“You’re so beautiful.” Bette whispered ever so quietly so Tina would not hear her.

“Did you say something?”

“Uh no, just Angie’s mutterings.”

Fucking breathtaking

“So why didn’t you tell me Kate got fired?”

“I don’t know, I guess because you hate the movie business so much.”

Bette leaned back on her hands, her abs showing through the tight white top. She made circles in the water with her toes.

“I hope that didn’t screw things up between the two of you.”

Tina slid into the water, her boobs resting perfectly on the edge of the raft. She cocked her head. Bette could sense the scorn coming from her ex.

What are you doing, Porter?

Tina looked curiously at Bette.

“We still talk.” She didn’t want to satisfy Bette with a yes or no answer. She knew Bette’s jealousy was simmering and she considered it an invitation.

Tina placed her arms flat against the plastic. She angled her body so Bette couldn’t help but stare at her tits.

Come to me, Bette.

Bette rolled the flowing white pants up, putting her calves further in the water.

“Water’s nice. Why don’t you come in?”

“Maybe later,” Bette replied, her eyes never leaving Tina’s golden chest. “So do you still see each other often?”

Bette sat straight up when she saw Tina push the float out from between them, the top of Tina’s bikini gliding away with it. She turned to Tina, her body glowing underwater, slithering closer to her.

“Kate? If she’s in LA.”

Bette nodded, her throat dry, unsure of where she was going with this line of questioning. And then it just came out, a verbal thought never considered before but apparently swimming in its own pool of Bette’s subconscious. “So what are you doing for sex?”

Did I really just ask that question?

Tina snickered in disbelief and swam away from Bette a bit. “You wanna know if I’m getting laid?”

“Is that off limits, too?”

Tina considered how to answer the inquisitive brown eyes looking down at her. She swam back, closer to Bette. “Depends.” She tilted her head flirtatiously, watching Bette’s chest hitch and cheek quiver as she stood up, waist above water, between Bette’s outstretched ankles.

Bette’s voice faltered trying to avoid staring directly at Tina’s wet breasts. “On?”