Chapter 10

The silence that once enveloped the room was currently missing due to the moans coming from the uncomfortable bed positioned in the middle of the room.

“Oh God, right there!”

Expert hands touched over the soft skin on the inside of a pair of shaking thighs. As strong fingers kneaded the muscles, the sheets moved due to the other pair of hands grabbing at them, desperate for relief.

“God you’re shaking.”

“Oh that feels so good. Don’t stop!”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“Your hands are amazing.”

The sound of lotion being squirted once more into the strong hands brought a smile to the wanton woman’s face.

“I think I lost my mind.”

“Sounds about right. God you’re so tight!”

The obvious statement was met with another moan of pleasure as tired and sore muscles began to relax under the expert manipulations of a capable pair of hands.

“I had to,” Dana reasoned. “Shane if you could have seen me on that bull even you’d have been impressed.”

“I think it kicked your ass Dane with how bruised and tight your muscles are.”

Shane massaged the back of Dana’s legs once more as she bit down on her lip feeling the pain of working the kinks out of her tired muscles.

“When I got on it, the crowd was going wild because usually women don’t ride it.”

“I can see why.”

“And I steadied myself and grabbed onto the little knot thing in front of where you sit. I think it’s supposed to be some sort of saddle thing.”

“I suppose,” Shane said following the story as she began to massage Dana’s lower back.

“I just clamped my legs as tight as I could get them around the bull,” Dana smiled as she recalled the event in perfect clarity. “I don’t think I’ve ever held something so tight with my thighs before.”

“That explains your lack of lines on the chart,” Shane laughed as she massaged Dana’s back.

“I won’t even let that crack bother me I’m so happy right now,” Dana shot back. “Shane, the entire crowd was on its feet as the time ticked away. I stayed on the entire 2 minutes and only held on with one hand. I looked like a professional rider!”

“Why did you do this again?”

“Because I lost a bet,” Dana said casually as she bit her bottom lip in anguish. “But I think I just needed to anyway despite that. I needed to just let go and damn it felt so good Shane.”

“So you want to be a rodeo clown?”

“No,” Dana scoffed. “But I owned that bitch! You can’t believe the power I had taming the bull between my legs.”

Shane laughed at the sense of pride Dana was emitting over her adventure earlier that morning at Diamonds and Spurs.

“Where’s Alice again?”

“She hooked up with this woman Natalie.”

“Aren’t we a tad worried about her?” Shane questioned as if she were the only logical one involved in the conversation.

“No, she was nice. We talked to her a lot before it was my turn to ride the bull. I can’t believe they’re going to put my name and picture up on the wall there!”

“Shouldn’t you be used to this as a celebrity tennis player?”

“Hardly anyone ever recognizes me,” Dana said as she closed her eyes with a smile on her face. “Sadly I’m better at bull riding then tennis. It was like the best feeling ever riding that thing!”

Shane laughed as she continued to knead Dana’s thigh muscles, getting them into a relaxed state. Shane looked over at the clock and winced at the time as the morning had gotten away from them when Dana stumbled into the room drunk and needing assistance with her aching muscles.

“We have about an hour before we have to be up and at the Kennard’s house,” Shane said. “I suggest a hot bath for you and that way it kills two birds with one stone.”

“What birds are those?”

“Your muscles will relax further so you can actually walk and the bar smell trapped in your hair won’t be there after you actually bathe.”

“That bad?” Dana asked apologetically.

“It’s ok,” Shane laughed. “Just do something about it.”

Dana was grateful for the hand Shane extended to help her off the bed and into the bathroom to follow strict orders. She barely heard her friend’s snicker as she waddled to her destination, unable to walk normally but proud of her accomplishment.

Tina rolled over and opened her eyes, quickly shutting them when the sun hit her square in them.

“I think I burnt my retinas,” Tina said sadly.

Bette was showered, dressed, and sitting in a chair opposite the bed reading the newspaper in a quiet house.

“Where is everyone?” Tina asked as she rolled over wishing her head to stop throbbing.

“Running errands for the party.”

“They’re up already?”

