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“I’m going to change into something more comfortable real quick, ok if I borrow something? I didn’t pack a bag, I was in a hurry to get here.”
“Tee, you know the answer to that question. You can always start leaving things here too, if you want.” Tina smiled softly at Bette, the significance of what Bette just said not lost on her.
“I like wearing your things, but I can bring some over too…be right back…”
“Don’t take too long… wait, kiss me before you go…”
When Tina came back, she was wearing Bette’s Yale t-shirt, which came down to just above her upper thighs and Bette immediately decided this was her favorite outfit on Tina. She had put her hair up in a loose, messy bun and her face was free of makeup.
She sat in between Bette’s legs, resting her head on her girlfriend’s shoulder. Bette’s arm came around to pull her in closer, the t-shirt riding up even more on Tina’s thighs, her underwear peeking out at her crotch. Tina drank from the wine glass, refilling it from the bottle Bette placed on the side table and handed it to Bette for her to have some.
“So, apparently Grannie Ellie is your biggest fan”
“What do you mean?”
“On the way back to her apartment, she went on and on about you… how beautiful and tall you are, how you always smell so good and how gentle you are.”
“What?” Bette chuckled, sipping from the wine glass. She kissed the top of Tina’s head again.
“Yes. She mentioned it a couple times. She said you are always so considerate, so gentle in the way you touch me, take care of me. She saw you the same way I see you, Honey.”
Bette swallowed, Tina’s words making her feel like she could walk on clouds.
“She said you have gentle hands. That when you touch me you are careful, protective. She liked that. Oh, and that she thinks you have been hurt before…”
Tina sat up and turned to straddle Bette, kissing her several times softly. “One day we will have to talk about all that.”
Bette just nodded, her eyes lost in Tina’s above hers, the warmth of her center pressing on Bette’s stomach noticeable. She reached to kiss Tina deeply, their tongues moving slowly over each other.
“You taste good, Honey…” Tina whispered.
“You feel good…” Bette responded, her hands sneaking up under Tina’s t-shirt to run up her back.
“Now that I am an out and out lesbian…” Tina whispered in between kisses, practically molding into Bette, she felt and tasted so good.
“Maybe it’s time we tried some new positions, lesbian style. You know, now that I am officially in the club and all…”
“I think I might be too gentle to engage in any official wild lesbian activity….”
“Baby, I think you’ll manage just fine….”
Bette’s chuckle filled Tina’s ears, as they made their slow way into the house.