Chapter 12

Bette held the front door open for Tina as she stepped inside greeted by a comfortable silence. Tina reached over and turned a light on while Bette threw her keys on the table near the front door.

“Why were you so quiet on the way home?” Bette asked, hesitant to begin a discussion she knew she wasn’t prepared to have.

“I’m waiting for the right time.”

“Ah,” Bette said knowingly. “And you assume there will be a right time.”

“Oh there is,” Tina said smiling.

“I wouldn’t bet on it,” Bette countered. “At least not right now. I need time to process what you threw at me last night before we get into another round of it.”

“Another round of what?”

“Baby talk.”

“Oh Babe,” Tina said as she slipped her arms around Bette’s hips and began to playfully nip at her lips. “I realize that you would rather walk over hot coals then discuss that topic when we have the house to ourselves, so I’m willing to postpone that discussion until breakfast in favor of another one.”

Tina rubbed her nose seductively against the side of Bette’s before nipping at her lips once again.

“What discussion is this?” Bette asked mesmerized by Tina running the tip of her tongue over her lips.

“My visit to your gallery.”

“Oh really?” Bette cocked her eyebrow as Tina lifted Bette’s shirt up and off her body. Bette smiled as she held her arms up, keeping her eyes locked with Tina’s throughout the entire sensual process.

“I have it all planned out in my head,” Tina slipped the tip of her tongue into Bette’s mouth, using it to tickle the roof of her mouth, but then quickly withdrawing it.

“Care to share?”

Tina’s breathing became heavy as she placed her hands in Bette’s hair to hold her still for a smoldering kiss. She held onto fistfuls of hair while her tongue thrust inside Bette’s mouth eagerly. Tina’s tongue began to duel with Bette’s for control. She still wasn’t ready for Bette to dominate the moment, although she was quickly losing her resolve to set a slower pace for their lovemaking.

Bette rendered herself helpless to Tina’s hands as they slid down her shoulders tickling her bare skin. Tina pulled back from the kiss to watch her hands touch Bette intimately. She unclasped Bette’s bra with ease and allowed it to fall at their feet unnoticed. The contrast between Tina’s skin tone and Bette’s took Tina’s breath away.

Tina cupped both breasts fully in her hands and massaged them, fueling her own arousal, as she felt Bette’s hard nipples press into her palms. Tina felt the moisture building between her legs as she worked to gain control of it, hoping to dominate the moment between them for as long as she could.

Bette moaned and tried to pull Tina closer for a kiss, however Tina had other ideas and bent down slightly to be eye level with Bette’s chest.

“God I love your body,” Tina whispered. “It never ceases to take my breath away.”

Tina used the thumb on one hand to massage one of Bette’s already painfully hardened nipples, while she took the other in her mouth and began to use her tongue to please Bette.

“Oh God,” Bette threw her head back as she tangled her fingers in Tina’s hair trying to pull her further into her breast.

Tina began to walk Bette backward toward the center of the room. She broke contact with Bette’s nipple to kiss her hard on the lips. When Bette moaned in protest at Tina’s mouth being removed from her breast, Tina quickly replaced her lips with her fingers so both hands were massaging Bette’s nipples.

Tina smiled against Bette’s lips when she heard the animalistic moan coming from deep within Bette’s throat.

“The kitchen,” Tina smiled knowing that she had Bette exactly where she wanted her and that Bette would obey, without question, any command Tina could make.

Tina continued the kiss as they walked into the kitchen, both women using their hands to touch the other anywhere they could. Tina felt a rush of liquid pooling between her thighs, dampening her thong, and making it harder to concentrate on Bette’s pleasure.

Once in the kitchen, Tina used her foot to kick a chair out and pushed Bette into it so that she was sitting, looking at Tina, with a seductive smile on her face. Tina kicked Bette’s feet further apart and stepped between her parted legs.

“If this was your gallery, that’d be your desk chair.”

Bette was transfixed on Tina, barely hearing her, and not able to verbally respond.

“You can almost feel the soft leather on your back can’t you?”

Bette’s response came in an expression of her love as she lifted Tina’s shirt to expose her stomach and she kissed her there lightly. She ran her tongue over Tina’s flinching muscles, making it harder for both women to maintain composure.

