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Tina woke first, her eyes adjusting slowly to a cloudy day, heavy rain clouds filling the sky. In their haste to get to bed last night, they had left the door to the balcony standing open and by the sound of it, the waves on the beach were huge and angry.
She could smell the salt air, hear a passing seagull but otherwise the only other sound was the light breathing of Bette laying next to her, so at peace, so lovely. She blinked a few times, yawned quietly. The room felt peaceful, like they were wrapped in a bubble, just the two of them in a safe cocoon away from the rest of the world.
Just me and my girlfriend, she thought. Bette. God, how did I get so lucky?
Tina studied the Bette’s body. She was on her side, facing Tina, the sheet just under her bellybutton and one arm laid in front of her breasts, the other stretched in front of her. The curves of her wonderful cleavage unmistakable, alluring. Tina couldn’t see the darker nipples, Bette’s arm was in the way but she appreciated the view nonetheless.
She noticed the hitch in her heart, the spark of arousal that coursed through her blood whenever she looked at Bette’s body, setting fire to her center. This never happened when she woke up next to Eric. Ever.
There was something hypnotic about Bette’s hourglass figure, the way her waist dipped from her rib cage to rise again with her hip, then fall again to stretch towards her long legs. It was perfection, giving meaning to the phrase “hills and valleys”, making Tina want to run her hands and mouth along the pathway, to taste Bette’s skin, feel her way along the route.
Tina pulled gently on the sheet, bringing it lower to lay below Bette’s thighs, exposing her. She took in the beauty of this perfect female form, the lithe, toned frame, the color and strength of her, the sexiness. Bette was beautiful, stunning even.
Her skin looked lighter in the pale morning sun than it did last night. More like honeyed butter, radiant. Against the white of the sheet, Bette’s skin was simply exquisite. She could not resist gently running the back of her hand over the taut belly, so good, so unbelievably soft.