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“Tell me,” she said. She crossed her right leg over her left, it bounced, a symbol of her anxiety, and she folded her arms across her chest.
“My flight landed yesterday morning. When I got home, I showered. I um…I put on a night gown,” said Tina.
“A sexy night gown? Like a negligée?” asked Bette.
Tina shook her head. “No. A regular night gown. It’s soft and silky, black, but it’s not really a sexy gown.”
Bette nodded. “Keep going.”
“I put on lube…so he would think I was…you know,” said Tina.
Bette’s eyes were narrowed, and her leg continued to bounce. “Go on.”
Tina cleared her throat. “I grabbed a condom and went into his bedroom. He was asleep. It was morning and um…he was already – – -,” she said.
“I get it. Morning boner. Go on.”
“I straddled him and slipped the condom on him. He woke up as I was putting it on,” said Tina.
Bette closed her eyes and shook her head, willing the images to leave her mind. “Okay.”
“Okay continue or okay stop?”
Bette opened her eyes. They seemed sadder than they had a moment before. Tina moved from the couch and sat in the chair next to her. She grabbed Bette’s hand.
“Continue,” Bette whispered.
“I climbed on top of him. I um…I rode him. It didn’t take long,” she said.
Tina placed her hand on Bette’s bouncing leg, stilling the emotion. “He came inside you?” asked Bette.
“In the condom.”
“Did it break?”
“No. It didn’t. And I’m on birth control, too. I’ve been on birth control for years. I never wanted an accident,” said Tina.
Bette met the worried hazel eyes. “Did you cum, T?”
“He thought I did.”
Bette stared at her. “Tina?”
“No. I didn’t. But I needed him to – – -,” she began.
Bette held up her hands, interrupting. “Believe you. I get it. I get it, Tina.”
Tina moved again, sitting on the floor in front of Bette, her hands on both the taller woman’s knees. “Do you really get it? Do you? Do you think I wanted to fuck him?”