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    What Are We Doing?

    Story written on August 12, 2008 by jb621.
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    Story Shortlink: https://www.assertive-maroon-jellyfish.104-250-143-187.cpanel.site/?p=70654
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    Her chest heaving up and down and her face flush with need. She grabbed my hand and held it to her as she whispered, “What are we doing?”

    She pushed me down onto the bed as she frantically pulled at my jeans.  I kicked my legs wildly to help her remove them.      She climbed on top of me, kissing me, rubbing my breasts through my shirt.    Her touch felt like jolts of electricity coursing through my veins as my desire for her became unbearable and I had to have more of her.    She pulled her mouth away from mine and sat up.  Her chest heaving up and down and her face flush with need.  She grabbed my hand and held it to her as she whispered, “What are we doing?”   As the haze of lust I was drowning in cleared, I allowed her question to enter my thoughts.  My body was aching for her.  I took a deep breath as her words registered in my brain.   I looked into her eyes and saw desire, love and confusion.   Her eyes were pleading with me to tell her what I wanted.   She could always convey so much to me with her eyes.  Our verbal communication skills may have lacked but her eyes always spoke to my heart.  Her physical need to be with me and her loyalty to Jodi was wedged in between us as she straddled me on top of the bed.  “What are we doing?” her words kept echoing in my head.    Did she want my permission for her to cheat on Jodi?    I need to tell her right now how much I miss and love her.   I’m tired of these head games we keep playing.   I’m lost in my own thoughts that I barely hear her repeat the question.  “T, What are we doing?” As she says it this time I pull myself up so that I’m resting on my elbows.  I search her eyes again as I place my hands on her hips and gently move her body off of mine.  I move out from underneath her and say, “Bette, we need to talk.”  

    I stand up grab my jeans and begin to put them back on.  I feel her eyes following me as I step away from the bed to zip them up.  I turn back toward her to find her sitting with her knees pulled up and her arms are resting on top of them.  Her eyes are closed and her breathing is heavy.    I shamelessly roam my eyes over her bra clad body and I have to look away because my resolve to tell her what’s on my mind is diminishing.  “Shit,” I mumble as I run my hands through my hair and go to her.  I stand near the edge of the bed where she is sitting, “Bette, look at me.” She ignores my request.  “Bette” I say with a much more demanding tone, “ Look at me.”  She hesitates a few more moments as she begins to slowly open her eyes.   I can see the tears that are threatening to fall. “ Come here,” I say to her as I gesture for her to come towards me.   She releases her knees & scoots herself to the edge where I’m standing.     I cup her face in my hands as I search her eyes.  I gently kiss away the tears that have sneaked onto her cheeks.  “God, she is so fucking beautiful” I think to myself.  I swallow the lump that has formed in my throat and begin to speak. “As much as I ache to make love to you, I can’t.  I’m sorry.  I’m not trying to confuse you but I can’t be with you this way.  I can’t be the “other” woman.” As I continue I release my hands from her face & drop them to my sides.   “God, this is so difficult for me….but I want you to listen to what I’m going to say.  I really need you to listen, Bette.  Can you do that baby?” 

    TBC?

     

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    2. very nice but I thought the scenario that occurred was pretty much what would have happened considering the build up to that kitchen scene. Morally u might not like what they did but dramatically it seemed right. PPS

    5. Hi jb621, May be i am a late reader of your story but i feel that you have got great talent of storytelling.. I like the trail of your thoughts and your explicit way of wording it. Please continue writing for yourself and your fan following.(readers like me:)

    6. this is what should have happened. I, like always felt Ilene took the easy way out with this. Deciding to have Bette have an affair, when that is the very thing that ruined her life in the first place was just wrong. And all for the sake of ‘drama’. No imagination at all. It seems that even JB agreed with us that it sent the wrong message, but who are we? I also hate that Bette seems to be the serial cheater in our minds, but it is Tina that actually cheated on every partner she has had, going back to Eric!!! but I digress. sorry for the rant… anyway, great job. and please continue.

    10. I love this piece. During that scene, I don’t think neither of them could stop given the rising sexual tension between Bette and Tina. What happened in that scene is totally human nature. I love Bette and Tina, but I agree that some scenes were create out of sheer dramatic effects. I don’t think TV gives us much of what goes on in their heads, so thank you for giving us an account through fan fiction. Can’t wait for the next post.

    11. I really liked this start, and I too don’t like the fact that they had an affair. (Although the scenes were exceptionally hot). Now we need Bette to split with Jodie, and not a long drawn out split like the show!! PPS

    15. I agree with the other readers, cheating is cheating. I like your scenario, but I think that since Tina was obviously the one who initiated the action by coming over early to do the deed, and since Bette was the one who asked, “What are we doing?” AND since Bette was the one who was crying during the kiss at She-Bar, I think Bette would have been the one to stop. However, Tina could have been more contrite. I think she owes Bette an apology for coming over and invading Bette’s space. Yes, it’s good that she wants to stop, but I think she needs to come clean – not the usual M.O. for Tina. Your first time? It was very immediate and enjoyable. Thanks!

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