Bette ran her hands up Tina’s stomach and under her shirt to feel her breasts, still covered by her lacey bra. Tina’s need to be close to Bette drove her to reach down and grab the bottom of her own shirt, quickly lifting it up over her head, and throwing it onto the floor.

When Bette kissed the valley between Tina’s breasts, it literally took her breath away. Tina threw her head back, slowly losing the will to hold out and please Bette. Bette licked the perspiration that had begun to pool between Tina’s breasts and was dripping down her stomach, past the waistband of her jeans.

“You taste so good,” Bette mumbled from between Tina’s breasts.

Tina grabbed Bette’s face and tilted it upward to capture her lips once more. The passion building inside of Tina was evident in her eagerness to discard her bra and allow Bette total access to her upper body.

Bette ran her palms over Tina’s breasts, feeling her nipples further harden under her touch. She thrust her tongue into Tina’s mouth and kissed her roughly, which was how Tina enjoyed being kissed as of late.

“Touch me,” Tina demanded in a husky tone.

She grabbed one of Bette’s hands and snaked it down toward the waistband of her jeans. She quickly unbuttoned her jeans and Bette assisted her in lowering the zipper. When Bette slid her fingers down Tina’s body and into her thong, she gasped at how wet Tina truly was.

“Oh my God,” Bette said as she sucked in a much needed breath. “You are so wet Babe.”

“God I know.”

Tina used her hand to push Bette’s harder against herself, rocking her hips forward for as much contact as she could get with her jeans still on. Tina’s other hand held Bette’s head to her breast as Bette gently bit down on her nipple and tugged on it using her teeth.

“Fuck Bette,” Tina moaned.

Tina’s legs began to weaken as Bette struggled to stroke her with little room in her jeans.

“Take them off,” Tina demanded.

Bette withdrew her hand and focused on the task in front of her. She tugged at the waistband of Tina’s jeans, working them down and over her hips. Once they were pooled at her ankles, Tina quickly kicked them to the side. Bette leaned back to look at Tina, standing in front of her, dressed in only her thong. Her chest was rising and falling quickly as her breath came in shorter gasps. Tina felt an overpowering need to be close to Bette so she wasted no time in removing her damp thong and flinging it to the ground beside them. She inched forward and straddled Bette’s lap, facing her, with a seductive smile on her face.

“If we were at your gallery right now,” Tina leaned down near Bette’s ear so that with every word spoken, Bette could feel Tina’s breath. “I’d be just like this but with heels on. I’d lean over and beg you to fuck me.”

“Oh God,” Bette could only mutter her response to Tina’s seductive words.

It wasn’t often that Tina was so direct with her words, typically she would always refer to being with Bette intimately as making love, yet occasionally she felt the need to describe it for what it was, an overpowering need to have Bette touch her.

Tina reached between them and spread herself open, even shocking herself with the amount of moisture that seeped out from between her swollen lips. Her arousal drenched the hair between her legs and dripped onto Bette’s thigh still clad in her Levis.

Once Bette slipped two of her fingers inside Tina, her hands immediately grasped onto Bette’s shoulders and dug into the skin. She allowed her head to fall forward, burying her head in Bette’s neck as Bette snaked her other hand around to support Tina’s back. With every thrust of her fingers inside, Bette pushed Tina forward with the other hand to deepen her thrusts.

“God you feel so good Tina,” Bette said breathless.

Bette thrust harder and deeper with each groan that escaped Tina’s parted lips. She curled her fingers inside and massaged Tina’s G-spot lightly at first, but quickly became bolder and touched her harder as she watched Tina’s reaction.

“Oh God!” Tina screamed as she bit down on Bette’s shoulder feeling her pending orgasm near. Her fingernails dug into Bette’s back. Bette stroked her once more taking Tina closer to her orgasm. Tina scratched at the skin on Bette’s back leaving red marks.

“Fuck!” Bette screamed as she felt the sweat from her body sting where the scratches were strategically placed on her back.

Bette felt Tina’s insides tighten, clamping down on her fingers, making it almost impossible to move them inside of her. Tina’s head was now thrown back, her mouth parted, but no sound coming out. She was suspended in time, not breathing or speaking, but thoroughly enjoying the orgasm that shook her body.

