“Nice,” Bette smiled pulling my shirt up and off of me, “I’m performance.”

I moaned at that. I always loved a musician who was actually brave enough to perform. I was never brave enough to go up there myself unless it was necessary to pass a class.

My hands desperately moved down to her jeans, fidgeting with the button, while hers moved gracefully down my back. It was like she memorized my body like she memorized the piano.

She chuckled when I practically ripped her pants off of her. I looked up into her eyes and smiled. She pushed my pants down slowly, our eyes still locked. I had never been so turned on in my life.

“Tina, you are so beautiful,” Bette smiled reached over to unclasp my bra.

“So are you,” I smiled shyly.

She put her hands around my face and brought my lips to hers. I moaned into the kiss, desperately fidgeting with her bra.

“Hmm,” Bette smiled at my nervousness, “what instrument do you play?”

“I’m a vocalist,” I answered with a shy smile.

Bette grinned and slowly flipped us over so that she was on top of me. “You need to sing for me,” Bette whispered moving her lips to my throat.

“Ahh,” I moaned when she sucked on a soft spot on my throat, “I can’t sing when you do that.”

Bette hummed her laughter against my throat and moved up to my ear. My body shuddered when she pulled my earlobe into her mouth.

Bette’s hands moved down my body and pushed my panties down my legs.

“Oh my God Bette,” I moaned arching my back, “I want you so much.”

“I want you too,” Bette groaned pushing down her panties.

It was the first time I had seen Bette desperate since we started this. Her breath was heavy as she inched down my body, kissing every part of my body.

I let out a cry when her mouth took in my nipple. My hand was on her head, gripping her brown locks tightly. Then she moved lower, stopping at my navel. She kissed lower and lower.

“Oh God!” I arched my back. Her lips were on my clit, sucking it in tightly.

My eyes spread wide open as her graceful fingers slipped inside of me slowly. Oh those fingers. They were so long and so experienced. They pushed inside of me at just the right pace. She moved harder and harder hitting just the right spots. Her tongue swirling around my clit as she started to curl her fingers.

When I felt her calloused fingers pressing against my g spot, it was over for me. With a shrill cry, my body tensed up and started shaking. She held my hips tightly as I started bucking wildly off the bed gripping the sheets.

I’d had orgasms before on my own accord, but no one had ever gotten that reaction for me. And much less so fucking intense. I thought I died and went to heaven. I couldn’t even move.

She sat up with a smile on her face, “so now do I get to hear you sing?”

I smiled at her and said, “maybe. Only if you let me return the favor you just did me.”

Bette laid her body over me slowly and said, “what are you waiting for?”