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    A Final Dream – Chapter 10

    “Hey, what’s wrong?” She asks me. She comes sitting next to me on the bed, rubbing my back again. It feels so good that it makes me cry even harder.

    “I am so lucky to have you,” I say. She now lays down herself, wrapping her arms around me in a hug. I feel her warm body close to mine and it sends shivers down my spine. I snuggle up closer to her, clinging myself tight onto her. It gives me a weird combination of feelings; security and tension, anxiety and comfort, it makes my heart beat wildly, but it also gives me a feeling of peace.

    She gives me a feeble smile. “Tell me what’s wrong, baby,” she whispers.

    Oh. My. God. Did she just call me baby? She just called you baby!!!

    I shrug. “I just feel so… I don’t know. I’m so tired, you know? I feel like an emotional wreck.”

    She lays her hands on my shoulder, feeling my neck. “You’re so stressed,” she says softly. “What do you think about a massage?”

    She’s still wearing her coat, hurried as she was to get to me. God, she’s so cute.

    “Sounds great,” I nod. Images of Bette’s hand on my back fill my head, the contrest of her dark skin on my creamy skin. I feel the hairs in my neck rise when I think of it. I don’t have these feelings when I think about Gary giving me a massage. Maybe because I know a woman’s hands are softer? Or because nobody’s hands are softer than those of Bette Porter?

    “I’ll be right back,” she says. She flashes me that Porter smile, having no idea she even does it, let alone the effect she has on me. She walks out of the room and I can’t keep my eyes off her ass.

    I get rid of my shirt so she can massage my back more easily. I lie down on the bed on my belly, unclasp my bra. I feel my nipples stiffening at the tought of what is coming: Bette giving me a treatment with her hands.

    Comments

    1. Holy craa…p. Fuc….you my freaking heart is racing. Its like I am there. OMG, you can’t stop there, I mean I know they want it all extra special girlfriend/boyfriend free but they are teenagers for gods sake, they act now think later. Its way to hot of up in Bette’s room to stop now. Wheww….Waiting, Drooling for the next post!

    2. (jaw on floor) You did NOT just leave it there!!???!! Oh goodness, something tells me it’s gonna be a long night before they can go and break up with their respective partners! ;) PPS…like today?!

    3. Wow! To be so young Tina sure seems to know what she wants. They both feel it they need to just get it on so Bette can let Carm know what’s going on and Tina can let Gary down easy. PPS

    4. G – marvelous – simply marvelous. I think I bit my tongue everytime Tina opened her mouth. Wowzer! She sure knows how to tempt Bette. I can’t believe we have to wait for until tomorrow for the next chappie. You’re killing us – PPS!

    5. OH.MY.GOD. please please please keep going! that massage was…. wow. sorry carmen, you belong with shane and Bette and Tina… wow. words. gone. help.

    6. Oh I’m sooo happy I didnnt read this untill just now.I have the good fortune of waiting for the follow up for less time than the poor souls who by now must experiencing quite a bit of twitching – nervous or other wise;-)

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