Once Bette couldn’t move her fingers inside Tina anymore, she used her other hand to massage Tina’s clit back and forth drawing out the orgasm as much as possible.

“Oh my God Bette!” Tina screamed, thankful they were alone in their house.

Tina’s body stopped shaking as she collapsed into Bette’s arms, once again resting her head on Bette’s shoulder. Bette stroked her glistening back with her fingertips gently, losing herself in the feel of Tina in her arms.

Tina looked up and used her hands to tilt Bette’s head toward her so that their eyes met. She expended a great deal of effort in swinging her leg back and stepping on the ground to stand in front of Bette.

“Get on the table,” Tina commanded in a sexy voice.

Bette stood up and backed herself up to the table, easily boosting herself up and sitting facing Tina.

“If this was your gallery that would be that outrageously expensive desk you sit at everyday.”

Tina walked up and unbuttoned Bette’s jeans, sliding the zipper down and urging Bette to assist her in removing them entirely. When Tina tugged at the waistband of Bette’s Levis, she also took her moist thong off, taking advantage of Bette’s raised hips.

Bette parted her legs as Tina used her foot to drag the chair they were just sitting on closer to the table. She sat down, eye level with Bette’s legs, and urged them further apart to confirm what she thought she’d find, Bette’s drenched center and throbbing clit.

“God you are so ready,” Tina whispered against Bette’s thigh as she placed a gentle kiss on it and then licked away some of Bette’s arousal. “You taste so good Babe.”

“Please,” Bette begged trying to urge Tina’s head toward her center.

Bette’s fingers grabbed onto the table, squeezing to the point of pain. Her knuckles were white, but she didn’t ease her grip because Tina continued to tease her. Tina nudged her nose against Bette’s throbbing clit taking in the scent that was so uniquely Bette.

“Damn it Tina,” Bette begged once more. “Please.”

“Please what Babe?” Tina asked seductively with a smile on her face as she looked up from between Bette’s legs to see the look on Bette’s face.

Tina knew she had Bette on the edge of her orgasm already, but Tina craved more before she took her over. She wanted Bette to vocalize exactly what she needed since the opportunity presented itself having a house without Angelica roaming inside.

“Your mouth,” Bette gasped as Tina allowed one finger to graze lightly over her clit.

“What about my mouth?”

“On….. me,” Bette sputtered, her words coming in short one-word sentences.

“You want me to use my tongue?” Tina teased. “I could use my teeth right where I’m touching you.”

“Tina,” Bette moaned in frustration.

Tina knew the point of teasing had passed by the desperate look on Bette’s face. Tina used the tip of her tongue to lick Bette’s rock hard clit causing Bette to moan and her body to jerk in response.

Tina took Bette’s throbbing clit in her mouth and began to suck hard. She raked her fingers over Bette’s shaking thighs as she felt Bette grab her hair and push her head further into her center. Tina released Bette’s clit, met with a frustrated moan from above, but she forcefully inserted her tongue into Bette’s body. She felt Bette tense but beg for more as Tina pulled her tongue out. She inserted it once more, this time a little gentler, and rotated it around inside of Bette.

Tina began to quicken the pace, inserting and withdrawing her tongue, until she felt Bette’s thighs squeeze her head holding her there.

“I’m coming!” Bette screamed, not needing to alert Tina as she felt her insides begin to tighten.

Tina drew out the orgasm as long as she could, but Bette begged for her to pull out due to her sensitivity. Tina laid her head down on Bette’s shaky and sweaty thigh to allow her breathing to return to normal. Bette leaned back on one arm while her other hand gently played with Tina’s hair. Finally, Bette’s body needed a rest and she just laid back on the table facing the ceiling.

“I love you,” Tina whispered against Bette’s thigh.

“I love you too.”

“I say we make it to the bedroom,” Tina suggested. “I’m about to fall asleep like this and something tells me you wouldn’t be happy sleeping on the kitchen table all night.”

Bette sat up and watched as Tina stood up and offered her hand to assist Bette down off the table. They walked hand in hand toward the bedroom, turning the one lone light off on their way.

Dana cringed as she stared at her cell phone debating whether to call Tina and Bette on the way to Tracy’s house or assess the situation before making such a drastic call.

