Missing You

An exhausted Bette set her briefcase down near her feet as she settled into her first class seat on the hastily arranged flight. She rifled through her briefcase, looking for her notes on her last meeting, trying to ignore the chaos that seemed to be working its way to her row.

“You could have waited,” Phyllis said obviously annoyed.

“Sorry,” Bette smiled weakly. “I was thinking about the budget and didn’t realize you weren’t behind me.”

The flight attendant covering first class quickly made her way to the two new passengers inquiring if they were interested in drinks. Without hesitation, Phyllis ordered 2 glasses of wine.

“I’m not sure why we had to take the first flight out,” Phyllis continued to blather as Bette jotted down some additional thoughts at the bottom of her notes from the meeting. “We should have gone out and celebrated with a night out on the town.”

“You could have, I simply wanted to get home.”

“We had 2 more days scheduled for the trip.”

“We didn’t need them,” Bette said calmly. “We got what we came for.”

The flight attendant handed a glass of wine to both Phyllis and Bette, quickly working her way down the aisle to ensure the first class passengers were being tended to.

“To securing the largest grant in the history of private education,” Phyllis raised her glass to Bette. “How does it feel to be a miracle worker?”

“Hardly,” Bette tapped her glass against Phyllis’s before taking a sip of the mediocre wine. “I’m sure you could have done it without me.”

“Don’t kid yourself. It was the ‘Great Bette Porter’ that wooed the pretentious New York artistic community.”

Bette sipped her wine once more as she listened to the announcement instructing the flight crew to prepare for takeoff. The routine seatbelt demonstration began as Bette finished her wine and leaned back with her eyes closed thinking of Tina. She was excited to surprise her coming home days earlier, missing her so much that it physically hurt.

Tina groaned as she heard Angelica begin to stir in the early morning. She glanced at the clock only to confirm what she instinctively knew; it was too early for her to be awake given her previous night accompanying Alice and Shane to Milk.

“I’m too old to stay out all night.”

Tina stretched and turned over staring at the empty spot next to her in bed. She rubbed the pillow lightly before jumping when Angelica called out for her, indicating she was ready to begin her day.

The morning seemed to pass by in the blink of an eye, between making breakfast, playing with Angelica while handling a conference call for a script review, and picking up the house. Tina hadn’t even had a moment to even look at a clock. It wasn’t until the house phone rang that she noticed it was nearing lunchtime.

“Hello?”

“Glad to know you’re alive,” Alice said with a smirk. “God that was fun last night.”

“I’m too old for that anymore.”

“Bullshit,” Alice barked back. “Besides Kit told me that she was excited to have as much time with Princess Angelica as she had because we dragged your sorry ass off the couch.”

“It wasn’t sorry until I consumed way too much alcohol.”

“Are we meeting for lunch?” Alice asked deciding she was likely pushing her luck but needed to ask anyway. “You can’t hide out the entire time Bette is in New York.”

“I need an afternoon to myself,” Tina said as she stifled a yawn. “I have work that needs to get done too.”

As Tina discussed the gossip from the previous night with Alice, she multi-tasked by serving Angelica lunch. She shoveled spoon after spoon of macaroni and cheese into Angelica’s waiting mouth as she laughed at Alice recounting the previous night’s run-in with Nadia Merchant.

“She should have really stayed with Jackie instead of Gabby,” Alice continued. “It ruined her reputation! Not to mention the fact that she’s about a decade behind in clothing styles.”

“As engrossed as I am in this conversation, your Earth Daughter is desperate for her nap since she just finished her lunch. I’ll call you when I’m done working for the afternoon.”

After ending the conversation with Alice and getting Angelica settled for her nap, Tina found herself immersed in silence. She made her way to the kitchen to clean up the evidence of a messy lunch when she noticed she hadn’t even dressed for the day. Her light blue fuzzy-wuzzy slippers caught her eye as she began to laugh. Tina quickly cleaned the kitchen and made her way back to her bedroom, her mind drifting to random thoughts of Bette.

She made her way to the closet across the room staring at the options of outfits she had to choose from when an item of interest caught the corner of her eye. She moved her head to stare at the item, head on, an internal debate already in progress in her head.

“I shouldn’t,” Tina mumbled as her hand reached into the closet for the item.

She pulled Bette’s Levis out of the closet as her fingers caressed the worn denim, the familiar feeling bringing a smile to her face. She unfolded them, holding them up in the air so they were eyelevel, as her eyes took in every detail. The slightly lighter color of the thighs, the fray at the bottom of the pant legs, every detail making the jeans not only Bette’s favorite pair, but Tina’s as well.

“God I miss seeing her in these,” Tina mumbled as she turned them around.

The back of the jeans were even more personal given the hole just above the right pocket. The Levis label was worn just as much as the belt loops were. A vision of Bette hooking her fingers through the loops to seductively pull her jeans down flashed in Tina’s mind causing her to moan.

