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Till We Meet Again | A Bette-Tina Beginning Chapter 18

Alice looked up from her work as Helena Peabody entered her office unannounced, settling into the plush chair on the other side of her desk.

“Al, have you thought about the job promotion yet?”

Alice frowned. Helena sure was persistent. Why were they so bent on her going to London anyway? She had no interest in muffins and tea, give her good ole strong coffee and Krispy Kreme anyday!

“To tell the truth I have thought about it a lot but I still have to talk it over with Bette,” she replied honestly.

“Oh fuck Be…” Helena started to say but she saw the anger blazing in Alice’s eyes and stopped herself from completing her very illicit thoughts.

She tried a different tact.

“Well, the magazine has another assignment for you in the meantime. We would like you to go undercover to do an exposé on international tennis star, Dana Fairbanks.
Have you heard of her?”

“The name sounds familiar but no I am really not too clued-in about tennis. What sort of exposé?” Alice asked, curious.

“I have a very reliable source which has confirmed the rumor mills that Dana Fairbanks is in the closet,” Helena said leaning forward, flashing an ample amount of cleavage, with an evil smile on her face.

“We want you to go undercover as a fan, establish yourself as a confidant and friend and get us all the juicy details for publication.”

“Wait…you want ME to help you and Diva International to OUT Ms. Fairbanks and possibly ruin her career?” Alice said, horrified at the thought.

“Oh, c’mon Alice. It would be an amazing publicity stunt for our magazine and get a whole new base of subscribers—sports fans, a group we have not yet targeted and conquered. Diva would easily become the number one magazine for women then!”

Alice seemed unconvinced at this crude and vile tactic to rise to the top. “And what about the negative publicity for Ms. Fairbanks?” she remarked coolly.

Helena brushed Alice aside. “Ms. Fairbanks would probably GAIN more fans—it is the 21st century for crying out loud. No one cares if you are a gay tennis player as long as you are a good one. And being hot helps. So many celebrities are coming out nowadays and actually gaining more press and media attention, fame and fans. It is a complete win-win situation. Besides, you would be doing Dana a great personal favor—think how terrible it must be for the poor thing to live such a closeted life…” Helena reasoned, succeeding in her efforts to convince Alice.

Something still bugged Alice about this assignment. “Helena, no offence, it sounds great and I am onboard but why me? I don’t do the fieldwork anymore—the last story I covered was several years ago.”

“Oh, we have a really good reason for that,” as always Helena was ready with an answer. “One, you are already a lesbian and can carry-off the sporty fan look, so you would not need to put on any act in that department. Two, Ms. Fairbanks reportedly has a weakness for blondes. And three, this information is so highly classified and sensitive that we can only trust the insiders at Diva, the ones who have an interest in seeing it rise to the top with it. We do not want just any journalist to sell it off to the highest bidder,” Helena finished, leaning forward triumphantly. “So are you in or are you out?”

“I will check it out. But does it involve traveling or being out of town for too long? Would I have to do anything that violates my code of ethics? And I would still need to speak with Bette.”

“Ms. Fairbanks lives in Los Angeles. I am sure something can be arranged so you don’t have to spend too much time away from New York. As for violating any codes of ethics, why don’t you play it by ear? If you are successful, maybe we will talk about a promotion that does not involve a move to London, but a new assignment as Chief Executive Officer right here in New York.”

“Wait…you are saying that you would give me YOUR position if I succeed in this assignment?”

“Consider the offer on the table Alice. Let me know when you are ready. And please don’t take a whole month to think about it.” Helena said over her shoulder as she walked out of the office, knowing she had dangled bait that Alice would surely bite into.

Alice sat there stunned. The prospect of being CEO of Diva was too good to pass up. She googled “Dana Fairbanks” and clicked open the picture of a gorgeous and athletic brunette in action.

“Not bad Ms. Fairbanks,” she said out loud, sitting back and staring at the picture. Alice had a definite weakness for brunettes, especially the ones that worked out with killer bodies, and Dana was also gorgeous and looked friendly enough. Maybe the assignment won’t be brutal after all.

