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LA Times 2
“Alright, see you later.” And as an afterthought shouted, “Be careful!”
“Yes mother!” Bette shouted back.
Smiling, Kit stretched before her jog to the gym. But not about Bette’s smart mouth. She was actually feeling excited about seeing Tasha at The Wire or Wired as Bette calls it. And since Tasha apparently didn’t lead on about their meeting, she wouldn’t say anything either.
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Tasha, usually known as “the possessor of cool” had been nervous most of the day. Getting herself together to meet Kit had worked her up more than she expected. Truth be told, the nerves settled in after leaving the Porter house the previous night. Was Kit really going to give her a chance? Or did she just want company for the evening? And how should she dress for this dinner and coffee? Either way, Tasha knew that there was only one way to settle her nerves. And that is what she was doing this very moment.
Standing in a shadow of the club, Tasha stood mesmerized as Kit softly sang the Roberta Flack classic, “Feel Like Making Love.” It happened to be one of Tasha’s favorites and she took it as an omen. Not that she believed in omens much, but since this one worked to her favor, why not? Kit owned the stage. She held the audience spellbound and it was clear that it is where she was meant to be. Tasha reflected back to when she first developed feelings for her best friend’s big sister. Then a childhood infatuation developed into real affection, especially after watching Kit sacrifice her Broadway dreams for Bette. And if being a genuinely wonderful person wasn’t enough, she was fine as hell! Tasha studied Kit’s figure nodding appreciatively at her long, lean legs, small waist and full firm breasts. Her skin looked as soft as butter, at least that’s how Tasha imagined anyway.
When Kit warmly thanked the audience during their standing ovation, Tasha took the opportunity to stride to the bar unnoticed by the singer. Kit once again thanked the audience before walking backstage to her dressing room. She was met at the door by none other than Janelle. “Before you say anything please hear me out!” Janelle said. Nostrils flaring, Kit barked “You got thirty seconds Janelle and I mean it!”
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(26 votes, average: 3.27 out of 5)
that was great and I can’t wait to see what will happen next pps I love the start of this story
I’m really liking this story, you are a good writer. PPS
Good f*cking Lord!… a double dose of chocolate! Did I ever tell you that I LOVE CHOCOLATE?!… oh… well… I DO!
I really.really like this. post soon. Trying to nice in the comment. thanks
Um, um, um this is soon a turn on more than I thought it would be…shit..and I don’t blame kit because RoseRollin/Tasha is fucking gorgeous