"Oh, and what is that?" Bette slid her hand to Helena’s inner thigh. She stroked it slowly, moving closer and closer to her mound.

"You, fucking me senseless, and me, making you cum as hard as possible, as many times as possible." Helena whispered, huskily. She was becoming aroused again at the thought of this happening again.

"I like that idea, Helena. I like it a lot." Bette’s fingers were now pressing against Helena’s opening. Helena shifted her body, lowering it on Bette’s fingers. She hissed at their sharp entry.

Bette loved the way Helena looked when she fucked her. Her eyes, usually so light and glittering, turned dark and pleading as her lust and desire built inside of her. Bette found this to be the highest form of torture. The look of Helena’s eyes made her body react in a way she never fet before. She had butterflies, she was nervous and filled with wonderment.

Bette moved her fingers deeper within Helena, feeling for her G spot. When she found it, it was engorged and Bette took advantage of it’s sensitivity. She touched it only lightly, just enough to make her lover shiver. She reached down with her other hand, running Helena’s clit in between her index and middles finger. Helena lifted her thigh and put it in between Bette’s legs.

She pressed it firmly against Bette’s center. She could feel her clit twitching against her. Bette’s hips began to buck against her thigh as she continued manipulating Helena’s pussy. Bette was filled with so much desire, she was sure she’d explode. But she wanted to explode with her. She wanted to make her cum while Helena pulled Bette over the edge with her.

"Shiiiiit….Helena, cum for me. I want to cum with you…."

Almost instantaneously, the two brunettes came against each other. Short and intense. Brief and mind-blowing. Their bodies fell against each other, limp and completely against their own control. Helena ran her hands over Bette’s hair, placing a gentle kiss on her shoulder

"No complications." Helena whispered.

Yet, things were rarely complicated when it came to Bette Porter.

****

Tuesday, 2:00 PM

The Los Angeles Center for Art and Dance

Kit dropped Megan off for the meeting the next afternoon. Megan pleaded with Kit, but found Kit to be easier than Bette when it came to favors. Kit was willing to just drop her afternoon meeting and reschedule it for Megan’s meeting.

"Should I stay or will you call me to pick you up?"

"I’ll call you. You should get back to The Planet." Megan smiled and waved Kit off. She walked into the building. She didn’t resemble the other girls in the auditorium. These girls were classically trained dancers. Megan just went with the flow.

Fuck.

She felt out of place. That was unlike her and, as she was finding out, unlikely for Porters in general. She walked up to the desk to sign herself in. She signed her name on a time sheet and took a seat on the floor in the waiting room. It was packed and their were no more chairs. She took a deep breath and placed her headphones into her ears. She turned the iPod on and tried to relax.

Ain’t nobody

She needed to hear a song that she could see her body moving to. And thats when she walked through the door. The most amazing and beautiful woman she’d ever seen. Her caramel skin glistened in the light, her dark hair cascaded down her back. She had an amazing smile. Megan was immobilized. The wonderwoman glanced her way and smiled slightly.

"I’m going to get my equipment, and I’ll be back." The woman said to the man behind the desk. She began walking out of the building. Megan took this chance to gain her footing again and followed the girl. She turned off her iPod and stuffed it in her sweatpants’ pocket.

"Can I help?" Megan asked as she watched her reach her car.

"Yeah, thanks." Megan stuck out her hand.

"I’m Megan. Megan Porter." The girl grabbed her hand and shook it.

"Carmen de la Pica Morales."