The Meaning of Christmas

Christmas Day part 2

Tina slowing opened her eyes to see Bette staring back at her.

"Merry Christmas." Bette said with a beaming smile that was only Bette's.

"Good morning baby and Merry Christmas to you too." Tina said as she scooted towards Bette who had rolled on her back and lifted her arm. Tina wiggled in finding just the right spot and then sighed. "Have you heard Angie yet?" Tina said lazily as she moved her arm across Bette's taunt mocha stomach. Even over 50, Bette was in great shape and she could easily be mistaken for much younger.

"No, not yet," Bette said turning her head to get a look at the clock on the end table. "Thank God she doesn't get up at dawn anymore and come jumping into our bed," Bette gave a reminiscent chuckle.

"Right! I mean I miss the magic and wonder of Angie's young perspective during the Holidays, but those days were brutal to us both."

Bette laughed, "Yeah, I remember a few times both of us scrambling to get our clothes on before the door swung open and falling asleep in front of the TV early because we never got a wink of sleep the night before." Bette smiled again. Those were good memories, but I can't imagine doing that now." Bette paused, "We are just getting too old my love."

As Bette talked, Tina became more and more aroused. Not only by the beautiful woman that laid beside her, but also by the memories that Bette evoked as she casually spoke of Christmas' past. Tina was grateful that they managed to find each other again and still be able to touch each other's souls. They were different yes, but also the same in so many ways. She thought this as she shifted ever so slightly allowing her to lay her hand on the inside of Bette's thigh. Bette looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Tina shifts her gaze to reach Bette's eyes and smiled. Bette kissed the top of Tina's head as she ran her hand down Tina's back causing her to wiggle and moan and this is how it began on this Christmas morning.

Tina smiled into Bette's shoulder knowing where this was going to lead. With that in mind, she began to softly move her fingers up and down Bette's taunt midsection, along her rib cage, slightly brushing up against her right breast. Bette's nipples contracted and hardened into a perfect dark nub, which Tina took between her fingers and rolled it like a pebble. Bette whimpered and arched her back as Tina pulled her breast. Tina then shifts again and ground her leg in between Bette's legs. Tina felt her own nipples contract in response and soon after her center contracted resulting in a sudden surge of wetness moving down her thigh.

They were both fully awake now and arousal was evident between them both. Tina rolled onto Bette straddling her. Her golden locks hung over her face and brushed across Bette as she began to kiss the folds along Bette's neck. They were older, but they were still hot for each other and the reawakened craving drove their hunger for each other. No one could have told them that this level of desire was possible at the half century mark. Tina's hand moved from Bette's breast to languidly pry open her legs. She then gazed deeply into Bette's eyes and they had a brief loving conversation without saying a word. Tina smiled as she leaned in and gave Bette a slow kiss. She gently push her tongue asking for entrance and with that intensifying the passion that was already building between them. As they continued to kiss, Tina dipped her fingers between her engorged wet center and slowly stroked up and down with a feather touch on the wondrous canvas of her beautiful mocha lover. Bette's hips began to rise with each brushstroke and Tina could tell Bette was beginning to ache for her fingers to do more.

"T..Teee, pl.. pl.. please," Bette said with difficulty as she reached for Tina's hand. Her eyes were tight as the arousal began to build.

Tina smiled to herself as she slipped two fingers insider the wetness and reached to press the soft pad that caused Bette's eyes to flutter open. Bette looked at Tina with pure wanting that could only be brought on by the beautiful blonde before her. Tina knew exactly what she wanted and she slowly slid in another finger. Tina shifted and was now on her knees. She reached up with her other hand to knead Bette's nipple. Tina's own need was beginning to rise as her center began to throb responding to Bette's every move. Tina could now feel her own wetness on the inside of her thigh. She turned her hand allowing her thumb to find that special spot and she pressed the flesh until Bette shuddered.