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    Playing Hooky

    “Yes, it was…” Bette replies, her voice surprisingly steady as she presses her fingers into the downy rug and gazes upward.

    Tina chuckles. “I have to say…. they’ve certainly done wonders with strap-ons since our first marriage…”

    Bette laughs and nods. “Yeah, that’s an understatement…. there used to be zero moveability to straps back then…”

    Tina shifts, the linen slipping against her bare skin, and turns to study Bette’s profile by the bedside lamp’s glow. “You haven’t lost your touch, that’s for damn sure.” Her tone is teasing, but the warmth in her eyes says otherwise.

    Bette chuckles, propping her head on one elbow so that the light catches the curve of her cheek. “Just for future reference… I’m game to stay in and do this whenever you want.”

    A soft, melodious laugh escapes Tina, her eyes lighting up with amusement. “Good to know,” she murmurs. Her hand glides back, fingertips tracing gentle, swirling patterns across Bette’s collarbone, the touch intimate and tender. “Did you feel out of practice at all?” she inquires, her voice teasing yet curious.

    Bette chuckles, her eyebrows arching playfully. “Well, you tell me… did I feel out of practice? Any notes?” She gives Tina a knowing look, her lips curving into a sly smile.

    Tina smirks, a spark of mischief dancing in her eyes. “Of course not… you’re in a class of your own in a few areas, Bette Porter….”

    “Mm? Do tell,” Bette purrs, her eyelashes fluttering as she leans in closer, coaxing more out of Tina.

    Tina rolls her eyes, a playful sigh slipping from her lips as if feigning annoyance. “I will not. I’ve said enough….” she declares, though her smile betrays her. She then shrugs casually, though there’s a hint of vulnerability in her posture. “I was just wondering if you felt out of practice… like maybe it had been a while…” she adds, her voice softening, almost shy as she poses the question.

    Bette licks her bottom lip, a playful spark in her gaze. “Are you asking me if I’ve used a strap-on with other women over the years?”

    Tina blushes slightly and shakes her head. “What? No, of course not….it’s not my business what you did while we were apart…”

    Bette remains quiet for a few beats before she gently smiles. “Well, have you had this particular itch scratched?”

    Comments

    1. I was so happy to see the update to this story. I Love your writing. Michelle has some nerve, can’t wait to see where you take these characters, please post soon.

    2. I just realized i never commented on this chapter and as bonus i got to read it for the second time.

      I love your writing style, i have mentioned before on other stories of yours. Fun, sexy, drama and banter.

      Michelle, she should look at the mirror and come to the realization she’s the bitch and not Tina. And really, threatening Bette to take her to court because she’s so jealous and doesn’t want Tina around Mickey? Grow up bitch, you will lose that fight.

      I hope you are okay. Really enjoyed the chapter!

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