Bette had been surprised to get the telephone call. Now, as she stood outside the door to #4, poised to knock, it still seemed like a dream. A few light raps and the door swung open. A hand reached out and pulled her inside.

In a flurry of movement she found herself inside and pressed up against the door. “You actually came.”

Despite the flushed skin and the disheveled look, or maybe because of it, Bette found Tina incredibly enticing. She only hoped that when Tina left her the message, “come here,” that it meant more than “come here my drain is stopped up” or “come here, I think the shelf paper needs changing”, or even “come here and smell this stuff in the refrigerator, I think it’s gone bad.”

No, “come here” had always been special words between them, always meaning at least once, and Bette hoped against hope that they would stay this way.

Now, as she gazed up and down Tina’s gravid, yet luscious, form. She really hoped that the message meant what she really hoped it meant.

“You left me a message,” Bette explained, by way of stating the obvious.

Tina pushed in closer, relatively, given her girth. “I have a request.”

Bette couldn’t help but peek down the front of Tina’s robe. Well, in a literal sense, she could help it, but she’d be damned if she wasn’t going to go for any cheap peek she could get. It was all Bette could do to keep her hands pasted to her sides. “Ok.”

“You might not like it.”

While Bette hoped to decide for herself what she might or might not like, she knew she did like the way Tina’s eyes were assessing her body, as if she was ready to melt the Stella McCarthy right off her back, if possible, by force of will. “I’m listening.”

“I miss you, Bette.”

Those few words made Bette’s heart flutter with joy.

“But I can’t be with you, as we were.”

And these several words Bette found to be sub-par, since they didn’t advance at all towards either reconciliation or mind-blowing *****. “I don’t understand.” Which was probably the most truthful thing Bette had said to anyone for a long while.

“I want something different.”

Bette was somewhat indifferent about this little phrase since it was meaningless without context. “What?”

It was then that Bette saw the shadow rising behind Tina, and the hand that snaked over her shoulder.

“I want you both.”

Those words came close to turning Bette’s stomach, as she looked beyond Tina and saw a scantily clad Helena Peabody.

Tina loosened the top of her robe, letting it fall open, displaying more of herself than Bette had, literally, ever seen before. “I want you now.”

“I” While Bette could have then spent several seconds reflecting on how she often used the pronoun ‘I’ to begin a sentence, instead she found herself concentrating on Tina’s tongue, which was currently within her mouth, and Tina’s body, which wasn’t yet in her mouth, but she was having serious thoughts that it should be.

Bette tried to go through an entire cost/benefit analysis of why she should participate in Tina’s little scheme, versus the downside of saying no and leaving. But the benefit of intimacy with Tina seemed to be trumping every other factor. Even, oddly enough, Helena Peabody.

Knowing that actions do speak louder than words, Bette let her hands start to do the talking as they roamed Tina’s body. She became introduced to entirely new dimensions of her wife.

Tina backed away from Bette, heading towards the bedroom. Bette eagerly followed, keeping her focus on Tina.

Even with the granny panties, which Bette was looking forward to removing, she couldn’t believe how unbelievably hot she was finding Tina.

In the bedroom there was another right turn into the surreal. Not only did Bette have the chance to remove Tina’s granny panties, but Bette noticed that Helena had gotten herself naked and slipped into the far side of the bed.

While one to blaze her own trail rather than following the crowd, naked and in bed with Tina did seem to be the concept for this little foray. With that, Bette eagerly doffed her suit and aided in the creation of a Tina sandwich.

Laying on her side, Tina was facing Bette, which Bette greatly appreciated. Tina took hold of Bette’s hand and, after kissing the palm, guided it lower, in between her warm, wet, inviting folds.

“This is for you,” Tina whispered.

Bette smiled at how unbelievably wet Tina was at this point.

Then Tina turned her head. “It’s for you, too.”

Suddenly, Bette felt a long arm reaching over her, and a hand between her and Tina, massaging one of Tina’s *****. But she really couldn’t maintain her position with Tina, kissing Tina, and avoid the Helena hand.

So Bette tried to pretend that somehow, with the pregnancy, Tina had just grown a few extra hands and was helping to service herself. Sure, it was a weird thought, but a ***** of a lot better than the reality of being in bed with Helena ‘demon spawn’ Peabody.

It was a lot harder to keep up the mental fiction when Tina rolled onto her back, and Bette found herself vying for mouthspace, even on Tina’s incredibly ample *****, with Helena.

