With a simple glance, Bette turned to look over her shoulder, silently pleading to be given a minute to end her call. She couldn’t be embarrassed too miserably in a conversation with a colleague or an artist.

“Bette … No, I prefer Bette, actually. Mrs. Porter isn’t fitting for those with whom I work so closely … Yes, okay. Thank you … Okay. Bye.”

Once Bette was off the phone, she had to laugh at Tina’s audacity: “What the hell was that?! How did you even do that? – And where did my pants go?”

Tina grinned, clearly proud of herself. “Mmm … I might tell you later … as long as you give me one thing … One simple thing, and I’ll leave you alone to your work.”

“Oh, really?” Bette smiled, turning onto her back to lock eyes with her incredible woman. Tina’s persistence was entertaining and endearing all at once. “One thing, huh …?”

Bette’s attitude was dissolving so quickly that Tina felt she could be bold. “Yes … just don’t stop me.”

The laugh that followed warmed Tina’s heart, and excited her anew. Bette could be so carefree and impetuous that it rivalled her own behavior.

“Tina, Tina, Tina … What am I going to do with you?”

“Let me do what I want,” Tina asked in a whisper so dominant Bette felt powerless to resist. Instead, she decided that work really had no place in their bed. But still, she held the booklet in her hands, willing to keep at their game.

Bette tried not to act as affected as she felt when Tina tenderly pulled her panties off and dropped them to the floor. She busied herself within the booklet, trying to focus on a word or a picture or anything but the reminder of her wife’s sensual talents. If she were to keep up with their game, concentration would be necessary, although she rightly feared it would seen leave her.

“I … I thought I told you I was busy …?” Bette asked, gasping when Tina easily parted her legs.

Tina was pleased to have her wife on her back – legs spread. She gently got down onto her stomach, and lovingly licked her way over Bette’s thighs. She sucked and even nipped at those sensitive legs. “… I’m busy, too …”