Tina was standing at the outside of the front door talking giddily about how she was excited for Helena and Bette was trying not to show any signs of excitement herself then as Helena swung a leg over the seat and pushed her body up against Bette for a moment to get comfortable and Bette could feel Helena’s arms wrap snugly around her waiting for the bike’s take-off. Bette’s toes curled when she felt Helena sigh and her hot breath caressed her neck gently. Helena smelled sweetly and her arms felt magnificent around her body. Before turning up the throttle’s power, Bette unhooked Helena’s grip around her, took off her leather coat she was wearing and handed it to her passenger. “Here. The wind is going to be chilly.”

Away they rode as Bette felt Helena’s grip around her waist again. Bette shifted uncomfortably in her seat riding down the street getting closer to the mall. All she wanted was for Helena to unsnap her button at the top of her pants and never mind the rest of her pant’s hooks and denies of permit into the top and force a hand in and down her mound and slip a finger inside of her. She wanted Helena to tease her a little bit and rub her pussy, rub her soft well-shaven mound, run her fingers roughly over her lips, in between them, and push into the entrance again. Fingering Bette on her Harley is exactly what she wanted Helena to do but as the cool breeze blew on their faces, she could feel Helena not even think about what she was thinking about and begging for to happen. She knew that Helena was enjoying the ride far too much and despised her far too much to even have the faintest thought about Bette sexually.

Bette went through pure torture on that Harley Davidson thinking up all kinds of nasty things the two of them could do together. Tina wasn’t that into the motorcycle and she thought maybe she resented her for purchasing it and that was why she had never let Bette take her on the seat. Would Helena feel the same way about Bette wanting to lick every crevice of her body and fuck her like a rabid beast on her favorite toy? She remembered the taste of Helena she didn’t enjoy one bit when they all had sex together. She tasted so sweet but she wouldn’t appreciate the sex she had with her then because she only wanted Tina, and to please Tina and if fucking Helena was what Tina wanted to see done then so be it. Bette loved to conquer women and as long as that long tongue of hers could do the job, which it always did, then she didn’t care who wanted it or who wanted to see it. But even though when she gave it to Helena and made her come multiple times, she knew that Helena was never into it fully. It made her feel good and all that but there was a real connection with Tina for Helena. Now Bette did not want Helena to love her or have any feelings at all for her emotionally, she could save those for their blonde beauty, but she did want to take Helena all by herself, somewhere private. She wanted to ravenously tear her annoying bits of clothing off with her teeth, lick her, suck her, fuck the making-love part. She wanted Helena to enjoy every single second of Bette’s tongue taking advantage of that body of hers and rub it down and lick it down and bite those nipples and pull at them with her teeth. Shove her tongue in her mouth and force Helena’s tongue to wrestle with her own, squeeze those perfect tits, jam her fingers in that snatch without warning and to Helena’s desperation. Bette wanted to fuck the shit out of Helena alone, without Tina present then Bette could go on with her life and feel satisfied that once again a woman fell to her knees and worshipped the very essence of who Bette was and the constant splashes of juice all over her face that she so eagerly licked off was all the proof that she needed to know that she was the perfect lover and another woman, one that she so intensely wanted would show her and scream out her name so all the universe could hear, all except Tina, and Bette would somehow get Helena to surrender to her. But, with Helena sitting patiently and unknowingly on that Harley, how would Helena have any clue as to what Bette wanted to do to her? Bette needed to show her how much she wanted her. Bette stopped the bike and she felt Helena loosen her grip. She immediately threw down the kickstand and faced Helena who got off as well. She went for Helena’s waist to bring her swiftly forward to her with her womanly strength and lust.

“Helena? Bette? Is that you guys?” Bette looked past Helena and saw Alice coming toward them with crap rattling in sacks. On her left was Jenny and on her right was Shane.

Helena quickly turned around and greeted their friends and explained why they were there so late at night at the mall. The parking lot was cleaned out and no one else was really around but an old couple walking to their car and some security guards lollygagging about.

And so it turned out that after Helena was going to get her shirt from the store in the mall, her and the girls were all going out for a slice of pie at The Planet and when Helena asked Bette if she wanted to come eat with them, Bette declined. The only thing Bette wanted to eat was heading for the mall entrance with her gaggle of talking friends.

Though Bette told herself that she was going to stop smoking, she felt in her jacket that Helena gave back to her for a cig and her Zippo lighter. When she lit the cancer stick and leaned against her Harley, she thought about Tina. She needed to be getting home to her and just as she thought that, she noticed some big-breasted, bloody-shirt wearing, brunette woman come out of no where, hit both male security guards in the head with something large, steal their little golf cart-looking thing they drove around the car lot in, and drive away.

“Damn Carmen,” Bette shook her head, rolled her eyes, and put herself back on her bike. And she was not sleeping in the same bed as Tina and Helena that night. She felt her back starting to hurt again…