CHAPTER 21
Becky
“Finally. It’s like she’s been trying to keep us apart ever since we got here. We need to talk,” Helena said as she closed the door to Becky’s room and locked it.
“I know. I’m sorry. I have been trying to follow Nia’s rules, but I should’ve just grabbed you. I didn’t want to mess up anyone else’s week, but I should have told Nia that I was going to talk to you.” She sat on the bed. “I didn’t do this on purpose, just so you know.”
“How would you have even done that?”
“Nia is a friend.”
“You know her?” Helena asked her and moved to lean against the dresser with her arms crossed over her chest.
“I do, yes. And she’s the kind of person who would absolutely do this and somehow do it exactly right.”
“What do you mean?”
“Keeping us apart; making us have a night with someone else; not letting us talk at all during the day by putting us in different groups or telling us that we can’t talk about the stuff we need to talk about.
She’s usually right, though. She has a better track record than I do.
She’s so good at this, it’s ridiculous, honestly. ”
Becky shrugged.
“You have a girlfriend. That’s what I meant when I said we needed to talk. Maybe you don’t anymore, but you kind of ghosted me, Becky, so I don’t know.”
“I didn’t ghost you,” she argued. “We both got busy.”
“I texted you. I tried. You stopped replying, and I gave up because I figured you didn’t want our friendship to continue. I did have to let you go, technically.”
Becky looked toward the window and said, “I guess I should just be honest with you. If not now, when, right?”
“Have you not been honest with me before now?”
“I haven’t, no. And I’m sorry about that.” She returned her gaze to Helena’s. “I sent you on all those bad dates on purpose.”
“What? Why would you do that?”
“Because I really wanted you to fire me. I had this stupid plan: send you on bad dates, you let me go, and then, I could ask you out.”
Helena dropped her arms and asked, “You wanted to ask me out?”
“Yes.”
“You have, or at least you had a girlfriend.”
“No, I didn’t. We broke up over a year ago.”
“What?”
“I lie to clients like you because I felt like I needed to be in a steady, long-term relationship to be able to stay in business and have credibility.”
“Oh, Becky…” Helena said, sounding disappointed.
“I know. It was wrong, and I’m not going to do it anymore.
And Nia knew that I liked you because I told her, but I had no idea that you were going to be here until I showed up, I promise.
She told me that this week’s event would be a good fit for me and that I might meet someone here. I saw you and couldn’t believe it.”
“Why didn’t you tell me that you were single?” Helena asked. “I thought we were friends more than just client and matchmaker, at least toward the end. You didn’t ask me out, Becky.”
“I got scared. You are…” She motioned to Helena.
“I mean, look at you. You’re gorgeous and successful.
You’re kind, funny, and so smart; I could barely keep up with you sometimes.
I was going to ask you out at drinks, but I didn’t, and then, we stopped hanging out, and I tried to move on to no avail.
Last night, all I could think about was the fact that someone else was touching you, and I have no right to think that.
You’re not mine. We’re not together. We were, at best, friends, but it still hurt, even though Nia reminded me that even if you were with Jennifer, it could just be sex and nothing more. ”
“It was.”
“Oh.” Becky looked down at her hands because Helena had just confirmed what she’d been hoping hadn’t happened. “Right.”
“Did you not–”
Becky shook her head, interrupting Helena’s sentence.
“I spent most of last night talking about you to poor Carrie, who got stuck with me. Then, I found Nia, who told me that there was a reason for it all or something like that, and I went back to Carrie to apologize for my shitty behavior. We just talked. She’s very nice.
Not my type, but nice. Jennifer is your type, I take it? ”
“No,” Helena said.
Becky tilted her head, hoping Helena would continue.
“We both just… needed it. I talked to her about you, too. She was stressed out because of her stuff, and I was stressed out because I didn’t know you were single, and I thought you were in a room with Carrie, having sex.
I–” Helena stopped and sighed. “It was tension-relieving sex, Becky. Biological. Fast. Over immediately. Technical, even. No emotions to it or anything like that.”
“How did Nia know–” Becky shook her head rapidly. “Never mind. You can sleep with whoever you want, obviously. It’s why you’re here, right? The whole matchmaking with a twist thing, and that twist is sex. Her marketing slogan should be, ‘Matchmaking with a tryst.’”
She laughed, but it wasn’t genuine.
“I didn’t know that you were single until yesterday, and I thought you were with Carrie last night. Did you hear that part?”
“Yes.”
“When Jennifer and I were… doing that, she told me I could picture you there. It was partly why I did it.”
“There?”
“Between my legs,” Helena said.
“Right,” Becky repeated.
“And I did,” Helena added and moved closer to her.
“I wanted to go out with you, too, but you had a girlfriend. At least, I thought you did. Being friends with the woman you like and could maybe even fall for is really hard, and you had someone. So, last night, when Jennifer suggested that she go down on me and I picture you there under my dress, I did, and I wished it was true.”
“You wanted it to be me?”
Helena nodded and said, “I think about you all the time. I had a date the other night, a second one, and it wasn’t great, honestly.
” She laughed a little. “I felt so detached from the whole thing, like it wasn’t even me out with her.
And when it was over, I just… I wanted to call you and talk to you, but I didn’t think I could because I wanted more than friendship, and you had someone. ”
“I don’t. I’ve wanted you since the first time you walked through my door, Helena,” she replied.
