Bette relaxed back into her seat. She closed her eyes. And fantasized. All the way home. They didn’t speak again until they pulled into Bette’s driveway.

*** *** *** ***

It was a British accent: “Home again, home again, jiggedy jig!”

Helena exhaled and smiled, looking over to Bette while her hand caressed the knob of the stick shift.

Looking up and over, Bette smiled. “My Daddy used to say that. But not quite so sexily. I like the accent. Jiggedy jig.” She massaged her hand over Helena’s. “I’m glad I live close to the restaurant.”

Catching Bette’s eyes, Helena responded, laughing, “And why is that? You don’t trust my driving?”

“I do,” Bette said, amorously. “But,” she took Helena’s hand and placed it under her waistband, “my kitty doesn’t.”

“Bette?”

Helena’s eyes closed.

“Why so shy, Helena? I want you.”

Bette rubbed the top of Helena’s hand in her pants and spread her legs slightly as she lay back in the seat.

“It’s the martinis talking,” Helena objected, but stroking her gently, and opening her eyes.

Reaching over with her arm, Bette’s hand caressed Helena’s face.

“No,” she whispered, “I’ve been thinking about you since that night.”

“Bette?” Helena said, closing her eyes and feeling Bette’s touch.

“Let’s go inside, Helena,” Bette quietly commanded.

*** *** *** ***

“Oh my God! Oh my God!” Alice screamed, straddling the chair.

“Alice! Calm down!” Bette soothed, fingering her hand lightly.

She looked around the sparsely populated Planet.

“This is just the coolest shit since … “

“Since what, Alice? Nothing is cool. Everything is stupid. A pop cultural phenomenon.”

“Yeahhh, Baby!”

“God, Alice, now you sound like … what’s his name …?”

“Austin Powers! You’ve been shagged, baby! But by somebody really British and really sexy! Wonder what she’s spying on?”

Bette’s eyes widened.

“What makes you think she’s spying on me?” Bette asked, chills running through her body.

“Bette! Calm down! I was just being silly! Pop cultural shit and all. Geez. Take a deep breath!”

Inhaling, Bette cupped her coffee and sipped.

“You’re falling in love, aren’t you?”

Bette almost choked but smoothed her napkin in her lap and looked around the room.

She cradled her cell phone in her palm. And looked at it intensely.

“You are, aren’t you!” Alice exclaimed.

“Shut up, Alice! I hate you!”

Helena wafted through the door that only Alice was facing.

Alice’s eyebrows lifted slightly.

“She’s not gonna call,” Alice said somberly.

“How do you know?” Bette asked, trying to hide her disappointment.

Alice raised her head and smirked.

Helena’s hands massaged Bette’s neck.

Bette looked up and around her shoulder. Helena’s face dipped down and kissed her unsuspecting lips.

Melting, Bette closed her eyes and kissed Helena back.

“I loved last night,” Helena whispered.

“Me too,” Bette murmured. “I shouldn’t say this…but I’m ready to go again. I thought we agreed I’d call. What are you doing here?”

“Hello!” Alice smiled brightly and yelled loudly, waving her hands back and forth.

Wrapping her arms around Bette’s neck, Helena grinned as she looked into Alice’s eyes.

“Good Morning, Alice,” Helena said, hugging Bette’s neck. “How are you?”

Bette’s eyes involuntarily closed as she snuggled her cheek against Helena’s.

“Apparently, bereft. Sexless. Unlike my Planetary companions. Who are just about to fuck before my eyes,” Alice lamented.

“Alice!” Bette admonished.

“Well? What are you going to do today?” Alice asked, slumping into her chair, but eyes still wide.

“Well, Alice, if you must know,” Helena explained, “we’re going to go get a new pussy for Bette.”

“What? What the fuck! Did ya wear out her old one last night or what?”

“Would you like to come?” Bette asked thoughtfully, laughing.

“Oh my God! Can I? I love to go pussy shopping!”