Harmony clamped her eyes shut as the hand languidly traced its way down her torso and beyond.  The long slender finger parting her lips and easing into her wet core as a soft gasp escaped her lips.  Her back arched as the finger began to make slow, tight circles around her clit.  She would whimper when that finger would “mistakenly” brush over the more sensitive tip.  Her hips began to follow an inaudible rhythm as the finger began to speed up its cadence.  Before she knew it two fingers were thrust inside her.  She let out a moan as the fingers moved in and out of her gong deeper and deeper with each pass.  She felt herself slowly begin to lose control.  It wasn’t, however, her physical composure she was losing.  It was emotional.  Hot tears began to escape the sides of her eyes.  She removed her hand from herself confident that an orgasm was not in her horizon.  She didn’t even know why she was doing that was she was.  Well actually she did…

Bette:  “Babe, great news.” 

She said excitedly as she came in the house.  She quickly discarded her briefcase and coat on the chair in the bed room.

Harmony:  “Hello to you too.”

Bette:  “I’m sorry.”

Kiss

Bette:  “Hi”

Harmony:  “I really just wanted that kiss.”

Smile

Harmony:  “So tell me this news already.”

Bette:  “Well the University of Nevada is implementing this new art program.  They want to be able to compete with some of the other big universities in the country.  So they’re holding a symposium next week asking reps from top schools in the country to come join them.  NYU,  Michigan State, and….UCLA.  And guess who they chose to represent the university?”

Harmony:  “Hmmmm, that’s a tough one.  If I had to guess it would probably be the Dean, he really knows his stuff….”

She was cut off by a pillow being tossed in her direction.  She feigned ignorance.

Harmony:  “Well I’m at a loss.  Who then?”

Bette:  “Me!”

Harmony:  “I never had a doubt.  Congrats babe!”

Harmony congratulated her with a hug.

Bette:  “So the conference starts Monday and ends Friday.”

Harmony:  “Cool.  So which day are you going?”

Bette:  “All of them.  Can you believe it?  I’m like a key note speaker because of my work with the CAC.”