She spent the next few hours catching up on her work, it was sunday and she prepared for tommorrow. But all she could think about was Tina. Specifically Tina’s body. It
made her hot and bothered. Her ***** was dripping with lust, she flet dirty almost. Her mind was filled with filthy things, nasty things she wanted to do. But another side told her to
cool it, told her it was dangerous to make ***** the basis of a relationship. But did her and Tina have a relationship? Was it based on *****? What were they? Bette couldn’t answer
any question and in when afternoon came she locked the house and went over to her “neighbours”. Tina answered the door holding her breath. Strangely Bette liked that second of
seeing her suffer. It made her feel powerful. She stepped closer till Tina stepped back. Bette closed the door and whispered…”We have 13 days to be together, when that is up who the
***** knows what’s gonna happen, let’s enjoy ourselves now before whatever comes…comes” Tina responded by kissing her.

 They made love everywhere. Bette fucked her on the vibrating dryer machine, Tina moaning and clawing at Bette’s back, feeling the movements move with her *****. It
wasn’t even *****, it was devouring. Bette did not know why Tina was doing this, and she didn’t ask her. She was afraid of the answer. They just enjoyed each others body and nothing
was said relating to the whys and future of their coupling. They spent hours exploring each other. And even though Tina wanted to look up ***** on the internet for techniques Bette didn’t
let her. She knew that half the fun was finding out for themselves. They were nervous with each other of course, more careful this time, more considerate, less greedy to their own
needs. Each wanted to please the other, each wanted to see the other squirm. Bette loved the feeling of being in control when she was in control, it was like a switch role-play…but
she didnt’ thinka bout it that hard. She just held her lover close and felt Tina’s inner thighs on her face, the waves of pleasure that she felt go through Tina’s, Tina’s hands in Bette’s  hair,
Tina’s skin…the paleness of it. To Bette’s own it was a nice contrast. It was nice to feel a woman’s lips on her neck, Tina knew how sensitive a spot that was. How it made her
tingle all the way to her toes. All that tingling. They made love until they were sleepy …..but not sleepy. It was weird, hazy. They got hungry too. Bette got up to raid Tina’s fridge while
Tina got something to drink. Bette leaned down with the fridge opened picking at some roast chicken, she loved the fatty skin. It made her mouth greasy. Tina touched Bette’s *****
while she was drinking her water. Bette turned around and lifted Tina up to the counter. Chicken grease spread all over Tina’s face her mouth her neck…Bette licked it off and tenderly
wiped it ALL off with a damp towel.

 And like all new lovers they were curious about each others’ wants, needs, likes, dislikes. They wanted to know everything about each other. Bette lay rapt with attention while
Tina siad he rlikes…which her the colour orange, gardens, flowers, the sky, *****, food, wine…..Bette didn’t like talking about herself. She eluded questions by stroking Tina the right way.
Bette didn’t want to talk about anything related to herself. Nothing. She was not Bette….or was she? Bette didn’t want to think about it. It was not the time for thinking. She tried not to
grow to attached to Tina for the sake of both of them. But she could feel Tina growing attached to her. After making love for gazillionth time Tina held Bette tighter, stroked her
hair while falling asleep..looked deep into her eyes while on top of her. That was what Bette found the most *****…Tina looking into her eyes while Bette made love to her, or was being
made loved to. Who knew, who cared. The world was their oyster. They were devouring it, savouriing the taste. Savouring each other’s taste.

 Eventually, after two days pure hedonism the edge wore off. Not the lust, but the neediness of it did. They had a routine, they stuck with it. Grew used to each other’s habits
and ways of doing things. Bette hated how Tina held her fork and Tina told Bette she hated the way she snored. Bette laughed at that one. She was more honest than Paxton. And
what about Paxton? She didn’t think about him. Never. Bette hadn’t even been at her house for what seemed so long. She used Tina’s things. Things were right.

 And then they started to fight.

TBC