Carmen: “Hey Bette I can’t make it today, sorry. But I was wondering if you could give me Shane’s number. Call me when you get this, ok, Buh-bye.”

Content with setting her plan into motion Carmen moved to the basement to work on her latest set.

Back at the porter residence Tina still had Bette pinned up against the window. What had started out as slow torturous circles had quickly shifted to the desperate rolling and pinching of Bette’s erect nipples, Bette moaned in response to Tina’s rhythmic Actions, but soon grew tired of the distribution of power. Placing her hand on the small of Tina’s back she pushed her towards the couch. Never separating from their embrace they made it to the soft cushions and fell backwards. Once again they found themselves in a familiar position. Bette hovering dangerously above her, but this time Bette saw determination in her eyes. She wanted this and that was all the encouragement that Bette needed. Lowering her lips on to Tina’s she slowly tasted every inch of her delicate mouth.

Nibbling and suckling at first the top lip then the bottom Bette found her self getting lost in the kiss. Engulfed by the sheer lust of it all she deepened the kiss. Tina on the other hand was struggling to keep afloat. Her heart was pounding in her ears, which were bright red and matched the delicate skin at the base of her neck. Bette couldn’t stand it any longer, lifting Tina’s shirt she eagerly covered her right nipple with her mouth. Sucking and nibbling at it slowly Bette heard Tina’s Breathing become labored, the feeling of Bette’s lips wrapped around her nipple was electric. The sensation traveling through her body like a brush fire, it ignited each of her nerve endings sending her body into involuntary shudders. A small amount of perspiration formed at her temples, as a light mist appeared on her forehead. Shutting her eyes tightly Tina attempted to gain control of her quaking body.

Pulling Bette Closer the need to feel her becoming overwhelming her hand slipped easily past the waistband of Bette’s loose fitting lounge pants, fondling Bette’s ample buttocks in the process.  Spreading her legs wider Tina emitted a low grunt as she subconsciously began to writhe beneath Bette. Totally enthralled with the task of teasing Tina’s taunt nipples the sudden movement startled her, then immediately heightened her arousal. Taking a moment to look up at Tina she admired her beautifully desperate expression. The sight making Bette Instantly crave her mouth, turning on her side and moving up Bette commenced to once again ravishing Tina’s lips. As they lay on the couch side by side teasing each others mouths Bette’s hand started to roam. Moving from left breast to right, gently pulling then rolling her nipple between her index finger and thumb, Tina moaned gratefully at the action. Bette’s thigh made its way between Tina’s legs and commenced to steadily applying pressure to her sex. What began as a subtle rhythm had quickly shifted to the desperate digging of Tina’s heels into the cushion in order to gain more leverage as she pushed back onto Bette.

Panting franticly and breathing forcefully through her nostrils Tina lost all self control, she needed a release. Grabbing Bette’s hand which was firmly pressed against her ample bosom, then in one swift motion shoving it quickly into her jeans, Bette’s hand froze instantly from sheer astonishment. Feeling the fine hairs of Tina’s mound Bette swiftly moved one finger past her lips. Parting them then dipping slowly, generously glazing her finger before dragging it upward, slicking the area that would soon receive the bulk of her attention. Her concentration was interrupted when she noticed Tina hurriedly trying to unbutton and unzip her jeans, as to give her hand more space. She chuckled as Tina struggled clumsily further frustrating herself. Letting out a sight of relief Tina finally freed herself of the devil button, and went back to concentrating on the sensations Bette was creating between her thighs. Arching her back slightly Tina Began to rock against Bette’s fingers as she drew small deliberate circles around her pulsing clit. Moaning into Bette’s mouth she began to pick up the pace of her movements. Sliding her arms under Bette’s and over her back so that she could grip the underside of her shoulder, Tina began to relentlessly fuck Bette’s palm. Bette never lost the rhythm keeping up with the pace that Tina was setting, then speeding up to push Tina closer to the edge. The noises form Bette’s “handy” work were surprisingly loud.  The smacking sounds caused by Tina’s extreme wetness and the feverish passing of Bette’s fingers over her engorged nub, flooded Tina’s brain, pushing her closer to the point of no return. Biting her lip, she shuddered as Bette’s fingers glided over her most sensitive spot. “Oh G-god” she whimpered, as her grip on Bette’s shoulder tightened. Mouth agape, all movement on Tina’s end ceased, as the tremors began in the pit of her stomach, Closing her eyes tightly, knuckles turning white from the intensity of her embrace, a sharp intake of air; then silence, oblivion, ecstasy, nothingness.