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    Heart of Glass: Uncomplicated Women

    Chill out,

    Whatcha yellin’ for,

    Lay back,

     it’s all been done before

    And if you could only let it be

    You would see….

    Tell me…

    Why do ya have to go and make things so complicated?

     

     

     

     

     

     

    “So, I’m thinking of moving to New York…” Helena let the words trail off, hoping that Tina might treat them with a measure of surprise. She was all too familiar with the abrupt departures of most members of their ‘family’.  Marina’s return, and the disinterest in her presence among them again, had shown Helena the degree to which her group of friends could disengage from one another with total ease. She supposed it was good in a way, lending them all the space they needed to grow and change. 

     

    Tina for her part, struggled against something completely unfamiliar. She wasn’t used to worrying about their various comings and goings. “Oh.” She said, barely suppressing the slight panic that accompanied Helena’s announcement. She took a quick sip of Corona with lime, running her fingers distractedly over the chilled moisture along its label.  The kitchen was warm, and already familiar—a home away from home, in such a short time.  Tina didn’t want to let that go so quickly.

     

    They didn’t speak again for several minutes. Only the sound of the salmon Helena seared, and a few boiling sides, which rattled upon the stove, filled the kitchen. Her black long sleeved shirt—worn because a chill rain had fallen in the morning, only to be replaced by sunshine which made her clothing choices abysmally warm—was rolled up at the sleeves.  She pulled distractedly at the neckline, wanting to fill up the silence between her and Tina.  Why the fuck didn’t the other woman care that she was leaving? Helena sighed, just to say something.

     

    “Bette should be here shortly.” Helena’s voice was strained. “not that it matters anymore.” She added quietly.

     

    “What?” Tina got up from the chair she inhabited, her legs slightly weak from the tension that now filled the room. “why wouldn’t it matter? Wait, what are we talking about? Your leaving or Bette’s lateness? Look at me…” She turned Helena toward her, but lost her words immediately.

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    1. Do I get to be first? seems it :-D .. so, I’m half beside myself giggling, and amused to find that my mouth sat half open agape, all the way through reading this, right from the beginning, … ‘it was all tied up, so wonderfully tangled, between the erotic and the mundane …’ just fantastic babe, I’m so glad we challenged each other to write this and at the same time … mortified, in a comedic kind of way because wtf does that say about us ….. hehe!! awesome job babe, just awesome, the three of them together are HOT … although no matter how huge the orgasm, i’m still entirely mind boggled that Tina could FALL ASLEEP with naked Bette and Helena, right there with her for entertainment, is she …. narcoleptic or something? *grin* and … *sigh* it was just brilliant, i’m still chuckling over the image of B & T trying to hurry themselves out of their clothes, lol, loved it, gush. gush. gush x

    2. I have to say I was totally and completely in love with your story by chapter 3. There is something so fun about the thought of Helena, Tina, and Bette together. Fabulous job!

    3. Yep. Narcolepsy is the only logical explanation for Tina conking out in the face of all that hotness. As for “the end” vs. “tbc,” I vote for the latter but failing that you could always leave things wide open as Bette and Helena resolve to do at the end of the chapter.

    4. whoo-ee that was hot. I like that Tina got so much awesome lovin that she blacked out! Really, who could blame her? Loved the premise, loved the execution, loved the whole thing, really, and especially how you’ve left them all open, hb. Ace! thanks

    5. HOLY MOTHER OF THREESOMES!! ~*~ Um…hmm…well let me tell you this right now. My wife is reading the last book in the lezbo series she is reading. We are sitting on the sofa er…um…maybe I should say couch, where sofa is your gal, and talking about sitting on sofa…er…yeah, so anway, by PAGE 8…the bottom, when you had Bette touching herself as the other two watched. I cannot tell you just how erotic and hot that was. I wanted to grab my wife right there and tell her how important it was that we um….hmm…look under the bed for a lost sock. (Any excuse to get into the bedroom). LMAO!!! Girl, this was like shooting for the moon. Loved it, and you handled it quite nicely. Thanks for your fine work.

    6. Wow, HB, you got me drooling with this, which is more than the dentist did with a dozen shots of lidocaine this afternoon. However, you pain me more than the dentist, who dug around in my jaw so hard I thought he was going to dislocate it, when you speak of leaving us bereft of your amazing concoctions. You simply must continue posting or I shall haunt you wraith-like, like a harpie, like a valkyrie, if you insist on leaving us forlorn and starving for your fictions.

    7. Very nice, HB. I’m with the others. That must have been some fucking orgasm to have Tina fall asleep. Lobo my online GF, naughty girl, you are forever needing to change your undies.

    8. Squirl, I can’t help it w/stories like THIS! And it is PANTS, not undies since I’m always commando. I only have authors like Helebette, you, and zheese to blame for the perpetually state of horniness that I’m in!

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