Chapter 5

The day had been a long one, sitting in the grueling sun certainly hadn’t helped matters, so it was a welcomed moment when Bette flopped down on the bed listening to the silence of the night. She didn’t even bother to open her eyes when she heard Tina walk into the bedroom and kick her shoes off near the door.

“You aren’t that tired are you?”

“Tired enough to even go to sleep with my ‘Sun Your Buns’ shirt on.”

Tina laughed as she sauntered over to the bed and crawled up it, straddling Bette’s stomach as she looked down at her wife.

“I can’t believe Dana won,” Tina said. “I would have thought for sure Mom’s sign would have blinded her as the sun reflected off the inch thick glitter she put on it.”

“I would have thought the deafening noise your mom calls a whistle would have distracted her.”

“That’s right,” Tina said as her eyes widened and her voice took on a teasing tone. “I have a bone to pick with you.”

“Me?” Bette opened her eyes and rested her hands on Tina’s hips.

“Likening me to answering a cattle call for dinner will not get you a bedtime story.”

“You were planning on telling me a bedtime story?” Bette asked slightly confused.

“I had planned on it,” Tina leaned down and kissed Bette’s lips gently. “But now I’m not sure.”

“I’m so tired I won’t need a bedtime story to put me to sleep.”

“You’ll like this one.”

“Oh fluff and stuff,” Bette said imitating Donna causing Tina to bite her lip to control her laughter. “Now I’m intrigued.”

“Once upon a time,” Tina began as she slid her hands up the front of Bette’s shirt. “Night had fallen upon a small, remote town.”

Tina felt Bette’s stomach muscles flinch as her soft fingertips tickled Bette’s skin and moved upward. She smiled when her fingers met the satin material of Bette’s lacey bra and moved upward to cup her breasts. Tina could feel Bette’s nipples straining against the material of the bra and took a great deal of pleasure in rubbing them into an even greater state of arousal. Tina pushed the cups of Bette’s bra up to free her breasts from confinement for Tina’s pleasure as well as Bette’s. Tina’s hands cupped Bette’s breasts, which reacted to the kneading that Tina’s hands were expertly providing. Tina’s breath caught in her throat as she felt Bette’s nipples press into the palms of her hands.

“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” Bette said just above a whisper.

“Oh I can finish.”

“Not with your family in the other rooms of the house.”

“You need to learn to control your reactions,” Tina said with a playful smile on her face. “I’ve wanted to tell you this story since Alice barged in on us with my family and distracted us from our weekend.”

“Triple F’s,” Bette moaned as Tina’s fingers began to roll her nipples between them.

“Triple F’s?”

“Forced family fun,” Bette said as she bit down on her bottom lip and her body arched to gain more contact with Tina’s.

Tina laughed at Bette’s acronym, but quickly continued her story while she had Bette at her mercy.

“The town was blanketed in fog, so thick one could barely see their hand in front of their face. The beautiful woman that was passing through the small town made a wise choice and turned off the road, hoping to pass the time at the local bar with a drink to allow the fog time to lift.”

Tina urged Bette to lift the upper half of her body to accommodate her shirt being removed. Tina quickly threw it to the ground and wasted no time in taking the same action on Bette’s bra. She bent her body lower to take one hard nipple in her mouth as her hand continued to tease the other one. Bette’s moan was stifled as she bit down hard on her lower lip, desperate to be closer to Tina. Tina used the tip of her tongue to wet Bette’s nipple, then took it once again into her mouth and sucked lightly on it. When Bette arched upward, Tina took more of her breast into her mouth, sucking harder and then gently taking Bette’s nipple between her teeth and tugging at it.

“Fuck,” Bette dug her fingers into Tina’s thighs as she moved them to rub herself against Bette to provide much needed relief to her own desire.

“Shhhh,” Tina warned as she leaned close to Bette’s ear to allow her voice to be no louder than a seductive whisper. “When she walked into the bar she found it deserted other than the bartender who was polishing glasses and listening to the music coming from the speakers.”

Tina ran her tongue over the outside of Bette’s ear while her trembling hands snaked between them and began to struggle with unbuttoning Bette’s pants.

“The stranger sat down and ordered a scotch, on the rocks, and offered a smile as she took in the atmosphere around her.”

