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    Life Happens: Adult Fun

     

    Helena and Bette spent the better part of two days reorganizing boxes and furniture in the new place.  What that really meant, was the occasional half hearted attempt to unpack, which was inevitably interrupted by the ‘pressing need’ to christen each room with inventive lovemaking. All in all, it was the most pleasant move either woman had ever made.

     

    On the third day, Bette was forced to seek out a WiFi source so that she could better do her job. 

     

    When Bette entered their new home later that evening, she was shocked to see that most of the boxes had been unpacked and broken down.  She wasn’t then surprised to see Helena fast asleep on the couch.

     

    Something stirred Helena out of a dream she was having. Soft lips brushed again and again over her own. “Lamp…” She muttered.

     

    “Hmmmm babe, whats that about a lamp?” Bette was amused that Helena was beginning some kind of conversation, while only half awake. She leaned her upper body down over Helena’s, kissing the corners of her mouth and the bottom of her chin.

     

    “Lamps…where to go…” Helena was sort of half dreaming about decorating the house, after having spent the better part of the day rearranging furniture and sorting through their possessions.  She sighed and stretched when Bette’s kisses and caresses finally drew her completely out of sleep. “Oh, hallo.” She grinned, her legs wrapping around Bette to pull her down fully.

     

    “I’ll crush you.” Bette worried. Helena merely tugged again on her clothes until she relaxed atop her.  Bette fell into a contented silence, half awake and listening to Helena’s heartbeat, and half dozing and relaxing from her long day of internet and phone conferences.  Helena fell back to sleep, her breath brushing against Bette’s forehead.   

     

    Bette sighed and shivered slightly in the breeze that jolted through the window.  Suddenly, the weather had turned and the rains began. Bette shivered again, though she still wanted out of her clothing, wanted Helena out of hers, and didn’t care that it would make her colder.  She stretched and wiggled about, trying to climb out of her suit jacket and succeeded with a mini cheer.  Then she looked up and met green eyes, laughing down at her.

    Comments

    1. Sounds to me like Peggy is a bit of a female bush pilot in her own right. And with her own kind of amusement park, as well. Now, you see, you’ve just proven my point about props/costumes not needed to have a REALLY good time with that little session Bette and Helena just had. Do you think you could fit some banshees in one of your other stories?

    2. I forgot to ask yesterday exactly how The Professor and The Teaching Assistant is played. Do we know any professors and/or teaching assistants we could ask?

    3. Bette and Helena should skip Blackpool and keep right on breaking in those new rooms. I would love to hear more about Peggy P’s Frozen North adventure.

    4. Ooooh, adult fun indeed. Only kids who grew up in America could find the ‘cheese’ of Blackpool intriguing, unless they like video games that is, then I suppose it’s any child’s mecca, video games, rickety rides and sticks of rock … great chapter baby x

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