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    The First Time (4)

    "No, that’s not really my thing." She shrugged, "Besides, I don’t really have much family." Bette didn’t seem bothered by it, she was simply stating a fact.
    "Okay, now let me show you the Smith." She put her hands on Tina’s shoulders and guided her out of the room. "Close your eyes though!"
    Tina laughed, but obliged. "Okay…" she said as she let Bette guide her through the unfamiliar house.
    Finally they came to a stop, and Bette said, "Open your eyes."
    Above a mantle, in what Tina assumed must be the dining room, was a set of three prints. They were breathtaking.
    "Oh… wow," Tina whispered, "They’re… beautiful."
    She stared in silence for a few moments, and felt Bette’s eyes on her. Tina turned to face her.
    "So are you." Bette responded, looking completely serious.
    Tina didn’t say anything, just stared back at Bette. A few more moments of silence passed, and an overwhelmed Tina looked away. Her heart was in her throat. She didn’t know what she was doing here.
    Bette’s hand reached up to her chin and pulled her back so they were once again facing each other. Tina looked at her, mouth open, and breathing hard. They were both completely sober now–any tipsiness from the wine had been completely washed away. 
    Bette pulled Tina’s chin up more, and brought her face closer. Her hand slid to her cheek and cupped it as she pressed her lips against Tina’s. Tina could feel Bette leaning into her and felt her own body pushing back against it. She felt Bette’s other hand reach up and entangle itself in her hair and pull her face even closer.
    Tina’s hands stumbled wildly at her sides before they found a place against Bette’s waist. Her one hand snaked up her back and she could feel every muscle through the folds of her dress. She felt the outline of Bette’s bra as she brought her hand to her shoulder.
    Bette’s tongue danced in and out of her mouth, skating across her lips and teeth. Tina felt almost as though she was drowning in Bette’s kiss, but she couldn’t get enough. It was as though she couldn’t get enough, she couldn’t be close enough or be touching enough.
    Bette slowed down, and eased out of the kiss. She leaned her forehead against Tina’s, and planted slow and light kisses against her lips, her hand now resting on Tina’s neck.
    Tina suddenly realised what was happening. Every inch of her felt like it was on fire. A glorious fire of nerve-endings and arousal. But it was a fire she needed to put out. Now.
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    1. Wine, an invitation to see Bette’s personal collection of etchings… what did Tina think would happen? ;P Thanks for the posts, I’m enjoying your story. :)

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