In the meantime, Helena walked into her office, sitting back in her comfortable chair, with a content look on her face, like the cat that ate the canary. She wanted Alice and needed Bette out of the way. Helena walked to her windows and pulled down the secret shades on them, switching off the lights. A beautiful portrait picture of Alice was illuminated on the shades. Helena walked over to it and grinned wickedly.

“Ah Alice, what haven’t I done for you, and yet you are so naïve, still with that loser Bette. Do you know that I gave you frequent and unfair promotions not because of your work but because I wanted to get in your pants?” Helena laughed out loud, as she confessed her sins.

“The icing on the cake,” she smirked… “I tried to get Bette killed on your wedding anniversary 4 years ago, but alas…she was only crippled for life. No, I did not stop there,” Helena continued like a possessed woman. “I ruined Bette’s reputation in the art world by paying critics to slam her work and put an end to her career before it took off,” she laughed evilly. “Everyone, including your Bette, thinks that she is a failure, when the truth is that I am just a genius and I always get what I want Alice. And what I want is you, Alice Pieszecki,” she spoke to her wallpaper, maniacally obsessed and drunk on her power.

“And I will do anything…even commit murder to get Bette out of the way.” Helena said kissing and caressing the portrait of Alice on her shades.
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Tina stared at the most beautiful portrait of herself from the day of her wedding. Bette had captured Tina in a contemplative mood, sitting on the bench with a faraway forlorn expression in her eyes. In fact, it was inaccurate—Bette had drawn Tina to be far more beautiful than she was, right? There was no way…Tina shook her head as she peered closely at the picture—the woman Bette had drawn looked like an angel personified.

“Bette…” her voice came out in a barely audible gasp.

“Uh…I believe your name is Tina,” Bette answered sheepishly, knowing exactly what was on the first page, what Tina was staring at.

Tina flipped the page in a trance and smiled at the next picture of Bette and Tina on the same bench. This time, they both had a faraway look in their eyes as they spoke to each other. Her thumb lightly grazed at the drawing of Bette lovingly as she thought back to the first time she had seen and spoken to Bette. No matter what the outcome, she truly cherished that first meeting. And now she was glad to be holding a physical testament of that in her hand, happy that it was not just a memory that would be lost to time.

Bette sat in her chair watching Tina intently, completely nervous about her reactions. Truth was that this was just one of her many sketchbooks, but the most special one as it held only drawings of Tina. Bette would sketch all her work before translating them into paintings, not that Tina needed to know that the sketches she held in her hands had been translated into a series of canvas paintings. Bette sold most of anything she produced except for her work on Tina—highly unusual and not really fitting her more contemporary painting technique. Besides, nothing would separate the artist from her muse and she would not violate Tina in that way without her permission. Regardless, Bette was not prepared for Tina to really see any of her work. She got up, mumbled something about going to the bathroom, as Tina nodded absentmindedly, too engrossed to really notice Bette exit the room.

Tina gasped at the next illustration—it had Bette standing still and looking back at a retreating Tina, with an expression that Tina could not understand, but it filled her with great sadness nonetheless. Confused, she studied the sketch. Did the figure in the drawing have second thoughts—Was she confused, turning around to stop Tina or waiting for Tina to stop walking away from her? She thought back to her own vivid memory of telling Bette never to say goodbye and then walking away from her, turning around now and then to see Bette disappear into the distance and had wanted to stop her, her heart heavy with a sense of loss that she could not understand.

She smiled then, realizing that the connection between them had been there all along, from the very beginning. That special bond that they shared that she could not explain to herself, yet felt tugging at her heartstrings during her loneliest moments. Those special moments when Bette would gaze intensely into her eyes, everything would retreat into the background and she would lose herself in that gaze; when Bette would smile at her and that smile would melt her insides; when Bette would walk, no stagger maybe, into a room and look for Tina and Tina would find herself looking at Bette as if she was seeing her for the very first time all over again. Her life would mean little without Bette in it. She turned the page, completely unprepared for what she saw next.

