She kicked the covers off of her, suddenly feeling very warm. She let her fingers creep beneath her panties and through her trimmed pubic hair.  She slid one finger, so slowly, down the length of her clit.  She stopped to assess exactly how wet she had become; she was absolutely dripping.  She sighed at the feel of her finger rimming her own opening.

            Tina felt slight movements on the bed, and opened her restless eyes.  From where she lay, tucked underneath Bette’s arm and facing down the bed, she knew that Bette probably couldn’t see her eyes.  In the direct line of her view, she watched as Bette’s hand slid down her stomach.  Tina’s eyes were glued open as her stomach fluttered with the strength of a million butterflies. 

            She watched the hand slide under the pants, and, presumably, the panties.  All she could see was the bulge of Bette’s hand through her pajama bottoms.  Slowly, the hand started moving.  Tina felt like she might explode.  Or die.  Or die as the result of exploding.  This was driving her crazy.  Moving so fucking slowly, but moving nonetheless.   

            She watched as the tepee made by Bette’s knuckles flattened out, and she used her imagination to realize that Bette must be inside herself.  God, she’s fucking herself.  She felt a flood of wetness leave her own body, potentially drenching her own sleep pants.  Her hands were balled up into fists trying to contain herself.

            Bette had indeed slid a finger inside herself.  She inched her legs apart slowly and soundlessly.  She couldn’t believe how wet she was.  She closed her eyes and inched her finger effortlessly inside, to the first knuckle, then the second, and finally all the way to the third.  She did this a few times before bringing that deliciously wet finger up to her hard and protruding clit.  Bette tried to bite back the sigh that was inevitably going to leave her lips. 

            Tina did all she could to remain an observer without blowing her cover, but it was becoming increasingly difficult.  She watched as the hand beneath the fabric made circular motions, big and then smaller.  She heard a small hissing noise come from Bette’s mouth and slowly looked up at her without disturbing her. 

            She saw that Bette had her eyes closed.  She studied her face for a moment.  Her lips were parted, her eyes were squinted shut, and Tina thought she had never looked more beautiful. 

            Maybe there’d be other chances. Maybe there wouldn’t.  To Tina, this seemed like as good a time as any.

            Slowly she lifted herself up onto her elbow and scooted close to Bette.  Bette, feeling the weight shift on the bed, immediately stilled her hand and closed her eyes, hoping that Tina didn’t just catch her in this most compromising of positions.  She thought she would be sick from the embarrassment.

            After a second, Bette felt a touch on her stomach and her eyes jolted open.  She saw Tina, partly leaning over her, looking only at the hand she had just placed on Bette’s abdomen.  With her eyes following her own movements, Tina slid her hand gently down to the waistband of Bette’s pants.  Finally, she slipped her hand inside. 

            At first, it got tangled up with Bette’s hand.  Tina pulled Bette’s out from her pants to give herself more room.

            “What are you doing?” Bette whispered.

            Finally, Tina looked up at her.

            “I have no idea,” she answered honestly.  “But I’ve been wanting to do it for a really long time.”

            With that, Tina reached down and slid her fingers through Bette’s warm, wet sex for the very first time.

TBC