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Bette’s House – Tina’s POV
I pulled up to my girlfriend’s house and parked in front. My nerves were getting the best of me on the way over, so I stopped at the nearest florist and picked up a small bouquet of light orange roses complimented by peach calla lilies. I thought flowers might make a good gift for a girlfriend. After all, I was still new at this whole dating-a-woman thing.
As I made my way up Bette’s driveway, I heard the Stouts playing. I smiled because I knew how popular they were going to be once they finally did get the record deal and distribution they deserved.
The sun had nearly set when I opened the back gate to see my gorgeous girlfriend taking photos of the band as they practiced.
She hadn’t noticed me yet, so I stealthily set the vase on her patio table and crept over to where she was standing.
Kit and Angus were smirking as they sang together. It was the same song they sang when Bette prowled her way through the Planet to get to me and we shared our first naughty dance. This time, it was I who was on the prowl for my lady love.
Bette held her camera a few inches in front of her face and I could see the band in the screen window over her shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around her thin waist and felt her slightly jump, before she realized it was me and settled back into my chest. I took advantage of my smaller position behind her and nestled my face in her hair, trying to inhale as much of her as I possibly could.
Feeling her twist her neck to look back at me, I stood on my tippy toes and rested my chin on her shoulder and grinned like an idiot at her. She was so perfect. I couldn’t believe I had snagged such a sexy woman to be my first girlfriend. She was simply amazing.
“Hey you.” I whispered earning a dazzling smile from her. I want to see that smile every day for the rest of my life, I thought to myself.
Turning around in my arms, she greeted me with a kiss that was so soft, I barely felt it. It evolved with a bit more pressure as she ran her fingers through the side of my hair and down my cheek.