Dear Diary,

We spent at least an hour kissing last night, same as every night the past week.  Well kissing and me massaging, rubbing, touching, feeling Bette’s breasts.  It’s amazing to me how perfectly they fit in my hands.  I swear they were made to fit together.  I was nervous a little at first when I accidentally started stroking her breast a week ago.  We were kissing in her backyard by the pool and my hand just went there on its own.  But every night we have spent time together and every night it leads to the same place whether on the couch, in the backyard and even a few times in the car, Bette and I kissing with my hands wandering.  Until last night, we were kissing with one of my hands on the back of her head and the other on her breast when I reached down to my waist where her hands were and brought her hands up to my own breasts.  She stopped kissing me and looked me in the eye with a look of questioning so I nodded and she ever so softly placed her hands where I wanted them.  I think she was unsure of whether if I was sure that was where I wanted to go.  But I don’t think I have been more sure of anything and it was the most amazing feeling ever to have the person I love, the woman I love touching me in that intimate a way.  Just like when I first touched her breasts when she touched mine it felt like they were made for her hands.  Amazing, the soft sensation of her gentle hands caressing me that I swear was the best feeling in the world; it was like she was showing her love for me through the movement of her hands.

As we continued making out the feeling of connectedness was stronger than I had felt before, I do admit that I was frightened for an instant but then I remembered it was Bette and Bette was/is the person who I love and will never hurt me.  When we stopped she placed her forehead against mine as her breathing and mine slowed back to a normal rate and she whispered “Was that okay T?”