Two hands reached up to brush aside her robe before moving to cup her ***** and knead softly. Bette felt C’s mouth placing wet kisses along her collarbone before making a trail down south.

Bette reached out grabbed her love’s locks in an attempt to return her warm mouth to her mouth. Moving up ever so slowly, Bette’s lover made her way back up to her mouth. Capturing her lips in a passionate kiss her lover slowly allowed Bette’s lips to escape her own, but not before sucking greedily on Bette’s more fuller bottom lip. She kissed her way up to Bette’s ear and began to suck on the lobule.

Whispering into Bette’s ear, “Today I get to have breakfast my way. Lean back for me, babe.” Bette was caught in a passionate haze, which made it easy for her follow orders.

Her lover had no problem with positioning her properly on the kitchen table in between her licks and kisses. Bette knew not how her lover had managed to wind up sitting at a chair in between her legs or how her legs had found their way upon her lover’s shoulder, but within those achingly long minutes she found herself dripping to the core.

Her lover’s hands were still kneading her breast, and she was whimpering softly, when she felt her lover’s tongue at her *****. Bette gasped with pleasure as C began to lap at her *****. She began to move her hips with each lick, reaching one hand around to grasp her lover’s hair as the other hand held tightly to the edge of the kitchen table.

As her lover continued to bring her closer the edge, Bette’s head thrashed slowly from side to side. She felt her insides began to tighten as she prepared for the onslaught of an earth shattering *****. Her ***** began to pulsate before she completed her love’s meal with an orgasmic wetness. “I love you Candace”, she sighed.

Candace had a Cheshire grin pasted on her face as she moved up to kiss Bette once again stating, “Breakfast was well served.” Bette was drained, and leaned into Candace’s kiss and hug before replying back, “Payback is a *****.”

With one eye brow raised, Candace said, “I look forward to it. For now, let’s get you something to replenish your energy. We have a long Saturday morning ahead of us.” She had a quite satisfied look on her face before releasing Bette gently to walk to the refrigerator. “Babe, I think we should order out. It looks like you never made it to the grocery store. Do you want some O.J?”

“Sure”, Bette replied looking around the table for her recently discarded bathrobe.

“Hey, I don’t think you need that”, Candace stated glancing back knowingly.

“That’s no fair. You?re still dressed.” Bette was sulking from afar about Candace being still clothed braless in a wife beater and lounge pants.

“That’s because I want you to have fun unwrapping your meal later”, Candace said impishly. “Why don’t you meet me in the bedroom, I’ll be there in a sec. I’d like breakfast in bed the next time.”

Bette walked seductively to the bedroom feeling Candace’s heated gaze on her back. After she disappeared down the hallway, Candace reached into the cabinet above for one glass. They can share, she thought to herself. As she was placing the glass on the counter, her eyes came in contact with an envelope with the label Tina Kennard. Her breath caught in her throat and she suddenly could not breathe. “What the *****?”, she muttered aloud.

Candace removed the contents of the envelope and began to read. She felt her eyes watering, and felt herself slowly growing insecure. Forgetting the orange juice she made her way to the bathroom.

“Babe, whe..”, Bette began before she noticed a strange look on Candace?s face. She watched as Candace passed her and proceeded to enter the bathroom without a glance. Now that?s something new, Bette thought in her head.

Bette heard the shower water began to run, and knocked softly on the bathroom door before entering. She entered at the precise moment Candace stepped into the shower. Peaking her head behind the shower curtain admiring Candace’s tight arse she inquired, “Mind if I join you”. The only answer back she received was a shrug.

Noting the disinterest Bette felt her heart constrict.She had never seen that look. Bette couldn’t figure out what happened between the kitchen and the bedroom, but she felt the coolness radiating from Candace despite the fact that there was steam rising from the shower. She removed her head from the shower curtain and walked over to the sink to run a cup of tap water into the glass cup kept neatly on the counter for gargling purposes.

Bette needed time to catch her breath. The emotions displayed on Candace’s face were new to her, and she needed time to read the situation properly. She wracked her brain thinking of what she could have said or done.

Could Candace be falling out of love with her, Bette wondered to herself.