Tina bent and began kissing her lover’s exposed abs and as her head moved up, so did the skimpy top Bette wore until that was also pulled off.  In mere moments, Tina was sucking on one breast while her hand was mimicking that touch on the other one.  Bette forced their bodies to separate only for as long as it took her to grab the hem of the sundress and pull it up and over Tina’s head.  Now, both naked except for the heavy athletic socks Bette still wore, the darker-haired woman stepped in closer pushing her center against Tina’s thigh.  “God.”  Bette pushed Tina backward and as Tina landed on her back on their bed, Bette landed on top of her.

They kissed passionately, but suddenly Tina broke away.  She rose and inclined on her elbows.  Batting her eyes, Tina looked at Bette with total innocence, “Are you going to…***** me?” she asked with mock fear and more than a hint of anticipation.

“Believe it,” Bette grinned. 

“Then I should ask, do you know what you’re doing?  If not, we should just stop.”

“You tell me,” Bette said as she moved her right hand down Tina’s body.  Tina bent her legs at the knee and spread them wide as Bette’s hand passed across her thigh, moved to the softer, tender flesh of the inner thigh, then pushed two fingers inside of her lover, slipping in so easily.

“Aaah,” both women cried out.

In bed alone, Bette’s heart rate had picked up as her fingers opened up her swollen labia.  She thought of Tina’s smile, the little groans she made when they loved each other, and how on that afternoon long ago, both of them had been insatiable in their need to devour one another.  Bette slid her index finger up and down her inner folds, feeling the slickness of the flesh.  She began to stroke her ***** with one finger while her other hand moved back up to roughly squeeze first one breast than the other. 

Her memory was just as busy as she recalled how Tina urged her on, undulating her hips, forcing Bette deeper, telling her how good it felt.  Bette remembered how good being with Tina had been.  How wet her lover had been that day, how engorged her clitoris was when Bette massaged it with her thumb.  Even while Tina rose to her climax, she’d touched Bette, loved her, and delighted her with her hands.  Always active, Tina pinched Bette’s nipple, twisting it hard, and causing Bette’s eyes to roll back in her head in exquisite pleasure.

Bette’s finger was tickling and flicking her clitoris, moving faster and faster over the hard button as she pictured that afternoon. 

Tina was nearing her release and she had, with agility and ease, turned onto her stomach from her back, then immediately onto her forearms and knees.  She maneuvered Bette so that she was behind her, but at her side and within hand’s reach.  With Bette still inside her, rhythmically providing the beat, plunging in, sliding out, pounding deeper, teasingly withdrawing, Tina had vocalized this song.  Her moaning had been low and long as she grunted her way closer and closer to her *****.  Bette had bent forward and her tongue swirled over Tina’s back.  Tina reached behind her and with accuracy and precision, her fingers slid into Bette’s wetness and fingered her *****.  “Baby, come with me,” Tina had begged.  With her hands and her seductive coaxing, Bette had been ready to explode when Tina gave the signal.  Tina had cried out when Bette’s fingers pushed and rubbed against the thickness of her G-spot, sliding over that sensitized area and Bette joined in providing a lust-filled harmony.  Tina throbbed, then she tightened around Bette’s fingers, and finally, she stilled as she came loud and hard with Bette a mere second behind her. 

For years it had been like that for them.  They had been so connected to each other that their orgasms simply flowed back and forth between them as if they shared one prolonged and satisfying climax. 

As she lay in bed alone, touching herself, wanting and wishing for Tina, and remembering how good it had been, Bette climbed higher.  As she reached her peak, her legs shot out, became rigid, as her finger stroked once, twice, then she was there.  Her body lifted, she panted, and called out to her absent lover, “Oh, Tee.  Tina, baby. Baby.”

End Part Two

TO BE CONTINUED

5/25/04