On the right side was Bette, in some moment after the accident, lying on the ground, her leg broken and bent in the most unnatural of ways. On the far left, she saw a bride and groom exchanging rings and everyone standing witness to the ceremony, their backs turned to Bette. Her heart wrenched and cried out for Bette in that moment. She dropped the sketchbook and looked around for her Bette, her heart skipping several beats when she did not see her in the room. She searched her mind and realized Bette had said something about going to the restroom.

Tina bolted from the room, running smack into Bette, and (yes, once again), they both toppled over on the floor outside Bette’s office.

“Owww…T!!!!!!!” Bette groaned in pain try to reach for her walking stick to get up.

“Gosh, no, no T…We cannot do it on the floor of my Department! This is just wrong. We could in the office (hint, hint) though as soon as…,” she immediately stopped mid-sentence as she felt the beautiful blonde in her arms sobbing against her.

“Wha…?” Bette was immediately concerned as she felt Tina press tighter against her, sobbing uncontrollably into her chest, babbling words she could not make out.

“T…” she tried to pull out from underneath her but Tina was straddling her with a vice-like grip around her shoulders.

Tina was dimly aware that she had run into Bette and knocked them both over but she could not stop the myriad of thoughts and emotions flowing through her. Is that how Bette really felt—Alone in her pain with everyone else jubilant AND ignorant about the crucial role she had played in enabling the celebration? Oh God, what if she had really lost Bette that day? Tina cried harder at that thought, hugging Bette tighter to her. And it would have been her fault, not directly, but indirectly, right? Bette did get into an accident because she was in the wrong place at the wrong time, because she had stopped to help out a stranger in need, she had stopped to talk her T through her troubles.

Bette just grew more alarmed and she hugged Tina back, stroking her softly. “T…baby, what happened? Are you alright? No, no of course she is not alright Bette, are you an idiot?” she chastised, rolling her eyes at herself. When Tina did not react to her self-degrading joke, Bette grew scared, wondering what terrible disaster had occurred while she had been out. Maybe something had happened to Eric or Jack…why else would T be in this state.

As Bette struggled to figure out what was going on, her mind flying from one possibility to another, guilt and remorse consumed Tina as her mind flashed back to Bette and the accident…God she would have never forgiven herself if Bette had…She could not get herself to finish that thought as she sobbed harder against Bette. She remembered thinking about Bette during her wedding, thinking about hurting her, specifically breaking her legs, if all did not end well. Fuck, her heart almost stopped in her chest and her cries died in her throat. She went rigid against Bette, her hold on Bette relaxing a bit. Bette felt the change in Tina and freed herself from underneath Tina’s grasp, reaching out for her cane and the wall to help her stand up as she pulled Tina up with her and back into the privacy of her office. She shook a dazed Tina by the shoulders, commanding Tina to look at her.

“T… what’s wrong baby?” she brushed away her tears with her thumb, placing soft kisses on her forehead, eyebrows and eyelids.

“I…Bette…” Tina stammered, unable to speak, unable to put her raging emotions into words.

“Yes…?” Bette led Tina to her chair, making her sit down as she jumped back to sit on the desk, winching at the pain shooting up her knee at that movement.

“Ouch, damn my knee, I always forget I can no longer do that,” she chuckled softly.

“I am getting old T and this…”

Before she could finish her sentence, Tina had gotten out of her chair and once again enveloped her in a tight embrace, her legs between Bette’s parted legs, pressing herself up into Bette and crying silently. Bette returned her hug without any question, stroking her hair and back, whispering consoling words into her ear, wondering what had caused Tina’s sudden outburst. It was then that she saw the scrapbook lying open on the page where she had drawn about her accident. Bette shut her eyes in understanding and cursed softly as Tina hugged her back tightly and started to cry again.

