Written by Ali Naro
Katie knew that she shouldn’t answer the door.
She knew that Belle just wanted to fuck and then she would be gone with the wind again, back to her “heterosexual” life with her beard of a husband to prove to the world and most importantly to her fans that she was all about men, men, MEN!
But Katie answered the door anyway, knowing full-well that Belle would just fuck her and then very quickly afterward abandon her again; coming up with a million and one excuses why she suddenly needed to leave right now this very second now that the fucking was done.
It was the hours and hours and days and days of fantastic nonstop endless fucking that got Katie to open her front door on the lonely Saturday afternoon and accept Belle’s full mouth and tongue immediately after the door closed so no one would catch them snogging the shit out of each other because God forbid any of Belle’s fans or anyone in general for that matter see the real her and not the fake persona she displayed to the world of a very happy and very heterosexual decades-long marriage with two well-adjusted kids and a dog.
The perfect life.
Except for the part where she and her husband couldn’t stand each other and only said snide, mean, bitter words to each other, and hadn’t slept in the same bed for years now and hadn’t had sex for even longer because they hated each other so much.
And the one kid who still lived at home with Mommy and Daddy even though he was in his 30s and had inherited his multi-million dollar trust fund from Mommy several years ago. But he was a momma’s boy and he wanted to stay home with Mommy even if he was 32 and single and still a virgin and could be out in the world doing whatever he wanted, mingling with people his own age and finding a mate and starting a family and life of his own. But instead, he continued to live at Mommy and Daddy’s house, staying home all day taking care of his little sister because Daddy was too drunk and miserable all the time to help. A little sister who was 20 years younger than him and only existed in their lives to save Mommy and Daddy’s crumbling, cold marriage.
But the extra late kid didn’t do the trick and Daddy sulked all day long about his acting career that never really quite took off, while Mommy was always off playing pretend far, far away for millions of dollars that she didn’t need because she just couldn’t stand to be at home with her grumpy, jealous husband. Not even the little girl that she insisted they adopt two and a half decades into their all-but-dead marriage couldn’t keep her at home. Belle found that she would rather just stay away from home because it made her so depressed about the lack of love she had for and from her partner even though the PR machine in Hollywood made sure that the only thing her fans and peers saw in the press was a beautiful love story…
The kiss from Belle was hard and cold and mean like Belle’s kisses always were when it had been a long time since she had been with Katie.
Nine months it had been since Belle was on the East Coast where Katie lived, this time filming yet another crappy, boring, monotonous TV movie of the week. Belle was TV royalty, queen of mostly quickly canceled but somewhat beloved sitcoms and shit tons of those immaturely childish and horribly awful TV movies of the week that used to be on the three major networks, but were now mostly on Lifetime and Hallmark cable channels because cable had gobbled up the big three networks a decade and a half before. Although, cable was getting ready to see its day as well thanks to streaming becoming a thing lately.
And because of the sudden need for more and more content to fill up these newfangled streaming services, Belle recently found her stardom taking an expected surge, her career catapulting into what the press was currently dubbing a “Renaissance” even though she was mostly only guest-starring in so-so sitcoms and playing bit parts in mediocre movies. She was an elderly woman in Hollywood who always had a gig and that just never happened, so a Renaissance it was to that hypocritical town of selfish, self-centered, narcissist assholes.
Belle could have been movie royalty as well instead of only being crowned an MVP of TV, but she married her closet case actor husband just as her career was taking off and his was winding down. Kind of like A Star Is Born except his depression and alcoholism from his wife being eons more successful than him had a lot less Oscar-worthy melodrama and a lot more childish bickering and picking on each other like they were brother and sister instead of husband and wife.
Although,
Belle’s husband didn’t seem to mind the shit tons of dough that his TV royalty wife brought home during their entire 30-plus years of marriage even if his wounded ego needed to drown in very expensive whiskey and illegally imported cigars every day to help him deal with his wife conquering Hollywood while he whimpered at it.
