her voice deep and husky. Clara's fingers toyed with the top button on Bette's pajamas. "You had towear these, eh?" she teased."You know I do whenever we travel. What if someone comes knocking at the door?" Bette felt awelcome heat growing between her thighs as Clara slowly worked each button loose."No one's coming tonight," said Clara, pushing Bette's top off her shoulders. Bette pulled it the rest of the way off, and it joined Clara's discarded panties. Clara's dilated steel-blue eyes stared down atBette as she cupped one of Bette's breasts and rolled her thumb over the hardened nipple. Bettesighed, arching into Clara's hand. Not satisfied with the distance between them, Bette pulled herlover closer. The weight of the other woman settled on top of her, and Bette moaned aloud. "I love thefeel of your body."Clara chuckled, "No one would believe a butch like you could be a bottom."Bette nibbled her lover's earlobe. "Too much talking." She slipped her hand under Clara's t-shirt androamed over the soft skin until she found a full, round breast in her hand. She caressed the warmfleshy underside until she felt Clara's hips pushing hard against her thigh. She dropped her handlower, brushing against Clara's mound. "Just a minute," she said, shifting to the side and reachingfor the bottle of lube on the nightstand. She squeezed out a small amount and warmed it with herthumb and forefinger. The scent of strawberries drifted up to her.Clara tugged at Bette's pajama bottoms. "Don't you think these should come off?""Um, I need a little help with that," said Bette, keeping her moistened fingers in the air while she triedto pull off her pajama bottoms with one hand. Clara sat up and tugged them off for her. "Thank youkindly," said Bette as Clara lay next to her again. She leaned into Clara, kissed her chin, then hercheek, and finally, brushed her lips teasingly across Clara's. Clara pulled her closer and their lipspressed together. Bette opened to Clara's probing tongue and for a moment, was lost in her lover'spassionate kiss.Then Bette focused on Clara's needs. She gently rolled her lover to the side and slipped hermoistened finger along Clara's outer folds. Her lover moaned, pushing her hips up to meet her. Bettetraced and teased Clara until she felt her lover's thighs trembling. With years of experience guidingher, Bette dipped one finger into Clara, feeling the other woman's natural moistness surround her.Clara held her tight, thrusting against Bette's palm. Working in a faster rhythm, Bette glided in and outof her lover, brushing her thumb against Clara's clitoris with each plunge. Perspiration dampedClara's exposed chest, where the t-shirt had ridden up. Bette's fingers moved faster, feeding therising passion in her lover, until she felt Clara's body spasm beside her as she climaxed.Bette slowed down as Clara relaxed in her arms. She pulled her lover close, but didn't withdraw,enjoying the feel of Clara's muscles tighten and relax in a slow rhythm around her finger. When Clararecovered, she slowly pulled Bette's hand away, satiated. They lay in each other's arms quietly for atime, until Bette heard Clara's breathing deepen. She smothered her low chuckle in the pillow, notwanting to wake her lover again. She carefully rolled Clara to the side; just enough to reach thediscarded bed blanket and cover the two of them. She squinted at the clock. They had three morehours before her grandchildren would show up. She'd sleep for an hour or so, and then get ready,she told herself.#A knocking sound interrupted Bette's dreams. Someone pushed against her shoulder. She rolledaway, muttering under her breath. The offending hand pushed at her again."Come on, get up." Clara's urgent voice broke through Bette's sleepiness. She opened her eyes,blinking at the extreme brightness of the room. Where were they again?