Chapter 25

Bette pulled into Tina’s driveway and shut her engine off taking a brief moment to fight off her exhaustion from the day and gather her resolve to face Angelica. She opened the car door and stood up, taking her suit coat off and throwing it into the backseat of the Saab before shutting the door and walking up the sidewalk to the porch. Aside from the occasional dog barking in the neighborhood, the only sound Bette could hear was her heels on the pavement leading to the house.

She rang the doorbell as she nervously fumbled her keys in her hand. She twirled them around having the key ring on her index finger and flicking the actual keys with her thumb. When Tina opened the door and smiled at her, Bette’s nerves seemed to take a backseat to the happiness she felt in Tina’s presence.

“You look tired,” Tina said as she let Bette through the front door.

“I am.”

“How did it go?”

“Aside from the tears?”

“Sure,” Tina said grimacing knowing how much those tears would affect Bette.

“She handled it remarkably well and wishes us luck.”

“So she knows about us?”

“Hey,” Bette said in a hushed tone. “Are we forgetting that we’re attempting to keep this quiet?”

“She’s in bed already.”

“What?” Bette said checking her watch. “That’s not like her.”

“No, but after her homework was done she came out and said she just wanted to go to bed. So, she said goodnight and went to sleep. I just checked on her.”

“Oh,” Bette said disappointed.

“Sad it’s just us?” Tina said with a smile on her face.

“No but I do want this over with sooner rather then later. This slow and painful death is testing my last nerve.”

“How about a glass of wine then?”

“I’d love one,” Bette said as she put her keys in the pocket of her dress pants.

Tina grabbed Bette’s hand and led her to the kitchen, letting go only to obtain two glasses from the cupboard and the wine that was chilling in the refrigerator.

“Nice vintage,” Bette said catching a glimpse of the bottle in Tina’s hand.

“I thought you might like it.”

“It was the wine I had on our first date.”

“You remember,” Tina said smiling as she uncorked the bottle and filled the glasses halfway with the expensive vintage.

“I’d never forget such an amazing, life altering…” Bette paused for effect. “Bottle of wine.”

Bette smiled and allowed a sexy chuckle to escape while Tina threw the hand towel playfully at her.

“Hey!” Bette caught it before Tina’s perfect aim had it hitting her in the head.

“Don’t get too comfortable, we’ll sit outside and enjoy the night.”

Bette got up and followed Tina outside taking the chaise lounger beside her and looking up at the stars.

“Care to share what’s got you so deep in thought?”

“Seriously?” Bette said smiling as she took a sip of her wine. “I think you know me better then that.”

“I do, but also know that I’m dying to know and you’ve made remarkable progress when it comes to sharing your feelings.”

“Oh please,” Bette said rolling her eyes and laughing. “Is that your way of buttering me up?”

“Why yes it is Bette Porter,” Tina said seductively as she got off her own chaise lounger and sat on Bette’s near her feet facing her. She took Bette’s heels off and began to massage her feet, working the tension out on the balls of her feet as she seductively smiled in Bette’s direction.

“Now this is nice,” Bette closed her eyes and allowed a small moan to escape her lips at the touch of Tina’s soft but strong fingers on her skin. Her breathing deepened as her arousal from earlier began to find it’s way to the surface once again.

“You know, you promised me a night of passion in your office that we never got to,” Tina said smiling as she read Bette’s reaction to her fingers playing with the sensitive areas on her feet.

“I’m sorely aware we never got to that,” Bette’s voice was growing slightly husky with each touch of Tina’s fingers kneading her sore feet. Bette smiled at the thought that if Tina continued, her feet wouldn’t be where the aching was on her body.

“Care to share what’s so funny?”

“No,” Bette chuckled in a sexy, low voice. “Your head might grow too big.”

“Oh Bette, my dear love, you’re assuming that I can’t read your thoughts.”

“Oh really?”

“I can tell you every dirty little one that is passing through your mind right about now,” Tina said seductively as she allowed her fingers to inch under Bette’s pants and begin to massage her calves.

Bette smiled and bit her lower lip knowing that Tina was slowly going to escalate the tension between them due to their missed opportunity in her office earlier.

“And what am I thinking right now?”

“You’re praying that I spend about another 30 seconds tops on your calves and move up where you really want me to touch you.”

