Chapter 27

Angelica relished floating on a raft in the middle of the pool, a slight breeze cooling her skin, as she closed her eyes and smiled. The first set of water droplets that landed on her skin were cool, but refreshing. As the next round of water came her way, Angelica smiled at the giggle that quickly followed.

“You think that’s funny don’t you?” Angelica opened one eye looking at Sarah floating next to her in a children’s floatation device.

Angelica slipped off her float and into the water swimming up to an absolutely giddy Sarah, who kicked her legs under the water while holding onto the neck of her float, which was a giraffe. She spun around in circles as her legs kicked hard under the surface.

Angelica submerged her head under water and swam toward Sarah as if she were a shark circling its prey.

“Duh duh,” Angelica began to hum the Jaws theme as she had numerous times before. “Duh duh, duh duh…”

Sarah squealed in delight as Tina walked out onto the patio to witness the interaction in the pool.

“Ta-da!” Angelica pushed off the pool floor to jump in the air pretending to attack Sarah. “You’re in trouble now!”

Angelica pulled the float all around the pool quickly as Tina walked closer struggling to put her diamond earring in her ear.

“Wow,” Angelica looked up at Tina and smiled. “You look nice Mom.”

Tina had on the ever popular black cocktail dress, complete with a diamond pendant that Bette had bought her years ago to match the earrings she was currently struggling with. Tina had slipped on her new 4-inch heels that set the dress off perfectly, needing a certain look for the opening of what was being dubbed ‘the exhibit of the century’ which added a touch of pressure to her wardrobe choices.

“Are you sure it looks ok?” Tina asked Angelica.

“You look great,” Angelica smiled. “I can’t believe I’m not going to this one.”

“I told you we could have gotten a sitter for Sarah.”

“No,” Angelica smiled at the child in front of her laughing hysterically. “I know it’s taken me a little bit to warm up to her, but she really is a cute baby.”

“A little bit?” Tina arched her eyebrow in question.

“A few weeks.”

“Weeks?” Tina’s eyes widened and both her eyebrows raised in shock.

“A month?” Angelica said desperate to minimize the time she spent fighting Sarah’s pending future with them.

“Angelica,” Tina scolded her. “At least be honest.”

“Fine, a few months,” Angelica conceded. “I think what matters is the here and now though.”

“You just sounded so much like your Mama B it’s frightening,” Tina waved at Sarah as Angelica pushed her float near the shallow end of the pool where Tina was standing. “You have my cell phone number if you need it.”

“Mom, I took all the babysitting classes they offer, we’ll be fine.”

“Is Cathy coming over tonight?”

“No,” Angelica smiled at Sarah as she splashed her in the face. “I wanted to just spend some time with Sarah alone.”

“You should reserve that time for when she gets up at the crack of dawn tomorrow,” Tina chuckled. “Dinner is in the refrigerator and remember…”

“You’re a phone call away,” Angelica mocked Tina and then hid her smile at the shocked look that crossed Tina’s face.

“We’ll be home after the show.”

Tina walked out and made her way next door to Shane’s house, having decided earlier in the week that they would go together. That way, Shane could drive Tina, allowing Bette and Tina to drive home together after the show. She knocked on the door and entered as if it were her own house. She cringed realizing what she did, but was met by a smiling Shane dressed in her own special way for the show.

“I feel more and more like Alice when I just walk right in.”

“We do it to you all the time,” Shane kissed Tina on the cheek and stepped back to survey Tina’s wardrobe selection. “My God I hope you don’t have a wardrobe malfunction.”

“Is it too much?” Tina looked down at her protruding cleavage and back up at Shane uncertain of her choice.

“I’m sure Bette won’t be able to focus on the show,” Shane smiled. “If that’s the look you’re going for then I’d say you’ve achieved it in spades.”

Tina’s blush crept up from her chest, to her cheeks, to her ears causing Shane to smile.

