She guided that hand, making Gail pump into her.  Bette could no longer hold on.  Another ***** was tearing through her the moment that Gail rubbed a certain spot inside of her.  Her head fell back onto her shoulders, her eyes rolled back into her head; Bette groaned as her mouth fell open and she lost herself in this newfound desire.  She’d never felt anything like it.  “Oh.  Oh.  Oh, please.  I – I…Oh.”  She hissed in air, gasped out sigh after sigh.  Her entire body moved from side to side, holding Gail’s hand captive.  Inside she felt waves of pleasure move on top of each other, building, reaching a crescendo, falling back and then rolling over her again and again while her body rocked left and right, bouncing on the throw rug in front of the fire.

“That’s it, Bette.  This is how women love each other.  This is how it feels, love.”  Gail continued to lightly push inside her, not searching out another *****, but savoring the feel of the young Bette Porter surrounding her fingers, trembling and twitching.  Gail probably meant to merely comfort, but Bette was as stimulated as she’d ever been.  She gently rocked her hips, relaxing into Gail’s motion, but that rocking and those long fingers the color of fine porcelain that never stilled had her climbing again.   Her climax jolted her into a sitting position and in that same swift motion, she pulled Gail up to straddle her.  Gail’s legs were open and she knelt over Bette, her knees rested beside Bette’s thighs.  Bette’s hand slithered between them and for the very first time, but certainly not the last, Bette experienced what it was like to touch and give pleasure to a woman.  It was a heady moment for her.  As her fingers slipped and slid in Gail’s wetness, Bette’s heart raced along.  She was amazed that all of this desire and need mixed and blended, jumped and danced between them.  Bette caressed Gail in two different ways—the same long, teasing strokes Gail had used on her and the quicker, more forceful manipulation she used on herself when alone.  Gail liked both touches and moaned into Bette’s ear while hugging Bette close.  “Oh, that’s how I like it.  Just like that.  Do you like how wet I am for you?”