“They might be sleeping,” Dana reasoned with herself as she turned down Tracy’s street. “They wanted some alone time, I’d die if I interrupted that. I’d be so embarrassed.”

Dana hardly stepped on the gas to her car dreading what she was about to encounter with a drunk Angelica. Her mind wandered to her approach with Bette and Tina as her stomach began to flip flop with nerves.

“Tina, I’m sorry but Angie had too much to drink and is in my car,” Dana practiced. “That sucks. I could just leave her in a shopping cart and ring the bell if Bette’s up.”

Dana shook her head scolding herself for even letting the thought crossing her mind.

“Just remember Fairbanks,” Dana conversed with herself once more. “You can outrun Porter for sure. It’s Kennard that you have to worry about.”

Dana’s reasoning came to an abrupt halt as she made her way down Tracy’s street to see hordes of kids outside around a house and some in the street. Some were drinking, other kids were smoking and drinking, and overall everyone was dancing as if they had no consequences to their actions.

“My God why doesn’t someone call the police?” Dana shook her head as she slowly pulled up in the driveway and shut her car off.

Dana parked her car and got out, taking her cell phone with her, but locking her purse inside. She was too nervous to take it in, yet she wasn’t sure about leaving it either. This indecisiveness caused Dana to take a few steps toward the house, then turn and head back to her car.

“No, it’ll be fine.”

She headed for the house again, but quickly turned around to get her purse. As some of the kids watched Dana’s behavior and began to question it, she looked at them suddenly feeling very silly about her actions.

“You all should be ashamed of yourselves,” Dana scolded them not sure what else to say.

The music was enough to blow someone’s eardrums out and she hadn’t even entered the house yet. Once she did, she was shocked at what she saw. She stumbled into a young man and woman making out near the front door causing her to blush.

“Watch the fuck out!” the young man sputtered causing Dana to step back.

“Sorry,” Dana said and then frowned at the pathetic display of teenage heterosexual foreplay. “Commence with the heavy petting please.”

Dana looked around for any sign of Angelica and then stopped someone to ask where the nearest bathroom was. The young girl pointed toward where the bar was and Dana quickly headed in that direction, making an effort not to make eye contact with anyone. She thought it was her best bet given a line had formed outside the door and seemed to be at a standstill.

Dana walked to the front of the line, ignoring the groans from behind her, and knocked quietly on the door. She was happy when a voice she recognized as Cathy’s said it was occupied. Dana whispered that it was Angelica’s aunt and smiled as the door was quickly unlocked.

Dana stepped inside and shut the door, locking it once more, giving herself some time to assess the situation. Angelica was sitting on the floor, her eyes closed, her breathing labored, and her head resting on her arms, which were on the toilet. She shivered, causing Dana’s sympathy to grow. She knew that the misery Angelica was feeling at this moment was nothing compared to when her mothers would find out that she had been drinking.

“Thank God you’re here,” Cathy said looking very afraid. “We didn’t know what to do.”

“You did the right thing,” Dana reassured her by placing her hand on Cathy’s shoulder. “How much did she have to drink?”

“A few shots and some beer,” Renee said.

“In what amount of time?”

“Not even an hour,” Renee said reluctantly.

Dana sat down on the ground next to Angelica and pushed her hair out of her face to see if her eyes were open. As Dana suspected, they were tightly closed.

“How long has she been sick?”

“She just started that thing where you make the awful noise of throwing up but you can’t,” Cathy said making a face of disgust.

“The dry heaves,” Dana said.

“That’s what they’re called?”

“I know it well,” Dana said with a small smile on her face.

Dana’s smile was quickly removed as Angelica moved and attempted to get sick once more. She opened her mouth, but true to form, nothing came out after her stomach clenched in effort. Angelica was sweaty, her abdominal muscles aching, her head still swimming when she could muster the energy to open her eyes.

“I’m here Angie,” Dana rubbed her back as Angelica laid her head down and looked up at her aunt with hazy eyes.

“Help me Aunt Dana,” Angelica said with tears in her eyes.

“The only thing that’s going to help is time,” Dana said lovingly.

“I don’t want to stay in here,” Angelica began to cry.

