Chapter 20

The sun began to heat Bette’s bedroom to the point where Tina woke up, uncomfortable from the warmth it created on her skin. She looked at Bette, who gracefully stole her pillows throughout the night and still held onto them, and smiled. She seemed content to remain asleep in a place where she wasn’t required to confront her past.

Tina rolled over to drape her arm around Bette and feel a closeness with her for the few moments they’d have alone together, secure away from the world in which they were hiding their love and sheltered from their daughter and her probing questions about the past.

Bette moved her body to adjust to Tina’s arm holding her close. Tina smiled and placed a small kiss on Bette’s bare shoulder, smiling against her skin. When that didn’t serve its purpose to wake her, Tina began to trace small circles on her bare back causing her to flinch when she hit the ticklish spots.

“Hmmm,” Bette moaned as she enjoyed the moment, still having her eyes closed to block out the sun.

“That’s all I get?”

“What is it you want?” Bette asked in a sleepy voice.

“Well you can start by looking at me.”

“No, too much work,” Bette said as she allowed a playful smile to grace her beautiful face.

“Is this how we’re playing Porter?” Tina arched her eyebrow in question.

“Playing? Whatever do you mean?”

Tina struggled to not allow her laugh to escape at the sound of innocence in Bette’s words. Tina began to again tickle the spots she knew were sensitive on Bette’s back, causing her to squirm and flinch.

“That’s not fair.”

“Oh I never play fair Porter.”

“I remember,” Bette said allowing a laugh to escape when Tina tickled her harder. “Must you tickle me?”

“Oh I haven’t even started yet,” Tina said laughing.

“Yes because torturing me at The Planet wasn’t enough so now you must do it again? I see how you are!”

Tina’s response was a laugh and a quick tickle to Bette’s sides causing her to jump and scoot away from her lover.

“Hey stop it!”

“Aww,” Tina said in a mocking tone. “Poor little Bette doesn’t like to be tickled.”

“Just because you aren’t ticklish doesn’t mean that it still isn’t considered torture in some cultures!”

“Ah,” Tina said as she got on all fours and seductively crawled over closer to Bette. “You know what’s torture?”

“Yes, you tickling me,” Bette answered half laughing as she held the sheet up to herself to cover her naked body.

“No,” Tina said smiling as her hand began to slink under the cover to touch Bette. “What is torture, for me, is not being able to do this in public.”

Tina laid down and leaned over, kissing Bette’s neck gently.

“Or this even.”

Tina inched her body to cover part of Bette’s as she kissed the other side of her neck. Tina’s hand was slowly tickling Bette’s thigh, which caused her to unconsciously part them further to accommodate Tina’s body.

“This is sweet torture,” Bette moaned as her hands made their way to Tina’s bare back.

“Sweet torture? You haven’t seen anything yet.”

Bette smiled at Tina, staring deep into her eyes.

“Do these ‘said’ cultures that consider tickling torture think this is torture too?” Tina asked as she rubbed her thigh on Bette’s center and allowed her fingers to now tickle the inside of Bette’s thigh.

“Oh,” Bette moaned in response. “They just might.”

“Well we can always test that theory can’t we?” Tina asked as she nipped at Bette’s soft lips.

“Uh-huh.”

Tina moved to now cover Bette’s body completely as she took Bette’s hands and held them over her head.

“Now, from what I’ve heard torturing starts by finding out just what drives your victim crazy.”

“Your voice all husky like that is a good start,” Bette said smiling as she looked into Tina’s slightly glazed eyes.

“It is isn’t it?” Tina said smiling.

“Uh-huh,” Bette tried to move her body against Tina’s, which was now fully on top of her. Tina used her leverage to expertly pin Bette’s body between her strong thighs to limit the contact between them, even though Bette desperately craved it.

Bette lifted her head to try to capture Tina’s lips, but Tina quickly pulled her head back, smiling, and shook her head no.

“This is so not fair.”

“Well, the experiment needs to be just right. All the conditions need to be controlled except for the one that you’re testing. I wouldn’t expect an art history major to know science.”

“You’re just wrong,” Bette said laughing and shaking her head.

“Now, the variable we’re testing here is your resolve Ms. Porter. We’re going to see just how much it takes to drive you over the edge, just how much torture you can take,” Tina leaned in to whisper the last part of that sentence in Bette’s ear.

Tina allowed her tongue to lightly trace Bette’s outer part of her ear as she still held Bette’s arms securely in place above her head. When Bette’s ear was slightly wet, Tina gently blew cold air over the same path causing Bette to shiver.

