Bette motioned with her eyes towards the back seat. Tina felt another flush of desire, and nodded in agreement.

"I haven’t done this since I was in high school," Tina admitted, feeling giddy as she slipped into the car along her side, sitting next to the door.

"Kissed a girl?" she teased. Bette entered the car from the other side, she slid towards Tina until there was no space between them.

Tina stuck her tongue out briefly, only to be met by a wink from Bette. "I mean end up in the back seat of a car."

"Oh." Bette responded, feigning ignorance. Her fingers traced a path up Tina’s arm, leaving a burning heat in their wake. The path continued along the collarbone, pausing at the midpoint.

There was no mistaking what this was all doing to Tina. Her breathing deepened. She a wetness that had been growing throughout dinner was now seeping, soaking her panties.

"May I?" Bette’s gaze ran quickly down Tina’s body, then back to catch her eyes. Not that any confirmation of intent was required. Tina couldn’t help but be touched, though, by the sensitivity of the other woman.

"Please," she requested, her voice a whisper.

Bette leaned in for another kiss. This one slow, deep. As she did, one hand traveled down Tina’s chest, running Tina’s the ***** through the silken fabric, feeling the nipples on Tina’s ***** bud and harden beneath. Bette’s other hand lightly grasped the back of Tina’s head.

Tina was awash with sensation, and hoping that she was allowing the other woman to feel at least a portion of what she was feeling. Eager to ensure this, Tina reached down and unbuttoned Bette’s jacket, letting her hands explore freely as she unbuttoned the creamy soft shirt beneath.

As the ministrations became more intense, Tina felt a hand on her thigh, making light strokes with the thumb. She thrust her hips forward, trying sate a building need. Instead, Bette removed her hand.

A moan escaped from deep within Tina. She was certain she had failed, somehow. Been too aggressive. She looked down, ready to cry.

"Not like this," Bette said, her hand tracing Tina’s jawline, and down her neck to the pulse point. "I want you so badly, but not here."

"You want me?" Now Tina knew she was going to cry.

"I want you in a place where I can pamper you, and love you, and keep you all night. I want to wake up beside you each day."

Unable to respond with words, Tina leaned in for a kiss, hoping that it would convey how her desires matched those of Bette. It was a rich kiss, sweet. After that they’d held each other for over an hour in comfortable silence. Then Bette returned Tina to the restaurant to get her car.

With assurances that she didn’t need to be followed home, Tina fixed her makeup enough to cover up the crying and other activities. She and Bette had planned another date for the following night. Secure in this future, Tina headed towards home.

Her thoughts were returned to the present by the feeling of cold and wet on her hand. Tina gazed down into the ice, dripping from the cup. She discarded the mess and went in search of a place to wash up.

Enough living in the past. Enough of remembering that when it all became her a life based around Bette. That was no longer her life, and no longer her role.

The real question Tina had to yet ask or answer was what would be next?

(the end)