“Bette, where are you going?” called Tina. She stood, watching the beautiful woman until she disappeared into the bedroom. She heard a door close.

“Bette!” she called.

She padded down the hallway and into the room, finding the bathroom door closed. Tina leaned against the closed door. “Bette, are you there?”

“I’m here,” Bette replied.

“Baby, what are you doing?”

Bette was quiet.

“Bette?”

“I’m hiding.”

Tina laughed. “You’re what?”

“I’m hiding, Tina.”

“Bette, open the door.”

“Tina, I don’t trust myself. I want to rip your fucking clothes off,” said Bette.

“Shit,” said Tina. She could feel wetness in her panties. She was swollen and wanting.

Bette was leaning against the door, craving the closeness with Tina. The passion she felt scared her. She wanted Tina so badly. More so than she had before, even in her former reality. Her shorts were wet and she had to fight against touching herself to relieve the ache between her legs.

“Bette, open this door,” said Tina.

“Tina, if I open this door, I’m going to fuck you.”

“Why is that bad?”

Bette swallowed thickly. She felt hot, her skin was damp. “I don’t want to just fuck you, T. I want to make love to you. We just met. This…this isn’t right.”

Tina was quiet, pacing across the floor of Bette’s bedroom. She stopped pacing and tried the bathroom doorknob. It was unlocked. She pushed against it and there was Bette, staring at her wantonly.

“Why did you do that?” Bette whispered.

“Because I didn’t come here so you could hide from me. I needed to be near you. I want you, Bette.”

Bette stepped back. “Are you sure?” she asked.

Tina moved closer and kissed the soft lips. She slid her hand into Bette’s shorts, finding the wetness between her legs. She lightly grazed Bette’s clit. Bette buried her head in Tina’s neck again. “Tina, fuck.”

Tina slid further into the wetness, moving deftly between the folds. “I’m sure.”

Bette was on fire. She kissed Tina fiercely, grabbing her shirt and pulling it over her head. Tina’s bra fell next and Bette held the ample breasts in either hand. The blonde moaned and slid another finger between Bette’s legs. Bette felt her legs grow weak, like she might fall.