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Toys 7
It seemed hotter than either of them could remember—even for July in Los Angeles. The thermometer continued to climb until it reached over ninety-six degrees that afternoon. Angelica’s preschool had called to notify them that they were closing early because of the rolling power outages; Bette was grateful for the excuse to leave the university to pick her up; she had little enough to do during summer term and the air conditioning in the administration building was affected by the outages as well.
As soon as they entered the house, she realized that the air conditioning was barely working so she and Angie spent the afternoon in the pool. Tina came home early with take-out Thai for dinner so that they didn’t have to turn on the stove and joined them in the pool.
When they finished dinner Bette had spent the better part of an hour giving Angelica a cool bath and getting her to sleep; the heat was making the three year old cranky. Tina sat at the dining room table working on her laptop.
“Tina, what is this in the freezer?” Bette stood in front of the open freezer door in her tee shirt. Reaching for some ice, she noticed the unfamiliar box.
Realizing that Tina hadn’t heard her, she closed the freezer and carried it into the living room.
“Tee? I thought you didn’t want her to have too much sugar? What are these?”
Tina looked up from her laptop and pulled her hair up off her neck to cool off.
“Haven’t you ever had a popsicle? These are the ‘healthy,’” her fingers made quote marks in the air, “kind. No chemicals, they’re made from fruit juice. You know…” her eyes went back to the laptop screen, “you have to choose your battles.”
Bette opened the box. “Can I have one?”
Tina’s eyes remained glued to the screen. “How many are left? She’ll be upset if you eat the last one.”
“It’s a new box.” She pulled the tab to open the box and pulled out one of the popsicles, examining it carefully.
“Bette, put it back in the freezer—they’re going to melt if you just stand there. And don’t eat the grape one—its Angie’s favorite.” She scrolled down the excel file, muttering to herself, “Ah, fuck. I knew it—damn it. Did he think I wouldn’t catch it?”
Bette watched her and shook her head. How things had changed. Lately it was Tina who found herself working at home in the evenings while Bette took more responsibility for Angelica’s nightly rituals. She shrugged, carried the box back to the freezer and pulled the paper off of the lemon flavored popsicle.
Her tongue gingerly licked at it to test the flavor; she was surprised at how good it tasted—sweet but tart at the same time. The intense cold of it made her shudder and she sucked it into her mouth, feeling her entire body begin to cool off from the sensation.
She walked back past Tina and sat down on the couch, moving the popsicle in and out of her mouth as she read the latest Art News.
Tina, distracted by the sucking noises that Bette was making, looked away from the screen. She watched, fascinated, as Bette first twirled the pop past her full lips and into her mouth then pulled it out in order to lick it with her tongue.
“Fuck.” The word came out in a husky whisper from Tina.
Bette looked up from the magazine, unaware of the effect she was having, “Babe?”
Tina got up, totally focused on Bette; one hand blindly reached out to close the laptop just before she walked over to her lover. She pulled the magazine out of her hand and gracefully threw one leg over to sit on her lap.
“I thought you were working.”
“Gimme.”
Bette offered the popsicle but just as Tina’s open mouth reached to taste it, she teasingly pulled it away.
“No fair!” Tina grabbed her wrist and pulled the pop to her lips, slowly rubbing the tip of the pop across them. “Mmm…” Her tongue peeked out and slowly licked the entire length of it, lapping up the drips of lemony ice.
Bette stroked the pop across her lips, followed by her tongue to lap at the juice. From there she stroked it down Tina’s chin and neck, sending a chill through the blonde. Her tongue once again slowly followed the path of the melting popsicle. Tina shuddered and reached to pull her tank top off, tossing it aside.
Bette smiled as she drew downward circles, moving slowly and carefully toward Tina’s breast. The cold tip went first to one nipple, then the other; once again she followed each circle with her tongue. Tina gasped as the cold hardened her already tight nipples and looked down to watch Bette alternate the popsicle and her mouth on each breast, alternating between them. She pulled harder on each nipple, sucking first one then the other in to nip with her teeth. Tina rocked against her on her lap, her hands gripping Bette’s hair.
Bette stopped and put the still cold popsicle in her mouth as her hands quickly pulled Tina’s panties off. One hand lifted Tina’s ass up and away from her to gain access while the other pushed the still cold pop down between her thighs. Tina’s mouth opened wide in surprise and she moaned as Bette stroked her.
Wanting to open Tina more, Bette lifted her as she stood up, turned and set her down on the edge of the couch. Bette knelt before her lover who was spread wide open before her.
Tina waited, her teeth biting her lower lip, as Bette opened her with her fingers to expose her clit. Her other hand slowly pulled the popsicle from her own mouth to run the tip up and down Tina’s fully exposed clit and inner lips. She watched Tina’s eyes open wide at the sensation.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Bette…”
“Hold yourself open for me, baby.”
Tina groaned as her fingers moved to do what Bette asked.
Bette bent and licked lightly at her clit. “Hmmm…lemon.”
“Bette…”
Tina threw her head back as the sensation built: first the cold of the popsicle circling around and over her clit, then the heat of Bette’s tongue circling her, lapping softly to tease her. And then the fierce cold again, making her hips jerk upward at the sensation, followed this time by Bette’s mouth wide open, sucking all of her into her mouth while her tongue drummed against her exposed clit.
Just when she thought she would lose her mind, Tina felt the cold enter her as Bette slid it into her. So cold but so tantalizing: stroking slowly into her and pulling out. She moaned in frustration, wanting something, anything inside her while Bette’s tongue continued to tease her. She lifted her hips to push harder against her mouth and grabbed Bette’s head with both hands, her body begging for more. Her need was answered as Bette pushed it inside her again, this time rotating inside to push up against her g-spot. Her orgasm hit so suddenly it surprised both of them; she couldn’t stop coming: it seemed endless as Bette’s mouth continued to devour her, the popsicle melting inside her. Lemon. Tina. Bette’s favorite flavors.