When It All Became 5
by PS


The first time she had taken Tina like that, she hadn’t expected how much of a turn-on it would be for either of them. Slightly different positioning, much different setting. They had driven up the coast and found a fairly isolated beach. Late in the afternoon, Bette grabbed Tina’s hand and a bottle of wine and the two went up on to a bluff, directly over the breaking waves, to watch the sun set.

Bette sat down, guiding Tina to sit between her legs. She wrapped her arms around Tina’s waist and was content to breath in the mix of light perfume, sunblock, and salty skin that was Tina.

They talked of anything and nothing as the sky began to fade into pink and the wine bottle emptied. The heat between the two women was beginning to fuel Bette’s desires. She snaked a hand up the front of the oversized polo that Tina wore.

Tina arched her back as Bette’s hand hefted each breast, her thumb brushing across the nipple, bringing both to a point. She pulled the polo over Tina’s head and opened the clasp on the front of Tina’s bra. The cool air from the approaching night further pebbled the areolae on the blonde woman’s exposed *****.

“Keep your eyes on the sunset, Baby,” Bette whispered as Tina tried to swivel in her grasp. She sucked Tina’s earlobe into her mouth and heard the other woman sigh.

Bette moved her mouth down Tina’s neck, sucking and tasting the skin along the way. The two of them had been intimate before, but always indoors, and mostly in Bette’s bed.

The comfort that had grown between them moved the relationship to a place where Bette felt she could try new things. Tina, from what she could gather, had been in primarily traditional heterosexual relationships before the two of them began dating. Blow jobs, eating *****, and missionary position *****.

Now that they had been intimate for a period, Bette still primarily initiated any sexual contacts, but found Tina was generally willing, if not eager, to experiment. It was this understanding, plus the fact that Bette was aroused by spending a day with this woman so close, talking and flirting.

While perhaps she wasn’t the most experienced, yet, in ***** *****, Tina was becoming a master at talking dirty. Bette was never quite sure when the unexpected proposition would arrive. She’d almost received one on speaker phone the other day while meeting with a client. Something made her decide, wisely as it turned out, to take the call in private instead.

Accepting and encouraging this behavior, the two had worked out a series of code words that they could use in the future so that one could advise the other that she was alone before anything was said that they would have wanted to keep totally between the two of them.

“Hold onto my thighs, T.” Bette could feel Tina’s hands clamping onto her legs. “That’s right, keep your hands there and I’ll continue.”

“Bette,” Tina moaned.

This cry of need roused the dark-haired woman from her thoughts, and moved her actions from auto-pilot. “You still watching the sunset, T?”

“I want,” Tina started, her words breathy with arousal.

“You want?” Bette moved the hand that was around Tina’s waist down to her thigh. She started it on an upwards journey, her fingernails tracing a light path on the inside of her lover’s thighs.

Another moan came from Tina, and her hips rocked forward, as if she could move herself closer to Bette’s lower hand. “***** me, Bette.”

“Do you really want that?” Bette teased. She continued the slow hand movements on Tina’s thighs, her other hand still assaulting Tina’s *****, and her mouth exploring Tina’s neck and shoulders.

“Yes.” The tone of the word had such a pleading quality, it helped to drive Bette’s desires on to higher levels.

Bette slowly moved her hand to where it was between Tina’s legs. She let her palm graze lightly across the fabric. Again, Tina tried to force more contact, but Bette refused to be taken off her course.

“Open your shorts for me,” Bette commanded. Tina quickly complied, undoing the button and zipper. She then reached for Bette’s hand, trying to force it within.

Bette sucked on Tina’s shoulder. “Hands back. Remember the sunset.”

By now, the colors of the night sky had darkened to a palette of rose and purple.

Free to continue at her own pace, Bette slid her hand into Tina’s shorts, and ran her hand over the panties that were the last barrier to Tina. She felt the dampness seeping through, and the thought that she had made Tina so wet put her into a similar state.

Tina groaned. “You’re going to kill me.”

A cocky grin came onto Bette’s face. “But you’ll die smiling.”

Tina rolled her head, attempting to capture Bette’s mouth.

Bette complied, plunging her tongue as her hand slid into Tina’s core.

She put two fingers between the swollen inner lips. Each woman’s breathing was so heavy now, mouths open, each sought out the other’s tongue with her own.

The hands on Bette’s thighs clenched tighter. She wondered what marks that might leave, but she knew it was a signal that Tina was getting close.

Wanting to provide her love with release, Bette withdrew her hand, refocusing on Tina’s *****. She teased this most sensitive spot at the edges, before beginning a direct attack. Light at first, but with growing pressure.

Tina’s vocalizations were increasing. That was always when it all became apparent to Bette that Tina would ***** within moments.

There were ways that Tina responded that made her so open, so vulnerable, that Bette was always amazed. It was as if someone had entrusted her with a remarkable gift in Tina, and Bette knew she must do anything to keep it safe.

One last cry, and Tina’s body collapsed back against her. Bette could feel intimate muscles spasm beneath her fingers.

Tina sunk back against her. “Oh, Baby,” she said, finally. “What a sunset.”

That had been the first, but far from the last time the two had ‘watched a sunset.’

Sometimes it became a challenge, where would be the next spot. The bathroom at The Planet was a given. Balconies were always a good spot. Alice’s closet during a crowded party would have been perfect, had Alice not needed to go searching for more folding chairs. Bette smiled recalling how it took Tina a week to be able to make eye contact with Alice after that.

So many places, so many memories.

And now, one more memory. A hotel room. Absolut martinis. A dark-haired woman in her bed. A woman who had provided momentary release when she had brought her here last night. In the end, a woman who provided nothing but a pale substitute to what was missing in her life.

As Bette thought of losing the sunsets, she twisted the ring on her finger. It felt cold.

(the end)