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Canyons of the Past – Tina
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She’d led me to the rear of the small building, with a view that had overlooked a million lights. A cool breeze had carried marijuana smoke past us. A group of people – not that far away – had laughed by the pool.
“They won’t care. Come here, Baby.” Was all I’d had to say.
“I’ll be keeping your panties.” Bette had whooshed them down my unsteady legs. “Tina put your hand on my shoulder. Goddammit. You’re not falling over that cliff.”
Lightheaded, the cool air had licked at me, too, as I’d gripped her shoulder tighter. I’d felt her focused, serious, and sucking me. A taste of what I’d asked for. Her tongue had teased me – for one more moment – before she’d stopped.
She’d risen, and her weight had pressed against me.
“Do you like to have sex outdoors?”
“Oh God, that’s good.” I’d ached inside for her.
She had kissed me hard, and I’d rocked back against her hips with mine. “Dancing with you, I could feel this – you inside me.” I’d opened myself more to her, and wrapping my arms around her neck, I’d kissed her deeply, falling . . . for a lover, who could make me feel this way against the weathered boards of a garden shed.
”Mmmm.” We’d broken our kiss, and once again she was down on her knees. Her tongue had parted me, and rolled me in circles, and then up and down, and I’d grabbed the back of Bette’s neck, and had moaned for more.
She’d draw her lips and tongue from me, and with a look of such hunger in her eyes, she’d looked up at me. “Baby, I’m falling for you,” she’d finally whispered. Then, her tongue back on me, and her long fingers inside me, and I was so gone — and under her spell.
She’d risen from her knees – and her other arm had wrapped around me – and in a rolling beat against the wood.
The boards had creaked, the golden lights beyond me had gone out of focus, while she’d kissed me, and fucked me, and licked the salt from my neck – our love making, a drumming sound on the edge of a garden – she’d taken me faster toward my edge.
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Thanks, enjoyed it
The end of the story made me laugh hard! Your sense of humor is fantastic!
Enjoyed it the first time and again.
Thank you!
After their long awaited afternoon alone together – in the previous story titled, “Remembering Me” – we meet them at the beginning of “Canyons”, a beautiful story told back and forth in each of the lover’s points of view. However, in “Remembering Me” – the tale that precedes “Canyons” there’s a very amusing prepping for seduction scene with Bette, where part of the way through it, she imagines herself as a high diver, and a sport’s announcers voice comes into her head. From there forward the love scene’s beginnings is fraught with her overarching anxiety, and is hilarious. It is here: http://bit.ly/LesFanRememberingMe ——- Following “Canyons” is an equally sexy tale, “Lightning Bugs”. It’s narrative is sequential, and I know you’ll enjoy it, too. — It picks up with them still in the car together at the trailhead, a lovely sexy moment, and at the end of “Lightning Bugs” the couple returns home, after a bizarre dinner with a pill-popping Alice, and Bette presses Tina with questions about her up and down mood swings. Tina tells Bette a strange tale from her past while they make love. The tale, as you can guess, includes Lightning Bugs.
A Reader called my attention to a story in this WeHo series that finds Bette at the silent retreat, “Not Another Word” is its title. I read it again late yesterday after I got her email. After the humor and sensuality of the last three stories described above, on Bette’s silent retreat, I was struck by how I had painted the pictures of the stillness Bette was there to seek with the Buddhists, but was instead so haunted with disturbing thoughts of her past missteps, gaffs, mistakes, and regrets. I wrote it in an amusing way only slightly, my purpose was to paint her mind chaffing at the quiet, and in so far as its portrayal goes, I was pleased with the deep emotions of hers that came through. It’s challenging to take a meditation’s focus on a droplet of water and expand that into a universe of thoughts when the mind is supposed to be quieting itself into one. Bette, naturally, fails the challenge. The stories that come after that one very blue-toned chapter, “Not Another Word” such as, “The Ant Farm” where Tina remembers a trip they took to Wales and making love near an old Druid ruins are entertaining to read. There’s the scene I created post-Dana’s funeral, where the group of friends steal her ashes, in the story, “Tomb Raider” Then, they must figure out what to do with them, now sealed in a Starbucks cup! It’s impossible for me not to make up something unusual, and at times, completely outrageous for their “behind the scenes” action. Please enjoy. Thanks to everyone for their PMs, tweets, and emails, as we take a step back to the past in the stories of mine in “WeHo: Behind the Scenes”. All for now, Blackbird
At the end of the story, and in the clickable comments under it, are links to the very amusing and sexy romp of a tale that preceded this one, “Remembering Me”, and immediately come after “Canyons”, in it’s original timelines, the link to the beautiful story, “Lightning Bugs”. All three in sequence, are wonderful insights into the period just after Angelica came home, and our favorite couple were rekindling their love for each other.
When BETTE gets sex on the brains no dance floor,no barn door,not even TINA can get her to back down.BETTE is the master of blocking TINA’s protests that she should ‘ve been a ball player.When the need for TINA outweighs the risks BETTE plays to win even if she has to use her tongue to do it.thanks