Chapter Six
“Ugvvvvvh… I’m fucking mad right now. Where’s Porter?” Alice the blonde haired gossip goddess approached Shane after the final course of the day. “Fucking Fred bailed on me. Now I need a ride home.”
“When the hell are you gonna make your decision between a pussy and a dick, Alice?” Dana overheard her as she walked pass to the tennis court.
“Why don’t you call up William to give you a lift?” It was a logical suggestion from “Yoda”.
The blonde girl sighed, unpleased. “Thanks to Grandma Porter, William’s out running some errand.”
“But Bette’s gone to the Planet. You just missed her.” Shane shrugged.
“Without me?”
“You were gonna have a date with Fred remember? Not Bette’s fault.”
Alice tucked her tongue out and made a face. But soon after that she pursed her lips again in depression. “I still don’t get a ride.”
“Why don’t you ask tennis girl do you a favor?”
“Good thought, Shane.” Immediately, Alice came back alive and ran after the retreating young athlete. “Hey Dana! Wait up!”
“But Alice I truly think you should learn to drive sometime!” Shane yelled to the bouncing girl.
Alice scolded. “Uh-uh, not in a million years!”
 
Meanwhile, outside the school gate, Bette waited patiently, sitting on her motor astride. A glint of blonde hair appeared on the not-yet packed path and captured her eyes. So she twisted the throttle. The large metal beast growled and roared as if it was showing off its marvelous, powerful engine, getting some passer-bys’ attention. “Hey, T!”
“Bette? Wha—”
“C’mere, I’m taking you to the Planet. Tonight’s the ladies’ night.” ‘Far, far away from my grandmother’s territory.’ She twisted the handle a couple more times.
Tina crooked one brow in surprise. The Planet, notoriously famous West Hollywood café-slash-night club, was having a ladies night? Imagine what that could be like. “Uh… Bette? It’s school night. We can’t go to a night club.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll have you returned to your dad before your curfew.”
“I do not have a curfew!” Tina pouted. A curfew? Please! Even the poor kid knew it was something lame.
“Alright, all worked out.” Bette jumped off her beloved Dark Night Cavalier V-twin engine Harley-Davidson Softail—very different from the red CVO Ultra Classic Electra Glide she rode to school on the first day, but even cooler and more stylish—and with an extra helmet in her hand, she stood, overpoweringly, in front of the blonde, but her movements were gentle. She tenderly put the heavy thing on the shorter girl and secured the adjustable band. “Here we go.”
To that point, there was no way the blonde could back away from the alluring temptation to go with the brunette. She smelt the enchanting scent and she felt the radiating body temperature, her mind spinning already. But she got one more question. “How are we gonna go in that place?”
“We walk in, silly, but after I get my baby a cozy parking spot.” Bette said with a wink.
“That’s not what I’m asking.” Tina rolled her eyes.
“Ok, ok.” Bette smiled and strode on her bike. “The club is my friend’s. Marina. You’re gonna love her.”
“And you’re sure that we’re not gonna get into trouble?” The blonde was almost convinced.
“No, no. I won’t let anything happen to you, princesses. Now hop on!” Bette patted the back of her leather seat, motioning the blonde girl to get on.
Hearing the mild ridicule, Tina felt her face burning up. She gingerly sat herself on the giant machine and grabbed the back handle behind the seat, her waist tensed, preparing for an inevitable sluggishness that the first movement may cause.
The Marymount girls were starting to rush out from the building and crowding into the path, many of whom witnessed the pair getting on Bette’s favorite motorcycle. They starred in panic. Well, it was a lucky day for Alice to find herself a cute little ride home, or else she would be stuck because no other living thing, until then, had had the privilege to make any contact with the brunette’s precious black Harley.
Yet Bette didn’t start the motor. She waited and waited for the slim arms to wrap around her body in case of a sudden fall. But the blonde didn’t seem to be getting the point. “Hey blondie, do you wanna fall on your ass?”
“What?”
“If you like to stay on the vehicle as I go, wrap your arms around me.” She warned and threatened to take off by twisting the throttle several more times, causing the motor hum and growl and rush and rub the ground like it would break through in any second.
The immediate loss of balance startled the blonde. She let go the back handle and gripped the brunette’s strong waist instead, as if she was holding onto her dear life. Actually, she really thought at the precise minute that her life depended on the tall girl in control of this beastly gas-consuming monster.
“Now you’re all set.” Bette announced triumphantly, suddenly feeling the grip on her waist become even tighter.
“Don’t! Don’t… go too fast…”
The brunette beamed an almost too gentle smile and gave it a smooth fueling, her other hand pressing the clutch. The iron horse shook a bit as Bette pressed the break some times to make sure the blonde was safe on the back of her seat, and soon it galloped. She promised, whispering but not being heard because of her own helmet. “I won’t let you fall.”