“Just don’t bend over,” Shane eyed Tina’s cleavage and smiled. “Bette would kill someone if she saw them looking right below that pendant of yours.”

“Shall we?” Tina motioned her hand toward the door. “I can’t wait to see that beautiful wife of mine.”

Shane held the door open as Tina walked out and down the steps to the driveway where Shane’s car was waiting.

“Angelica’s not going?” Shane opened the door for Tina waiting for her to settle into the passenger’s seat before closing the door and making her way to the driver’s seat.

“No and that reminds me,” Tina checked her lipstick in the vanity mirror one last time before she was to see Bette. “If you can just check on her, but not let her know you’re checking on her, that would be great. I’m sure that Bette and I will be out really late tonight since she’ll have to wrap everything up regarding the show.”

“How are things going on that front?”

“Angelica?” Tina flipped the visor back up and smiled at Shane. “I trust her again and she’s been great about the changes our family is going to take on when…”

Shane and Tina sat silent for a moment before Tina continued to talk.

“I hate feeling like I’m waiting for Megan to die. This show has been so emotional for her, I’m not sure how she does it.”

“She’s committed to the message,” Shane said as she turned around the corner and was immediately greeted with a traffic jam. “Is this all for the show?”

“I’d imagine,” Tina looked out the window at the cars lined up to enter the parking lot of the gallery. “The lot is full and so is the overflow lot.”

“Where am I supposed to park?”

“Just get in the lot,” Tina sighed as she thought about the parking options. “You can block Bette’s car in since you’ll leave before we do.”

“Good idea, I would hate to have to force you into walking blocks in those heels.”

Tina felt herself blush once more.

“They certainly set the tone for your night,” Shane smiled as she teased Tina.

“They’re a pair of shoes,” Tina rolled her eyes.

“Those are what most label ‘come fuck me heels’ and they send a certain,” Shane paused for effect. “Message that I’m sure Bette will hear loud and clear.”

The crowds of people were lined up waiting to enter the gallery. Reporters flashed cameras in every direction, the excitement in the air palpable. Tina walked along the outside of the velvet ropes that were put in place to control the direction of the line.

“Excuse me,” a security officer called out. “You can’t walk on the outside of the barrier.”

“I’m Tina Kennard-Porter,” Tina smiled at the unknowing young man. “My wife is Bette the gallery owner.”

“Oh,” the young man blushed. “I’m sorry I didn’t know….”

“It’s ok,” Tina smiled hearing her name being called out.

“Tina!” Reporters were shouting to get her attention. “Can we get a picture and a statement about your wife’s work? Can we get a comment and you posing under the gallery sign?”

Tina’s head screamed as requests to take her picture were coming from every direction. Reporters were crawling over one another to try to get a statement from the gallery owner’s wife, having not been able to get inside themselves due to the line that had formed. Shane held onto her arm tight as camera flashes began to blind them. Tina plastered on her model smile she used often at movie openings, and seemed relatively in her element surprising Shane.

“This show makes a powerful statement against the current Administration and their archaic views,” Tina turned and faced another group of reporters snapping her picture and shoving microphones in her face. “I couldn’t be prouder of the work Bette has done and under such an amazing art icon as Megan Freedman. Both women are talented beyond words and their dedication to this show, and the message it sends, is unwavering.”

Shane smiled as she led Tina inside after most reporters were stunned by such an eloquent speech.

“That was impressive,” Shane smiled as she waved to Alice, Dana, Helena and Kit who were all standing near the back of the first gallery room. “I’m not sure who will steal the show between you and Bette.”

“My wife has those honors,” Tina leaned over and kissed Kit on the cheek, hugged Helena, and winked at Alice and Dana who weren’t within her reach. “How long have you been here?”

“Hours,” Dana shifted her weight on her feet to alleviate the pain her heels were inflicting on her toes. “But we can’t get out even if we tried with the crowd of people. There’s no use fighting it.”

“Bette!”

