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    A Night in the D — Chapter 6

    Story written on December 11, 2005 by luvrgirl.
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    Perspective.

     

    She groaned to herself, imagining Tina downstairs, casually disheveled and flirty, and so not interested in that job. That Tina had shown not the least concern at having a kiss laid on her as she stood at the reception desk was kind of hilarious to Bette in retrospect. In that moment, though, it had been nothing but hot.

     

    Who is that girl? Bette thought to herself.

     

    Despite her single status for almost three years, Bette knew she wanted a certain kind of desire in her life that she’d not yet found. A combination of friendship and lust that she’d only ever half-created with Alice. She recalled how she’d gotten so angry with Alice at one point for the never-ending ***** rotation-a new one each week.

     

    “Alice, you’re getting weird about this and I’m not affirming it anymore.”

     

    Alice had laughed out loud, finding the entire statement hilarious until later that night when Bette refused to wield any of the collection. Alice had been mortified. “Bette, don’t you dare moralize about this, you ***** fake prude.”

     

    “Perspective, Alice,” she’d said. “That’s all I’m asking for.”

     

    Perspective, Bette thought. Yeah right. The room yawned open around her, and she felt spotlighted in the moment. She felt a strange desire to tell Tina these stories about herself, about her home, her friends. To share them with her in the next second after she walked through the door, a fun and light-hearted icebreaker to relax the all-American blonde with the sweet smile. She could even picture Tina laughing at the stories of Alice, of Shane, of her position among them. She could also imagine telling Tina about the ex-lover, the “stunned” one, which she thought Tina would find amusing. Obvious perhaps. Too obvious to not be funny.   

     

    And she could picture hiking that navy skirt with one hand, nudging Tina’s head to the side and burying the other hand in her hair, leaning forward to kiss her with open eyes, and staring at Tina’s mouth before sinking her tongue deep within it. Bette’s eyes closed at the thought. She could imagine, as if it were already real, how she would slip one leg between Tina’s two. How she would initiate the grind slowly, and then dial it up bit by bit, arching into Tina, feeling Tina arch into her. She could imagine the sweet smile turning to a ***** one, a blissful one, and she could imagine the heat between them. She could imagine the pace, the sound.

     

    What she suddenly realized she couldn’t imagine was any of it ending at daylight tomorrow, in time for her to catch her flight. She couldn’t imagine walking away with no thought of that smile, or that sexiness directed only towards her. She couldn’t imagine the story where Tina would be “the desk clerk at the hotel in Detroit.” Not only that girl, the one with a first name and nothing other; a simple, quick ***** in a mediocre hotel, in a city that gets no respect.

     

    What the *****? Bette thought to herself, wincing.

     

    Before she could give over entirely to the ramifications of these thoughts, all thought was interrupted. She jumped slightly in surprise, and touched her hand to her heart by reflex. Then, with eyes widening, she breathed deeply and stepped towards the bedside, reaching to answer the phone.

     

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    1. Now I see where you are going with this, so I take back calling you a tease. Bette’s feelings for Tina are coming into play. Maybe she’ll ask Tina to go to LA with her.

    6. Great… I have absolutely no idea where you are going with this story… none! I love it! Well I thank you so deeply because you managed to make my recovery weekend pass even slower… don’t we love the wait… the anxiety… i speak for myself and I do! I know you havemore chapter already finished… please post them. I need more prespective

    7. I love this story. I am totally hooked. Where have you been? Your analysis of Bette’s psyche in this chapter was insightful and very interesting. IMO, you compare on a par with the best writers on this site.

    13. Just found your story last night and went back and read all of this portion and love it. Will Bette take Tina to LA with her because she so does not want the tryst to end the next morning. Great story. Post soon pease. Thanks.

    14. Oh…the phone call. Both have the same feelings of not wanting it to end and it’s only just begun. Bette has met her match in Tina. Hmmm…wonder what Tina’s first words are going to be? Please continue.

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