"You wanna get out of here?" Bette asked.

Holy shit. I was only able to nod. She grabbed my hand and pulled me off the dance floor. We walked hand in hand to a dark blue Saab where she opened the door for me. We drove out of Sunset Boulevard in silence and into a suburban neighborhood with big two story houses.

She parked the Saab in the driveway of a light blue house with a single porch light on. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said getting out of the car the walking around to open my door.

"Humble?" I said getting out of the car. She offered me her arm and I took it.

"This house was an inheritance," Bette said, "I’m not rich or anything."

"Well it’s a beautiful house," I commented as I followed her inside. I’m sure if I gave her the time she would have offered me a drink or something, but I jumped on her like a mad, horny woman. I honestly don’t think she was complaining though because she carried me and walked me to her bedroom. She never broke the kiss the entire time.

I didn’t know my shirt was off until I felt her satin sheets rubbing against my bare back. I’m so glad I didn’t wear a bra.

I felt her grinding against me and I tugged at her blouse, desperate to feel her skin.

She broke the kiss the pull the shirt off then I worked on her bra.

The moment our bare breasts rubbed together we let out collective moans. Then our hands were desperately clawing at each other’s pants. I don’t think I’ve ever been this desperate before in my entire life.

I felt her fingers on my clit and I groaned. How the hell did she do that!? I moved our hand in between us and slipped them into her pants which I had managed to open.

She moaned into my ear and started rocking her hips. Oh shit, I’m gonna fucking come! Gotta take her with me…

I moved my fingers as fast as I could and I heard her gasps.

"Yes, Tina, ohh yes!"

Her voice. Oh her low, sexy voice. With a long groan I arched up and came hard. She was right behind me, trembling against me.

And you wanna know what’s beautiful about being a woman? Being multi-orgasmic. That was the first of many, MANY orgasms that night, and by the time we fell onto the bed in exhaustion, it was almost dawn.

"Damn," I breathed.

"Hey T," Bette said-she had made up the nickname during one of her orgasms when she couldn’t finish saying my name- "you wanna have a second date?"

"One where we actually talk and get to know each other?" I laughed.

Bette chuckled, "yeah, exactly."

"I’d love to," I said.

"T, your phone has been blinking for an hour now," Bette said.

I looked at the phone on the dresser blinking brightly. "It’s a text," I said picking it up and reading it. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw it.

"What?" Bette asked.

"It’s from Alice," I said.

"What’d she say?" Bette said.

I smiled and responded, "she said, ‘checkmate.’"