Checking the time Bette sighed. It was way past midnight, too late to call anyone. Throwing herself on the bed she sighed again, tiredness closing her eyes. What a day! She mumbled to herself.

With one meeting after another she spent the whole day at work, just stopping to grab a bite. She tried to call Tina but the times she did Tina was busy or her cell was off. She wanted to hear her voice, tell her about work and ask her about Sandra but all vanished once the day started walking. Reality hit her hard not giving her the time she needed to stop and breathe.


***

Staring at the sleeping beauty at her side, Tina smiled. It was nice having her friend close again. Turning the tv off she sweetly covered Sandra with the covers. Walking to what it was Marios room Tina checked her cell again. What the? She said to herself. Undressing, throwing the clothes on the floor she climbed on the bed. The moment she rested her head on the pillow images of last night with Bette rushed into her mind.

She remembered the sentiment, the feelings, the tears. The tears she cried the moment that, laying on the bed, she finally saw Bette in the nude. Letting the robe fall down, Bette offered herself to Tina. And it was then when reality in her cold, scary face hit Tinas conscience.

Seeing Bettes beautiful body in front of her, Tina felt a sob running up her throat. Suddenly, unable to stop it, she felt her body shivering. It was real, it was true and she was not ready. As Bette was moving closer, kneeling on the bed at her side, brushing the hair from her face Tina shuddered. She didnt know what to do, how to do it. Looking into Tinas eyes, feeling her cold trembling eyes, Bette whispered,

Are you ok?

Unable to voice her fears, her doubts, biting her lips Tina shook her head. She was seeing Bettes magnificence body in front of her, her warmth hitting every pore of Tinas skin, her experience clouding her hungered body.

Tina, look at me Bette said raising Tinas chin to lock her eyes with hers.

What happens?, tell me Bette tenderly whispered, caressing Tinas bare arm.

I..II dont know what to doI dont know what am suppose to do now she whispered petrified by the emotions.

Sitting at Tinas side, not acknowledging her nudeness, Bette whispered while her hand caressed Tinas hand, assuring her.

You have to do nothing, we dont have to do anything Bette sweetly whispered, quietly praying for her words not be true.

But I want to Tina mumbled a few seconds later, fighting the sobs that were trying to escape her lips

Nodding, unable to tame the smile on her face, Bette whispered softly,

Do you trust me?

Nodding, getting lost in Bettes sweetness, in the deepness of her eyes, Tina mumbled a timid yes.

Relax okand talk to metell me what you want, what you feel Bette whispered leaning forward.

Resting her lips on Tinas neck, Bette opened Pandoras box.
From there on, she let herself get lost in Tinas body. With each new kiss she erased her doubts, with each new touch she wrote new promises, with each new whisper she built Tinas confidence. Tinas body reacted to Bettes touch in ways that surprised not only Bette but Tina too. Once she let Bette show her the way, Tina followed the lead.

Laying in the dark, hearing the rain falling outside, thinking about last night, remembering every touch, every moan, every sigh, Tina covered herself tighter. It was still, even so many hours later, a very vivid memory. Bette made Tinas body shiver in ways no one else ever did before. But not only that, Bettes touch, her kisses but even more her generosity made Tina reached a pick she didnt know itd exist.

Tina sighed remembering the moment she felt it. It felt as being weightless, her senses vanished, her conscience died. For the first time in her life Tina felt such intensity, such fulfilment that she needed more that a few minutes to compose herself afterwards.
Bette, noticing Tinas reaction, waited, drank from the vision of Tinas ***** in front of her. Smiling, weak as a leaf, Tina mumbled incomprehensive words afterwards. Smiling, Bette nodded, offering Tina a drink. Drinking orange juice, getting some of her lost strength back, Tina explained Bette her weaknesses, how her low blood pressure some times left her quite tired after situations like this.

Situations like this? Bette asked with a teasing tone.

Nodding, unable to stop the blush growing on her face, Tina said,

I meanII…

Loving Tinas embarrassment, Bette leaned to kiss her on the lips. Laying on the bed, sharing and totally unconscious of their nudeness, they talked and talked. They talked about everything and nothing. It was Bette the one that talked the most.

She shared old stories, childhood memories and forgotten dreams. Unaware of what she was doing, sayingall Bette was aware of was Tinas presence. While talking, she was unable to stop touching her, caressing her stomach, memorizing her soft curved hips, drawing promising tales on her beautifully shaped *****. Tina loved the stories, she was not only loving Bettes voice cradling the moment she was getting used, getting comfortable under Bettes tender touch. Watching Bette, loving the sigh of her beautiful body Tina smiled.