Tina could hear the engine roaring and the wind howling as she hid her face in the giant helmet, but the assuring figure in control made the ride feel especially and unrealistically safe. She peeked to the backing sceneries and saw that they were going about forty miles, passing some bicycles and cars on the sides and remembering the last few times she heard the brunette rode, she knew that this was much slower than most of the usual times. And the warmth radiating underneath her arms, a kind of mild but devoting, sincere warmth, traveled from her hands through her veins to her inner most nerves, her limbs and beyond.
Bette didn’t know whether she was riding too slow, she just meticulously, cautiously and protectively carried the precious cargo behind her. Unlike her normal self, she did not pin their vehicle through the traffic or pull out any stunt that may be considered life-threateningly dangerous in the mind of timid William, Bette rode in line behind some stupid cheap pickup truck. Sure it’d double the time spent on traveling, yet it suited her mood positively, giving more time to feel the slim arms around her, the soft breasts pressed against her back, the calmingly rhythmic heaving of body, and the faint but recognizable and refreshing peppermint-flavored aroma that put a spell on her. As they pulled to a stop before a red light, she called, sweetly and softly. “T?”
The distinctive endearment in Bette’s voice had the blonde swallow as she heard a loud thud in her chest. Nobody had called her like that before. And she loved the way it touched her eardrums. It felt right, called by the brunette like that. “Yeah…?”
The equally soft and shy reply lit up Bette’s face. ‘Yeah it feels right, calling her like that.’ “Nothing, just…uh…” And she lost her trace of mind temporarily. “Uh… how… how are you holding up?”
“I’m really ok, Bette. I feel safe.” Subconsciously, she tightened her arms reassuringly.
“I mean in Marymount. Are the pranks still going on?”
“Not much.” Truthfully, the pranks were reducing by a drastic speed. People did not know about their lunch plans or their fast blossoming friendship, definitely not their “accidental” display of affection—that first kiss, but since it was pretty obvious that the blonde girl made peace with Bette, they simply stopped targeting the poor girl, well, except for those jealousy driven ones.
Bette cranked her neck and stole a glance at Tina. “Not much? Then there still are?” ‘How come? Are they fucking blind?’
“Only a few silly… harmless ones, really. I think it’s because I hang out with you too much.”
“There won’t be any, starting tomorrow.” The brunette announced. ‘Jealous bitches need some management.’
Tina only nodded in small amplitude. Many saw the two of them riding together moments ago. Bette’s words would be more than enough to put a halt on whoever had sickly intentioned hand extending to her. “Thank you.” Blushing, the blonde said.
The corner of Bette’s lip was tugged by an invisible force. She felt like a proud kid receiving a reward, again starting the motor.
They finally arrived at The Planet in time to catch the beginning dance of Lady’s night. The slutty-dressed women were already queuing up by the thick walls outside the excluded club. The door man instantly spotted Bette’s motor from afar and tossed his check-list to his partner, running off from his position to the street. “Miss Porter! Such an honor! How are you tonight?”
“Good to see you, Carl. This is Tina Kennard.” Bette stopped her Harley and gestured the blonde to take off first. “Add her to my free pass list.”
For a big man, Carl surely had good manners. He extended his big arm to help Tina get off the giant metal beast. The moment he saw the mediocre jeans, cheap shirt, and canvas shoes, he felt his own brain spinning fast to think of any palpable compliments despite his curious mind kept asking what on earth was in the brunette’s mind by taking this particular girl with her, and, allowing her to ride on the Dark Night Cavalier. Luck for him, as Tina took off her helmet, the waterfall of blonde hair caught his eyes. “Honor to make the acquaintance, Miss Kennard. Gorgeous hair!”
“Thank you very much.” A dazzling blush flashed on the make-up free face, momentarily blinding the other two.
Carl was in luck, diverting his line of sight before he could provoke Bette’s jealous wrath by staring. He quickly snapped out of the trance and called over an attendant. “We’ll take over from here, Miss Porter. You go enjoy the night.”
“Nobody touches Sophie!” Bette yelled on the top of her lungs as she saw the person approaching, slapping off the attendant’s hands from her precious bike. She looked up angrily and shot some deadly looks to the surrounding people who turned their heads to her direction.
Tina creased a brow with an interested laugh. “You named your bike Sophie?”
The brunette shrugged. “What? Sophie Marceau’s the only goddess left on this planet and you know it!” Then she pointed a finger to Carl. “Nobody, I mean NOBODY gets near my Sophie, you keep your eyes on her tonight, Carl.”
The door man was scared shitless by the shouting girl. He nodded as if he were a hen pecking up the corns and nudged the other man to leave immediately.
