I watched Bette reach for pajamas, but I liked the way she looked naked.

“No, don’t.” I got off the bed and walked to her, losing my clothes as I walked to her.

I liked the way she looked at me.  Bette looked like she had never seen anything quite as beautiful as me and I only hoped the look in my eyes said the same thing to her.  I leaned in close to kiss her, pressing my hands gently against her waist.

“I want to be with you completely, babe.  I’m more than ready to fuck you.” I giggled.

“It’s not fucking, Tina.  I want to make love to you.”

I felt a chill down my spine just at her words alone.  The breath got caught in my throat somewhere as I looked at her.  Somehow, she pulled me to the bed and had me straddle her waist.  Nobody had ever made love to me.  Eric had fucked me, but making love was not in his vocabulary.

“I’m kinda scared.” I whispered.

“Believe it or not, so am I.”

“Have you ever made love to a girl?”

“No.  I’ve fucked them, but never made love to one.  I’m scared because I…well, Tina, I love you.”

I smiled.  Yes, it was soon, but I felt it too.  I was so in love with Bette.  It was the way she looked at me, the way she kissed me, and the way she always knew what to say.

“I love you too, Bette.  I think I may have loved you since the moment we first met.  I’ve been feeling this, I don’t know, this nagging feeling.  I just want to be around you.  All the time.” I leaned in to kiss her, “You’re so beautiful, babe.”

“No, you’re beautiful.”  She kissed me softly, “Let me make love to you.”

Her lips tasted my neck and I wasn’t the only one to moan at the attention she gave me.  I reached out.  I needed to touch her.  I touched her breasts, her nipples responding to me quickly.  Just the feeling of her hardened nipples on my palms was enough to make me wet.   Her lips left my neck and found my nipple.