“What is the essay about?” Bette asked her.

“Actually it isn’t exactly an essay.  As part of the course I have been doing  a documentary.  Now I have to do a description of how I made the video.  I’ve made piles of notes, so it’ll just take me a couple of hours.”  She dived right in, and Bette withdrew and left her to it. Bette could hear the click of  keys all evening, and it wasn’t until one  a.m that it became silent.  Bette peeked into the room to find Tina asleep on the keyboard.  The computer had been turned off, so Bette assumed Tina had finished her assignment. 

“Tina?” she touched her shoulder, and Tina mumbled something indecipherable.  “Come on, love, let’s get you to bed,” Bette said gently.

“I have to go…” Tina said groggily.

“No, it’s late; you are going to stay here tonight.  Tomorrow’s Sunday.”

“Okay,” Tina agreed sleepily.  She stood up, and Bette put her arm around her and led her into the bedroom.  As she lay Tina down on the bed, she thought to herself, this time I’m not letting her sleep in her clothes.  She gently undressed Tina and managed to get her into pajamas before pulling the duvet over her. Bette looked down at the young woman asleep in her bed.  She’s beautiful, she thought.  Bette was no stranger to beauty, but this went beyond physical perfection.  “I am so in love,” she realized.  She slipped in beside her and took her into her arms, and in her sleep, Tina cuddled close.

The next morning, Bette was the first to wake up.  Tina was asleep in her arms, her head on Bette’s shoulder.  This feels so right, she thought.  Then she realized, with a jolt of pleasure, that Tina’s hand was wrapped around her breast.  A smile spread across her face as she lay back enjoying the sensation.  Then Tina began to stir.

“OH! Oh Bette! I’m sorry…” she began to draw her hand away but Bette caught her wrist.  “Don’t ever be sorry, T,  I love you touching me.”  “You feel so good, Bette,” Tina murmured as she continued the caress.
 
“You had to put me to bed again, didn’t you?” she chuckled.

“I kinda like doing it,” Bette replied.  “I like doing this too,” she added, as she kissed Tina on the lips.  Tina kissed her back, and for a long time they exchanged sweet kisses.  Bette slipped her hand under Tina’s pajamas and found her breast.  She burrowed down and took the nipple in her mouth.  Tina groaned, and held her tightly.  One thing led to another, and soon pajamas were discarded as they made love to each other.  Bette had made love to many women, but making love to Tina had a sweetness she had never experienced before.  Afterwards they just held each other for a long time.