“T, T, T!” bette panted as I pushed my fingers into her slow and hard.

“Ah, ah, ahhh Bette,” I moaned pressing my hips down on to her fingers as she pushed them up.

“Oh my God!” bette screamed pressing her free hand against the shower door for support as I started curling my fingers and picking up my pace. Bette returned the favor and I let out guttural moan of my own latching my free hand onto Bette’s neck.

“Tina, I’m gonna…” Bette gasped.

“Ahhh! Yes! Yes! YES!” I screamed.

Then we both gasped sharply and we froze momentarily. I willed my fingers to go as fast as they could and Bette did the same. Shockwaves of pleasure were searing down our bodies like a thunderbolt attack. Our bodies started and I heard Bette scream as a rush of liquid squirted out and pushed my fingers out. I couldn’t stop a scream of my own as my hips raised up and that same liquid squirted out of me.

We collapsed onto the shower floor, Bette underneath me breathing rapidly and trembling. I rested my head against her chest as I felt the tingles spreading deliciously in every singkle part of my body. When they finally subsided, I was so sensitive I was completely aware of the water hitting my back. It was like the rain putting out the smoldering fire.

“I love you,” my throat aching from the screaming.

“I…Love…you,” Bette breathed barely audible.

I sat up groggily and reached up to turn off the water, then help Bette up off the floor. She seemed to be in a bliss of her own, so I helped her finish washing off then dressed her into her pajamas. I was about to tuck her in when I heard an urgent knock on the door.

“Who…” Bette started trying to move but failing.

“Shh, I’ll get it,” I said leaving her on the bed and walking to the door. I opened the door to reveal a young blonde girl with beautiful sky blue eyes. She was so beautiful but there was something odd about her.

I gasped and backed away when I realized. She was another victim, just like me.

“Sorry for bothering you so late,” she said softly, “my name is Veronica Mars.”

“The P.I’s daughter?” I heard Bette say. She walked toward us groggily with a concerned look on her face.

“H-he got me,” she said breaking into tears, “b-but I found him.”