“T…shhhh, please stop. Listen, I am sorry…”

“NO…no Bette I…I am sorry…,” Tina interjected trying to control herself as she pulled back from the hug. “I caused this…I am at fault…I almost lost you…Oh God, I almost…” Tina could not bear the thought any longer.

“T…look at me,” Bette said, shocked at what Tina thought, pulling her back into a hug again, tilting her chin up, and making Tina look into her eyes. “Number 1, we have already moved past this, already established that this wasn’t your fault. It was simply fate. And even IF you feel at fault, I already told you that I have forgiven you, even with nothing to forgive, really. And number 2, you did NOT lose me, I am right here,” she put on a confused face and scratched her chin, “…Well last I checked I was here but maybe I am a pod person in Bette’s hot body. I mean, you flung yourself at Bette and she did not take advantage of you. Something is definitely wrong…” she said seriously, frowning, and then her face melted into a smile.

Tina punched Bette on the shoulder and smiled at her attempts to lighten up the atmosphere. She leaned against Bette putting her arms underneath Bette’s shoulders in a tight hug, not willing to let go yet as Bette wrapped her legs around her, and stroked her back lovingly, trying to ignore the ache between her legs as their mounds touched and teased through their clothes.

“T…” Bette prompted Tina gently after a while.

“Yeah…” Tina sniffled into her shoulder as she rubbed her eyes, still teary.

Bette pulled back and took a tear drop falling down Tina’s cheek on her finger, before it hit the floor. “Please don’t start crying like that again. I got scared. I thought you might scream rape next and there goes my only paying job!” Bette joked as Tina slapped her shoulder again, hugging her tighter.
“But seriously…T. Even if I was the most successful artist in the world and had all the wealth possible at my disposal, I would not be able to meet the cost of even a single tear-drop shed from your eyes,” she said, eyeing the precious diamond teardrop on her fingertip. She pulled back from Tina and held up her finger. “These are too precious and invaluable to waste, they are priceless for me, so please, never shed them again,” she whispered, tucking back Tina’s hair, gazing lovingly into her eyes.

Tina almost turned gooey in front of Bette, melting into her arms, her warm, loving words resonating deep in her heart. “Oh Bette,” she said cupping her face in her hands as she rubbed their noses together. “You are so amazingly endearing and loving Bette. That is the most beautiful thing anyone has ever said to me,” Tina whispered softly, playing with the dark curls that she had grown to love so much.

“Really?” Bette searched Tina’s eyes for confirmation.
Tina nodded, stroking her cheek, lovingly.

“Good,” Bette smiled shyly at Tina. “You see I heard that line on a TV show and was just dying to try it on someone,” she flashed her famous, winning Porter grin, teasing Tina once again.

“Bette! Uff, you are incorrigible!” Tina laughed, punching Bette on the shoulder again.

“Oww…T, admit it, you wouldn’t have me any other way,” she said, rubbing her left shoulder that was sure to be bruised in the morning.

Tina rolled her eyes as she finally moved out of Bette’s embrace, silently admitting to herself that she would not change a single thing about Bette, but of course Bette did not need to hear that! She picked up the sketchbook, and flipped through the rest. It struck here finally that these were all drawings of Tina.

Her mouth hung open as she stared at Bette, “Bette, this…this…only has drawings of me or us together. Are there others? And have you transformed these into any paintings yet?” she asked the question that Bette dreaded the most.

“Erm…T, I seriously am bad at this so of course not. I do have sketchbooks with many different subjects though.”

“I don’t know much about art Bette, but these are truly incredible. You are able to capture the essence of someone’s soul by scratching a few lines on a piece of paper and that is simply amazing. I think you are an amazingly gifted artist,” Tina said genuinely.

Bette swallowed a lump rising in her throat and managed to croak out a thank you as she sat back in her chair and Tina rubbed the back of her neck.

