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    Are You Gonna Finish That? – Part 6 — Sequel to Satin Sheets

    Story written on October 27, 2004 by cramit.
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    Breakfast Part 2: Dishes? We don’t clean no stinking dishes.

    Bette, what did I tell you before about putting something on..


    Pushing back slightly into Tina, Bette tried to keep her voice neutral as answered her wife.


    Ive already made it through breakfast, T.


    Keeping her left hand resting on Bettes hip, Tina slid her right hand down, cupping Bette through the soft cotton of her panties.


    Maybe, but Im not finished yet.


    Slowly moving her fingertips in tight circles, Tina raised her other hand up along her wifes back, curling her fingers into the dark tresses and moving them aside. With her eyes closed, Tina ran her cheek along the smooth skin at the nape of Bettes neck, nuzzling the baby curls with her nose and kissing the slight protrusions of vertebrae running along the column between Bettes neck and shoulders. Never slowing the teasing pace of her fingers moving against the warmth between her wifes legs, Tina brought her left hand down to run her fingernails slowly along the smooth skin of Bettes inner thigh, her own warmth increasing as she heard Bettes throaty groan.


    Bette was having a hard time knowing which hand to focus on, as each one was steadily driving her crazy with want. Standing there, in just a wife-beater and white cotton panties, legs spread with Tinas hands teasing her, Bette never felt more vulnerable and yet more secure. The sunlight streaming into the kitchen, casting everything in bright yellows and warm shadows, only served to make Bette feel exposed to the wide open space of the kitchen. And in the most secret part of her, she had to acknowledge that it was turning her on intensely.


    Spreading her feet a little wider, Bette arched her back a bit, trying to draw more contact between Tinas fingers and the wet ache she was creating with each tight pass of her fingertips. Bette dropped her head forward, her mahogany curls swallowing a moan as she felt her wetness starting to seep through her panties, brushing against Tinas fingers. Faintly hearing an answering moan behind her through the curtain of her hair, Bette started to move her hips, timing it so that Tinas fingers moved against her in a steadily increasing rhythm. Bette moved her hand a little further along the countertop gaining more leverage as she felt the weakening tingle begin in her legs, using her other hand to cover Tinas, silently commanding her to push a little harder.


    Tina had to admit that it was ***** as ***** having Bettes hand covering hers, as she moved against the wetness starting to soak through the front of her wifes panties. And she let Bette move with her, let the pleasure start to build inside her, stifling a moan with each pass of Bettes hard ***** through the cotton against her fingertips. She had intended to simply tease her wife, to get her wet and ready for her mouth and her fingers but that plan was quickly going out those open kitchen windows. Opening her eyes to glance down their bodies, Tina felt her own wetness start to warm the inside of her upper thighs at the sight of her wifes golden caramel skin moving against her. Tina reached forward and gripped Bettes wrist resting on the countertop, dropping her forehead between her wifes shoulder blades, feeling the muscles moving against her cheeks.


    With heavy moans and halting breaths, Bette felt her ***** pulse and flutter, tightening against Tinas hand as she came in a sudden rush. Pushing hard with her own hand against Tinas, Bette used her other hand to pull Tina close to her, resting forward on their joined forearms against the countertop. Struggling to catch her breath, Bette was grateful for Tinas warm body behind her as she slowly rose up, pressing close as her body trembled through the *****.


    Jesus, Tina.


    Tina had to smile at the wavering note in Bettes voice, hearing the satisfaction but also knowing her wife long enough to recognize the desire still roiling beneath the surface. Gently sliding her hands till they came to rest along the small of Bettes back, Tina ran her fingers along the muscles there, pushing Bettes wife beater up over her shoulders, raising Bettes arms as she removed the tank top and tossed it behind them. Stepping back, Tina slipped her thumbs beneath the waistband of her wifes panties and slowly drew them down her toned legs, following their progress down until she was kneeling at Bettes feet. Slowly raising each foot until the underwear joined the tank top behind her, Tinas mouth watered at the sight before her. Groaning deeply, Tina reached up and turned Bettes hips until she was facing her. Without warning, Tina leaned forward, pressing her thumbs against her wifes wet ***** and running her tongue, deep and slow, in one long stroke as she pushed up from her kneeling position to stand before Bette. Seizing Bettes lips in a wet, open kiss, Tina pulled at Bettes hands encouraging her to remove her white t-shirt, anxious to feel that warm mocha skin against her.


    Feeling those hands guiding her own to remove Tinas shirt, Bette deepened the kiss, stopping only when the shirt needed to continue its journey off of her wifes body. Grasping both of Tinas wrists in each of her hands, Bette brought their hands behind Tinas back, pressing their ***** together as she began a thorough seduction of Tinas mouth. Acutely aware of standing naked in their sunlit kitchen, Bette concentrated on the feel of Tina’s lips against hers, the taste of her tongue, still sweet from breakfast, as it played with her own. Releasing Tinas wrists and grabbing the back of her pajama bottoms, Bette trailed her mouth down Tinas chin, nipping at her jaw line as started to pull down on the elastic. So lost was she in the taste of Tinas clean skin, that she was unprepared for her wifes sudden movement.


