The Beginning of Bette and Tina—Chapter 7

Previously…

            “So, you ready for dinner?”

            “Uh huh,” Tina said, still lost in the power of their kiss.

            “Okay,” Bette said giggling, “what should we order?”

            “Order?  You mean you invite me for dinner, but you’re not going to cook for me?” Tina teased Bette.

            “Oh, believe me; I’m doing you a favor by not cooking for you.  I somehow manage to even mess up toast.  The kitchen is definitely not my area of expertise.”

            “Well, lucky for you—it is for me.  Come on, we’ll make it together.”

            “Uh, I don’t know, Tina.  I really don’t think you understand how bad I am at cooking.”

            “Please,” Tina said grabbing both of Bette’s hands and planting a light kiss on Bette then giving her a seductive smile, “it’ll be romantic.”

            “Oh, that’s so not fair.  You’re already using those wonderful lips to bribe me,” Bette said laughing.

            “Well, is it working?” Tina asked giving her another light, tantalizing kiss.

            “Oh yeah, and I can already tell those lips of yours are going to have me wrapped around your finger.”

            “Really?  Um, well…then I’ll let you in on a secret.  Your smile and eyes…make me putty in your hands.”

            “You mean this smile,” Bette flashed a sexy, almost goofy grin at Tina, “and these eyes?” Bette said wiggling her eyebrows.

            “Yep, those would be the ones,” Tina said laughing.

            “Well, then,” Bette said seductively, as she leaned in for another kiss and another kiss…

Chapter 7

             Bette, finally unable to suppress her urge to taste Tina, gently licked her bottom lip, requesting entrance which Tina willingly and quickly gave Bette.  When their tongues met, each could feel small fireworks going off in every nerve ending of their body.  Each desperate for more contact—Bette grabbed the nape of Tina’s neck to deepen the kiss and Tina wrapped her arms around Bette’s waist, begging her to get closer.  As the kissing intensified, their hands started wondering over the other’s body.  The small moans that escaped each woman’s mouth made the other’s movements more urgent and desperate and caused their ache for the other to deepen.