When both Bette and Helena found their mouths on the same breast, Tina moaned louder than Bette had ever heard. At first she thought that she had done something to hurt Tina, or there was some odd pregnancy-related thing she didn’t know about.

But then she looked over at Tina’s brown eyes, and realized that her interactions with Helena were making her wife incredibly turned on.

Telling herself how much this was for Tina, Bette let her lips and tongue meet those of the demon spawn yet again, as both worked on one breast, and then the other.

But it didn’t take long before Bette realized that there was another place to play where it’d be tougher for Helena to share, and she worked her way down under the covers and positioned herself between Tina’s legs, letting her mouth take over for her hand.

That was almost the perfect spot. Not only was she once again ***** her wife, but the baby bump made it next to impossible to see what Helena might be doing to Tina. Bette could pretend that all of Tina’s reactions were solely due to her own actions.

And that version of the fiction lasted for at least several seconds, until Bette felt a hand, and she honestly wasn’t sure whose hand, grab one of her hands, and move it to Helena’s core.

Here, for Bette, came a huge dilemma. First, it might have been Tina directing her actions. For that, Bette was willing to do most anything. However, it could have been Helena. At that point, Bette had to decide if it was Helena acting as an independent agent, or Helena acting to turn on Tina, at which point it would be something like the first scenario.

It was about where when it all became obvious that flowcharting while eating out your wife was a really, really, tough thing to do.

Added to the ‘why am I ***** Helena’ thoughts was the fact that, when push came to shove, Bette really liked ***** another woman. Even if that woman was the demon spawn, Bette certainly couldn’t not leave her satisfied. After all, not only did Bette have to show Tina what she was missing, but she had to make Helena understand that, too.

Somewhere, during all this musing, Tina came. Hard. She screamed something that didn’t quite sound like Bette, and didn’t quite sound like Helena, but was more in the “Belina” or “Betina” range. Then again, it was difficult for Bette to hear with her ears covered by Tina’s thighs.

Seconds after Tina came, Bette decided that Helena might have come. But, more important, she didn’t really care if Helena came or not.

Wiping on the way up, She climbed back to meet up with her wife.

Tina looked spent, and happy.

Helena looked, well, Bette looked back to Tina.

Tina rolled onto her other side, facing Helena. Bette spooned against her at first, and then started to grind against her.

“Oh baby, you haven’t done that for a while,” Tina moaned, feeling Bette’s wetness.

Bette didn’t think this was the proper time to point out that part of the reason that she hadn’t done this, or anything, for a while was the fact that Tina had moved out and wouldnt speak to her. Again, that’d be too much thinking when such brainpower was better spent enjoying the sensation of grinding against Tina.

As Bette worked up to her own climax, she let her free hand roam Tina’s body, returning to the ample and voluptuous *****. Bette felt a small twinge of jealousy, and realized that their baby was going to be one lucky little child.

Tina was moaning something, but Bette didn’t quite understand this, either. She was too lost in the occasion of her *****. Far too lost to even care who might be sucking on her fingers.

Sometimes, it’s just *****, and that’s all that matters.

Then again, Bette knew she’d feel differently if Tina hadn’t been in the middle.

For herself, Tina rolled back towards Bette. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“This was bizarre.” Bette responded. Then, seeing Helena moving on the far side of Tina, she corrected herself. “This is bizarre.”

“I know,” Tina agreed. “But you know why it is, why we’re all here?”

Bette was pretty sure it had something to do with *****. As such, it was an ok reason for her.

“It’s because one of those goofy fanfic writers is obsessing, again, about me, and about the show.”

“They do that?” Bette wondered.

“Baby, you’re in bed with Helena Peabody.”

As if Bette wanted to be reminded of that. “And?”

“And we’re all fictional characters.”

Bette smiled. “So this is safe *****.”

“Personally,” Tina confided, I think it’s a little wacked. “But don’t tell the writer.”

“I promise.” Bette sighed.

And with that, she felt Tina’s gentle breathing as the three of them drifted towards sleep.

But somehow, Bette knew that somewhere, some fanfic writer had some explaining to do. This so-called story was just some sensational bit written as a cheap ploy to see if she could get people to comment.

The real question for Bette, Tina, and even for Helena Peabody, who suddenly found themselves feeling deeply about such topicsdid such cheap ploys work?

(I dunno, did it? I’m ending it in any case.)

(And after I post it, I might disavow any knowledge of this one.)