Tina collapsed, a very painful expression on her face.

“What’s the matter?” I ask worried.

“My stomach is killing me, Bette. I really won’t make it. I guess I’ll have to call then, I can’t go to work at this.”

Bette grinned. “Of course not.” She kissed her blonde lover again heavily and pulled her up. She threw her legs around Tina’s waist, so she was sitting in her lap.

“I love you,” Bette whispered. The words escaped her mouth before she knew it and she felt how she started blushing heavily. She was anxious for the reply, after all everything was fresh and Tina would probably think it was too early to say these things, but Bette really meant it.

“I love you even more, Porter,” Tina replied playfully, but Bette could hear she meant it as well. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I was having breakfast.”

“Oh no, I am way too hungry,” Bette said hoarsely. “Let me make love to you.”

Before she could do anything, Bette was already holding Tina tightly and kissing her very passionately. As they were kissing, Bette stroked her hand along Tina’s sides until she reached the cheeks of Tina’s bottom. She squeezed them and led one hand to the blondes’ inner tighs.

“Oh, Bette, more,” Tina breathed heavily.

“So, what do you want me to do now,” Bette replies, teasingly.

“Move your hand, please.” Tina was holding Bettes firmly, her breasts pressed against her chest.

“As you wish.” Bette moved her hand downwards and Tina said through gritted teeth: “Upwards.”

“Oh, I am terribly sorry,” Bette said, pretending to feel deep remorse. “I shall make it up immediately.”

Bette let her hand go to Tina’s lips and she could already feel how wet her lover was. She led her finger inside and Tina gasped for breath. Bette removed her finger and Tina was confused.

“Go on, please, don’t stop.”

Bette slowly brought her finger to her mouth and licked it, tasting Tina. She saw in Tina’s eyes that it turned her on. She led her hand downwards again, between Tina’s legs. She brought her finger in and could feel Tina’s juices.

“You’re so wet,” Bette whispered.

“Make me come.”

Bette led her finger up, slowly and softly stroking Tina’s clit. Tina pressed her hips against Bettes finger and Bette pushed harder.