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    Bette’s Beginning Ch 8

    The girls calmed down a bit and started to pack their clothes into their bags.
    As Erin bent over the tie on her bikini top came undone.
    Oh *****, Bette, can you fix this for me?

    She turned her back to Bette and gracefully lifted her long blonde hair away from her back. Bette, her heart suddenly beating a hundred miles a minute, gently took the strings and pulled them back.

    She couldnt help it, as she asked Is this good? she leaned closer toward Erin so that she her body was less than an inch from Erins back and her face just brushed Erins hair. Erins sweet scent surrounded Bette at such close proximity and she felt her kneels getting weak.

    Perfect. Bette began to slowly, gently tie the strings in place while Erin continued to speak. I guess I did a pretty bad job of tying it before, but she reached up and grabbed the tie Bettes fingers had just let go of, that doesnt feel like its about to come undone soon.

    Bette was still recovering from being so close to Erin and being able to touch her, and completely missed what Erin said. Huh? Erin turned around to face her friend, placed her hands on Bettes shoulders and gave them a playful shake while smiling into her deep brown eyes, Lets go. Erin grabbed Bettes hand and they walked out of the changing rooms.

    On the way down to the beach both Bette and Erin were aware of the stares they were both getting. When they were almost down to the beach a boy of about 15 in an open front surf board rental let out a cat call as they walked by. Bette looked over at Erin and saw her looking back with her beautiful mischievous grin. The two burst out laughing while the boy continued is pathetic serenade. Erin looked back at him winked and waved and Bette followed her example. They began laughing again and as they walked away Erin gently snaked her arm around Bettes waist and leaned her head against Bettes shoulder.

    Bette felt her heart begin to race again and her thoughts became fuzzy. Every inch of skin that was in contact with Erin felt as if it was on fire. She was soon smiling so hard it hurt and feeling impossibly content and comfortable. All this despite knowing Erin was straight, despite knowing that she probably didnt intend her motion to have the effect it was. But how could she not mean it to be taken that way? thought Bette, but just then Erin turned her face up toward Bettes looked her in the eye and smiled sweetly before resting her head on Bettes shoulder again, and Bette decided just to not think about anything too much for the rest of the night.

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    Comments

    1. Seems like all kinda mixed signals are flying around. Erin is super touchy-feely. This has gotta be some kinda torture for our BP. Wonderful writing and I love the pace. You’re telling a great story. Pleasea continue to tell it your way.

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