Bette slid her key into the lock and turned it. Opening the door, she pulled Helena in by the hand she was holding and backed into the door to close it.

Embracing Helena, she kissed her passionately, as she rubbed her hands over and down, and up again over her firm ass.

Helena could feel her clit twitch and ache. She pressed herself into Bette and kissed her hard, with all the desire it was possible to convey.

Her hands ran up Bette’s side and she massaged her full and ample breasts. Her tongue slid down her neck and between Bette’s breasts, licking and sucking and nuzzling, her nose inhaling deeply.

Bette worked the clasp on Helena’s waistband and pulled down the zipper, slipping her hand inside and stroking against the crotch of her panties, feeling the moisture.

Breathing was labored.

“Did you make your bed this morning?” Helena managed to mutter.

“No,” Bette’s mouth ebbed and flowed against Helena’s, groping for each nuance of flavor.

“Wouldn’t matter,” Helena said, sucking Bette’s tongue into her mouth. “Mmmm. My God, you taste so good,” she mumbled. “Like ambrosia.”

“Your words excite me as much as your touch, Helena,” Bette said softly. “Please make love to me again.”

Helena hastened to control herself enough to make the walk to Bette’s now familiar bedroom. She took Bette’s hand and a step back as she gazed into her eyes. “Come, Bette.”

Bette smiled and willingly followed.

When they entered the room, Helena moved resolutely to the bed. She sat down facing Bette and smiled.

Bette smiled back and then sat down next to Helena, their hips touching. Turning towards each other, they kissed softly and Helena blindly unbuttoned Bette’s top, her fingers moving deftly but slowly. She peeled the fabric back from Bette’s shoulders and lay against her as Bette removed her arms from the sleeves and dropped on her back, her head to the pillow.

Bette clasped her hands around Helena’s neck and smiled. Involuntarily, her chest thrust up, her nipples desiring on their own to touch Helena’s breasts.

“You have completely undone me, Helena,” Bette breathed, her eyelids unable and unwilling to conceal the unending fathom of her passion.

Helena peered into her eyes, combing the depth.

“Are you scared?” Helena asked quietly.

“No. Should I be?”

“No. Not at all, my Darling.”

“Lay naked with me and hold me,” Bette requested, rubbing Helena’s breast and delicately pinching her nipple.

Slowly, Helena disrobed herself as Bette watched. And Bette removed her own attire as well.

They lay next to one another, closely, and held each other, looking into the other’s eyes and groping tightly with their hands and arms. The length of their soft skin touched melodically. Their inner thighs, wrapped together, felt the other’s wetness. It was a complete harmony. Their hearts beat in rhythm against the other.

“Bette,” Helena whispered, “did you ever think a few weeks ago, during that seemingly fateful encounter, that we would ever be together holding each other so blissfully like this.”

“No, not really,” Bette replied softly, the tip of her nose cozying the tip of Helena’s. “Did you?”

“I hoped.”