“I have to,” Tina said decidedly.

Tina quickly grabbed a t-shirt that was randomly shoved in an empty spot in the closet to complete her outfit for the day. She took the clothing items to the bed and quickly stripped out of her pajamas letting them fall to the ground. She slipped the t-shirt over her head, not bothering with a bra since she hadn’t planned on leaving the house for the remainder of the day.

Tina held the jeans up to her nose, as the faint smell of Bette’s perfume attacked her senses.

“Oh Babe,” Tina smiled as she held the jeans low to step into them. “I have to wear these, but you’ll never know.”

Tina stuck her thumbs into random belt loops on either side and began to pull the pants up. She wiggled her hips as she pulled the jeans higher, past her calves higher to mid-thigh, before she pulled and the jeans remained still. She pulled them harder, desperate to fit into Bette’s favorite jeans.

“Come on,” Tina grunted as she worked the pants up higher to her hips.

Tina held the jeans where they were as she jumped up and down a few times to make progress toward fitting into the comfortable Levis.

“How can she be this thin?” Tina said with another grunt.

Quickly realizing that she was no longer making progress, she lay down on the bed facing the ceiling and began to wiggle her body while she pulled hard to get the jeans over her hips and buttoned.

The more Tina worked, the higher the jeans moved on her body. She smiled, finally getting the jeans in place, but needing to button them. She stretched the material to fasten the first button. The second button on Bette’s button fly jeans was also easy to fasten. However, the third button wasn’t so easily conquered.

Tina took a deep breath, holding it in, as she sucked in her tummy to button the remainder of the buttons on the jeans. She worked until the jeans were finally fastened and accommodating her body.

She got up off the bed and squatted, the worn denim in the thigh area stretching to conform to Tina’s body. As she stood, she realized that a few inches of the jeans bunched on the floor covering her feet. She snickered as she walked out of the bedroom, down the hallway, toward the family room to finish her work before Angelica woke from her nap.

As Tina walked, the snugness of the jeans was immediately noticed as the seam between the legs began to rub against Tina with every step she took.

“God,” Tina whispered as she entered the family room and bent down to pick up some stray toys left by Angelica.

Once the toys were piled in the corner of the room, Tina made her way to the stereo and turned on soft music before sitting on the couch. She picked up the script from her conference call earlier and began to read the words on the page. She barely finished the first page before she felt fatigue begin to take over.

“This script is shit,” Tina exclaimed as she stood up to keep herself awake.

She grabbed her pen from the table and began to walk around the room as she read each line of the script, writing notes for improvement next to the text. As she walked, she once again became aware of the jeans that were rubbing with each movement. The faint smell of Bette’s perfume drifted up to her nose once more.

“God it’s like she’s touching me,” Tina said as she wiggled her hips back and forth.

The jeans began to make Tina sensitive, her body beginning to react despite her struggle to ignore the throbbing between her legs. She stopped pacing and sat down, placing the script on the table in front of her, before placing her palms on her thighs to feel the worn denim.

She ran her hands up and down on her thighs to admire the feeling of Bette’s Levis on her own body. She had performed the same act she was now countless times before, but when Bette was wearing the jeans.

Tina leaned back, her eyes rolling back into her head, as she bit her bottom lip to control her reaction. She stayed like that momentarily before reaching for her cell phone and hitting the memory button that stored Bette’s cell phone number.

The phone rang several times before Bette’s voice registered in Tina’s mind asking her to leave a message after the beep. Tina sighed and simply hung up, not wanting to talk to Bette’s voicemail given her current state of arousal.

Tina ran her fingers through her hair as she contemplated whether she should change out of Bette’s jeans given the reaction her body was having. Each time Tina moved, the seam rubbed against Tina’s center, making her need Bette even more. Tina got up, determined to change out of the arousing jeans, and walked to the bedroom feeling as if she was going to crawl out of her skin from need. She placed her hands on the bed, leaning forward, allowing her head to hang down while she concentrated on controlling her arousal.

Bette opened the door to the house slowly, smiling that Tina appeared to be working from home, but wasn’t in the front of the house where Bette expected her to be. She set her briefcase and luggage down near the door quietly, smiling as the soft sounds of Fleetwood Mac filled the room.

“That is so Tina,” Bette mumbled as she smiled.

She took off her long, black leather coat that had been needed in New York, but clearly too hot for the sunny California weather. She draped it over her briefcase and luggage while her eyes scanned the room for clues of Tina’s location.

She walked further into the house looking in each room that she passed to ensure Tina wasn’t in one of them. The last room down the hallway was the master bedroom, the thought alone bringing a smile to Bette’s face.