“Wow,” Bette said as she chuckled.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” Tina challenged.

“I can’t.”

“Care to tell me a bit more detail about Kristen?”

“You want to talk about Kristen?” Bette said desperately working to gain some level of composure to match Tina’s confidence.

“What happened?” Tina arched her eyebrow seductively.

“I was waiting for you,” Bette allowed a moan to escape and Tina removed her hands from under Bette’s pant legs and massaged her thighs over her dress pants, inching upward slowly.

“And?” Tina smiled seeing the effect she had on Bette’s body and mind.

“Do you really want to do this instead of concentrating on…” Bette said as she looked down at Tina’s hands massaging her thighs. “More important things like your hands?”

“It’s a good thing I’m so talented that I can listen and work my hands at the same time,” Tina said smiling.

“What did you want to know?” Bette asked breathless.

“What happened?”

“I was sitting in my chair and she walked up behind me.”

“What were you doing in your chair?”

“Doing pretty much what I’m about to beg you to do,” Bette said desperately trying to control her need.

“You what?” Tina arched her eyebrow in question as Bette’s eyes flung open at the stillness of her hands.

“I was,” Bette paused and worked to steady her breathing. “Damn T do we need to really talk about this?”

“She was there when you were touching yourself waiting for me?”

“She walked in on me touching myself,” Bette said frustrated with the turn of conversation from playful to serious.

“Now that bothers me,” Tina said as her fingers began to dig into Bette’s thighs in anger.

“Babe,” Bette started slowly. “She didn’t know what she was walking into and she didn’t know at that point that we’re together.”

“What did she see?”

“She saw me touching myself and then…” Bette’s voice trailed off.

“Spill it Bette, this is a completely open and honest relationship and I want the entire story.”

“She put her hand on the arm of my desk chair and I thought it was you.”

Tina waited in silence urging Bette to continue by the arch of her eyebrow.

“Why are you giving me the hairy eyeball?”

“Go on,” Tina said as her eyes began to cloud over with darkness that Bette knew to be anger.

“I put her hand on me thinking it was you.”

The air rushed out of Tina’s lungs in anger as she struggled to comprehend what Bette had just told her.

“In my defense I thought it was you.”

“I gathered that.”

“And in her defense she pulled her hand away when it happened because she knew she wasn’t part of that moment and knew it would be wrong to let it escalate.”

“That’s your defense for her?”

“Well it was her defense to me,” Bette said as she looked around to avoid Tina’s gaze.

“I’m not happy about that,” Tina said with an underlying anger.

“Tina,” Bette sat up and took Tina’s head in her hands to ensure they were looking in one another’s eyes. “There is nobody that I want touching me other then you. The only one I’ve ever so desperately needed to touch me here is you.” Bette took one of Tina’s hands in hers and placed it between her legs on her aching center.

Tina let a gasp of air out as she felt the evidence of Bette’s arousal through the thin material of Bette’s pants. Bette leaned her head to the side as she slid her other hand to the back of Tina’s neck and held her there while her lips began their exploration.

Tina leaned forward to press her lips harder against Bette’s as her fingers began to move against Bette’s center, igniting her passion even more.



Alice stood at the bar trying to steady herself as she stared at Kristen.

“What did you say?”

“They’re back together,” Kristen said finishing her beer. “Fuck me! I probably shouldn’t have said that!”

“Yeah.”

“Damn,” Kristen put her head in her hands in anger with herself. “Al you can’t say anything about knowing this! Bette will kill me if she knew I told you.”

“Why? I’m like, only their best friend and excited for them! What’s the issue with me knowing?”

“They aren’t ready to let the world into their relationship! God I am such a fuck up!”

“No,” Alice took another sip of her beer and put her hand on Kristen’s shoulder to offer support.

“Alice, you need to promise me you won’t tell anyone,” Kristen said seriously as she worked to focus in on Alice’s eyes, a task made extremely difficult based on the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

“Kristen,” Alice said as she put her beer down. “If it’s that important to you, I promise I won’t tell anyone that I know they’re back together.”

“Who’s back together?” Shane asked from behind Alice. “Hey Kristen, good to see ya.”

“Hey Shane,” Kristen said in a defeated tone.

“Who’s back together?”

“Nobody,” Alice said smiling and winking at Shane. “It’s not my story to tell.”

