The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 4, Chapter 5)

PART FOUR: NEWPORT BEACH, CALIFORNIA

Chapter 5

After we set up the daybed into a standard-sized bed, we quickly undressed ourselves and slid under the covers, wrapping ourselves around each other. Both of our bodies were raised with goose bumps, as we slowly and sensuously began to make love.

Bette set the pace and it was obvious that she was in no hurry, that she wanted to make it last, that she wanted it to be beautiful.

Someone once said that only a woman can possibly know how to make love to another woman and when you come right down to it, how can a man really know what feels good to us? We can tell them and even show them but another woman knows intuitively.

Bette knew. Oh, sweet Jesus, did she ever know. She knew how to move her body, use her hands, her mouth and her tongue, not to mention her heart and soul.

I made noises from my throat that I never made before. No one ever made me groan and moan before. No one ever made me say things out loud like, “…..yes…..there…..that feels so good…..” The intimacy between us was incredibly erotic. She took me to a whole new level of expressing love through the sexual experience.

I loved the kissing. I loved her mouth. We got so tangled up and then untangled and then tangled again until we were kissing passionately while writhing against each other’s thighs. I could feel how wet she was and it turned me on even more and I knew she was getting the same sensation on her thigh from me until we climaxed together, sharing the crowning glory of making love.

My spasms were so strong and separately distinctive that I could have counted them if I had not been so out there, gone weak in a wave of ecstasy.

When we came back down to earth, back to Newport Beach, California, to my house, in that daybed, Bette whispered, “Tell me again.”

“Tell you what?”

“Who do you want?”

“You.”

“Say it again.”

“I want you.”

“Just me?”

“Only you.”

“And this Wisconsin trip?”

“Don’t worry.”