Bette stepped to the entranceway and leaned against the door, taking in the sight before her. She folded her arms across her chest and allowed her eyes to scan Tina’s body slowly. Tina had her back to the doorway and seemed to be struggling with something as she lifted her hands from the bed, stood up straight, and ran her fingers through her hair.

Bette watched as the material of Tina’s t-shirt stretched with each movement of her hands. Bette allowed her eyes to travel lower, arching her eyebrows in shock, as she looked at Tina’s backside.

The worn denim, the hole above the right pocket, the faded label, confirmed what Bette already knew, Tina was wearing her favorite pair of jeans. She scanned down to the backs of Tina’s legs, stifling a laugh at seeing the frayed legs dragging on the ground. Tina unbuttoned the jeans and began to wiggle her hips to work the jeans over her hips.

“Oh,” Tina moaned causing Bette’s eyes to widen in surprise once more.

The scent of Bette’s perfume began to swirl around Tina’s head, seemingly becoming stronger as Tina worked to remove Bette’s Levis. Bette stood leaning against the door jam, unable to will her feet to move toward Tina. Tina pushed down on the denim as she jumped a few times to push the material further down her body.

“Ugh,” Tina groaned in frustration.

“Need help?” Bette arched her brow seductively as her sexy smile formed quickly.

“Jesus!” Tina turned around quickly with her hand over her racing heart. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

“No more so than you’re trying to give me one with the sight of you in,” Bette paused for effect. “The best pair of Levis you’ll ever lay eyes on.”

Tina smiled as a blush crept up from her neck, to her cheeks, and then her ears knowing she had been caught wearing Bette’s favorite piece of clothing.

“About that….”

“Yes?” Bette challenged as she walked closer to Tina in a slow and seductive manner.

Bette stood so close to Tina she could feel Bette’s breath on her skin. Bette bent over slightly and hooked her thumbs in the belt loops. She pulled Tina’s hips closer to her own and whispered close to Tina’s ear.

“Did you like wearing them?”

“I, ugh,” Tina struggled to keep her eyes open as the tip of Bette’s tongue ran along the outside of her ear. “I like them better on you, although both got me to the same point.”

“What point is that?”

“Completely on edge,” Tina admitted in a husky voice.

Her hands rested on Bette’s hips as she ground her own into Bette to illustrate her point.

“God I missed you,” Tina said as she began to kiss Bette’s neck. “I don’t even care why you’re home early. I just need to be with you right now.”

Bette wasted no time in grasping the bottom of Tina’s t-shirt and lifting it over her head. She threw it to the ground desperate to have contact with Tina’s bare skin. She watched with glassy eyes as Tina’s full breasts rose and fell with her rapid breathing. Tina’s nipples seemed to harden further under Bette’s gaze, bordering on the fine line between pleasure and pain.

Tina ran her shaking hands from Bette’s hips to her forearms and upward, until her hands were grasping onto Bette’s shoulders to steady herself while Bette began the process of removing her favorite pair of Levis from Tina’s body. She laced one finger from each hand into the belt loops as she had countless times before. This time, however, it was to remove them from Tina, not herself. She pulled on one side, then the other, repeating the motion until the jeans slid past Tina’s hips and down her thighs. Bette slowly knelt before Tina, continuing to look into her eyes, as she worked the denim down the rest of Tina’s legs. Tina quickly kicked the jeans aside and watched as Bette slowly stood up, running her hands over Tina’s bare legs.

Bette took Tina’s hand in her own, her thumb massaging the back of Tina’s soft hand, as she urged her to climb into their bed. Tina laid down on her back, content to watch Bette, as she slowly climbed onto the bed beside her. Bette lowered her head to brush her lips against Tina’s gently, but quickly allowed her hunger to take over as she kissed Tina harder. She tilted her head to gain more access to Tina’s mouth, probing with the tip of her tongue to request access into Tina’s mouth.

Tina immediately granted what Bette sought as her tongue licked the roof of Bette’s mouth. The feel of Bette’s teeth on Tina’s tongue sent shivers down her spine. Tina’s hands massaged Bette’s back, as the kiss deepened, so did the pressure of her fingertips digging into Bette’s body.

Tina grew frustrated with the amount of clothing Bette still had on and began to work at systematically removing it in the least about of time. She yanked at Bette’s shirt, desperate to feel her breasts against her own. Bette pulled back and quickly shed her shirt and bra throwing it over the side of the bed.

Tina ran her thumbs across Bette’s hardened nipples slowly, applying the right amount of pressure to tease Bette’s body even more.

“Tina,” Bette said as she closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of being touched by her wife.

As Tina massaged her nipples harder, Bette’s body reacted quickly. Bette moved out of Tina’s reach in order to move down slightly to be eyelevel with her chest, making it impossible to continue her manipulations. Tina settled for running her hand through Bette’s hair, massaging her scalp lovingly, as she moved her other arm under her head, which rested on a pillow.

