“Were you watching me sleep?”

Tina’s eyes twinkled. Bette turned to face her.

“Yes.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“Not long.”

Tina waited.

“A few minutes…I guess.”

“Do you like what you see?”

Bette looked into Tina’s hazel eyes.

Bette cleared her throat.

“You’re beautiful.”

Tina couldn’t help but smile.

“Thank you. So are you.”

Tina finally noticed what Bette was wearing. Her favorite swimsuit. Tina knew this had been a lot for Bette and she knew Bette needed to get into the pool to think things over. Tina allowed her eyes to slowly rake over Bette’s body. She started with her eyes, down to her lips, her long neck, her strong shoulders, her perfect breasts, her taut stomach, her beautiful mound, her toned legs, all the way down to her manicured toes. Then back up again. This time Tina’s gaze lingered on the bikini bottom that was covering her tasty pussy. Tina looked back up into Bette’s eyes.

Bette shifted from one foot to the other. She felt herself getting wet. Tina cleared her throat bringing them both back to the present.

“Going swimming?”

Bette looked down at her white swimsuit. Suddenly feeling self conscious and understanding why Tina had just looked at her that way.

“Ummm..yeah. Yeah. I need to.”

Bette inadvertently ran her hand down her throat. Tina thought about torturing Bette a little longer but remembered Bette had to be the one to initiate…well, anything.

“Okay. Have a good dip.”

“Thank you.”

Bette didn’t move. Tina smiled and blinked at her because she didn’t know how to wink.

“Bette…”

“Yeah?”

“I have to pee.”

Bette cocked her head to the side. Then she realized she was still standing extremely close to the bed and Tina was still topless. Bette stared at her bare back for two more heartbeats.

“Bette?”

“Oh. Fuh. Sorry. Sorry.”

Bette scurried out of the room. Tina giggled. She hopped out of bed and stretched. She reached her arms up to the sky and stood on her tippy toes. Tina smiled at the thought of Bette walking in on her at this very moment. She looked towards the door.

No such luck.

It hadn’t even been a full 24 hours since she moved back into their home ( their home ) and it was already proving to be difficult to be around Bette and not touch her or kiss her or taste her or make love to her. Tina wanted to pull Bette down on top of her when she opened her eyes and saw Bette looking at her. She wanted to roll over and expose her breasts. Bette could never resist Tina’s breasts. She wanted to watch Bette knead and massage her breast and roll her thumb over the nipple. She wanted Bette to put as much of her breast in her mouth as she could and she wanted Bette to suck it and flick her tongue over her nipple. She wanted Bette to use her tongue to do all sorts of things. To make her scream. To make her squirm. To make her cum over and over and over and over again.