Tucker’s mouth was wet and hot, breathing against Helena’s skin as she licked and kissed a torrid line across her breasts and down her belly.  She had already talked Helena into wearing a harness, now she chose a toy among the ones she had brought with them.

“wait…what?” Helena questioned weakly, feeling the pressure of the toy she wore against her clit.  Tucker’s mouth hovered above the appendage and her eyes looked up questioningly.

“You’re not a man, this isn’t about me imagining you as one…” Tucker said quietly. “does this feel good?” her fingers pressed the dildo up and down and she smiled to see Helena groan, her eyes fluttering closed.

“yes.” Helena gasped. Her hands gripped the edge of the couch, her hips jutting out slightly. She felt a flush of guilt and checked in with her lover, seeing nothing but acceptance in her eyes. With a deep breath, Helena grounded herself, though a flood of new perceptions were battling within her mind. As Tucker’s hand pressed the toy against her, Helena felt the familiar pressure, mounting in her lower belly, waves of adrenaline moving through her, and she relaxed fully.

“Then…is this ok?” Tucker used her tongue to exert the same pressure that she had with her hand before performing an act whose vulgar and misogynist namings had turned both women off of it when they last slept with men. Helena was adventurous as she was honest in these situations, this much had been clear when they first began discussing their status at the party.  So they would have no problems negotiating this little event.

“Uh huh. If it’s ok with you.” Helena whispered. She could not explain, later, when asked, why this was such a turn on.  She could not explain how she felt both powerful and vulnerable, desirable without the arrogance she had always thought men displayed when in the same position she was now in. She had the brief thought that if they lived in a different kind of world, she would not have had to go through the processing which took up a precious five minutes of Tucker’s and her intimacies.

“It’s ok baby…” Tucker murmured against her thigh, kissing her way back up again, pulling Helena’s hands against the side of her face where she delivered one then two kisses on each palm. She straddled Helena’s thighs and lowered herself deliberately, while Helena’s hands tangled in her hair, stroked her shoulders, and settled finally on her hips.  Content to be still, they kissed and talked in low voices, before moving carefully.  Before long, their actions sped up.