“Why not?” Elaine asked, reaching out to snake an arm around Helena’s waist. Helena leaned her head against her friend’s chest, knowing that it wouldn’t go any further than affectionate touching, unless she changed her mind and acquiesced. “We used to…especially on nights like this, when we hadn’t lucked out. I’m totally sober now, if that’s what you’re worried about?” As if to prove her point, she got to her feet and retrieved a large bottle of water from the kitchen, sharing it with Helena.

“No, that’s not it. I’m just…I’m sort of in a complicated situation with someone in LA. I thought I had it under control, but I’m just sort of missing her now.”

“Are you in love with her?” Elaine asked. Helena raised her hands, as though in defeat, and nodded.

“Well.” Elaine sat back. “Who is she?”

Helena told the whole story, starting with her and Bette’s first time after their friend Dana’s funeral. When she described how it all began, Elaine’s eyes grew wide.

“What?” Helena asked, concerned.

“Nothing. It’s just…I mean that’s intense, what you’re describing. It doesn’t seem as though you two were ever just ‘friends with benefits.’ It sounds like it was intense right from the start.”

Helena shrugged, pursed her lips. “Yes, I suppose, but we never wanted it to go further. We were both involved with other people…”

“Neither of you were involved with anybody who was absolutely right for you, from the sounds of it.”

“Well, no, I mean in my case, certainly not. But Bette genuinely seems to care for this Jodi woman…”

“Whom you never met. And who sounds like a vehicle for Bette to figure out her life with, not her ‘one true love’.”

“Perhaps…”

“Either way, love, you and Bette sound really intense together.”

Helena smirked, and told Elaine a few more stories—in detail. Elaine’s face grew flushed, and Helena began to become aroused at the things she described.

Elaine swallowed hard. “Wow…” Her voice came out like a squeak. “That sounds…wow.”

Helena looked at her friend through half lidded eyes. “Maybe, you know, for old times’ sake…”

An hour later, Elaine lit a cigarette, laying back in her bed.  Helena lay beside her with a grin on her face. They were not fully naked—Helena still had her jeans on, though they were undone, and Elaine still wore her tank top. They had fallen into bed, giggling and talking, before Helena took control and undressed Elaine roughly, fucking her in every position known to human kind over the course of an hour.