Bette managed to cut the travel time in half by frantically changing lanes in an effort to get home as quickly as possible. It hadn’t been that often, prior to Angelica being born, that Bette and Tina had sexual intimacy without it being a special occasion or one of the nights on the weekend. It had been even less with Angelica being in the house, often the weekends were a chance for Bette to catch up on time with her daughter and Tina her rest. This is what was running through Bette’s mind as she threw the car in park, leaving her laptop and briefcase in the car, and quickly walking up the sidewalk to meet Tina inside.

Bette’s hands trembled slightly as she turned the key in the door to unlock it, needing to reach Tina as quickly as possible. She barely noticed the shirt that was thrown on the ground, left as a sign to come into the bedroom. Bette’s heels pounded on the wood floor as she walked quickly there, Tina smiled as she heard her coming down the hallway, and began to anticipate Bette’s touch on her body.

“Thank God,” Tina said quietly, keeping her eyes closed, as she continued to tease her nipple into a hardened peak. She rose off the bed to meet Bette, her body in complete arousal, evident to Bette by the moisture that beaded on her skin as well as her uneven breathing.

Bette walked further into the room, meeting Tina halfway between the door entering into their bedroom and the bed. When Bette reached Tina, she quickly placed her hand behind Tina’s head and aggressively kissed her lips. She walked Tina backward until her back pressed up against the nearest wall. Bette lifted Tina’s hands over her head and held them there with one hand while the other began to explore her body.

Both women were breathing erratically, their lips inches from one another, but neither making a move to actually touch them at this point. The scorching kiss that Bette just placed on Tina’s lips was a hint of what was to come, now she was merely teasing her by keeping her lips out of reach. Tina could feel Bette’s breath on her face, smell the aroused scent of her wife, reeking additional havoc on her senses. Bette pressed her body into Tina’s, inserting one leg between her shaky ones, and moving it up slightly to offer Tina a little of the contact she desired.

Bette’s tongue darted out and wet Tina’s lips while her free hand made a descent down Tina’s bare arm tickling the skin. Bette quickly inserted her tongue into Tina’s mouth, Tina reciprocated by sucking it in and rubbing her own tongue against it.

Bette lifted Tina’s left leg, opening her up for an additional amount of contact to drive Tina closer to her orgasm. Tina’s breathing became shallow, her need being pushed as she concentrated on Bette’s leg rubbing her center, setting the pace for what Tina could only hope would eventually be her tongue.

Bette’s hand let go of Tina’s thigh as it was wrapped snug around her body, there was no need to hold it up. She now used her free hand to cup Tina’s breast, rubbing her palm over Tina’s hardened nipple and then rolling her nipple between her thumb and forefinger.

“Please,” Tina said breathless as she allowed her head to fall to the side as Bette began to suck on her neck wanting to leave a mark as remembrance for days to come.

Bette pulled back, breaking the kiss, to suck in much needed air and see the effect her hands had on Tina. Their eyes met, both glazed over with desire, and Tina smiled seeing the love in Bette’s eyes.

“I love you,” Bette whispered.

Tina’s response was driven by desire as she ripped Bette’s shirt open revealing her black, lacey bra. Buttons scattered everywhere but neither woman seemed to notice or care. Tina pushed Bette’s bra up over her breasts, desperate to taste Bette’s skin. She rubbed her palms over Bette’s breasts, massaging them harder as time progressed and the kiss between them ignited.

Tina pushed Bette back as their tongues began to duel for the upper hand. Often it was Bette that was the aggressor, but Tina felt empowered after reading “Charlie’s” sensual post and decided now was the time to take control.

Bette was surprised when her back hit the wall opposite where they once were standing. Tina quickly turned in her arms so her back was up against Bette’s body and walked them backward, asserting a certain level of control she wanted Bette to experience. Tina leaned her head back, searching and finding Bette’s swollen lips, as Bette snaked her hands down Tina’s taunt stomach anticipating the wetness she would find between her legs.

