Chapter 12: Second date and jealousy

Yale University 17 Years ago Tina’s POV

It was time for me to pick Bette up from her studio for our second date. I had decided to take her to my special place down by the lake. I often went there after Bette left. It was the only place I could think and remember my time with her in private. I decided to dress in some really sexy but not too sexy. I after an hour out trying on different clothes I decided to go for my favourite black transparent shirt and my favourite pair of tight, black pants. I knew that would probably knock the air out of Bette but that was all I wanted as well as see her shake with desire. I was just putting the final touches to my makeup when there was a knocking on my door. I sighed heavily and went to open it. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I saw Bette stood there wearing a stunning white two piece suit. I think my eyes popped out of my head

“Are you going to let me” I couldn’t find my voice so I moved aside and let Bette in “You look absolutely amazing” I blushed fiercely as I closed the door

“Sorry I was kinda umm… umm” Bette laughed. I stumbled over my words and blushed again. Bette walked up to me wrapped her arms around me “You’re so fucking gorgeous you know that” She pulled me flush against her body. I found it so hard to control my desire for her

“Thank you baby, so are you” I kissed her softly on the lips. I knew I had to control myself, no matter how hard it was

“I thought I was picking you up from the art studios” Bette smiled mischievously and I saw a naughty look in her eyes

“I decided to come over early to surprise you” I wrapped my arms around her seductively and leaned in to kiss her. Our lips were inches apart. I teasingly lingered my lips in front of hers

“I like your surprises” Bette smiled seductively before she closed the gap between our lips. It was passionate, fiery kiss. Our hands began to roam each others’ bodies. Before we knew it we were on the couch. I was on top of her. I felt Bette’s hand as it moved under my top and to my breasts. I moaned as Bette began to caress and massage my breasts. It felt so good and more importantly it felt right, like it was where I belonged. I ran my hand down Bette’s toned stomach and to the button of her pants. I felt her tense and she pulled away, her breathing was ragged