Bette bent over her and kissed her. This kiss was different from the last and all of those previously. This was a kiss of gratitude. Bette kissed her with tenderness and sweetness, so happy, so utterly relieved that she was finally free. Gail smiled up at her and laughed. “Bette, you do know I have a bedroom, right?”
“No, I didn’t. You do? I thought this was a studio.”
“Somehow I got that feeling.”
“We could take this upstairs to the loft—it’s a nice bed, but you can’t really sit up in it without bumping the ceiling.
“Well, maybe not,” Bette said after consideration.
Gail took Bette’s hand. “I think we can be in comfort and still enjoy each other.” The way Gail said ‘enjoy’ had Bette licking her lips at the possibilities.
Gail stood and pulled Bette up with her. “Right over there, see that ladder against the wall?”
“Uh-huh.”
“What’d you think?”
“Decorative?”
“No.”
“Let’s go.”
The two naked women moved across the room and at the ladder, Gail said, “After you.” Bette started up the ladder and by the time she reached the fifth rung, Gail was running a hand up and down her ass as she climbed with the other. “Your ass is so firm and round and just…” She grunted. “Tight. God, your butt is a rock.”
Her warm hands felt tremendous to Bette. For a moment, she wondered if she’d make it all the way up. Right now, she wanted to turn around and throw them both to the floor and pick up where they left off.
Bette moaned, but steeled herself and continued the short climb.
The bedroom was just big enough for the bed and a very tiny nightstand. Bette could see sweater boxes under the bed and guessed that was where Gail kept her clothing. She couldn’t stand erect in the space. “It’s a tight squeeze up here.”
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to stand.” She pushed her onto the bed and leapt on top of her. They rolled around in bed and laughed until Bette slipped onto the floor.”
“Are you okay?” Gail asked as she tried to sit up. Bette knelt beside the bed and used the palm of her hand to push Gail into the fluffy sheets. Confident that Gail would want this, Bette took complete control and pulled Gail’s long legs over the edge of the bed, so that they draped down the wooden sideboard, her feet planted on the floor. Bette grabbed her hips and pulled her closer.
Bette opened her up and Gail helped by scooting closer to the edge and spreading her legs more. Gail’s clit was still engorged and the pink tip of it was visible between her full labia. Bette used her fingers to simply open her and peek at what was somewhat hidden. Bette slid her fingers in the wetness that was now sticky. She stared at Gail’s vulva, examining it in a way she had never looked at her own with a mirror. Her hand skimmed down the swollen lips, inside to caress the many petaled folds. She looked closely and saw Gail’s hole contract and open, a new flow creeping out of her. “You smell so good.