Tina reached behind her tangling one hand in Bette’s hair and one grabbing at her shoulder as she pushed herself as close into Bette as possible. Bette’s one hand was on Tina’s thigh while the other began to make it’s decent inside Tina’s lacey thong.

Tina moaned, arching back into Bette further, as Bette sucked on her neck once more. Tina’s legs were becoming weak with desire, barely able to hold herself up, she began to feel her arousal gaining momentum and becoming dangerously close to the edge of ecstasy.

“Please, I can’t wait,” Tina said in a voice barely above a whisper and heavy with desire.

Bette quickly turned the tables to familiar ground, needing to please Tina, but not knowing what to make of this empowered woman standing before her.

“What do you need?” Bette asked as her breasts rose and fell quickly in time with her heavy breathing.

“Hard, take me hard.”

“Hard?”

“Fuck me Bette,” Tina requested in the simplest terms.

Bette ushered Tina to the bed, her back still facing Bette, and bent her over. Tina rested on her forearms on the soft, cushy covers that decorated their bed. Bette struggled to gain full access to Tina’s center, but in lieu of not having any patience, she tugged at Tina’s thong until she heard the material give and come off in her hand. She discarded the ripped thong immediately as she kicked Tina’s legs further apart.

Bette’s nails scratched one of Tina’s thighs as she used her nails to tantalize Tina’s skin. The other descended lower between Tina’s thighs finding her wet and her clit swollen, throbbing, needing the attention that only Bette could give her.

When Bette used her index finger to lightly massage Tina’s clit, she smiled at the response she received, as it was the one that she was working toward. She moved it from side to side, watching Tina’s every reaction. Her breathing quickened, her heart raced, and her body began to shake. Bette moved her other hand from Tina’s thigh to between her legs, slowly inserting two fingers easily.

“I said fuck me,” Tina responded.

Bette began to move her fingers forcefully, hitting Tina’s G-spot over and over, but not lingering there long enough to take Tina into her orgasm.

“Fuck, please Bette.”

Bette hammered her fingers into Tina, adding another one, now allowing all three to curl and massage Tina’s G-spot. Bette felt Tina’s insides begin to tighten, her breathing becoming extremely irregular. With her head thrown back, Tina was the picture of pure desire.

“That’s it, right there.”

Bette closed her eyes and felt her way through the motions of making love to Tina. She was encouraged with every moan, gasp, and grunt coming from her wife. Bette felt Tina’s orgasm at the same time she did, she felt Tina tighten from inside making it difficult for her to continue stroking her G-spot.

“That’s it Babe,” Bette said encouraging Tina to ride her orgasm out.

Tina was thankful for the support the bed offered as she took full advantage of it. When her breathing returned to normal and Bette removed her fingers, Tina looked up and smiled at her wife.

“Welcome home,” Tina said smiling.

“Thank you from the bottom of my heart.”

“Oh, I’m not done yet.”

“Really?” Bette said arching her brow in question.

“Take off your pants and lay on the bed,” Tina commanded of Bette.

Without words, Bette did as she was requested, shedding the remainder of her clothes and leaving them right where she was standing. She sauntered over to the bed, keeping eye contact with Tina at all times, and laid down on her back facing the ceiling.

Tina remembered “Charlie’s” post, the technique described in detail, the detail that elicited her arousal and decided to put theory into practice. She crawled on the bed parting Bette’s legs further and settling between them to begin her exploration of her wife.

Bette arched up and caught Tina’s eyes, the sight breathtaking. Bette’s eyes were glazed over, her mouth agape and her breathing heavy. Her thighs were shaking as Tina wrapped her arms around Bette’s thighs and put them over her shoulders. Bette ran her own hands up her body to her breasts and began to massage them, rubbing her already hardened nipples to the point of painful sensitivity.

“Oh,” Bette moaned, the only response she could speak.

Tina nuzzled Bette’s clit with her nose, taking in the scent that was so uniquely her. Tina placed her hand, palm down, to hold Bette in place as her tongue licked Bette intimately. She took the tip of her tongue and ran it around Bette’s clit and then sucked it into her mouth. Her tongue danced over it while she sucked, encouraged by Bette’s moans. Bette snaked her hands through Tina’s hair and pulled her closer into her, in an effort to prompt her to place her tongue inside. Tina decided that she wasn’t ready yet to comply with Bette’s wishes.

