Tina: “You will let me make love to you first?” Half question, half staement. Frankly I am surprised Bette conceded so easily. Bette had always been the aggressor sexually both in terms of initiating ***** and dictating the way in which we had ***** and although things have changed for me, that does not mean they have changed for her or that she will be happy with the changes.

Bette: I stand up, completely seperating myself from Tina and make my way to the window suddenly unsure. I stand in front of the pane of glass and I can see my reflection. I can hear the light rain drops on the roof and see the drizzle down the window as I look out into the night. It is cloudy and cool but not cold cold, perhaps it is the fire and I see some stars. I am reminded of some of the autumn nights in Europe. I hear Tina approach behind me.

Tina: “Bette?” And I do not touch Bette, mindful of her personal space that less than a minute ago she was willing to forgo. In fact I stand far enough back to indicate displeasure.

Bette: I have my arms crossed, my head bent as I look at the ground, I do not turn around. I am firm when I speak. “I will not lie to you Tee, I have imagined that I would be making love to you, that I would be making you my wife again. It’s all I thought about for two years.” I see Tina slightly nodding her head because I can see her reflection in the window, I realize she can see me also and I immediately adjust my defensive body language. “But if this is important to you, then, that’s how we will do it.”

Tina approaches me from behind and wraps her arms around me. She says nothing. She is shorter than me but I can feel her pressing against me and I am excited immediately, and I know she is also. Tina presses into me harder responding to my body.

Tina: I stand on my tippy toes whisper in Bette’s ear ”Lift your arms up.” With ease I slip Bette’s black holter neck top off from behind. She has a delicate lacy black bra on underneath. I waste no time and undo Bette’s pants as she slips out of them, I notice her body is in better condition than before, as though that is somehow possible. Removing Bette’s pants exposes a black g-string. I think to myself I am going to enjoy this. I admire her arse and think that will be mine too. Oh my God, how long I waited for this. I run my finger down the middle of Bette’s back and it is clear  that Bette understands that she is to be the submissive one until I indicate otherwise. I know this because she has placed her hands in front of her, up against the wall. Bette automatically lets her head fall back with the pleasure she anticipates as my finger runs down her back. I stop as I reach the top of the g-string. I run my hands around the front, skimming over her nipples under the black lace touching them just hard enough to elicit a groan that indicates that was not enough. I flip the bra open and Bette allows me to slide down her arms. Instinctively I reach around and instinctively cup her ***** in my hands as I push harder against her. I run my right hand down to the front of her g-string and tug on it implying that it is time for it come off. I step back a fraction and admire her body while she removes it. I take my time, another reminder I am calling the shots. She will stand there until I am ready to make my move. I immediately place my fingers in Bette’s hot wet ***** from behind. I remove them and with the same hand I reach around and gently stroke her *****. It’s hard and wet.