She stopped pacing and sat down, placing the script on the table in front of her, before placing her palms on her thighs to feel the worn denim.
She ran her hands up and down on her thighs to admire the feeling of Bette's Levis on her own body. She had performed the same act she was now countless times before, but when Bette was wearing the jeans.
Tina leaned back, her eyes rolling back into her head, as she bit her bottom lip to control her reaction. She stayed like that momentarily before reaching for her cell phone and hitting the memory button that stored Bette's cell phone number.
The phone rang several times before Bette's voice registered in Tina's mind asking her to leave a message after the beep. Tina sighed and simply hung up, not wanting to talk to Bette's voicemail given her current state of arousal.
Tina ran her fingers through her hair as she contemplated whether she should change out of Bette's jeans given the reaction her body was having. Each time Tina moved, the seam rubbed against Tina's center, making her need Bette even more. Tina got up, determined to change out of the arousing jeans, and walked to the bedroom feeling as if she was going to crawl out of her skin from need. She placed her hands on the bed, leaning forward, allowing her head to hang down while she concentrated on controlling her arousal.
Bette opened the door to the house slowly, smiling that Tina appeared to be working from home, but wasn't in the front of the house where Bette expected her to be. She set her briefcase and luggage down near the door quietly, smiling as the soft sounds of Fleetwood Mac filled the room.
"That is so Tina," Bette mumbled as she smiled.
She took off her long, black leather coat that had been needed in New York, but clearly too hot for the sunny California weather. She draped it over her briefcase and luggage while her eyes scanned the room for clues of Tina's location.
She walked further into the house looking in each room that she passed to ensure Tina wasn't in one of them. The last room down the hallway was the master bedroom, the thought alone bringing a smile to Bette's face.
Bette stepped to the entranceway and leaned against the door, taking in the sight before her. She folded her arms across her chest and allowed her eyes to scan Tina's body slowly. Tina had her back to the doorway and seemed to be struggling with something as she lifted her hands from the bed, stood up straight, and ran her fingers through her hair.
Bette watched as the material of Tina's t-shirt stretched with each movement of her hands. Bette allowed her eyes to travel lower, arching her eyebrows in shock, as she looked at Tina's backside.
The worn denim, the hole above the right pocket, the faded label, confirmed what Bette already knew, Tina was wearing her favorite pair of jeans. She scanned down to the backs of Tina's legs, stifling a laugh at seeing the frayed legs dragging on the ground. Tina unbuttoned the jeans and began to wiggle her hips to work the jeans over her hips.
"Oh," Tina moaned causing Bette's eyes to widen in surprise once more.
The scent of Bette's perfume began to swirl around Tina's head, seemingly becoming stronger as Tina worked to remove Bette's Levis. Bette stood leaning against the door jam, unable to will her feet to move toward Tina. Tina pushed down on the denim as she jumped a few times to push the material further down her body.
"Ugh," Tina groaned in frustration.
"Need help?" Bette arched her brow seductively as her sexy smile formed quickly.
"Jesus!" Tina turned around quickly with her hand over her racing heart. "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"
"No more so than you're trying to give me one with the sight of you in," Bette paused for effect. "The best pair of Levis you'll ever lay eyes on."
Tina smiled as a blush crept up from her neck, to her cheeks, and then her ears knowing she had been caught wearing Bette's favorite piece of clothing.
"About that...."
"Yes?" Bette challenged as she walked closer to Tina in a slow and seductive manner.
Bette stood so close to Tina she could feel Bette's breath on her skin. Bette bent over slightly and hooked her thumbs in the belt loops. She pulled Tina's hips closer to her own and whispered close to Tina's ear.
"Did you like wearing them?"
"I, ugh," Tina struggled to keep her eyes open as the tip of Bette's tongue ran along the outside of her ear. "I like them better on you, although both got me to the same point."
"What point is that?"
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