Then she touched my nose and ran her finger down the bridge of it saying, “You’ve got a nice straight nose with a few Patsy freckles sprinkled over it, just enough to make you look kissed by the sun everyday.”

She put two fingers on my bottom lip and rubbed it for a moment. “I love your lips. They feel so soft and warm. It’s all nice there, outside your mouth and inside. When you talk, I sometimes watch your lips and think about kissing them, like this….” She gently touched the side of my face with her hand and kissed me slowly on my mouth. She ran her fingers through my hair, to the back of my head and applied pressure there to push me harder against her lips. I felt her tongue go inside, rubbing my tongue and our breath quickened. She stopped long enough to put her wine glass on the table and I did too. Then we embraced with another kiss as passion enveloped us. It just felt too good not to go on.

Our kisses blended, one into another until she dropped her head and said my name in a lusty whisper, “Sissee, you mean so much to me. I just want to consume you.”

I looked over at the hammock and she followed my eyes.

We got up from our chairs and walked to the hammock, hand in hand, not being able to disconnect. Standing next to it, Bette stopped me and we kissed again. She traced the contours of my body at my sides with her hands, down past my hips and then broke the kiss to bend down to my knees and pull up the hem of my dress, lifting it high above my head and tossing it to the grass at our feet. I, in turn, took her top off and let it fall.

We kissed again as we undid each other’s bras, then gently removed the straps from our shoulders. I brushed my lips against Bette’s shoulder as she let her bra slide down her arms to the ground and I let loose of mine.

She cupped one of my breasts in her hand and kissed my nipple, fluttering her tongue softly against the erection, then sucked it briefly.