Evelyn shifted beneath her lover, parting her thighs to make room for Helen. “I’m sure. This is going to be my first time having real sex with a fully aware person, and I’m glad it’s with you.” She closed her eyes tightly. “Except I don’t want to think about…last time.”

Helen kissed Evelyn’s cheek. “Anything you want to make sure you don’t think about? I know you can’t have the buttons on your shirt undone.”

Evelyn swallowed. “I think I’m going to take my own clothes off. And don’t ever forcefully put anything over my mouth. Aside from that…as long as you’re gentle, I think I’ll be okay.”

Helen slowly passed her hands over Evelyn’s thighs. “I think I can handle that.”

Evelyn moaned at the sensation of Helen touching her. “Speaking of taking my own clothes off, I’m going to do that now.” She wrestled her nightgown off, leaving herself bare. Helen leaned over and kissed her between her collarbones.

“You’re beautiful,” Helen whispered. She shrugged her robe off and Evelyn reached up to clutch her hard with both her arms and legs.

“So are you,” Evelyn mumbled against Helen’s shoulder. She trembled at the feeling of Helen’s warm, silky skin pressed against so much of her naked body. “You feel amazing.”

Helen chuckled. “I’m not doing anything.”

“Holding you feels amazing.” Almost shyly, Evelyn traced Helen’s spine and shoulder blades with one palm. “I…I already knew holding you felt amazing. Didn’t know how amazing holding you naked would be.”

A smile curled Helen’s lips. She had never deflowered anyone before, and she couldn’t help but find Evelyn’s introduction to the numerous smaller experiences involved in sex adorable. She kissed Evelyn’s hair. “That’s good, but I also want to kiss and touch you all over, and I think you’d like that too.”

Evelyn closed her eyes, and when she spoke, her voice shook. “I would definitely like that.”

Evelyn let go of Helen with her arms, but not her legs. She kept her thighs wrapped tightly around Helen’s waist as Helen kissed her throat and shoulders, the gentle contact making her ache and throb at the junction of her legs. Evelyn whimpered as Helen’s lips met her right breast. “Helen!”

“You all right?” Helen murmured, looking up at Evelyn.

“I’m all right,” Evelyn panted. “I’ll tell you if I’m not. Or maybe panic. I hope I don’t panic.” Evelyn squeezed Helen’s waist with her thighs, wondering how long she could hold out before begging Helen to touch her between her legs and almost praying that no traumatic memories would spring up and ruin the moment.

“Not panicking would be good,” Helen agreed. She lowered her head to Evelyn’s chest and softly kissed one of her nipples. Evelyn called out as pleasure jolted through her.

“Ohhh, I like being kissed there!” Evelyn cried, her hands helplessly gripping Helen’s shoulders.

Helen cupped Evelyn’s other breast in one hand. She squeezed lightly, sliding her fingers upward until she was gently rolling the nipple between her fingertips. Evelyn moaned and cursed under her breath. “Is that good?”

“You playing with my breasts is good,” Evelyn gasped, surprised at her own ability to form words. “Always good. I’m going to renounce communication technology and learn to clone people so I can always have one of you playing with my breasts at all times.” Evelyn licked her lips. The ache at the core of her had become almost unbearable, but it still felt too soon to ask for more.

Helen chuckled. “Well, okay.” Helen went back to carefully stimulating Evelyn’s nipples with her lips, tongue, and fingertips, closing her eyes to savor Evelyn’s low, almost musical moaning noises.

“Ohhh, Helen…” Evelyn’s hips flexed upward, searching desperately for contact.

“You want more?” Helen breathed.

“Yes,” Evelyn groaned, relieved Helen had brought it up, as she couldn’t bring herself to plead for something she wasn’t even entirely sure she would enjoy or even be able to take. She sat up partway, reminded of thoughts she used to struggle to chase away when she looked at Helen on her motorcycle. “Can you lie down on your back? I have an idea.”

Helen did. “If you’re planning to sit on my face, try not to suffocate me.” She smiled playfully. “Not a bad way to go, though.”

Evelyn couldn’t think of anything to say that, not to mention she could barely hear Helen over her heart, which was pounding with arousal and nervousness. Having to move carefully and slowly due to how hard she was trembling, Evelyn straddled one of Helen’s thighs, squeezing the firm flesh between her legs. She called out at the feeling of Helen’s soft skin against her most sensitive place. “Ohh,” she whimpered. “Helen…”

“So that’s what you like?” Helen chuckled, gently sliding her palms over the tense muscles of Evelyn’s back. Evelyn whimpered, her head tilting back as she began to grind hungrily against her lover’s thigh. “Relax, honey,” Helen soothed. “You don’t have to work so hard.”

“I love your thighs,” Evelyn moaned, not slowing the desperate motion of her hips. “You have the most beautiful thighs I’ve ever seen. I wish I could look at your face…”

Helen stretched her upper body so she could easily look into Evelyn’s eyes, brushing the back of one hand down her lover’s cheek. “Who do you think you’re sleeping with?” Helen teased.

“Oh, right,” Evelyn panted, gripping one of Helen’s shoulders and leaning in to kiss her hard. Helen cradled Evelyn’s face in her hands and returned her kisses warmly, enjoying the sound of Evelyn’s helpless, stifled cries. “I like kissing you,” Helen whispered between kisses, “but I like hearing you moan for me, too.” She pressed a soft kiss to the side of Evelyn’s neck. “Moan for me, sweetie.”

“Helen,” Evelyn gasped out. She laud her head down on Helen’s shoulder; Helen cradled the back of Evelyn’s head in one hand, stroking her sweaty hair. “Ohhh…” Evelyn’s voice was almost a sob. “F-fuck…Helen…”

“Are you going to come for me, Evelyn?” Helen crooned near her lover’s ear. “I would love it if you would come for me.”

“That’s definitely going to happen,” Evelyn groaned. “You feel so good…Helen…<i>ohhh</i>…”

Helen felt Evelyn’s inner thighs quake and heard her cry out, loudly and wordlessly, as pleasure over took her. Evelyn strained through her orgasm, clutching Helen and whimpering, and Helen softly kissed Evelyn’s throat and shoulder. “I know, I know, it’s intense,” Helen soothed. “Breathe, sweetie. Are you okay?” Helen pulled herself back into her default shape so she could pull Evelyn into her lap and cradle her the way she did the first time she had visited Evelyn in the hospital.

Evelyn took a moment to catch her breath. “Yeah,” she got out. “It was a lot. But…in a good way.”

Helen sifted her fingers through Evelyn’s hair. “You were working hard; you’re all sweaty.”

“Hey, I don’t have a lot of stamina yet,” said Evelyn with a drowsy smile. “Give me time.”