“Yes, but if my babe makes them they are just marvellous. They way you dress them perfectly, every inch of it is just a piece of art.”

“Porter, on what drugs have you been?” She asked, her eyebrows frowned.

“Love, my sweet,” I answered her before giving her a kiss. My hands went to her waist and I wanted to take her there and then.

I gazed into her eyes lovingly. I just couldn’t get around how much I adored this woman and how I would do anything she asked of me.

“Bette, we’re eating.” She was clearly having fun with the goofy Bette.

“I was kinda hoping I could use your body as a table.”

“Another time, I promise. Eating sandwiches from someone’s body is just really not handy, you know.”

“Oh, so you know from experience?” I teased her. She went a shade of red I found very cute.

“T!” I laughed.

“I was a teenager,” she protested. “Little did I know it would turn out to be rather uncomfortable.”

“Who was she?”

“He was a guy I dated at the time.”

“A guy? Of course it didn’t work out.” I tried to smile, but somehow couldn’t really manage it. Just the thought of a guy licking my girl’s body made me feel sick. I told myself off – we have had this before.

“Maybe,” Tina shrugged. She finished her sandwich and looked at me. She had a familiar splendour in her eyes I really liked.

“Just a second,” she said. She kissed my brow and disappeared in the kitchen again. I took the final sandwich from the plate and broke it in two parts in case she wanted some. A few minutes later, she came back in, carrying a bowl with cut tomatoes. I grinned and as she saw the look on my face, she smiled as well.

She said nothing, but put the bowl down. She went to the stereo, quickly rummaging through my cd’s. She pulled out the soundtrack of Moulin Rouge and I really wished I had put that one away. She did not have to find out about my undying love for soundtracks yet. Ah, well, too late now. She would’ve found out anyway. I wondered what song she would pick.

I recognised ‘Diamond Dogs’ immediately. I thought it was a weird choice, but once she started taking her clothes of and moving her hips on the music, I could only think how hot it was – in all the awkwardness.

She stripped down to her black, lacy, strapless bra and panties and then came over to me. I found it hard to breathe – she looked more than hot. She looked right into my eyes all the way through her striptease.

She bowed in front of me. She was wearing a bra that closed on the front and offered me top open it. With a quick movement of my fingers I did it and the view was as splendid as always. I cupped her breast and stroked the side of it, my thumb slightly pressing her nipple.

She moaned but then took my hand off. “Later,” she whispered.

She let me take her panties off as well and I wanted to start another assault on her perfect body, but again she pulled me away. I wondered what she was up to. I felt how I was already soaking wet.

She lied down on the carpet and took the bowl with the cut tomatoes. I saw where she was heading and I certainly liked it.

Slowly, she laid the slices on her body, starting between her breasts. Her nipples were starting to erect because of the coolness of the tomatoes. She made an straight line, leading to her pubic hairs. At the end of it, she laid some slices at the left and at the right, so she had formed an arrow.

I licked my lips, I really looked forward to this. All the time she was doing it, she was looking right into my eyes. I swallowed.

With a hoarse voice, she said: “Eat me, Porter.”

I only wanted to oblige, give in and give her everything she wanted from me. I bowed over her and started eating my dessert.