“Fuck me…” Bette whispered.

“I don’t know if you really want me to.  If I do, there’s a good chance you won’t be the same afterward.  There’s a good likelihood that you won’t be able to get fucked by anyone else.   Not after me.”

“Please…” Bette groaned slightly into her ear.

Helena chuckled, “That’s what I like to hear—begging.”

Bring it back to the middle and round again.  Whip it up and shake it down.  Slide it right back on in.—Kirsten Price, Magic Tree

Helena slid two fingers into Bette, feeling the muscles there pulsating against her.  Moving in and out, Bette asked for more and Helena didn’t hesitate to give it to her.  Her muscles squeezed her tighter and tighter still.  Curving her fingers, she located a spot that she knew Bette would love to be touched while manipulating her clit with her thumb.

Bette’s body jerked wildly, in ways that Helena had never seen a woman move before.  Helena didn’t want to fall in love, but Bette was going to make her with the way she sounded and looked.

Helena slid her fingers out of Bette, her fingers wet with Bette’s thick juices.  Helena sucked her fingers, tasting Bette’s sweetness for herself.  She wondered in what other ways she could fuck her, because undoubtedly she would.

She was sure of it.

She crawled to the side of Bette, her body pressed firmly against hers, but her back facing her.  Bette turned slightly, her front now pressed into Helena’s back.

Helena didn’t have any qualms about being held, so she took Bette’s arm and draped it over her waist.

“Can I sleep here?” Helena asked.

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

**

Helena woke up, her skin sticky from the contact between her body and Bette’s.  She ran her fingers delicately across Bette’s skin.

‘Don’t go there, Helena.’ Helena thought, as she felt her heart’s pounding becoming faster and more erratic.

Bette’s body rolled towards Helena, the sun hitting her face in the perfect angle.

“Good morning.” Bette whispered, not opening her eyes.

Helena started to question Bette’s skills at ESP.  Is she psychic?

“Good morning.”

“How are you?”

“Open your eyes.  I want you to look at me when I’m speaking to you.  And I’m fine, thank you.”

Bette opened her eyes, “Just fine?”

“Telling you that I’m any better than fine would boost your ego just a little too much.”

“Fine, don’t tell me that you feel wonderful and you never wanted last night to end.  You don’t have to say anything, actually.  It’s all in your face, baby doll.”

Helena smiled, showing Bette her pearly whites.

‘Could it be possible that she has the most perfect smile possible?’ Bette thought, trying hard not to kiss her, but knowing she couldn’t hold it back for much longer.

Leaning forward, Bette took Helena’s bottom lip into her own.  Helena breathed deeply, showing Bette just how much she liked the idea of kissing her.

“And that kiss says you must feel the same.” Helena said, in an almost pleading way.

“A girl’s got to have secrets, right?”

“I guess she does.”

Bette got up to go to the bathroom and Helena watched her naked frame until she disappeared.

“Jesus Christ.” She groaned softly, “If she’s going to look like that, how does she expect me not to fall in love?”

She reached for her cell phone, she could only assume Bette placed it there overnight.  She had two missed text messages.

Alice: Roomie!  Where are you!?  Need to spill on my date!

Alice: Okay, seriously.  Where are you?!

Helena loved the fact that Alice did worry about where she had gone.  Alice was a great friend.

Helena: Bette’s place.  Will explain when I get home.