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    Too Much Time on My Hands Has a Sequel and Now I Need a Better Title

    Story written on May 4, 2007 by helebette.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=65576
    Author Notes:

    bette is such a complicated woman, and helena is chill and jenny is going to show up all the time cuz she’s funny, and tina loves tofu or maybe hemp, i haven’t decided

    Last time I saw ya, We’d just split in two

    You was lookin’ at me, and I was lookin’ at you

    You had a way so familiar, I could not recognize…

     

     

    Bette’s hand moved between them as she looked intently into Helena’s eyes. She felt something akin to love (and why care so greatly about avoiding the ever loaded word) to see flickers of everything from lust to vulnerability to intense caring, move across Helena’s face.   

     

    When Helena came she pulled Bette’s mouth against her own and moaned into her very core. Bette had never felt so turned on at another person’s desire, as if it were her own. Helena had caressed Bette’s every curve with her hands, pressing her to the bed and kissed her way downward. Her lips were magic, her tongue insistent in its movements. Bette loved the feeling of Helena’s long fingers entering her—she loved being with a woman who knew and loved every curve and crevice of a woman’s body.

     

    Bette made small, low sounds, shifting her hips slightly.  She looked down at Helena’s dark hair, spread across her thighs.  She bit her lower lip when she felt Helena’s tongue curl around her clit, drumming lightly against her. Bette moved her hips downward, in an effort to press herself harder, while Helena moved her hand up and over her breasts.  She could feel the vibrations, beginning deep inside of her, where Helena’s fingers were beckoning her toward release. Bette gasped as her legs began to shake, and Helena’s lips and tongue and fingers moved faster. When she came, she heard Helena give a small cry, before continuing to move her mouth.   

     

     

    Now, they lay on their sides, facing one another, their cheeks resting on their hands.

     

    “That was fun.” Bette was adorable as she stated the obvious. Her hair was mussed, her smile lopsided.  

     

    Helena grinned, reaching out to run her hand through Bette’s hair. “Yes, it was. Incredibly so.”  She seemed to remember something. “I forgot to tell you, you know, I had lunch the other day with my mother and she couldn’t fucking stop talking about you.” Helena laughed, shaking her head as she thought back to her mother’s latest ‘Bette Porter should be my daughter in law’ speech.

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    2. Well that was beyond hot. I love the family scenes too (Wilson and his tea party!). Helena’s kids remind me (in spirit at least) of Edina’s eccentric offspring on Ab Fab; luckily for them, Helena’s parenting skills are considerably more evolved than Edina’s. And Tina? I always suspected she’d end up with a tofu farmer. As for the parallel-universe explanation, it’s fiction so why not? Bette and Helena rule in all three dimensions!

    3. okay, i just exhaled…and a few other things…whew…that’s about all i can say…delicious, decadent…umph! you sure don’t leave anything to the imagination…can’t wait for the next installment..,

    4. You know there is a time when words can not be express for a situation and this is that time. If I had to choose between any of your stories as my favorite, I honestly could not or would not. Thanks for taking the time to share it. When I wonder can you top your last one you always seem to come through.Terrific as always!

    5. Ive been reading your stories this past week, and I love your style of writing. I can’t wait to read the next installments.PS. Fuck Tina’s brains, off with her fucking head

    6. Gee…one plant is either one too many or not nearly enough. They keep going like that, neither one should have too many insecurities about the other. But helebette, it occurs to me that you have a real vendetta about Tina’s brains. They were eaten by zombies in “Planet Terror”, you just gave her a lobotomy in “Life Happens” and now in this one she’s dating a farmer who grows tofu(?) on what may be a cult compound, which would require the complete absence of brains. Jesus, what did she ever do to you?

    7. i really, really luv your writing, and of course the pairing of helebette, but my favorites of yours, were the ones where they have the conflicts, but have no choice but to cum together anyway, i think when they are both in full alpha mode, and trying to fight the attraction but to no avail is so damn hot!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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