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    The Telling

    My tongue slid easily into the hollow by her ear again, circling once before tracing her fluttering pulse down her body, down over the soft mounds of her ***** and feasting on the erect nipples that made her writhe at the contact.  Slipping in between her *****, I planted kisses in a line down her stomach, down to where her skirt was bunched and creased around her thighs.  Reaching underneath it, I snatched at her panties and slid them down so that I could see tiny hairs peeking over the waistband.  Tugging them lower, I somehow managed to remove them, the thin cotton soaked through with the musky scent that was as intoxicating as the sight of her, half-naked and groaning in desire.  She opened her legs, then, her eyes opening once and gazing at me as I leaned over her.

    The brown of her eyes had ignited to a fiery bronze, her dilated pupils darkening her gaze as she reached for me again, her hands closing over my limbs, her hips lifting towards my naked body.  For a second I hesitated and she sensed my withdrawal, my anticipated fear that bled into my face.

    Her fingers trailed through my hair, hanging down and almost touching her *****.  Rubbing her fingertips against the blackness, she almost smiled, the upturn of her lips precipitating her admission of need, of love, of pure want that thickened her voice.

    "***** me," she said softly, taking my hand and placing it firmly between her legs.  We both gasped as my fingers crept inside her folds, slick and inviting.  It was all I could do not to plunge them deep into her and lose myself in the core of who she was to me.

    "Are you…" I couldn’t believe I was hesitating. The sharp knife-edge of memory cut through my mind, reminding me of the last time she had done this, the last time she had taken my hand in hers.

    She groaned again as my fingertips moved inside her, sliding over her inner lips, up and down the length of her *****, finally resting on her clitoris, hard and engorged with lust.  Her hips bucked against me and she bit down on her lower lip, air hissing through her teeth.

    Comments

    1. You have a great handle on the way words flow and an excellent vocabulary. The sentences take on a languid quality which reflects Bette’s inertia very well. Perhaps dividing this into chapters would make it easier for those of us with short attention spans.

    2. Does the end mean the end or TBC. That was womderful,well written. Letting us know that Tina still loves Bette,but can’t be with her because of all the hurt. Thanks

    3. This is extraordinary. I loved it the first time I read it and have been longing for a next chapter ever since. Please follow this up with something–ANYTHING!

    4. This was incredible. As I was reading, I kept thinking that this can only end badly, but I couldn’t stop from reading it anyway…one hand periodically hitting the down arrow button on my keyboard, the other clenching the arm of my chair. Thanks!

    5. WoW! The flow was great, the vivid imagery was very well used and the internal thoughts are well written, graciously weaved into the whole story. Articulate and clear language. Very well done. Like JB said, sex can be a lot of things, it can be about power, reconnection, and other things… and yours have been graciously and beautifully written to reflect as reconnecting as well as asking for forgiveness.

    6. This is sooooooo good, Gaymo. And I know the American went back home so you should have plenty of time to write more for us. Put the Bailey’s down and get busy.

    7. holy hootin’ hell! That was AMAZING! you capture their pain and just, wow, just that’s crazy good. I’m floored really, so glad to read some quality BT emotional storytelling. I hope this isn’t the end for this story!!

    8. oh my goodness, you made me cry. you write very visually i can just see bette’s heart breaking… who is on the phone? will you please write a part 2? you’re really doing a wonderful job

    9. I’m never writing again. I swear to god. Anything I could come up with would be like lining up a hand tracing that became a turkey with a New York Times best-seller. :D To say this was incredible would be an insult. I still feel the ache in my chest. Please, for the love of all that is good and holy, please write more. Soon. Now? :P 5 stars!!

    10. Hahah cramit! i was thinking the same thing.. right now i feel like i couldnt write anymore… All i want to do is wait for the next chapter… :D Gaymo please write soon… dont let your Portard family down!

    11. Oh my god!
      How great is that story, it moved me so much with your expression and use of words, ( i even shed a few tears) you are truely a great writter, keep up the good work.xxx

    12. Just wanted to reiterate my desperate need for you to continue this story. The ache while reading this……it’s still unbelievable. Your writing is amazing. Please, please continue this. :)

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