“Glad you understand me here. Have a nice day,” Bette says, rolling her eyes and returning to the car. I follow as Eric still stands there, completely astonished.

“What did you tell him?” I ask her as she heads for my house.

“Oh – maybe something about his balls and how the one take care of you is me and that I please you very well, better than any guy can.”

I laugh. “Why do I have a feeling there’s more?”

“Dear Tina, I wouldn’t want to hurt you by damaging your innocent mind,” she smiles. I decide to let it go.

“Bette, do you remember that fantasy about the church?”

She blushes. “You really meant that, didn’t you.”

I rest my hand on her tigh, letting it go up to her center. “Yes.”

***

Bette parks in the parking lot of the church. “Are you… are you sure?” she asks.

I nod. “Let’s get in.”

She closes the car and we enter the church, which is empty except from an old woman who is praying. I lead Bette to a dark corner.

“I can’t believe this,” she whispers, shaking her head. I say nothing and sit down on a chair, inviting her to straddle my lap. A huge pillar blocks the view from the rest of the church.

I start kissing her, tugging at the hem of her shirt. I kiss her neck, her cheek, her jaw, nibble her earlobe. She moans very softly and I pull her shirt up. I gasp as I see she isn’t wearing a bra.

I squeeze her beast, taking a nipple in my mouth. She throws her head back, her hips bucking. I roll the nipple over in my mouth, flicking my tongue over it. When I’m satisfied with my job, I go to the other one. My hands are now roaming her sides.

I slip my hand under the waistband of her pants and immediately find her wetness.

“Mm – no underwear – I like that,” I mutter, softly pulling at her nipple with my teeth. She groans and presses my head closer to her chest.

I slip my finger inside of her and stroke from her entrance to her clit. I softly put pressure on it, circling it and pinching it. Her bucking gets heavier and I lead my finger down.

She gasps as I enter her with two fingers, darting my fingers in and out of her quickly and hard. I keep on increasing my pace until she comes, her voice muffled as she tries to keep it down.

I kiss her to help her.

“Mmmm – Tina” A high moan escapes her lips as I feel her walls contracting.

I keep my fingers in her until she opens her eyes and says: “Your turn.”

We swap positions, so now I’m straddling her. She immediately leads her hand to my breast, pulling my shirt and bra over my breasts. She kisses my nipples and circles them with her thumb. My hips grin against her stomach.

Already am I begging for release. She takes a nipple in her mouth, sucking and licking it. I moan, try to keep it down. I feel how her hand grabs my center over my pants.

She unbuttons my jeans and slids her hand in. She looks up and says: “Commando too” as she finds I’m not wearing any underwear. I merely nod.

She begins massaging my clit with her thumb as she enters me with her middle finger, thrusting in and out of me. She strokes my G-spot a few times. When I was making love to her, she got me so wet that this doesn’t take long.

“Oh – GOD”

“Rather appropriate,” she chuckles. I ride her finger as I’m coming.

“BETTEEEEEEE”

When we’ve both composed ourself, we quickly make sure we look okay and get the hell out of there, giggling like two teenagers – which, after all, we are.

“That was crazy, Tina.”

“I know, but it was damn good.”