What? What are you smiling at? Bette whispered, noticing Tinas smile.

Youyou are so beautiful Tina whispered before leaning to kiss Bette on the lips.

Kissing Bette, Tina was not aware of her body responding to Bettes. Before she could think about it she was giving back everything Bette just shared with her. Loving every muscle, every curve, every bony part, Tina kissed Bettes body till she found the road back to her lips, showing her all her lust, all her passion.Sge got lost in Bettes mouth, in what it was saying but even more in what it was quietly hidding.Tina found herself doing and saying things she didnt know shed do or say. She felt brave, bold. She wanted to know more about Bettes body, she wanted to discover every curve, every mark, every little scar. So many stories, so many tales. She wanted everything and she felt like having everything. Looking at Bette in the eyes, sharing the silence, Tina felt it. It was something new, something brief because shaking her head she tried to think, to feel another thing. Facing it was too scary, too soon. Being nakes, there, in front of Bette was nothing compare with the nudeness of her soul. She knew, she felt exposed, vulnerable and scared but closing her eyes, focusing on Bette, Tina let her touches, her sweet words calmed her fears.

They stayed awake the rest of the night, showing each other their just discovered passion and connection. Just as the day was rising Bette finally fell asleep in Tinas arms, letting all the emotions start setting down in Tinas shattered heart and body.

Leaving Bette, knowing she had to pick Sandra up, Tina took a piece of paper to write something down to her. She didnt know what to say. Seeing Bette beautifully asleep at her side she smiled. It was impossible for her to stop smiling looking at Bette. Covered just by the light sheet, Tina could imagine every curve, every spot on Bettes leaned body. Caressing the leg that was resting over the sheet, Tina shook her head. There were many things she wanted to say but she didnt have the time. Smiling even broader she remembered one of Bettes whispers. She asked Tina, in the middle of passion, breaking the moment to get some strength, caressing Tinas face, Bette asked, Are you sure this is your first time?. She was teasing her but she was also not only praising but thanking Tina with her words.

After writing down the note,Tina kissed Bettes lips before heading to her car.


Thinking about it now, Tina could not remember how she drove to the airport, what she did, what rode she took. They drove back home for Sandra to take a nap and was then when Tina decided to develop the pictures she took of Bette.


Cradling the liquids, letting the dark calm her soared body, Tina discovered what her feelings looked like. It was there, appearing in front of her. Bettes features. Her smile, her long slim lips drawing a shy smile, her timid hands covering, her nervousness.
Caressing the wet print, Tina remembered the shape of Bettes bony collarbone, how sweet it tasted, how soft it was. Cradling the next print in the water she saw the shadows she imagined drawn on her neck, the light was showing Bettes beautiful neck; the stories, the promises hid behind her curly hair.

Sitting down on the tall stool she had in the dark room, Tina took the last of the pictures in her hand. She looked at it for a few minutes, unaware of being biting her lip. It was Bettes breast beautifully caressed by shadows and light. Caressing the wet print Tina could feel it, taste it. She looked at it for a few more minutes till she noticed the trembling of her hand. Leaving the print hanging to dry, Tina left the dark room with one idea in her head.

Walking to her room she took her cell. Laying on the bed she dialled Bettes number only to get the answer machine. She tried at her office and James told her that Bette was still in a meeting. Nodding, feeling cold and a bit lost, missing Bette and her assuring words, Tina rolled on her bed. Staring at the opened window, looking at it but seeing nothing she fall asleep till she heard noises. Before opening her eyes she hoped to find Bette at her side but opening her eyes she just found the sun rays playfully teasing her. Was then, right there as she was looking at the window when Sandra walked into the room to start the day with her.

Remembering the day, the game, and her friends Tina thought about Bette again. She wanted to share her day with her, her thoughts, wanted to tell her about her friends. She was starting to know Alice and Shane and wanted to share it with Bette. But Bette was not there, was not even answering her calls.

Sighing, feeling tiredness all over her body Tina sighed, not wanting to think, to imagine all the possibilities of Bettes behaviour, just hoping for it to be one of those things…


***

Putting Alice to sleep, Shane undressed her drunken friend. Mumbling, Alice tried to explain her feelings, letting alcohol form incoherent words.

I know Al,I know… now go to sleep ok

Shane said before turning the light off to walk outside the room leaving the door open. Taking her jacket off she laid on Alices couch, kicking her shoes off she took the quilt that was resting on the chair to cover herself.

Staring at the ceiling in the dark, noticing the shadows drawn by the streets lights, Shane sighed thinking about her friends,

God, if only shed talk with her