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Tina wandered off to a nearby stall and, after perusing the small selection of pottery, drifted next to another stand that had hand woven scarves and handkerchiefs.
Despite herself, Bette found her attention drawn to the way Tina ran her hand along the selection of scarves on display, a flash of leg showing in the slit at the back of her skirt, her hips swaying delightfully as she moved. Bette could hear the sound of Tina’s laughter as the seller tried to convince her that she could not live without owning one of his creations.
She kept tabs on where her blonde girlfriend drifted, making sure she knew where Tina was all while dazzling the art historian with her knowledge and opinion on art as a medium for expression. The art debate fizzled as more customers filled the stand, and Bette slowly walked to the next stall to smell some candles, her eyes on the athletic figure of the blonde at the stall across the way.
Tina was trying on hats, discarding one after another and every so often she would catch Bette’s eye… waiting for the slight shake of brunette curls to say no or for the small smile and nod that meant yes. When she found a sun hat that Bette really liked, judging by the wide Porter grin, Tina purchased it and nonchalantly made her way along the row to the next thing that interested her, the brunette not far behind.
And so began a morning of distance flirting, wooing from afar. Their desire for each other was an ever pressing, ever present throb, the newly awakened hunger for the other not slackened by the intimacy they had shared already. If anything, it heightened it. Simply put, they could not get enough of each other, the sexual tension making their bodies taut with electricity.
They were both young, beautiful and so in love that when one was out of reach the absence was keenly felt. They had made out that morning, of course, and Tina could still picture the way Bette’s wild curly hair felt as they brushed against her face or chest when they kissed, providing a canopy of sorts, making her feel like she was enveloped by a Bette cocoon. Wonderful.