She leant against the counter, gasping for breath. She seriously needed to gather herself. She didn’t know what to do – which is very uncommon if your name is Bette Porter. Her gaydar went mad, but Alice had told her Tina was straight before. But Alice too had had her doubts every time she had met this blonde.

She went back to the living room, where her desk was. Tina had stood up again and was taking a look at the many cables. This gave Bette a very good opportunity to admire her ass, which she much enjoyed. Suddenly, Tina turned around, catching Bette in the acted.
Bette felt her face reddening, but ignored it. Tina gave her a knowing smirk which made Bette blush even more profusely, but again, she acted dumb.

“So,” Tina said. Bette imagined hearing that voice when they were getting naked and sweaty, she imagined how Tina’s moans would sound…
“Bette?” Tina asked, waving her hand in front of the brunettes face. Bette came back to the real world, confused. Tina let out a laugh that made Bettes heart warm.
“Did you even hear my question,” Tina chuckled. Bette shoke her head to signify she didn’t, as she wasn’t able to form full sentences around this woman.

“That must have been a mighty good view then,” Tina winked. At least, that was what Bette thought she was trying. She failed hugely, but it was very cute.
“It was,” Bette said, a little bit of the familiar Porter-charm was coming back. “I bet they line up for you.”
“Yes, well, you would think that… but I’m an unfortunate woman,” Tina sighed over-dramatically, clearly acting.
“Why Ms Kennard, is that so?”
“Yes, it is. You see, until recently, I had this ridicolous idea I was straight, can you imagine that?”
Bette swallowed and said: “No, not really.”

“We have to get to work, tough. I asked you that it’d be better I’d show you how I do everything, but you were too busy taking in my drop-that-gorgeous ass.”
Bette’s face was all flustered once again. “Yes, that’s… that’d be great.”

Bette Porter went over to her desk and sat down on the chair. She waited for Tina to instruct her what to do. She felt the blonde leaning in over her shoulder. She laid her hand on Bette’s right hand, that was handling the mouse. An electric jolt shot through Bette’s body and she felt goosebumps erect on her arm. Tina’s hot breath in her neck caused the hairs there to rise and Bette found herself unable to concentrate.