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    The Devil Wears A Red Bra

     

    The ride was particularly silent.  Bette sat in contemplation.  What was she doing here, in this woman’s car?  Why was she here when she had a woman at home that she hurt in such a terrible way?  Shouldn’t she be at home, trying to patch things up?

     

    No.  Because Tina wasn’t listening to her pleas, as she should.  Because Tina never answered her phone calls.  She needed to not think about Tina, just this once.  She wanted to think of herself.

    Helena’s mind was racing.  Would she have normally been attracted to Bette?  Yes, there was no doubt there, but there was more to it.  There was something about possessing her: the woman that had her mother so smitten.  It meant more than to fuck her senseless.  It meant to take her, have her, and be able to claim her, even for just one night.

     

    It felt like it took only mere seconds for them to reach the penthouse.  Helena opened the door and as she closed it, she felt Bette’s arms around her waist and her hands tugging at her shirt.

     

    She wouldn’t lie.  Bette felt amazing against her body.  Her skin was smooth and she was warm.  She felt Bette’s nipples harden against her back and she knew she was in trouble.  Her breath hitched as she felt Bette lifting her shirt.  Her fingers ran against the skin of her stomach.

     

    Bette felt her own body react to Helena’s reaction.  Even in this intoxicated state, she liked this feeling, the feeling of having somebody’s body so close.  She could tell, by the sound of her breathing, that Helena wanted her.

     

    Helena turned around to look into Bette’s lustful and intoxicated eyes.  Keeping her eyes on Bette’s, she began taking the rest of her clothes off and then taking Bette’s off.  Bette watched as Helena’s red bra hit the floor.

     

    “Hmm…so the devil does wear red…” Bette mumbled too low for Helena to hear.

     

    “I want you.” Helena whispered, “Will you let me fuck you tonight?”

     

    “Only if I can fuck you first.”

     

    “I think that can be arranged.”

     

    Bette watched Helena, “I can’t believe I’m going to tell you this, but you’re fucking beautiful.”

    Comments

    1. I agree 100% with Zheese – it so should have happened this way. Helena could have flown out to LA to attempt to woo Bette. It would have created such an interesting parallel for her then to concede her loss of Bette while she pursued Tina. Wow! I so hope you continue this story…it just left me yearning for more.

    2. Yes yes yes, thumbs UP, hopes UP that it will continue..and that Helena and Bette continue too. No Helena and Tina! Tina was never good enough for Bette so she needs to go away and let Belena rule.

    3. I like this story so much that I decide to leave a comment to express my appreciation. In my opinion, this story could not only be a great one-off but an outstanding overture. I will be more than willing to read more update. Thanks for sharing, falling for devil is always entertaining.

    4. I love this because I always had this thought in my head as well….maybe if Bette would have seduced Helena not only would she have gotten that grant but she probably would own the CAC by now….we all know the way to Helena’s heart is to fuck her correctly.:)

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