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    The First Time (6)

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

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

    "What is your problem, Tina?" He asked as he popped the bottle cap off on the countertop, leaving a small indentation against the linoleum. 
    "Nothing." She kept her back to him and she threw ingredients together.
    He wandered over to her and put his arms around her waist and started kissing her neck. She felt a her entire body shudder in response. He took this as a sign of arousal. He ran his hands across her stomach, and lifted up her shirt. His hand free hand made its way up to her breast and began tugging on her nipple.
    Tina swallowed back a gag, and pushed against him with her lower body. Eric took this as an invitation to put down his beer and tuck his fingers under her waistband and make their way down. It was too much for Tina. She swivelled around and pushed him away from her.
    "Don’t…" she said with exasperation.
    "C’mon… have a beer. Relax. Let’s relax together." He put his arms on her shoulders and went in for a kiss. She turned her cheek and put her arms in front of her chest, palms out, pushing against him.
    "Don’t." Tina said, more forcefully this time.
    "What the fuck is your problem?" Eric backed away and brought his hands out to his sides in question.
    Tina was silent for a moment, and then finally spoke, "This. This is my problem."
    "What is ‘this’?" Eric was angry now.
    "Everything. You expecting me to cook. You just coming to my apartment and expecting me to cater to you when all I want to do is be alone with a bottle of wine and a book. You parading me around like I’m some kind of trophy. Expecting me to be ready, willing, and able at your beck and call." Tina swung the dish towel that was in her hand around wildly. 
    "What?" Eric asked incredulously. "Are you serious?"
    Tina just stared with a mix of malice and exasperation.
    "I thought we could have a nice dinner. Excuse me for being so presumptuous that my girlfriend may want to spend time with me. Also, parading you around? Are you fucking kidding me? You’re my girlfriend, Tina. What else am I supposed to do–hide you in the closet when company comes over? Oh, and another thing? Ready, willing, and able? Are you serious? Who was the one who came to my house last night in the middle of the night just to fuck me, and didn’t even stay? It’s only at your convenience. Don’t kid yourself, Tina." He said to her, his hands still at his sides, but now punctuating each of his points.
    "Fuck you." Tina spat at him, shaking her head, "Fuck you," she repeated.
    "Yeah Tina, that’s what you did last night."
    Tina gasped in surprise. Eric turned to go. "I’m leaving. Bye Tina." He grabbed his coat from a hook near the door and slammed it. She took his still-full beer from the counter and chucked it at the door. it shattered, and splattered beer all against the door and tile floor.
    "Fuck," she said, to no one.
    Tina turned to grab the frying pan from the stove and throw it into the sink with the now-ruined steaks. She released it quickly and yelled, "Shit!" The handle had been hot, and she had forgotten to put something on her hand before touching it.
    "Shit, shit, shit, shit!" She shouted, at nothing in particular. She side-stepped to the sink and ran her pink, raw hand under the cold water. 
    As she turned around, she surveyed the kitchen, she let out a frustrated whimper, and closed her eyes. She made a quick decision. Tina walked, with purpose, across the room to the couch and snatched her purse, hitting the off button on the remote on the way. She strode into the hallway and grabbed her keys from their resting place on the table, and opened the door. She stepped over the broken beer bottle and liquid that had now settled into a puddle, and shut the door behind her.
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    Comments

    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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