“I didn’t know you’d be home so soon,” Bette laughed, playfully slapping Tina’s hands away as she held the pen tightly in her balled-up fist. “Tina – I really can’t focus. Please … just give me an hour with this.” When she felt Tina’s hands snaking underneath her stomach, she gasped again and chuckled. “Half an hour! … Half an hour. Please … I just need to think for a minute.”

Tina moaned again, knowing that while she should heed Bette’s advice, she didn’t want to ignore the desire that gave her shivers. She wanted to act on it, and she wanted to be mischievous. After all, it wasn’t often that she and Bette played during such stressful moments. She felt like a schoolgirl with Bette, playing with her while they should be working. And with a smile, she slowly laid on top of Bette and slid her hands up the soft skin underneath the tight shirt, grazing her thumbs over the sides of Bette’s breasts.

“What are you doing?” Bette laughed, squirming under Tina as she dropped the booklet in her hands and Tina’s hands were pulled from her. “T … I already told you. I love the attention, hunny. I do. But this needs to be done for tomorrow, and I’ll be too rushed tomorrow morning to finish any of it.”

Bette was too appetizing, but Tina knew what to say to have her wife relax again. “Alright, alright.”

Chuckling, Bette shook her head and bit at the tip of her pen again so she could get back to work. However, when Tina laid beside her and watched her with lust, she had a feeling it wouldn’t be so easy. She tried not to smile at how devious her young wife could be.

Tina gently bit her lip, fingering the bottom of Bette’s panties while she watched the look on her lover’s face.

“Stop it!” Bette giggled again, moving onto her side as she kept Tina’s hands from her body. “T …”

“Bette,” Tina mimicked, lovingly of course. She licked at the corner of her mouth as her smile grew.

“Do I need to change?” Bette chuckled, shuffling over to the other end of the bed. “What has gotten into you?”

Tina was becoming more open with her desires, and Bette fully supported that, but this was different. She had work to do.