Tina once again met her eyes and the warmth flowed between them.

“Want to play a game of dare Tina?” Bette teased her, her eyes egging Tina to play along.

“If you like.” Tina smiled. “What did you have in mind?”

“I dare you to get in this pool and let me ***** you?” Bette said huskily never taking her eyes from Tina’s.

“No thanks.”

“I never took you as being a coward Tina.”

“I’m not.”

“Prove it.”

Bette swam closer to her and as she reached the steps at the side of the pool she hoisted herself out and started walking back towards Tina, a mischievous grin plastered over her face.

“Don’t come any closer Bette?”

“Or what?”

“Or you get very wet.” Tina replied picking up the hose that was laid on the deck.

“Oh I am so scared.” She carried on walking towards her.

“I mean it.”

“T, how wet would I get? I’ve already been in the pool.”

“Bloody wet.” She turned the jet which went from a trickle to a blast and waggled it in the air, inadvertently showering herself with drips.

“As wet as you are now.” Bette asked.

Thinking she was referring to her lack of hose control, Tina glowered at her.

“As wet and slippy and hot and bothered and horny and turned -on as Tina? Bette spoke in a hypnotic chant. 

Tina felt the hosepipe start to wobble as her hands started to shake.

“Deny it.” She was still walking towards her. “Deny you’re so wet you don’t know what to do with yourself.”

“Get lost Bette.”

“You can’t can you? You can’t deny it.”

Tina thrust the hosepipe in front of her and let Bette have it full in the face.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.”

The next thing Tina knew Bette had tackled her and she was flying backwards, Bette’s arms around her waist, straight in to the pool.

“You b- b-*****!” She spluttered, choking on the water.

“*****!” Bette held her under.

Tina hammered on Bette’s chest and kicked out, convinced for the moment that she was fighting for her life. Bette was drowning her. Well, she wasn’t going down without a fight.