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8:30 P.M.

Exhaustion has not set in yet but the troops are giddy. Alice had called and explained that there was a celebratory dinner at the Planet and they were waiting on the guests of honor. James and Giselle were to be included. Kit had put together a nice quiet dinner for Bette and Tina and their friends. Yes, their friends. Tina was fitting in nicely. James and Giselle had left the gallery before Bette and Tina and everyone was gathered around a large round table when Bette and Tina made their entrance. Everyone stood upon the arrival and raised their glasses to the women as they entered. Together they were taking The Porter Gallery to new heights and placing it’s future even more firmly on the map. They were also bringing incredible art to the States that had not previously been able to be appreciated. They were planting Tina’s foot firmly into the American appreciation of her art and no one had been able to do that but Bette. The evening included a wonderful dinner, great wine and friends that anyone would appreciate.

Midnight

“Tina  …  oh God  ..  don’t stop …” Bette was griping the sheet below her as
Tina was hell bent on making her scream. Just as Bette was ready to orgasm, Tine would remove her fingers or tongue which ever appendage had penetrated the depths of Bette’s sexual center. Her breathless pleadings were falling on deaf ears. Tina had told her she was going to make her scream during sex and she was adamant that she was going to loosen Bette up a bit. Bette was losing her mind. She was not a screamer. Not that she hadn’t wanted to on several occasions, it was just not in her orgasmic repertoire. Tina screamed with such abandon, releasing her body from its sexual tension as her orgasm and simultaneous screams overtook her.

“Tina, please don’t stop   ……..”

“Scream for me ……   let it go…..” Tina’s two fingers were deep within the walled muscle contracting around them.

Bette thrust her body hard onto Tina’s hand with Tina’s thumb applying intermittent pressure to her clit, the moisture allowing it to glide over the bud. Bette’s naked chest was heaving as she gasped for breath and her hips writhed with the anticipation of her release. She was close, but she had been close before and Tina withdrew the stimulation.
Every part of her body was becoming very sensitive. Even her skin against the soft sheet began to feel intense. She was almost there but her body seemed to sense that there may be another break in the stimulus so it held the release. Tina could feel it coming, the crashing down onto her fingers. constricted muscles beginning their orgasmic ripple. Bette’s body began to stiffen, the grip on the sheet tightened. Her moans becoming desperate sensual cries, louder  …..  louder, her voice could be heard, louder  …..  louder, her orgasm beginning deep within her.

“God Tina  …..  don’t  ..  stop  …  don’t  ..  stop  …  don’t  .. stoppppppppp. FUCKKK  …. FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKK,  AHHHHHHHH,  GODDDDDD.” she screamed.

Bette’s splayed body collapsed deep into the bed that held her.  She lay with her eyes closed, her arms extended slightly to her sides, her palms up as her grip on the sheet was no longer necessary. Tina’s exhaustion was evident as she wilted next to the woman whom she had just satisfied so completely. Both of their bodies moist with consummating sweat. Tina gave Bette ample time to regain her normal breath and as she did, Tina felt Bette’s arm  wrap her in their comfort.

“Tina.” Bette’s voice was weary but lovely to hear.

 “Yes?”

“You made me scream.” The words were followed by a smile that graced Bette’s face and open eyes that were deep pools of expression.