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    It Takes A Village: Belena/helbette is Hot, let me count the ways…

    Helena stood to the side of the dancefloor, watching Bette walk back towards her. It was something extremely sexy about watching Bette in a rage. The passion in her eyes, in words, and in her body was phenomenal. Helena couldn’t wait to bed this woman. She needed to feel that passion radiating through her, inside her, and all over her. She watched how every step Bette made seemed calculated and formulated to be the sexiest step she’d ever taken, sexier than the step before it, and to make Helena drool all over her. Bette placed her body against Helena’s, so close she could smell her arousal.

    "Are you coming home with me?" Bette asked.

    "Of course."

    Bette took Helena’s hand in her own and walked her out of the Planet and to the parking lot. Helena pressed Bette against her car, running her hands against Bette’s skin, her lips making marks against her throat and collarbone. They had to stop before someone saw them, before they couldn’t wait for a bed.


    Sit still

    And close your eyes

    What’s behind the other door?


    On the drive to Bette’s home, Helena couldn’t keep her hands off Bette. She rubbed her thigh, inching her way under her sweathirt. Bette’s thighs began opening to Helena against her will. Helena ran her hand gently against the lace material of Bette’s thong. Hot, wet, perfect. Through the thin material, Helena could feel Bette’s mound pulsating against her hand, her clit hardening to the point of protrusion.


    No more silence

    Don’t kill this thing we’ve got called love

    Just searching for the perfect drug


    Bette thanked God she hadn’t caused a crash when she pulled into her driveway. The women made it into the house. Bette neglected to lock the door upon entry. She didn’t care to. All she cared about was getting this woman to her bedroom as fast as possible. Helena took a seat on the couch and looked Bette’s body up and down. She was amazing. Helena stood up and raised her own shirt over her head and unbuttoned her jeans. In a very short time her clothes were in a pile on the floor.

    "Strip for me, Bette. Slowly." Helena resumed her stationary position on the couch. She opened her thighs to Bette. She wanted her to see what she was doing to her.

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    1. aw hey, i’m feeling sheepish now for not commenting sooner on a new belena story. i think i kept missing this one…but thanks for reminding us all of the great and divine wonders of this potential couple…cool, pps!

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