She copied my action making me writh and moan underneath her. Her hands moved down to my shorts and pushed them down my legs along with my panties.

When I felt her fingers running up and down my slit, carefully avoiding my clit, I started squirming like a virgin.

"Bette!" I groaned.

Bette chuckled at my frustration and said, "so wet."

"Bitch," I moaned softly smiling at her.

She smiled back at me and lowered herself down my body until she was face to face with my wet, throbbing, center.

"Ohh fuck!" I moaned arching my back when Bette pressed her tongue flat against my clit. She started swirling it around, tantalizingly slow and I started grinding my hips against her. "God, that feels so good!"

"Mmm," Bette moaned in agreement taking my little nub into her mouth and sucking on it. Hard.

"Ahhh! Oh my God!" I screamed arching my back and throwing my head back.

Then she stopped abruptly and laughed saying, "so good."

"Ugh! Why’d you stop?" I snapped at her as she grinned mischievously.

"You called me a bitch!" she said with a fake pout.

"Oh yeah?" I said sitting up, "well I can be a bitch too."

Bette laughed loudly as I tickled her sides and turned us around so that I was on top. It was the only way to top Bette Porter. Just tickle her.

I moved myself down to her center before she could overpower me with her superior strength and flicked my tongue out onto her.

"Ahh yes!" Bette moaned her laughing dying down instantly.

I licked her furiously, my tongue working on its own accord. I memorized her body and I knew by instinct already where to lick and just how to lick it.

Bette was gasping and panting underneath me and I felt her tensing up. With a smirk I pulled back and was met with her frustrated glare.

"Okay, maybe I was a bitch," Bette said smiling at me trying to hide her sexual frustration but failing.

I laughed and motioned her to sit up. "Together," I said pressing my lips against hers, tasting myself and in the process letting her taste herself. We both moaned into the euphoric kiss then parted.

Bette bit her bottom lip and moved her hand in between us and I moved mine in the same manner.
Her hand slipped into my pants and mine slipped into hers, and we both moaned at the contact.

I didn’t waste any time and I moved my fingers to push up inside of her. She moaned and arched against me mimicking my actions with her own hands.

Then we were both writhing and grinding together against each other’s hands. Our moans filled the thick, lust-filled air, and then we crumbled together. Trembling we fell to the couch with Bette on top of me.

"Damn," Bette panted, "I love you."

"I love you too," I panted back hugging her to my chest and drifting off to sleep.

When I closed my eyes I saw Dana again, smiling proudly at me.

I waved at her and she waved back saying, "good decision."