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The morning crowd had thinned out when Bette arrived at The Planet to meet Tina and Angie.
She smoothed the bottom edges of her curls and shook a few pieces from her face before her big brown eyes darted towards her target.
The inadvertent uptick of the corner of her mouth was evident as she moved to the back of the restaurant. The innocent enough invitation sending her to the cafe, the undeniable attraction gliding her at magnetic speed to the table.
It didn’t take long for Bette to find an excuse to ditch Jodi that morning. The minute Tina had called a charge had jumped through the line, juice running in her veins to a constant ache between her legs. Just hearing Tina’s voice on the phone had Bette twirling her hair and curling the hem of her shirt, coyly flirting with her ex right in front of her girlfriend. But Bette couldn’t help herself. She was wrapped tightly around Tina’s finger, weak between her sweet lips, willed by those beautiful breasts.
Since their affair had started every interaction between them became more intense, every word dripping with innuendo, every look laced with sex.
“Hi,” Tina said, the word elongated like a woven thread with her hazel eyes sewing lust over the brunette’s body.
Bette batted her eyelashes, stumbling out a simple “hello” with her chin cast down to her rolling heel.
“Ma…ma…B!”
“Hey my lil boo. Are you having waffles?”
Bette kissed the top of Angie’s head and pulled a chair next to her, feeling the weight of Tina’s gaze tugging at her skirt.
“Hey baby sis, where’s Jodi?” Kit interrupted the mental undressing with two fresh cups of coffee.
Bette turned to answer, avoiding the quivering chin dimples of Tina’s involuntary cringe at her girlfriend’s name. “She had work to do,” Bette tried to casually say, hoping the scratch in her throat didn’t voice her indiscretions to her sister.
Tina quickly changed the subject. “Do you want to ask Auntie Kit for some whipped cream?”
Bette silently sighed with her daughter’s eager nod. It was easy to divert others’ attention by putting focus on little Angie. Anything to deter suspicious minds from their salacious stares.
“Of course! Anything for my favorite girl. Be right back.”
Bette and Tina sat in a charged silence, sexual tension sticky like the distinct breakfast aroma of the restaurant.
“You’re my favorite kind of girl.” Tina’s intention bored into Bette.
Bette blushed, the penetration of Tina’s throaty morning voice and wanton attention sending waves of desire rippling through the brunette’s chest, riddling her responses with girlish gestures.
She jumped when Kit returned with whipped cream and a bowl cherries for Angie.
“Mama B’ll help you.” Bette shook the bottle and dolloped a towering spiral of cream on the waffles.
Tina grinned watching her two girls share breakfast, her longing to be with Bette undeniably more than just the hitch of her breath when the brunette licked the splattered cream from her fingertips.
That one little moment convinced Tina she wanted Bette back, triggering her affection in making her her own again.
She leaned her elbow on the table, tilted her head into her palm and flirtatiously blinked at Bette who was tying a knot in a cherry stem with a twirl of her tongue.
Their little girl asked Tina to do the same.
“No baby girl, mama B took my cherry.” The statement was a simple truth but it was the lilt in Tina’s drawl that hinted at the double entendre.
Bette’s upper lips twitched while her lower lips flinched with the memory of their first time together. She cleared her throat, her lungs gasping for unadulterated air as Tina took a lob of whipped cream and seductively sucked it off her finger before licking her lips into a satisfied smirk.
“We’re glad you could join us.”
“I couldn’t stay away.” Bette’s eyes narrowed with the longing glaze of her lover’s gaze.
She shifted in her seat, Tina’s bare foot creeping up her calf muscle and behind her knee, resting on the edge of the chair right between where Bette’s legs crossed.
“Tina,” Bette squeaked to Angie’s amusement.
But the blonde continued her toe tour under the long skirt, sitting back on her hands to nonchalantly keep her balance on the bench.
“Yes, Bette?”
Bette had no words. The only thought in her head was occupied with taking Tina into the stall of the bathroom and fucking her against the back of the door. Her reply came in the shape of hooded lids.
What are you doing?
“What do you want to eat, Bette?”
With a quick shift in her seat the long bronze legs trapped Tina’s foot letting the blonde feel the warmth radiating from her core.
“Are you coming back to the house?” Bette puckered.
An excited yes was Angie’s reply.
“Well I guess that depends…” Tina teased.
“On?” Bette’s arched eyebrow pulled the tone of her voice from deep within her belly.
“If Miss Angie agrees to nap first, then swim.”
Angie stood up on her chair and hugged Bette’s neck. “Okay, mama.”
The two women shared a knowing glance, each angling their flirting faces as if they would lean across the table to kiss.
“Let’s go say bye to Auntie Kit, and wash your hands. Okay boo?” Bette let her fingers reach for Tina. The brush of their hands like a match to their loins.
Tina took a deep breath as they walked away, her lopsided grin following the sway of Bette’s hips into almost believing with her whole heart that she was getting her love back.
She cleaned up a bit of Angie’s mess and grabbed her purse. She did a double take at the remaining can of whipped cream, eliciting her earlier wisps of fantasy. She checked to see if anyone was looking before she slyly picked it up and dropped it in her bag.
“Lunch,” she mused.