“Your mother gave them no choice,” Bette snickered. “You got a reprieve thanks to yours truly.”

“What do I owe you?”

“Besides your life for this weekend?” Bette asked as she skimmed an article in the Arts and Entertainment section. “Try to eat something.”

Tina rolled on her side and balanced her head on one hand, staring at Bette reading for a moment before Bette looked up and arched her eyebrow in question in Tina’s direction.

“Do you know how much I love you?” Tina asked with a silly grin crossing her face.

“Uh-huh,” Bette muttered as she flipped the page and continued reading the article.

Tina got up slowly, ignoring the throbbing in her head, and stood in front of Bette pulling the paper down to catch Bette’s attention.

“What?” Bette said looking up now that her eyes couldn’t see the article she was engrossed in.

“I love you.”

“I love you too,” Bette smiled. “However, your choices are to either go eat a plain bagel with a wonderful cup of sludge, as you call my coffee, or go shower.”

“I can’t stay here with you?”

“Not smelling like a liquor cabinet you can’t,” Bette said seriously.

“Are we testy this morning?” Tina teased as she bent down and kissed Bette’s neck slowly.

“Not at all,” Bette said as she straightened her paper out and began reading once more. “Why do you think I’m testy?”

“Could it be that I passed out last night?” Tina asked sheepishly.

“So you do remember parts of last night,” Bette said laughing and looking up from her paper. “I’m not mad Tina, just, on edge.”

“Well the house is empty….”

“And we’re not getting caught when everyone barges back in,” Bette said quickly putting an end to Tina’s thought process. “Jump in the shower and I’ll make you a fresh cup of coffee when you get back.”

“What no eggs and grits?”

“You could stomach that?”

“No,” Tina said smiling. “But I wanted to see the look of disdain flash through your eyes at the thought of a breakfast like yesterday’s.”

“My stomach can’t take that on a good day,” Bette said wrestling her paper back from Tina’s hands to continue reading.

“I wish you’d let me make up for some of the frustration I built up last night,” Tina bit her bottom lip hopeful that her repeated suggestion would prompt Bette to allow them the opportunity to be together intimately.

“You feel badly about that don’t you?”

“That I teased you until you almost exploded and then passed out?” Tina smiled shyly. “What ever would give you that idea?”

“Because you’d do just about anything to sleep with me right now.”

“Oh, well that was the jeans Babe,” Tina chuckled as Bette arched her eyebrow in her direction again.

Tina bent down and kissed Bette on the lips quickly before trotting off to the bathroom to shower and begin her day. She glanced at her wrist, which still had her watch on it from the evening, and saw that the morning was already half over. She slipped out of her clothes and stepped into the steady stream of hot water. She closed her eyes as Bette’s words to her father bounced around in her head.

“God I was such a shit,” Tina muttered as she washed her hair quickly wanting to spend some quality time alone with Bette. “She’s been through so much this weekend.”

Tina quickly shut the water off and stepped out of the shower feeling much better then before. She quickly dried her body but skipped the lotion regime she usually performed to maximize her time with Bette. She walked out in a fresh pair of jeans, a new t-shirt, and bare feet. She hadn’t bothered to do much with her hair aside from towel drying it and allowing it to air dry.

“That was quick,” Bette said without taking her eyes off the local paper.

“I’m not high maintenance when I’m in Hicksville,” Tina smiled as she sipped coffee out of Bette’s mug. “Are you going to pay attention to me or keep your nose in the newspaper?”

“Newspaper,” Bette said lightly coupling it with a smile.

Tina rolled her eyes and looked around the room spotting a book laying on its side. She got up and walked over to the table, picked it up, and slumped back into the chair next to Bette. She looked at the cover and gasped, drawing Bette’s attention away from her current reading material.

“She wasn’t kidding!”

“What?”

“Jackie,” Tina started to explain. “She said Mom borrowed a book on lesbian lifestyles so she would understand us better.”

“Oh dear God,” Bette rolled her eyes and went back to the newspaper while Tina opened the book and began to casually flip through the pages.

“Oh look Babe, 10 suggestions on fighting ‘Lesbian death bed’ syndrome,” Tina mocked as she began to look down the list of suggestions.

