Fan Fiction
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Summer Nights
Bette: “What is it I do?”
Samantha: “Yeah.”
Bette: “UmI guess Iwell. I do what a woman does with a man, just with a woman. It’s not much different.”
Samantha seemed to be listening and taking every word in. The heat from outside was penetrating the house and everything seemed steamy and moist.
Bette: “Aren’t you hot? You could turn on the AC.”
Samantha: “No I’m ok and Angelica was huddled in the corner of her bed like she was cold so I turned it off.”
Bette: “Oh, Ok”
Samantha was still on her own topic.
Samantha: “So everything’s the same? The kissing, the touching, the ahsex?’
Samantha said sex in almost a whisper.
Bette: “Yes actually it is. Only difference is there’s noahmale anatomy. But there are ways around that?”
Samantha: “Hm.”
She seemed to be deep in thought at this point. She was really curious about Bette.
Bette: “Ok well let me walk to you across the street. It’s late.”
Samantha seemed hesitant to leave but got up as Bette held the door open for her. It was twice as hot outside as it was inside. The moonlight lit up the summer’s night beautifully. The two walked rather slowly across the street. Bette walked slowly out of fatigue. Sam walked slowly because she was contemplating her next move.
They walked down the driveway and round the back of the house. The entire house was dark and the neighborhood was quiet. They approached the door.
Bette: “Ok. Home safe?”
Samantha: “Yes thank you.”
Bette reached in her pocket and handed Samantha $45. It seemed like a fair wage for 6 hours work.
Samantha: “Oh no, you don’t have to.”
Bette: “Oh no please. I know it’s not much but you’re going to college soon. Every little bit counts.”
Samantha: “Alright well thank you.”
Bette: “Your welcome and thank you again for coming at such short notice. It was a life saver.”
Samantha: “Anytime”
Bette: “Ok well night.”
Samantha: “night”
Samantha turned to walk in the door and Bette watch that she made it in. Before Samantha made it in the house she spun around and planted a single peck on Bette’s lips then spun around and again and disappeared into the house before Bette could get a word out. Bette was shocked. She didn’t know how to handle this situation.
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nice story… loving someone younger or older is definitely my thing, never fancied anybody of my own age… hope bette enjoyed this fling.
That was cool, very cool! Please write more these stories, ain’t nothing wrong with older/young love!
A little “Mrs. Robinson,” eh?? LOL. Nice!
Wonderful story – I really enjoyed it – thanks for writing
“And here’s to you, Mrs. Robinson…” LOL I actually enjoyed reading this very much. After all, who am I to be judgemental about the age difference? When I was 18 I slept with two different women, both in their middle 30’s. When I was 24 I lived with a woman who was 42, so this actually brought back sweet memories to when it was me trying to convince the older women that it was okay to go with what felt good!! LOL Thanks for the memories…”And here’s to you Mrs. Robinson, Jesus loves you more than you will know…wo wo wo.”
Yeah totally Mrs. Robinson…..great stand alone….please post more off these….