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As they pulled into the driveway, Annie said, “Do you need help getting her into the house?”
“She’s too big for either of us to carry,” Helen said. “She’ll wake up enough to get up the stairs and into bed.”
“I’m going to go around the side, then. ’Night, Helen.”
“Goodnight.”
Annie’s suitcase was half-packed, but she wasn’t in the mood to finish right now. She set down her purse, slipped off her jacket, and kicked the space heater on with her foot. Stepping into the bathroom, she looked at her haircut in the mirror. Sal hadn’t cut much off, but it did look better. Shinier and more voluminous. She’d put on more makeup than usual for the concert, and now she regretted it because she’d have to wash the eyeliner and the blush off before she could get into bed.
She was reaching for her washcloth when there was a knock on her door.
Her heart pounded in her chest. “Yeah?” she called out.
Helen let herself in, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it.
“Was there something else?” Annie asked, stepping out of the bathroom.
“We didn’t talk about what time you need to leave for the airport,” Helen said.
“Six o’clock should be fine, I think. She paused. “It isn’t too late to change your mind, you know.”
“Oh,” Helen sighed “I hope that’s true.”
She stepped toward Annie, meeting her in the middle of the room, then put her hands on Annie’s face and kissed her. Annie, terrified that Helen would freeze up and back out again in the next moment, didn’t hesitate. She kissed her back—hard. Helen tasted like mint, like she’d brushed her teeth before coming out to find Annie.
Helen moaned and dropped one hand, fisting the material of Annie’s T-shirt until it pulled taut at the collar. Annie reached for the bottom of Helen’s blouse, tugged it gently out from herjeans, and rested her hand on Helen’s stomach. It was smooth and soft. Helen gasped in surprise at the touch and moaned softly when fingers grazed the underwire of her bra. When Annie unbuttoned Helen’s jeans, Helen tore her mouth away, breathing harder, and Annie moved to kiss her cheek, her jaw, her neck, pressing the tip of her tongue against her skin, tasting the salty and the sweet.
Annie slipped her hand down the back of Helen’s jeans and, wiggling her fingers under the elastic of panties, grabbed a handful of warm flesh. The night at Lori’s had been a surprise, but now that it was happening again, she was going to do things differently. She was going to take her time, make sure she got Helen as naked as the day she was born, leave the light on, and look as much as she touched. Catalog what she had missed the first time around.
Helen kissed her again, pressing hard against Annie until she had to move or fall on the floor. With Helen pressing on her, she backed up to the mattress and sat. Helen stood over her, lips glued to Annie’s, and buried her hands in Annie’s hair while Annie worked Helen’s jeans over her hips. The briefs underneath—lavender with scalloped white elastic—went down partway with the jeans, stopping at the widest part of Helen’s hips and giving Annie a tantalizing view of what was yet to be revealed. Helen was breathing hard now, her glasses sliding down to the edge of her nose.
Annie pushed Helen’s jeans down her thighs.
“Wait,” Helen said between gasps. “I still have my shoes on.” Putting her hands on Annie’s shoulders, she steadied herself while she toed off one shoe and then the other. When the movement caused her jeans to fall the rest of the way, she stepped out of them, kicking her discarded clothing to one side.
The only sounds were the hum of the space heater and their heavy breathing.
While Annie undid the bottom buttons on Helen’s blouse, Helen undid the top until they met in the middle. The shirt hung open, revealing a beige bra and an impossibly pale stomach dusted with freckles. Annie leaned in to kiss just above her belly button, and when she leaned back again, goosebumps had blossomed across the skin. Under Helen’s belly button was an almost imperceptible white scar from a C-section.
“I shouldn’t have teased you earlier in the kitchen,” Helen said, her voice deep from arousal. “That was mean.”
“Doesn’t seem mean now.” Annie hooked her thumbs into Helen’s panties and tugging them down.
Helen gasped. “I’m…I’m not…” Helen swallowed. “I’m sorry, Annie. I’m so sorry. I’m sorry about all of this. I tried to stop, but I couldn’t.”
Helen’s hands were shaking as they moved up to cradle the back of Annie’s head.
Annie stroked her hand over the curve of Helen’s hip. “I’m not sorry.”
Helen threw her head back and groaned. Annie pressed her thumb against Helen’s slippery clitoris, exploring with her fingers until Helen lifted one leg and put her foot up on the mattress. Annie glided a finger in and out a few times, then a few moments later, eased in a second finger.
Helen clenched her eyes shut. Her face was flushed, her chest red and splotchy. Annie wanted to lay her down, to reach around her and unhook her bra and release those beautiful breasts, but it seemed cruel to stop, so she pressed her fingers deeper, curving them, searching. When she found what she was looking for, Helen gasped out, “Oh, my God.”
“Mmm,” Annie hummed. “That’s a good sign.”
Helen emitted a short laugh, but it turned into a groan, and she dug her nails into Annie’s shoulder, thrusting harder against her hand. Annie moved her thumb against Helen’s clitoris, restingher head against Helen’s torso. All she could smell was sex, all she could feel was Helen, and all she could hear were the wet strokes of her fingers moving inside Helen.
A grunt escaped her that Helen might have meant as a warning just before there was a flutter around Annie’s fingers and Helen came with a cry, her body pitching forward to curl over Annie. The weight of her pushed Annie back onto the narrow mattress with her head nearly hanging off the other side as Helen shuddered on top of her. Annie eased her hands away, wrapping them around Helen, stroking her back with one sticky hand where her shirt was damp with sweat.