“Anyway, now that you saw the sketchbook, do you mind fulfilling your end of the deal?” Bette changed the subject hurriedly. “What am I supposed to do with Alice tonight? Maybe I can send her on a one-way trip to Yukon…,” she said rubbing her chin thoughtfully and suddenly snapped her fingers as a brilliant idea popped out of her head. “And Eric can accompany her since he digs her so much. And they can live happily ever…” Bette joked, earning her another punch from Tina.

“Seriously Bette, from what little I know about her, I think you are really lucky to have someone like Alice in your life to love and cherish you like you deserve.” Tina stroked Bette where she had hit her.

Bette scoffed. “Love and cherish? Please, she is a complete workaholic and when she is not serious and complaining about money, she is a completely nosey, mad and petulant child, partying the night away with her dumb diva friends…”

Tina interjected. “You know Bette, I am reading this really interesting book in which the author says that to maintain a marriage, a person should stop finding faults in her or his spouse and work on her or his own flaws.”

“Okay, I get your point, but what if someone is perfect?” she shrugged arrogantly, implying herself of course.

Tina rolled her eyes. “Yeah right.”

“Anyway, to prove her point, why don’t you point out some of my flaws? It would help me at least. And be honest, be frank otherwise there is no point,” she smiled.

“Ok, here goes,” Bette rubbed her hands in glee. She could never pass up a free offer to find fault in everyone but herself, ?right?

Bette sat thoughtfully. “The main thing is that you are pretty much the loyal, housewife type, you know what I mean? You cook, clean, do the laundry, pick up the dry cleaning but are addicted to domesticity, which does not settle well with your hip partygoer and social-bee of a husband. And when someone looks at you, you don’t particular catch their eye or excite them. Maybe Eric might get excited, but I think he has some vision problems. I think the biggest problem is that you are not sexy, not in the way that attracts men to you from the get-go. You are not exactly the model-built, slim and slender, size zero, well-endowed like Pam Anderson…” she held out her hands in front of her boobs to emphasize what she meant.

“Bette!” Tina shrilled, flinging a book at her this time that caught Bette on her shoulder once again.

“Oww…” Damn Tina is getting really good with her aim.

“God Bette, you are so rude, so mean…” Tina walked around the small office in circles, looking like a raging bull ready to explode as Bette looked to duck under the curtains comically. “Do you have nothing good to say about me?” she seethed.

“What? You did not ask me to say anything good, you asked me to point out your flaws not jot down all the good things about you!” Bette said, raising her hands in defense.

“And exactly what good things would you have come up with?!” Tina shot back as she gathered her belongings.

Bette got up and turned Tina around, looking deeply into her eyes. “I would have said that you have the most beautiful eyes in the world. When you smile or laugh, your eyes express your happiness, shining so bright that they can put the city lights to shame. When you get teary, they express enough sadness to shatter countless hearts into the smallest possible pieces. And when I look into your eyes, it fills me with a tranquility and harmony that I can get nowhere else in this world. T…Your eyes are truly incredible in how they change hues according to your mood – They are mostly an incredible blend of hazel but you have sparks of green around your pupils that get bigger when you get angry or excited and your eyes turn gray when you are sad or upset. On some mornings, especially after a bad night of sleep, you get a hint of blue in them as well. T…You can truly express all your emotions through your eyes—they truly are the windows to your soul…” Bette said softly as she stared deeply into Tina’s eyes.

“And what are the windows to my soul saying to you right now?” Tina asked breathless at Bette’s admission and maybe by her close proximity to her.

“That you are going to hit me again when I tell you that I read these lines in a book and was waiting to try them…” Bette grinned triumphantly.

Tina just looked at her in shock. Argh, she couldn’t even hit Bette this time because that would mean that she was right! She sighed in frustration and gathered her shoulder bag.

“T…where are you going? I was only kidding,” Bette pleaded.

“Not YOU Bette, WE. Pack-up, we need to make plans for Operation Be-Lice.”

“Operate Be-Lice?” Bette scrunched up her nose at the name.

“Yeah, in other words, I am going to teach you how to behave with Alice when she gets home, and pretty much drive her to do anything you want her to.”

