I looked at Tina, my eyes filled with tears. It was like one of those songs you can relate to when you hear “Killing me softly,” it’s like they read your mind. Tina looked at me, her lip quivering as tears threatened to escape.

“Stop finding excuses to fight, and just be together,” Helena said with a sigh.

“I’m sorry!” I cried.

“I’m sorry!” Tina said at the same as we both stepped forward and our lips crashed together. Helena back up out of the way in surprise and chuckled.

“Oh you two are just sexually frustrated! No wonder you were going at it like cats and dogs,” Helena said laughing.

Tina and I ignored as we continued our kiss passionately. We felt like we were being pushed but we just continued kissing. Helena had pushed us into the bathroom were she kicked everyone out and pushed us into a stall. I heard her locking the door of the bathroom and then sigh.

“Hurry up, I can only keep the door closed for so long,” Helena said. She was probably keeping the door closed with her body and it wasn’t long until there was knocking on the door and Helena was telling them to hang on.

It felt weird to have Helena listening to us, but she was just being a good friend, and I couldn’t wait a moment longer. Five months of frustration spilled out of me and I pushed Tina against the bathroom wall harshly making her grunt.

“Don’t kill her,” I heard Helena murmuring with a small giggle.

“Shut the fuck up!” I called as I unbuttoned Tina’s jeans and she unbuttoned mine.

“Yeah,” Tina whispered, “fuck me.”

I groaned at her words and slipped my hand into her panties moaning when I came into contact with her wetness.

“So wet,” I moaned slipping my finger inside of her and hearing her moan of pleasure.

When I felt her fingers entering me I almost moaned out but bit my lip knowing that Helena was there. Tina probably didn’t care that our British friend heard her moaning, but I would hate it.

Then again, how could I help myself when Tina was fucking me so hard with her fingers.

“Mother fucker,” I moaned pumping my fingers faster in desperation.

“Shit,” Tina panted, “Bette! Don’t stop! Don’t fucking stop!”

I pumped my fingers faster as did she, our pants and moans filling the air until we both cried out and started trembling.

I almost fell to the floor because my knees felt like jell-o and I was a little drunk. Tina held me upright and fixed my pants.

I leaned on her as she fixed her pants then walked me out of the stall. Helena was still leaning against the door, people were already knocking urgently. Her face was completely flushed and she was chuckling nervously.

“Jesus, you two need to have sex everyday from now on,” she said laughing, “it sounded like you hadn’t done in years!”

“Five months,” Tina said smiling in satisfaction.

“Oh fuck,” Helena laughed, “well maybe you should do it more than once a day.”

“That’s the plan,” Tina said, “we can’t fight like this ever again Bette.”

“No we can’t,” I said drunkenly, “I love you too much.”

“I love you too, Bette,” Tina said kissing my cheek tenderly, “besides, it’s us against the world.”