“I was the one walking away.”

“But you returned – and boy how did you came back. That was so special for me, Tee. You couldn’t have done it in a more beautiful way, singing a song that expressed my love for you when I was still in this relationship with someone who was just a good friend.”

“That’s the past now, Bette. That’s all in the past.” I lie back down and pull Bette with me. She snuggles close to me, inhaling my scent.

We lie there in silence for about half an hour until Bette whispers: “Remember the condition, Tee?” She asks hoarsely.

“Mmmhmmm.”

“I had this tiny idea,” she says in a low, erotic voice as she slips her hand under my shirt. She smiles her cat-ate-canary smile as she notices I’m not wearing a bra and softly kneads my breasts. “It would require me releasing you for some seconds, tough, and I don’t know if I can do that.”

“Fact is that it’ll give me an orgasm. Be a big girl, Porter. Think about your dear girlfriend who had to endure a horrible song in order to be pleased.”

She slaps me playfully and gets up. “If that is the case, you can forget about that orgasm, Ms Kennard.”

“Mrs Porter, actually,” I grin, sitting on my knees. I slowly lift my shirt, exposing my stomach. Bette’s eyes follow the hem of my shirt and she bites her lower lip in anticipation of what is to come. I stop my shirt right under my nipples. I look right into her eyes. “Are you really sure?” I ask in a husky tone. “Because I would love it if you took care of these.” I life the right side of my shirt, quickly cupping my breast before she sees it naked.

“Tee,” she growls and I smile. “Fuck, come here,” she says as she crawls on the bed, towards me. She lifts the shirt over my head and grabs my free breast forcefully. I moan as I feel her touch. She presses her lips on mind, her tongue stroking my lips, begging for entrance. I part my lips and her tongue snakes in. She kisses me hard as she pulls my nipple. I moan into her mouth.

“What was your idea?” I ask as she moves her mouth to my breast and soflty bites my nipple.

“Oh – yeah – I forgot,” she says, looking up. “Come.”

“I hope I will.”

She doesn’t respond and grabs my hand. She leads me to the end of the bed and asks me to sit down. Once I’ve done that, she kneels and spreads my legs.

She moves her teeth along my inner tigh and my hips buck into her involuntarily. She licks the spot and then looks up.

“Babe, I want you to throw your legs over my shoulders and fold them on my back.”

I do as she asks and her tongue starts its assault on my most sacred place. She grazes my clit and teases my entrance. Soon, my hips are rocking against her and grip the sheets of the bed for balance. Her hands grip the cheek of my ass and she enters me with her tongue.

“Oooh – babe – yes – there – right there”

As her tongue goes wilder, so do my hips. I grind them into her face, asking her to go harder. It doesn’t take long for my to come to my hight.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah – yeeeeessss – BETTEEEEEEEEEE”

The sensations are overwhelming me as the orgasm ripples through my body. I fall back and soon, Bette snuggles up to my body, holding me. I kiss her and taste myself.

“You are officially the most wonderful person walking on earth,” I say, stroking her hair. “Thank you.”