“Oh wow, and you know this how, if I may ask?”

“Trust me Bette. I know how to sweet-talk women without ruffling their nerves unlike you.”

Bette raised her eyebrows. “T…are you trying to tell me that you are a lesbian?”

“Shutup! I know because my husband does it almost daily. Eric knows exactly what to say and do to drive any woman wild.”

“Right,” Bette drawled out. “You mean to say, any woman except for you.” Bette hit the jackpot.

“Listen, you…” she started, getting testy as Bette reminded her of the not-so-perfect relationship she was in.

“T, I am just teasing you, hold up,” Bette gathered her things, shut down the lights and locked the room as they exited her office.

“Hey T…” Bette nudged her with her walking cane.

“Yeah…” Tina said distractedly, reading the notice boards as they walked down the hallway. She stopped and frowned at a crude Viagra poster, showing an older man with a college-age student, which read “Live out your greatest sexual fantasies.”
Bette rolled her eyes at the poster. What idiot had approved that for posting?

“What’s your greatest sexual fantasy T?”

Tina almost spilled her belongings. “Wh…What?” she stammered in shock at forward question from Bette.

“C’mon, don’t pretend that you don’t have one. Everyone does. Tell me.”

“Even IF I did have one Bette, why would I tell you?” Tina said,

“Hmm….” Bette put her hands under her chin, pretending to think hard. “Maybe I can fulfill it…” she said, smirking at Tina.

“Why you perv…!” Tina smacked Bette in the arm again.

“Owww…” Bette rubbed her arm. “Don’t tell me you are into S/M!” she grinned at Tina only to get hit again on the other arm.

“Where are we going, T?” she grumbled.

“Just shut up and come with me.”
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Tina dragged Bette to Bed, Bath and Beyond and entered a section full of beds and mattresses.

Bette looked around, “Wow T, this place has so many beds. If you were so desperate, you could have just told me, I would have gotten us a hotel room (hint, hint). We don’t need to do it out in the open here. Unless of course you prefer that, I have always fantasized about sex in the Subway (hint, hint)…” she grinned.

Tina stopped at a bed and turned around, her temper rising. “Listen Bette, I don’t have time for your sick sense of humor. Do you want to learn or not?”

“T, WHAT are you going to teach me on this bed? Just so you know, only my knee is a bit suspect, the rest of my body parts work absolutely fine,” she finished arrogantly.

“Ok, this was a bad idea. I can see it is not going to work…” Tina started to walk away.

Bette grabbed her arm, “No wait, I will be serious.”

“Serious?” Tina queried.

“Serious.” Bette promised.

“Alright, here is the scenario. I am going to be you and you are going to be Alice, who has just come home after work, really stressed out and tired. We are going to do a little skit on what to do in this situation. Do you understand?”

“Wait, I’m Alice and you’re my wife?” Bette frowned in confusion. “No…I don’t…but whatever.”

Bette plopped down on the King-size bed next to Tina, bouncing up and down, feeling quite comfortable. “Bouncy bouncy bed…” not bothered by another male customer who also sat down on the bed on the opposite side, checking it out.

Tina turned to her when Bette didn’t say anything. “Bette. Start now. What does Alice say when she gets home after work?”

Bette thought for a moment and mimicked Alice. “Alice…Oh yes, she says: Oh God, I had a long, tiring day,” she said, sagging her shoulders as she rolled her eyes.

“I think you need a massage…” Tina said in a sultry voice, leaning against Bette, their nipples almost touching.

“I…I do…?” Bette questioned in confusion, instantly hot and bothered by Tina’s close proximity to her.

Tina did not answer as she run one hand up Bette’s thigh, sliding behind her and took of her jacket. She put her weight into the long relaxing S-shaped strokes that paralleled Bette’s spine from her shoulder down to her buttocks. Then she walked the point of her elbows back up from the lumbar region to the base of her neck, spiking and stroking, soothing Bette’s back muscles.

“Does that feel good baby?”

