Bette knew full well the situation her words had put the beautiful blonde in. She loved these types of moments truthfully, where she was able to witness first-hand the power that her own sexuality and confidence could have over another…feeling this made her offer a wide, warming smile to Tina as she replied “For an afternoon swim and some lunch I mean.”

Tina felt the pleasurable anxiety lift suddenly, and was actually sad to feel it leave her. In the same sense, Bette’s words and clarity about her offer did make it easier for Tina to regain her composure and she smiled and looked across at Bette to say “That sounds perfect.”

The car pulled up to the cutest bungalow that Tina had ever seen. It was so inviting, so tasteful…everything she expected it to be and more.

Once inside, Bette gave Tina the quick tour. She shared some stories about certain pieces of art that she had, telling Tina where she purchased them and why they were special to her. Tina marveled at how neat and tidy everything was and she smiled to herself thinking how they were very different in this regard.

Tina excused herself to use the washroom and when she returned to the kitchen Bette was standing there with a bathing suit and a towel. “I realize you aren’t exactly prepared for an afternoon of lounging by the pool” she said, holding her offering out for Tina to take.

While Tina was changing, Bette herself removed her clothes and smiled thinking how it had been so recently that she had dressed into this outfit that morning. She loved how life and circumstance can so quickly change one’s day. She also couldn’t help but realize that she felt a bit nervous choosing a suit and this somewhat shocked her. “God calm down Porter, she’s incredibly sexy, but she’s also incredibly straight…and taken!” she said to herself. “Don’t be nervous…just breathe and take the day as it comes” she continued under her breath.

Right across the hall from where Bette was calming her fears, Tina was in the washroom quelling her own. She felt like a school girl, damp hands reminding her that she was perhaps more nervous than she even realized. The butterflies in her stomach kept their circling pace and she worried about whether Bette would like the way she looked in her black bikini.