Bette drove her head back into the pillows as she struggled to fight her orgasm. She wanted to hold off as long as possible, but Tina’s mouth on her clit was making it increasingly hard.

Tina remembered “Charlie’s” post regarding listening to your partner. Often Tina was the vocal one, Bette merely showed her appreciation by changes in her breathing or a slight moan. Tina wanted more, she wanted Bette to truly let go of her inhibitions and talk during sex.

“Tell me what you want,” Tina said taking her mouth off of Bette and easing two fingers inside her wife.

Bette’s answer was a moan of approval, but Tina needed more, she needed what was described in “Charlie’s” message board post.

“I want to hear you Bette.”

“Please,’ Bette said in a voice just above a whisper.

“Louder.”

Bette was unsure of what to make of this new, aggressive, and demanding Tina. Typically Tina didn’t request her to vocalize her pleasure, she knew her body instinctively. Yet, at this moment, Bette knew that there was nothing that Tina wanted more then to hear her verbalize her needs and pleasure.

“Deeper,” Bette said a bit louder then her last request.

“I need to hear you Babe. I need to know that you like what I’m doing.”

“You know I do,” Bette said breathless as she felt Tina begin to stroke her G-spot in a manner similar to what she had done to Tina earlier.

“I love you,” Tina said as she began to increase the pressure and pace at which her fingers touched Bette.

Bette’s body began to shake, her legs spread wide open to allow Tina as much access as she needed to bring Bette into an orgasm.

“Oh,” Bette moaned as she felt her insides begin to tighten.

Tina continued to massage her G-spot as she looked at Bette’s face, etched with passion, begin to contort as her orgasm ripped through her body. Tina continued to pump in and out of Bette, wanting to draw her orgasm out as much as possible. It wasn’t until Bette reached between them to slow her hand by grabbing her wrist that Tina surrendered and smiled lovingly at her wife.

“My God,” Bette said working to regain her composure. “What brought this on?”

Tina didn’t answer, she merely removed her fingers from inside Bette and licked them one by one as Bette watched.

“No answer?” Bette said as her breathing returned to normal.

“Complaining?”

“God no, not at all.”

“Good,” Tina said as she made her way to Bette’s side and snuggled into her placing her head on Bette’s shoulder. Bette kissed Tina’s sweaty forehead and then allowed her hand to draw senseless doodles on her back with her nails.

“How was Angie today?” Bette asked in a sleepy voice.

“Good, we should really get her up though or she won’t sleep tonight.”

“Let me get up and wash up a bit then I’ll get her.”

Bette got up and walked into the adjoining bathroom and turned the water on. She unhooked her robe from behind the door and put it on as a cover for the time being. While Bette washed up and walked out of the bedroom to get Angelica, Tina laid in bedding looking at the ceiling. Her mind wandered to “Charlie’s” posts, the manner in which she spoke on the boards was intriguing.

Tina shook off the mystery of “Charlie” and put her own robe on to make her way into the kitchen to make dinner for her family. Bette was already warming a bottle Tina had made earlier when her body told her it was time to feed Angelica, but it wasn’t on schedule. She got used to pumping and was amazed that her body seemed to adjust rather well to the pumping dispensing her milk into a bottle instead of Angelica feeding right from her breast. Tina was happy because it also allowed Bette to feed Angelica occasionally, something that she knew meant a lot to Bette.

Tina sat down at the table across from Bette and smiled seeing Bette cuddle with Angelica while she took her bottle.

“How was your day Babe?”

“Good,” Bette said smiling at Tina. “I met an amazing artist today that Julia said she wants to showcase. She has to create another three pieces but overall, I think the show will be Julia’s biggest to date.”

“That’s good,” Tina said as she played with the salad she just set down for their dinner.

“It’s exciting as hell! I can’t wait!”

“Good,” Tina said with a smile on her face. “Are you working on it tonight?”

