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The waning gibbous moon still shone brightly in the night sky reflecting off the faint wispy tails of evening cirrus clouds that created a rainbow of color just below the celestial body. There was a slight breeze in the air that made the ambient temperature just right.
Amidst the soft hum of the bubbling water and the occasional crackling of the fire pit, soft giggles echoed from the hot tub in Tina’s backyard.
Both women relaxed, sitting across from one another in the warm water, enjoying the pulsating jets. As the foam gathered on the water’s surface, Tina swept her foot up Bette’s leg. The quirked eyebrow and goofy half smirk made Tina break out in a cheesy smile of her own.
“I’m sorry, sometimes it has a mind of its own,” the blonde said, referring to the rogue foot that rested atop Bette’s thigh underwater.
Bette took a sip of the glass of pinot grigio Tina had poured for her earlier, then set it on the brick wall next to the tub. Reaching down below the water, her hands found the wandering foot and gently squeezed it. Tina extended her leg and rested her head back against the wall of the hot tub with closed eyes.
“Mmmm. That feels good.” The sensation of Bette’s watery foot massage and the pressure of the jets against her skin heightened the eroticism of the moment for the blonde.
“This was a good idea.” Bette noted.
“Mmhmm. You should massage my feet every night.” Tina responded, her eyes still closed.
The brunette playfully pulled on Tina’s big toe eliciting a quick yelp. Chuckling deviously, Bette clarified her point.
“I meant it was a good idea coming over here to get in this hot tub.” She reached for Tina’s other foot and began rubbing that one too.
“I’m glad you decided to accept my invitation for a sleepover.” She said with a teasing smile.
“God, I’m sorry about my sister. She can be a real pain in the – ”
“Bette,” Tina interrupted. She set down her own wine glass and glided over to where Bette was propped up. “You don’t have to apologize for Kit.” She whispered, straddling the band manager’s lap. Her buoyancy prevented her from resting her entire weight on Bette.