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    Still – Chapter 3

    Bette swallowed hard and stared at her lover lying so wantonly below her. She was so in love with this woman, just the sight of her brought her to instant orgasms. They didn’t last long, a few strokes of each others’ already sensitive clits brought them to strong orgasms.  Tina wrapped her legs around Bette’s waist as they came, wetting each others’ pussies with their juices. Hands all over the others’ body, Tina pulling Bette’s firm ass closer and harder into her center.

     

    The women lay exhausted next to each other, both facing each other and stroking the others face, eyes closed. It was the sensations and feeling running through them that they wanted to feel. They wanted this closeness to close the gap that four years can do to people.

     

    “Bette.” Tina called to her lover whose eyes were still closed, but not asleep as she had a smile dancing on those kissed ripened lips.

    “T” Bette answered still smiling and slowly opening her eyes to come eye to eye with her soul mate. Bette had never believed in any of that until Tina came along. For her, she played the game and like all games, you left them when the whistle was blown. Being a star athlete in her youth, she knew too well about games.

    “Don’t ever do that to me again.” Tina held Bette’s gaze in earnest. She knew it was time they talked, not too much, but at least talked. Tina needed to know what brought the breakup on.

    “Let’s rest up and talk after our shower,” Bette suggested knowing how serious this was going to get. Exhaustion was finally catching up to her and knew she couldn’t cheat this conversation. Looking into Tina’s eyes, she knew they agreed, but were also afraid of the openness this talk demanded of them.

     

    Bette woke up for the second time that day under the sheets, this time she wasn’t nestled between her favourite breasts. Uncovering herself, she frowned when she realized she was alone. ‘You best not have imagined all of this Porter.’ She silently scolded herself.

    Sitting up, she realized the shower was on and she immediately relaxed and knew this was no dream.

    Tip toeing unnecessarily to the bathroom, because Tina knew Bette. Bette never missed the chance to join her in a shower, pool or the surf, so she was expecting her anytime soon. Feeling a slight breeze on her back, she felt Bette step into the shower with her.

    “Good morning love.” Bette said, nuzzling Tina’s neck.

    “Really honey? Morning still after hours in bed it’s still morning?” Tina asked, leaning into Bette while trying to reach her lips for that ‘morning’ kiss.

    “Any day I am with you, it feels like the beginning of newness.” Bette answered, gently directing Tina’s lips to hers, holding her chin. Slipping her tongue into Tina’s mouth, she turned her around into her embrace.

    “I love it when you lead me into your arms.” Tina broke the kiss and slid her arms up to circle Bette’s neck.

    “And I love having you walk into them without hesitation, because you belong there.” Bette had her arms around Tina’s waist, lightly resting on her lower back.

     

    With the water cascading down them, they stood gazing at each other in wonder. Finally they washed each other and got out the shower. Walking out the steamy, dreamlike bathroom, they entered the bedroom which was awash with the afternoon’s setting sun. The light of day reminded them of the realities they needed to face. Not with friends, colleagues, family or anybody but each other. 4 years ago.

     

     

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    Comments

    1. Wondering if, after four years apart and this rapid reunion, there’s another shoe and when is it going to drop. Could that shoe be named, “Andrew”? Thanks for posting 3 in a row.

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