”Because of our dinner conversation, we barely made it through the front door when we got back to the house,” Bette said.

”As I’m sure was your intention,” Tina replied.

”Perhaps…”

”There were a lot of firsts that night.”

”First sleepover,” Bette offered.

”Not that we slept…”

”Okay, so the first night we spent together,” Bette said. ”More accurate?”

”First time I touched you…just like this,” Tina kissed down her neck while one hand moved underneath Bette’s top to caress her gently.

Bette leaned back to enjoy the attention that was being lavished upon her.

”My first time going down on a woman,” Tina whispered. ”So soft and wet and hot…”

Bette took Tina’s free hand and attempted to guide it lower.

”Not yet…” Tina said. ”I’m not nearly done with my description.”

”Fuck Tina…”

”Patience…”

”I don’t want to be patient, I want you to touch me,” Bette’s voice had a bit of an edge to it. She continued to hold Tina’s wrist in an effort to encourage intimate contact.

”I could feel you start to move with me as I explored you,” Tina ignored the request and continued with her recollection, her voice laced with the low tones of increasing desire.

”I couldn’t keep from reacting to your voice. I moaned into you when I heard you respond to the graze of my tongue.”

Bette released Tina’s wrist and traversed down to touch herself.

”That’s cheating,” Tina scolded.

”Feel free to join me,” Bette said quietly.

She soon felt Tina’s fingers searching the slick wetness of her. Their hands moved together for only a few moments before Bette abandoned all effort and revelled in Tina’s directed touch.

”If this is what you were planning for the evening, why did you come to bed fully dressed?” Bette asked, running her hands over Tina’s clothed knees. Her eyes were closed as she asked the question.

”Because tonight is about you, not about me,” Tina replied. The cadence of her diction slowed as she spoke. ”I love hearing you react.”

Bette sighed and smiled. She leaned back into her, bringing one hand up to hold to the side of Tina’s face as they met in another kiss.

”Are you going to keep me up all night like you did 13 years ago?” Bette asked between kisses.

”We don’t have to work tomorrow,” Tina said. ”The three of us can have a relaxed day at home…”

Bette moved slightly down the bed, just far enough away that Tina could no longer touch her intimately. She turned onto her stomach and started to lower Tina’s pyjama bottoms.

”If it’s all about me, then I want to get my way,” Bette said. ”And I know you’re beyond aroused by now…”

She kissed her way down as she exposed more skin. She felt Tina lift her hips up to allow for the removal of her pants.

”Thanks for the reminders of our first night together,” Bette kissed where she could feel the pulse of Tina’s heartbeat at the top of her thigh. ”A lot more of those nights in our future.”

She moved closer with her mouth, but started by gliding her fingers over Tina. One stroke of her tongue and Bette felt Tina’s thighs contract around the sides of her head. She moved back up to rest over her. Soon they moved intimately, the history of their time together guiding how they touched each other.

And they did indeed please each other throughout the night.

(the end.)