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    Rewired – Ch 3

    Tina sat cross-legged on Shane’s beat-up sectional, nursing a beer she hadn’t actually drunk from in twenty minutes. The bottle had gone warm and slick in her palm, condensation pooling between her fingers the way she’d been pooling between her thighs for seven straight days now, every time her brain decided to replay that night in excruciating, full-color detail.

    Alice was sprawled in the armchair across from her, one leg slung over the armrest, grinning like she’d personally orchestrated the second coming. Shane sat on the floor, back against the couch, rolling a joint with the kind of focused precision she usually reserved for seducing straight girls at the Abbey.

    ”So,” Alice said, drawing the word out like taffy. ”You gonna tell us, or do we have to waterboard it out of you?”

    Tina’s face went hot. ”Tell you what?”

    ”Oh, please.” Alice sat up, eyes gleaming. ”You’ve been walking around like someone rewired your nervous system. You nearly walked into a door at The Planet yesterday. Twice. And you keep doing this thing…” she gestured vaguely at Tina’s body, ”…where you zone out mid-sentence and your whole face goes pink.”

    Shane lit the joint, drew in a slow drag, and passed it to Alice without taking her eyes off Tina. ”She’s right. You look like you got hit by a truck,” she said, exhaling with a cough. ”A really good truck.”

    Tina groaned and dropped her face into her hands. ”I don’t… I can’t…”

    ”Oh my god, just say it,” Alice said, voice pitched high with glee. ”Say, ’Alice, you were right, Mistress Bette Porter fucked me so good I forgot my own name.’”

    ”Alice–”

    ”Say it!”

    ”Fine!” Tina’s head snapped up, cheeks blazing. ”Fine. You were right. Is that what you want to hear? You were right, and I haven’t been able to think about anything else for a week, and I don’t know what the fuck I’m supposed to do with that.”

    The room went quiet except for the hiss of the joint and the distant thrum of traffic on Santa Monica Boulevard.

    Shane exhaled a plume of smoke and studied Tina with those sharp, knowing eyes. ”So it was good.”

    Tina laughed, the sound jagged and a little unhinged. ”Good? Shane, I…” She pressed the heels of her hands against her eyes. ”I didn’t know my body could do that. I didn’t know I could feel like that. She…” Her voice cracked. ”She made me come like a million times. A million. And by the end I was begging her to stop and begging her not to stop at the same time, and she just… she knew exactly what I needed before I did.”

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    1. Well, that’s something else! How many times will Tina return? Curious to see whether Bette will loose her professional attire or whether the story ends with Tina meeting and falling in love with Helena ;-)
      Please more, thanks for sharing

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