“Turn around, Bette,” I hear Tina’s voice. I do as she asks and hear her coming in, lying down on the bed. “It’s okay.”

I go to the bathroom and quickly have a wash, comb my hair – an impossible task sometimes and put on my black silk pyjamas. I go back to the bedroom and glide in next to Tina.

We lie in silence for a few minutes.

“Bette?” She suddenly asks in a feeble voice.

“Yes?”

“I’m cold.”

I go and lie closer to her. I put my arm around her, pulling her into my body. God, she feels good. She feels so right.

“Thanks.” She leans against me. My heart is pouding wildly in my chest. If I let my hands go up just a few inches, I’m touching her breasts. A few inches down and I’m touching her sacred place.

She turns her head and smiles at me. I so want to kiss her.

“You’re the most wonderful person I ever met, Bette.” I love her voice.

“What about Gary?” Or how to ruin a moment. I can hit myself.

Tina hesitates. “I’m… well… he’s great, but he’s not… he’s very into his music and it’s all he talks about. He doesn’t listen to me like you do. Nobody does.”

“He’s passionate.”

“About his music. Not about me. And he doesn’t really live in the real world.” She shifts so she is a bit more on her back and has a better view at me. “I don’t really want to talk about him right now, if you don’t mind.”

“Okay.”

Silence follows again. Her breating tells me she’s sleeping, I look at her peaceful figure. Her ass is against my center and I can’t hold it much longer.

I snuggle up closer to her, resting my head on her shoulder, inhaling her shampoo. My lips find her neck and give it small kisses. She stirs. My tongue makes wet circles in the nap of her neck. The small kisses change into nibbles and she moves slightly. My hand travels up her body and cups one of her breasts. I can feel her nipple against the palm of my hand and I moan softly into her hair.

I knead her breasts and she lets out the slightest moan, only a whimper, but it arouses me beyond the imagineable and it stimulates me to continue my actions.