Clothes scattered a trail from the closed door to the moaning couple in the middle of the bed.  Bette sat while Tina straddled her lap hungrily kissing each other.  Tina’s arms encircled Bette’s neck while her fingers lost themselves in the mass of dark curls holding her lovers head in place.  Bette moved her head to the side kissing her way up Tina’s neck to tongue her ear before sucking the ear lobe in her mouth.  She licked her way to her breasts and paid attention each one then turned them so that Tina was lying on the back.  Bette knelt between her legs.  Her eyes panned down Tina’s body to the glistening spot she ached for.  Tina spread her legs further apart inviting Bette, who needed no further encouragement.  She took Tina and brought her over the edge several times.  Tina lost count of her orgasm and she had to cover her face with a pillow to muffle her screams. After the umpteenth orgasm, Tina pulled Bette’s head away signifying that she couldn’t take anymore.  Bette looked up breathlessly at her in understanding then went back down not wanting to waste a drop.  Bette moved up her satiated lover’s body and draped a leg over her midsection.

“I love you” she kissed Tina briefly, moving her head back up as she watched her lover close her eyes

“I love you too” Tina whispered back before sleep claimed her.

After locking her office door Tina planted herself in her chair and pulled out her newly purchased book.  With a hot cup of coffee and chicken Caesar salad, her lunch hour had officially begun.  She opened her book to the first page of the first chapter and commenced reading as she reached for her cup of coffee.

Alice cursed herself for coming to this hole in the wall joint.  From the outside it looked like decent restaurant and it seemed quiet enough.  That was until the biker chicks from the mechanic shop across the street went on their lunch break.  They walked past her, one of them shamelessly checking her out, and planted themselves at the table directly behind her.  She felt that the illiterate bunch didn’t understand her need for peace and quiet.  They probably only read books with a lot of illustrations and those smut magazines, the journalist thought.  Her head shot up and looked toward the door as she heard one of them catcall (it was probably the big burly one who winked at her earlier).  Just keep reading, she told herself.  Don’t pay attention to them.  The mantra worked and she lost herself in the book.