“I’m not listening.”

“God I hope she doesn’t ask me about this,” Tina carried on ignoring Bette’s statement. “It says here that we should keep it sweet if we want to be treated sweet.”

“Uh-huh,” Bette answered obviously not paying attention.

“No bickering over dishes.”

“Got it.”

“Oh you’d like this one,” Tina said smiling. “We should be making sex dates. You should set one up Babe and relieve some of your frustration from the bar last night.”

“Currently not frustrated,” Bette murmured back.

“Number three is to bring fantasy into the bedroom,” Tina’s voice changed as she turned the page and began to read possible scenarios that were offered as suggestions.

“What?” Bette looked over at her to see a slight flush covering Tina’s face. “What are you talking about?”

“Lesbian death bed and the cures for it.”

“We don’t suffer from that.”

“But damn some of these fantasies are hot.”

“Really?” Bette smiled eager to pay Tina back for her sexual teasing the previous night. “What’s your fantasy Babe?”

“Well none of these,” Tina finished pursuing the list quickly to make eye contact with her lover. “I could care less about a threesome. However, this whole dominance and submissive role playing idea has promise.”

Bette rolled her eyes again and turned the page in the newspaper to find another article to catch her attention.

“They suggest sex toys Babe,” Tina said seductively drawing Bette’s attention once again away from the paper. “Do you know how long it’s been since we used any toys?”

“Is it bad that I don’t remember?”

“Very bad,” Tina came out of her chair with the book in her hand settling on Bette’s lap, pushing the paper to the floor. “I may have to punish you for that.”

“What’s my punishment?” Bette asked placing her hands around Tina’s midsection to hold her close.

“I may have to handcuff you and have my way with your body.”

“Uh-huh,” Bette muttered as she leaned her head back away from Tina.

“Not hot enough?”

“Well after last night my body feels like a bucket of ice water was dumped on it,” Bette said smiling. “You’ll have to work harder then that.”

“Look at this picture,” Tina turned the book as Bette’s head tilted to the side to gain the full perspective on the illustration.

“What is that?”

“It’s a position we haven’t tried,” Tina said seductively. “It’s like a scissor position and the goal is you rub your center into mine.”

Tina leaned forward and slowly traced her tongue around Bette’s earlobe, desperate to rekindle her desire from last night. Bette removed one of her hands from Tina’s waist and flipped the page to see a graphic picture of fisting.

“Oh dear God,” Bette said flipping the page quickly. “That would never happen.”

“What’s that?”

“Fisting,” Bette said shaking her head to ward off the image of the picture in her mind.

“I have to say,” Tina began to kiss Bette’s neck seductively gaining ground on her goal of arousing Bette to the point of wanting to throw her rule of no sex in the house out the proverbial window. “I want to get inside you so badly, as deep as I can go sometimes, so I can understand the need to do something like that although I’d never try it.”

Bette shivered as Tina’s breath caressed her neck and then her ear lightly. She began to use her thumbs to massage Tina’s hipbones in a circular motion bringing a smile to Tina’s face.

“I’d love to try something new with you Babe,” Tina began to tease Bette’s hardened nipple through her shirt. “The thought of experimenting with you turns me on.”

Tina began to grind her hips against Bette to illustrate her point. Bette moaned trying to gain control of the situation quickly. She flipped to the next page of the book in an effort to divert her attention away from Tina and her action as she sat on her lap.

“Oh my God,” Bette chuckled as she tilted her head once more to the side. “Is she doing a handstand?”

“Focus Babe,” Tina turned Bette’s face toward her own as she slowly licked Bette’s lip with the tip of her tongue.

Tina slipped her hand inside Bette’s shirt and pulled the cup of her bra down, exposing her breast to Tina’s hand. Tina rubbed Bette’s hard nipple between her thumb and finger, excited by the moans escaping Bette’s mouth. Bette’s hands moved to Tina’s thighs, digging in with each tug Tina made on her nipple to push her further into submission.

The one knock at the door startled Bette enough to drag her mind back into consciousness but not enough time to compose herself before the door opened and their friends entered destroying the sexual mood.

