I am a straight girl and I have a boyfriend. Why does Bette make me feel this way? Does she feel the same? Is it me or do we really have a love between us that is so strong and undeniable, screaming for attention?

I need her to touch me, I need to feel her all over me. This massage has something so erotic and I realise the reason now. It’s something I have longed for for such a long time and Bette is the only person who can fulfill that longing.

She makes me feel so feminine. She handles me with such care. Her magic hands go all over my back, my legs. I want her to just rip my panties off and give my ass the same treatment. I move my body without being able to control it. A low moan escapes my mouth, I can’t stop it.

“Bette,” I whisper. “Bette.”

Bette Porter

I have to find my breath again as she says my name in a low voice that is sultry, but I bet she doesn’t know it. She has a boyfriend, Porter. But then why is she doing this to me? Why is she making these sounds, movements, if she doesn’t want me to touch her?

Without really knowing what I’m actually doing, I slip my hands under her panties. She lifts her ass and I think it’s a reaction of her body, something she can’t help. My hands slid off to the front, to her inner tighs and… down. I can’t do it. Not yet. I can’t touch her like that now, it has to be more special. I kiss her lower back and inhale her scent, mixed with the scent of the massage oil. My head goes up again. Her hair is still to the side. I lick behind her ear and she purrs, my heart beats wildly.

“Tina,” I manage to say. I feel like I’m about to cry because of the intense emotions all of this is causing. My hands are now roaming her sides, sliding under her, massaging her belly. I have to stop them from going up, which is really hard, because they seem to have a mind of their own.

I get my hands from under body and go back to innocently massaging her back. She turns her head and see the tears in her eyes.

“What’s the matter?” I ask, frightened. “Did I hurt you?”

“No,” she replies.

“I’m so sorry, I- I just… I didn’t – I’m so” I get my hands off her. You went way out of line, Porter, and you damn well know it.

“It felt… great. Like nothing I’ve ever felt before.”

“I’m so sorry, Tina.”

“Don’t be.”

Tina Kennard

I know that Gary could never do this to me, could never move this in me. My panties are soaking and I’m quite sure I’m dripping wet. I want her to turn me around and just fuck me senseless, but I know it’s not going to happen. Bette Porter would make our first time special.

But does Bette Porter want me? What are you, stupid? Of course she does, look at where her hands went!

“Kiss me,” I say, barely audible.

Bette Porter

“I-I think we shouldn’t be doing this.” I say it with so much remorse. I already went too far and I don’t want to cheat on Carmen. But I know that I can’t go on with her. She’s great, but she’s not Tina.

“It’s late, why don’t we go to bed?” I ask Tina. “I’ll get you some pyjamas.”

Tina Kennard

She pretends she didn’t hear the last part of what I said and it hurts, but I know why she does that. When she offers me pyjamas, I know what to do. My heart is pounding in my chest, racing. I feel my body trembling, my stomach muscles contracting. I open my mouth and say it.

Bette Porter

I’m already off the bed and to my closet when she says it.

“I prefer to sleep naked,” she says. I think I’m going to pass out.