A freshly showered Tina entered the living room and sat on the couch. She picked up her book from the coffee table and lightly ran her hand through Bette’s hair as Bette read the Sunday New York Times where she sat comfortably on the floor with her back resting against the couch.

“Bette?”

“Hmmm.”

“Would you mind doing that thing?”

“What baby? What thing are you talking about?” Bette looked from the article she was reading in the Arts section.

“You know…” Tina raised one eyebrow.

“Oohh.” Bette folded the newspaper, stacked the sections and placed them neatly on the coffee table. Bette crawled over to Tina and looked at her lover in the eye. “You mean…”

“Yeah. That…please.” Tina quietly begged.

Bette kneeled before Tina and gently placed her hand on Tina’s right foot and slowly caressed the foot. She grabbed Tina’s ankle, lifted it and placed it on her left shoulder never once taking her eyes off the blonde. Tina sat memorized by what the brunette was doing and softly let out a moan.

“Baby, please…it’s starting to ache.” Tina whispered.

Bette ran her tongue from Tina’s foot to the back of her knee and back down. Bette’s hand continued the same path until it reached its final destination.

“Oh, baby…that feels so good.” Tina moaned and grabbed Bette’s head.

“You like it when I do that to you?”

“I love it when you do that to me….don’t stop…aahhhh…baby harder. I want it harder.” Tina sat back on the couch and closed her eyes tightly as a wave of pleasure traveled through the sensitive area. She loves it when Bette touches her and when Bette knows what area to touch without her directing her to it.

“You know it has to start out slowly…no rushing.”

“Oh. God. Babe. That feels so good. You have no idea how….how good that feels.” Tina purred. “I can have you do that to me forever.”

Betted looked up at Tina and watched Tina’s reactions to what she was doing to her.

“Baby…T…”

“Yeah, babe?”

“How does it feel now?”

“If feels much better now.” Tina opened her eyes and lovingly looked at Bette kneeling before her. “Thank you.”

“You know you really have to hydrate before you run.”

“I know. I just forgot to bring a bottle of water with me before I left the house this morning.”

“I don’t want you cramping up like that again. Promise me you’ll be more careful.” Bette massaged Tina’s calf muscle. She removed Tina’s right leg from her shoulder and placed it gently back on the floor.

Tina leaned forward and placed a kiss on Bette’s lips and caressed her cheek. “I promise. How about you letting me do that to you, but only higher? Angie won’t be home until later from her sleepover.”

Bette grabbed the back of Tina’s head and deepened the kiss. “It’ll be my pleasure.”

“No, baby…it’ll be my pleasure.”

So what started out as a simple massage of a cramped calf muscle lead to an activity that left both women wanting for more on a lazy Sunday morning.

 The End.