Tina turned her head to catch her stunning wife entering the main gallery where the show was perfectly laid out to begin the journey of taking choices. Cameras were flashing at an alarming rate, microphones being shoved in her face to catch any statement she might make, and Bette handled it with grace and ease making Tina beam with pride.

Following close behind was a very tired Megan. She was sitting in a wheelchair, which she was doing more often, given her current state of weakness. She had worked months on the show, not taking a single day off, and each day putting in an insane amount of hours until she made her way to Bette and Tina’s house to bathe Sarah and rock her to sleep. After Sarah would fall asleep, both Bette and Megan would go back to the gallery and work well into the night.

Bette and Tina welcomed both Megan and Sarah into their home as a means to assist in taking care of Sarah while Megan finalized the show. This past week had been unbearable, having barely seen Bette, and Tina could feel butterflies in her stomach at the sight of her wife.

“Oh dear God,” Alice rolled her eyes with a smile. “Are you in heat?”

“You’re jealous Al.”

“I am,” Alice added with a chuckle. “But rest assured Kristen promised she’d be home to catch the opening tonight and her plane should land in 13 minutes.”

“Then you’ll be in heat as well.”

“I can’t wait,” Alice toasted Tina with a smile. “Aren’t you going to go up to her?”

“Nope, I’m going to let her bask in the glory of her work and drool from afar.”

“It’s an excuse to watch her,” Alice said.

“It’s my favorite hobby,” Tina smiled as her eyes took in Bette’s chosen outfit for the night. “I love to watch her when she doesn’t know I am, it’s when you see the truest glimpse of her if you know what to look for.”

Bette held her champagne glass to her lips taking a small sip as cameras captured her every move. Her hair was curly, not a strand out of place. Her suit was immediately recognizable as one that Tina had purchased for her a year ago as part of her birthday present. Tina remembered quickly making her mind up once she saw Bette admiring it in a store window. Bette had peeked inside the window seeing the price tag proudly display $1400.

“Are they insane?” Bette scoffed secretly wanting to purchase the suit. “Asking that amount of money for a simple black suit is unheard of.”

The moment Tina saw it on her, she knew she had made the right decision. Bette saved it for special occasions, and although her occasions to wear it were few and far between, it still clung to every seductive curve Bette had. She had on the perfect jewelry to accent the low cut suit coat that she never wore anything under. To wear a dress shirt under it would have distracted from the stunning look of the suit.

Bette was still significantly taller than Tina as she too wore 4-inch heels so Tina hadn’t gained any height advantage. The room quieted down once Bette cleared her throat to give her statement.

“Choices has been an amazing journey for me, both personally and professionally. I can’t thank my mentor, Megan Freedman, enough for her confidence in me to assist her in her work. With that being said, the Gallerist in me will step aside for the true artist to showcase her work.”

The crowd that hung on Bette’s every word focused their attention on Megan while they clapped for the simple welcome speech that Bette offered in her true, passionate form. Tina’s eyes locked with Bette’s as she raised her champagne glass and sipped from it arching her brow seductively to Tina.

“I only have a few things to say,” Megan sat up as straight as she could in her wheelchair. “I want to formally dedicate this show to the memory of my late wife. She was an amazing person and died while trying to cross a line of pro-life protestors to get medical attention for our child and herself. I had a choice to make, and upon her insistence, chose the life of my daughter. This show is dedicated to her as well. Finally, I want to pause a moment and remember my mother and what an incredible woman she was. She passed on recently, but never could have been prouder at all that was accomplished as a statement tonight. Please enjoy yourself tonight and I’ll be happy to answer any questions anyone might have.”

The room broke into a frenzy to approach the unveiled pieces for the public eye. Cameras clicked away capturing the essence of each piece as much as possible, but in person it truly was breathtaking.

Bette was standing near a very sensual piece sipping her champagne and granting interviews when Tina moved closer to her, still maintaining distance to be able to watch her carefully as reporters hung on her every move.