The three of them arrived at the parking place of the bar and Bette went back and forth for a while finding the nicest spot for Sophie the Harley Softail.
The club was crowded as they expected it to be, the dancers, DJs, and guards in designated places. Marina Ferrer, the mistress of the club, was waiting at tables as the whole place became work-force deprived. But somehow she squeezed her way over to the tall girl and gave her a gigantic enveloping hug. “God it’s been long, Bette! I thought you’d not come tonight.”
“What are you talking about, Marina. I was here last week.” Bette returned the enthusiasm with two kisses. While a waitress was passing by, she grabbed a glass of mojito from the plate and downed the whole thing. Then she put the lime in her mouth and made a face because of the stimulating taste.
Marina, always the sexy and enchanting mermaid, twirled a strand of Bette’s brown hair around her long fingers. “You’re not supposed to drink, my favorite little minor customer, gonna get me into trouble with your granny…” She then teased with a fake pout. “Why haven’t you been skipping classes and stop for lunch these days?”
The flirting gesture somehow irritated Tina. She wondered if all Bette’s female friends do that. But again, how could the brunette tolerate anyway? This Marina must be real close friend and the notion consoled her sudden jealousy.
“Well, Marina, if you must know, I have been making lunch plans with a new ‘friend’” Bette winked at the woman as she gestured to Tina. “Meet Tina Kennard, transfer from Whitney.” She then put a hand on the blonde girl’s back, presenting her to Marina. “T, this is Marina… whose last name is a bit of challenge for me.”
“Ferrer.” The fabulous woman rolled her “r”s like nobody did and stretched out her right hand to the blonde girl. She friendly greeted her. “Bette’s pretty little girlfriend, huh? Pleasure.”
Her manner made Tina blush for the thousandth time of the few hours in the evening. “I’m… I’m not…”
“Very well, go to our best private room girls. I promise you no one’s gonna interrupt your little loving section in there. Bette, later.” The mistress wiggled her wrist to the brunette and swayed her way out of their sight, leaving a light-hearted girl and a reddened, nearly dying of shyness one.
“Let’s go.” Bette gently pushed Tina toward her usual private booth.
The accentuation on the word “private” aroused her nerves. Tina hesitantly looked around her surrounding environment. Probably outside would be safer. “Uh…a little mistake…Marina thought I’m your girlfriend, Bette.”
“Well what am I gonna do with it?” Yet, the brown eyes lit with delightfulness. “Marina’s a real good judge of people.” She said under her breath and suppressed a smug laugh, continuing her journey to the room while scraping a margarita from the hot waitress.
“What did you just say?” The dumbfounded blonde kept her pace and asked. She heard Bette, but she wasn’t sure whether her hearing served her right. ‘She’s not denying… What could that possibly mean? Is she into me? She can’t be, can she?’
 
“Bette Porter.” A challenging, familiar voice, thick with sexy accent, appeared behind them. Unmistaken, Helena Peabody showed up at the Planet too with her current girlfriend Dylan.
The tall brunette scolded, gripping her glass in annoyance. ‘Every fucking time…’ Every time she wanted to just have a nice, relaxing night at her hangout place, something happened. ‘Last time…’ She contemplated, ‘Right, last time here she was raging with the thought of a new transfer, some Tina Kennard.’ “Helena, of course you’re here. Lady’s night at the Planet. How nice…”
The Brit eyed the two up and down for a minute, causing the brunette to instinctively wrap an arm around the thin shoulder. To irritate Bette more, Helena intentionally fixed her shiny green eyes on the blonde with pretend innocence. “Ah, my little Tina’s here too! Can I ask for a dance?”
“Your Tina?” Bette sneered, tightening her arm. “I’m sorry, Helena, just so you see who is standing beside her. We’re actually going for a drink, in my Private booth, mind if I add.”
“Oh, come on! Don’t you think beautiful girl like Tina, deserves a dance with someone who’s gentle?” Helena insisted on. “Come and dance with the real lady, beautiful Tina.” She reached out a hand.
“Fuck off, Helena. Go grind up your girlfriend.” Bette brought the slim torso further into hers and spat at the obnoxiously fouling girl.
“Don’t be selfish, Bette. She may actually want a dance?”
“None of your concern either way.” Bette rolled her eyes, but still she thought to herself that the Brit’s words were actually reasonable. She hesitantly leant in and whispered to her guest. “Do you… do you feel like… dancing?”
The sudden proximity and the moist warmth mixed with alcohol made Tina’s heart pounds losing their regularity. Bette never failed in surprising her by asking surprising questions. “Uh… okay…?”
