Friday – Moring – The Planet

It was pedagogical conference on the kids’ school so they joined the morning breakfast. Helena and Bette were sitting next to each other, holding hands under the table. Once in a while, they smiled sweetly at one another. Helena even winked once. Bette couldn’t hide a small smile appearing on her face. Slowly, Bette let go of Helena’s hand and began rubbing up and down her lovers leg, always going a little higher. Helena’s eyes whidned in surprise and she got a little red.

“hey, Hel are you okay?” Shane asked, smirking. She knew what Bette’s hand was doing. Helena tried to speak but her voice failed. She koched and then tried again. “I’m fine.” Her voice sounded lower than usual and Tina looked up. She knew that tone from some years ago. She decided to not react. Bette was trying to suppress a smile creping on her face. She moved her hand so it was cupping Helena’s center. The raven haired woman gasped.

“Sure you are okay?” Alice asked. “Yeah, I am.” Helena said. Bette knew she was driving her lover crazy and she loved it. She moved her and up and down. Suddnely, Helena stood up. “Gotta go to the toilette.” She said and walked away. “I’ll go check on her.” Bette said and followed Helena. The woman just stepped into a toilet stall and wanted to close the door when Bette stopped it with her hand and moved in after Helena. She locked the door and smiled at her love.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” Bette asked with a grin. Helena gave her a false dirty look. “You know you’ve been bad Porter.” Bette stuck out her tongue. “You love it.” She said before kissing Helena and pushing the woman’s skirt up. She pushed her against the door and kissed her hard. Helena moaned and laid her arms around Bette’s neck. Bette pulled Helena’s paties to the side and rubbed her girlfriend’s wet pussy. “Oh, yeah…” Helena moaned. Bette placed one hand under Helena’s ass cheek and the raven haired woman wrapped her lags around Bette’s waist. Bette slipped two fingers inside of Helena and moved in and out, every time Helena’s butt banged against the door. Bette buried her face in the crook of Helena’s neck and kissed her there while the other woman’s head was tilted backwards, allowing Bette more space. Soon, Bette felt Helena spasming around her fingers. “Oh, BETTE!” The Brit almost screamed. Bette kept moving in and out making her come again. Then she pulled her fingers out and let Helena stand back on her feet while she licked her fingers clean. Helena wanted to say something when they heard Alice calling.