Bette’s response was merely a moan, nothing more needed to be conveyed. Tina began to kiss the side of Bette’s face, working her way down to Bette’s soft neck. Her kisses were light, playful in nature, but causing Bette to quickly lose her resolve.

“Let’s see Ms. Porter, have I begun to push you over the edge yet?” Tina asked as she moved her thigh against Bette’s center, which was damp from need. Bette arched and tried to grind against Tina’s thigh, which was quickly removed to continue the experiment.

“Oh you are so dead Tina. Paybacks are hell.”

“I’ll count on that,” Tina said with a smirk.

Tina moved to Bette’s collarbone, dropping strategically placed kisses along it complete with small nips of her teeth.

“Is this doing the trick?”

Tina smiled as she captured both Bette’s hands in one of hers and used the other one to test Bette’s reaction.

“Ah, you are aroused Porter but not quiet over the edge.”

When Tina’s fingers made contact with Bette’s center, Bette nearly jumped off the bed due to her sensitivity.

“Ugh,” Bette moaned when Tina removed her fingers.

She used her fingertips to trail down to the valley between Bette’s breasts. Bette’s skin was very ticklish in that area and Tina knew full well what reaction she would solicit when she massaged that area lightly.

Bette arched up, her body begging for release. Tina moved over to trace the side of Bette’s breast, ensuring that she didn’t make contact with Bette’s aching nipple yet.

“Please,” Bette begged breathlessly.

“Are you giving up already? The test isn’t near done but if you can’t take the sweet torture you better say ‘uncle’ now.”

“Paybacks Kennard,” Bette said in a voice now laced with frustration instead of tease. Bette’s fists were clenched due to her aching need growing and her struggle to prolong the inevitable.

“Oh I don’t think you’re ready to give up just yet are you?” Tina asked as she moved her hand to between Bette’s thighs once again. “Nope, not just yet.”

Bette groaned in frustration and need when Tina removed her fingers after they lightly grazed her sensitive and swollen clit.

“I need you inside.”

“I’m not there yet, the experiment is very scientific and the littlest things can throw it off.”

“Oh yeah?” Bette asked as she struggled to control her breathing. “Such as?”

“Oh, well allow me to show you, being an art history major you need to ‘feel it’ to get the point.”

Bette laughed as she shook her head at Tina with a smile on her face.

“If I wanted to test how long it would take me to take you over that edge just by touching your skin,” Tina said as she used her fingertip tip to lightly graze over Bette’s nipple, “I would touch all the most sensitive areas just with the right pressure. You wouldn’t feel anything else but my fingers on your body.”

Bette closed her eyes as her body willingly reacted to Tina’s touch on her hard nipple.

“But if I wanted to test how long it took you to orgasm using only my mouth,” Tina said as she bent down and took Bette’s nipple in her mouth and began to suck on it, “I’d make sure that my mouth was very wet and very warm when I licked you all over your amazing body. But note, I wouldn’t use my fingers at all.”

Bette moaned in response as she struggled to free her hands from Tina’s grasp.

“But because I want to test how long you can last before you fall off that edge using my tongue and my fingers, well that requires a delicate balance of each.”

“Tina, please.”

“In due time Bette.”

“Ugh,” Bette was growing more impatient as Tina began to suck harder on her nipple. Tina rolled her tongue around the nipple as she held Bette’s wrists harder, trying to now control her own growing need.

Tina moved to the other breast, licking around Bette’s hardened nipple before taking it into her mouth, holding it between her teeth and flicking her tongue quickly over it. Bette arched off the bed, her need growing unbearable.

“Say ‘uncle’ and we can end this now Porter.”

“Not on your life,” Bette said threw clenched teeth. The playfulness of Tina’s experiment was cascading fast into pure passion and becoming less about teasing and more about need.

Bette moaned as Tina took more of her breast in her mouth, sucking harder on it to drive Bette to the edge of her orgasm and hold her there.

“I’m going to let go of your hands Bette, but if you don’t keep them there, I’ll leave you completely frustrated, got it?”

Bette didn’t have time to answer as Tina released her hands to travel the length of her body. Bette knew Tina’s tone was serious enough that she had to keep her hands above her head or Tina wouldn’t take her through her orgasm. She grabbed onto the edge of the headboard with one hand while the other tangled itself in her own hair so she wouldn’t be tempted to grab Tina.

Tina saw Bette in her new struggle, the demand she made of Bette to keep her hands off her was indeed taken seriously. Tina smiled into Bette’s stomach, working to control her own growing need to experience an orgasm with her lover, her best friend.

