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    The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 4, Chapter 9)

    Story written on September 9, 2007 by sissee gardner.
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    We grabbed a few bananas and grapes and decided to finish our meal in the daybed, where we spent the next twelve hours in exploratory bliss, taking short naps between making passionate, erotic love with feelings that made us feel so close to each other that it was hard to know where she ended and I began.

    The Adventures Of Bette Porter And Sissee Gardner After Yale (Part 4, Chapter 9)

    PART FOUR: NEWPORT BEACH, CALIFORNIA

    Chapter 9

    The house was cozy as the rain came down in torrents outside, enhanced by distant rolls of thunder and lightning flashes.

    Bette and I ate fruit and played Scrabble at the kitchen table for a while and it was no surprise that she beat me twice. It seemed that she just topped me in everything we did together but that was okay. If it had been any other woman I may have felt intimidated but because it was Bette Porter, her triumphs only enhanced my pride, awe, love and respect for her.

    I suggested we watch a video but she would not sit on the sofa because it was where she had seen Howie with his feet propped up on the coffee table. I suggested covering it with a sheet and she was okay with that. She would not even touch the throw pillows and told me to toss them behind the sofa. Then she got the daybed pillows to use, instead and called them “ours”.

    She also had me push the coffee table to the front wall and cover it was a another sheet shroud.

    Bette picked out the movie, “Flashdance”, which we watched with us laying on the sofa, me in the front and her in the back. She had her arm around me while I covered her hand with mine.

    The movie was good and I must say that Jennifer Beals reminded me a lot of my Bette but we were so relaxed and contented that we fell asleep before it was over.

    We woke up hours later, to a blue television screen and decided that we were extremely hungry. We knew the cupboard was bare but neither one of us wanted to go out in the rain for dinner,. I suggested peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and Bette was all for it. We decided to shower first and get back into our comfortable robes.

    I had promised myself to save that really good bottle of Pinot Noir that we had bought up in Anderson Valley to share with Bette for dinner someday. That day had arrived.

    While I made the sandwiches, she set the table, opened and poured the wine and lit a dozen candles, placing them around the room. Then she selected Kenny G’s Gravity album, new out that year, to play on my cassette deck in the living room and turned it on low.

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