“I don’t spin.”

“But let me guess … women spin for you?” Helena smiled, leading them out of the restaurant. “I think tonight will be very interesting if that’s the case.”

Once they had made their way to the sidewalk, Helena stepped out from the curb to whistle down a cab.

Bette took the moment to gather her thoughts. She could count on one hand the number of times she had left dinner to have sex with a woman on the first night – in fact, it had only happened twice before, and she felt badly after both times. There on the street, she worried how things with Helena might end if they began with so much force and persuasion.

For a fleeting moment, she wondered if she should simply hail her own cab, and make a smart statement to her date about knowing when to draw back.

That moment, however, was cut short when Helena walked straight over to her, and surprised her with a full kiss on the lips. It was a kiss mixed with a struggle for dominance neither woman was willing to release that only grew in intensity.

Bette could think of nothing as she was kissed, but Helena was carefully constructing her next move with her hands at Bette’s lower back. It was all going so well she didn’t want to pull away, but the closer she could pull Bette to her place, the closer they were to sleeping together. And although she was ignoring her usual points system, Helena found entertaining just how much control Bette tried to maintain over her libido.

Helena knew it was senseless to ever try controlling a thing as powerful as one’s sex drive.

“Mmm,” Helena moaned between shorter kisses, trying to draw Bette closer with the weakness she showed.

Bette took a step as Helena withdrew, raking a hand into that long and wavy hair.

They walked so steadily while kissing that it wasn’t long before Helena ducked into the cab and batted her lashes up at Bette who no longer had the control to resist. She ducked in after Helena, shut the door, and pinned her to the door of the cab.

After giving her address, Helena grinned and enjoyed all of the attention – being sure to keep her legs together to further entice Bette to follow once they’d reached her place. Slapping Bette’s hand away in the cab would build Bette’s desire for her later – a need to touch what had been kept from her. Helena moaned when she thought to just how easy Bette would become for her. Easy to assert herself, at least. Perhaps not so easy to play the bottom, but Helena didn’t mind that. She had always enjoyed a challenge.