“Uh…yeah it does…” Bette managed to stammer.

Tina alternated these sensations with each journey – sooth, stroke, spike, sooth, stroke, spike. Needless to say, Bette alternatively complained and rejoiced under Tina’s expert touch, craving more.

“God Alice, you are so tight,” Tina worked the muscles of her neck. Bette could feel her nipples hard, pressing into her back now, rubbing up and down.

Bette frowned in confusion. “Alice…who? Oh, yeah I am supposed to be Alice.” That is a really scary thought…Oh screw that, I am just going to be Bette and I can imagine that both Ali and T are in bed with me naked and ready for a threesome. She grinned at the thought and started figuring out the mechanics in her head.
Lets see. T would make love to me while Al would service T, she smiled and then frowned. No, that does not seem right.

She lost her train of thought as Tina found a particularly tight knot in her neck and worked it out with her expert fingers. “Oh yeah baby that feels so good, right there, just like that,” Bette moaned from the combination of pleasure and pain. Wow, T has such skillful fingers, what a waste on a straight girl. I wonder how they would feel somewhere else. Bette could not stop herself from fantasizing about Tina massaging her clit and hitting her sweet spot where it really ached now, as she ate Ali who would sit and slowly grind her exquisite juices into her face.

“Oh God,” Bette let out a deep guttural moan, extremely aroused. She grimaced—this sort of thinking is certainly not going to save my marriage.

“Fuck…” Bette swore softly as she felt Tina’s hot breathe on her skin, causing goose bumps all over her flesh, driving out all thoughts of Alice. Tina moved again to settle next to Bette on the bed, leaning them both down. Her exquisite fairy like touch drifting from her strong shoulders, down her swan-like neck, popping open the first button, then the second as she blew softly, up and down.

God, Tina was something else altogether. “What…what are you doing to me?” Bette stammered.

“Oh baby…just think of it as foreplay, building your anticipation before the real deal. I am going to make you ache up here and then transfer that ache downwards, where I will finally take care of it, long and hard, for as many hours and many times you want.” Tina whispered sexily into her ear, driving Bette completely out of her senses.

“Mmmm…your arms…I could die happily in them,” Tina said breathily, moaning.

“Really?” Bette flexed for Tina, enjoying the attention Tina was lavishing on her.

“Mmmm, so what’s your greatest sexual fantasy?” Tina purred into her ear again, the vibrations from her sultry voice sending shivers down Bette’s spine. She moaned as she traced her collarbone with her fingers, pressing her thumbs on the pressure points on Bette’s shoulders and down her arms.

“Uh…uh…” Bette was lost for words.

Unknown to both Bette and Tina, the poor guy sitting on the same mattress was trying to mentally block out the hot conversation and moans escaping from Bette and

Tina with little success. He was close to having an erection as he listened to Bette and

Tina flirting away and making out on the bed.

“Tell me baby. Maybe I can fulfill them…” she moaned sexily into Bette’s ear, “…fulfill them all…” slowly circled the outside of her earlobe with her tongue, nipping it, pleased to hear Bette moan louder as her hands traveled down to cup her breasts. Tina was having a blast and the time of her life, seeing the usually in-control Bette turn into putty in her hands. Her scene was playing out as she had envisioned. What she had not anticipated however, was how hot and carried away she would get in the process.

Her panties were soaked with arousal, her skin flushed bright pink, and she found herself on top of Bette lying across the bed, teasing and stroking hardened nipples through the flimsy material, loving how they felt in her hands and how Bette was now whimpering. She reached back to unhook her bra, drooling over the prospect of taking those taut nipples into her mouth.

“T…” Bette moaned with her eyes tightly shut, breathing heavily in her state of arousal, snapping Tina back into reality. She realized what she was doing, gasped and sat up straight (no pun intended), trying to gather herself together.

