Little did she knew, Tina’s mind was on exactly the same thing. They’d had so much of each other lately, and still she felt desperate.

“You … look really beautiful,” Bette smiled, trying to remain as innocent as she could. Still, having the young woman so close and dressed so formally was bringing out another side of her. The sensual Bette. She had to clear her throat to try and gather her willpower as she turned down another street.

The waiting was torture for Tina, and especially when she knew that Bette felt the same way. “Umm … thanks. You … look amazing.” She had to look out the window so she wouldn’t feel tempted to let her dress slip up her thighs. She wanted to behave, but the problem was how to go about it. All she wanted was Bette – even in the backseat. She just wanted to be touched. Look at the trees. Focus. Count them.

Bette saw Tina’s focus, and it made her smile. And that was when she found no use in torturing herself. So she brought her right hand from the steering wheel down to rest in Tina’s lap.

Tina jumped a little in response, but when she saw it was Bette’s hand, she slowly helped it under her dress, blushing.

“Right here?” Bette teased, easily driving with one hand, as she did it that way most often. And when she looked over at Tina, the reaction she saw was priceless. “I bet you’re wishing you hadn’t worn anything under that,” Bette chuckled, sliding her hand up further when she felt Tina shiver. Bette had to clear her throat again, because to her surprise, Tina hadn’t worn anything under her dress. “Fuck …”

Instead of trying to justify what she hadn’t worn for the occasion, Tina just leaned back in her seat and closed her eyes. It felt too good to speak, so she just opened her legs and relaxed. Bette’s fingers were pleasing her in a gentle, knowing way.

“Oh my god, T … You’re so wet …” Bette looked around, feeling flush. All she could do was imagine her face between Tina’s legs, and the thought was incredibly distracting. She gripped the wheel a little tighter while she pressed onto Tina’s clit with the other hand. The little sounds Tina whimpered were making her crazy. “We’re almost there.”

“Mmm … I’m getting pretty close,” Tina teased in her low whispered tone, shifting a little in her seat.

When Bette pulled her hand back, licking off her fingers, Tina was confused. She didn’t want to close her legs. “What are you doing?” She moaned when she saw Bette tasting her fingers. And just as she’d meant to keep something a secret, she blurted it right out. “I bought something. I didn’t buy it for tonight, but … you have that look in your eyes … I want it so bad … I wanna use it on you.”

Bette looked over with interest as they stopped at a light, but her excitement was threatened when Tina went quiet. She wanted to know what it was – she was curious now, so she slipped her hand back down onto Tina’s thigh, thankfully with no one to see. She was becoming to so open and so careless about public displays of affection. Tina had such an effect on her that she rarely noticed it.

With Bette’s hand teasing her, Tina was helpless. “Bette … I can’t think.”

“Good. Tell me what it is,” she whispered, her fingers finally meeting between Tina’s legs again. They rubbed her gently. “Tell me. I wanna know … Please T … You’re driving me crazy.”

“So are you,” Tina moaned, finding it frustrating that she couldn’t spread her legs any wider. “Oh god … it’s a toy …”

Bette’s eyes went wide and her heart started beating so quickly that her breathing was affected. “T …” was the only thing she could think to say. She’d fantasized about Tina using toys with her – was it a strap on? She had to know.

“It fits me perfectly,” Tina whispered, sitting back in her seat. I have to last until we get back … it’ll be a while till she’ll really take me.

“We’re here,” Bette moaned, slipping out of her side of the car.

Or maybe it won’t.