“Bette, this piece is very sensual. What was the inspiration and which one of you worked on it?”

“I did,” Bette smiled proudly at her creation, which, up close, took Tina’s breath away. “The inspiration is my wife when she was carrying our daughter. It’s an image that is completely engrained in my mind.”

Tina blinked back tears as she looked up at the sensual sculpture before her. The woman was standing naked, holding her stomach, obviously with child. Tina absentmindedly caressed her stomach in memory. Bette saw the motion out of the corner of her eye and smiled in Tina’s direction, desperate to have Tina near her side, she motioned to her and introduced her to the various reporters.

“How do you feel about this show, in particular this piece Ms. Kennard-Porter?”

“I’m stunned and amazed,” Tina put her arm around Bette’s waist. “But I wouldn’t expect anything less from Bette, she takes my breath away daily.”

Bette intertwined her fingers with Tina’s as they walked hand and hand around the gallery while Bette gave her an insider’s look at each piece they walked by.

“You’re amazing,” Tina whispered in her ear as Bette’s fingers gently touched the piece in front of them. “It’s breathtaking.”

Bette was swarmed once more by reporters and Tina fell off to the side allowing her to work the crowd as she always expertly did. She was happy when Kristen sauntered next to her and handed her a fresh glass of champagne.

“She always could work a room.”

“It’s an art,” Tina smiled in agreement.

“You’re like a well oiled machine, knowing when to stand near her and when to blend into the background.”

“I’ve had years of practice.”

“I was always a dork about it,” Kristen laughed at her memories. “I never got it right.”

“You got a lot right,” Tina offered kindly. “She loved you very much.”

“Well I just came to say hello before we all fight the crowds to head home. Do you need anything before we leave?”

“No,” Tina smiled as she kissed Kristen on the cheek. “I’m all set. I’m just going to stand back and enjoy the view.”

Kristen smiled as she followed Tina’s gaze, which was solely focused on Bette, as she granted a few more interviews and passionately presented the pieces in the show.

The night was a whirlwind of activity that Tina managed to simply avoid as she walked around the gallery studying each piece by herself. The sculpture that was a representation of her captured her attention as she ran her fingertips over the calf of the sculpture.

Tina finished her glass of champagne and turned around to order another when she saw that a good portion of the crowd had cleared out, but Bette was no where to be found. Tina had been standing in front of her favorite piece for over an hour, riveted to the spot simply because of the beauty Bette’s piece held.

“I loved it too,” Megan said as she wheeled next to Tina. “She did an amazing job.”

“You both did,” Tina smiled at her friend. “I never knew she could do this.”

“She’ll always surprise you, that’s what I’ve found. You should ask her to teach you, she’s an expert now!”

“You heading out?” Tina asked seeing Megan’s tired eyes struggle to stay open.

“I have a driver ready and waiting,” Megan smiled at Tina. “I’ll see you at home when you get there I suppose.”

“Good night,” Tina leaned down and hugged Megan tight before stepping away and allowing her to exit the gallery.

Tina looked around the gallery and saw the last few people filing out praising Bette for a job well done. She gracefully accepted their compliments and ushered them outside locking the door behind them. Bette immediately turned the majority of lights off, leaving on only those in the studio and offices.

Tina smiled as she remained focused on the statue of her, but hearing Bette’s heels slowly approach her from behind. She instinctually allowed her head to fall to the side, exposing her neck for Bette’s mouth, as she felt Bette’s hands rest on her hips casually.

“This is amazing,” Tina said quietly. “I never knew you were so talented at this.”

“Me either,” Bette chuckled placing another kiss on Tina’s neck. “Good news is that the gallery is more than saved financially. We did better than my projections.”

“I’m happy for you Babe,” Tina leaned back into the comfort of Bette’s arms. “Is this really how you saw me when I was pregnant?”

“Exactly.”

