“Ummm, duh, getting dressed too?” Tina responds not looking back at Bette.

“Ummm, duuuuh Tina. I requested you stay naked for the rest of the weekend.”

“You were serious?” Tina scoffs, spinning around.

The pair face each other, having a momentary face off.

Bette points to the spot on the floor in front of her.

Tina wisely responds, by walking forward and kneeling.

Bette grins at how well Tina had reacted to her silent request, spurring her on to see where else this could go. She snaps her fingers, causing the blonde to look up. She then gestures with her finger for Tina to stand, which Tina does obediently.

They both stand looking at each other, amused by this new game.

Bette points to her lips. Tina leans in and kisses them.

Bette taps her foot on the floor. Tina gets on her hands and knees, looking up. Did Bette want her to kiss her foot?

The brunette’s raised eyebrow said yes.

So Tina proceeds.

Bette turns to the door and begins to walk, pointing a trail along the floor. Tina instinctively follows behind Bette on her hands and knees, the sexy crawl enhanced by her beautiful naked body.

Bette looks behind to her girlfriend, the both of them share a sadistic smile.

Once in the lounge Bette continues to the sofa, sitting down, picking up a cushion and dropping it on the floor in front of her, slightly parting her legs. How would Tina interpret this she wondered…?

Tina smiles, shaking her head, as she begins to crawl towards Bette. As soon as she gets there she leans up, straight away undoing Bette’s button and zipper, feeling the brunette’s powerful gaze. She edges down her jeans and panties, looking Bette in the eye. The whole time Bette keeps her hands on the arm rests, her expression remaining serious. Tina smirks at her lover before dropping her head and beginning to lick her girlfriend, within moments Bette had a grip on the back of Tina’s head, as her body begins to feel the familiar tinglings of an impending orgasm.

Tina lays her head in Bette’s lap, waiting for the brunette to recover.

Bette smiles, looking down at the girl in her lap, loving this new form of communication they had formed. She puts her finger under Tina’s chin, gently tilting her head up.