    Stepping back abruptly, Tina broke contact with her wife, reaching back to gently take Bettes hands in her own, placing them palms down across the countertop again. Moving a little further back, Tina took a hold of her pajama bottoms and slowly starting to pull them down, locking eyes with her beautiful wife.


    I want you up on that counter, Bette.


    Seeing the desire spark in Bettes face, translated into delicately flared nostrils and heavy lidded eyes, Tina continued her morning seduction.


    The longer it takes for you, the longer it takes for me. Tinas husky voice traveled straight to Bettes wet center, as she let the elastic snap against her waist to emphasize her point. Using her thumbs to hold the front of the waistband down, Tina let Bette see just the beginning of the fine hairs covering her *****. Exhaling loudly, Tina couldnt control the tremor that ran through her as she watched Bette push up with ease, her smooth shoulder muscles bunching and relaxing as she came to rest on top of the counter.


    Hmmmm…good, baby. Tina rewarded her wife by sliding the pajama bottoms further down her hips, exposing the slope of her hipbones and the golden hairs, curling with honeyed wetness, at her center. Feeling her heart pound harder as she heard Bettes moan, her eyes transfixed on Bette’s mouth. As her wife brought just the tip of her tongue out to wet her bottom lip, Tina once again spoke to Bette.


    Move back a little and spread your legs for me, baby. Swallowing hard against a suddenly dry throat, Tina continued to slide the pajamas down, letting them slide over her hips and pool at her feet just as Bette settled that delicious body against the countertop. With her hands supporting her weight behind her, back arched presenting hard nipples begging for attention, and those finely muscled legs spread, knees bent and resting over the edge of the counter, Bette was the sexiest thing that Tina ever laid her eyes upon.


    Pushing her pajama bottoms aside with one foot, Tina turned briefly, her right hand reaching behind her towards the table, finally turning back to Bette. Smirk firmly in place, Tina kept her hand hidden from Bettes hungry gaze and confidently stepped forward until she was flush against her wifes warm inner thighs.


    T, what are you hiding? Bette asked, struggling to concentrate as the nearness of Tinas body was wreaking havoc with her senses.


    So focused was she on the heated look Tina was giving her, she didnt have time to register Tinas hand coming from behind her back and sliding along her inner thigh. Only when the coolness of the strawberry touched the heat of her swollen lips, did Bettes body respond properly to what was happening.

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    2. Hot damn crammit. And, what’s up with you and Sparta on taking turn humping your own laptop? You guys need to write more chapters to let the steam out not humping the electric equipments.

    6. Back from lunch. I had a Margarita to calm my shattered nerves. Now that I’m nice and relaxed I think I’ll take another read through of the story. Ooops, better close the office door….just in case ;-)

    7. I’ve been sitting here for five minutes trying to come up with something to say about how incredibly hot this chapter is and all that comes to my mind is, ‘well fuck me running!’ and I have no idea what that means!!!

    8. Thanks, cramit. No music to read this? I’m returning Tusday, you think I’ll find some new chap? You didnt believe I’m quiting my best adiction, did you?
      Olives, pleaseeee, write for us you marvellous film, pleaseeeee

    9. Why I keep doing me this!??? Why I read at work??? Why my wife is in Madrid???? Whyyyyyyy?
      Thanks God I’m flying to her tomorrow morning!!!!
      I have to stop reading this!! Sorry, but I have to.

    17. Ok, now I’m listening. Miss Poems (even if I found a lot of tricky) and miss also Anything. Roads is too much, remind me some Lfan music video. Too much. Thanks.
      Can you convince Olives to give us some post soon?

    18. Oh. My. God. Olives? Olives Olives?? Olives Olives Olives??? *lol* Sorry. Was I stuttering? I can’t tell you how happy I am that you read this. *cheesy grin* And you’re welcome for the note, but all thanks goes to you for writing your stories. :D You got me grinning all day.

      rxz–I’ll def. have a new chapter up by then. By tomorrow even. And there was music. Had a little “Silence” by Delerium w/Sarah McLachlan, a little “Poems” by Tricky (though more for the music than the lyrics. *lol*), a little “Culture Move” by Asian Dub Foundation when I needed a pick-me up, and my standards: “Anything” by Janet Jackson, “Angel” by Massive Attack and “Roads” by Portishead. :D

      FFC–*LOL* That was cute. But no. :P A certain image of one Bette Porter and one Tina Kennard were foremost in my mind.

      Ajakes–*LMAO* Do you need me to hold you? :P You’re crazy. *lol*

      HtPr/Amda–I’ll check it out and see what’s the what. :)

      Sparta–mama, please don’t damage that laptop. I need your story like I need air to breathe. *lol* The need to make Tina and Bette better than Teddy and Bette is what drives me. ;) And querida, you damn sure have written something this riveting. It’s called all 69 of your chapters. :P

      Str8, fizzle, Ted, vivi, Nan, bvhall, s, luvtoys, lovingyou, tamaratag: Thank you SOOOOOO freaking much for reading and taking the time to comment.