“It’s so sensual,” Tina felt herself beginning to blush. “I can’t believe anyone would find me that attractive given how large I was near the end.”

“Believe it,” Bette emphasized her point with another kiss before resting her chin on Tina’s shoulder. “I’ll remember how you looked always and how sensual you were pregnant.”

“Teach me,” Tina turned in Bette’s arms to face her.

“Pardon me?”

“Show me how you made this,” Tina’s eyes were smoldering as she looked into Bette’s seductive ones. “I want to watch you make something.”

“Not a good idea given our attire.”

“Take your coat off,” Tina whispered in a husky tone near Bette’s ear as her nose nuzzled into Bette’s hair. “I want to watch.”

Bette’s knees grew weak at the sound of Tina’s voice, but if that hadn’t been enough, her hands running the length of Bette’s arms and caressing the soft material of her suit certainly would have escalated Bette’s heartbeat.

“I can arrange for a private lesson,” Bette leaned back and playfully nipped at Tina’s lips before Tina snaked her hand to the back of Bette’s neck and held her still for a crushing kiss.

Bette moaned as Tina’s tongue insisted on entrance into her mouth and she willingly obliged. Bette felt Tina’s fingers make their way between them and begin to fumble with the buttons of her suit coat.

“You can’t be serious?” Bette broke the kiss to take in a much-needed breath.

“Don’t I look serious to you?”

Bette looked into Tina’s glassy eyes, her lips slightly parted, her breathing rapid causing her chest to rise and fall more dramatically than before.

“Take your coat off,” Tina stepped away from Bette slowly as she made her way to the back studio where Bette and Megan had worked. The sound of her heels on the floor was mesmerizing to Bette as she watched the sway of Tina’s hips when she walked away.

Bette looked down at her suit coat that gaped open and smiled at the boldness her wife was showing sexually. She began her short walk to cross the distance from where she was to where Tina was waiting for her. She shed her coat along the way, dropping it to the floor and abandoning it without a care.

Stepping into the space, Bette approached a small stand covered in plastic. Removing the fasteners that held the plastic tightly around the clay, Bette swept the plastic and wet cloth beneath it over the piece, allowing them to fall to the floor behind it.

“What’s this?” Tina asked, her eyes slipping over the mound of clay Bette had just revealed.

“Frustration,” Bette replied simply as she turned to retrieve two stools sitting along the wall.

“Frustration?” Tina’s tone held a twinge of teasing and her eyes gleamed as she watched Bette hurriedly arrange the stools in front of the stand.

“The last few months…,” Bette began, stepping behind Tina and leaning in to whisper in her ear between nips to her neck. “… have been pretty intense and…” Bette’s tongue traced a line from Tina’s ear to the base of her neck. “…so this became my outlet.”

“Uh-huh,” Tina replied, stretching into a moan as Bette continued kissing along her shoulder.

“Megan said that sometimes nothing is a better cure for frustration than smacking the shit out of a piece of clay.”

“Ahhhh.” Tina turned quickly in Bette’s arms, pulling her in for another breathtaking kiss. “I can think of a better cure.”

Tina reached down, pulling the stools closer and arranging them so that one was directly behind the other.

“Sit,” Tina pointed to the back stool as she swung her leg over her own stool slowly. She had hiked up her dress so it was barely covering her thong, accenting her creamy thighs against the dark colored material. She never broke eye contact with Bette when she placed her heel back on the floor, straddling the stool momentarily, then sitting down waiting for Bette to join her.

Bette slowly walked up to the stool behind Tina and sat down, licking her lips in anticipation of being in close proximity to her wife. It had been months since they had spent any quality time together and Bette’s senses were on high alert.

“What do you want to make?” Bette asked as she rested her chin on Tina’s shoulder smelling the fruity scent of Tina’s shampoo.

“Anything,” Tina said in a seductive voice as she laid her hands against the clay. “It’s cooler than I thought it would be.”

