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    Bette’s Loss and Gain (Part Six)

    Story written on December 17, 2004 by PortiaOnly.
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    Bette’s coming out.

    They held each other close, fitting quite well together.  Bette’s hand slid up Gail’s body, a hand lightly touching her *****, then up to her hip, further to her waist, and then the outer edges of her breast.  Holding her like this felt so different from holding Ash.  Not that the way Ash felt against her was bad, because it wasn’t.  She was just never moved the way she was now.  It hadn’t been bad, but it certainly hadn’t been right, now that she knew what right felt like.

     

    Bette’s wrapped her arms around Gail’s neck and swayed with Gail who moved them easily around the room.  Gail chuckled.

     

    Pushing back, but refusing to let go of the contact, Bette looked at Gail.  “What’s so funny?”

     

    Gail pulled Bette back against her body and whispered in her ear.  “You are.  You keep telling me how you need control, but guess who’s leading this dance?”

     

    Bette stopped moving.  “Uh…I – I…you’re leading?”

     

    “Yeah, I am.”

     

    “I’m used to it, I guess.  I’ve only danced with men before.”

     

    “That’s fine, Bette.  Don’t change.”  Gail smiled down at her.  “There should be one thing that you’re willing to let someone else take charge of.  It’s good for the soul.”

     

    “How do women decide?”

     

    “What feels right, I suppose.”

     

    “I was thinking, this feels right.”

     

    “So it does.”

     

    Bette’s head tilted up and she kissed Gail passionately, her tongue sliding across Gail’s closed lips until she finally allowed entrance.   Then her tongue moved across her teeth, then changing course and plunging into her mouth, and swirling around.  Bette’s leg, which was innocently positioned between Gail’s legs, now was grinding against her in a most playfully provocative way.  Their tongues performed a heated duet together, back and forth, trying to swallow the other, pressing and pushing against the other’s tongue, teeth biting down on lips, and then Bette pulled away, her arms coming down to encircle Gail’s waist, her mouth latching onto Gail’s neck.  She greedily sucked at it until Gail pushed back.  “Slow down, Bette.  Please.  Let’s take this a little slower.”

     

    Bette took a deep breath.  She knew she needed to rein in her feelings.  Gail had told her several times to slow down.  It was wrong to push her into something she wasn’t ready for.  Bette worried that Gail was progressing at a snail’s pace because of her.  If that were the case, Bette would have to take some sort of action.  She knew what she wanted and she wanted it soon.

    _____

     

    Her overcharged mind finally fizzled out and Bette fell asleep in front of the fire.  Many hours later, Gail closed Maugham’s ‘The Razor’s Edge,’ slid onto the floor from her chair and snuggled up behind her.

     

    * * * * *

     

    Alice yawned.  “This had to be your first time because I know for a fact that you don’t waste time gettin’ busy.”

     

    “Shut up.”

     

    “Sorry, don’t mean to break the flow.  Continue.”

     

    * * * * * 

    End Part Six

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