Tina tipped back and forth on the balls of her feet, trying desperately to suppress her elated smile. Bette was preoccupied finding the number of their art buff friend to let him know they had arrived and to find out about the key. The elevator stopped and Tina pushed the doors open (its a loft in Chelsea remember, one of those old-style elevatorsokay). Bette walked around the hallway holding her phone up in the air to get reception. As she neared the window, she let out an exasperated sigh, Finally. Tina decided to admire the welcome mats of the other two apartments.

Yeah, hi, were hereum, we just took a cabwasnt too badyeah, the key! In the mailbox in an envelope, alright thanks.

Have to go back down Bette muttered as she flew past Tina, opting for the stairs. Tina paced up and down the hallway, admired the view of the quaint street out the window, then started smiling, broadly. The smile was still plastered to her face when Bette returned, flushed and out of breath. She motioned for Tina to grab the bags as she opened the door. The loft was beautiful: hardwood floors, a huge window that overlooked the street, clean-lined furnishings, all outfitted in deep blue suede. Bette left her bags right by door and began gawking at the artwork hung on the cool white walls. T, this place is amazing isnt it? Tina walked around, looking at everything and nodding, but that warped smile was still on her face. Bette turned around to see if Tina was as impressed as she was, and noticed the goofy smile instead, What is wrong with you? Tina shook her head, trying her best to suck in her cheeks to make the smile disappear. Bette slowly turned away, keeping her cynical eyes on Tina until she fully began studying the artwork once again.

Tina fished her phone out of her oversized purse and pushed a couple of buttons before bringing it to her ear and walking into the kitchen. She eyes widened, thoroughly impressed with the restaurant caliber, chrome-finished stove as she listened to the line ring away. Who are you calling? Bette asked, stepping into the kitchen to gain access to the fridge. Tina put up a silence-requesting finger as she answered, Hey, Aliceyeah, we got here safe and sound Bette rolled her eyes and pulled out a bottle of Perrier. She gave Tina a little wave and pointed at the phone. Yeah, Bette says hiwhat? Wouldnt you like to know Bette swallowed her mouthful of sparkling water and sat down on one of the plush kitchen stools, listening with a knitted brow. Tina took a deep breath and smiled at her as she spoke, Yes in fact I did have the huevos mi amigaand heres your proof.

HOLY MOTHER OF GODTINA!

Bette suddenly found her hands holding the enormous bag of pot that was Alices “thanks for the intervention” gift. Alice was laughing so hard, Tina had to hold the phone away from her ear. Im gonna have to call you later, I think Im in A LOT of trouble. Tina snapped the phone shut and stood absolutely still, watching Bette, afraid that any sudden movement might make her pounce. Bette slid the bag away and across the counter top and folded her hands. She kept her eyes on her hands as she spoke. Tina clutched her phone, with a *****, Im in deep *****, but it was so worth it look on her face.

Bette: And I thought you were suffering from premature incontinence.

Tina: (surprised and impressed) Wow! Youre really good!

Bette shot Tina a dangerous look, causing her to take a step backward. Tina smiled her sweetest smile and rounded the corner of the island to sit in the stool next to Bette. The important thing is that weI meanIdidnt get caught.

Bette: Howexactlydid you do it?

Tina: Well, I had it hidden in my purse when we got to the airport, but when we got to the security check, I had to stash it on myself.

Bette: Where did you put it?

Tina bit her lip, smoothed her hands down her thighs, finally pulling her knees apart, turning her stool toward Bette. Bettes eyes followed Tinas hands, then she looked confused, then her eyes widened with understanding. Youyou STUFFED THEM DOWN YOUR PANTS! Bette exploded, then dropped her voice to a mean, hissing whisper, you hid it in your CROTCH? Tina shrugged her shoulders, Its roughly the size of a pad when its flattened out, she stated simply. Bettes mouth hung open, her eyes still glued to the stitching of Tinas zipper.

Tina: So anyways, when we got through security, I couldnt keep it there, so I transferred it back to my purseand since the purse is so big, I had to put in the overhead compartmentnaturally no one could smell it from up there.

Bette: I cannot believe you did thisWhy?

Tina scrunched her face, mirroring the pained expression on Bettes. To see if I could, she admitted slowly. Bette hung her head, Unbelievable, she said under her breath. Tina watched her a few moments, then decided to look all around the apartment, landing her gaze back on Bette. Hey, I know whatll cheer you up! she suddenly said brightly. Bettes glare almost made her falter, but she pressed on, No, I didnt mean that, she said pointing at the bag, theres a Starbucks down the streetactually three or so within a two-block radius. Bette shook her head slowly, stood up and walked up the single flight of stairs to the bedroom. Tina followed suit, finally standing a few feet away from the bed where Bettes was curled up on her side facing away from her.