Tina smiled against Bette’s cheek as the button on Bette’s pants was unfastened and she slowly slid the zipper down. Bette moved one of her hands to grab Tina’s wrist and stop her progression, but it failed miserably when Tina moved her hips against Bette’s body once more and her resolve began to melt away.

“I know what you’re doing,” Bette said in a husky voice.

“I should hope so.”

“Don’t we have some sort of rule against this when your family is within 30 feet of us?”

Bette moaned as Tina snaked her hands down Bette’s pants and rubbed her through her wet thong. The moan was instantly cut off when Tina’s lips crashed down on Bette’s to silence her. Once Tina was certain Bette had control over her reaction, she removed her hand and scooted down Bette’s body to work Bette’s pants and thong off.

“The bartender,” Tina began her story once more in an aroused voice. “Well she was totally taken by the stranger and began to ask questions to get to know her better.”

Despite Bette’s verbal disagreement at the progression of this sexual encounter, her body was screaming for Tina’s touch so she lifted her hips off the bed to assist Tina in removing the rest of her clothing.

“A storm began to kick-up, cutting all the power in the small town. The bar was dark with the exception of a few candles that flickered on the few tables that were strategically placed around the bar.”

Tina lay down next to Bette, supporting her head on a propped up arm so she could look at the woman beside her. Her fingertip traced a circle pattern around Bette’s painfully aroused nipples and then journeyed down Bette’s body starting with the valley between her breasts and ending right above the hairline between her legs. Tina tickled that area as Bette desperately tried to move her hips to capture Tina’s finger against her throbbing center.

“Please,” Bette begged as she struggled to keep her eyes focused on Tina’s.

“The only entertainment left was a piano in the corner,” Tina whispered as she allowed her finger to lightly graze Bette’s hardened clit.

Bette gasped and her hips shot off the bed trying to gain more pressure from Tina’s finger. When Tina slipped her finger between Bette’s folds to wet it with the evidence of her arousal, Bette gasped and grabbed her wrist to push her in deeper.

“Not yet Babe,” Tina smiled as she saw Bette’s skin glisten with perspiration. “The story isn’t over.”

“Skip to the fucking end,” Bette begged as she tried to coax Tina into touching her intimately once more.

“Well the bartender led the stranger to the piano, but the sexual tension between them was so electric it wasn’t long before the bartender urged the stranger to sit on the top of the piano, her feet on the keys, and her legs spread wide so the bartender could see how wet she was.”

“Fuck,” Bette licked her lips and tried to roll over and dominate the encounter.

“Nope,” Tina placed her hand on Bette’s shoulder and pushed her back down. “Just for that I won’t tell you anymore of the story.”

“What?” Bette sounded panicked as her center throbbed harder. “What do I have to do to get you to tell me the rest?”

“I’ll show you instead,” Tina said seductively as she rolled on top of Bette, inserting her thigh between Bette’s legs.

Bette’s natural instinct took over, her hips grinding against Tina’s thigh, desperate for release.

“You are so wet,” Tina said in Bette’s ear when she removed her thigh and held herself above Bette’s body to look at her closely.

“I am so close, don’t stop.”

“You’ll get there,” Tina smiled and began to travel down the length of Bette’s body. “Pay close attention because this is exactly what the bartender did to the stranger.”

Tina placed Bette’s thighs over her shoulders to completely open her up for Tina’s fantasy to play out. She licked the inside of Bette’s thigh, moaning at the taste of Bette’s arousal that had seeped past her swollen lips and onto her thighs.

The scent of Bette overwhelmed Tina and she struggled with setting a slower pace to take Bette over the edge. Tina now ran her tongue up Bette’s thigh tasting the unique taste of Bette’s arousal mixing with her sweat. Bette spread her legs wider in anticipation, her thighs shaking from desire.

Tina smiled at the sound coming from deep within Bette’s throat. She knew Bette was struggling with controlling her reactions, the point of no return long past. Tina smiled at Bette before returning to a settled position between Bette’s thighs.

Before granting Bette’s desire, Tina ran her tongue just above the hairline of Bette’s center where the light hairs began to stand at attention. She blew cold air on the wet skin causing Bette to squirm and turn her head, biting at the inside of her own bicep now that her arm was thrown above her head.

Tina moved down once more, but before touching Bette’s center in any way she drank in the sight before her. Bette’s breasts were rising and falling quickly as she panted with her lips parted. When Tina flattened her tongue and ran it the length of Bette’s slit, she felt Bette’s hand tangle in her hair, trying to pull her closer to apply more pressure where Bette needed it most.

