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    It’s about time…Chapter 6

    Story written on September 19, 2005 by ayns.
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    Story Shortlink: https://assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=56669
    Author Notes:

    Bette and Tina before the downfall in Season 1

    Previously

    I felt so good to finally talk to her again. Really talk about what was bothering us. She settled my fears on so many things and I finally got to find out what she’s been feeling lately too. And her enthusiasm for me opening a gallery filled my heart with so much joy. Of course the thought had crossed my mind from time to time, especially when Franklin was prattling on about this or that, but I never thought it would become a reality. I can’t let her down though. If she does this for me, trusts me to do this, I have to make it succeed. I can’t disappoint her or our soon to be child. My eyelids begin to feel heavy finally and I snuggle a little deeper into our slightly damp cocoon. If she thinks I can do it, then I have to be able to. I just have to.



    Two Months Later

    Bette’s P.O.V.

     

    Tina’s walls are starting to clench around the three drenched fingers I have pumping into her. She’s gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles are starting to turn white. I close my eyes and inhale her aroma; I want to fill my senses with everything Tina. I lean over her body and drag my tongue along the soft skin of her neck. I can taste the few drops of sweat that have formed from our *****.  She grunts when I push her face down on the counter and drive a fourth finger into her willing flesh.

     

    I knew I had to have her the minute I laid eyes on her. I had walked in weary from another satisfying, but extremely long day at what is soon to be my new Gallery. I rounded the corner to our kitchen to find my wife bent over in the fridge, retrieving something from the bottom shelf. Her jeans stretched deliciously across her firm *****, just begging me to take her. Suddenly the weariness I was feeling vanished as my overwhelming desire took hold. It had been too long since we had made love and all I wanted in that moment was to pin her to the counter and have my way with her. And that’s exactly what I did.

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    2. I just fell into this story today and am loving it so far! Please continue soon. I like your approach of re-writing how S1 turned out, I just hope a certian carpenter stays out of the picture.

      Keep up the great work!

    4. ITS ABOUT TIME!!!!wow that was sooo hot may have to read it again lol looking forward to round 2 but right now i really fail to see how you could better thatmmmmm

    5. Thank you Lord!! Goog god.

      “shes gripping the edge of the counter so tight her knuckles are starting to turn white.” No ayns. thats me holding on at the computer trying desprately to not slide off my chair.

      “i catch myself at work staring off into space imaging sitting on tinas face …” thanks for the visual

      “honey, im home.” in more ways that one. hell yeah this was great.

      love how your writing this. but no need to mention carpenters, k.

    6. Tina’s walls are starting to clench around the three drenched fingers I have pumping into her.

      Well DAYUMMMMMMM!! Talk about an opening statement!! I haven’t made it to the 2nd sentence and I’m drooling already!

      She grunts when I push her face down on the counter and drive a fourth finger into her willing flesh.

      Ok, I’m sure our Tina could handle 4, I mean; she’s had dildos, vibrators, just a lil sumptin of everything up in there. 4 should be a snap! LMAO!!

      I catch myself at work staring off into space imaging sitting on Tina’s face, her tongue buried deep inside of me as I’m pulling at my own breasts begging for release.

      I wonder if that’s the same look I had imagining myself on Bette’s…..ahhhh nevermind

      I ground myself against her ass feeling the wetness coating my panties and seeping through to my pants.

      I can imagine the look on the cleaners face…..mmmm, what’s that smell?

      When her breathing had returned to normal I finally whispered in her ear.
      “Honey, I’m home.”

      YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!! Ayns, this was the SHIT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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