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    Thursday the 8th, #3, part 2

    Somehow, Tina realized that her hands had moved to Bette’s hips. Trying to complete the earlier unsafe action, she again ran a tentative hand over the curve of Bette’s *****.”

    “Tina?”

    Tina looked into Bette’s deep brown eyes and saw a need there that must have matched her own. She gave Bette one more kiss, this time, ending by running her tongue over Bette’s top lip.

    This time, Bette followed with a kiss of her own. Tina willingly assented not just to the kiss, but to the exploration of her mouth by Bette’s tongue. She tried to push herself closer into Bette, finding difficulty with her current shape.

    An urgency developed between them, one that Tina didn’t feel she wanted to properly sate in the kitchen.

    She took Bette’s hand, and started leading her towards the bedroom.

    But Bette had ideas of her own. As they entered the living room she tugged on Tina’s hand, and took her over to the couch. She moved her hands into the waistband of Tina’s leggings, teasing her fingertips with. “May I?”

    Tina nodded, feeling the cool air as Bette pushed the garment down over her hips. Bette took Tina’s hand, and helped her to get seated on the couch before peeling the rest of the garment off.

    Suddenly, Bette was kneeling before her, her mouth making its way up Tina’s inner thighs.

    How many times had they done this? How long since they had done this? Since Bette’s need was so great that she had taken Tina with the bare minimum of undressing. Skirts were almost required at one point in their relationship. Tina had left so many clubs with her underwear in Bette’s purse, each of them eager for a repeat performance of what Bette had given her in the restroom, in a dark corner booth, or out in the car.

    With Bette nearing her aching center, Tina thrust out her hips, but both realized that this position had problems.

    Always one to adapt, Bette seated herself on the couch next to Tina. She let her fingers resume the job that her mouth had started, exploring in the inviting warm and wet folds.

    As she did that, Bette ran another hand behind Tina’s neck and up into her hair. She brought her lips back to Tina’s, using her kisses to further express her need.

    Tina let out a moan into Bette’s mouth as the skilled fingers working within her kept up their exploration, touching her in ways that only Bette knew intimately; ways that were driving her completely wild.

    She thrust her hips forward, trying to move Bette’s fingers deeper. Bette complied, with two fingers going in deeply, and her thumb working on Tina’s *****.

    Reveling in the sensations, Tina let her head roll back. As she did, Bette started working her way down Tina’s neck, placing light kisses.

    Then she felt Bette’s mouth on her breast, teeth lightly raking over the nipple, the sensation enhanced by the fabric that still covered her sensitive flesh. Bette took more of the breast into her mouth, again easing her head back, teasing with her teeth as she pulled away.

    It was all so Bette. That was the only way Tina could really describe. The combination of skill, of knowledge of her desires, of passion. She ran her hands over Bette’s back, so glad to feel this woman.

    She had almost completely lost herself within the sensations, when the sound of the doorbell intruded.

    “No,” Tina murmured.

    But there it was again. The sound. Insistent. Beckoning.

    Tina opened her eyes and let out a cry

    (tbc)

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    Comments

    1. Pseud..just read your last 5 chapters and god they are good. You do know how to wright girl. Keep up the good work and I must read all your other chapters aswell…so I better get to it. post soon

    2. While reading this gr8 fanfic I’m always reminded of a song called ‘After All’ by Cher & Peter Cetera

      Well, here we are again
      I guess it must be fate
      We’ve tried it on our own
      But deep inside we’ve known
      We’d be back to set things straight

      I still remember when
      Your kiss was so brand new
      Every memory repeats
      Every step I take retreats
      Every journey always brings me back to you

    3. GOD THIS IS SO GOOD. I am right there being that voyeur watching them in joy. Hey you write this stuff so well I think I’m going to recrut you to write my love scenes what do you think????

    4. NOoooooo!!! I think I know who that is>>Hell-No-ahhh!!! She’s like indigestion after a crappy meal-always coming up at the most inopportune time, leaving me wiith a bad taste in my mouth. Run Tina, run!!! I hope I’m wrong…I was really enjoying this scene w/B&T! Please post soon…this is too good and I’m dying to know what happens next…Thanks!

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