“No…don’t stop…please don’t stop,” Bette reached up for Tina and pulled her down for a heated kiss, only to be snapped back to reality as well when she caught the scent of men’s perfume. She instantly opened her eyes to find herself staring up into the face of a shocked, geeky-looking guy, inches away from his quivering lips. Bette instantly let go of his jacket, pushing him away and sat up on the bed, trying to collect herself.

“I’m…taking this bed,” the geeky aroused stranger stammered out, instantly getting on his feet to find the sales representative and pay whatever it took to obtain the sexually stimulating bed.

“Yeah…please do,” Bette groaned as she covered her face with her hands and peeked sideways at Tina.

They looked at each other and smiled shyly, looking away again, trying to avoid talking about what just happened between them. Bette finally found her voice.

“That worked out well. We actually increased sales for this place in a matter of minutes. Maybe we both should consider changing professions,” Bette joked shyly at Tina who blushed bright red.

“Hey T,” Bette nudged her.

“Yeah…”

“Eric…he does all that to you…and yet you don’t…” Bette looked at her concerned as Tina looked away, answering the question without really expressing it in words.

“Hey T,” Bette nudged her again.

“Yeah…” Tina just looked sad and slightly embarrassed.

“Actually, you are very sexy,” Bette chuckled in her admission. “Very VERY sexy in fact. You just need to show him. And I will help you with that. C’mon, lets go.” Bette reached out and took Tina by the elbow, helping her up.

Tina just stared at Bette and followed her out of the store in a state of confusion regarding her feelings. What had just happened? She did not just have illicit thoughts let alone almost engage in illicit sex with Bette, did she? What was she feeling towards Bette? Was it simply lust and that too for a woman? It was not JUST the fact that Bette was really attractive that anyone would be into her, right? She had wanted Bette on that bed.

She was actually INTO Bette, actually attracted to Bette, sexually.
She let her mind wander back to Bette in her state of arousal, her skin flushed, chest heaving, her sexy moans, that arousing scent of her perfume and shampoo together, the exquisite feel of those muscular yet feminine shoulders, her hard nipples through her bra and how much Tina had wanted to taste them. Tina stopped stunned as she felt a deep ache in her core and what was undoubtedly her own arousal drenching her panties. Oh my god, does this mean that I am gay or bisexual?

She turned pale, brushed her hair back from her face, trying to simultaneously brush the multitude of scary, life-altering thoughts away into the dark residues of her mind.
Bette stopped walking as she noticed Tina not beside her and turned around. She noticed that Tina had turned pale. She limped back, touched her face, angling it up to look straight into her eyes, concerned. “T…what’s wrong?”

The simple, innocent touch on her cheek added fuel to the fire raging within Tina. She bit her lip hard to prevent an escalated moan, drawing blood in the process.

“Nothing…” she stammered up at Bette, ready to drown in those loving, expressive and gentle eyes.

Bette frowned. “Are you sure? We can always…”

Tina put a trembling finger on Bette’s lips, silencing her. “I am sure. Take me wherever you want.”

Bette nodded, missing the double meaning laden in Tina’s words out of worry and concern for Tina.

“BTW-I forgot to say earlier T but I think you should shoot for an acting gig rather than being a producer if you ever end up back in the movie or broadway business. Your acting performance on the bed was absolutely mind-blowing and totally hot. It would make for some amazing soft porn videos that people would want to see over and over again on Youtube,” Bette said, complimenting Tina.

“Bette!” Tina giggled nervously, letting Bette limp slightly ahead as she found herself checking out the outline of Bette’s rear in her pants. She licked her lips subconsciously, restraining from reaching out and grabbing Bette by the ass. More of her arousal instantly seeped out as an image of Bette’s tight ass grinding into her filled her head.

“Fuck T…you are in so much trouble…” she thought to herself.

Tina shook her head trying to clear the illicit thoughts confusing her. Now was not the time to express doubts. She needed to focus on saving her marriage and with that thought squarely in her head, she let herself be led by Bette, led to wherever Bette was taking her. She did not stop to ask—she would close her eyes and be open to be taken by Bette anywhere she wanted…