LesFan

Lesbian Fan Social Network

    Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of R. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, November 14, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    First (Kiss) – Chapter 1

    Story written on April 26, 2008 by rey201.
     Login to add story to favorites
     Login to add author to favorites
    78 votes, average: 3.78 out of 578 votes, average: 3.78 out of 578 votes, average: 3.78 out of 578 votes, average: 3.78 out of 578 votes, average: 3.78 out of 5 (78 votes, average: 3.78 out of 5)
    You need to be a registered member to rate this post.     Loading ... Loading ...
    Genre(s):
    Rating:
    fanfiction(s):
    Character(s): ,
    Number of Comments: 27
    Words: 794
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=69362
    Author Notes:

    Bette finds herself unable to relax after the artists dinner.

    Almost 11 on a Sunday morning in LA, and the famous California sunshine was streaming down. Cafés were open to the brunch crowd, sidewalks filled with the lazy stroll of window shoppers and tourists. Most people in the city were well on their way to enjoying a leisurely spring day.

    But Bette Porter was not most people.

    The Bette Porter gallery had opened just a few months ago, but already it was known as the hottest new commodity on the contemporary art scene, and Bette was the fire behind the heat. Last night’s dinner at the gallery had brought both Bette and the gallery to new heights. Several pieces had been sold that Saturday, two at record prices. The artist, Catherine Opie, was of course thrilled to hear that. At the party, Bette introduced Catherine to a young professor who was publishing brilliant work on some of the same themes of gender and difference as Catherine explored in her portraits. The two of them had hit it off immediately, and began talking last night about doing a book project together. Bette got a rush knowing that she was making the connections that would drive the worlds of art and ideas forward.

    Her clients were energized too, catching the hot spark of success. Eric had certainly been in high spirits, charming everyone with his boyish grin, showing off his girlfriend Tina.

    Tina.

    Bette’s memories of Tina were a point of stillness in a night that otherwise jumped. Where everyone else moved and shook, Tina stood. Gazed. Bette remembered a sweet, slow drawl to her speech.

    All in all, it had been a very stimulating night for Bette.

    Which was why, against her better judgment, Bette had let Alice talk her into checking out a club after the dinner was over. Keyed up and humming, Bette had hoped she could meet a girl, take her home, tire herself out.

    Rather than dissipate, her energy grew. Several women tried to speak to her at the club, but Bette found she couldn’t focus on any of them and went home alone, frustrated, overtired. She didn’t sleep for a long time, and woke late in the morning, already irritated.

    Now, stuck in a crush of Sunday drivers, she cursed the traffic and hoped the cleaning staff she’d hired lived up to their reputation. She had a private showing for potential clients scheduled for 1 pm and everything had to be perfect.

    Finally, the traffic cleared, and Bette shoved the gas pedal to the floor.

    A few minutes later, Bette hurried into the gallery. Without putting her bag down, she marched through the space, scrutinizing every detail. But it was pristine. The tables were cleared and put away, not a crumb remained anywhere. The scuffs made by shoes on the lower walls by the entry were cleaned away, the hangers on the coat rack all evenly spaced, facing the same direction. No trace of the night before.

    Bette was almost disappointed to find the energy of the previous night so quickly cleared out of the gallery space. She was glad things were in order for the showing that afternoon, but a roaring fight with the cleaning company might have worked off some of this energy that refused to abate.

    Bette walked back toward her desk, passing the photo Tina had been so fascinated by last night. Bette’s steps slowed, and then stopped in the spot where they had stood together.

    Alone, Bette finally indulged herself, and let her mind linger on the remembered glow of Tina’s shoulders. Silky strands of Tina’s honey blonde hair brushing her fingers as she plucked that earring from its precarious perch. Tina’s soft laugh teasing at the edges of her thoughts.

    But just for a moment. And then Bette walked quickly on, working hard to put Tina from her mind. The fact that she was straight girl wasn’t much of a problem. The fact that she was the girlfriend of a client was.

    Approaching her desk, Bette felt her tension finally calm as she returned to regular work mode. She ran down her mental list of tasks she hoped to accomplish before her clients arrived at 1pm.

    “Review invoices. Reschedule with Alex. Renew listings in the weekly…”

    There was an envelope and note propped against her keyboard.

    Miss Porter. We found this while cleaning.

    She picked up the envelope and shook its contents into the palm of her hand.

    Bette stared at the earring, her body still, her mind wild with wonder. Her heartbeat sped and the nervous churn in her stomach returned with a vengeance.

    “Oh. Shit.”

    «
    FF Main Page
    »

    Comments

    3. That sweet little earring will be a ploy for women to use forever more. Sure worked for them and the remembrance for them is one lovely thing they will never forget. PPS

    11. Amazing start. Always pictured how it would be to Bette – such a player – to be falling for a straight girl (because to fall for someone wouldn’t be enough). How she would react and how she would be tortured until she’d have Tina. For sure my imagination is not that good, and you did it very well in your version and (of course) in your writing. Keep it going, you’re very good at what you do.

    Leave a Reply