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    What If Tina Was the Cheater? (Part 1 of 2)

     

    The water is cold, but I don’t get out. Maybe it’s the guilt and shame of what I’ve done, or maybe it’s just how lazy I become at this time of night. It could very well be both.

    I breathe slowly at the thought of this woman – a woman I hardly even know. Her hands all over me, and her lips just dying to taste every inch of my body. God, she’s so captivated by me that it reminds me of Bette. Memories of when she strived to make time for us, and when she couldn’t wait to have me so we fucked on the floor. Not slow lovemaking, but animalistic fucking. I miss it all, but that feeling of absolute lust is heartbreaking when it’s gone. It’s also heartbreaking when you find that quality in another.

    Slowly and in the most soothing manner, the water in the tub laps over and around my relatively flat stomach and rises up to my full breasts. I like the way they float and look so perfectly buoyant. The imagery nearly distracts me from the dilemma at hand.

    With utter sadness, I sink in further and look along the inside of the bath to find a small imperfection. I can’t help but think back, as I always do, to the day Bette decided to join me in here, and proceeded to make slow, soft love to me – all the while demanding, of course, that the water remain under that very line. She could be so particular and just terribly naughty, but those are two things I’ve always loved about her. Unable to smile now, I just touch the little scratch. What have I done?

    "T."

    The chirpy greeting is lost on me, but I lift my eyes so as not to distress her. I’m such a coward I haven’t told her. I just can’t find it in myself to shatter everything we’ve built together. In a way, I know I already have.

    Just now realizing my legs were opened, I bring them together. Having her so close worries me – I can’t possibly have sex with her without having told her. That would bring this guilt to another level. Then again, I don’t know how many impromptu ‘headaches’ one can receive in a week.

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    Comments

    1. Fantastic! In my experience “I have to tell her, it isn’t fair on her”, really means “I have to tell her, for my own sake”. I’m not suggesting Tina doesn’t tell Bette, I just think that declarations of honesty nearly always happen to get if off your own chest, not because it isn’t fair on the other person. PPS!

    2. What a pleasure to see a post from you! I always enjoy it when you switch up the traditional B/T relationship. It will be interesting to see how it turns out. Thanks for posting.

    3. The writing is just lovely! I can’t envision Tina (or anyone on GOD’s green earth) stepping out on the one and only Bette Porter. So not a fan of the idea, but I’ll stick w/ it b-c the writing is just fabulous.

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