Sunlight streamed into Bettes office, warming her as she drowsed lightly in her leather chair, her long legs outstretched. She had a catalog to proof and a lecture to prepare for a CAC dinner that evening, but that wasnt where her mind was this afternoon. Her mind was on Tina and on their lovemaking last night.

God Tina tasted so good, Bette thought, as she stared idly into space, her eyes not even registering the objects in front of her. She was seeing Tina clearly though, in her minds eye. And just like last night, Tina was writhing naked on the bed; her gorgeous legs spread wide for Bette. Bette could practically taste her as she sat there in her office.

She licked her own lips, salivating, imagining Tina sweet on her tongue. She could never get enough. There was something about the taste of a woman, and Tina in particular; that drove Bette absolutely wild. Just the thought of it made her ***** twitch with anticipation. And Tina had been so wet, so incredibly wet, that soft silk coating Bettes fingers as she dove in and out, in and out, over and over again, while Tina shuddered in delight. Bette was getting all wet herself just thinking about it.

“Beeeeeep!” Her phone buzzed, ripping her out of her thoughts. “What!” She hissed angrily into the intercom. It was James, reduced to a tinny whine in the small speaker.

“Franklin just called, he wanted me to remind you that you need to give the deluxe tour to the Rubinsteins tonight.”

“The Rubinsteins!” she replied irritably. She remembered the Rubinsteins all right, that obnoxious couple that practically stapled themselves to her at last year’s dinner, going on and on about how well their new Thomas Kinkaid reproduction matched their couch!

“*****!” Bette groaned aloud, knowing it was only a hint of the horrors to come tonight. Every year the CAC hosted Impressions in Winter, and the night before it opened to the public, they held their annual Supporters Dinner, an extravagant catered affair for donors large and small. Except usually only the small ones showed up, no doubt for the free food and booze. And Bette really resented having to spend time wining and dining the Monet poster crowd. But as Director of the CAC, she was not only expected to somehow thrill the patrons with the same old and tired material, she was expected to inspire new donations as well. And so she had no choice but to paint on a smile and give yet another scintillating art talk, and to try and not scream as she hosted an endless circuit of private museum tours that went on and on until midnight. It had to be the most nauseatingly boring event of the entire year.

Bette rolled her eyes and sank back into her chair with a sigh. And as she shifted in her seat, she realized all over again just how wet she was for Tina. Immediately, all thoughts of the Rubinsteins and dinner were forgotten. It was all Tina, all over again. And as she sat there softy aching, an idea popped into her head, a wickedly good idea that made the prospect of her evening much, much better. She reached for the phone, chuckling softly. Deluxe tour, indeed.

XOXOXOOXOX

It was 6:30 p.m. and Tina was in her car on the way to the CAC. She wore a black knit jersey dress that hugged her every curve, three-inch heels, and little else, nothing else in fact. Bette had insisted. She must have been reading Tinas mind.

For months since theyd gotten back together theyd been making love to each other, tender, intimate, sweet love. They took their time, gently, quietly, lovingly. And it was incredibly wonderful. But Tina was beginning to crave something different, something more. She was tired of feeling like she was some sort of cherished china doll, so fragile she would break if Bette even as much whispered the word “*****” in her ear. And thats exactly what she wanted.

She wanted to be fucked, repeatedly. She wanted Bette in every possible way, loud, demanding, slippery with sweat. She wanted to whisper a litany of dirty words in Bettes ear, while Bette fucked her and fucked her until she could barely stand. She wanted to kneel over Bette, pulling her hair, as Bette sucked her into her mouth and used her teeth on her swollen *****. She wanted to dig her nails into the muscles of Bette’s back, while Bette drove that magical tongue as deep as she could go. And she wanted to be ridden hard, Bette grinding into her, hot wet ***** to hot wet *****, until they exploded, simultaneously. And when they were done, she wanted to start all over again.

How long had it been since they rattled the windows? Since theyd woken their neighbors with their screams? How long had it been since shed lost count of the orgasms while Bette thrust deep inside her, lifting Tina off the bed with those hard slow upward strokes that sent wave after wave gushing out of her till she was practically dehydrated and hysterical with joy? That hadn’t happened in a long time. The sheer force that it took to get Tina off that way didnt fit into their kinder, gentler repertoire. But she missed it. Oh, how she missed it.

Was it wrong of her to crave Bette like that? To want Bette to take her, violently, whenever and wherever she found her; doggy style over the back of the couch; 69 on the chaise by the pool; three fingers deep while stuck in traffic? Did she dare think those thoughts at all? The whole subject of ***** was taboo after Candace. And Tina kept her desires to herself. At least shed vowed to, until Bette surprised her with that telephone call.

XOXOXOXOXO

Tina had gone to her spinning class and was just toweling off after her shower when her cell phone rang.

“T, can you come to my lecture tonight?” Bette asked, innocently enough.

“Isnt this Monet, Manet and Moet night at the CAC?” Tina playfully replied as she slipped into her jeans.

“It is.” Bette laughed softly. “And Im calling to invite you to join me.”

“Um, Bette? I love you, really I do, and I would do just about anything for you, but not even I can stomach that show one more time.”

Bette was silent for a few seconds, then she lowered her voice. “You said youd do anything for me, right T?” she whispered huskily.

“Yeah,” Tina hesitated, but for only a beat. She knew Bette was up to something, and from Bette’s tone, it sounded like something good.

“Then wear your black dress,T, your Claudia Cuiti pumps and nothing else. Absolutely nothing else.” Bette replied, her sultry voice sending shivers down Tinas spine.

“7:00 p.m. Dont be late.” Bette hung up the phone. And Tina stood there the dial tone buzzing in her ear, her skin tingling with excitement.

And at 6:45 p.m. Tina pulled into the CAC parking lot. She knew she was early but she couldnt wait any longer. Shed been imagining Bette waiting for her, that ***** confident smile on her face. Tina knew that look, the one that shed been missing, the one that washed over her like hot liquid ***** and left her dripping wet with anticipation. Oh yeah, she was in for one ***** of a ride tonight. Tina smiled. Then carefully applied her lipstick in the rearview mirror; Sweet Nectar Red, Bettes favorite.