LesFan

Lesbian Fan Social Network

    Fan Fiction

    This story has been set to a rating of PG. Age verification is required to proceed.

    Age Verification

    I am years of age as of today, November 12, 2026

    Enter your current age into the field provide above. Stories with a rating of R or NC-17 may contain material not suitable for children. LesFan requires that all individuals wishing to read these stories confirm they are of at least 17 years of age. LesFan uses the MPAA rating labeling system for all stories.

    LesFan will also make a best attempt to filter profane words in stories that are not rated R or NC-17 unless the individual confirms they are of at least 17 years of age.

    LesFan uses the following rating scale for stories.






    Submit

    Hindsight – Chapter 34

    Story written on February 15, 2007 by Jobadge.
     Login to add story to favorites
     Login to add author to favorites
    1 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 51 vote, average: 5.00 out of 5 (1 votes, average: 5.00 out of 5)
    You need to be a registered member to rate this post.     Loading ... Loading ...
    Genre(s):
    Rating:
    fanfiction(s):
    Character(s): ,
    Number of Comments: 36
    Words: 2015
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=64539
    Author Notes:

    Bette Porter: It was the most natural thing in the world to me, to touch her…, it was born out of instinct…

     

    But she wasn’t mine anymore, she was his…, I dropped my hand, suddenly remembering that I had no right for it to be there…

     

    “Go ahead, have a rest while Angelica is sleeping…”

     

    “Thank you…”

     

    As she began to walk away, I felt her fingers on mine, just gently touching them, they were linked until the distance between us allowed our hands to drop back to our sides, I looked over my shoulder, watching her retreating figure…, the slow walk, the roundness of her tired shoulders, completely contrasting to the vibrancy of her golden hair…

     

    She stalled as she was about to turn the corner, was she feeling hesitant about walking into the room that used to be our bedroom…, was she wondering if I was still watching her…, was she beckoning me to join her…, whichever it was, she turned once again and walked from my view.

     

    I sighed, I seemed to be doing a lot of that lately, it was an effort to move from each minute to the next sometimes, I think the same thing went through my mind last night, but I was thinking it was becoming an effort to live…

     

    I went to the drawer of my desk, I knew what would be there when I opened it, I kept the spares there…, a packet of cigarettes and a lighter…, I just really needed one…

     

    I went outside…, the place that had become my sanctuary, apart from my home in general, or the place I eat and slept, but it was a familiar place that surrounded me with the memories I longed to cling onto, and here…, outside…, this was the place where I had sat for an amount of hours that I couldn’t even comprehend, and I couldn’t even begin to start on the flow of thoughts and feelings that sitting out here had brought to me.

     

    I sit in the seat that we used to share; I lay back and light a cigarette, drawing in deeply, feeling that pulling in my chest as the smoke circulated in my tired body, I blow out the smoke through my lips as my eyes travel across the sky.

     

    My eyes are tired, my body is tired, my mind is tired…

     

    My thoughts turn to when I used to sit back on this lounger, when we were together…, Tina would invariably sit at my feet, her hand would lay on my leg, her fingers gently manipulating the material covering my leg, but her fingers, would wander under the material, the soft pads of her fingertips would tease the skin, drawing little patterns across my skin…

     

    She used to worm her way higher, not only along my skin, but further up the lounger, I smiled to myself as I remember how she used to smile at me, I always knew what she wanted, we wouldn’t share words, we both knew…

     

    She would lean further up as my legs parted, allowing her to lay in between, we would lie together, with her head resting on my chest, her fingers would play with mine, we would often lie for hours in complete silence…, other times we would talk about everything and nothing for hours on end…, there were times where we laughed and laughed and laughed, we would laugh until the muscles in our stomach ached, but we did other things too…

     

    We would make love out here…, on the lounger…, under the moonlight, we would love one another tenderly, passionately and so very slowly, it never seemed that our love was of the frantic nature when we were out here; it was always a time where we took time with one another…

     

    God how we had loved one another…, how I still loved her…

     

    I gave a start as I opened my eyes, I must have drifted off, my fingers held a burnt out butt, but as I shaded my eyes from the early evening sun, I saw her…

     

    She was sat at my feet…, at the bottom of the lounger…

     

     

     

     

     

    Page 3 of 3123
    «
    FF Main Page
    »

    Comments

    1. How can things be so sad and so great at the same time??? Only a brilliant writer can create that!!! Good one Jobadge….and whippersnapper pleeeaaase LOL

    2. Ahhhh… there’s nothing like thinking you’re alone in remembering, only to find out you share the memory with your loved one. There’s nothing like belonging – truly belonging with someone. I think this is a story of the realization of belonging. Just incredible, Jo.

