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    Temptation 2

    Bette sat there, mouth agape, as she watched Tina walk to the bathroom. Was Tina flirting with her? Or was that just wishful thinking? And it really shouldn’t be. She was with Jodi. Jodi. Right. The women she loved. Right.

    She cleared her throat and tried to compose herself as Tina returned to the table.

    "I took the liberty of buying you a drink" Tina said, grinning.

    "Why is it hidden behind your back?" Bette eyed the blonde suspiciously.

    Tina just continued to grin as she brought her hands to her front to reveal two shot glasses.

    "Oh God not…"

    "Sambucca!" Tina stuck her tongue out.

    "You know I can’t handle that" Bette groaned.

    "Excuse me, I must have been mistaking you for someone else. See, I know this woman called Bette Porter, and she thinks she can handle anything"

    "You’re right you must have me mistaken" Bette couldn’t help but grin.

    "You’re right, you are a wuss. Guess I’d better just drink these both myself if you can’t handle it" Tina brought one of the glasses to her lips.

    "Give it here" Bette reached over to grab the shot and necked it "Never call me a wuss, Kennard"

    Tina drank her shot and laughed "You’re so easy Porter"

    "Right, that’s it. Bar, now!" Bette ordered, getting up and prodding Tina in the direction of the bar."Two tequilas please"

    "Tequila, my favourite" Tina tried not to look slightly sick.

    "Isn’t pay back a bitch" Bette stuck her tongue out.

    The bartender passed over the two shot glasses full of the amber liquid along with a saltshaker and two pieces of lemon.

    "You wanna do this properly?" Tina asked, raising an eyebrow.

    "And what exactly do you mean by that?"

    Tina just smiled and proceeded to pour a line of salt on the side of her own neck "Or are you scared?"

    "Need I remind you, I’m Bette Porter, I don’t do scared"

    In reality, Bette’s heart was starting to pound. She couldn’t take her eyes off the contours of Tina’s neck. Her mind was taken back to the hundreds of times she’d dragged her tongue along it, sucking down on it in moments of ecstasy. Spurred on by Tina’s bravado, she handed the blonde a piece of lemon which she willingly held between her lips.

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    Comments

    1. Body shots. Ilene, are you listening? We so need Bette and Tina to do some erotic alcohol imbibing before the series ends. Thank you! PP as soon as you can!

    2. Hey BB, That was electric! The charge between BEtte and Tina mad ethe hair ont he back of my neck stand up. What a zap these gals fire. Totally wrapped up in each other. Love having the insight into their thought processes as temptation raises its brilliant head. Bette and Tina belong together. CAn’t wait for your next chapter so please continue soon. Great news and a big well done on graduating. Many thanks from Your Loyal Fan.

    3. Great post bealsbaby. I laughed at your Sambuca shots. It took me back to a party for a girlfriend of mine where we consumed way too many Sambuca shots. The next day, I had the worst hangover of my life and havent’ touched the stuff ever again. Sambuca is the DEVIL!!Hmmm….it appears the shots are bringing out the devil in Tina Kennard. Send Jodi back to the dance floor with Alice so that B & T can order a “screaming orgasm” next. LOL! PS.

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