Bette had been constantly stroking Tina on her arms, shoulders, or hair while they’d relaxed with their friends. She’d also kissed the blonde’s hand from time to time, and had alternated kisses with licks, as if signaling to the blonde that she’d picked up Tina’s unconscious signals of wanting a prolonged 2^nd act to what they’d started earlier that evening.

By the time they’d finally returned to their room, they’d both been fully aroused. Almost as soon as the door had shut behind Bette, bodies crashed against the other, hands ripping each other’s clothes off, mouths hungrily kissing, tongues dueling.

Once they’d fallen on the bed, though, and they’d simultaneously regained some control over themselves, they’d slowed down a little, taking turns to lie on top of the other, but keeping their hungry lips locked together, moving sensuously against each other. As their kisses had mellowed, they’d heard a few muffled cries seemingly float through the walls between theirs and Jules and Diane’s room. They’d exchanged knowing smiles: Jules and Diane had begged off earlier than the rest, with Jules complaining about a headache and tiredness from the long day.

”What in the world is going on there?” Bette had finally asked, twenty minutes later, after it sounded like the muffled sounds from their friends’ room would keep going all night long. She’d paused from her slow licks around the blonde’s nipple while lying contentedly underneath Tina, who’d managed to roll on top of her following the last long and heated kiss. ”Nothing that won’t be happening here soon, baby,” Tina had whispered hoarsely and then had nuzzled into the soft waves of her wife’s hair, inhaling deeply. ”Finish me, baby. Please. I’m sooo close … something about you tonight that’s been driving me crazy!”

Tina gasped when Bette ran a finger by her soaking entrance in response, and then moaned as Bette slowly sat up, making Tina sit up along with her. Tina wrapped her legs around Bette’s middle, rubbing her wetness on the brunette as her wife resumed raking that magical tongue all over her aching breasts, and then suckled on the nubs. “Could NOT WAIT to get you back in bed, honey,” the blonde had moaned again while clutching Bette’s face closer to her breasts, eyes shut, body arched backward.