B: Wait…

Bette putted her hands on Tina’s hips and pushed them in the way they were supposed to be moving. Tina’s eyes flew open at that touch. She saw Helena and Dana trying to look serious but they failed.

B: So try without my help.

Tina moved and it looked okay.

B: Good… You can go back to your spot.

Tina walked back.

H: You have spare underwear?

T: Leave me alone, Hel.

Helena chuckled.

Bette continued with her lesion.

B: Okay, that was it for today. I hope you enjoyed it. See you next week. Uhm… Tina could you stay a little longer please?

T: Uhm… Sure.

Bette walked to the back of the class.

A: Have fun, TK.

H: Try not to jump her, eh. Her boyfriend is waiting.

T: JUST GO!

A: All right!

Everybody left the room and now only Tina and Bette were inside.

B: I think we need to talk.

T: Okay.

B: You need to stop acting like a teenager.

T: Excuse me?

B: You are constantly looking at my breast and making comments about it. I want you to stop. I don’t want problems.

T: Problems? I will get problems, not you.

B: Yes, I will.

T: Okay, look, I’m sorry about the comment I made. It was stupid but…

B: I understand. You don’t need to tell me. I just want you to stop.

T: I will. Can I go now?

Tina sounded sad and Bette wanted to hug the blonde but she knew it would only confuse the girl.

B: Yes, Bye.

Tina didn’t answer and left the room. The brunette looked sad. She liked Tina, she was beautiful and sweet. She and her boyfriend, Henry (Yes, Bette is now with Henry!) had problems. She always got that after a few weeks with the same boy. She didn’t want sex that much as those guys. The first two weeks she tried to give them as much as they wanted but after a while, Bette wanted something else and hoped to find it with another man. She had never found what she was looking for. Her sister was convinced that she was gay. Bette was sure she was not. She liked looking at girls, but it was only to compare herself with them, Right? She was confused… She knew she did the wrong thing to call the blonde in the front and touch her. But she couldn’t resist. Yesterday when she and Henry made love, she fantasized it was the blonde on top of her, not the brown-haired man. That was why she had told the blonde to stop looking at her that way. She didn’t want to feel excided because a girl looked at her.