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    A Thin Line – Chpt 30

    Story written on August 5, 2006 by zheese.
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    Helebette – Bedtime Friday, Breakfast Saturday

    Previously

    “You just outdid yourself, Sweetheart,” I said softly. “That was absolutely incredible.”

    “That’s because I’m so absolutely incredibly in love with you,” Helena whispered before kissing me tenderly.

    “I’m so glad the weekend is finally here, and we can spend it together,” I breathed.

    Helena caressed my face with her hand. “Well, if I have my way over the next couple of days, you’ll be experiencing several encore performances.”

    “Damn my luck,” I said teasingly, leaning in to kiss the woman who had captured my heart.

    Chapter 30

    Our mutual appetite for sexual athletics led us straightaway to feast on each other in my bedroom that splendid night.

    Bette’s cheek rested between my breasts, and I held her naked body close to mine on the bed.

    “Bette?” I asked quietly.

    I felt her snuggle tighter against me before she reached with her mouth to suck my nipple. “Hmm?” she responded. The tip of her tongue began circling my areola.

    I ran my palms and fingers around the back of her head and through her long tresses.

    “Do you know what we were doing a week ago about this time?” I inquired softly.

    Moaning, Bette gave my nipple one last firm suck before releasing it. She raised her head and looked at the clock on the bedside table. Then she turned and faced me, propping herself up, and looking into my eyes. Caressing my cheek tenderly with her fingertips, she smiled.

    “We were dancing, mischievously, that arresting dance at the Planet. Getting each other extremely hot and bothered,” Bette said with a grin.

    I smoothed her hair lovingly from her face and my expression broke into a surprised smile, happy that she remembered.

    “That ‘arresting dance,’ as you call it, would have become dangerously close to getting us charged with some kind of public indecency or lewdness violation, if we hadn’t ceased when we did,” I proposed jestingly.

    Bette laughed and lay her head on the pillow next to me. I turned to face her, and Bette nudged her thigh between my legs, pressing it against my clit.

    She began to speak, slowly and deliberately and softly, recalling our encounter on the dance floor.

    “You had me wanting you so badly, I thought a fire had been lit between my legs,” Bette grinned, as she caressed her hand down my back.

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    1. Moms have this special gene that let’s them know all and see all even before it happens. zheese, excellent chapter. I hope your distraction is a good distraction.

    2. Yeah! How does Peggy know everything? It’s kinda creepy. Why do I have the uncomfortable feeling it’s NOT Peggy and NOT good news waiting at the other end of the ringing phone? If I were Helena, I’d consider turning the beach house into a fortress.

    5. oh damnnnn…”breakfast of champions”, now that’s priceless. whew…zheese, you’ve rendered me speechless…you dear chic are the CHAMPION Supreme!!!!

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