      Gotta admit, I had a little fun writing this one. :D

    20. “Do you need me to hold you?” Yes, I do. However, I may not want to let go. :)

      On the other hand, I would not want to upset your significant other with my shameless flirtation.

      There is no way someone as incredibly talented as yourself is single. Lucky, lucky gal.

      You made this straight girls knees buckle…and I’m not sure that’s such a bad thing. (smiles)

      looking forward to the next chapter…

    21. I just got home from working all night and I don’t know how I expect to go to bed and sleep after reading this. Hopefully I’ll sweet B&Tina dreams today. :)

    22. Try “Numb” by Portishead, that’s good too. I have an affinity for “Roads” from before it was used for that doo-doo on the L Word. :) So I’m able to block out the bad images that song might invoke.

      And I’d LOOOOOOOOVE to get Olives to post soon. Unfortunately, I’m pretty sure the frequency of posts are work-related so unless I hit the lottery and make an anonymous donation and hopes it reaches Olives in her real life, we are at her mercy. :D

    24. Now that I have regained my composure, I am imploring you to hold me as well and unlike Ajakes who is still skeptical about her sexuality (Wink, wink:))I won’t be letting you go anytime soon.. There is no might about it. It is definite. I am not letting you go.. I am not letting you go.. So come and get my love with your bad self!

    28. okay, last post, i promise.

      can i just state for the record that this chapter ALL BY ITSELF makes anything I’ve read (along these lines) seem absolutely mundane!

      i’m done now. God Save The Queen. (i work for brits, whatdayawant?)

    29. Oh my God, this is definitely your hottest yet, Cramit. Unbelievable! And I really enjoyed the nod to my favorite goddess, Ani Difranco, very cool.
      Only I wish I hadn’t read it after just getting OUT of the shower…

    32. Sunday? *sheepish grin* I think I might have channeled Ani inadvertantly. I went through my story and I can’t figure out where her influence was. I listen to her all the time so not sure if my brain is spewing shit out without my permission. Where’s the nod?

      *lol* I feel a little silly asking about my own story. :P

    34. *LMAO* Ajakes and Str8, I think you guys need to “hold” each other, eh? ;) And no holding back on the details. And I’M the tease. Sheesh. :)

      RN1, glad I could have something waiting for you when you got back from working hard all night. And you want to talk about missing words? You guys should read this thing before I edit it. *LOL*

      Work is apparently mounting a coup and taking me away from finishing the next chapter. Hopefully, I’ll get a reprieve once I get home and can have it up by late tonight.

    35. DAMN…that’s insane. ***retrieving laptop from front lawn***

      you’re the shit, for real. in 69 chapters i haven’t written anything this riveting and um…hot. rock on witcha bad self.

    37. *sigh* I love that song. Her voice. It’s a sad song but damn if I don’t repeat it a couple of times before I let the CD advance. That song reminds me of walking along my campus in the winter with my headphones on heading to class. Whew.

      “she says forget what you have to do
      pretend there is nothing
      outside this room
      and like an idea she came to me
      but she came too late
      or maybe too soon
      i said please try not to love me
      close your eyes, i’m turning on the light
      you know i have no vacancy
      and it’s awfully cold outside tonight.”

      Goddess indeed.

    39. Oh man. College and Ani are intertwined. I saw “All Over Me”, got rocked by that kissing scene, went out and bought the album and came across Ani’s “Anticipate”. I’d bought her “Both Hands” single with the remixes because I liked one of the artists that did the remix. Not even because I knew who Ani was or knew that song. *lol* Fell in love with the single, fell in love with Anticipate from the All Over Me soundtrack and went out and bought Like I Said. Listening to that album, as I walked around campus and just trying to process shit was crazy. Crazy. I put that album on and I’m right back on campus.

    40. Last post, my ass, sparta. After the buckshot of comments I leave all over your story? I’m hoping for at least 3 or 4 more comments. Por favor, mama? Para mi?

      And thank you so much for your compliment. Of course I humbly disagree, but you made me feel good just the same. ;)

    42. “from behind the curtain of her hair” is a line in the song “She Says,” which is clearly a song about two women in bed together, which of course I think is cool, lol, so I loved it! (the song and your story!!)

    43. Ah, bittersweet memories… Funny how I am now back strolling along my own college campus, feeling unrequited… Ha, those were the days… (although they weren’t all that long ago…)

    44. Did you hear that crash? That was me falling off my chair. I’m okay now….really. I thought I was smart this time; I got a cold drink and closed the door to my office before reading this. Half way through while keeping my eyes on the screen I reached for said soda and somehow missed causing my chair to flip over. But guess what, my eyes never left the screen, never left the sight of Bette in all her glory on that countertop. Okay, let me dust myself off and open up the office door.

      This was truly amazing Cramit.

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