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    Slow Simmer – Part 2 – The Redux

    When Tina got to her hotel room, she immediately took her clothes off and crawled into bed. She could still smell Bette all over her. Their intoxicating fusion of sandalwood and juniper mingling in the hotel sheets. Tina rolled around in them hoping the lingering scent would transfer and she could wrap herself in it for the rest of the day.

    Tina smothered a pillow against her body draping one leg over and letting the cool cotton soothe her warm skin. The friction of the pillow between her legs stirred vivid memories of the night before. Emotionally drained but ravenously aroused she rolled onto her back. Her hand brushed over her knee and up her creamy thigh. She lightly gasped, a faint pucker forming on her mouth as her fingertips tickled the area between her thigh and smooth lips. Her hand moved over her folds, slowly massaging each crease, gathering the oozing wetness and smearing it over her swollen clit. She could feel Bette seductively moving over her, her breasts dangling over Tina’s chest, a swift swing after their nipples met while Bette slowly molded their bodies into the mattress. Bette’s hands kneaded along Tina’s sides before palming her mound with her thumb tapping Tina’s clit. Tina dragged a breath of heavy air veiled in imagery and lifted her hips to the echo of Bette growling her name. Her head rolled to the side as if Bette was sucking on her neck.

    With her eyes closed, Tina slipped her free hand inside her bra, Bette’s phantom mouth teasing and pulling, hardening the perky pink nipples. As Tina’s thumb found a rhythm rubbing her clit in hard, steady circles, she slipped two fingers into herself. Her flushed body curled with her fingers, her head dropped from the pillow, her knees bent as her thighs stiffened. Wetness seeped onto the sheets. Each hand brought her closer, but it was her mind full of Bette that tossed her over the edge. Tina’s back arched off the bed. Hollow, lonely moans filled the room. She took her hand away from her breast, collapsing with her arm over eyes. Her orgasm crashed over her with a wave of heaving, tearful sobs.

    ***

    Later that night at dinner, Tina found herself incredibly annoyed with everything Carrie said and did, even the way she breathed annoyed her. Tina checked her phone a number of times, unaware of just how often.

    Comments

    1. Okay Tina… get the courage to go talk to Carrie and tell her what the story is … put her back on the plane to where ever she came from and get on with her life and you get on with yours… She is in LA because of you… you said yes when she asked you to marry her… the time has come to fix things… and stop torturing Bette. And stop torturing yourself. Do the right thing and set things so everyone knows where things stand. This game of running and hiding is getting old… you are either all in or you are out of the game. So decide Tina…

      Thanks for the chapter…

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