How She Changed My World & Life Forever
Bette Elaine Stevens, is a fifty five year old woman, and mother of two children named Emma fifteen, and Danny who is ten years young. They reside with daddy and husband Fredrick Stevens, in Miami, Florida. Fred heads up, a production agency, at a prestigious software company, where he makes the newest technology for computers, cable wiring and anything techy, as his wife stated jokingly, to him on several occasions. You could say their marriage has hit a dull streak, for the past several months. His wife isn't really in the mood to make love anymore, and he's always tired from long nights at the office, to even think about bed room activities, or spicing up their marriage, at the slightest least. As the two, struggle to connect physically, his wife takes up a new hobby, since hanging up her gallery business, since it's declined in sales, and decided to sell it, a month ago. If she only knew, her new hobby of Yoga, would lead, towards a road that would be of endless possibilities.
Tina Kennard thirty four year old single lesbian was a Lothario at best. If you didn't fall in love with one glance, at those hazel orbs, you were either straight or blind. This sultry woman owns a yoga studio, and instructs you to use your muscles in ways, you never thought of in and out of the bedroom. Always eager to teach you, to stride in this fitness course, hands on, privately, or in studio lessons. She was your teacher, indeed to have on your side. This woman was all about looking for Ms. Right now, but soon enough she'd find an unexpected match, in someone she'd never expect to fall in love with. Yes on a prowl this sexy blonde, was about to take an interesting ride called true love express. Oh and yes, it would be a bumpy ride, to get to the destination indeed.
Chapter 1
Present Time: Miami, Florida-Porter Residence-(After Deeds, Self Truths Out,)
"Okay! So, this doesn't happen to me, a lot at least. I thought I knew myself. I always pictured myself as a straight woman. I didn't have a problem with a man's touch before though... it just seemed like, after her touch it didn't matter anymore, what I believed, or fooled myself into believing for all of these years."
Bette pauses before she entered her daily diary, on her computer at home, after the deed. "I know, I know. I just forced myself to be one way, and because of that. I didn't know any better, and simply didn't have the experience, to figure it out entirely, yet." The brunette slumps back as she felt the tears. Her finger tips, wrote the next set of words. "As I felt her kiss, her skin against mine, sweat trickling down, to our thighs, and backs. It didn't feel wrong. The affair, I carried on with her, and have been. It felt, it makes me feel more alive, than I ever felt or feel when I am with my own husband." The brunette laughed at the absurdly of it all and stated on the computer boldly. "I'm Bette Porter, and this doesn't happen to me often. I fell in love with a woman, and I'm going to put it into words. This is how I got here; I gave my heart to another woman, and still survive the fallout of it all. So, sit back and relax, this may take a while."
Back in Time: Steven's Residence-(Honey, I have A Suggestion,)-(The Day, Their Lives Changed,)
Heat makes their bodies feel like sticky hot messes, soaked in honey, it seemed. Bette walks out of the pool, dressed in a simple two piece bikini. Fredrick business attire meets her gaze. "Honey, have you've seen my briefs? I'm real late." He stutters nervously, always doing so before a big firm meeting. The Porter charm, swaggers out of the hot patio deck and into the home. "Honey, I think you need to check the upstairs drawer to your left. I saw you put it in your desk last night. I didn't wake you, this morning, I'm sorry about that. I just saw you looking so peaceful. I thought I'd give you a few more moments to yourself, before I did…" He smiles and undid his tight neck-tie. "Thank you honey, I appreciate you, do you realize this?" His lip puckered up and receives a kiss. He pulled away, before his wife could do a little tongue action. Her disappointment not lost on his gaze, meeting hers, as he quickly makes a get away towards the door. "Listen Bette, once I'm home, I can make it up to you, turn that expression right side up again okay my darling?" He says, but before his wife can reply, he's out of the door. Bette sighs and looked downwards, seeing a flyer on the table. "Yoga classes, humph!" She exclaimed, fearing her husband was having an affair, and that was why he was disinterested in physical action. Her eyes saucer the words, in the flyer, making her feel angered and displeased. "Try our free first session, if it doesn't satisfy you, and make you return, for a second go around. I'll throw in, a free session again, to make sure, I reel you into the Kennard special, over and over again. I promise, you won't want to get enough."
Bette is seething with rage. "Ooh I will show you a special lady," Bette scoffs, and felt her daughter's laughter, from a far.
"Mom, what are you doing with my flyer?" Emma asked her mom quizzically. The fifteen year old sauntered down the stairs, of their beach front home. The coastal mother had a stammering voice, as she tried to make a coherent sentence, make sense. "I uh, I thought this was your…"
"Daddy's ewe mom as if and besides the instructor isn't into men. If you catch my drift that is..." Bette had a fallen out gaping mouth expression, as it dropped wide open. "Ooh, she's a le…" "Yeah mom, she's a lesbian. Now, before you go all postal or bonkers on me. I am not one. I think she's a great instructor. I need these classes, if I want to stretch out, and become a better dancer. Besides, it relaxes me, and they're a lot of fun, you should try it sometime with me." Emma states as Bette shook her head. "Oh no, I would be bad at it."
The brunette junior scoffs and looked at her mom's physique. "Mom, you're a champion swimmer in your days in high school and college. You could've gone pro too. I remember, you training for a triathlon, and was too scared to enter, because of failing. I say come on now, and seize your competitive nature, going for this. I mean it's not like you have gallery work to do anymore. So, why not give this a try, it's just for fun. Who knows, you might actually like the teacher, and have fun too." Emma states as Danny sauntered down with his surf board. "Hey!" Bette points a finger. "Listen you two; I know it's the beginning of summer break for you two. I just want you both to know something. Since the gallery is pretty much done and over with. I'm going to lean towards spending more time with you both." "No, no, no," Danny had a hissy fit.
Emma scoffs and said. "Well if I have to spend time with you, can we do it at the yoga center? I think Tina, is just about ready to start her class, in twenty minutes. You'll be her favorite student, I'm sure, so let's go." Bette furrows a brow at her daughter's statement. "How do you know, I'll be her favorite? I am not a lesbian." Danny's jaw dropped. "I want to go…" The brunette sighs and said. "You're so bad, and just like your father. Go and play in the surf, and be careful. I'll see you later…" Emma drags her mother alongside her, as Bette scoffs. "I am not sure about this." Her daughter laughed. "Oh come on mom, what's the worst that can happen?"
Bette rolled her eyes and said.
"I guess nothing could occur, that is too eventful at a yoga session." She says less enthusiastically, about going off to do some elaborate stretch moves. If she only knew, she'd be met with not only someone, to work out all of the kinks, and aching muscles, but a soul-mate, in the forms of a heavenly blonde would forever change the meaning of love and lust at first sights, indeed for this not so straight and narrow woman.
