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    Something so right – chapter one

     

     

    Alice didn’t even have to look up – she knew who it was. Hell she had seen this hundreds of times. Once she had even tried to pick what piece of music should accompany the arrival in a lesbian club of one – of the one and the only – Bette Porter. Shane did look round though she knew who had arrived without looking either -there was something about the way a 100 or so lesbians got the sexual thrill of seeing Bette and the reigniting of 100 hopes that tonight would be the night when Bette Porter picked them for the night of their lives.

     

     

    Bette looked around and spotted the faces that she expected to see in this club on this night of the week – the exes who hated her guts – the exes who were still in love with her, the women who wanted the chance to be exes. She stole a quick glance at herself in the glass door that lead to the restaurant below the night club. Tonight she looked good – who was she kidding – she looked good every night.

     

    Bette Porter seemed to have a genetic impossibility to look untidy or dishevelled.

     

    Tonight she was wearing figure hugging black jeans and a black blouse. Her long dark hair had been straightened out which made her look even more alluring.

     

     

    There was no woman in the room who would not give an entire years salary for the slightest physical contact with Bette Porter. If Shane was the young apprentice then Bette was the Grand Master of lesbians. You just didn’t refuse Bette Porter.

     

    “Hey there “ Bette slipped onto a chair beside Shane “Sorry I’m late “

     

    “Its not ten past seven yet -you’re fine “ Shane assured her and handed Bette the third bottle of lager.

     

     

    “Ta – boy I need this – its been one hell of a week – I need some relaxation tonight -cheers “

    Bette raised her bottle and took a long drink

     

    “Ah – that was good. If there isn’t much in the line of talent in here tonight I fully intend to get very drunk. I don’t have any plans at the weekend apart from sleep and laundry “

    Comments

    1. Wow. I’m really intruiged my the start of this one. Definitely understand that you can’t post as much as you used to but i hope you get another chapter of this story out soon.

    2. I am sooo glad to see a TiBette story in the making… Thank you. This sounds great. I love the way Bette feels Tina is so special. Soon to be the love of her life. PPS

    3. I like it Bette was a little pushy but she is used to all those easy girls that just fall into her bed if she looks at them. Hope she stays and takls to Tina and tries to be a friend to her first.

    4. Ally i am so happy to see that you have posted a new story, well i didn’t read it yet, but i am going to right now, i just wanted to ask you, is it a short or long story? thanks love

    5. Good God Ally, how do you do it… your writing especially these Tibette beginnings are so vivid and wonderful. Well you know now that you will simply have to post another chapter pronto :-)Thank you!!!

    6. hey ally, this is a great start to what must be a wonderful story, since you are writing it. can’t wait for the next chapter. sorry that you are busier but hope all is well. you know youa re important to us :)

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