Dana rubbed her back and held her tight talking to her in a soothing voice. She promised her that they would all get up and sneak out soon, but she wanted to make sure that Angelica had no more liquid to throw up in her stomach.

“Where are we going to go?” Renee asked suddenly concerned with what would likely be her punishment for being at a party without permission. “I told my parents I was staying at Cathy’s house.”

“Where did you tell them you were staying?” Dana asked Cathy.

“Angelica’s house,” Cathy admitted avoiding Dana’s gaze.

“Great, I’d venture to say that’s the last place any of us want to be,” Dana said. “I don’t even want to be there.”

“Are you going to tell her moms?”

“I have to,” Dana admitted. “I’m praying Bette went to bed and Tina stayed up.”

“Is there a chance of that?” Renee asked hopeful for her friend.

“Not likely,” Dana said. “I just hope they remember back to when it’s happened to them and not be so upset. Although, Angie is only 14 and shouldn’t be here in the first place.”

“Wait,” Renee smiled at the thought of adults getting sick from drinking too much. “They’ve been sick from drinking too much?”

“Let’s see,” Dana leaned back against the wall with her eyes on Angie waiting to see if she were to be sick again. “I remember seeing Bette drunk at least once when things were a little hard on her. I remember vaguely getting hammered on a boat and making a fool of myself dancing.”

“You don’t dance well?” Cathy asked smiling enjoying the comfort of knowing Dana was there to help.

“I don’t remember what exactly the dance was, just that Angelica’s Aunt Alice calls it ‘the Dana dance’ and has teased me for years about it.”

“How did it end?”

“The dance or night?”

“Both I guess,” Renee said.

“The dance I have no idea. The night ended with me being much like Angelica but hanging over the side of a boat to get sick.”

“What are you going to do with us?” Renee asked suddenly feeling very afraid to be stuck in a bathroom at a party she shouldn’t be at.

“Did either of you drink?”

“No,” Cathy answered emphatically for both her and Renee.

“Let’s think about what Tina would do,” Dana muttered to herself. “What would Tina do?”

It was almost as if Cathy and Renee could hear the song that was ringing in Dana’s head as she bounced her head from side to side putting the words ‘what would Tina do’ to music.

“I’ll take you both back to your house Cathy and explain to your mom what happened and that you were instrumental in avoiding a heap of trouble for Angie.”

“We are so busted,” Cathy slumped in defeat.

“I’ll do my best to make it as painless as possible,” Dana smiled sympathetically at Cathy. “Let’s get her up.”

“What are you going to do with Angelica?”

“Hand her over to her Mom I hope,” Dana sounded nervous. “I’m just praying Bette isn’t awake still.”

Dana leaned over and whispered into Angelica’s ear that she was going to lift her and take her home. Angelica, too sick to fight, just slumped against Dana as she lifted her up and struggled to get her to stand.

“Ok,” Dana said struggling to keep Angelica upright. “I’ll hold her close to me and you lead the way to the car. It’s the SUV in the driveway.”

“I’m sorry Miss Dana,” Cathy said with tears in her eyes.

“No worries,” Dana said out of breath. “I’ll explain to Angie’s moms how you helped her and I’m sure they’ll thank you for it when they see you next.”

“Angelica will be 50 by then,” Renee said watching her friend grasp at Dana’s shirt to steady herself.

“More like 70,” Dana muttered pushing the feeling of dread down in her stomach thinking about what would likely be the reaction of Angelica’s mothers.

They were able to get Angelica to the car, into the passenger’s seat, and buckled in with little commotion. Dana reclined the seat slightly and searched for a bag in the back while the other girls got in the backseat silently. Dana handed a gym bag to Cathy and told her to give it to Angelica if she was going to get sick in the car.

The first stop was Cathy’s house and Dana cringed seeing no lights were left on.

“Your parents are in bed aren’t they?”

“Probably,” Cathy said almost in tears.

“Let’s go and get this over with,” Dana said feeling like vomiting herself.

The three of them quickly went to the door and Dana introduced herself to Cathy’s Dad who had answered the door in his pajamas. She explained quickly what a help Cathy and Renee were to Angelica, who had made a mistake in judgment, and assured him that Bette or Tina would be in contact with them to thank Cathy for her efforts in getting Angelica help.

