The week flew by, Kit was buzzing around, handing out orders to Bette and Tina. Going over and over again every detail. Bette and Tina just endured it with smiles on their faces.
Once Kit had left for the John Leno show, Bette and Tina could relax. Work carried on at the Planet on schedule.

But Bette and Tina were finding being around each other with out Kit to chaperone increasingly difficult. Bette arrived home from the Planet exhausted. She didn’t know how Tina did it. So many phone calls to suppliers, always talking to the builders and technicians, and then there was being around Tina too.
Bette dropped her purse and keys at the door. She walked to the back of the house and into her bedroom. She sat on her bed, head in hands. She thought back through the day. Not thinking about the Planet, but about Tina. Many times during the day, Bette and Tina’s hands had met. The electricity between them was intense and Bette was sure that Tina could feel it too. Bette could still smell the shampoo Tina had used that morning, could still feel Tina’s essence on her like a cloak. Bette got up off the bed and stripped off her clothes. She walked up the hall to the bathroom and turned on the shower.
She checked the temperature of the water. Satisfied she stepped in.
The water pounded down on to Bette’s skin, releasing the mounting tension in her body. Thoughts of Tina came flooding to her mind. Her smile, those deep blue eyes. The way that they looked deep into Bette’s soul. Bette groaned with pleasure as her body reacted to the thought’s of Tina.
She ran her hands down over her breasts, feeling the curve of them on the palms other hands. Her thumbs circled her deep dark nipples. She closed her eyes imagining it was Tina’s hands on her body. Her nipples hardened to her touch, and she squeezed them between her thumbs and forefingers. She could feel her clit pulsating between her thighs. She ran her hand over her silky smooth skin of her stomach, all the while a picture of Tina smiling at her in her mind. Her hand continued lower into her curls. Her fingers danced over her clit, feeling the wetness down there knowing it wasn’t the water from the shower, but her own bodily fluids.
Bette entered her wetness with two fingers, knowing her body well, she found her G spot, and began rhythmically pumping her fingers in to her wet pussy.
Grabbing her breasts with the other hand, tweaking her nipples, sending pleasure sensations down her body. Bette leans her face against the wall of the shower, the water pounding her back. The rhythm of her fingers increasing tempo and she pounds them into her body. She reaches a shuddering climax, giving her pussy a few more tweaks before she pulls her fingers clear of her wet drenched hole.
Bette: (wow, that’s three times this week, god she drives me crazy, I don’t know how long I can carry on like this. I need her body badly)