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    It was Saturday morning and all the girls were crowded around a table enjoying their breakfasts. Alice and Dana sat together whispering things unknown to the rest of the group. Giggling. Kissing. All the lovey dovey stuff couples do in their first couple of months dating. Bette couldn’t help but stare. She missed having that. The warm feelings of love. The warms arms around her. Her arms around someone else. She shrugged it off, and threw back another shot of espresso. 
    She looked across the table. There she sat. Tina. Alone. Just like her. Alone. All alone. Bette wanted nothing more than to take the blonde into her arms. Love her. Make her feel loved. In front of everyone. They’d been seeing each other secretly. Behind the curtains of scrutiny of everyone in the gang. What they’d think of them. They wanted to take the time to get to know each other again with out fingers being pointed. 
    Bette had ended it with Jodi a week ago. Both Tina and Bette figured that if they were to come out with their relationship that it would make it obvious the reasons why she’d left Jodi. Bette didn’t care whether they knew or not. She didn’t really care what they thought of her. But Tina did. She didn’t want them to hate them, or to think little of their relationship, and the fact that they wanted to try again.
    Bette looked from her bowl of fruit up at Tina. Her eyes had been on Bette the entire time. Admiring the way she moved. The way she ate. Everything. She was becoming extremely turned on with every movement. She saw Bette looking at her. She averted her eyes looking back down at her own fruit.
    Bette saw something in Tina’s eyes. Hunger. It wasn’t for the food either. She suddenly became intensely aware of what was between her legs. She shifted. Squeezed her legs together to alleviate some of the throbbing. No such luck. She got out of the chair she was sitting in and pushed it in. Alice looked up at her.
    “Hey Porter where ya’ going?”
    “Restroom. Want to hold my hand?”
    “No thaaank you.”
    Bette shot Tina a look. An inviting look. Tina waited. Waited until Bette was out of sight and everyone had gone back to their own little things. She tossed around a grape a couple of times with her spoon and smiled. She got up and pushed her chair in. Alice noticed this too.
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    1. Gotta love the girls playing touch football!! Thank you for this sweet story. I’m wondering if Kit tried to squeeze into cleats a couple of sizes too small just like she did with the Chucks for the basketball game?!?!

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