    3. Wow … I so remember watching Room 222 when I was younger (I just turned 40) … great show, great message. Excerpted from IMDB.comEasy going American History teacher Pete Dixon, along with girlfriend Liz McIntyre, synical principal Seymore Kaufman and idealistic English teacher Alice Johnson, confront the various issues of the day at Walt Whitman High in Los Angeles, California. Among the students are shy Alice, crazy Bernie, militant Jason and genius Richie.

    10. argggghhhhh please…….another chappy tonight? i hate the wait……i cant help it……i am impatient as hell, and i will not apologize for it….this fic is too good…….lol…….

    12. I don’t usually comment but I really felt the wonderful, breath-taking moment that you created for our girls. Being on the edge of something terrifying and familiar. You surprised me, which is maybe the greatest gift you can give a reader. Thank you.

    16. Jo, once again you have amazed us. The love that is so obvious between them is the only thing that stops the excruciating pain that is their story. Please let things continue on the lounge chair. ski-bum, thanks for the remind on rm222. I couldn’t think of Mr. Dixon’s name.You don’t have to be that old to remember it, but I’m kinda thinking you have to at least be in your 40’s. OOPS, just busted a whole group of us.

    18. Very few your age on either side of the Atlantic would recognize the name, her shelf life, like most actresses’ was short, perhaps 1969-73: this show, some guest shots, and a couple of made for TV movies would comprise her entire oeuvre. But it was a special time for those of us who do recall. Maybe a good google would help.

    19. Jo, you have a way of putting such extreme emotion in play along with the characters and events in your stories. Your writing skills evoke such strong feelings in me that sometimes I not only sees your story in my mind, I can also smell it and feels it! When Bette went out back to smoke I could actually smell her cigarette. And when she reached up to touch Tina’s face only to abruptly retrieve her hand, I could feel my body flush with emotion, knowing that Tina had (although unintentionally) caused Bette more pain. Every time I think about how Tina is worried about how she is going to tell Henry I want to “share my thoughts” with her. Tina should be more worried about how Mikey is going to handle it, not Henry. She’s only known Henry for how many weeks??? Maybe she should think back to a time not so long ago when she was able to summon what had to be an unsurmountable amount of strength, to tell Bette that she was having feelings for men! Maybe that will help her to figure out a way to inform Henry of what he probably already knows, or should at least be expecting to some extent. Hopefully he won’t make it any more difficult that it already is because that will just make it worse on Mikey. Thank you Jo. You’re doing a wonderful job. Oh and I have to tell you something…there is another definition of “hindsight”: The extraordinary sight of Bette Porter’s ass in pair of Levis! LOL!! Wait! Don’t tell me…you didn’t have that all thought out ahead of time either, right? More…please!

    20. I’m with jp22, new memories. So its almost over huh? Well thats a bitter sweet thing to hear. I’m ready to find out how things go but i’m not ready to see the end. I totally love and agree with Anngie Mosby’s other definition of hindsight *Bette in Levis is HOT, Bette in anything is HOT!*. Great chap, thanks for the post. PPS

    29. Please please please please please please please take this where we think, hope, wish, crave, that you will take this… Please please, pretty pleaseeeee… Okay, I’m aware that at this stage of their progress toward each other, there is no question whatsoever of the next chapter being “Portard porn”, but just a tiny little something would be heaven for us… You know, we humble readers are not so hard to please… And this sexual tension is killing us, as well as you I’m sure… Oh, and by the way, you “hope” that we’ll stick with this story??? … Crazy woman, don’t you know what a “jobadgiction” is?! ;) PPS!

    31. Jo, Sad to know that the journey is nearly over but it has been one helluva ride. More ups and downs than a child on a swing. Sweet to see how the past and present are intertwined and how much these two belong together. After all this heartache, love can still mend and nurture. Awesome. Thank you so so much for this fabulous Fan fiction. Your Loyal Fan.

    34. This is so amazing it hurts. I really look forward to read your pieces: they are short but so intense, I think I couldn’t take it if they would be more than 1 page.

    Leave a Reply