The projects he had been in during his “glory days” in Hollywood in the 1970s and 80s were of about the same quality and popularity as his wife’s endless IMDb stats. The only difference was he never once got offered a starring role in a major motion picture like Belle did time and again during her 40-year career. His jealous nature coerced Belle into turning down every single one of these major movie roles every single time she was offered them, giving her all manner of excuses why she couldn’t play the part –
“She’s just a whore,” was his excuse for Belle turning down the leady lady role in Bull Durham.
“Thelma is just a slut,” was his infamous comment when Belle was offered a starring role in Thelma and Louise.
“You’ll just get typecast as a serial killer,” was his excuse for Belle turning down the lead in Monster since she had played a similar character in a very bad TV movie of the week a decade before.
His excuses were pathetic and nonsensical and seemed to somehow always be about women being too sexual. But Belle would listen to his advice every single time no matter how badly she really wanted to play the part and how insane his excuses were not to, driving her agent and herself crazy with her insatiable need to please her man because God forbid he not be pleased and decide to leave Belle and then Belle would be,
GASP!
Single!
Belle’s worst fear was being single, even though for the last 22 years now she has had both a husband and a mistress, so she would never be single even if her husband did up and vanish without a trace at any moment like Belle always feared because Belle had also always assumed that Katie would always be there no matter what.
But Belle would never let the world know about Katie no matter what, and so if hubby finally found the balls to file for a divorce the world would see Belle as,
GASP!
Single.
How embarrassing!
But being in a couple with a woman?
Even more embarrassing than being single!
It didn’t matter how many millions Belle made from acting and how many trophies she won for playing pretend; Belle still had no self-confidence because her worst fears were being single and the world knowing that she preferred pussy to dick.
It wasn’t really her husband’s fault that his career never really took off like Belle’s. Their acting abilities were pretty equal, but unlike her husband, who was not pretty at all but instead leaned more on the homely side of things, Belle’s goddess-like beauty and “It Factor” like quality quickly attracted movie moguls once she got a gig co-starring every week in a sitcom during the beginning of her career. The movie studios very quickly came a calling, but her jealous hubby was not having a wife who was movie royalty when he had barely cracked into the TV world, so no, no, no he said to Belle playing parts that won Oscars for several of the actresses who ended up accepting the roles that Belle was forced to turn down because they didn’t have a piece of shit jealous husband telling them no.
Katie once said to Belle that she could have just told her jealous husband to stuff it, that she was doing the part anyway the next time he had her turn down a major role in a major film that could make her a major movie star. But Belle brushed off Katie’s advice, telling her that she didn’t understand because she wasn’t married to a man.
Katie’s only reply to that comment was,
“Thank God. It’s one of the great perks of being a lesbian.”
And that was why Katie and Belle didn’t talk much.
They didn’t seem to actually like each other very much.
But, oh God, they were very, very, very much attracted to one another.
Even now still after all of these years in a constant on/off affair, with Katie now hitting middle age and Belle now technically elderly since she turned 65 a few months before, they still just wanted to fuck and fuck and fuck each other for hours and hours and days and days, their physical, sexual attraction to each other was so viscerally intense.
The attraction between them was always there no matter how many fights they got into about breaking off the affair for good because Belle refused to ever come out of the closet or to even leave her husband who made her so miserable. Belle hated her attraction to women and hated even more her attraction to Katie. And Katie wasn’t real thrilled with her attraction to Belle either, although, she loved women and wasn’t ashamed in the least for the world to know it. So why in the hell she was in a two-decades-long relationship with a woman who was so deeply ashamed of who she really was and hated her love for women, Katie couldn’t understand.
Katie and Belle would get into all-out screaming matches about Belle forever being in the closet. But still, they would always have sex when they were done screaming at each other, too tired to go around in circles anymore about Belle’s closet case ways, yet too turned on not to exert physical energy they didn’t have into fucking for several hours to take the bitter taste of their latest argument out of their hearts.
