Bette stood in awe at how beautiful this woman was, and how she was the only one who had ever made her feel the way she had. I’ve got to have her thought Bette. I’ve got to feel her in my arms, her holding me and me holding her. Be patient, if you play your cards right, she will be yours before long. Bette watched until Tina and ‘Brad’ left out of the door. ‘I’m straight.’ Bette remembered Tina saying. If I get my way, you won’t be for long…I’ll have you in my bed and in my arms….
With that notion, Bette turned and got everything together so that she could close the gallery and make her way to ‘The Planet’, to see her friends. She hadn’t spoken to them hardly at all the whole week since she opened the gallery early and left late.
At ‘The Planet’, Bette walked into the door, and saw all of her friends sitting at the table together talking amongst themselves. “Oh, my god.” said Alice, “Someone hold me up.”
Shane jumped up and leaned over Alice, “*****, Alice. What’s the matter?” said Shane in a very scared voice.
Alice sarcastically ” I can’t believe that Bette Porter took time away from that gallery to come talk to her friends.” she said as she pointed at Bette walking through the door.
“Dammit, Alice.You crazy *****, I thought something was wrong.” said Shane as she playfully punched Alice in the arm. “Damn, Shane, you hit like a girl.”
“Why, I wonder why?”
“You’re not a girl; you are a *****.” smiled Alice.
“Thank you.” smiled Shane.
“So, Bette, what brings you here?” asked Alice.
“I just thought I would hang out with my friends. Is that okay?”
“Damn, you haven’t been away from that gallery for a whole week. Must be new flesh poking around in there.”
Bette said nothing. Just smiled. She wanted to tell everyone, matter of fact, she felt like she was going to pop just to say something. But, she decided to refrain. She didn’t want alot of questions, especially when there was nothing to tell…yet…
“There is someone.” said Alice smiling.
“It is nothing concrete. Just a customer interested in a painting.” said Bette. “So, what’s everyone doing tonight?” she hurriedly changed the subject.
“We thought about jumping into the car and racing over to the gallery to drag you out, but since you came to us first, and I must say, that was certainly a good idea, what would you like for us to do?”
“Well, I can pick up some drinks and you guys can come back to my place. “
“Sounds great, but I have plans.” said Shane as she starting eyeing a fresh young girl that had just walked in the door. “She looks like a virgin…must go talk to her.”
“Alice?” asked Bette.
“Now Bette, you remember what happened the last time I came to your house for a few drinks?”
“what?” asked Bette with a smile.
“C’mon. I’ll keep my hands to myself if you do the same.”
“Ok.But try and control yourself this time.” said Alice.
“Sure Thing, squirter.” said Bette as she grinned a very big one.
Alice just looked at Bette.
“What?”
“Everyone else game?” asked Bette
“Sure” said Dana.
Just then Marina walked up, “I’ll be there too. If that’s okay.”
“I’d love to have you….there….I mean…not there at my house…oh *****, nevermind.”
“I understand what you meant.” said Marina smiling.
“Okay. You guys give me an hour or so. I can pick up some drinks, go home, shower, and get into some comfortable clothes.”
With that, Bette stood up and took one last sip of her drink, “See you guys in a bit.”
Bette’s little party that night went well. Everyone got so wasted that they ended up sleeping there; in Bette’s bed. Yes, everyone piled into Bette’s bed. The crunch was tight, but everyone was comfortable for the most part. Around 8am, Bette awoke and looked at the clock, “*****.” she said as she removed a couple of arms and a few legs off of her. She went and showered, getting ready to go to the gallery and open up. She was picking out clothes when it suddenly hit her, ‘oh my god. Tina will be calling me today. I have to wear just the right thing. Not too showy, but definately classy. She ended up changing a few times before she picked the outfit that she thought would be just right. She took especially good care of looking perfect, although she always looked perfect..have to impress this beautiful lady she thought. The butterflies returned. Damn, this is crazy.
Bette finished getting ready and left for the gallery. She knew that everyone would eventually wake up and leave, so she didn’t bother to tell anyone that she was leaving.
The day at the gallery was rather slow, which was great. Bette had to catch up on the paperwork that she didn’t finish last night. A few calls had come in, none of which was Tina. Bette started to tell herself that she wouldn’t call..Damn, Porter, she’s a straight girl..what were you thinking?
Just then, the phone rang.
“Porter.”
“Hey, Bette.”
“Hey.” said Bette unsure of who this was.
“Um, this is Tina.”
“Oh, *****. Hey, Tina. How are you?”
“I’m fine, and you?”
Her voice was so sweet on the phone thought Bette. I have to get her into my arms…butterflies again..
“Great. Are we still on for some dinner tonight?” asked Bette.
“Yea, sure. Where do you want me to meet you at?”
“Oh, no. I can come pick you up. It won’t be a problem. Just tell me the directions to your place and I will be there in about an hour.”
Tina agreed and gave Bette the directions. Sure enough, within the hour, Bette was pulling up. Nervous as ever.. Tina looked out of her window, ‘wow’ she thought.’ A convertible BMW. Nice car.’
She gathered her things as Bette made her way to the door.
Knock.Knock.Knock.
Tina opened the door and Bette just stood there. “Wow.” she didn’t mean to say that aloud but she couldn’t help it.Tina was wearing a dress that had a slit clear up to her thighs, and she was definately bra-less.
“Something wrong?” asked Tina worried that she had dressed a little weird for this occassion, which was rather weird for her anyway.
“No. No. Nothing wrong. If I might say so, don’t be angry for this, but you are so beautiful.” said Bette.
Tina blushed.”Thank you. Just don’t forget, I’m straight. We are going out to talk about art, remember?”
“I remember, and I apologize for that comment.”
“No prob.”
“Shall we go?” asked Bette as she turned to walk back down the steps.
Tina followed behind her. ‘Hmm, she has a very nice walk. And her ***** isn’t that bad either. Tina quickly threw those comments out of her head..you are straight, Kennard, and you love Brad.
As Bette reached the car, she opened the door for Tina..
“Umm.” said Tina..looking at Bette with a smile
“Oh *****, I am sorry. This is not a date.”
Tina got in the car and shut her door while Bette walked around the car to get in.
“Very nice ride.” said Tina.
“Thank you. It does the trick.” said Bette sarcastically.
“The trick?” asked Tina.
“Yea, it gets me back and forth from work to home.”
“Oh..”
Dinner went great and they discussed everything from ***** to art to the weather. At the end of the night, there was no kiss at the door but Bette asked if she could see Tina again, and there seemed to be a welcoming yes.
“Come by the gallery tommorrow if you would like. There is a few paintings that just came in, and haven’t made it to the floor yet. I would love for you to be the first to see them, besides me, I mean.
Your love is as mine is for art.”
“That would be great, but are you open on Sunday’s?”
“No. But you can meet me there.”
“What time?”
“What’s good for you?” asked Bette
“How about 3?”
“3 it is. I’ll be there.”
“Great, I’ll see you then.”
“Great.” said Bette as she turned around.
Tina stood and watched as Bette walked away. Wow, what a woman she thought.

To be continued….