Tina dipped her head down now and slid her lips over the wet entrance to Bette, which had been freshly coated while Tina brushed her lips repeatedly over Bette’s mound. Tina felt Bette shudder, almost like the way Tina had shuddered when Bette had ran her mouth over her entrance that first time.  Tina licked her lips, enjoying once again the singular, tangy, delicious taste of Bette.

When it had been her turn to go down on Bette that first night, shyly at first, uncertain about what to do, and about whether she’d like the taste of any woman, she’d hesitated. Nevertheless, she continued after that moment’s hesitation, given her desire for the brunette.  She knew if there’d be one, it would indeed be Bette’s.

Tina knew by the end of that first time with Bette that she’d fully succumbed to the whole idea of having a woman as a lover, once she’d gotten that taste and filled her mouth with Bette’s sweet nectar after Bette had come with Tina’s tongue inside her.

“What could I have been afraid of?” she’d asked herself. Bette was the lover she didn’t realize she’d been searching for, the other half of her being, the one she thought she’d never find.

From then on, she’d grown steadily hooked on the tangy taste of Bette, almost addicted to it, feeling as intensely about it as she’d felt about Bette’s love, which had steadily grafted itself into Tina’s heart. Her relief at recapturing both Bette’s love and that singular essence, after they’d reunited in Paris following their almost year-long separation was immense.  It had taken her months to get over the intense feeling of relief — there’d been many nights after they returned to New York together when she’d wept with joy as she came.

“I thought I would die from happiness …” Tina said quietly, continuing her story, looking up at Bette again.

She gave Bette a slow, gentle, lick with the flat of her tongue, dragging her outer lips over the tips of Bette’s labia, blowing a warm breath ever so slightly to stimulate the brunette even more.

“I realized just how skilled a lover you were when you made love to me that first time,” Tina whispered, as she gazed at the glistening core of Bette’s opening, and inhaled again. “But I wondered about what you thought of me, about how well you liked how I tasted, how my taste compared with every other woman you’ve…”   Tina cut herself off as Bette sat up slightly and slid her fingers into the blonde’s hair, entwining them in the silken tresses, pulling Tina’s head closer to her mound while simultaneously moving her hips forward and spreading her legs wider.  Tina understood and allowed her thoughts to scatter to the four winds, losing herself in the moment as she burrowed her face into Bette.