Tina kissed the area around Bette’s hipbone, noting that Bette’s body had not changed much in all the years that they had known each other. Tina knew just what areas on her body were sensitive, which ones escalated Bette’s need faster then others. She traced Bette’s hipbone with her fingertips as she kissed her thigh. Bette spread her legs in an invite for Tina to continue her exploration.

Tina looked up to see passion etched in Bette’s face, her head turning back and forth into the pillow that rested under her head. She bit down on her lip to stop from crying out, knowing that this private moment was almost coming to it’s conclusion whether Tina ever made it to her center or not.

Tina repositioned her body so that she was completely between Bette’s outstretched legs. She licked her inner thigh, tasting the evidence of Bette’s arousal and moaning to express her own state of arousal.

She took a moment to just stare at Bette, taking in the complete picture of her experiment.

“You ready Babe?” Tina said in an aroused voice, staring at Bette working hard to control her aching need.

“Please,” Bette’s breathless tone urged Tina on.

Tina used her fingers to spread Bette’s lips and was greeted with what she expected, Bette’s clit was swollen and hard, begging for her attention.

“I never forgot your scent,” Tina whispered as she struggled to rein her own need to concentrate on taking Bette over the edge and into an explosive orgasm. “God you’re so wet Bette.”

Bette had no response other then to raise her hips to initiate contact with Tina’s mouth.

Tina pulled back slightly to look at Bette, her state of arousal completely evident. The hair surrounding her lips was glistening with moisture, her lips swollen, her clit hard and pulsing, waiting for Tina to claim it with her mouth.

“Baby, please,” Bette’s voice indicated the teasing was over. She was begging for her release at this point. Her body was on edge, her breathing completely erratic as she struggled to prolong her orgasm as much as possible, but knowing whatever Tina’s next move would be would drive her over the edge quickly.

Tina slowly exhaled, blowing cool air directly on Bette’s clit causing her body to tense, her hands to clench, her moan to escape her lips that now quivered with desire.

“I need you now T,” Bette begged in a tone just above a whisper.

Tina stiffened her tongue, and in a slow and methodical manner, she began to lick the sensitive tip of Bette’s clit. Bette worked hard to prolong the inevitable, her thighs tense as she concentrated on not trapping Tina’s head between her them to ride her tongue through her orgasm. She wanted Tina to set the pace, to control their love making, but her need was ever growing as the edge approached fast.

“Oh God,” Bette moaned as she began to move her hips into Tina’s face, desperate for her release.

Bette moaned again, out of frustration, when Tina stopped her manipulation of her clit and moved to her opening. Her tongue, inches from being inside Bette, made small circles around her opening but didn’t dive inside yet.

“God dammit Tina,” Bette moaned as she snaked one hand down to her own nipple, pinching and pulling it while the other remained tangled in her own hair.

Bette arched her hips towards Tina to try to coax her to insert her tongue inside, where Bette so desperately craved her.

Tina allowed her tongue to dip slightly inside Bette, causing Bette to lose all resolve. She grabbed Tina’s head with both hands and held her there, while her hips moved with a purpose against Tina’s tongue and she began to push her deeper inside herself.

Tina dug her fingers into Bette’s thighs, her need growing as well, without Bette even touching her, Tina was just as close to an orgasm as Bette was.

Tina held Bette’s hips up to drive her tongue in deeper, moving it all around inside of Bette, feeling her muscles begin to clamp down on her tongue as Bette fought to hold her orgasm off.

“Oh God T!” Bette moaned. “I’m coming, I’m going to come!”

Tina used one hand to lightly rub Bette’s clit sending her directly into a powerful orgasm. Her body shook, her muscles completely clamping down on Tina’s tongue making it difficult for Tina to continue her manipulation inside her lover.

Bette arched her back, her hands pushing hard on Tina’s head to drive her tongue deeper inside. Bette’s body glistened with sweat, beads running down between her breasts and droplets pooling on her stomach.

Tina felt Bette begin to relax, her hands loosening their grip on Tina’s head, and untangling themselves from her hair. Tina rested her head on the inside of Bette’s thigh, working hard to regain her own breath.

Moments passed before Tina felt Bette’s fingers caressing her cheek causing her to open her eyes and look up at her lover.

“Uncle,” Bette whispered as she smiled down at Tina, working to now pull her up and into her arms to feel the weight of Tina’s body on her own.

The flushing of the toilet in the guest bathroom brought both women out of their quiet, intimate moment.

“Oh God,” Bette said with dread in her voice. “We still have to face her today.”

Tina laughed at the look on Bette’s face and then slowly kissed her lips, Bette able to taste her own arousal.

“Not quiet the same torture is it?” Tina laughed as Bette rolled her eyes and held her close.