“Al,” Shane put her hands on Alice’s shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. “I’m so proud of you I could burst into tears.”

“Thanks,” Alice smiled at Kristen and winked.

“Thank you Al,” Kristen said quietly to keep the conversation between just the two of them.

“How much have you two had to drink?” Shane questioned seeing the glazed over look in both Alice and Kristen’s eyes.

“Ugh too much,” Kristen muttered as she pushed her beer bottle toward the bartender.

“How about I give you both a ride home?” Shane asked concerned for the safety of her friends.

“Don’t you have some random hookup to make?”

“Funny Al, I could do that, or I could be the wonderful and gentle person I am and get you both home and tucked in.”

“I don’t have a place to go,” Kristen said in a fog. “I don’t have the keys to my old house still and I don’t pick them up until tomorrow.”

“Where were you planning on staying?” Alice asked with a smile on her face.

“Bette’s to be honest.”

“I can drop you by Bette’s,” Shane offered.

“No! I don’t want to go there and bother her.”

“I’m sure she won’t look at it that way.”

“No Shane,” Alice said speaking way too loudly as there was a break in the music and thus, no need to shout over it. “I don’t think that’s a good idea because Kristen left to go to New York but now she’s back. But even if she’s back she still left to go to New York in the first place if ya know what I mean?”

“No I don’t,” Shane said looking confused.

“How much have you had to drink?” Alice asked Shane.

“Me?”

“Yes you.”

“Not half as much as you’ve had I gather,” Shane said smiling. “Let’s settle the tab and we’ll figure out where to take Kristen when we get into the car. Or I can call Bette to come get you if you’d rather that Kristen?”

“No!” Alice and Kristen answered at the same time.

“It’s like talking to a wall with you Shane, didn’t you hear what I just said?” Alice asked as her words began to slur together.

“I heard every word Al, the issue is that it makes no sense.”

“It makes sense if you listen. Kristen can’t call Bette because she went to New York.”

“Bette is in New York?”

“No Kristen is in New York.”

“Kristen is right beside you Alice.”

“Now, but then she was in New York.”

“Did you come here with Dana and Helena?” Shane asked growing tired of the confusion surrounding the conversation.

“Yes,” Alice smiled.

“Kristen did you come here with anyone?” Shane asked the other highly intoxicated woman.

“No.”

“So let’s make our way back to Dana and Helena and we’ll figure out what to do from there ok?”

“We can just hang here,” Alice offered.

“The goal is to get you both away from the bar and anyone that thinks it’s ok to serve you based on how lit you are.”

“Good plan,” Kristen whispered to Shane causing Shane to laugh and help her off the bar stool.

“Let’s go Al,” Shane put an arm around each drunk woman and led then through the crowd to the table where Dana and Helena still sat afraid to approach anyone in the crowd.



“This is getting highly dangerous,” Bette whispered inches from Tina’s lips as her breath caressed Tina’s face gently.

“Very,” Tina said quietly as her fingers began a faster rhythm against Bette’s center. Tina’s breasts rose and fell quickly in time with her rapid breathing.

“I want these pants off.”

“Not more then I do,” Tina said smiling at her sexy partner. Bette’s smile was half-cocked and her breathing was just as erratic as Tina’s was.

Bette leaned in and eagerly thrust her tongue past Tina’s lips and teeth, playfully dueling with Tina’s inpatient one. Bette gasped for air as she broke the kiss and looked down at Tina’s fingers that were now thoroughly massaging her, causing her resolve to melt and desperation to set in.

“I need you now,” Bette uttered breathlessly.

“Now,” Tina agreed in a matched tone to Bette’s.

Tina quickly got up off the chaise lounger eliciting a moan from Bette at the absence of her fingers where they were needed most. She held out her hand to help Bette up, a gesture that was not needed but appreciated all the same.

Bette walked barefoot to the side grabbing Tina’s hand and pulling her toward the house. Tina broke out into laughter at the sound of wine glasses shattering on the cement after she felt her leg knock them over.

“Fuck,” Tina said looking down to examine the glass to ensure Bette didn’t step on it in bare feet. “Watch yourself Babe.”

“Yeah,” Bette’s answer was quick and breathless as she grabbed Tina’s hand and pulled her body into an embrace.

Bette’s tongue quickly found it’s way into Tina’s mouth as her hands massaged Tina’s hip bones and she walked them closer to the door leading into the house.

