Time to lighten the mood.

Diane felt woozy. She sat down on the bed next to the other woman and wiped her eyes. She didn't know what she had done to deserve this, and why this woman hated her so much.

Did the woman hate her, though? Her watery eyes didn't betray any malice. Alex put a sympathetic hand on the older lady's knee.

"Hey, it's ok," she said. The woman gave her a grateful smile. "It's gonna be alright."

"Thank you," the stranger said softly. The cool autumn breeze blew her hair into her face and she tucked it behind her ear. She looked so familiar, but Alex just couldn't place her. "It's good to be here with you."

Alex didn't know how to respond to that. What was she doing here with this stranger, anyway? They were sitting on a bench in a secluded part of campus between the poly sci building and the natural sciences department.

The woman suddenly rested her head on Alex's shoulder in a startlingly familiar way. "Tell me about Diane," she murmured.

"My girlfriend?" Alex asked. "What do you want to know?"

"What's she like?"

"Hot as hell, for starters," Alex said. The woman laughed. "And sweet, and empathetic, and funny. She thinks I'm the do-gooder in our relationship because of my activism, but she's a better person than me. She's the best person I know."

"Why do you say that?" the woman asked.

"Diane's just... well, she can't abide suffering or injustice. She was so naive when I met her, but that was because she didn't know about all the fucked-up things that are happening around the world. She's got more passion for justice than I ever could."

Alex was starting to get emotional. "She's gonna change the world one day. She'll be remembered like Dr. King or Jonas Salk, as someone who spent her life in the service of others. It's just who she is."

The woman let out a mirthless, harsh laugh, then gestured for her to continue.

"But she's fun, too. She's funny and charming and she genuinely likes people. Everyone wants to be her friend, and not just because she's beautiful. She has a way of making everyone around her feel like they matter."

Her strange interlocutor was slowly rubbing her thigh. For some reason, it didn't bother Alex. It felt nice, and she said as much.

"Good," the woman said. "It's supposed to. You deserve to feel good, Alex." She moved her hand up Alex's skirt and Alex didn't stop her. Even though they were in public and she was in a committed relationship, it didn't seem like a problem.

"Thank you," she replied. She felt amazing suddenly, like none of her problems mattered. What mattered was being here with this woman who seemed so familiar. She almost looked like...

"Diane?" she asked. The woman nodded. "How? You're so old!"

"Thanks, babe," Diane said with a chuckle, then kissed her. Alex reciprocated, leaning heavily against her girlfriend. Diane's hand was now lightly stroking her womanhood (why wasn't she wearing underwear?) and heat rose to her cheeks. She put an arm around Diane's waist and pulled her close, pressing her generous chest against the older woman's. Diane grunted and Alex felt her fingers slip inside her.

She moaned softly and reached up to grasp Diane's right breast. It was slightly saggier than she was used to, but still perfectly round and pliant under her grasping fingers. The eraser nipple hardened under her fingertips and Diane moaned with pleasure.

"Skirt off," Diane said and Alex was kicking it off. She was barefoot, but that didn't seem to matter either as she ripped off her top to expose her breasts. Diane pressed her back onto the bench and began to kiss her breasts lightly. Alex put her hands on Diane's head and arched her back. She giggled as Diane began to motorboat her.

"You are such a hetero," she teased. "You- ahh, oh my God, Diane!"

Diane had dropped down to her inner thigh. As she dragged her tongue across Alex's skin, she inched closer to her eager slit. Alex felt herself squirt a little with sheer anticipation and blushed. "Sorry," she said.

Diane looked up and made eye contact. Her lips wet with Alex's juices, she spoke emphatically. "Don't apologize," she commanded. "This is for you. This is because I love you."

She dipped her head down again and Alex's pussy exploded with pleasure as her tongue darted inside. Diane was doing that thing again, where it felt like she was somehow sucking on her clit and thrusting her tongue into her slit at the same time. Age hadn't diminished her skills and Alex groaned loudly. "Oh fuck, I love you too, Diane, I love you so much-"

Then there was something new, a feeling that seemed to come from inside, and she was orgasming and screaming and her juices were running down her legs and Diane was licking and licking and it felt so good and Alex's vision blurred with tears before she collapsed back on to the cold, hard bench.