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    It’s just lunch…13

    “Your friends are fun,” Tina said. “They really made me feel welcome.”

    “You had Alice’s attention all afternoon,” Bette said. “She loves hearing the inside scoop about all things Hollywood.”

    “It’s not that interesting when you’re in the middle of it,” Tina said. “Sometimes I feel like I’m babysitting a bunch of pre-schoolers.”

    “No wonder you get along with Alice so well,” Bette joked. She took the napkin from her lap, folded it and placed it beside her empty plate.

    After the time spent in and around the pool, they had slipped back into the clothes they were wearing earlier in the day.

    “I thought you said you didn’t cook?” Tina said. “That was delicious.”

    “I guess there was never anyone I wanted to cook for before,” Bette replied.

    She picked up the wine and offered some to Tina.

    “I’d better not,” Tina said. “I have an early morning and I need to have a clear head.”

    “But you can still stay for a little while?” Bette asked, reaching to place her hand over Tina’s on the tabletop.

    “I’d like to,” Tina replied.

    Bette squeezed her hand lightly and then stood.

    “Let’s get these dishes inside and sit in the living room,” Bette said. “We’ll be more comfortable in there.

    They were soon seated side-by-side on the couch in Bette’s living room.

    Their fingers were intertwined as they rested their arms on the back of the couch. They faced each other, legs folded underneath them.

    “Thanks again for the flowers,” Tina said. “They’ll remind me of you all week.”

    “That was the intention,” Bette replied.

    She gave a gentle tug to Tina’s hand as she held it. If Tina wanted to, she’d respond to that subtle gesture.

    As Bette hoped, Tina leaned forward.

    “I get that you’re trying not to rush me, but you can make some first moves,” Tina said quietly.

    “I want you to be sure,” Bette explained.

    Once again, they were close enough to kiss as the conversation continued.

    “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t be here,” Tina said succinctly.

    “You give me the impression that you go after what you want,” Bette said.

    Neither one of them could believe they both had the will to keep from kissing as they talked. It had almost become a game as to who would give in first.

    “If this morning is any indication, I think there’s a bit of a spark between us,” Tina said.

    “I’m glad it’s not just me that noticed,” Bette replied.

    “I’m sorry I have such a busy week,” Tina said.

    “Not nearly as sorry as I am,” Bette replied.

    “But we have some time to ourselves right now,” Tina said

    “So we may as well take advantage of it,” Bette concluded.

    She placed her hand on the side of Tina’s face and leaned back, encouraging Tina to move over her as she reclined on the couch.

    Tina’s hand ran up the side of Bette’s leg. She kissed her gently before pulling back and looking into her eyes.

    “Stay tonight,” Bette whispered.

    “Yesterday you were reluctant to kiss me, today I get an offer to spend the night,” Tina said. “That’s progress.”

    “You didn’t answer the question,” Bette said.

    “Next weekend I’ll stay,” Tina replied quietly. “Then we won’t have any distractions.”

    “Movie wraps Friday?” Bette clarified.

    “And I’ll be free the rest of the weekend,” Tina replied.

    Two hours later, a dishevelled and beyond horny Tina was backing out of the driveway, waving her good-byes to Bette as she stood on the porch.

    They’d already agreed Saturday was too far off. A Monday lunch was mandatory.

    (tbc)


    Comments

    1. Hey JKS, I love that Bette and Tina can hardly keep their hands off each other while trying not to push the boundaries too far. Bette is especially cautious as she is wary of Tina’s true sexuality and doesn’t want to frighten her to the extent of pushing her away forever. I do think that Tina is, in part, ignoring the full ramifications of being with a woman. She is acting purely on instinct. Somehow things are just right when she is with Bette. Now I can’t wait for Monday’s lunch. Just desperate to read about how their carnal lust develops and to see if they just go with it. I do hope so soon. Much thanks from Your Loyal Fan.

    2. Is it mean of me to wish insomnia on someone? I think it would. I just love when you are posting feels like old times…and I don’t have to go back and read old ones. Can’t wait for the next post!

    3. We can see your where your story is leading and you’re right. Hope the wrapping up might be sealed with that wonderful feeling of a big satisfaction sigh and a huge grin, which you always bring to us. Thanks for sharing such a charming and different beggining with the idea of “one lunch”. Just great JKS. PPS Lucero & Marsha (JC’s Salsa Aunties from Mexico City)

    4. Is it MONDAY YET!!!???? You are dragging this out girl, and I LOVE it but hate it too! LOL. You’re the best, and thanks so much for including a note of reminder about donations and clicks on the ads in your Author Notes! Post soon Swimmie.

    5. Sorry you got a touch of insomnia, but I’ll selfishly admit that I was delighted to see another chapter. Can’t wait for their Monday lunch, or the next post. Thanks

    6. I’m with tiff_duke on this one. Often times I prefer things to be left to our imaginations. Spelling it out somehow kills the moment for me.

    7. I love the “cut to” that you have going, where one moment they’re building up to something, then “cut to”: Bette leaving thirty minutes later, this time Tina leaving two hours later. Leaves much to the imagination, and yet still giving us readers just what we wanted. Thanks, JKS.

    8. Sorry you can’t sleep, and thanks for writing thru your insomnia. I have had the same problem for yrs.Enjoyed this chapter, can hardly wait foe the next post.

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