Previously:

“Oh God let me come. Please let me come.” And Tina obeyed her. Her finger slid back from -Bette’s wet heat , and another joined it, pressed forward and thrust deep. Tina drew Bette’s clit between her lips, sucked and licked , and Bette saw fire works. She screamed at the pleasure, racing explosions fractured through her nervous system and left her shuddering, trembling, as Bette rode the pleasure for every fiery wave she could get from it. Her wail echoed inside her head. Her legs shook and only the hands that suddenly gripped her thighs held her steady.

Tina felt her body shaking too , because she didn’t know what the hell she was going to do if Bette decided to walk away from her. She would be wounded and she knew this would be a wound that no one would be able to cure. Then another song started playing in her head.

How do I get through one night without you

if I had to live without you what kind of life would that be

I need you in my arms, need you to hold

you’re my world, my heart ,my soul

if you ever leave ,baby you would take away everything

good in my life.

TBC

“Peabody’s Advertising Agency. Miss Kennard speaking.” Tina said into the telephone. She had been at the office only half an hour ,but her desk was piled with mails and messages.

“Good morning, miss Kennard, guess who this is?”

She didn’t have to guess. That voice had filled her dreams the entire restful night. Had she ever slept so well? She had awakened this morning still rosily aglow with remembrances of the past evening.

“Is this the woman on the radio who gives away the prize money?”

“Nope.”

“Darn I don’t have any luck. Are you the woman who is always calling me to ask if she can clean my upholstery and drapes for one low price?”

“Wrong again.”

“I know you’re not my breather, she____”

“What breather?” The voice on the other end dropped it’s humor and became demandingly serious.

Tina laughed. “I was only seeing if you were paying attention.”

“Good morning”, Bette repeated .Her tone changed again. This time to a private pitch. Low and sexy. She might well have been talking to Tina across a pillow.