Chapter 31

Bette smiled as she checked her watch before she began unloading the car to make her way inside the house. She had shaved 2 minutes off her travel time from Tina’s house to her own through expert driving coupled with an unfulfilled need for release.

“Not bad Porter,” Bette mumbled as she unlocked the door and threw the contents of her arms down on the nearest piece of furniture.

She grabbed her cell phone out of her pocket as she walked through the house and into the kitchen for a bottle of water. She wasted no time in dialing Tina’s cell phone number while she surveyed the contents of her refrigerator, scoffing at the lack of food contained therein.

“Hello,” Tina answered in a sexy tone.

“Hey.”

“You made good time,” Tina chuckled as she looked at her own watch.

“I had incentive.”

“Amazing how determined you are.”

“I can’t be held accountable for the condition you left me in,” Bette said smiling as she closed the refrigerator door after grabbing her one remaining bottle of water. She opened the bottle, threw the top away, and took a sip as she made her way down the hall and into her bedroom.

“Believe me it wasn’t intentional.”

“Oh I know that,” Bette said chuckling. “You were left in the same condition.”

“And I wouldn’t purposely do that to myself.”

The pause in the conversation was a comfortable one between Bette and Tina. Bette turned on the two lights that illuminated her bedroom in soft light.

“Thank you,” Bette said sincerely.

“For?” Tina was puzzled at the sudden change in Bette’s tone. It went from playful to serious in a blink of an eye.

“Allowing me to vent at Angelica when she got home.”

“It’s not called venting when she’s your child, it’s called discipline.”

“Well in my house a crack on the ass was called discipline.”

“Somehow I can’t see Melvin raising a hand to you,” Tina said skeptical.

“Well truth be told Kit got it a lot more then I did.”

“You were always your father’s pride and joy Bette.”

Tina’s answer was met in silence as Bette thought about what Tina had said. In time, the pain of losing her father lessened to the point where she didn’t think of it each day, but when she did reminisce her pain felt just as strong as the day Melvin died.

“You did really well with her,” Tina continued in an effort to break the silence.

“Believe me it took restraint to not just scream at her. I doubt she’d have listened anyway.”

“She’s at that age,” Tina said wondering why Bette seemed saddened by the discussion of their daughter.

“She’s at that age, but more times then not, she runs to someone else when she hears something she doesn’t like.”

“Case in point,” Tina said referring to Shane’s involvement in the night’s events.

“Typically it’s you.”

“Bette, I back you and your decisions when she does that. I can’t think of a time….” Bette interrupted to clarify what she was hinting at.

“I don’t mean that, I mean you can now see how frustrating it is that she does that. I was thinking it must have been hard on you. For one of the first times in her life she went to someone else besides you when she was upset.”

“I guess I didn’t really think of it at the time.”

“I just,” Bette paused to gather her thoughts in an effort to say the right thing. “I wanted to say I was sorry that I didn’t offer a shoulder to support you through that. It just dawned on me coming home that it must feel foreign to you.”

“Thank you,” Tina said smiling. “I sort of had my mind on other things.”

“Yes I could tell,” Bette chuckled in a low voice causing Tina to shiver with anticipation. “Wasn’t there some talk about a certain trip to New York you wanted to replay?”

“Isn’t it crazy how after all these years some things just stick out in your mind.”

“No,” Bette said as she shook her head and sat down on the edge of the bed. “I don’t think it’s crazy to remember special times in a relationship.”

“That was my first time having phone sex,” Tina blushed at the admission although Bette had already known that fact.

“You could have fooled me.”

“I was rather proud of myself,” Tina said laughing. “God I remember the rush of feelings when you called me that night with that tone of voice you use.”

“Tone of voice?”

“Don’t act innocent Porter. You seduced me!”

“Oh really?” Bette said arching her eyebrow playfully. “If my memory serves me correctly, and I believe it does, you started the phone sex adventure.”

“I did not!”

“Tina,” Bette admonished. “You asked me where I was and I told you I was in bed in the hotel.”

“That was an innocent question.”

“Followed by ‘do you know what I’d do to you if I were there’ in the sexiest voice I’ve ever heard!”

“Again, an innocent question,” Tina said smiling at the playfulness between herself and Bette.

“Until you followed it up with ‘what are you wearing’ in the same voice.”

“You were naked in a hotel bed,” Tina said in her defense. “When did you stop sleeping naked anyway? I loved when I could curl up against you and feel every inch of your skin on mine.”

