“No.  If you get to my door, I think it would be very difficult for me to let you leave.” I chuckled, leaning in to kiss her.

“See you later.”

“K.  I love you.”

“Love you too.”

I say it because I do mean it.  I love Tina very much.  She’s done wonders for my life.  With her, life is calm and beautiful.

I watch her walk, mostly because I want to make sure she gets in safely.

But also because she has a cute ass.

The clock in the car says that it’s a quarter to seven.

I text Helena to let her know that I would stop off at home for a few hours and then make my way to her place.

Though Tina is the calm and beautiful part of life, Helena is the wild and more interesting part.  With Helena, I feel alive.

I get home, text Tina, and shower.

My skin tingles at the idea of Helena in ways that I never imagined anyone would create.

Helena:

I shower and moisturize.  I even dress, though I’m close to 100% sure my clothes won’t stay on for very long.

Though I know that I bring out the wilder side in Bette, I wish that I were Bette’s calmer side too.  I envy Tina.  She gets to make love to Bette.  Even with sex with Bette being more to me than just fucking, I question if its more than that to her.

I pushed those thoughts out of my head as I hear my doorbell.

“Yeah?” I answer.

“Its Bette.”

I buzz her in.  My body aches at just the idea that she and I will be in the same room alone.   I open my door and lean against the frame, my toes becoming cold in the hallways.  I try my best to look sexy.  My thin t-shirt clings to my still damp skin.  I know Bette would get a kick out of it.

I hear her shoes clicking against the linoleum outside my apartment and slowly, her form becomes apparent to me.

“I was wondering when you’d show.” I say, loudly enough for her to hear, but soft enough to still remain sexy.  Heehee.

She looks at her watch, “I’m on time.”

She gets closer and closer to the door.  I step inside before she gets there and wait for her to slide through the door.

She takes off her coat and it hits the floor.

I’ve always been jealous of her body.  She seemed to be in shape, and by shape I mean top-athletic performance, without working too hard for it.

She’s only wearing a t-shirt underneath her coat, even though it’s very cold out.  She knows, like I know, her clothes won’t stay on for very long.

She kicks her shoes to the side and I reach for body.  Her skin is warm to the touch and her body is soft against mine.

She kisses me, at first, gently and then, increasingly roughly.  She’s been waiting all day for this.

So have I.

My fingers play with the waistband of her jeans.  I unhook the button and pull on the zipper.  Her face is so close to me, I can see the small freckles at the very tip of her nose.

We kiss deeply and she backs me into the kitchen and then into the hallway.  Finally our huddled bodies reach my bedroom.  She lays me against the bed.

It is at these moments that I realize how much I miss her.  I miss her 24/7.  Anytime she’s with….her, I miss her.  When she’s away from me, I miss her.

And it’s at these moments, that I know—deep inside of me, I KNOW—she loves me.

Her body is placed over mine and I feel like we’ve become one.  My thoughts land on Tina.  I wonder if this is what she feels when she’s with Bette.

I decide she cannot feel this way because I can’t imagine someone feeling as strongly about Bette as I do. 

Her skin is so warm.  Her nipples are erect, brushing ever so softly against my own.

And I say something, I’m not sure I’ve ever said before—especially not during sex.

“I love you.”

I cover my mouth with my hand and look up at Bette.