Previously

Tina broke the eye contact just to invite herself: “Would you give me a ride, Porter?”

“Anytime!” Bette was delighted. She reached to the bike and gave Tina a black helmet, similar to her own. 

Bette wore the helmet and sat on the bike. Tina had to hold her breath. The setting was perfect. The bike, the black helmet and Bette.

 Bette extended her hand inviting Tina. Tina wore the helmet with some difficulties and sat on the bike.

Immediately, she didn’t know what to do with her arms. Bette sensed her embarrassment. She turned her head to face Tina. Tina couldn’t see her eyes, the silver reflex from the shield of the helmet, blinded her, but she felt the sweet look Bette was giving her.

Her right arm came to take Tina’s right arm.Her left arm came to rescue Tina’s left arm from the loneliness. Bette sealed Tina’s arms around her body. A sweet embrace. An electric live wire.  Tina felt safe in this embrace as she clung her arms to Bette’s body.  Bette felt her pride and ego build as the woman she had adored more than life itself was now holding her tight.

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They drove to the beach. Their bodies connected. The bike slowly sliding.

Tina felt deep inside Bette’s presence. Her senses on alert. Her body, shameless, glued to Bette. She couldn’t control its responses. She allowed her nipples to dance at Bette’s back on which curve of the road. At the straight paths, she just embrace Bette tight and placed her pubic mound closer. She couldn’t help her arousing. When Bette stopped at a beach bar, Tina was nervous, distracted, wet and aching. “Do you want to drink something?”, Bette asked as soon as she took the helmet off. Tina agreed. She needed to drink something.

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The bar seemed small. Bette took Tina’s hand and led her. There were a few clients left. When Bette opened one door they arrived at this big open lounge at the beach. The shining stars above and the breeze surrounding them.

They found a table. Bette placed her helmet on the ground, as did Tina.

“Hey, Bette… It seems you have been stressing yourself too much,” chuckled the waiter. Bette was coming more frequently to the place.