And Katie did love fucking Belle.
Katie would fuck and fuck and fuck and fuck Belle for hours and hours and hours and hours at a time; loving every single solitary minute of Belle screaming and moaning and groaning and greedily begging for more, more, more!
It was a hell of an ego boost for Katie knowing she could please and turn on a woman that much sexually.
Belle needed orgasms badly all the time, but the only ones she ever got were from herself or when she couldn’t stand to be away from Katie any longer and would find herself accepting a job or looking forward to doing a press junket when these opportunities would find her on the East Coast. Belle never could resist taking a quick drive or plane ride to visit Katie since she was on the East Coast as well anyway...
And since Belle just happened to be on the East Coast too for a spell…
So…
Why not pop in for a quick visit?
Or really a quick fuck.
Belle would purposefully abandon her husband and two kids just so she could then go fuck another woman because she couldn’t stand being the only woman fucking her anymore...
And here she was again, back in Katie’s house, her mouth on Katie’s, clothes coming off as they kissed the life out of each other.
So violent their lovemaking always was, especially at first when it had been so long since they last kissed.
Maybe this was why they had this kind of relationship?
Always coming and going.
The time apart made for great sex when they came back together again.
Belle did love an adrenaline rush. It was one of the main reasons she loved acting, it was a constant adrenaline rush just like her affair with Katie.
But being a famous and still successful actress meant no way would Belle ever publically admit she was with a woman. No way would she ever say in an interview,
“I’m a bisexual woman in love with another woman.”
The only lesbians that Belle knew growing up were sad, bitter, lonely lesbians from movies and so Belle always promised herself never to be one of those women. Although, Katie pointed out to Belle on many occasions that Belle was sad, bitter, and lonely because she was in the closet like those loathed lesbians in old movies.
Belle’s miserable marriage to her husband was the main culprit for her being so sad, bitter, and lonely, but still, Belle could take her husband to a red carpet event; well that is when he would actually go with her, which was rare at best.
She could never take Katie to such an affair.
What would her fans think?
"Oh God…Oh God…Yes…Right there…," Belle said to Katie in between the hard, cold kisses as Katie reached inside of Belle’s underwear to caress her very swollen and needy and greedy clitoris.
Who the hell cared right now what her fans thought??!!
Katie rubbed and rubbed and rubbed as she sucked on Belle’s tongue.
Katie loved sucking on Belle’s long, perfectly pink tongue.
Rubbing and sucking…
Rubbing and sucking…
And then suddenly Belle came hard and fast right there in front of the closed front door, soaking her underwear and collapsing into Katie’s arms, the orgasm was so powerful. The first one was always breathtaking and crippling.
Katie held onto Belle as she heaved for breath and cried tears that she didn’t want to cry, confessing in between sobs to Katie how much she loved her and missed her. Katie was gentle with Belle then. This was the Belle that Katie loved. Sweet, kind, loving Belle who was just a sad, lost lesbian crying to be let out of the closet, but too afraid to open the door herself and walk out into the sunshine.
Katie tenderly kissed Belle’s forehead, took her by the hand, and guided her to Katie’s bedroom.
Katie knew that she shouldn’t open the door to the bedroom and take Belle to her room to spend hours and hours and days and days making violent, needy, greedy, insatiable love to her; but Belle was a beautiful movie star in the guise of TV royalty.
Could you say no to a woman who was more beautiful than Marilyn Monroe?
Could you say no to such beauty when it cried out for your love and your touch over and over and over again, year after year after year?
Neither could Katie.
Katie took Belle into her bedroom and closed the door knowing that in a few days, Belle would be gone with the wind again, promising no more…
But this wouldn’t be the last time that Belle would be back in Katie’s arms…
This wouldn’t be the last time that Katie would contemplate not opening the door to Belle…
Belle would always be back…
And Katie would always open the door to her…
The End
