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    The answer was met with ooh’s and ahh’s from her friends, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t even listening. I was enjoying the comfort of her arms and of being in her lap. I really didn’t want to move. The real urge I felt was my desire to kiss her again, like the first time I had done it, but with more passion. I looked lovingly at her when I drew back, like old friends admire one another. I felt like maybe we were old friends, in some way.

    As I was leaning back with my smile, my inebriated state got the better of me, and I lost my balance. I fell back onto the couch in a fit of giggles, and Bette immediately put her hand on my thigh. I couldn’t help but gasp at the touch, somewhat disappointed when I realized she was only keeping my skirt from falling a little too high. I blushed at what had nearly happened, and corrected my posture, sitting politely with a smile as they all continued with their laughter.

    It wasn’t until they had all left that I had the courage to thank her for her save. And when I did, she just turned to me, stopping in the midst of her tidying to smile my way. "You looked … a little intoxicated."

    I had to laugh to keep from blushing again. Her eyes were on me, and she couldn’t help herself. I could see she was affected by her drink too, but not as obviously. "Looked? Or still look?" I teased, glancing up at her wildly. I knew I was tempting her, and maybe it was a challenge. What would she do?

    "I think you need to sleep that off," she smirked, passing me with a sigh that said all she couldn’t. The temptation was killing her, and she wished it would go – or more accurately, me. I smiled at her answer, and decided to heed her advice. She was right, I wasn’t quite myself.

    "Okay okay," I chuckled quietly, "Sure you don’t need any help cleaning?"

    She took one look at me, saw that fire in my eyes – the mischief – and smiled again. "Goodnight."

    "Night Bette," I sighed, walking slowly down the hall with exhaustion with hearty laughter at the night we’d had. "Love you."

    Comments

    1. This story is beautiful!! Totally different from your other stories. You really showing how talented you are as a writer. You do have a good range in writing. I am honored to have the opportunity to read your stories. Thank you!! Pls continue writing!! :D

    2. ughhhh I LOVE this story! Lol I need more now, it’s like a drug. You know I love all of your stories but this one is one of my favorites if not my most favorite. I hate your internet connection -_- lol you can use mine! :D PPVVVVVVVS like now? lol thanks!

    3. This story is great and beautifully written. You describe everything so clearly, that it feels as if you were standing right there, with them. Excellent!!!

    4. That was wonderful and awesome, glad they put that baster in jail and hope he will be gona forever. Bette and Tina need to talk and tell each other how they feel. Please post more, thanks!

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