Bette sat quietly for a while before replying, “I was raised by my dad. My mom left when I was only three. When my dad remarried, I found myself having an older stepsister. We were not that close, but I had always looked up to her.” Bette didn’t continue. Gen knew that she shouldn’t probe further and ordered a second glass of red. Two glasses soon became eight as they continued to chat about their lives and ambitions, careful not to mention anything about Saturday night. Buzzing on a high from the alcohol, Gen laughed and subconsciously placed her hand on Bette’s knee. It lingered there for a second as they exchanged a longing gaze. Bette suddenly stood up, “It’s late,” she said, “How about I drive you home?” Gen smiled at Bette as the walked side by side to her car.

It was late as Bette pulled up to Gen’s apartment, the street completely empty and covered with a quiet darkness. “Thanks for the lift,” Gen said, “So, I guess I will see you in the office tomorrow?” Bette turned towards her and smiled. Unable to help herself, Gen leaned forward and lightly kissed Bette on the lips. She pulled back, “I’m sorry, that wasn’t appropriate.” Bette used her hands and pulled Gen towards her and kissed her back with more passion, their tongues moving against each other as Gen ran her fingers through Bette’s hair. Bette felt Gen’s breasts through her suit. “Are…are we going to talk about this?” Gen murmured into Bette’s neck. “No, not tonight,” Bette said as she continued to kiss Gen’s neck, using one hand to undo the buttons on Gen’s blouse. Bette pulled Gen closer to her, their breath getting heavier. Gen held Bette’s hands, kissing them softly, “How about we take this upstairs?” she suggestive with a cheeky grin.

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In the darkness of Gen’s apartment, they struggled to undo the buttons of their suits. “Did I mention before how much I hate office wear?” Bette said as she tugged off Gen’s blouse. Gen laughed, pulling Bette’s pants off and flinging them across the floor. Entangled in their passion, they collapsed onto the sofa in Gen’s massive living room. The cushions were pushed onto the floor as Bette ripped off Gen’s undergarments, her urgent desire for Gen had escalated through out the day, and now, just feeling Gen’s skin on hers made her moan. Gen gently played with Bette’s nipple, her tongue gently massaging as her hands reached for Bette’s center. As Gen moved inside of Bette, Bette let out a loud groan. Bette’s fingers skillfully played with Gen’s clit. Gen moved faster in and out of Bette, feeling her wetness between her fingers. Bette came, over and over again and Gen felt her tremble against her as there was a sudden flow of warmth against her hand.

“My turn,” Bette said seductively, pining Gen down against the sofa. She moved her index finger into Gen, leaving her thumb massaging her clit. Gen came, grabbing Bette’s breasts as she released, “Bette, oh my gawd, Bette,” she said. Bette lay on top of Gen, both of them breathing hard, their bodies wet from their love making. Their lips met in a long kiss.

Gen closed her eyes, exhausted.

Their bodies relaxed as Bette rested her head on Gen’s chest and whispered, “I could so easily fall in love with you.” She said it so softly, it was as if she had imagined she said it. Bette drifted off into a deep sleep, comforted by the warmth of Gen’s body near to hers.