“Uh-oh,” Alice muttered as she smiled at the sight before her.

Tina turned around quickly glaring at their friends for interrupting. She ensured her body remained still to block any view of Bette as she dragged her bra cup back up and over her breast. Tina pulled Bette’s shirt down and then turned around to face the group while sitting on Bette’s lap.

“What the hell are you doing?” Tina asked with a slightly angered tone.

“You told us to be here at this time,” Alice answered.

“You’ve never heard of waiting for the door to be answered before you just walk right in?”

“Mom told us to come in whenever we wanted.”

“Mom?” Tina’s eyebrows shot up at Alice’s familiarity with her family. “You’re calling her Mom now?”

“Ma Kettle is too formal,” Alice said smiling. “Speaking of, I wanted to talk to her about the dress code for tonight.”

“What about it?”

“We’re invited ya know,” Alice began to explain her sudden interest in the party. “There’s someone that’ll be there that I want to dress to impress if you know what I’m saying.”

“Unfortunately I think I do. Who is it?”

“Her name is Natalie?”

“As in my cousin Natalie?” Tina sounded shocked and confused at the same time.

“Well to be fair I didn’t know she was your cousin until this morning,” Alice said apologetically. “I swear I wouldn’t have slept with her if I had known.”

“You slept with my cousin?” Tina’s voice bordered on shouting as she felt her anger rise from within. “How could you Alice?”

“I didn’t know!”

“Don’t you have any standards whatsoever?” Tina yelled louder.

“She had all her teeth!” Alice yelled back defensively causing Bette to rise from her seat to stand between her and Tina. “I shook the lesbian tree and she fell out.”

“Bette,” Tina seethed through clenched teeth. “Do something.”

“What do you want me to do?”

“Talk to her,” Tina said as she stormed out to the patio to put some distance between herself and Alice. Dana quickly followed to comfort her friend, not sure what to say, but needing to feel useful.

“Why can’t she walk?” Bette noticed Dana’s waddle as Dana moved past her and out onto the patio.

“Mechanical bull,” Shane simply said.

“I don’t even want to know,” Bette said shaking her head once again feeling a chill dousing her arousal. “Alice, did you really have to sleep with her?”

“I didn’t know it was her cousin,” Alice said in her defense.

Tina stormed back into the room and began to allow her anger to rise to the surface.

“This isn’t a game Al, this is real life for Natalie.”

“She was more then willing, believe me.”

“Bette,” Tina demanded once more. “Do something.”

Bette looked from her lover to her best friend not knowing what to say, but knowing she had to quickly formulate an approach before Tina exploded.

“Bad, bad Alice,” Bette said shaking her head and saying the first thing that came to her mind.

Tina looked at Bette with angry eyes.

“I really am sorry,” Alice smiled at Tina. “At least you’re not the only lesbian in the Kennard family.”

“That provides little comfort knowing you slept with my cousin.”

“I hope you used protection Al,” Bette began to chuckle. “An unplanned pregnancy is not a laughing matter.”

Tina shook her head as she fought to hold in her laughter threatening to escape at Bette’s playfulness.

“I’m going back outside to get some fresh air,” Tina announced. “When I come back you better be serious about this Alice and respecting my family.”

Tina grabbed a sore Dana as she dragged her outside, asking her to sit on the lounger to talk. Dana did so, thankful just for a seat to take the pressure off her legs.

“Alice,” Bette looked back at her best friend with disappointment in her eyes. “Seriously, we have one more night. Can you just behave for one night?”

“Dana rode the bull,” Alice announced to take the focus off her for a moment.

“Alice,” Bette warned.

“Her picture is being put up on the wall.”

“Damn it Alice,” Bette said slightly annoyed. “I’m serious.”

“So am I,” Alice said in the same tone Bette had used. “Her thighs are like freaky strong. It was sort of a turn-on. How wrong is that?”

Bette shook her head and bit back her laughter as she walked outside to sit with Tina. However, when she stood in front of her, Tina immediately got up and announced she had errands to run in town and Bette’s assistance was needed.

