When Bette raised up, Helena wrapped her hand around the back of Bette’s neck and pulled her to her. “Like this?” she said softly, kissing Bette and rubbing her tongue over Bette’s lips.

“Yes, just like that,” Bette said, pulling Helena’s body closer to her.

Bette was titillated and felt her nipples grow erect, pressing against her bra.

Helena pressed herself to Bette and kissed her longingly. Their tongues rolled across each other and their lips sucked in splendor as they moaned together, revealing the depths of their desire.

Bette’s hand un-tucked Helena’s blouse from her riding pants as they kissed. She caressed her fingertips up Helena’s abdomen and cupped her hand around her breast. Gently massaging, she found Helena’s erect nipple pressing through the lace of her bra.

“Oh, God,” Bette moaned.

“Bette,” Helena breathed.

Helena unbuttoned the top button of her blouse and peeled back the fabric. She could feel her clit twitching in the heat between her legs.

“Kiss me here,” Helena said, caressing Bette’s face with her hand and gently directing her mouth towards her breast and nipple that peaked against the delicate lace.

Bette nuzzled her nose down Helena’s open blouse and began to lick and suck.

Helena threw her head back in ecstasy. “Oh, fuck!”

They were oblivious to the sets of footsteps descending the staircase.

“Well, what do we have here?”

Helena’s head shot forward and her eyes opened. Bette’s heart leapt and she buried her face in Helena’s chest.

“Mummy! Fuck!” Helena cried out. “What are you doing here?”

“Oh, God,” Bette moaned softly in embarrassment.

“Who’s your friend, Helena?” Peggy inquired with a smirk.

Reluctantly, Bette raised her head and turned to Peggy.

“Hello, Peggy,” Bette said quietly.

“Well, Bette Porter! As I live and breathe. It’s been eons since I’ve seen you. What a surprise to find you here with your hand up my daughter’s blouse! And your lips fondling her exquisite breasts!”

“Mother!” Helena exclaimed.

“Aren’t you going to say hello to José, Helena?” Peggy smiled, nonchalantly striding towards the bins full of bottles.

“Hello, José,” Helena murmured.

“’Ello, Meess ‘Elena,” José replied with embarrassment.

Peggy pulled two bottles of wine from a bin and looked at the label.

“Oh, good! Just what I was looking for, your marvelous Meritage,” she said, turning to hand the bottles to José. “I’m going down to Santa Barbara for a week or two and thought I’d take some of your marvelous concoction down with me to share with some friends that I’ll be visiting. I thought perhaps you and I could have dinner this evening. But I see you’re otherwise engaged,” Peggy explained, unaffected by her intrusion. “Well, perhaps next time I roll through. Carry on, ladies. Nice to see you again, Bette.”

Peggy and José proceeded up the stairs.

“I’m sorry, Bette,” Helena apologized quietly, caressing her arm.

Bette broke out in laughter. “I guess we’re even now.”

“What do you mean, darling?” Helena smiled.

“My Alice interrupted our intimate moment the other night. And this evening, your mother did,” Bette replied, kissing Helena’s lips.

“Perhaps we should get more discreet friends and family,” Helena laughed.

“Perhaps we should,” Bette agreed.

Helena stood and took Bette’s hand.

“Let’s go get ready for dinner, darling. I have a present for you,” Helena smiled.

“What is it?”

“A sexy surprise!”