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    A Final Dream – Chapter 22

    [b]Tina Kennard[/b]

     

    I wake up in Bette’s arms and snuggle up closer to her. I inhale her scent and sigh happily. I have longed for this for so long, it almost seems surreal that it’s finally happening. But I know very well it is happening when I feel her arms around me, when I feel her lips on mine.

     

    I know her love for me is real when she sings a song to me she wrote, when she kisses me, when she moans because I touch her in a sensitive place, when she screams out my name. Bette Porter and Tina Kennard is very much reality.

     

    She presses me tighter to her body and lies her head in the nap of my neck.

     

    “You awake?” I ask. I thought she was asleep.

     

    “No,” she answers, her voice sounds muffled. I look at the alarm clock next to my bed – it’s 9 AM.

     

    “Well, you better wake up now. These three days alone are gonna be over before you know and I want us to take advantage of it,” I wiggle my eyebrows.

     

    She smirks. “Tee, you know I love you and your sex, but I’m really really tired. You did wear me out last night. Not that I’m complaining.”

     

    I think about last night and the fabulous sex we shared. We did it on the kitchen table, in the couch, in the bad, in the shower, on a lounge chair in the garden and on my desk. We didn’t make it to the bed.

     

    “It was kinda amazing,” I admit. “I wish my parents would make those trips more.”

     

    “Well, my dad is away on business trips a lot.”

     

    “Yeah, but Kit’s always there. What happened to her? She used to go out all the time.”

     

    “She met this guy, Antony, and well, she really liked him. She thought she’d found it, you know, kinda like we have. He ditched her for her best friend, Nadia.”

     

    “Oh, I’m so sorry for her.”

     

    “She hates Nadia now. And well, Nadia’s kinda the head of their little gang. All her friend think she has to get over it because that’s life. Not very sensible people, met them a few times. Never understood why Kit wanted to hang out with them so much. They were already giving her a hard time because I’m gay, and this was kinda the last drop.”

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