“What errands? I need to call the gallery.”

“You can do that on the way,” Tina said. “You three stay here and decorate the house for the party tonight. I want it looking like the picture on the refrigerator because that’s what my mother has envisioned. Do you understand me?”

Tina’s glare was specifically directed at Alice who simply nodded.

“You have my word it’ll be done right,” Shane promised bringing a smile to Tina’s face.

“You I trust,” Tina said hugging Shane tight. “It’s the other two that seem to get into trouble.”

Shane wasted no time in reviewing the picture and handing out orders to decorate the house for the anniversary party.

“Why are you in charge?” Alice asked as she began to blow up balloons and hand them to Dana for her to group different colors together as the picture displayed.

“Tina,” Shane said. “I was smart enough not to sleep with her cousin.”

Bette blew her bangs out of her face as the humidity wreaked havoc on her hair. The drive into town was a short one, allowing her just enough time to call Jordana and check on the preparation for the show. She got out of the car in front of the florist shop and balanced the phone between her ear and shoulder while she dug for quarters for the meter.

“I knew you were doing nothing but reading People stuffed in Art World Magazine and trying to hide it,” Bette laughed at her assistant’s futile attempt. “You do realize I’m not as naïve as you make me out to be don’t you?”

She smiled and nodded her head as Tina ran inside to check on the flowers for the party. She ensured they were being delivered at the right time per her mother’s typed out itinerary that was folded and shoved in the pocket of her pants. By the time she was done inside, Bette had walked across the street, bought two freshly squeezed lemonades to fight the heat, and walked back to the car hanging up her phone.

“Everything ok at work?” Tina asked sincerely.

“Getting there.”

“I’m so happy you came here with me this weekend,” Tina said as she discreetly put her hand on Bette’s thigh. “We need to go to that hotel over there.”

Bette followed Tina’s pointing finger down almost a block to an older looking building with a fountain spraying water at the front entrance.

“Why?”

“Um,” Tina paused for a moment and then smiled. “It’s our last errand.”

“At a hotel?”

“We need to pick up my cousin.”

“Hopefully it isn’t Natalie,” Bette said laughing warranting Tina elbowing her in the side. “Ouch!”

“You begged for it.”

“Hardly,” Bette said rubbing her ribs. “Doesn’t everyone have the ability to read a map to get to the house when they need to be?”

“Why are you so on edge?”

“You’re the one on edge in my opinion. I sincerely wanted to just have a relaxing day.”

Tina walked ahead of Bette desperate to get to the hotel for her ‘errand’ that had been on her mind all morning. Bette broke into a slow jog to catch up with Tina, smiling at her in an effort to make peace.

“What is this cousin’s name?” Bette asked casually.

“Um,” Tina stumbled over her words. “Eddie.”

“Eddie?” Bette arched her eyebrow and chuckled softly.

Tina also laughed as she entered into the cool lobby, thankful for the air-conditioned lobby to cool her body temperature. She pushed the up button on the elevator and tapped her foot nervously. Bette noticed it immediately but didn’t risk asking her why she was nervous.

The elevator doors opened and they both stepped inside quickly. Tina pushed the button to close the doors, hoping the ride would be a private one for her and Bette.

“So about our conversation earlier,” Tina began as she hit the button to the 7th floor. “I did have a fantasy.”

“A fantasy?”

“One I never told you about.”

“Oh,” Bette was slightly taken back. “Why haven’t you mentioned it before?”

Tina turned in the elevator and smiled seductively at Bette. Her hands immediately rested on Bette’s hips as she rose on her tiptoes to try to match Bette’s eyelevel. She gently brushed her lips against Bette’s slowly, desperate for more contact, but knowing that she needed to control herself prior to arriving on the 7th floor.

Bette moaned and deepened the kiss quickly. She allowed her tongue to caress Tina’s lips, demanding entrance into her mouth, which was quickly granted. Tina’s hands became aggressive on Bette’s back as she pulled her closer into her body. Bette pulled back in an effort to control herself, but quickly missed the closeness of Tina’s body and walked her back to her side of the elevator, pushing her back up against the wall.