Bette closed her eyes trying to concentrate on Tina’s creation, but having a difficult time focusing on the task at hand as she felt her wetness growing between her legs.

“Cooler and harder. I thought it would be soft,” Tina smiled.

“Wet your hands,” Bette motioned to a small bowl sharing the platform with the clay. “It helps them glide over the surface easier.”

“So I need wet hands?” Tina teased, feeling Bette’s breasts pressed up harder against her back.

“Not too wet. It’s a lot like giving a massage,” Bette said trying to control her breathing. “You knead it and work it with your hands and fingers.”

Bette moved her hands from her own thighs to Tina’s forearms, careful not to direct them as she wanted Tina to create what her vision was on her own, to feel the empowerment of being in control of the clay.

She kissed the back of Tina’s neck, struggling with her raging desire to be close to her wife. She leaned forward more, watching Tina’s hands, but then averting her gaze to Tina’s spread legs.

“I love this,” Tina whispered as she leaned back and looked into Bette’s eyes. She licked her lips unconsciously before tilting her head slightly and leaning more toward Bette’s face. Their lips were inches from one another, each could feel the breath of the other one on her face, and Tina batted her eyes seductively bringing Bette’s face once again in focus. “How wet is too wet?”

Bette couldn’t contain the moan that escaped her lips as she leaned forward, running the tip of her tongue along Tina’s upper lip. Tina allowed her tongue to escape her mouth, touching it to Bette’s quickly as she closed her eyes and enjoyed the intimate moment with her wife.

Tina’s hands squeezed the clay harder, making it slip between her strong fingers as Bette raked her nails against Tina’s forearms and back down again. Tina pulled back to take a desperate breath as she licked her own lips, her eyes traveling from Bette’s expressive eyes to her sensual lips, which were proudly displaying a seductive smile.

“God,” Bette groaned at the sight of her wife staring deep into her eyes.

Tina moved her hips on the stool, feeling the wetness beginning to pool between her legs. Her shoes were firmly planted on the ground and she began to turn her stool around to face Bette for another kiss when Bette’s strong thighs stopped her movement.

“Stay just like that.”

The sound of Bette whispering close to her ear sent shivers down Tina’s body. She felt Bette’s hands move from her forearms up to her shoulders so Bette could massage them releasing tension in Tina’s muscles.

“You knead the clay just like this,” Bette said in a husky tone. “Move your fingers boldly like this…”

Bette demonstrated her technique on Tina’s skin and shoulder muscles. Tina complied and mimicked Bette’s motions on her clay beginning to take form.

“Wet your hands,” Bette said.

Tina simply did what she was told, unable to speak as Bette’s fingers tickled her shoulder blade before Bette’s tongue traced the same pattern down her body, stopping at the beginning of the body of the dress.

Tina gasped as she felt Bette’s hand hold onto the material of her dress while the other slowly lowered the zipper. Tina’s hands were now clenched, squeezing the clay through her fingers, unable to keep her eyes open as she felt her arousal seep from her swollen lips and drench her thong. Her hips began to grind into the stool, desperate for any contact on her now swollen clit, but not receiving any relief.

Bette slowly slid the top of Tina’s dress down so it pooled at her waist. Tina was rendered helpless as she was unable to touch Bette with her clay-covered hands nor was Bette allowing her to turn her stool around.

“God,” Tina begged as she tried to press into the stool once more. “Please…”

Bette’s answer was to simply place her lips on Tina’s back and kiss her way down, varying between playful nips, gentle caresses, and touching the tip of her tongue to Tina’s skin, licking her before she blew cold air on the wet skin.

Bette reached around Tina’s body as she sucked on the skin of her shoulder and covered Tina’s breasts with her hands. Bette smiled as Tina’s hard nipples pressed into her palms, making it evident that her wife was definitely aroused.

“You feel so good Babe,” Bette murmured against her skin.

