A knock at the door, Carol was here. Bette opened it. Carol was two inches shorter than her. She had brown hair usually tied in a ponytail…she had lighter skin than Bette and had light brown eyes. Carol was around six years younger…38. She was pretty fit from jogging and yoga, and had an aquiline nose that came from her Greek heritage. But it fit nicely with her beautifully sculpted face. She had a little bit of crows feet around her eyes and two faint lining her mouth. Bette loved those lines. Bette moved over and let her in. Bette touched her shoulder; Carol smiled and put her bag by the coat hanger. They didnt talk that much; they really didnt need to be jabbering all the time. But Bette gave her a tour, proudly talking about the art pieces she around the house. They were comfortable around each other; both had kids with people they hardly knew anymore. Bette knew it wasnt a sympathetic fuck. It was more than that. She just wasnt sure if she wanted to have a stable relationship. She might. She probably did. But Bette didnt want to confuse Angelica…Bette truly didnt know. She just knew she really liked this woman, liked having her in her house for the first time. Bette got to the bedroom and threw Carol a smirk. Carol giggled and stepped forward, surprising Bette with a kiss…she felt the wetness of Carols lips and felt her thighs burn. They moved to the bed…this time Bette wanted to undress Carol herself. Taking off the sweater, kissing every part of her shoulders and neck, making her moan in that voice. Bette was on her side, Carol was on her back…Bette had her leg in between Carols and pressed it forward more while she undid her lovers bra. Bette was aware of the power she had over women. Bette loved it but didnt always act on it. She did with Carol, she kissed and licked those lips….quietly whispering. Sex between them was playful and tender. Sometimes it was scary when Bette was in a mood, after her once a month meetings with Tina. But then Carol would lie there and not do anything. She revealed Bettes roughness by her minimal participation. Carol had made Bette much more aware of another person. Bette leaned down and took Carols breast in her hand, her nipple in her mouth…licking and kissing. Carols hands were on Bettes hips, fiddling with her zipper.

            Afterwards, Bette had munched on some trail mix, throwing some at Carol who half-dozed…lost in Bettes sheets. Then Bette breathed in deeply and asked Carol if she had any questions. Carol woke up fully and leaned on her elbow, studying Bette. Yea…I have quite a few.

TBC