“It’s just, I’ve been thinking,” I managed to say before I dissolved because her fingers were teasing along the flesh of my inner thighs, trailing upwards. I bit my lip.

“Yeah?” she said quietly. She pressed her lips to mine, worked her mouth down toward my neck. “Are you getting better at that, then?” she mumbled against me, lingering against the pulse of my throat.

“Funny,” I gasped as she rocked her hips against me. I wrapped my legs around her waist and dragged her closer. “No, look-” Bette squeezed her hand between us again and I relaxed my grip a little, giving her room. “Ah-Kyle’s mother is getting married again-”

“How nice for her.” Bette lifted her head just long enough to smile before dipping her head lower, wrapping her lips around my nipple. I arched against her. “But entirely inappropriate as a topic of conversation right now,” she added.

“I just thought, you know, I was invited, so, if you would come as my date…” I trailed off as I felt her fingers pushing my underwear aside.

“Uh, when is it?” she asked in distraction. She teased me gently, her lips hovering above mine, her hot breath light and airy. I wet my lips, mumbled something incoherent. “What?” she whispered.

“Not for a few months. Three, I think.”

“Ah.”

I held the back of her head with one hand and lowered her down and kissed her. She shifted. “What do you think?” I asked. She didn’t respond and I felt her slide inside me; I whimpered a little. My free hand clenched the couch cushions.

I couldn’t enjoy it, though, if she was purposely trying to distract me, so I tried again. “Bette?”

She sighed, her fingers stilled. “It’s a little early to be making plans, don’t you think?”

“No. It’s a wedding.”

“Yeah, but it’s three months away.”

“Well, I mean…” I tried to steady my breathing. “I just think that it’s sort of a given that you’d be my date, so…”

Bette looked frustrated. “It’s just-three months is a long way off, Alice.” She shifted a bit. “Don’t you think?”

“It’s not really that far away.”