Bette rolled Tina’s nipples between her fingers as Tina bit down on her bottom lip and threw her head back against Bette’s shoulder. Bette tweaked her nipples harder, pulling at them, bordering on the line between pleasure and pain where she knew Tina was most aroused.

Bette heard Tina’s heels on the floor as she spread her legs further apart.

“I need…” Tina pressed back into Bette, trying to gain control. “God…”

“You need what Babe?”

“You,” Tina struggled with her words. “Inside… I need you to fuck me.”

Bette slid her hands, using just the pads of her fingertips, across Tina’s breasts to the sides of them and then down over her rib cage. Tina felt her body shake, her thighs quivering with every moment that passed, her need to be touched building at an alarming rate. Bette’s fingers played at Tina’s hipbones, before she scooted the dress down further to expose the waistband of Tina’s thong. She sucked in a breath as Tina’s scent hit her, causing Bette to roll her eyes back and close them, momentarily resting her cheek against Tina’s shoulder.

“Do you like sculpting?” Bette asked seductively as Tina grunted her affirmative response.

On instinct, Tina spread her legs as far apart as she could, given the restraint of her dress. Bette saw this and encouraged Tina to lift up as she pushed the dress down past her thighs from behind, allowing it to finally fall to the floor where Tina lifted one leg out of it and used the other to kick it across the room. She now spread her legs wide open, as she waited for Bette’s touch where she most desired it.

Bette ran her fingers on the inside of Tina’s thighs massaging the muscles there as she had on Tina’s shoulders. Tina clenched her hands, forcing clay between her fingers.

“Please,” Tina threw her head back once more, panting, as Bette ran her tongue over the skin on her back tasting her perspiration that glistened there. Tina felt a drop of sweat trickle from her forehead, down to her nose, and form a drop that fell before her now opened eyes. When she licked her lips, Tina also tasted her sweat and moaned desperate for release.

“Lift up,” Bette demanded as Tina mindlessly complied. She slid Tina’s thong down and pushed it to the point where Tina could offer the same fate to it as she had her dress. Bette watched as the flimsy material flew in the direction of Tina’s dress, smiling at the scent that now could completely assault her senses.

“Now,” Tina demanded in a voice indicating she no longer wanted to be teased.

Bette slid her hands down Tina’s thighs aggressively and then back up again, using her thumbs to part Tina’s folds. At first contact, Tina gasped, lifting her hips forward in a jerky motion.

“God yes,” she groaned.

Bette met Tina’s hips by slipping a finger inside her wife and was greeted with a hungry growl of satisfaction.

“Deeper!” Tina demanded as Bette reached around further, taking one hand away and wrapping it around Tina while the other hand maneuvered to push further inside of Tina.

Bette added another finger as Tina’s muscles fully accommodated the addition. Bette reached down with her other hand and massaged Tina’s throbbing clit, quickly sending her over the edge.

Tina threw her head back, the vein in her neck protruding, her mouth gaping open, but unable to make a sound other than a groan from deep within. Her eyebrows were twisted in ecstasy as Bette massaged her inside and out.

“Bette!” Tina screamed as her body shook from one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced.

Bette stopped her fingers from teasing Tina’s clit as she wrapped her arm around Tina as the aftershocks took over and she shivered from her reaction. Bette left her fingers inside Tina, feeling each one of the aftershocks as they rocked Tina’s body.

Once she settled and her breathing returned to normal, Bette broke the silence and removed her fingers.

“I love you,” Bette kissed Tina’s cheek as her head was resting on Bette’s shoulder with her eyes closed.

“I love you,” Tina smiled and instantly broke out into a sexy chuckle. “I now love art as well, as long as it’s sculpting.”

“Well, we could always try other forms of art. You know, see what moves you,” Bette grinned.

“Tempt me,” Tina replied, swiveling her stool to face Bette. “Got paint?”

Bette’s eyes widened. “You’re kidding!”

“Yes Babe, I’m kidding,” Tina replied, snuggling in against Bette as she wrapped her arms around her. “For now.”