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    A Thin Line – Chpt 36

    “I’m aroused,” Bette whispered. “Are you?”

    “Oh, fuck, you know I am,” I said breathlessly, beginning to writhe against her.

    Her hand unzipped my slacks and slipped inside the opening. She rubbed against the warmth and moisture she found there.

    “You’re not wearing any underwear,” she grinned.

    “I decided not to bother. You’re always so quick in succeeding to remove it,” I managed to whisper, before seizing her mouth with mine fiercely.

    Our breathing grew heavy and labored as we shared an ardent kiss. The heat between my legs intensified and Bette continued to massage between my folds.

    “Mmm. Bette,” I moaned. “Fuck me.”

    “I need you to get out of these pants,” Bette breathed. Withdrawing her lips from mine, she whispered, “Let’s see how long it takes you to slip out of your slacks.”

    Bette began to count as I quickly stood to wriggle out of my clothing.

    “One, two, three…”

    I stepped out of the heap at my feet and pressed my fingers to her lips, hushing her count. While I removed my blouse, Bette stared at me, smiling.

    Letting my top fall to the floor, I unclasped my bra and shrugged the straps off my shoulders, allowing it also to drop to the floor.

    Bette reached for me, and I stepped backed, teasing her.

    “God, Helena, you are so beautiful,” Bette whispered. I could see the desire in her eyes.

    “Let’s see how long it takes you to catch me,” I said, taking off in a run, sprinting naked through the house to the bedroom. “One, two, three…”

    “Helena, come back here,” Bette yelled.

    I heard the chair legs scratch against the tile as she pushed out of her seat to chase me.

    When I reached the bedroom, I dove onto the mattress headfirst and rolled over. Bette came to an abrupt stop at the foot of the bed. She grinned and placed her knee on the edge of the mattress.

    “No!” I halted her.

    Startled, Bette ceased her movement.

    “Undress for me first,” I requested, lying back against the pillows, my arms spread to each side, so as to fully expose my breasts for Bette. I bent my knee, and waved it back and forth seductively in the air.

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    Comments

    1. These stories with Bette and Helena have me in such turmoil. My alligience is to Bette and Tina cos I would love to see them back together, but damn B&H together are just too hot.

    2. I feel ya Coop…they are killing us Tibetters over here…but we can’t look away…it’s like watching a car accident…you can’t look away….sighMaybe it’ll swing our way in a few chapters…

    3. I love the couple! They’re so hot. I still think you shld jump a few years ahead though, and create more drama. Well, just write what’s in your head – you’re a talented writer and when you do that, emotions flow! :)

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