“Alright.” The taller girl shrugged her shoulders, let go of her hand and wrapped her fingers around Tina’s tender wrist instead, slightly pulling on it, guiding them to change the direction. She victoriously glanced back at Helena. “Now she’s gonna dance with a real lady.” Her voice was not very loud, but the force and authority in her infrangible voice was strong enough for both Helena and Tina to hear. The former flinched and the later bit on her lips to prevent a yelp escaping from her lips.
Bette’s hand was too warm and her gesture was too enthused. Tina could feel the heat transporting in her blood vessels, stretching to ever bit of her being. She swallowed hard and followed the brunette to the crowded dancing floor.
People had known Bette Porter well. They spontaneously scattered to allow the intimidating young woman pass and only some of them dared to steal glances at the blonde.
Bette, unlike her usual nonchalant self, was parading with a big smile and enjoying the feeling of the slim, obedient feature behind. She picked a spot and turned to the DJ, swirling a finger to signal her to change the music. The other woman was in ecstasy to have the brief attention from the beautifully intoxicating coxcomb. The song readily changed from night club style dubstep into a slower and more soothing tune. Bette wanted their first dance to be simple and wonderful. She had never been so thoughtful, but she then discovered that it was a possibility.
It was Rihanna’s Stay, mixed with some kind of finger-popping accompaniment to keep the dance floor buzzing.
With one hand wrapped around the blonde’s slender waist, the other slipping off the wrist to the slightly smaller palm, Bette held the blonde girl in her arms and slowly swayed with the rhythm.
Tina immediately melted into those toned arms. She could smell the crisp fragrance from Bette’s thick waves of brown hair. She couldn’t hear the lyrics very clearly due to the loud beats inside of her ear drums, only certain words and sentences.
“…I threw my hands in the air
and said show me something…
…if you dare come a little closer…”
Voluntarily, she did, leaning a little closer step by step, till she could feel a strand of brown hair falling on her shoulder. Bette’s face was just inches from her. And timidly, she peered at the confidant girl, and gradually, she got lost in those big eyes with the color of warm coco.
Bette was really enjoying the time and the proximity. She was happy that for one time, she had the feeling that a pair of hazel colored eyes lit up because of her. She let her hand realm and knead against the soft material of the blonde girl’s cheap cloth. With a bit more pressure, their body would touch and cause some delicious friction between them.
It was all new for Tina. She had no idea how it was like to dance with a girl, and therefore, she had no idea while she wriggled her hips against Bette, the brunette would make a low throaty moan. It was just louder than a drone, a vibration that hit the nerve of her hearing. Yet an electronic pulse formed from the furthest vessel of her limbs transmitted and converged together, arriving at her lower abdomen… and at the joint of her thighs. It was a feeling that the teenage girl had never felt before, not by any chance. And she tensed her hands in to fists on Bette’s shirt.
“Round and around and around and around we go…
Ohhh now tell me now tell me now tell me now you know…”
The dancing and the words made Tina dizzy. She looked up to the darker eyes in a state of panic.
“Are you okay?” Despite the alcohol in her blood and her own arousal, Bette was sensitive enough to know that the blonde had something in mind that bothered her.
Nodding, Tina stopped her movements. “I think… let’s go have something to drink.” She attributed the funny feeling to dehydration.
Bette narrowed her eyes with some inquiry. She was now deciding whether it would be a smart move to take the girl to her VIP room. Tina was clearly scared and nervous. She inhaled deeply before exhale and let go of one of her hands. She just had to keep contact with the blonde. “Ok.” Then she turned to walk in the front.
“Not really sure how to feel about it:
something in the way you move.
Makes me feel like I can’t live without you.
It takes me all the way.
I want you to stay…”
The blonde stared at Bette’s figure as the song resonated in her head. It said it all. She was scared and panicking, then she didn’t want her anywhere further. She started to regret to have approached her like that, then she didn’t.

Later, Bette rode slow and took a detour to the airport. The blonde was constantly afraid that it would get them into trouble. But they were only seeing the stars and the night flights taking off and coming back. All the while, the brunette insisted on holding her hand and letting her wear the motor jacket. Seeing no necessity in arguing with her, the blonde took it and in that way, when she arrived home, there were still traces of Bette’s perfume on her cloth.
Very late that night, the innocent blonde girl snuck into shower after her dad went to bed, and she touched herself, rubbing the spot just a little bit down her pubic hair with a trembling hand until she came at the thought of Bette’s body and hands. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right but the release was needed. The faint scent of Bette Porter reminded her of those heated eye contacts and touches they shared, and eventually, reminded her of the only kiss. She then became reluctant about rinsing it off of her body. Even in her exhausted sleep, a certain person’s face kept invading her dreams but was not remotely annoying.
Little did she know, some kilometers away, in a much more luxurious bath tub, a dark haired girl laid in the hot water and sighed with extreme sexual frustration but still had an ear-to-ear smile on her young face.