Tina: Is this how were going to spend our only day in New York?

Bette: Tinado you have any idea what would have happened if you wouldve gotten caught?

Tina: Bette, Im not twelveI dont need you to lecture me.

Bette: Then why do you act like one?

Tina: As if you donthuhyou want a twelve year-old?

Tina jumped on the bed and dug her fingers into Bettes ribs. Bette rolled around squealing and yelping, but as much as she tried she couldnt escape Tinas tickling fingers. Tina ended her assault once she had both of Bettes arms pinned down and her thighs locked together with her own knees. Now, she began breathless, are you gonna stop sulkingor am I going to have to resort to Bette shook her head furiously and winced as Tina inched her face closer to her cheek. I know where you sleep, Bette, if you act out againyoure gonna force me to… she whispered low. Bette gulped down, nodding and grunting until a moan broke free from Tina pressing her knee into Bettes crotch. Mmmmgood girl, she growled watching Bettes face relax and her lips part. Tina released her wrists, then slowly slinked off the bed to somewhere near her original position. Alright, Im gonna take a quick shower, she said turning around, you can join me if you want.

Bettes face finally broke into a smile as a chuckle escaped, then escalated into full-out laughing. She pushed herself off the bed, still chortling, and began undressing on her way to the bathroom. Tina was already in the shower, which Bette noted, was just like theirs back home. This showers just like ours! she commented while opening on the door. Tina nodded in agreement and handed her the soap. Bette slipped the bar from one hand to the other in disgust, A half-million dollar loft in Chelsea and he uses bar soap. Tina chuckled, Maybe thats how he can afford it, cut corners elsewhere. Tina turned around to rinse her face in the stream of water, giving Bette quite the sigh to behold. She smiled, an evil kind of smile. There was a loud plopping noise and Tina noticed the soap float down between her feet. Bette pressed her body into Tinas back, Oops, I dropped my soapdo you think you could get that for me. Tina looked down at the soap, contemplating with a grin. She bent over at the waist, pushing her ***** into Bettes soaked curls and rubbing slightly against her slippery thighs.

Bette placed one hand on Tinas hip, letting the other one slide down the length of her back along her spine. As Tina stood up again, Bette clamped her fingers around her neck then slowly slid both hands around so that one arm was encircling Tinas neck and the other was around her waist. You wouldnt last a day in prison at this rate. Tina smiled at Bettes comment, but when she tried to turn around to face her, Bette tightened her hold. Bette lowered her hand from Tinas waist to between her legs, parting the folds and quickly slipping a finger inside. Tina threw her head back, resting it on Bettes shoulder and giving her the access to suck the dripping water off her neck and shoulder. By the time Bette slipped another finger inside, Tina was already rocking her hips forward and back, keeping in time with Bettes thrusts. In doing so, her soft cheeks would rub into Bettes body, occasionally sliding right into her *****. Bette enjoyed the sensation at first, but within a few minutes it became frustrating, especially listening to Tinas moans echoing through the bathroom.

She kicked her leg up on a little seat or ledge that was inside the shower, and then things got interesting. With her legs opened wide, Tinas ***** and lower back rubbed her in all the right ways. Their hips moved with the same rhythm, with Bette inside of Tina and Tina sliding up and down against Bette. As she felt Tina nearing the edge, Bette slowed her pace so that they could come together. Tina shuddered uncontrollably in her arms, whimpering weakly. And she came so hard, she felt she might squeeze Tinas breast until it popped. Completely void of any strength, they collapsed onto the wet tile floor of the shower, with Bettes arms still around Tina. The water from the shower rained down on them, trickling over their spent, flushed bodies. You wouldve come with me, right, Tina began weakly.

Bette: Huh?

Tina: To jailId need someone to be my *****.

Bette: Umexcuse mebut Im no ones butt-boy.

Tina pushed a very rubbery Bette down onto the tile floor, positioning herself between her legs. Dont be a smart-*****, she warned arching a brow. Bette reached up, laughing, and pushed the blonde air out of Tinas eyes, Is this how were going to spend our ONLY day in New York? Tina rested her body on Bettes and kissed her softly, Would you mind terribly? she mumbled against her lips. Bette had only one option as an answer: a shake of her head and another deep kiss.