“Angie.”

“She’s asleep remember?” Tina reminded her as she pushed Bette up against the side of the house and inserted her leg between Bette’s causing her to spread them wider and lean against the wall for extra support.

Bette let go of Tina’s waist to work on unbuttoning her pants and sliding the zipper down. Her pants, now gaping open, began to slowly descend her body as Tina pushed them down over her hips and let them pool at their feet.

“T, the house,” Bette begged for Tina to take control and move their encounter inside.

“House,” Tina agreed helping Bette steady herself long enough to pull her pants back over her hips in an effort not to trip on them while walking.

The women made it quickly inside Tina’s bedroom and Bette had no hesitation in removing her pants. She stood there, watching Tina’s reaction to her body, in her thong and button down dress shirt. The sight before her sparked a hunger in Tina that was unimaginable. She walked to Bette and stood before her, slipping her hand inside the dress shirt and Bette’s bra, using her thumb to massage Bette’s nipple. Bette smiled and let her soft, sexy chuckle escape which fueled Tina’s need more.

Tina turned her around to face the full-length mirror in her room while she stood behind her. Bette saw their bodies together, perfectly molded to one another, both working to control their labored breathing.

Tina’s hand made it’s way to the front of Bette’s body causing Bette to arch her head back and close her eyes.

“Look at us,” Tina commanded.

Bette struggled but opened her eyes to see their reflection in the mirror.

Tina placed her hands low on Bette’s thighs, watching intently as Bette’s skin reacted to the sensation of her dragging her nails upward. Tina’s nails left a faint red mark on Bette’s thighs. Tina used her nails, once again, to rake over the skin causing the last bit of patience Bette had to dissolve.

“Please,” Bette uttered one word in a husky tone.

“She’s in the other room so be quiet,” Tina whispered in Bette’s ear. She then allowed her tongue to trace the outer part of her ear and then blew cold air over the path that her tongue just wet.

Bette’s answer was nothing more then a moan, her inability to say anything in response further fueled Tina’s desire.

Tina slowly put two fingers inside of Bette’s mouth and allowed her tongue to wet them.

“I don’t think that’ll be a problem but I love the feel of your mouth,” Tina whispered in her ear.

“Oh God,” Bette answered when Tina took her fingers out and allowed her to speak.

Tina used one hand to steady Bette’s head by her hair so her eyes were focused on the mirror. The other hand, the one with the damp fingers, snaked down her body. She parted her legs more in anticipation of Tina touching her. Bette leaned back, thankful for Tina standing behind her and offering much needed support.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tina whispered in Bette’s ear.

Tina slipped her fingers inside of Bette’s thong, one that she recognized as a gift she had given her when they were together.

“I always loved these on you.”

“I only wear them when it’s a special….” Bette’s voice trailed off as she moaned and threw her head back hitting Tina’s supportive shoulder.

Tina felt Bette’s arousal the moment her fingers hit the short, curly hair. Her pubic hair was damp and her legs buckled slightly when Tina pushed her further toward an orgasm by slipping two fingers easily inside.

The benefit in having been together for so long is that both women knew the other’s body and what would obtain a desired result. Tina wasted no time in locating Bette’s G-spot and began to tease it with her fingers wanting to push Bette over the edge quickly.

“Oh God,” Bette moaned as her mouth gaped open and her eyes rolled back into her head. The ability to even focus on their image in the mirror had long since passed.

“Come on Baby,” Tina urged her as she felt Bette’s insides clamp down on her fingers, making it almost impossible for her to continue moving her fingers in the rhythm she had established.

Tina took her one free arm and wrapped it around Bette’s waist as her body shook. Bette reached behind and held onto any part of Tina’s body she could grab. As an orgasm ripped through Bette, Tina watched them in the mirror, intent on seeing the ultimate vision, the two of them making love.

As Bette’s breathing slowed, she took some of the weight off Tina and steadied her legs. Tina removed her fingers from inside of Bette and offered them to her lover for her to taste herself. Bette smiled as she opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to run over each part of Tina’s fingers seductively, enjoying the taste of her own arousal.

“God you’re amazing,” Tina said smiling as she whispered in Bette’s ear.

Bette turned her head to face Tina, their lips inches from one another’s, their breathing returning to normal.

“I love you Tina.”