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    Reflection

    “Wow,” she breathed out quietly, “you look…wow.”

    All I could do was blush and look at my feet. I felt silly for acting like a teenager with a crush, but that’s how I felt.

    “Thanks, you look amazing too.”

    She pulled a single white rose from behind her back, silently offering it to me with a smirk.

    “Thank you”, I had whispered so quietly I’m not even sure if she heard, “I’ll just grab my purse and we can go.”

    The whole evening was a dream. She was so attentive, opening doors, pulling out my chair, even insisting on paying for the dinner. She missed nothing. The conversation played back and forth as if we’d known each other for years and yet our curiosity was piqued with the sense of the unknown. I had asked countless questions, needing to know ever detail about his gorgeous creature before me and she had done the same. And then at times we said nothing, simply staring at each other trying to memorize every curve and freckle. I have since then discovered I can look at her face for hours. Her wild tumbling locks, her long, delicate neck I envisioned nibbling on, her full rich lips that had tasted so sweet against my own and finally her huge, soulful brown eyes that I fell into, losing myself. Only the electric touch of her hand on mine broke me from my daydreaming.

    “Shall we go?”

    I blushed yet again realizing I had been in my own little world. I am convinced my face was red for most of the night. When we stood back at my door where the evening had begun, she held both my hands loosely, tracing her thumbs over the backs.

    “Can I see you again?”

    “Of course.” I wanted to see her every waking minute of the day

    “How about Saturday, we could have a picnic on the beach?”

    “That sounds perfect.”

    “Great, I’ll pick you up at two. I can stop by the Planet and get us lunch beforehand.”

    “Why don’t you leave lunch to me.”

    “Yeah?”

    “Yeah, I think you’ll be pleasantly surprised.”

    “I have been so far.”

    Every sultry word from her mouth made me light headed, these ones no exception. I could listen to her talk forever.

    Comments

    1. Simplicity is best when it comes to showing the one you love just how much they mean to you. This was a beautiful beginning and I do hope you post again very soon.
      This was an entoxicating buildup to what I hope is a very loving first time for them both. Tina’s fist time w/ a woman, Bette’s first time giving herself to her partner, her lover, her T.

    2. OMG! That was possibly the most romantic thing I’ve encountered in quite some time! I loved that insight into Tina’s thoughts on Bette and the emotions leading up to their first time…WOW! I loved it! Thank you for sharing!

    3. Damn that was so fucking beautiful story and so amazing about these 2, love them. What a lovely story, love it. Can’t wait to see the next one, post soon please. Thanks!

    4. Great job! I love I just love the way you are able to capture the characters. I have not seen a storyline like this one in awhile. Please continue…I want to see what happens. Two thumbs up for you!

    5. Simply beautiful…
      That was truly one of the much touching Bette & Tina’s first time I ever read in this site and I’m feeling pretty moved – especially reading your wonderful last lines. That’s so right indeed : true love is more luminous than hundred candles and sweetest than rose petals ! When there’s such a tenderness surrounding a first time, poetry is everywhere…
      And candlelights shine in eyes and hearts.

      Thank you for this marvellous piece of pure beauty. I simply adored it !
      … and cannot wait for the next update, of course…

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