Fan Fiction
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Summer Nights
Bette: “NoI cant! This is wrong.”
Samantha: “Bette its ok. I told you I’m mature enough to handle this.”
Bette: “Be that as it may, I can’t handle this. You have to go.”
Samantha: “But Bette”
Bette walked over to the door and held it open.
Bette: “Go Sam. I’m sorry.”
Samantha slowly and sadly exited Bette’s house.
Bette felt horrible the rest of the day and into nightfall. Even when Tina came to pick up Angelica, Bette couldn’t focus on what was going on around her. She sat in the house but decided that fresh air would do her good. So she went outside to the back patio. The sudden warm air in contrast to the cool artificial air of the house felt good against Bette’s skin. Bette went to the pool side lounge and sat down. She thought maybe she had been too harsh to Samantha but she had to make sure she understood that there could be no sexual activities between them. Bette closed her eyes and lay back. She could see nothing but Sam’s toned body and taste her sweet lips against her. She even went so far as to think she heard her.
Samantha: “Bette”
Bette thought she was going crazy until she opened her eyes and saw Samantha standing next to her.
Bette: “Sam? What are you doing here? Do your parents know your out?”
Samantha: “Actually, no but I had to see you”
Bette turned around and sat at the side of the lounge. Samantha sat closely next to her.
Samantha: “Bette II can’t stop thinking about you. And I know you said that a sexual relationship between us would be wrong but I still can’t let this go. I won’t stop until I experience you for myself.”
Bette: “Samantha I told you”
Samantha cut Bette off.
Samantha: “Shhhh. Don’t think, just feel.”
Samantha again leaned in to kiss Bette. Bette had been thinking about Samantha all day as well. This time Bette didn’t hold back. She grabbed the young girls cheek and kissed her passionately, like no woman or man had every kissed her before. The young girls tongue roamed Bette’s mouth hungrily. It reminded Bette of her sexual exploration days. Samantha again let out a moan of pleasure. She then broke the kiss.
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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….