Previously:

    “Wait… Let me.” Bette’s hand moved to cover Tina’s
hand on the sheet. Tina trained her eyes on Bette’s face, waiting.
Bette stared down at her own hand that was slowly drawing the sheet
lower.

    Tina couldn’t help the loud moan that eased from her
throat when Bette’s expression transformed from simmering heat to acute
lust. She barely felt the sheet slide down to her waist.

    “Well what do you know,” Bette rumbled rakishly, “It’s two for the price of one…”

    “Huh? Tina, no it’s Bette.” Tina heard Bette’s disembodied voice coming from the seat near her window.

    “What are you doing baby?” Tina rubbed her eyes, stretched and sat up.

    “Oh nothing,” Bette chuckled self-consciously and
Tina saw a shadow as Bette waved an arm. “I just have this habit… I
look out of windows a lot.”

    Tina smiled in the dark and held up her hand to the
moonlight. Bette stood up, slowly walked to the bed, and touched it.

    “Hi there,” Tina spoke in a rusty voice.

    “Hi… there,” Bette echoed.

    “Come back to bed?”

    “‘K.”

    As Bette slid under the sheet beside her, Tina
turned and looked at her profile in the dark. She saw the mass of curls
that billowed over her pillow. She lovingly traced the outline of
Bette’s forehead, nose, lips and chin with her eyes.

    “Tina?”

    “Yes Bette?”

    “It’s been a long time. I’m sorry…”

    Tina scooted forward to put her cheek against
Bette’s arm. One palm ran down Bette’s smooth skin to entwine with her
hand. Bette glanced down and smiled bitterly.

    “I don’t know why you’re apologizing baby.” Tina
looked up at Bette’s face, seeing the strange scowl. “Wasn’t it good?”

    Bette quickly looked down at Tina and shook her head
adamantly. “Oh no, it was wonderful! You’re wonderful! It’s me. I’m
sorry if I… I’m not the world’s greatest lover,” Bette mumbled,
ashamed.

    Tina stared at Bette, dumbfounded. In the moonlight,
Bette looked even more mysterious. Her dark eyes seemed even darker and
the shadows on her body seemed deeper. Tina spared a glance down at
Bette’s body, partly hidden under the sheet. Bette had hastily donned a
thick robe she’d found in Tina’s bathroom. Under the robe, Tina knew
that Bette was all rounds and shadows. Tina had spent hours learning
all of Bette’s shapes and motions, playing like a child on her first
day at the beach. Tina had watched Bette’s body at its most
defenseless, cresting and rising like waves against her limbs. She had
broken when Bette had surged against her, a rock falling from a cliff
into the seething water below.

    “You’re not.” Tina said as she lifted up to put her
fingers against Bette’s jaw. With a tiny nudge, she turned Bette’s face
until their lips met. “You’re Bette Porter and you,” Tina spoke moistly
into Bette’s mouth, “You just made me come so many times I think angels
want to take my place.”

    Bette felt the dark thoughts being swept into the
deepest recesses of her mind, driven back by the light that was Tina.
She wanted to take her brain out of her head and offer it up to Tina,
to tell her, ‘please clean it up’. She had the rather morbid thought of
letting Tina wash her brain clean. Crazy, Bette.

    “Baby, why would angels want to take your place?”
Bette broke off to tease Tina and to hug her close with both arms.

    “Well, because this heaven is much better than
theirs, of course.” Tina grinned and nuzzled Bette’s cheek. She felt
Bette relax as whatever was bothering her faded. Good job, Tina, she
congratulated herself. Disaster averted, loving will now commence.

    Tina nimbly rolled on top of Bette and stradled her stomach.

    “Oh!” Bette exclaimed, surprised both by Tina’s nude
body suddenly astride her and by her own body’s extremely pleased
reaction. Her hips automatically bucked upward, knowing what felt good
even before Bette’s brain figured it out.

    “Uhm… that’s nice… You have perfect muscle
memory love…” Tina purred as she pulled Bette’s hands up to her
waist. Bette’s hands seemed to know exactly what to do too. They
touched and caressed, soothed and teased, stroked and undid Tina, until
Bette could only gape in wonder.

    And when Tina finally rolled off Bette, Bette stared
down at the puddle that gathered in her bellybutton, wondering if she
could even move.

    Tina crawled over to lap it up and Bette moved.
Bette writhed and twisted. Finally, she wrenched herself into a
spectacular *****.

    “Oh… wow…” Bette gasped between Tina’s kisses, “This… muscle memory thing?… ***** amazing!”

    They cuddled their sweat-slick bodies together and
started laughing. Bette imagined that just as their bodies had just
reached ecstasy, so now were their souls climbing towards it.

TBC