“Yeah, I need to get everything from my car. I was so determined to get in here that I just left it all there.”

Tina laughed as she played with her salad a little more, pushing it around her plate instead of actually eating it.

“What’s up for you tonight?”

“I’m not too sure,” Tina said casually, knowing that she would likely go into the chat room and talk with her friends.

Tina’s statement was met with silence as Bette fawned over their daughter taking her bottle.

“I love being able to feed her,” Bette said as she smiled at Angelica. “I never thought that would mean so much but it really does.”

“It’s amazing.”

Tina got up and cleared the dishes and walked down the hallway to run Angelica’s bath. When Bette walked in behind her and sat on the toilet playing with Angelica waiting for it to be done Tina turned and smiled at her.

“Did you want me to make you something else besides salad?”

“Nope, I’ll grab mine out of the refrigerator when I’m done here and eat while I work. Thanks though, I’m sure the salad is wonderful as always.”

Tina smiled and left Bette to bathe Angelica while she picked up the toys that were still laying about from earlier in the day. She brought her computer to life and brought up her chat site eager to talk to her friends. She first checked her IM and saw that “Sam” was on, bringing a smile to her face. Tina IM’d her to ask if “Sam” was in the chat room yet. True to form, “Sam” said she was and that she had been waiting to say hello to Tina.

Sam: How was today?

Lindsey76: Good, Bette and I really connected and it felt great.

Sam: That’s sweet!

Lindsey76: Yeah I’ve missed that, but I am more concerned about you! Was today better then yesterday?

Sam: No, I broke down and sent an e-mail to Leslie. She didn’t answer and I guess I didn’t expect her to.

Lindsey76: I wish I could help!

Sam: I know, that’s because you’re sweet and a good person.

Lindsey76: It’s because I care.

Sam: Come into chat, it’s packed in here.

Lindsey76: On my way…..


Tina logged into the room and quickly perused the room’s members as greetings were frantically typed to her. She made sure she said hello to everyone that greeted her as her eyes continued to scan the people in the room currently.

Tina’s heart skipped a beat when she made it half way down the list and saw the name she had wondered about all afternoon, “Charlie” was in the room. She seemed engrossed in a conversation with another member and didn’t acknowledge Tina when she made her way into the room.

Within a few moments of Tina entering the room, “Charlie” began to say goodnight to the room and logged off quickly. Tina felt a strange feeling inside, as if she had missed an opportunity to get to know “Charlie” better and a wave of disappointment washed over her. She worked hard to get into the conversations in the room, even though her excitement to be in the chat room had dissipated.

Tina watched Bette working at the kitchen table, papers scattered around her, as she frantically typed on her keyboard. Tina tried to focus on the chat room, but her heart was not into it as her excitement level declined when “Charlie” logged out.

Lindsey76: BRB

Tina wanted to ensure that no one would try to engage her in conversation while she poured through the message boards again. There were 3 additional posts since she last checked that “Charlie” commented on. The first two posts were somewhat general, responses to posts by others. But the thread topic on “Charlie’s” last post caught Tina’s attention. The topic was cheating.

Tina began to read through the thread and realized that this particular thread was controversial and opinions varied more than she would have thought. The current discussion revolved around whether cybering was a form of cheating. “Charlie” had posted her opinion, not that odd considering she was a frequent commenter, however this time it seemed to evoke anger in her words.

Tina began to ponder the thread. Never having ever cybered she wasn’t too sure she even understood the mechanics of cybering.

Tina looked at Bette thumbing through glossy photos of paintings that seemed to hold her attention. Tina watched her for a few minutes before logging out of the message boards and chat at the same time. She quickly said goodnight to “Sam” on an IM and logged off her computer.

“I’m going to bed,” Tina leaned down and kissed Bette goodnight.

“I love you.”

“Love you too Bette.”

Tina walked into the bedroom and fell onto her side of the bed. Her mind racing about the last post she read, she began to think about how she would feel if that happened to her. She held onto Bette’s pillow, gaining comfort in the smell of her shampoo that seemed to linger. She drifted off to sleep, waiting for Bette to soon join her.