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    Bisous; #11

     

    I tried to refrain from starring at their joined hands on top of the table. Tash must have noticed because she slipped her hand into mine under the table and gave it a tight encouraging squeeze. I turned to her and smiled.

     

    “Good evening, would you be ready to place your orders?”

     

    “I think I’ll start with a cob salad, you’ll have one too right, Bette?” I asked, looking at her, “You always start your meals with a cob salad.”

     

    Bette crossed her brow, “Urm, yea…”

     

    I tried to hide my jealousy, I tried to stop myself.

     

    But it was as if a contrary imp had taken over.

     

    “Tina,” I said, “Did you know that Bette likes cob salad?”

     

    Tash quickly turned to the waiter, “I think we might need a minute.”

     

    “No, no,” Bette replied, starring at me pointedly, “How about you, Helena? Would you like your usual glass of red wine just before dinner?”

     

    I could have been mistaken, but there was a challenging look in Bette’s eyes as she starred at me. Tina and Tash exchanged awkward confused expressions.

     

    Tash gently squeezed my hand a little tighter, “What would you like to have?” she asked, looking at me with a friendly smile.

     

    “I’ll just be a minute. Excuse me,” I stood up and quickly walked towards the washroom and locked myself in one of the empty stalls, burying my head in my hands.

     

    Was it just me or was Bette acting weird?

     

    I needed to stop this. I was behaving like a child.

     

    “Helena?” I heard Tash’s voice echo through the washroom.

     

    I stood up and unlocked the door, I saw her concerned face frowning as she watched me walk towards her, “Are you alright?”

     

    “I’m fine,” I replied, “Just feeling a little confused, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

     

    “It’s perfectly natural, how you’re feeling,” she said, putting her arm around me, “This is the first time you’re meeting Tina and I’m sure seeing the both of them must have just caught you off guard.”

     

    “This is so unlike me,” I replied, feeling frustrated.

     

    “I know, but have you thought that maybe she’s feeling the same way you are?”

     

    “Why would she feeling that way?”

     

    “Well, maybe because this is the first time she is seeing you with me, and if I don’t read her wrong, she sounded just as competitive as you were being at the table.”

     

    “Was it that obvious?”

     

    “I couldn’t say that I missed it,” she confessed.

     

    “I’m sorry, Tash, I’m sorry to have dragged you into all this mess.”

     

    She smiled, “I decided that I wanted to come tonight, and I want to be here for you as friend or anything else you need me to be.”

     

    I leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek, grateful for her understanding, “Thank you.”

     

    She took my hand in hers, “Now, shall we head out and enjoy the rest of the evening?”

     

    “That sounds like a plan,” I replied, “Not to mention that I’m starving!”

     

    I decided that even though Tash and I might never work out as lovers, we could most definitely work out as great friends.

     

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    Comments

    1. Tina should be running for the doors after that display. Can’t wait to see how the rest of dinner goes. Not really feeling that Bette is jealous. Just annoyed with Helena for trying to embarass her. PPS. I really love this story

    2. BTW I can understand about the frequent checking of the comments….Now when Helena finally has her orgasm. I think the neighbors will this another earthquake has hit because she will leave herself vulnerable for Bette.

    3. Ok..first thing is first..You have such a beautiful style of writing…I absolutely adore it and don’t worry..Im just as “passionate” as you..thank God for modern technology..I would be so lost…but thats what inspires us to continue writing..and for the complete love for the ladies and writing of course…Ok so my comment was a bit to long..but great story…interesting pairings I must say but you make it work so well!!PPS

    4. Hello My Beautiful Dragonfly… ok… I’m back… I’m sorry I left in such a jealous rampage will you ever forgive me… please please please forgive me… PPPPPPLLLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSEEEEEEEEEEEEEE… I will write and write and write… just please forgive me… :(, hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

    5. Hello My Beautiful Dragonfly… hehe… you said you incessantly refresh your iphone so I was just seeing how incessant you were LMAO… as for the story… I love love love how you are handling Helena and Bette to jealous lovers who can’t see past their own noses to realize that the other shares in this love with them, I love how Tasha is helping Helena to maintain some disposition… I’m thinking that the ‘blond bimbo’ is going to be the other way around… she is going to put up a fight… hehe… let the cat fights begin… oh and that beginning was tender… passionate… and HOT… love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

    6. Hello My Beautiful Dragonfly… “Have you had one of those days when your writing feels a bit “off”? I think today is one of those days for me. ):” ummm yeah… and if you even remotely see this as being an ‘off’ day then I quit… yep thats me packing my bags and handing my keys to the right to weave words… pfffttt… your ‘off’ day is better then my most definite ‘ON’ day… pffttt… I’ll go back and just immerse myself in your incredible words until the next chappy ok… love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

    7. Hello My Beautiful Dragonfly… Thank you so much for forgiving me… I am going to start writing immediately… is there any special requests you might have… hmmmm… any and its yours a special gift for you… just say the word and poof it will appear… love and hugs, JC (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

    8. Excellent update! I think Helena isn’t the only one with a little jealousy streak going on. Now we know that Tasha is an observer. But what about Tina? Didn’t she think that her girlfriend was acting a little strange?

    9. Well, well, well, it seems that Bette isn’t as immune to Helena as she probably thought. Seeing her ‘best friend’ with a possible suitor is not going down too well for my girl. LOL! I like that Tasha is there to be a friend to Helena and help her get through this. She offers an objective POV for Helena, who, I have to say, can’t see the trees for the woods. Ok… let the games begin! I am staying for the ride. This is just getting better and better. PPS!

    10. i love this competition between Bette and Helena its so catty, but in that good way…helena doesn’t like what she sees and clearly bette doesn’t either…i say helena reaches over the table, punches tina square in the face and leaves with Bette…or maybe something less violent lol j/k….pps

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