Helena:

She looks down at me.  Those big, brown eyes—so bright and transparent—pierce into me.  The way she looks at me makes me feel like a princess in a Disney movie.  She lowers her lips to mine.  She pulls back and moved my hair from my face.

“Out of all the years that we’ve been together, you’ve never told me you loved me.  I love you too.”

All it took was four words.  Four words and I knew I was completely and utterly devoted to her.  Anything she asked, I’d do.  As her fingers delicately manipulated my nipples, we watched each other.  I studied her face for the first time and fell in love with her for the second time.  Her fingers leave a trail down my stomach, feeling the soft hairs against my pelvic bone.

I know what’s next and my body is more than ready for it.  My body has been ready for days now.  As her fingers part my lips, my body reacts to her in a violent way, but she holds me close as she enters me.  She plays with me, but I want more.  I slide my body down, taking more of her in.

Nothing in life can feel as good as she feels right now.

And trust me, as a drug addict, I know what feels good.

I’ve always had the strongest orgasms with Bette.  I’m talking about leg-shaking, weak-in-the-knees, blackout orgasms.

This time is no exception to the rule.  I roll over on top of her, kissing her while her replaces mine on the bed.  A soft moan escapes her lips I take my lips away from hers and begin to work my lips lower on her body to her pelvic bone.  The scent of her arousal becomes more apparent to me.  I want to devour her in the worst way possible—as if I have not eaten for days.  I lower my mouth to the wet mound staring me in the face.  Bette’s body reacts the way I thought it would, as she jerks.  My tongue searches for her clit and finds it easily.  I dip my fingers inside her, feeling those pulsations I’ve created with my mouth begin to increase.  Her body begins shaking softly and then violently as she cums against my tongue.

I crawl up to her side and she hungrily kisses my mouth.  I pull away to look into her eyes.

“Are you staying the night?”

I’ve slept alone on many occasions just like this one.  We make love, for hours, and then she leaves.  I assume she leaves to be with Tina.  I never ask her if she’ll stay though.  Not until tonight.

“Yeah, I’m staying.”

I’d like to play it cool, but I can’t stop the smile from forming on my face.  I want to do nothing more than lay here with her, wrapped in our aroma.  She leans in, kissing me sweetly on the lips.  She whispers a soft goodnight as we lay close, our breasts, stomachs, thighs, and feet touching.

~

The next morning, she is gone before I wake up.  I didn’t anticipate this.  I think it would hurt less if she had left last night!  I sit up in the bed and reach for the phone on the nightstand.  I’ve missed 12 calls and I have three texts.

All of the calls are from Ricky, the dealer.  Two of the texts are from Ricky.  The last one is from Bette.

Bette’s reads, “I love you.”  I smile and text her back the same thing.  That text just made up for her leaving me before I woke up.

Ricky’s texts read, “I need you to call me” and “Where the fuck are you?”

I text him back.

“I was busy.  What’s wrong?”

“I need payment.” He texts back.

Somehow, I knew this was coming.  I text him back.

“How much?”

“80.” He texts.

“80 bucks?”

“80,000.”

Fuck.