Bette sauntered off towards the bedroom, stripping her shirt and socks on the way. Meanwhile Tina grabbed the plate of pancakes and the maple syrup and plonked herself on a kitchen chair, ready to start the day the best way she knew how…PANCAKES…. her stomach grumbled. Tina grabbed her knife and fork and was about to dive in, when something caught her eye. Looking towards her bedroom she could see one of Bette’s socks and then the other and then her wife beater shirt. A smirk appeared on Tina’s face as she quietly got up from her chair, grabbing the pancakes as she did so, placing them in the microwave, in hopes that they would stay warm.

She tiptoed towards the bedroom… Following the trail of clothes that led to the bathroom. After Bettes shirt, came her bra.  Walking into her room Tina spotted Bette’s jeans and leather belt. And then a v-string that hung on the ***** of the bathroom door. Hearing the pouring water from the bathroom, Tina started to walk towards the door that was open a-jar. Now Tina was intrigued more out of arousal, then curiosity. Opening the door just enough to stick her head through, Tina could see the misty appearance of Bette’s body. Tina shuddered out of delight. ‘I knew why I got the misty glass and not the green glass.’ her mind exclaimed as she watched Bette glide her fingers through her hair, then down her shoulders to her breast’s, where she twisted her nipples a little. Her hands swiftly moved down lower. Down to her patch of curls, to which Bette massaged them lightly.

Meanwhile Tina was watching this erotic show, she could hardly breath, the things that Bette was doing to herself, and Tina wanted to do to her.

Tina wanted to touch Bette sweet soft skin. To let her fingers run down the sides of her body and rest on her hips.  She wanted to kiss those soft lips; so hard and so passionately that Bette didnt know what hit her. And finally what Tina wanted most of all was to taste Bette. To feel her partner slide along her tongue and swallow her essence, then move back up Bettes body, finally reaching her lips, kissing her gently, letting Bette taste herself.