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    A Certain Breakfast

     

    “I was afraid to have to drive home last night.”

     

    “I can’t believe a day at the beach had me so wiped out.”

     

    “I can’t believe how well you did in the pickup volleyball games.”

     

    “I played for too long, didn’t I.”

     

    “I got to watch you bounce around in a sports bra and shorts for several hours.”

     

    “Me and other women,” Tina corrected.

     

    “There were other women?”

     

    Bette’s innocent look made Tina smile, despite how she was feeling.  “I really like you, Bette.”

     

    “I really like you, too.” Bette took hold of Tina’s hand, their fingers lightly dancing together. “And I don’t want to push you into anything.”

     

    “Maybe I just need to leap.”

     

    “Excuse me?”

     

    “Maybe I’m being stupid for no reason.”

     

    “Tina, it’s not stupid to consider whether or not you want to be intimate with someone.”

     

    “You want that, don’t you?”

     

    “I want what you want.”

     

    Tina gave a frown. “That’s not an answer.”

     

    “I want to spend time with you, Tina. I want things to progress at the pace that you want them to progress at.”

     

    “I don’t want you to give up on me.”

     

    “Who said I’m giving up on you?”

     

    Tina leaned forward, moving to a kneeling position. She leaned close to Bette, looking in the dark-haired woman’s eyes for a moment, and then completing the action. Giving Bette a kiss.

     

    They had kissed before. Kissed and more, but always stopping before things progressed too far.

     

    Bette found it frustrating as hell. She hadn’t waited this long to have sex with anyone since college.

     

    Bette also found Tina worth the wait.

     

    This morning, though, it appeared the wait would be over.

     

    As they kissed, Tina kept leaning forward, pushing Bette back onto the bed.

     

    In a quiet moment between kisses, Bette lightly stroked Tina’s cheek with the back of her cupped hand. “And this is what you want?”

     

    “You are what I want,” Tina confirmed.

     

    And that morning, well into the afternoon, Tina did indeed confirm to Bette that to her, bagels were just fine.

     

    (the end)

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    Comments

    1. Enchanting and cute story! We really liked all the details you added to it. Thanks for sharing. – Lucero & Marsha (JC’s Salsa Aunties)

    2. So cute and funny! Thanks for sharing, Pseud. Love reading your stories. I feel like I should say something about bagels and bananas, but I won’t … haha! Love these glimpses into their beginnings.

    3. bull shit b&tf, bagels arent your favorite breakfast food, but you do love you some bagels!!! ;) pseud, b&tf lives next door to us, im giving her a hard time, like i always do. shes my friend, k? thank you for the wonderful tuesday (for me) treat. i always love to read whats in that head of yours. more when you have time.

    4. Pseud, that was really, really, really good! Every so often you just pop in with these little one-offs that are totally delicious. I don’t know how they just opo into your head, but I certainly hope they just keep coming!

    5. I would guess that the bagels came in very handy during this story. It was cute and spirited and yet loving. I do miss your other story.

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