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"Oh Henry! Oh yes baby...faster!!" Tina’s voice was getting louder. "Yes, oh yes, oh yes!!!"

Henry’s face was turning bright red in his quest to hold it in, yet keep up with his thrusting, not wanting to fall out again.

‘Oh no,’ he thought. ‘I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come, I’m gonna come!!’

"Tina!!! I’m gonna come!!" He gripped the sheets, his eyes wide as saucers.

Riding him like a mad woman, Tina looked down in horror. ‘Not yet!!!’ She thought. ‘I’m so clo......’

"TINA!!!!" Henry yelled as she felt him release inside of her.

Henry pumped as if his life depended on it, hoping Tina would come before he collapsed inside her.

"Come on Henry...more...yes...faster...oh God, I’m almost thrrrr..."

Henry went flaccid inside her.

"NO!!!!!" Tina screamed in frustration.

SLAM

"What was that?" Henry asked, raising his tired head up to listen.

"Oh shit!" Tina said, jumping up off the bed, hearing a little plop as Henry slid out of her one last time. "Bette’s home!!"

"BETTE!!!" Henry shrieked like a little girl. Jumping off the bed, he grabbed his shorts, and with pure panic on his face, dressed faster than he ever had before. There was no way he was going to let Bette...Bette...Bette...the lesbian goddess catch him vulnerable like this in her own bedroom.

Henry stopped his frantic movements for a moment as he looked at the nearest picture of Bette. ‘Okay, maybe the choice of bedrooms was a bad one.’ Fear took over as he thought about the brunette bursting into the room with him still in a state of undress.

Tina on the other hand, had casually walked over to the closet and removed a robe, tying it at the waist. She figured she didn’t care if Bette knew what they had been doing in here. She figured she made the decision that she didn’t care the moment she chose this room rather than her own room. Yet, she couldn’t get the image out of her head that would have brought her to orgasm if Henry had been able to continue...that of Bette’s face buried deep inside her.

Seeing Shane sitting on the porch next door, Bette stopped to say hi and to catch up with her friend before going into the house. Now, she was walking up the driveway, and looked up. What she saw made her blood boil, and she stormed into the house through the back door.

Tina and Henry had safely made it out of the bedroom and were standing in the kitchen hugging each other.

"I’m sorry Tina. I wanted to last longer, but you just felt so good, I..."

"Shhh," Tina put her finger over his lips, wanting to make sure his ego wasn’t bruised. "It’s okay. It was our first time. We’ll get better at it, don’t worry."

Smiling, Henry leaned down and kissed Tina, not knowing they had an audience in the driveway.

SLAM

The couple jumped apart at the loud noise and looked up to see Bette standing there with her arms folded across her chess, and steam literally pouring from her ears.

"What are you doing in here?"

"Bette," Tina started.

"No Tina, I want to know just what the fuck you are doing in here?" She looked at Henry.

"You do realize that this is MY home that you are standing in? My kitchen?"

"I...uh..." Henry didn’t know how to respond.

"Let me ask you a question Henry. If I were a man would you be standing here? Hmmm? If I were six feet tall, with a penis between my legs, would you be standing in my kitchen doing what you are doing? Answer me honestly!"

Henry looked at the gorgeous brunette and imagined her as a man, and knew that the point she was trying to make was right on target. If she were a man there is no way he would have done what he had done today, in her home...




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