Bette picked up her purse and rose, holding her hand out to the wonderful doubting woman in front of her.

They walked side by side, holding hands casually, enjoying the warm LA day around them. Tina sipped a blue raspberry slushie while Bette bit into an overfull chili dog.

Bette glanced over at Tina, who was staring contentedly at the geese in the low fenced pond. She had never really thought to do this with anyone else, and really, she couldn’t see herself ever doing this again with a different person. The woman walking beside her had spoiled this scenario for anyone else. She ran her thumb over Tina’s knuckles and smiled when Tina looked back at her.

The two women walked together, smiling contentedly at one another as they went. Bette pulled Tina closer to her and wrapped an arm around the blonde’s trim waist. Tina laid her head against Bette’s shoulder, leaning slightly on the taller woman. They remained like that, still walking, enjoying the feel of the other.

Bette separated herself from Tina first, her hand remaining lightly draped across Tina’s waist. She looked down at her companion and asked, “Do you want to sit down somewhere? Enjoy the view a little better?”

Tina chuckled as she ran through all the suggestive things she could put in as a reply. “Yeah, that sounds good.” She said in place of all the go-to lines. She glanced up and nodded toward the top of a hill. “How about there?”

Bette looked over at the vacant hill and nodded. “Looks good to me.”

Bette removed her arm from around Tina’s waist and took her hand instead, leading her to the hill she chose. They sat comfortably on the plush green grass, which made for an adequate cushion. Bette sat behind Tina, who rested against her athletic counterpart. She sighed as she relaxed into Bette, reveling in the feel of her breasts pressing against her back. She could definitely get used to this, Tina thought, as a small smile of contentment appeared on her face.

Bette snaked her arms around Tina and leaned against her, both of them using the other for support. She rested her chin on Tina’s shoulder and sighed, looking out at the pond where a few lingering geese swam freely.
Tina’s scent drifted up to Bette’s nose almost immediately, the ghost of her heady perfume toyed with Bette’s mental functions. She turned her head in to Tina’s neck, her nose brushing lightly just below the curve of her jaw. Bette smiled when she felt a sigh escape Tina’s body.