“I’ve been so good,” Bette mumbled against Tina’s lips. She allowed her tongue to escape once more, desperate to tease Tina as she had done to her the previous night. Her tongue licked Tina’s bottom lip, feeling the short breaths Tina was taking.

The elevator came to a stop and the soft ding broke up the moment quick enough for Bette to back up and put some distance between them before the doors fully opened. Bette wiped the smudged lipstick from Tina’s lips off her own to disguise the activities to anyone waiting to board the elevator once the doors opened.

As the doors opened, Tina saw that nobody was waiting to board the elevator, which brought a smile to her face. She grabbed Bette’s hand and yanked her off the elevator and walked down the hallway on a mission.

“Whoa,” Bette tried to slow their walking but Tina was determined to get to their destination quickly. “Why are you practically dragging me?”

Tina stopped before the door that read 714 and reached in her back pocket quickly pulling out a keycard.

“What is this? Why do you have the key to your cousin’s room?”

“There is no cousin,” Tina stammered as her shaking hands attempted to put the key into the slider on the door. “I lied to get you here.”

“Why?”

“Frustration,” Tina slammed the key in once more desperate to get the door opened.

“Because you teased me last night?

“Well there’s that,” Tina smiled as the door clicked open and she dragged Bette inside kicking the door shut. “But I’m pretty frustrated too. All that teasing didn’t help my condition. Plus I heard you.”

“Heard me?”

“Talking,” Tina shoved Bette up against the door and began an all out assault on her neck. “To my father, the love thing, that just melted my heart six ways to Sunday.”

Tina took another deep breath and placed her lips once more on Bette’s exposed neck. Her hands wasted no time in grabbing for any part of Bette’s body that she could touch. Her first destination was Bette’s breasts as she massaged one through her thin shirt. Bette’s head fell back against the door, desperate for more then she was currently getting.

Bette began to kiss Tina desperately, breaking only to slip Tina’s shirt off her body and throw it to the ground.

“Whose room is this?” Bette asked against Tina’s lips.

“The Three Stooges,” Tina kissed Bette quickly. “I borrowed Dana’s key when we were outside alone.”

“I love you,” Bette’s shaky hands fumbled with the button on Tina’s pants but quickly released it and she pulled the sides down to expose as much skin as she could in Tina’s pelvic area. Her thumbs played with the soft skin as she leaned in and kissed Tina’s neck.

“About this fantasy,” Bette started to explore Tina’s confession. “Tell me.”

“Now?” Tina threw her head back breathless.

“Now.”

“No,” Tina pulled Bette’s head away from her neck. “I’ll show you.”

Tina kissed Bette hard as she pushed her back near the mini-bar in the corner of the room. She lifted Bette up so that she sat on the counter with her legs spread so Tina could stand between them. Tina remained staring into Bette’s eyes as she gave her directions in a husky voice.

“Take your shirt off.”

Bette was mesmerized by the sight before her, the sound of Tina’s voice, her growing sense of arousal that had been toyed with for hours the night before and again this morning. Bette took her shirt off and threw it on the floor quickly. Without being asked she also removed her bra throwing it in the same area her shirt landed.

Tina leaned down and took a hardened nipple in her mouth, rolling her tongue all around it before sucking on it hard. She gently bit down and tugged on Bette’s nipple as her hand massaged the other breast lightly. The difference in touch made Bette throw her head back lost in the sensations Tina was creating.

Bette knew her need was pushing the limit already and was desperate for her release.

“Babe,” Bette said breathless. “The fantasy…now.”

Tina bent down and opened the mini-bar refrigerator, breaking eye contact with Bette to look inside. She smiled as her hot fingers came in contact with a cold ice-cube tray. She pulled the tray out and cracked it loosening the ice held in the tray.

“Ice?” Bette’s eyes widened as a look of panic crossed her face.

“Ice,” Tina smiled. “Take your pants off now.”

A stunned Bette complied quickly, taking her pants and thong off quickly, standing next to Tina waiting for further direction.

“Get back on the counter,” Tina whispered in a seductive voice. “This fantasy is all about sensation, especially the sensation of cold on your hot body.”

