Tina:
The moment I saw Bette sitting with her newspaper I had known this would not be the day when Ill be sad. She remembers. This will be the other extreme. When I will end up being ecstatic and loved. I am glad she remembers. She caresses by bare legs as I sit in her lap after starting the day perfectly – she making love to me, she holding me tight. I love that Bette never rushes me. While making love shes such a tease, she can wait and make me wait till I cry and plead. When holding me she never pulls back instantly. She really holds me. Tight and close and long. When at home she makes sure we have everything in place. She prepares. There is food. Theres coffee. Its a plan. But, never is there a rush. I love that.

I dont even have to ask her what wed do today. I know is shes with me, I wouldnt care what we do. I just want to be with her. I pull back, and look into her eyes. I hold her face in my hands, I see love. All I see is love. She asks gently, Did you ever intend to drink that coffee? I chuckle. She makes love to me. She holds me. She makes me laugh. I am head over heals in love with Bette.

Bette:
As we eat breakfast and get more coffee, I watch Tina constantly. Her long, bare arms are a sight in themselves. Those arms are my strength, they are my anchor. These arms are what save me from insanity on so many hard days. I love these lazy mornings. Without hurry.to go somewhere.to do something.to be someone. If I can make her smile, if I can write for her, if I can worship that body while taking time to make love to herits a perfect morning. Its eleven as we eat. I want to be at home. Ive ordered food from all of our favorite places. The lunch should soon arrive. I made plans to take Tina to a date tonight. But, theres no hurry. I take the plates to the sink and tell her to meet me at the pool. She walks behind be and holds me, Ill go with you. I drop whatever I was doing and turn around to take her to change into her bikini. We spend an hour changing. The moment we stripped, she pins me down on the bed and ravishes me with her eyes, hands, mouth, and tongue. As we ***** together, I barely have energy to get up and the bell rings. Lunch! I manage to drag myself out. I put lunch in oven and head out to T.
Tina:
She made love to me as we swam. She gave me a massage as we sun-bathed. She covered me with a towel and kissed my shoulder. She made us margaritas. She sat next to me and she read me a book, she had got for me. We laid there for a few hours and it seemed like eternity. At no moment did Bette leave me. We were kissing, touching, holding hands or staring at each-other. It was bliss.