“What? What?” I questioned.

“Just… spread your legs. Lift the left one up a little.”

I did as I was told. She slid her right leg underneath and pulled me closer. She held onto my arm and grinded her ***** into mine. I threw my head back.

“Oh god!”

She continued slowly at first but then picked up pace. I followed.

“Oooohhh…ohhhh…”

“Yeah….just like that Tee,” she hissed.

The brief extinguished fire returned with vengeance. I soon felt like I was going to explode.

“Oh god…oh god…oh god…Bette…Im going to *****…*****….”

“***** with me,” she whispered.

“Ohmigod…ohmigod!” I let out.

A few seconds later her silent scream was right behind my loud one.

*****

We laid in our post coital bliss when there was a knock on the door. I quickly scrambled for a shirt and shorts as Bette pulled on her robe. She opened the door to a sleepy Evan with a scrunched up face.

“Baby?” Bette asked.

I thought for sure she knew that we had just finished making love by the look on her face.

“I dont feel good,” she whined.

Bette picked her up, sitting on the bed and asked her what was wrong.

“My stomach hurts and I feel weird.”

“Weird, how?” Bette asked.

“Why dont you take her to the kitchen and see if we have any ginger ale,” I said trying to get the both of them out the room.

“Lets go see if we can make you feel better.”

Bette left carrying Evan. I stripped the bed, bundling up the sheets and dumping them in the hamper. I snatched out clean ones and threw them on the bed as fast as I could knowing that Evan would want to sleep with us tonight. And she didnt need to smell the our ***** all over the bedding.

Minutes later….

“Tee, Evan wants to sleep with us tonight,” Bette announced walking into the room.

She raised her eyebrows at the clean sheets. I smiled.

“Okay. Cmon baby, climb in next to me,” I said lifting up the sheets.

She settled next to me as Bette changed in the bathroom. I laid on my side waiting for Bette to climb into bed. Evan wrapped her arm around my waist and closed her eyes. I rubbed her back knowing that made her feel better.

“Is she sleep?”

“Almost,” I answered stroking Evans hair.

“Youre good, you know that,” Bette said pulling the sheets back.

“Good at what?”

“Changing the sheets.”

“I didnt want her to know.”

“She wouldnt have known, Tina,” Bette sighed.

“I guess youre right. But I would have felt strange about laying on the sheets with the smell of ***** on them.”

“She wouldnt have known, Tina,” she repeated.

Bette turned off the lights and wrapped her arm around Evan kissing me good night.

“Whats *****?” a sleep laden voice asked.

*****