“Uh-huh,” Bette could barely answer as she had leaned back to use her mouth on Gail’s *****.  “Uh-huh.”

“I’m so wet right now, but everyday at the library… I’ve been… like this.  Wanting you so much.”

Bette grunted.

“That time we went to see Jagged Edge… I was wet for you, Bette.  Sitting at dinner that night, when we have lunch together—I’m like this.”

Bette’s eyes closed at the very image of it and the knowledge of what she was doing.  Bette Porter, a woman who hadn’t considered ***** with another woman before she met this one was having the experience of her life.  It was her fingers sliding and slipping over silky wetness, pushing against another woman’s hard clitoris, teasing another woman’s entrance.  It was unreal, surreal, unbelievable, and just perfect.  Simply perfect.

“My ***** ached for your fingers.”

Bette cried out, “It’s big.”  She captured Gail’s clitoris between her finger and thumb and rubbed it gently, giving it her best fingerjob. 

“Hard for you.  For you, Bette.  I’ve wanted you.” Gail rocked against Bette’s hand.  “Oh, God.  I knew….”  She groaned loudly unable to continue her thought.

Bette’s hips rocked left and right, dancing against Gail’s body while her hand kept dancing all around her swollen lips, near her hole, and against her *****.

“I’ve wanted you so much.”

“Wanted you, too.”

“That’s it.  Aaaaah.  Oh, yeah.”

“What do you want me to do?” 

“Whatever you want?  I’ll take whatever you give me.”

Bette plunged two fingers inside of Gail.  “Okay?”

“Perfect.”  She moaned and whispered into Bette’s ear, “***** me.”  Gail’s rocking increased until she was virtually bouncing up and down on Bette’s fingers.  “How’s it feel?”  She rasped out between groans.

“You’re so tight.  This feels incredible.”

“Incredible.

They moved together and apart repeatedly with Gail talking to her the whole time.  Gail was so hot inside and so soft.  Bette’s fingers caressed and moved against those heated walls and Bette’s mind flitted to that song by Sheena Easton.  It was heaven, just as Sheena had described it. 

Gail’s fair complexion was now a hot pink.  Perspiration dotted her chest.  Her back was damp and her spiked bangs lay flat against her forehead, sticking to her skin.  She pulled back to look at Bette, staring into her eyes before bending to offer her mouth and lips to her.  Their kiss was raw and needy and they bruised each other with their passion.  Gail jerked from their contact and said breathlessly, “Ask me.”