The touch was electric. Tina realized that her face must have shown surprise. Bette, on the other hand exuded a confidence that made Tina’s desire grow. But that didn’t mean Bette was going to rush things, or make things too easy.

The discussion remained light, mostly work and such, throughout the meal. Bette insisted on dessert. Tina, meanwhile, barely tasted the chocolate torte that the two of them shared. Instead, she focused on Bette’s lips, full and luscious, sweetened with chocolate and wine.

They lingered at the table for a while, before Bette suggested a ride up the coast in her convertible. At that point it didn’t matter to Tina what Bette might suggest, bowling, paintball, anything. She accepted happily, eager to make the evening last.

Later, months later, she’d gotten Bette to admit that the whole evening had been planned out, including several contingencies had Tina not accepted the offer of a ride. But at that point, the way Bette played it, it all felt spontaneous. They left Tina’s car at the restaurant and headed out into the night.

Once again, light talk dominated the drive. Tina relished the fact that she could turn and gaze openly at the woman seated next to her. Bette, on the other hand, was more limited as she was driving.

More delaying tactics on the part of Bette Porter, no doubt. Tina felt her excitement build when Bette pulled off the highway and down a private road. She parked at on a secluded cliff. Near enough to the ocean to see its expanse, and hear the waves, but well away from houses and roads to give privacy.

Within moments of Bette turning off the car, Tina made her attack. The constant delays, the small talk, and the absolute attraction between them had built to a point that Tina could no longer contain herself.

Bette, obviously, was quite willing to return her ardor in the manner offered. The two of them continued kissing for what seemed like an eternity, only stopping as required to sustain breathing.

Finally, the initial need sated, they pulled slightly apart. Bette flashed one of her dazzling smiles. "Hi," she whispered.

Tina blushed as she felt Bette’s eyes pry into her, feeling that they were reading the contents of her heart, her soul. And she didn’t care. She didn’t care the lust and need her gaze revealed. Tina reached out and, with the back of her finger, lightly stroked Bette’s face. "I can’t believe I’m here," she responded, meaning it in so many ways.