toward her clit.  But as much as she ached for relief, she wanted the exploration of their bodies to continue.  Carmen began to move south, kissing, licking and sucking the taut skin of Helena’s abdomen.  She soon reached the jut of Helena’s hip bone just above the waist of her pants.  She nipped at the skin, then licked the faint mark she left.