Bette always found the nape and neck of a woman most seductive and sensually arousing. Japanese Geisha utilized that aspect of their body best. The kimono concealed the natural curvature and voluptuousness of their body but contrastingly, designed with the collar open and drop back just right below the nape. Their hair also finely weaved up, to expose and heightened the allure of fantasy with a glimpse of that fine, creamy, and delectable neck just above the nape.

She worshipped every spots along Tina’s nape and neck. Bette insanely lost herself in the feel of Tina’s skin to her lips. Her fantasy was being fulfilled and Tina made it a reality. Bette dreamily blazed her lips up and down Tina’s nape and neck. Tina squirmed and moaned in response, emboldened Bette to inches up the arm on Tina’s waist and cupped her breast. Tina gasped and stomach clenched by the suddenness of Bette’s hand.

In the haze of lust, Bette overlooked Tina’s slight tenseness as the firmness in her hand override clarity. Her other hand impatiently peeled one strap off Tina’s shoulder, attempting to free the obstructing garment from imminent skin contact. Tina stiffened and started breathing erratically. She was panicking and Bette unmistakably caught it this time. Bette engulfed Tina’s trembling frame in a protective hold. “I love you, I love you” Bette rocked and swayed until the softness returned to Tina’s body.

That was how far thing went. Even though Bette reassured her that it was no one’s fault, that thing didn’t happen, she felt like a complete failure and too embarrassed to face Bette. Bette had offered to leave but for her own sake, she asked Bette to stay, hoping to salvage whatever left of a beautiful evening cuddling in Bette’s arm.

As soon as Bette disappeared behind the bathroom door, Tina quickly discarded her negligee and slipped on her pajamas. No use wearing something so provocative with no chance of follow through, Tina reasoned and sighed dejectedly before slipping under her cover of disappointment. The short wait for Bette’s return gave Tina ample time to reflect on what almost happened. The more she thought about it, the more embarrass and horrified she become. The cover expectedly receives a welcoming tug from Tina, tightly as she curled up in a defensive fetal hold under its care.