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    The First Time (6)

    Story written on May 21, 2012 by lez-girlz.
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    Words: 1700
    Story Shortlink: https://lesfan.com/?p=79230
    Author Notes:

    The whole story of the first time Bette and Tina meet. Tina ends it.

    After the fourth person asked, she began ignoring them until they left her alone. As soon as the clock announced 4pm, she shoved her stuff into her bag, turned off her phone and computer, and swiftly left the office. On the way to her car she pulled the hair tie from her hair and let it fall into her face and against her neck. She opened her thermos and threw the cold, day-old coffee from it into the flower bushes outside the door, and stomped to her car.
    On her way home, she stopped at the liquor store and picked up a bottle of wine that she planned to drink all by herself. She was wanted to go home and curl up on the couch with that bottle of wine and watch terrible television until she couldn’t see straight. She didn’t even care the way she would feel tomorrow, all she could think about was numbing herself for the moment.
    As soon as her key opened the lock, she heard voices. She knew she hadn’t left the television on.
    "Hello?" she called out as she took her shoes off next to the door and tossed her keys onto a table.
    "Hey babe." Eric called out from the living room. Tina groaned internally.
    "What… did we have plans?" She walked into the room to see him sitting on the couch, beer in hand with the television blaring a football game. Tina hated football.
    "Nah, I just thought maybe we could cook some steaks or something tonight. They’re defrosting on the counter if you want to get started." He took a swig of beer and turned back toward the television.
    Tina felt rage swell up into her chest. She threw her bag onto a nearby chair, and began unbutton her restrictive blazer and shirt.
    "No, Eric. I don’t want to get started." She spat as she removed her shirt and threw it on the floor. 
    "Woah, did someone have a bad day?" Eric still hadn’t turned from the television. He took another gulp of beer.
    She didn’t answer him and instead went into her bedroom and changed into a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She padded out into the kitchen in her bare feet, and started banging things around. The sound had apparently disrupted Eric’s engrossment, and he wandered into the kitchen, grabbing another beer out of the refrigerator in the process.
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    1. Ooooh is she on her way to Bettes? And you keep referring to Eric coming inside of her..is she gonna be preggo?!! Love this story , great writing,please post soon!!

    3. I could feel Tina’s revulsion when Eric let himself into her apartment and expected her to “make a nice dinner” for them. How about him catering to her? What a selfish prick!

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