**B: So….**



Tina interupted.

T: Not meaning to be nosy, but how did you do your back today? You dont have to tell me if you dont want to.
B: Picking up a box of parts. If I knew it was that heavy I wouldn’t of picked it up. My backs always been weak though.

Bette smiled weakly, trying to reassure Tina that she wasn’t in much pain (truth be told, it was ***** painful)

T: Have you taken something for the pain?
B: Yeah a couple of painkillers, theyre working a little.
T: Can I have a look…At your back?
B: Uhhm ok….

Bette turned her back to Tina. Tina then slowly lifted up Bette’s tight top, trying not to make any sudden movements. Again Tina was breathless; she just couldn’t get over Bette’s gorgeous skin. So tanned and smooth. She looked down Bette’s back to see a small bruise, but nothing to major. Tina exhaled a big breath, which she blew on Bette’s back, causing Bette to gasp.

T: Lie down.
B: What, why?
T: just do as your told.

Tina got off the couch, so Bette could lay down.

T: Where’s your medicine cabinet?
B: In the kitchen, above the fridge.

Tina wondered off into the kitchen, she found the medicine box and found a wheat bag and some baby oil. She put the massive beanbag in the microwave for a minute. Tina stood there looking out the kitchen window at all the LA lights. How the city looked so pretty at night.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

She grabbed the bag and went back to her sore patient. She put the warm bag and the lotion on the coffee table.

T: Uhm…you’ll have to take off your shirt…. And bra. (Tina blushed.)
B:Okay then.
T: Do you want me to go into another room and you can call out when youre comfortable?
B: Nope, it’s okay…You wont see anything anyway.

Bette cautiously got off the couch, stripping herself of her shirt, then cleverly putting her shirt over the font of her body and undoing the clasp at the back of the bra, letting it slide off her bronzed arms and onto the carpet below. She then positioned herself on her stomach on the couch. She sighed, as she finally felt comfortable and relaxed.

T: Is it okay if I sit on your thighs?
A mumble “mmmhhhmmm” was the reply.

Tina carefully positioned herself on Bette’s legs. She leaned over and grabbed the lotion and the beanbag. Placing the warm beanbag on her lower back, then squeezing some lotion on her hand, she rubbed her hands together to make the lotion a little warm, then proceeded to massage Bette’s shoulders.

A positive “aaaauuuugggg” passed Bette’s lips and out into the quiet room.

Tina cautiously and slowly massaged from Bette’s shoulders and down her smooth oily body. Using her thumbs lightly on all Bette’s pressure points. Finally finishing, by making lovely big circles on Bette’s back. Without knowing Tina planted a small kiss on Bette’s back, making Bette gasp. Tina was so embarrassed.

T: I’m so sorry; its just a trait of mine. When I used to finish massaging my EX boyfriends back I used to kiss it.
B: Uhm ok then.

Tina got off Bette’s legs and looked at the clock on Bette’s VCR, seeing that it was late Tina thought it was best for her to leave.

T: I think I should get going.
B: Ok then…thank you for the lovely massage, I feel better already.
T: Thats fine…Just rest your back. I’ll catch you later…You still owe me a coffee.

Bette got of the couch still grasping her shirt in front of her partially naked body. She quickly turned around and put it back on. She flashed Tina a 1000 wot smile.

B: Thanks for coming around.
T: Thanks for having me

Bette walked Tina to the door. She opened it politely, letting the warm summer breeze blow through her chocolate brown locks. Again she smiled at Tina. Tina looked at her shoes, then back to Bette smiling also.

B: How about Wednesday?
T: What about it?
B: What are you doing on this Wednesday?
T: I have lectures from 8 to 2:30, then I have to work from 3:00 to 5:00, but after that I’m free as a bird.
B: Have dinner with me
T: Uhm ok…where?
B: Here…I’ll cook for you…I may not be the worlds best cook, but I can cook to save my life.
(Tina giggled)
T: Sounds great. What time?
B: How’s 7 for you?
T: Great. 7 is wonderful.

Bette continued to stare into Tina’s eyes, letting some of her fingers glide down Tina’s bare arm.

B: I’ll see you then
T: All right. I’ll see you then.

Tina stepped out the door and walked to her car. Feeling like she was floating on cloud nine. ‘This is the best day of my life!” Tina exclaimed to an empty street.