Bette stared at Tina’s hard nipples protruding through her wet silky blouse. She thought of only one possible explanation and asked hesitantly because she suddenly felt exactly the same reaction, “Tina, are you…um…are you cold?”

“Yes, Bette, I’m actually freezing,” Tina laughed, amused at Bette’s innocence. “That’s why I need you this close to me so you can keep me warm.”

Bette realized right away that it was not what Tina claimed it to be but she didn’t say anything else. She was afraid of looking or sounding like a complete idiot because she’s already been feeling like that for the last couple of days.

Tina sensed Bette’s tension and regretted joking around like that. She had to remember that with Bette there were no games or half truths…with Bette you got what you saw because in her mind she still had the values and ideas from the year 1885.

They both blushed and Tina giggled nervously to cover her instant arousal. She felt like an inexperienced teenager who just had a little taste of her first love and didn’t know what to do about it.

She smiled at Bette and went to change first. She took a little longer than necessary, trying to slow down her fastened heart beat and let her dark rosy cheeks to return back to their normal color. Tina splashed some cold water on her flashed face and looked in a mirror, saying quietly, “You can do it Tina…just take one step at a time.”

But a very annoying voice in her head began nagging, ‘She’s too refined and classy for you. She has a finesse that your silent adoration and simple love won’t be able to penetrate. She deserves to be treated like a queen. You can’t possibly give her anything she wants…you’ve never even been with a woman before. What are you going to do?’

Tina pressed her temples, forcing the doubting voice out of her head. “I know how to love and it’s all that matters. And I hope I can show it to Bette and she will see and understand that all I want to do is to love her,” she said to her own reflection, feeling a little better.