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    Intervention – Chpt 5

    “I don’t know,” Bette said, rolling her head in ecstasy.

    “Yes, you do,” Helena said, stroking her tenderly but firmly. She placed her index finger from her other hand against Bette’s cheekbone and gently slid it down her face to her lips, tracing them.

    Bette took Helena’s fingertip between her teeth and licked it.

    “Do you know how much you’re turning me on,” Helena whispered, after a moment.

    “Then I haven’t lost it?” Bette asked, her eyes amorously opening.

    Helena slid her finer from Bette’s mouth and traced the tip of it around the heart-shaped contour.

    “Lost what?” Helena cooed.

    “This,” Bette said, leaning in to Helena and taking her lips with her sensuous mouth.

    They kissed passionately. Each tongue finding a home within the other’s mouth. They pressed against each other.

    Helena, unable to control herself, licked down Bette’s neck.

    “Is this also what you want?” Helena asked breathlessly, probing with her tongue down the line of Bette’s cleavage.

    Bette’s chest heaved in anticipation. She clasped her hands around Helena’s head. “Yes. That’s part of it.”

    Breathing heavily, Helena drove her face between Bette’s breasts and inhaled deeply. Bette lay back against the seat and breathed deeply, pulling Helena closer.

    Helena could not stop her hands from pressing against the sides of Bette’s breasts. She massaged them, wanting them, desiring them in her mouth.

    Bette could feel the moisture seeping between her legs.

    “You like me, don’t you?” Bette’s soft words escaped.

    “Yes,” Helena licked against Bette’s breast, nuzzling there in hopes of more.

    “I think I like you too,” Bette whispered. “Do you want to take me home and fuck me?”

    Sucking Bette’s breast and fonding her nipple with her tongue, the heat exuding between her legs, she finally replied, “No. I don’t.” She licked her way up Bette’s neck and looked into her eyes.

    “You don’t?” Bette asked surprised.

    “No, I don’t,” Helena replied matter-of-factly.  "I don’t fuck anymore"

    Bette looked at her, longingly and questioningly.

    “I want to make love to you,” Helena corrected.

    Her hand couldn’t help but travel down between Bette’s legs. She softly stroked.

    “Oh, God, take me there.”

    Helena peeled the fabric from Bette’s breast and massaged it with her thumb. Then she lowered her head again and sucked lovingly on Bette’s nipple.

    Bette squeezed her hand around a fistful of Helena’s dark curly hair, as she writhed.

    She felt an oozing between her legs as she moaned and thrust herself into Helena’s mouth.

    “Not here. I want to take my time,” Helena objected, pulling away.

    “No, you’re in a hurry to get my pussy.”

    “No, you’re in a hurry for me to get it,” Helena grinned. “I don’t want to take advantage of you,” she added, as Bette’s cheek caressed hers.

    “You’re not. I promise. Now get me home. Post haste.”

    “Are you going to be sorry in the morning?” Helena asked, as she swung slowly back and pressed herself reluctantly into her seat and took hold of the ignition key.

    “I guess we’ll find out.”

    It was quite apparent that Bette was excited about getting some new pussy.

    And Helena was overjoyed to help her.

    One thing was sure though, neither woman wanted to utilize a metaphoric scoop.

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    Comments

    1. LAUGHS. Oh my gawd. Get me home, post haste. That was so funny! I loved that, zheese! ((: You are such a talented storyteller. I’m really loving this one! ((: You really crack me up. Laughs. This is definitely one of my favorites right now. PPS!

    2. Good tip, worth the wait. Now zheese, I want you to use your influence with Peggy to convince her that she wants ME to put charges on her accounts, OK? I like where this is going and you can use all the pussy jokes you want, but please, can all that doody with the litter box, post haste! Please, for me?

    3. Post Haste (LOL) I’m suprised these two were able to pull themselves apart long enough to agree that they need to not hook up in a car. Can’t wait to read what happens next…PPS!

    4. Hi Zheese, Great to have Bette and Helena move it on to a physical plasuring of each other. Helena in charge is arousing and Bette is learning to let go and enjoy the benefits of an experienced lover. Can’t wait for more. Many thanks from Your Loyal Fan.

    5. Hey you! Now you really surprised but I guess we can expect that from you huh, should’ve known :) I loved it sweetie it was wonderful and humorous and I definitely loved Bette’s line : take me home post haste haha that’s one to remember. Thanks for posting sweetie, now come up with the next one ….. post haste please

    6. hey beautiful :) long time no see. always the big question,right?! *what do you want?*… for now… more of your words… pleeeeease. ps: this one word.. tzzzz :P

    7. Hello my most beautiful lady… OUCH my commment was eaten :P… as I was saying before I was so rudely eaten… each and every word you write is filled with so much passion… love… desire. You create worlds within each word that brings the reader to the edge of fantasy into a world that they would dream to hold within their souls… every time you enter the room with your exquisite stories you bring a sense of untold romance that is so powerful… your sense of humor is LOL funny I couldn’t control myself… you inspire me my friend… with your words and your friendship… Mucho love and hugs, JC/Justin (Latin Nephew to those Salsa Angels)

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