For two days in a row Bette cursed herself roundly. She might as well forget about Tina. Instead of giving her Bettes number or asking for Tinas, Bette just stood there watching that gold hair disappear. It must have been that kiss. Bette felt Tinas lips against her own for hours afterwards, the pressurethe sheen of lip-gloss that came off onto Bettesthe peachy taste of it. Or the nerves that were jumbledBettes hands shook for a full half hour after Tina left. Papers just fell out when she picked them up. Only when Bette was leaving to go home did she realize she had no contact number, no way of calling Tina. Then it occurred to her that her cell phone would have it, but noBette didnt want to crowd Tina. What if she wanted to run away from Bette? But she knew that wasnt the case, she was absolutely sure that Tina kissed her back, she certainly didnt pull away. And she lingered quite a bit before leaving. Christ.this seduction business is tiring. Resolving to herself to give Tina a week, one week before Bette would call her; she drove home gripping the steering wheel till her hands turned white. That night Bette could not sleep. Instead she stared at the ceiling. Then her hand crept from her throat to her chest, Bette slipped her hand under her shirt and felt her breast. Closing her eyes Bette imagined herself feeling Tina up, she massaged her nipple and with her other hand felt her stomach. Bette circled her hand feeling the flatness of her abs, warming her stomach up she pressed lower. Sipping both hands now in her night pants Bette arched her neck, god she was so wet. Bettes fingers were slick with sexual excitement. Bette rub softlyslowlyimagining Tinas fingersimagining her face above Bettes teasing. Imagining taking Tina from behind, Bettes hands on her back her face against Tinas spine. She imagined all the dirty words Bette would whisper to Tina. With that Bette pressed harder and the pressure sent her nerves raging, waves of exquisite pleasure sent her innards in a whirl. When she reached her peak Bette no longer was in control; however Tinas peachy taste ran across her tongue and made the climax sweeter. Recovering, sweat prickling her forehead Bette laughed and laughed and laughed. Her eyesight was blurred and she smiled into her pillow.