Bette did just the opposite. She held her tighter to her and walked her backward, until she was against the wall of the summerhouse . “I want you to kiss me and then tell me you love Henry”

“I can’t,” Tina said hoarsely. Even then she didn’t know if she was saying she couldn’t kiss her,or if, once she did , she wouldn’t be able to tell her that she loved Henry. She had no time to reason it through before Bette’s mouth claimed hers with heart_stopping precision.

Now,more than three years later,lying on the couch of her office and recalling that night, she could still vividly remember how effortlessly Bette had taken possession of her mouth. Her lips had been tender,as they moved over her less__skilled ones. How sweetly her tongue had broken the barriers of her lips and teeth. How wonderfully thorough it had been as it explored her mouth,performing a mating dance with her own tongue.

Bette’s hands had cupped her jaw, tilting her head back for a deeper kiss,which had robbed her of conscience and scruples. Her tongue left no part of Tina’s mouth intact but touched all of it, penetrating even what had until then been virgin territory. One hand caressed Tina. With her thumb on one side,and her fingers on the the other,she defined the underside of her breast. Lifting it slightly, Bette found the full nipple worthy of her attention. When her thumb began to slide along it, Tina’s head fell back, and a sigh of ecstasy echoed in the night.

As Bette ‘s lips greedily partook of her throat,that talented thumb found the peaking desire of her breast and circled it mesmerizingly.

“Lord, you’re sweet So sweet. I knew you would be. Give me your mouth again.”

Thinking about it now Tina’s fingers clenched in self- loathing as she remembered how she’d offered her mouth for Bette’s carnal pleasure. And it hadn’t been only her mouth that had kissed her. Her body had moved along Tina’s in one tantalizing kiss. Her thighs had brushed,lingered ,separated,brushed again,stayed. -Bette’s hand had opened on Tina’s back and smoothed downward to cradle her hips. Holding her that way, she had rubbed her thighs against Tina with the same provocative motion of her tongue inside her mouth. Some demonic element in her soul had enticed Tina to answer with a lifting motion of her own.

“Tina, Tina,” Bette whispered “You don’t love Henry, when you can kiss me like this”

The buzzer on her intercom sounded again. Pulling herself up, suddenly exhausted, she crossed the room to answer it.

“Sorry to bother you, but Miss Peabody asked for you to see her in her office right away. She said it is very important.”

“I’ll be there, Tina said listlessly. She had a fairly good idea that the important matter Helena needed to see her about was Bette Porter.

-TBC.