Tina put down the script she was reading and ran her hand fondly through Bette’s tangle of soft curls. The brunette moaned quietly and adjusted her head to a spot further up Tina’s lap, closer to the gentle rise of the bottom of Tina’s belly, which finally started to bulge.

The blonde picked up the remote control, pointed it at the wide flatscreen hanging on the opposite wall.  She clicked to the page displayed on the screen that allowed her to control temperature and light settings in the room. Tina selected the one that dimmed all the lights, save for a recessed one just before the door and set the temperature to a comfortable 72 degrees.

Peter’s “farm” was filled with the latest in home electronics, and she and Bette had loved the way Peter had combined classic Americana with modern luxe all throughout, no expense spared. At one point, earlier that evening, before they’d all left for the polo field, Tina had jokingly asked Peter if both Ralph Lauren and Apple had been consulted about the interiors of the equestrian estate.  Peter shrugged his shoulders with a small smile, leaving Tina wondering even more if that had indeed been the case.

Bette was still stirring restlessly, making other adjustments, at first tightening her arms wrapped around Tina, embracing her intensely, and then loosening them. After a few minutes, the brunette shifted again, facing up, still using Tina’s lap as a pillow, her body loosely perpendicular across the California king-sized water bed, lying in the middle of the bed.  She tossed aside the blanket Tina had covered her with, eyes still shut, chasing the deep sleep that continued to elude her, despite her physical exhaustion.

After several more minutes of this, Tina decided to take matters into her own hands.

She slid her hands under Bette’s tank top, fluttering touches at first, over the tops of the brunette’s breasts. Then she grazed her fingertips over the warm, satin skin of the valley between those breasts.  The brunette arched up slightly in response.  With a smile, Tina splayed her fingers open and gently grabbed fistfuls of those alluring breasts, licking her lips as she squeezed them, enjoying the feel of the soft and silky smooth skin that covered them, thinking for the umpteenth time that the weight of them felt wonderfully perfect in her hands.