Chapter Seven

I stand in Bettes opened doorway hugging my body self consciously. I look at Bette, dressed in white slacks and a tight fitting tank top, and I look down at myself, my red dress, my favourite red dress, wasted.
I was going to call you… She begins, biting down the grin on her lips. …honestly I was going to She reaches for my hand, and reluctantly I let her take it. I knew youd pick out something like this She rasps, her hands coming to my hips as she strokes the material of my dress.
I feel stupid I admit.
Im sorry I watch almost transfixed as those delicate lips curl into an adorable pout. I had reservations but I thought it might be nicer if we stayed in, give me ten minutes and Ill go change
No Bette I place her hands back onto my hips. Youre right, we should stay in Her smile widens as she takes my hand bringing it to her mouth to kiss every finger.
Why dont you sit down and Ill bring you some wine, is red ok? I nod in approval, praying that the wine will soothe my nerves. I sit down on the sofa, feeling small and nervous as I listen to Bette fix our drinks.
It doesnt take a genius to figure out what tonight could mean. Im not so stupid that I cant feel the tension in the air, feel the pull of desire forcing me closer and closer to her. I know that I want Bette, that I want to be with her, but this is all so difficult and confusing. I think of her, think of her warm touch, think of her inviting kiss and I know that I have nothing to be afraid of. But then I think of those soft lips, think of how many women theyve kissed and I dont know how I can live up to any of them.
She strides into the room, just like she strode into that gallery all those weeks ago, and its impossible not to be captivated by her beauty. She hands me the wine, our fingers brushing together as she sits down beside me. I fidget uncomfortably in my dress.
If you want to change Im sure I could get you something
Im fine
Cmon She takes my hand leading me up to the bedroom, my mind a whirl of wooden steps and paintings hung against ivory walls.
As we walk into Bettes room, hand in hand, her scent surrounds me and I know that Im never going to be able to get rid of it. I stand in the middle of the room that Bette changes in, that Bette sleeps in every night and the realisation of it makes my knees go weak. Do you want me to unzip your dress? She asks from over her shoulder, sending a shiver down my spine.
Ok I struggle to get it out and when I feel her hands on my back I begin to tremble. I feel her fingertips brush against my neck, feel her slide the zipper down to the bottom of my back. Her arms circle my waist, the strength and tenderness of her hold smoothing away the worries that have begun to eat away at me. She kisses the spot underneath my ear and my mouth gapes open in pleasure. Every time she touches me the tiny bit of resolve I still have left crumbles. I turn around in her arms, my dress slipping down as my mouth captures those lips. We kiss feverishly, her hands clutching at my body, stroking the small of my back until I groan into her mouth. I bury my fingers into thick soft hair because its all I can do to keep control. When we part were both panting, our lips still barely inches apart, her fingers entwined with mine. Bette and I have touched before…she brings a hand to my cheek…but not like this. She kisses me, her lips tender and sweet, her tongue almost nervous as it brushes against mine. Something inside of me is changing and I dont want to be afraid of it any longer. I cant pretend that I dont want Bette, I cant pretend that this is enough for me anymore.
She pushes me away gently, shaking her head and sighing with frustration. Im sorry but if you keep touching me like that then Im not going to be able to stop She says with a trace of apology. I look at her, her cheeks flushed with want, her lips pursed in thought.
I dont want you to stop She looks up at me a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. I can almost hear my pulse throbbing in my ears as I take her hand and bring it to my chest. But Im scared I admit, blushing. She strokes my hand.
You dont need to be afraid She assures me. I could never hurt you Tina Something in her voice brings us together, and already a part of me thinks that, thats how its always going to be. She runs her hands through my hair, her outstretched fingers brushing against my scalp. When her hands move to the back of my neck the only thing I can think about is the way her body moulds itself to mine. She watches me approvingly as my hands find the bottom of her tank top sliding it up and over her shoulders. She slips out of her slacks my eyes travelling the length of her body, and I feel a wave of heat pass through me. Gently she backs me to the bed, lowering me onto it. She joins me on the bed and I feel myself melt as we start to kiss. Her hands move across my body even as her tongue slides inbetween my lips. Your so beautiful She tells me, her eyes holding a hint of sadness that I might not believe her. Her hands move to the button of my black trousers, and all I can do is look at her, marvel at how amazing she is, at how stupid Ive been waiting so long for something that I want so badly. I touch her stomach, slide my hands along the sides of her ribs before cupping ***** that I never imagined could feel so soft. I close my eyes feeling her body with my fingertips, burning the memory of delicate skin into my mind. We come together, her ***** against mine, our lips joined so perfectly. She looks down at me her hair against her face, her eyes shy as she bites her bottom lip. She cups my *****, stroking them, teasing a nipple inbetween her fingertips, replacing her fingers with her damp lips. From somewhere in the back of my throat a groan escapes. Her fingers, her lips, her tongue all move against my naked body edging closer and closer to the spot that Im dying for Bette to touch. I shudder as she reaches my navel, her tongue sliding up and down until my hands are tugging on that thick raven hair. I can feel myself becoming liquid with need, growing impossibly wetter as she slips her tongue into me. Oh god Bette I gasp as her tongue laps at me, slowly, teasingly. My heart beats so fast that I can feel it resounding through my body. Every tongue stroke every caress makes me writhe with pleasure. Ive never ever felt like this before. I feel like Im slipping over the edge, like something inside of me is going to explode and fast. My hips buck to meet her eager tongue strokes, her hands that were once steadying my hips sliding away, slipping into me. I groan loudly, my hips moving faster and faster, her fingers fitting me, curling against me. Gasps and groans escape my mouth but all I can think of is Bette, of her hands and her mouth, the way she touches me, the way shes making me feel. Something is breaking in me, moving, begging to snap. My body trembles, clenching against Bettes fingers as I cling to her, waves of pleasure flooding me. She holds me kissing me softly until my breathing slows. Youre amazing I whisper, smiling as she holds me tighter. She kisses the back of my neck, nuzzling into me.
Youre not so bad yourself T Her voice holds a trace of something that makes me never want to leave this bed.