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A Final Dream – Chapter 22
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“That’s wonderful, sweetheart! I’ll deposit some extra money on your account so you can do the groceries. You will be able to take care of yourself, right?”
“Mom, I’m almost 18! Of course I will.”
“Okay, great. Now, I have to leave you, Greg – that’s your daddy’s friend, is to arrive any moment. Behave yourself! I’ll call back.”
“Okay, bye mom.”
I shut the phone down triumphantically and throw it back on the night table. I wrap myself back in the cocoon that is created by the comforter that is wrapped around Bette and me.
“Was that your mom?” Bette asked, her eyebrows frowned. “And you didn’t shout at her?”
“No,” I smile. “She had very, very good news.”
“Oh, and what is that?”
“They’re staying the entire week!” I say happily. “So you can stay here as well, I mean, if you like…”
“Of course I like! Oh my god, it’ll be great! I already have an idea.”
“Spill it, Porter.”
“We could turn some,” she grabs my crotch and I gasp for breath, “sexual fantasies into reality,” she says in a low, husky voice.
“What did you have in mind?” I ask, holding my breath, my eyes twinkling.
“I always wanted to make love on the dancefloor. We’ve also never done it in a car. What d’you suggest?”
“Mmm… I always have wanted to do it in the rain, you know, wearing white clothes,” I attempt to wink, fail and blush. “And oooh! Let’s do it in the church!”
“The church?” Bette asks horrified. “You’ve got to be kidding me, Tee.”
“No, really. Must be so exciting… but if you’re chickening out, I can always find another girl…”
“No! No, I’ll do it,” she quickly says. “I’m not a chicken.”
When lunch hour approaches, we load Kit’s car with food, wine and a blanket. She doesn’t need it anymore since she’s not going anywhere.
We head to the beach and find ourselves a desolate spot. The view is beautiful and the sound of the ocean gives me peace. Bette and I eat grapes, cheese, sandwiches, fruit… and also drink the wine, which is delicious.
When we’re finally full, I lean on my elbows and look at the wonderful view. I feel Bette behind me, she spreads her legs and pulls me closer. I lean backwards, resting my head on her chest. She wraps her arms around me, softly stroking my stomach. We sit like that for a while.
“I love you so much,” she whispers in my ear. Her hot breath sends shivers down my spine. She begins kissing my neck and I mpan softly.
“I love you too, honey. We’re perfect together. We’re made for each other.”
“That,” she says as she slids her hand under my shirt and cups my breast, “we are.” She slowly starts her assault on my body. We end up making love wildly.
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Just caught up!!!! Great Chapters!!!! I so can not wait to see what happens next with B&T. Thanks PPS