“I still sleep naked.”

“Only when you’re with someone,” Tina pointed out. “When you were in that hotel room you weren’t with anyone and you still slept naked.”

“I had to economize my packing.”

Tina burst out laughing at Bette’s practical answer to her reasons behind her lack of pajamas that night in New York.

“Do you remember what I said to you?” Tina asked seductively.

“Refresh my memory.”

“I asked you if you were laying down.”

Tina’s answer was silence from the other end of the phone.

“Well are you Bette?”

“Right now?” Bette seemed lost in her memory and surprised at Tina’s question in present tense. “Not at this moment, I’m sitting on the edge of the bed.”

“If I were there, I’d walk up to you and kiss the top of your head as I held you close to my chest,” Tina’s voice was husky as she felt her own body react to the images she had in her mind. “Then I would reach down and take your shirt off.”

Tina’s response was nothing but Bette’s breathing becoming deeper.

“Take your shirt off Bette,” Tina’s voice was laced with desire.

Bette smiled and did as she was told, taking Tina’s t-shirt from earlier and discarding it on the floor near the bed.

“I missed that so much,” Tina said feeling her own arousal growing.

“What’s that?”

“The way you look in just jeans, completely topless, it’s not often you don’t wear a bra.”

“I think I lost it at your house,” Bette said laughing as she felt the cool night air against her bare skin and nipples.

“Baby?”

“Hmm?” Bette answered as she began to feel self-conscious about sitting topless in her bedroom alone.

“Touch your nipple for me Babe.”

Bette smiled, a low chuckle coming from her side of the phone, which also prompted Tina to smile. Tina knew the exact moment Bette touched her own chest, she heard her sharp intake of air and a low moan.

“Just remember earlier,” Tina said quietly.

“I thought I was remembering New York,” Bette said in a husky tone.

“Frankly remember what you need to in order to get there.”

Bette chuckled and balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear so that she had both her hands free. She knew Tina’s rules from their first escapade of phone sex, she was to follow directions and do only what she was directed to.

“Remember the rules Babe,” Tina reminded her as if she could read her mind.

“Uh-huh.”

“Are you still touching your nipples?”

“Yes,” Bette answered breathless.

“Are they hard?”

“Yes.”

Bette moaned and Tina smiled, happy with the amount of pleasure she could offer Bette with her voice and imagination.

“Pinch your nipples lightly Babe.”

Bette gasped, her arousal growing at an alarming rate.

“Excited?” Tina asked smiling.

“When I close my eyes and think of you here, doing this to me, yeah I am very excited.”

“Lay back,” Tina commanded. “Get in bed and take my jeans off.”

Bette smiled at Tina’s attempt to reclaim her new favorite jeans, the ones that she had no intention of giving back. Bette kicked her jeans and thong off, eager to take direction from Tina, just as she did in New York.

“You undressed?”

“Yes,” Bette’s answer was short and breathless.

“Are you excited?”

“Yes.”

“How excited?”

“Very.”

“Check for me Bette, tell me how wet you are,” Tina commanded.

Bette snaked her hand down her taunt stomach, past her moist curls, and dipped into her center feeling a great deal of wetness.

“Very.”

“Very what Bette?”

“Ugh, very wet Tina,” Bette said frustrated knowing that Tina would do just as she had in New York, make Bette vocalize every detail of her actions, reactions, and arousal.

“Don’t touch yourself yet Bette,” Tina said. “First I’d take my fingertips and lightly trace circles on your stomach. I love the reaction I get, the goose bumps, the way your abs contract to my touch.”

Bette held onto the phone with one hand and used the other to simulate what Tina was describing. She felt her muscles twitch, her breathing quicken, and she bit down on her bottom lip to hold in her reaction.

“Does that feel good Baby?” Tina asked finding her own hand touching her thighs absentmindedly.

“Yes.”

“I’d then snake my hand down to your thighs and do the same thing, urging you to spread them apart for me. You want me to lay between your legs Bette?”

“Yes.”

Bette opened her thighs instinctively as her fingers teased the inside of her right thigh and then moved to the left repeating the same motions. Her thighs trembled at her touch, coupled with hearing Tina’s uneven breathing indicating her arousal, and Bette knew she wouldn’t last long holding off her orgasm.

“Please,” Bette begged breathless as her hips began to move instinctively in search of her own fingers.

“Please what?”

“Let me touch myself.”

“Not yet,” Tina said smiling as she began to tease herself doing the same things she was telling Bette to do to herself.

