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    A Thin Line – 10

    "I’m afraid I don’t have quite the luxury on time that you do this morning," Helena explained quietly while nuzzling my neck. "I have to be at the studio at nine for a production meeting."

    I pulled back from her and reached to graze my hand across her breasts. Helena quivered beneath my touch. I circled her nipples with my fingertips, then gently massaged them between my thumb and forefinger. The delicate forms peaked for me, and I took one in my mouth and sucked tenderly.

    "God, Bette, you’re exciting me," she whispered.

    Reaching down, I felt the heat between her legs. And the wetness. I slid my hand over her clit.

    "Oh, fuck," Helena murmured.

    "Is that what you want me to do?" I asked softly.

    "Fuck, yes," she breathed in reply. "Fuck me, Bette."

    I entered her and felt inside, moving my fingers in and out of her warm, moist canal.

    "God, Bette," she cried out softly.

    We kissed as I attended to her engorged clit. Helena came quickly. And I held her as her spasms subsided.


    When she opened her eyes to look at me, she smiled.

    "You certainly know how to start a girl’s Monday morning off right," Helena said.

    "If I hadn’t just started this job, I’d be tempted to call in and spend the day making love with you," I replied, running my fingertips between her breasts and down her torso to her curls. I kissed her passionately. Our tongues were now completely familiar with one another.

    Helena disengaged her lips from mine.

    "I wish it were a holiday, Bette," she said. "I’d love nothing more than spending the day in bed with you."

    I rolled over and lay my head against the pillows. I reached over and took her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.

    Just a few days ago, I’d been barely able to tolerate this woman next to me. Now I was finding it difficult to keep my hands off of her or pull myself out of her bed. I’d been charmed by Helena Peabody. And I wanted to see her again.

    I swiveled my head to look at her.

    "Helena?"

    She turned her head to look at me while smoothing her long, slender fingers over my breasts.

    "Yes, Bette," she answered.

    I detected a note of eagerness in her voice.

    "Will you see me again? Later this week?" I asked.

    "Hmm. Do you mean a date?" Helena replied, trying to disguise a smile while feigning deliberation.

    "Yes. A date." I laughed.

    "Well, as it happens," she began, "I do have an important function to attend later this week at a new art gallery. I thought perhaps you might like to escort me. What do you think?"

    "I think it would be my immense pleasure to peruse an art gallery with a work of art such as yourself by my side," I replied.

    Helena ran her hand down my abdomen and between my legs. I raised my hips off the bed. She reached over and kissed me.

    "Bette, let’s get one thing straight. You’ll be the most admired work of art on exhibit," she whispered. "Now, I’m simply famished." She gave me a knowing grin. "I’m in need of some breakfast."








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    Comments

    1. Hey there, zheese! Helena’s right, Bette does know how to start off a morning. Love your writing, your dialogue and imagery … now, let’s see what it is that Helena’s hungry for! Oh, and I can’t wait to see Bette and Helena attending an art exhibit together, they’ll definitely be the most gorgeous works of art there. Thanks.. eagerly awaiting your next chapter.

    2. That was must have been mind bending for them zheese, in any number of ways. Besides the sex (they seemed to quite enjoy themselves), Helena has experienced a dream coming true (how often does that happen?), and Bette’s completely captivated by the one who’d been her nemesis up until the other day. Damn, maybe I just never hated anybody enough!

    3. oh how iv missed this story!! damn work gets in the way of everything important! hope it doesn’t keep you away for too long again, absolutely love this story and the way you write it. eagerly awaiting your next installment :)

    4. really it was worth the wait !… I just LOVE your writing and everything about this story… You captured Bette and Helena in the most realistic and sensual way there was.. Can’t wait to read your next post.

    5. We can only hope that next season comes close to your fabulous storyline. I mean, really. I WANT them together now! Looking forward to your next post.

    6. Zheese, Another breath-taking addition to this amourous and adorable adventure. The way that Bette and Helena have collided and realized their true feelings for one another has been beautifully constructed. The reality of this collison has left both parties overwhelmed and surprised. Their ability to please and pleasure each other was masterly painted. Every essence and moment has built to this union. I think that I too have been charmed by your astounding tale. Please continue soon and bring a little levity and light into my world. Thank you so much. Your Loyal Fan.

    7. ok…maybe it’s all the wine that I’ve drank tonight but this is just a Beautiful/Hot,Hot/Beautiful beautiful/ written….dam!.I Just wanted you to know…

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