Helena moved into her space then, placing her hands on Becky’s shoulders, and Becky spread her legs to let her move between them. Her hands went to Helena’s hips on their own accord, and she couldn’t believe that this was happening.
“God, you’re here,” she said and looked up at her.
“I am. And we’re both single.”
“I don’t just want this, though. You know that, right? I want more. I want us when we go home, too, not just now. Not just sex.”
She rubbed up and down Helena’s sides.
“Can we start with sex tonight, though?”
Becky smiled at her and asked, “You want to? Are you sure? We can wait. We can just talk tonight.”
“I wanted you last night, remember?”
“I’ve wanted you for months,” she argued teasingly.
“Then, you should get to go first.”
Helena reached for the zipper on her dress, and Becky watched as she stepped back, unzipped her dress, and let it fall to the floor. Becky sat there on the end of the bed staring at her because Helena was perfect.
“Good lord, you’re a supermodel,” she said.
“Not even close,” Helena replied and moved back into her, placing Becky’s hands on her hips again.
Becky leaned in and kissed Helena’s stomach, feeling instantly turned on and ready just at the thought of finally doing this with the woman she’d been in love with for months.
Telling Helena that she was already in love with her might be a little too soon, though, so she would hold that part back for now, but that would be all she’d hold back.
“I fucking want you,” she said.
“Let go of me, and I’ll give you what you want,” Helena replied.
Becky didn’t want to let go, but she did so anyway because she wanted what would come next more.
Helena lifted the sweater Becky had on for her, tossing it onto the floor.
Her shirt was gone next, followed immediately by her bra.
It was as if Helena was on a mission to get her naked, and she wanted to do so as quickly as possible.
“Fuck. You’re perfect,” Helena said as she knelt in front of her and undid her jeans. “I want you now. We’ve waited so long.”
Helena pushed Becky back and pulled off her jeans.
“I should be the one doing this to you. You were with someone else last night. I should be all over you, claiming you how I’ve wanted forever,” Becky said.
“Let me make it up to you first,” Helena offered. “I couldn’t stand the thought of you being with Carrie, so I let Jennifer touch me. Let me make that up to you. Then, you can do whatever you want to me.”
“Do you regret it?” Becky asked.
“I regret not telling you how I felt, thinking you had a girlfriend, because you didn’t, and we could’ve been doing this all along.” Helena kissed Becky’s stomach. “But I don’t think I regret last night. Is that okay to say?”
“If it’s how you feel…”
“I was still numb last night, like how I mentioned I felt on that date; like it wasn’t even me in a way. I mean, I know I was there both times, but it felt like I wasn’t. I don’t even know if that makes sense.”
“Are you numb now?”
Helena slowly shook her head no, and right after that, Becky’s underwear was on the floor.
Helena stripped off the rest of her own clothing shortly after and knelt back down.
She was staring at Becky and running her hands over Becky’s breasts and down to her thighs, driving her absolutely crazy because she had pictured this many times, but it felt so much better in person.
“I do not know what happened between you and your ex, but, God, I wish you had told me that you’d broken up.
We could’ve had this the entire time; months and months of touching you.
” Helena lowered her face between her legs.
“I might have to punish you for not telling me the truth by not letting you come right away.”
“Oh, fuck,” she said. “Now, please. Make me wait later. I’ve waited so long already.”
“So have I,” Helena replied and slipped her tongue between Becky’s folds.
“God, yes,” Becky let out and put both of her hands on the back of Helena’s head. “Do whatever you want to me. I don’t care. I just need you to make me come. You, Helena.”
Helena groaned into her and squeezed her breasts with both hands while her tongue licked her over and over again.
“Put your legs over my shoulders.”
Becky did as she was told, and it gave Helena better access, which, Becky guessed, she would take full advantage of soon.
“Please, suck me,” she said, not caring that she was begging because she’d fantasized about being with Helena like this for so long.
She bit her bottom lip and held on for dear life because she was already so close, but she didn’t want it to end.
Not yet. Helena’s tongue slipped inside her and dragged back up to her clit, which she sucked on and moaned against, driving her even higher.
Then, two fingers pushed inside her, and Becky yelled out.
“Yes! Please! God, don’t stop.”
Helena sucked harder and curled her fingers until Becky’s hips writhed, and soon, she was coming at her touch.
“Finally,” Becky said and put her arm over her face.
“Hey, are you okay?” Helena checked and moved until she was hovering over Becky, who still had her legs hanging over the bed.
“I never thought I’d get this,” she said. “Sorry, embarrassing, I know.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Helena replied. “Can you move your arm so I can see your eyes?”
Becky slowly pulled it back and revealed her teary eyes to the beautiful woman hovering over her.
“You’re crying.” Helena touched her cheek, soothing her immediately. “Should we not have done this? We should have talked first. God, I–”
“What? No. I wanted this. This is perfect. It’s just a lot. It’s real, and I never thought it would be. I managed to push my tears away enough to focus on the orgasm. It was amazing, Helena. All of it. Thank you.”
Helena smiled and said, “I just realized something.”
“What?”
“We’ve never even kissed.”
Becky laughed and wrapped her arms around Helena’s neck, pulling her down and finally kissing the woman she had been dreaming about for months.