“Babe,” Bette begged. “Please.”

Tina looked up at Bette, pausing to the point where Bette propped her upper body up to see Tina and determine what her next move would be. Bette could see the hunger in Tina’s eyes as they focused between her own eyes and her dripping center. Tina saw some of Bette’s arousal seep past her swollen lips and to the sheet beneath her causing Tina to smile.

“I can’t remember the last time you were so wet Babe.”

“Please,” Bette begged.

“You know I’ll take care of you Bette,” Tina smiled as Bette lowered her body back down to the bed, too weak and aroused to continue to watch Tina make love to her. “Do you want my mouth on you Babe?”

“Yes,” Bette hissed as her breathing became even more erratic.

Tina smiled as she ran the tip of her tongue over Bette’s swollen lips, dipping it inside her slightly, but pulling her tongue out just as quickly as she inserted it into her wife.

“Damn it Tina!”

Bette placed her hands on the back of Tina’s head to pull her in closer where she needed her most. Tina allowed Bette to direct her, pushing her hard into her center, desperate for release at the mercy of Tina’s tongue.

Tina drove her tongue into her wife’s center as her fingers began to swipe against Bette’s rock hard clit. With each thrust of her tongue, she matched it with her fingers manipulating Bette’s throbbing clit.

“I’m going to come,” Bette hissed as she desperately tried to hold her reaction inside.

Bette’s hips began to fuck Tina’s tongue with purpose as they rose off the mattress to take more of Tina’s tongue inside and feel an increasingly amount of pressure on her clit. Tina became bold in her movements, now rubbing Bette’s clit faster as she felt Bette’s insides begin to clamp down on her tongue.

She thrust her tongue in and out of Bette’s body at a quicker tempo to match her fingers on Bette’s clit. She felt Bette’s thighs begin to squeeze her shoulders, a sure sign that Bette was close to her pending orgasm.

“Oh God,” Bette said in a louder voice. “I’m going to come! Tina!”

Tina drank the juices that seeped from Bette’s swollen lips as she continued to stroke her clit with purpose. It wasn’t until Bette reached down and grabbed Tina’s wrist to still her movements that Tina realized how completely Bette had felt her orgasm.

Bette’s skin was flush, sweat covering her body and sliding down from between her breasts to dampen her stomach. Her head was thrown back, her mouth opened, but no sound escaping at the moment. The vein in Bette’s neck was pulsing, her eyes had rolled back into her head as her orgasm hit.

Tina worked her way up Bette’s body to lay eye to eye with her, her body partially covering Bette’s as she struggled to open her eyes. She used one hand to tickle the insides of Bette’s thighs, occasionally passing over Bette’s sensitive clit. Each time she did that, Bette sucked in a breath and held it, waging a war between what she wanted and what would likely be the best course of action.

“They better not have heard that,” Bette scolded Tina. “I’d be mortified to know they heard that.”

“You’d be mortified at something else,” Tina snickered as she placed a gently but teasing kiss on Bette’s nose.

“What’s that?”

“Well I’d say you like bedtime stories.”

Bette smiled, knowing that the teasing just begun based on the smile that lit Tina’s eyes up.

“Funny thing about bedtime stories,” Tina continued. “The inspiration for them can come from anywhere.”

Tina stopped tickling Bette’s thighs and laid her head against Bette’s chest. She placed her hand over Bette’s racing heart, listening as it began to slow down as Bette relaxed and closed her eyes.

“Aren’t you curious about the inspiration of my story?”

“Uh-huh,” Bette mumbled as she struggled to stay awake. “I’d love to know because that has become my favorite bedtime story.”

“It’s a book,” Tina smiled as Bette opened one eye and looked at her in disbelief. “A Harlequin romance novel to be exact.”

“Don’t say it,” Bette warned as Tina began to laugh.

“You my love,” Tina snorted as she laughed harder. “Are the Dark Stranger.”

“Don’t go there….”

“You just came to the scene in ‘Unmasking The Dark Stranger’!”

“Oh stuff and fluff,” Bette mumbled as Tina began to laugh harder fighting back tears.

“It’s fiddlesticks Babe, that’s the proper response to sex scenes in grocery store novels.”

“Kill me now,” Bette said as she took Tina in her arms and began to poke at her ticklish spots to pay her back. “Pay backs are hell Tina.”