Previously

“I need you inside of me.”

I let the words breathe.

“I need you to make love to me, Bette…”

Her answer. Her eyes. Her voice.

“I need you to make love to me, Tina…”

And our bodies began to talk the language that we created that night. Our bodies moved once more and murmur words of moisture, of enchainting, of bewitching, of appeal, of release, of conquer, of weakness, of love.

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It was the first time we mention the word love. At first it was…What Tina..? What it was? You still couldn’t define it… How could you possibly describe what it was? A fantasy? An opportunity? A chance? I really don´t know what it was… I have this possibility to have her. Taste her. Enjoy her.  Drink her. That unique wine. An unforgetable liquor and I took what it was given to me.

But love…to make love it was the ultimate request.

I knew Bette was a woman of facts and acts.I knew it because I´m also a woman of action. “Let’s have fun…” or “Let´s enjoy it while we’re together…” My words. I never thought about love. And I never liked platonic feelings. At least not in the common sense what it was completely different from what really Socrates and Plato said. Well, maybe in the real acceptation …Thinking about me as a pupil…Well, this way I could  say that I have a lot to exchange with Bette.

Love? GOD? When I began to throw my caution to the wind? I kept asking myself, but even you already know the answer.

When?

 The moment I met her.

In my request there was more than a simply and casual gather of words, an expression to assign have sex.

 And in her tone there was more than a need.

I felt her nervous hand pressing… rubbing my rose nipple. My right nipple blossoming to her touch.

Our kiss.

Electric lived wired crossing my body.

I opened my eyes to watch the effects i had in that woman.

She was overwhelmed.

She gave herself to me.

She was mine.

I stopped the kiss. She slowly opened her eyes seching the reason why.