“I’m so sorry Bette! I know it wasn’t your fault, I don’t care who sees me.”

Bette raised her eyebrow. “Ok, I CARE, but not about this. And you were right one of the reasons I was so mad was because it was my fault!”

“No one’s to blame.” Bette said, pressing her forehead to Tina’s. “Can you go back to fearing I’ll jump you?” Bette asked, her hot breath on Tina’s lips.

“No, I can go back to looking forwards, anticipating, wanting, needing BEGGING you’ll jump me” Tina smiled.

“Good.” Bette said kissing Tina. Tina returned the kiss, it was gentle at first, their lips caressing. After a while Tina’s tongue demanded entrance to Bette’s mouth. Bette moaned as she felt Tina’s tongue touching hers. Their tongues met, dancing together. Tina’s hand cupped Bette’s breast. She led them towards the couch, lowering Bette on it and climbing above her.

“Wait babe. Wait” Bette gasped.

“Why? What’s wrong?” Tina asked concerned.

“I… well we don’t have to do it. You know? Let’s just talk. We’ll have time when we’ll get home.” Bette said touching Tina’s cheek.

“Bette, it’s ok. Really I want you! I want this. Look, just forget everything I said ok? I want you. I wanted you then, I want you now, I’ll want you later got it?” Tina asked smiling.

“You want me.” Bette nodded.

“I crave you” Tina corrected, kissing Bette passionately. Bette returned the kiss getting lost in the feeling of Tina’s tongue. Bette’s hand pressed Tina closer Tina moaned feeling Bette’s breast pressed against hers. Tina’s hand mad her way to Bette’s pants, opening them she let her hand tease Bette’s center through her underwear. Bette raised her hips, grinding against Tina’s hand. Tina lowered her underwear, her hand teasing Bette. “You’re so wet.” Tina said, her hand cupping Bette’s center.

“Fuck!” Bette moaned, arching her back. Tina felt Bette juices spill on her hand. She then entered her with three fingers pushing as deep as she could. “God!!” Bette groaned. Tina brought her thumb to Bette’s already harden clit, she played with it, making Bette shudder.

“Tee, please, god, please.” Bette became frantic. Tina’s fingers found Bette’s sweet spot, teasing it.