Bette followed closely behind Candace. Candace had somehow managed to get a few paces ahead because of the near capacity crowd that filled Milk on this Holiday Sunday. Bettes eyes never left the back of Candaces head so she didnt notice Shane, Alice and Dana entering the night club to her left.

The cool night air greeted Bette as she pushed the door that Candace just exited open. She glanced briefly around the parking lot before spotting Candace a few steps from her vehicle. Removing her key chain from her clutch, Bette picked up her speed and arrived on the passenger side of the white gold crystal 2005 SC 430 Lexus convertible two seconds after Candaces head disappeared into the drivers seat. Noting the locked door, she used the spare key on her key ring to unlock the passenger side of the door. A spitting mad Bette slid her lithe frame into the passenger seat and turned to glare at Candace.

Bette, get out of my car, Candace said clutching and un-clutching the steering wheel. She refused to look to the right at her uninvited guest. Her key had dropped at her feet due to the surprise of Bette entering her vehicle.

What the ***** was that Candace, Bette asked. The pulse at the side of her temple was ticking erratically. Bette continues to stare at Candace, trying to make eye contact. Bette is oddly calm when she gently reaches over and turns her chin, forcing Candace to acknowledge her. Bette looks deeply into her eyes, searching for an answer.
Suddenly, Bette pulls Candace on top of her. She runs her hands urgently up Candaces shirt, reaching under her bra, rubbing on her already hardened nipples. She continues to massage her nipples with one hand, while unfastening Candaces pants with the other. Candace, overwhelmed with shock, finally begins to struggle, her mind saying that she doesnt want this, but her body betraying her.
Candace is straddling Bettes legs, as she moves to achieve leverage. Bette momentarily stops her assault on her nipples, takes one hand and uses it to push the power seat into a reclining position. She moves to push Candaces pants further down.
Bette pulls Candace down so that she can taste her lips. She runs her hands back up Candaces shirt, this time pulling the shirt over her head and pushing her bra up so that she can access her nipples, once again. She drags her lips from Candaces only to engulf her nipples in her mouth. She sucks hard, and Candace groans loudly.
Bette is wreaking havoc on her senses, and she involuntarily begins to grind her hips against Bette. Bette moans at the friction that is being created by the material of her pants rubbing against her *****.
Candace succumbs to her desire as she stops grinding and starts to unbutton Bettes pants. She rises up in order to remove her pants along with Bettes panties. She looks down at Bette, her emotions masked, except the raw desire that resides in her eyes. Bette looks up at and says, Come here baby, I want to make you come.
Candace moans again and lowers herself, while Bette grabs her *****, unwilling to wait. Bette reaches in between them, and runs 2 fingers up and down Candaces soaking wet center, back up to her *****. Candace begins to move her hips, maximizing the sensation and pleasure. She moves her mouth down to Bettes shoulder and sinks her teeth lightly into her flesh. Bette lets out a cry and simultaneously enters Candace with her fingers. Candace comes up from Bettes shoulder and gasps at the intrusion, her hips stopping their grinding movement. Bette whispers seductively, Ride my fingers baby.
She looks up at Bette and Bette uses the opportunity to grab her nipple again with her mouth. Candace begins to move up and down on Bettes fingers, the forward motion putting friction against Bettes womanhood. Every time her fingers went in deeper and deeper, they came out wetter, Candaces juices running down her hand. Candace moved her legs up closer to Bettes hips so that her knees were pressed against the crease in the seat where the seat reclined.
Bette was rapidly losing control, as she could feel Candaces inner muscles clamping down on her fingers. Bette moves her left leg, so that now Candace is riding Bettes thigh, while Bettes curls her fingers in an upward motion, stroking her G spot. Ohhh Bette, baby, right there, thats itoh *****, she hisses between her teeth.
Bettes ears begins to hear a ringing noise as she continues to grind into her, her hips rising up to meet Candace stroke for stroke, and she begins to feel the sensation of her own impending *****. She repeats her earlier plea, Candace come for me baby, Im here with you, you feel so good, so warm, baby I want you to come all over my fingers. At that moment, Candace loses all control and grinds harder, pulling Bettes fingers even deeper into her.
Suddenly, she screams Bettes name, the sound echoing throughout the car, her ***** overpowering her, draining her, consuming her. At that exact same moment, Bette cries out in her own *****. She feels her sweet wetness, running down her thighs coating the leather seats.
Candace and Bette collapsed into an embrace. Im sorry, Bette whispered. Within seconds, Candace began to disengage herself from Bettes embrace. She reaches around the car for her discarded clothes before moving toe the drivers seat, making an attempt to dress herself in the cramped quarters of the car. Bette takes that as her cue to fix her clothing. Bette turns to look at Candace when she notices a silent tear sliding down her face. Embarrassed by the events that have just transpired in the car and sickened by her lack of control, Bette grabs the door handle and steps out of the car. Im sorry, she repeats one more time before closing the door and walking on unsteadily towards her car.