“I need…”

“What?” Tina asked as she ground her head into the pillow as her body began to react.

“You.”

“You’ve got me.”

“Please, let us touch ourselves.”

“We’re touching each other Babe.”

“Fuck it! I just want to be touched!”

Tina laughed at Bette’s obvious frustration in, once again, needing to hold off her release.

“Do you have any idea how your legs feel Bette? Any idea how they feel wrapped about my body and holding me tight to you?”

Tina’s question was met with a moan and Bette biting down harder on her lower lip to control her reactions.

“Let me touch myself,” Bette pleaded.

“Fine, touch yourself lightly, and I’ll touch myself lightly.”

Tina knew the exact moment Bette touched herself intimately because she moaned loudly. Bette threw her head back as she massaged her clit, back and forth, dipping her finger into her wetness and rubbing her clit. Bette’s reaction alone pushed Tina toward an orgasm, but coupled with touching herself as she was directing Bette to do was pushing her closer to an orgasm faster then she had anticipated.

“Slip one of your fingers inside,” Tina commanded as she did the same and arched off the bed.

Bette moaned and began to feel her hips gain rhythm with her finger inside.

“Slip another one inside Babe.”

Bette slipped another finger inside and felt her tension begin to rise. She began a slow rhythm, moving her fingers in and out, listening to Tina do the same.

“I am so deep,” Tina moaned to explain to Bette exactly what she was doing to herself at that time.

“Oh,” Bette moaned feeling her body begin to shake. “I’m so close.”

Tina curled her fingers upward, massaging her G-spot and arched once again off the bed.

“Bette!” Tina moaned as she lifted her hips once more off the bed and felt her insides curl around her fingers. She continued to move her fingers in an effort to draw her orgasm out and allow Bette time to follow her over the edge.

“Shit,” Bette moaned and quickly followed Tina’s lead experiencing a forceful orgasm.

Tina’s breathing began to slow as she slid her fingers out of herself and looked down at them seeing her own wetness coating her fingers and part of her hand. She waited until Bette’s breathing slowed and she heard the soft, sexy chuckle from Bette’s side of the phone.

“Babe?”

“Oh my God,” Bette said smiling.

“You’re not done.”

“You’ve got to be kidding T.”

“Taste yourself for me,” Tina commanded as she put her own fingers in her mouth tasting her arousal. “I missed that taste all these years Bette. God it’s something I will never forget.”

Bette looked around feeling strange about tasting her own arousal as Tina licked her own fingers. She felt the blush rise to her cheeks and looked at the phone in her hand. She looked at her hand, and back at the phone, hearing Tina continue to lick her fingers clean.

“Amazing isn’t it Bette?”

“Uh-huh,” Bette said wiping her hand on the sheet next to her.

“God I missed that taste.”

“Mmmm,” Bette said trying her best to mimic Tina’s reaction to tasting herself.

Bette and Tina fell into a comfortable silence as they laid in their separate beds and listened to the other one breathe. Tina chuckled to break the silence.

“What’s so funny?” Bette asked.

“I could fall asleep right now.”

“Oh, I should let you go.”

“God I wish I were there to hold you,” Tina said in a voice barely audible as she fought sleep.

“You sound so relaxed T.”

“I am, you?”

“Let’s just say it’s a good thing I’m in bed already.”

“I love when I lay my head on your pillow Bette. It smells so much like your hair, it’s so silly, but I really feel so close to you when I use your pillow.”

“That explains you taking it on me all those years.”

Tina’s answer was a low chuckle as she fought to stop sleep from overcoming her.

“Babe?” Bette broke into Tina’s thoughts. “Hang up and go to bed Honey.”

“Will I see you at breakfast?”

“The Planet,” Bette confirmed. “Alice left a message making sure I would be there.”

“She misses you.”

“Well likely she was calling to also tell me the other part of her message, which was that she had invited Kristen to join us.”

“You’re kidding right?” Tina’s eyes flew open.

“Not based on the message I got.”

“What is she up to?” Tina sounded annoyed and no longer sleepy.

“Nothing that I know of. Besides Babe, Kristen knows it’s over between her and I. I’d like to remain friends if I can.”

“I know,” Tina said defeated.

“You have nothing to be jealous of Babe.”

“I’ll try on one condition.”

“What’s that?”

“You better sit next to me tomorrow no matter where there’s an open seat!”

Bette smiled and then broke into laughter at Tina’s simple request.

“There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”