Tina emerged from the shower, slightly disappointed that Bette didn’t come after shower sex. Throwing her hair up in a towel, she dried herself off and wrapped her favorite robe around her naked form and went in search of Bette.

When she found her bedroom empty, she wandered down the hallway to the kitchen. It wasn’t until she heard the music blaring out front, that she went to the living room window. There, she had the perfect view of Bette in a wet white t-shirt sponging her car, soap suds covering her hands and a few slowly traveling down the length of one of her two gorgeously sculpted mocha-colored legs.

“Jesus, she’s so fucking sexy.” Tina said to herself.

The blonde hurried back her bedroom, dropped the towel and robe and threw on her own white t-shirt and boxers. She tied her hair up in a ponytail and made her way to the front yard.

As she opened her front door, she was pleased to hear the opening trumpets to “Bathwater” pouring out of her BMW’s speakers.

Bette saw Tina bounding down the front steps toward the driveway and smiled as she quickly grabbed the hose and pointed the gun at her, giving a little spray. The surprise shot of water made Tina squeal.

“Bette!” she screamed, her white t-shirt now sticking to the front of her braless chest. Tina bent over slightly, shaking her hands and pulling the soaking fabric from her skin. Her nipples were deliciously visible through the thin material and made Bette laugh. “You’re gonna pay for that!”

“With pleasure.” She said with a laugh. “My, my, Ms. Kennard, are we a little cold?” Bette asked smugly, noticing how hard Tina’s nipples had gotten.

Tina trotted over to the soapy bucket and picked up the sponge, ignoring Bette’s question. “Do you need help, honey?” she asked innocently.

“Nope.” Bette answered, ready for Tina’s attack she continued spraying the suds off the hood of the car.

“Are you sure, sweetie? I’m a really good assistant.” Tina then broke into a sprint towards Bette, who started to run around the car and away from her.

“Tina! Don’t!” she yelled as she laughed.

Tina paid no heed as she grabbed Bette’s wrist pulling her back and squeezing the sudsy sponge all over Bette’s chest before tossing it back on the car. “Payback’s a bitch, Little P.” she giggled.

The two wet and soapy women were like something out of a porn flick. Tina watched as the soapy bubbles made their way down the front of Bette’s shirt, revealing her braless girlfriend’s goodies. She looked up and down her street to be sure that they were the only ones out. They weren’t. Cars were rolling by, neighbors were backing out of their driveways pulling out into their morning commutes and the neighborhood kids were walking to school.

Without regard for any of them, Tina grabbed Bette’s wet t-shirt and pulled her in for a searing kiss. Bette responded in kind by dropping the hose and succumbing to the kiss. Their wet torsos pressed together and Bette’s hands found their way to Tina’s boxer-clad ass.

“I love you.” Tina said as she reluctantly pulled away from the kiss.

“I love you too, T.”

Despite the fun they were having, Tina had to retreat to the house to finish getting ready for work while Bette finished up the carwash she owed her.

Once Tina was ready to head to work, they shared a sweet goodbye kiss and promised to see each other tonight before the Stouts’ big show at Spaceland.