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    It was a Tuesday night

     

    “Did you say something Shane?”  Helena spoke softly in her ear sending chills down Shane’s spine.

     

    “Nope…I was just thinking that you smell really good.”

     

    “So do you.”

     

    “Really?  It’s just soap.”  Shane replied.

     

    “I know… I like that.”

     

    Shane smiled as she pulled Helena just a little closer.

     

    It had been a while since Helena had been intimate with anyone and Shane’s lean body fit so sensually to her’s she was unexpectedly drawn to this enigmatic woman whom she had only recently begun to think of as a friend.  Add to that the simple yet responsive way that Shane moved to the music and Helena was beginning to melt into the moment.

     

    As the guitar riff verged on erotic, Helena lips drew dangerously close to Shane’s neck and she couldn’t help letting them drift along her sensitive skin until touches turned into kisses and her mouth descended to Shane’s throat drawing an unrestrained groan from her chest.

     

    Shane pulled her closer still and experienced arousal like she hadn’t felt in a very long time. 

     

    “My God Helena…you feel so good” Shane uttered just before Helena pressed her lips against her chin and allowed them to slip effortlessly into a scorching kiss.  Shane wrapped her tongue around Helena’s and sucked it into her mouth while pressing her fingertips into Helena’s ass as the gorgeous Brit leaned right into the thigh that dissected her own.

     

    “Shane?”  Helena gasped.

     

    “Mmmmh?” Shane moaned as the kiss escalated.

     

    “Would you take me home please?”

     

    Without a word spoken, Shane pulled back from the kiss, grabbed Helena’s hand and headed to the bar to retrieve their belongings on the way out.

     

    The ride to Helena’s beach house was pure torture.  Helena drove her Mercedes.  Shane drove her crazy.  Of course, with every intention of avoiding an accident, Shane tried to keep her hands off this beautiful woman.  But it wasn’t easy and she wasn’t entirely successful.  Helena wasn’t helping.

     

    After driving for several minutes with only the sound of Diana Krall on the stereo, Helena let her hand slide off the console onto Shane’s thigh.  Seeing no reason to play shy at this point in the game, she squeezed it and let her hand run up the seam of Shane’s jeans dangerously close to her crotch.

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    Comments

    1. Ok, not gonna lie, I’m pretty thrown by this combo. Don’t get me wrong, you write an amazing NC-17… I just… I’m having a hard time wrapping my mind around Shane and Helena together.

    2. As your #1 Fan of “DRENCHED”, I decided to read this because you are a fabulous writer. (Amazing at NC-17) When I realized this was going to be about Shane and Helena, I was skeptical. Helena is HOT, but Shane is rail thin and doesn’t do much for me. But as I continued to read, you managed to work your LACOOP magic and I enjoyed it. I’m a TIBETTE die hard, but I look forward to reading more about your new coupling. PPS.

    3. One more thing….who dared you to put these two together in a story ? Come on Lacoop you can tell me….I won’t tell…LOL! Glad to see your back writing.

    4. Enjoyed the chapter and if you do more I’ll check it out, but really not too wild about either party. If Gwyneth Paltrow is “Shane’s” cousin, I suspect Olive Oyl is one from the other side of the family. And Rachshell? Well, just never has been engaging as far as I’m concerned. Neck’s kind of short, too. But hey, all God’s children deserve to have fun, so let ’em have it.

    5. As always with you, absolutely incredible. And totally believable. I don’t think I’ve read a pairing of these two together. I like it. A lot. Shane is always a good one to teach us all something new. (just a future thought–and only you could pull it off, what if Bette said yes in Washington? I bet that senator has a kinky side to her) Anyway, just a crazy thought, but I’m loving this. You truly are the best at this.

    6. It’s funny but earlier this week I thought Helena and Shane and shuddered, no way. As I read your story I could believe it. Looking forward to the rest of this unexpected and unlikely coupling

    7. Alright alright yes I did not leave a comment the first time I read this, but I’m leaving one now. PLEASE POST!!! I’m dying to read the rest of this. I think it’s hot and your doing an amazing job.

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