Lightning smokes on the hillrise
Brought the man with the warning light
Shouting loud you had better fly
While the darkness can help you hide
Troubles comin without control
No ones stayin thats got a hope

Morning light escaped through a crack in the boards.  Sunrays glowed faintly in grey lines of rising dust. 

Further into the boarded up house, a clean, cool, perfectly white room held one mattress, atop which lay two women.  Bette Porter was waking up, slowly, and her girlfriend, Helena Peabody, was waking up with her.

Forgetting where they were for a moment or two, was vital. Bette’s arm slid over Helena’s chest and their lips met lightly. “Hey…” Bette smiled against her girlfriend’s mouth and sank her fingers into Helena’s hair.  The darker haired American eased onto her back, sighing happily at Helena lay atop her.

The kiss ended far too soon, and Helena easily slid out of Bette’s embrace. “Where are you going?” Bette asked hoarsely, a smile beginning on her lips. A Cheshire smile was her only response, and Bette reached out to quickly run her thumb over the enigmatic curl on Helena’s lips.  She received a slight nip of the teeth in return and chuckled as Helena kissed her way down.  The tank top Bette wore received an impatient tug upward so that her breasts were exposed, but when Bette moved to take it off, she was pressed back down again.  Her pajamas were yanked down around her ankles and Helena delved in.

A long, slow lick, and then she felt her thighs begin to shake beneath her lover’s palms. Bette swallowed—hard—and spread herself further. Her first orgasm grew slowly, urged on by Helena’s moans and the way that she pressed herself to the mattress, turned on by Bette’s responses.

Bette flipped over and propped herself up on her knees.  Within seconds, Helena had begun to grind herself against her ass.  She was deliriously on the edge of orgasm when Bette started to talk to her in low tones, smirking as her words grew dirtier and Helena came with a yell before collapsing on top of her.

All Helena could do was pant and stare at the ceiling as Bette turned back over beneath her and gathered the wide eyed woman in her arms. “oh…oh…I didn’t know I’d like that…”