“Oh,” Bette moaned before Tina even touched her with the cold ice.

Tina put the cold ice-cube in her mouth and leaned her head down to Bette’s breast. She circled Bette’s nipple with the cold ice causing Bette to suck in air quickly. She held her head there trying to push more of her breast into Tina’s mouth, when Tina pulled back and took the ice out of her mouth. She placed her warm mouth on Bette’s breast, changing the sensation between hot and cold quickly.

The ice began to melt in Tina’s hand. She held it up to Bette’s breast and allowed the water to drip down her body, across her ribs, and make a cool path further south dripping off Bette’s body onto the counter. Tina’s tongue followed that path, again creating the contrast between cold and hot expertly.

Bette instinctively spread her legs wider to invite Tina to touch her intimately. Tina answered Bette’s plea by holding the ice up near Bette’s thighs and allowing the cool water to drip on her glistening skin. Tina then took the small piece of ice she had left and traced patterns on the insides of Bette’s thighs, inching her way up to her center, but not allowing herself to pleasure Bette just yet.

“Please,” Bette begged breathless.

“I’ll take care of you, just trust me.”

Tina chucked that small ice cube on the floor and grabbed another one from the tray beside them. She placed this one in her mouth and spread Bette’s legs even further, grabbing a chair and placing it so Bette’s center was directly in front of her mouth when she sat down. Tina sucked on the cube ensuring her tongue was cold before she moved it to her cheek in an effort not to directly place it on Bette’s throbbing clit.

She lightly licked Bette’s clit with the tip of her tongue, smiling as Bette’s body jerked and she tangled her hands in Tina’s hair.

“Fuck,” Bette muttered breathless at the sensation of Tina’s cold tongue on her throbbing clit. Her arousal seeped out, wetting her legs and the counter beneath her. Tina was distracted by Bette’s scent, desperate to taste her, but prevailing was her ultimate fantasy of using ice to make Bette orgasm.

Tina inched forward again, now taking Bette’s clit in her mouth, and sucking hard feeling Bette’s thighs begin to clasp tight around her head. Bette began to move her hips, her eyes rolling up in her head, as she fought to prolong the inevitable. Tina placed her hands on Bette’s hips to try to stop their aggressive movements. At the same time, Bette was pulling Tina’s head further into herself, desperate for the release that was pent up since last night.

Bette’s hands shot up to her own nipples to tease them as Tina’s hands moved from around her hips to her center. As her fingers teased Bette’s skin, she noticed how cool Tina’s fingers seemed from holding ice in them moments ago. Tina smiled and changed her sucking technique so that it wasn’t as hard as she inched her fingers toward Bette’s center.

She slipped two cold fingers inside Bette causing her to jump and throw her head back moaning loudly.

“God Tina,” she cried.

Tina moved her fingers inside Bette, knowing that the coolness of them meant that she could feel every moment, even if only a millimeter, and took full advantage of it. She inched them up then slid them almost out of Bette, inching them back up again causing Bette to buck her hips and begin to set the pace to bring her to a full orgasm.

“Fuck me,” Bette pleaded.

Tina answered by sucking harder on Bette’s swollen clit and then raking her teeth over the sensitive nub. Bette, once again, threw her head back as Tina felt her insides clamping down on her fingers making it almost impossible to move them inside of Bette.

“Let it go Babe,” Tina smiled as she drew as much of Bette’s orgasm out as she could with her fingers inside.

Bette grabbed Tina’s wrist, stilling her motions, as her body shook from the explosive experience. Tina stood up, her fingers still inside Bette but allowing Bette’s breathing to recover. Bette brought her head up and opened her heavy eyes to look at the woman she loved.

“That was your fantasy?” Bette asked breathless. “You must have taken me serious.”

“About what Babe?” Tina rubbed Bette’s sweat glistened back with her fingertips causing Bette’s skin to form goose bumps quickly.

“If I knew that’s what you trying to kill me would be like, I’d have begged for it sooner,” Bette said smiling as she laid her head on Tina’s shoulder enjoying the sound of Tina’s laughter filling the room.