“Fuck…” Bette whispered softly, only encouraging Helena to keep her motions up.

Helena supported Bette’s body weight as she continued to fuck her slowly.  Bette was no longer able to support herself and the shower wall wasn’t helping her either.

Not in 26 years of life had Bette met a woman so attentive to her needs, so much so that she was willing to forgo her own needs.  She didn’t plan on falling in love anytime soon, but she was scared that she could fall in love with Helena.  It was too soon to tell, she was sure of it, but she knew that she wouldn’t mind seeing Helena every day for the rest of her life.

Helena was diligent, loving, and caring to Bette’s body; she took her time to take her to where she needed to go.  Bette almost fell and would have, if it had not been for Helena holding her when she came against Helena’s fingers.

Saying her name softly against the water still pouring over the both of them, Bette slid off of Helena’s fingers and turned to her.  Her lips touched her gently.

“Your turn.” She said against them, pushing her hard against the bathroom wall.

“Mmm…my favorite part.”

Helena relaxed against Bette’s body and prepared for what Bette was going to give her.

~~

Helena bid Bette farewell until later.  She was completely showered, deciding to borrow a Yale t-shirt and a pair of basketball shorts from Bette.  She opened the door to the apartment to see Alice sitting on the couch, her glasses on and a glass of orange juice in front of her.

“Uh oh.  I know that look.” Alice said.

“What look?”

“You just got fucked!”

“Is it that obvious?”

“Well, for starters, you’re wearing her clothes.  Secondly, you have this smile on your face that says that you’ve been getting busy all night.”

Helena shook her head, knowing that there was no way to deny Bette now.

“How was your date?”

“It was great.  I wasn’t quite as lucky as you, but I did get asked out on a second date.”

“Congrats.  Do you think it’s a love connection?” Helena took a seat beside Alice, tucking her feet under her legs.

“Maybe.  I like her a lot, but she’s not exactly the most ‘out’ person in the world.”

“Is that a deal breaker?”

“I don’t know.  We’ll see.”

Deciding to keep the topic of Bette away from their conversation, Helena told Alice that she should do some laundry.  Gathering her things and putting them in the car, she could only hoped that things between she and Alice would be less awkward.

~

Bette made up her bed, catching whiffs of Helena’s smell left in the spot where they slept.  She smiled involuntarily at the idea of Helena.  Her phone buzzed by her bedside.

Helena: Hope you know you’re not getting these clothes back…

Bette: Why not? Lol

Helena: I need a souvenir and I couldn’t make off with a pair of your panties.  This will just have to do.

Bette: Where’s my souvenir?

Helena: Your souvenir is the fact that I could possibly come back to see you.

Bette: When will I see you again?

Helena: You can see me whenever you’d like.  You know where to find me.

Helena was quite the flirt, Bette decided.  But she wasn’t sure what that meant for her.  Bette always had a jealous streak.  She wasn’t sure she would be able to handle seeing her flirting with someone else.

As much as she enjoyed the way she was feeling about Helena, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to handle her own feelings.