Once that was done, Dana got back in her car pleased at her actions, but dreading the next stop.

“I won’t lie to you,” Dana began to speak to a passed out Angelica. “This is going to hurt you worse then it will me.”

She pulled onto the main street between Cathy’s house and Bette and Tina’s residence, knowing she had only minutes to muster up her courage to face her friends with their drunk daughter in her car.

“Why am I nervous? I’m sober!”

Dana pulled onto Bette and Tina’s street and slowed her car down.

“Why is it the one time I would want to be left in the dark I’m in the thick of it?” Dana asked Angelica and waited for an answer. “Why am I talking when essentially you’re passed out cold?”

Dana turned her headlights off as she pulled into the driveway and placed the car in park, quickly shutting it off so that she didn’t wake Bette and Tina before she was ready. Dana first noted that the lights were all off in the house, confirming what she thought would be the case, they were more then likely asleep.

Dana knocked on the front door quietly, knowing it was too quiet to be heard, but afraid to knock any louder. When nobody answered, Dana walked in the back and used her key on the gate to enter the backyard. She walked to the French doors that led to Bette and Tina’s bedroom to peak in.

Bette was laying on her back with the sheet pulled up covering her body. Tina laid on her stomach, her hand thrown over Bette’s body, their legs intertwined, and the sheet barely covering her lower body. Her upper body, however, left little to the imagination.

“Oh Jesus,” Dana whispered covering her eyes.

Dana looked around the ground averting her eyes from the picture of love in front of her.

“Of course they’d have sex,” Dana chastised herself. “Why wouldn’t they when they were supposed to be alone in the house?”

Dana kicked a stick that had fallen from a tree near the house and then slowly picked it up in her hand. Next to it was a stone that had escaped from the landscaping near the house. She also picked that up in her hand and threw it against the frame of the door hoping to waken Tina from her slumber while leaving Bette deep in her dreams. Tina moved slightly, but nothing more came of the first attempt to wake her up.

“Pssst,” Dana whispered as she scratched the door with the stick crouching down to remain mostly out of sight. “Tina wake up.”

Tina didn’t move, but when Bette did, Dana rushed behind the bushes to remain out of sight. Bette moved slightly causing the sheet to move down her body and accent her breasts.

“Ugh my eyes,” Dana mumbled. “This was not in the rulebook of Aunthood.”

Dana found another rock and tossed it against the doorframe once more, deciding that after a few more attempts she’d have no choice but to knock on the door and risk waking both of them up.

Dana scratched at the door again, but this time, Tina picked her head up and stretched. She flipped on her side and snuggled up to Bette laying her head on Bette’s chest. The small sign that she may be awake inspired Dana to become daring and knock on the door.

Tina’s head snapped up and looked outside, her heart pounding, until her eyes focused on Dana.

“Dana?” Tina asked to confirm she wasn’t seeing things in the dark.

“Shhhhh,” Dana begged. “I need help.”

“What’s going on?” Tina sat up holding her part of the sheet to her chest to shelter her naked body.

“Shhhh!” Dana demanded. “Don’t wake Bette up, just come out here please. Meet me out front alone.”

Tina waited until Dana slipped out of view before she slipped out of bed undetected. She fumbled around the ground in search of her clothes, suddenly remembering that they were shed in the living room and kitchen. She walked quickly down the hall to the kitchen and saw Bette’s Levis lying on the ground.

“These will do,” Tina muttered as she slipped Bette’s jeans on and her shirt from earlier in the day. She struggled to zip them up, but after her third attempt at holding her breath to button them she was safely clothed.

Tina opened the door to see Dana standing by her car on the passenger’s side. She walked out of the house and rubbed her arms to warm them against the cool air.

“What’s going on Dana?”

Tina looked in the car as she approached it seeing Angelica lying there with her eyes closed and sweat dripping off her face.

“Is that Angie?”

Tina ran faster toward the car, her heart racing, as Dana held her hand up.

“She just threw up here,” Dana pointed to the ground.

“Threw up?”

“Tina,” Dana took a deep breath and remembered her rehearsed speech. “She’s drunk.” Dana suddenly became angry with herself given the fact that she had rehearsed her speech numerous times before this moment, yet blurted it out under pressure. “And surprisingly heavy.”