One year later

Bette sat at what had unofficially become “her” table at the coffee house she had frequented for nearly two years now…Still favouring the privacy of a particular corner, and feeling unjustifiably indignant if it was already occupied.

In the past year her sister Kit had bought the place and in that time Bette had seen many changes …some for the better…one or two she wasn’t so sure of…but it was still her favourite haunt…she could become quite sentimental about some of the memories this little sanctuary held for her…. but the one she would always hold sacred was the afternoon Tina walked in and changed her life…

It had been a warm sunny afternoon much like today…Bette had waited admittedly a little anxious for her date…. always early she had sat and let her mind drift into a pleasant daydream, to more intimate thoughts of Tina…well a girl could dream, she remembered thinking!

Bette smiled at the vivid memory of that day…looking now at her coffee cup recalling how she had compared its smoothness to what she imagined Tina’s skin would feel like beneath her touch…. how she wanted to do more than just kiss this woman goodnight on her doorstep, Bette still felt  butterflies at the very thought of Tina.

At the time it had been a little over a week since they had met but even at that early stage Bette knew there was something different happening in her life…though nothing had prepared her for the evening as it turned out…

It was be one of the most sensual memories of their relationship that she would treasure. Tina’s kisses had stimulated her beyond words, Her requests had aroused her to the brink and her passion had ignited Bette’s own in so many ways…. Not only in the physical sense…Tina had touched something much deeper in Bette, the younger blonde woman now knew that she had found something that was missing in her life…something she had not even realised was amiss…. her attraction to Bette was both new and exhilarating and Tina was willing to embrace this discovery….

For Bette it was all these things and more…Bette didn’t realise that there had been anything absent from her life, happy with her career, making a name for herself in the Art world, her close circle of friends she felt were also her extended family as well as having her sister back in her life, she was content and never short of a bed mate should the desire arise…. But preferring a “no strings attached” relationships.