Bette bent down and gently touched her tongue to Tina’s rock hard nipple. She wet Tina’s nipple, then blew cold air over it watching it harden even more. She took Tina’s nipple between her lips and sucked lightly at first, but harder as Tina began to react. Tina threw her head back into the pillow as she pulled Bette’s head closer to her breast.

Bette’s hand began an assault on Tina’s other nipple as she continued to suck and gently bite on the one she had been teasing with her lips. She rolled Tina’s other nipple between her fingers and then cupped her entire breast with her hand, relishing in the feeling of Tina’s nipple pressing against the palm of her hand.

“Bette,” Tina moaned as she spread her legs wider inviting Bette to settle between them.

Bette smiled against Tina’s breast, allowing a soft chuckle to escape her lips, as she watched Tina raise her hips in response to Bette’s mouth on her breast. A slight sheen of perspiration began to glisten on Tina’s body. One droplet began to travel a path between Tina’s breasts. Bette focused on the droplet as it moved past Tina’s breasts and down to her stomach. Bette allowed her tongue to travel the same bath, enjoying the gasps coming from Tina’s parted lips.

“You taste so good,” Bette said softly.

Once the droplet of perspiration settled in Tina’s bellybutton, Bette dipped her tongue inside, twirling it around as Tina’s abdominal muscles flinched in response.

“Fuck Bette,” Tina begged.

Tina spread her legs even further apart, the unique scent of her arousal making it to Bette’s nose. Bette quickly rose to kneel on the bed between Tina’s legs as she unbuttoned her dress pants and worked them off her body. She left her pants, accompanied by her underwear, on the bed in a pile.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tina said breathless. “Do you have any idea how much I want you?”

“I think I have a small clue,” Bette smiled as she watched Tina’s arousal seep out of her swollen lips, down her slit, and onto the bed beneath them. Bette’s mouth began to water in anticipation, causing her to instinctively lick her lips in response.

The pounding between Tina’s legs was now approaching painful. She lifted her hips up toward Bette, hoping for any contact Bette would grant her.

“Fuck Baby,” Tina pleaded. “I need you.”

Bette settled, once more, between Tina’s outstretched thighs. However, this time, she was eyelevel with Tina’s throbbing center. Bette knew Tina was close even without getting the contact she craved. The hair around her swollen lips was wet with Tina’s arousal. Based on the sight before her, she knew enough to anticipate the state Tina’s clit was in. Curious to confirm her suspicions, Bette parted Tina’s swollen lips and focused on Tina’s hard clit.

“Bette please,” Tina begged in a voice Bette hadn’t heard in some time.

Bette blew a stream of cold air at Tina’s rock hard clit. She smiled as Tina’s hips bucked in response.

“Bette,” Tina growled not wanting to prolong the encounter any further.

Tina’s frustration rang in Bette’s mind. She knew she was no longer in a mood to be teased. Bette bent her head down, licking Tina’s opening to taste all she had to offer.

“Oh,” Tina gasped as she began to move her hips up and down desperate to feel Bette’s tongue on her swollen clit.

When Bette slowly dipped her tongue inside of Tina, she cried out as her eyes rolled back in her head. She moved her hips quickly to try to capture more of Bette’s tongue inside her, but Bette withdrew her tongue quickly placing it on Tina’s clit.

“Fuck!” Tina screamed.

Tina’s reaction prompted Bette to wrap her lips securely around Tina’s clit and suck hard. Tina’s hips moved with purpose, bucking into Bette’s face hard. The more Tina reacted, the harder Bette sucked until Tina’s body began to shake.

Bette captured the hardened nub between her teeth with enough pressure to send Tina directly into her orgasm. Tina grabbed at Bette’s hair, yanking on it hard as her body rode her explosive orgasm.

“Oh God Bette,” Tina screamed. “Oh my God, oh my God, I’m coming Baby!”

Bette grabbed Tina’s hips to hold her still as she continued her manipulation of Tina’s clit. She felt the pounding pulse in Tina’s clit as she flattened her tongue against Tina. Once Tina’s hips began to slow, Bette released her hold on Tina’s hips and tickled her thighs with her soft fingertips.

Bette rested her head against one of Tina’s spread thighs and looked up at her spent wife. Tina’s breathing was returning to normal, her head resting on the pillow with tendrils of her hair soaked with sweat and clinging to her forehead. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Tina gathered enough strength to lift her head and look into Bette’s eyes.

Bette offered her a sexy smile before she moved her head to the side to gently kiss Tina’s thigh. Tina ran her hand down her body and began playing with Bette’s curly hair.

“If that’s the punishment for stealing your jeans I would have done it a long time ago,” Tina chuckled as she witnessed Bette’s smile grace her face and reflect in Bette’s soulful eyes.

“Feel free to steal them anytime,” Bette smiled. “Just as long as I’m here to be able to render your punishment.”