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Life Happens: Ghosts of London
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“Awww…” Bette pretended to pout as she undressed quickly. Helena lay naked, propped on her elbows, taking in the rewards of Bette’s actions.
Bette surprised her by leaping into bed, underneath covers. “G’night!” She said hurridly, burrowing in. Helena wasn’t surprised to hear soft laughter as she protested and yanked at the blankets. She crawled underneath on her own side of the bed, easily finding what she was looking for. Bette groaned as Helena’s fingers touched her lightly from behind, her lips pressing between Bette’s shoulder blades.
“You’re not going to sleep. Not if I can help it.” Helena smiled and gasped at the feeling of Bette’s silky warmth on her fingertips. She worked her fingers deeper through Bette’s folds as the other woman gripped her pillow and moved her mouth against it to muffle her cries. Helena’s lips and tongue drew lightly across Bette’s well muscled back. She ran her teeth carefully over Bette’s neck, biting down when Bette’s hand reached behind to lace fingers through her hair and encourage more pressure. When she entered Bette, using one finger to run the length of her clit, Bette’s cries intensified. Helena pressed herself as closely as she could. Her fingers found the swollen center of Bette’s desire and she began to run back and forth, up and down, and finally in quick and small circles.
“Oh God…Helena…I can’t hold on…” Bette gasped, feeling like she was about to let go and scared to do so. Sometimes this happened. She would suddenly overthink what her body was about to do. Helena slowed her movements, kissing Bette gently now, and murmuring words of reassurance until Bette could relax.
“I’ve got you sweetheart…” Was all Helena needed to say for Bette to tip over the edge. Bette cried out loudly as came hard, releasing against Helena’s hand.
Helena quickly found herself pinned on her back, moments later, as Bette straddled her waist, kissing her warmly and lovingly. Helena tried to bring her hands to Bette’s skin, wanting to touch her everywhere, but Bette pinned her wrists gently against the pillow, as she kissed her way downward. Still, even as Bette’s lips and tongue made love to her in the most intimate way possible, Helena could not turn her brain completely off.
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The ’69 Firebird recalls ski lift 69 on the show (a criminally unfulfilled anvil). In any event, your B and H don’t need car-hood sex to bring the heat, and they’re definitely more than “one story of many”!
I’m really enjoying this story!! I’m loving every moment of it. I can’t wait to see what happens when the two ladies return to the U.S. PPS!!!
Hmn, and I was so sure I had commented on this one. *frowns at self* … I’ll miss their London adventures when life takes them off to NYC, but I guess B has to break up with Jodi, right? … you are so obsessed with German beer, or was it Polish, or Ukrainian *winks* … either way obsessed! Oh yeah, and the sex wasn’t bad either, y’know, it’s not like it make my dreary miserable holiday destination seem a lot warmer, or anything .. :-D
you must be older than me then. heh
Yeah, I hate when I spill German beer down the front of my shit. It’s the only kind to drink when you’re taking a crap. Well, helebette, that was sexy and funny and tender. Very nice. And while I was born in Detroit precisely because of the automotive industry (poor, sorry, stumbling American automotive industry-see what happens when you get all arrogant and entrenched?), I have reached an age where I have no desire to have sex on or in a car, no matter the level of muscularity.
I expect that’s so. And now that I’m driving Japanese, I’m even less interested in cramped spaces. There was a time when back seats were expansive. But even in my youth I appreciated the comfort of a good mattress. Must be the comfort loving Taurus in me, not the Taurus I might be in.
And almost forgot, that sex on a car is a very American thing but not just for the boys, I’ve had that fantasy about a select few once or twice myself. PPS.
HAPPY Dance Time – HelBette is Back!!!Is it wrong that I want bette and Helena tojust stay in this little loft and block the rest of the world out forever? They are too cute together and even though the question was nevr really answered about them being exclusive I think the two are pretty committed to one another. So Helena has dealt w/ Elaine and Bette doesn’t think Tina is an issue so now Hels just needs to stop bringing her up. And Helbette, I don’t know how these two can walk w/ all the smokin hot sex they are having (LOL). Keep up the great writing and I can’t wait to read the next chapter.
Thanks for this chapter, I can’t wait to see how this story progresses… I agree with bettefortina they should stay in London!! Bette could break up with Jodi over email, phone or txt heheh