Koibumi

by Hildred Billings

  “Fuck Mayumi! She’s weird!” Actually, Reina had fucked Mayumi. More than once. Most recently a couple of years ago. “And she knows shit about partying.” Reina turned to her wife now standing in the kitchen. “Ai-chan, don’t make dinner. We’re going out.”

  Chloe dropped her pen.

  * * *

  When it came to picking a lesbian hotspot to take Chloe to, there was only one that came to Reina’s mind.

  Max 30 was a medium-sized bar and partial nightclub taking up the first story of a prominent building lining Ni-chome’s main street. Over the years it had changed multiple hands and had multiple names, but it had always been one of the cornerstones of young lesbian depravity. As Reina got older she found herself less inclined to the bountiful energy, but with Chloe in tow that night, she knew it was the only place that would appeal to the young foreigner.

  “Holy shit!” She stood in the entrance, blue light shining upon her copper hair. “This place is nice!”

  The latest remodel was sleek, with a transparent bar and expressionist art lining the walls. Not that anybody could admire it, for all the lights were shut off save for the blue and green ones swirling around the main area. Half of Ni-chome’s younger generation was there, wearing short skirts and smoking stubby cigarettes. Every so often a young stud would try to flirt with one of them, and they would descend upon her like a pack of rabid hyenas. Ah, those were good days. Reina wondered if she still had that magnetic pull on a room full of femmes. Of course I do!

  “I’ll get you a drink.” The least she could do. “What do you like?”

  Chloe was already rocking her hips to the beat of a pounding dance song. “A rum and Coke, thanks!”

  Reina left her with Aiko and went up to the bar. Damn, the bartender was somebody new – somebody young. Reina prided herself on knowing most of the lesbian bartenders in Ni-chome. Thus, although the bartender recognized her based on her local fame, she didn’t know what drinks she usually got. Reina ordered a beer for herself, the rum and Coke for Chloe, and a gin and tonic for Aiko. She paid for the drinks and waited for them to be made.

  “Reina-san!”

  She jerked upright as the bartender delivered her beer. Standing beside her was the one “young stud” not being attacked from every direction by packs of young femmes.

  “Eh? What are you doing here?” She gestured her beer toward Haruka. “Where’s your girlfriend?”

  “Restroom. What are you doing here?”

  Reina shrugged. “It’s Saturday night. Why shouldn’t I be here?”

  Haruka remained silent. Probably remembering when we did it four months ago. God knew Reina remembered. Perfect tits. Not that anybody could tell under that heavy jacket she wore. Reina needed another drink to keep her from remembering Haruka’s breasts, bare, round, and beautiful. Too bad that ship would probably never come back into port again.

  The drinks appeared on the counter. Yet before Reina could figure out how to carry them plus her beer bottle, another body slumped between her and Haruka.

  “You!” Kaori draped across the counter, her nose red and movements languid. Look who’s drunk. Not that Reina blamed her. If she lost her job she’d probably drink half her life away too. “Look who’s here, Haruppo!”

  Reina blinked. “Haruppo?” When she saw Haruka cover her face in embarrassment, she nearly lost her shit. Oh, God, that’s hilarious! Thank the girlfriend gods Aiko had never given her a stupid nickname like that.

  Kaori slid over and placed one hand on Reina’s arm. How brazen! Never in their two years working together did the ex-secretary ever lay one finger on Reina’s person. “I never thought I would see you again…”

  “What? Why not? We already run into each other all the time in this neighborhood.” Unfortunately. It wasn’t good for Reina’s heart rate.

  Kaori released her and sat down. Her long black hair obscured her face in mats and loops. “I missed you, Reina-san.”

  “Eh?” Haruka jerked upright. “Did you call her by her first name?”

  Reina needed more beer for this shit. “Missed me? You’ve only been gone a week, Hanawa-san.” And a hectic week it was. Without a secretary – although she heard a new one was coming next week – the entire department filled the position in some manner. Reina had spent every day making coffee and tea when she wasn’t trying to get her own work done as well. “Besides, don’t you have a girlfriend to keep you preoccupied?”

  “Ah…I had school this week. And my part time jobs. This is the first time we’ve hung out all week, and she’s kinda…”

  “Please tell me we can still be friends!” Kaori latched onto Reina again, drunken tears falling down her face. “I don’t have many gay friends!”

  “Oi…”

  “Come on, Kao-chan, I’m sure she’s not here alone.” Why did Haruka say that with a melancholy sneer? Was she jealous? Maybe she wants some more of me. Reina wished.

  “Please call me Kaori from now on!” She bowed so deeply that she almost fell off her stool – Reina had to push her backward while Haruka grabbed a chunk of her hair. “It would mean a lot to me.”

  Hands free again, Reina tucked her beer bottle between two fingers and picked up the other glasses. “I’ll see you around, Kaori.” She nodded in sympathy to Haruka and mumbled, “Have fun,” before stealing back to her wife and foreigner.

  They were still waiting for her by the entrance, although Chloe was halfway into the dance area, surrounded by a cluster of Japanese femmes. They laughed at her accented Japanese while asking to play with her curly red hair and counting her freckles in the green lights. Aiko had to call her over to get her drink.

  “What took you so long?” she asked her spouse. “While you were gone I had two women try to pick me up. I had no idea what to do without you around to get jealous.”

  Reina handed them both their drinks. “Me? Jealous?” More like trying to figure out how to make that threesome happen. “I got stopped for a chat at the bar. Sorry.”

  “Mou,” Aiko said after a sip of gin, “you know everybody.”

  As it turned out, Reina really didn’t. Not in a place like this. I’m getting old. Once upon a time she could come to Max 30 and know everyone, or at least they knew her. Now she had to go to the bars for “older” lesbians to have that effect. The real star of the evening was Chloe, who discovered how many women really came to Ni-chome to get their gay groove on. As Aiko and Reina watched from the sidelines, the foreigner quickly became the center of a femme sandwich as all her new friends attempted to get down and dirty with her.

  “Let’s go someplace quiet,” Reina said, taking her wife’s hand.

  “Quiet” meant the next room over, full of couches, lower lights, and muffled dance music. The only other women in there were those dozing, playing on their phones, or having sleepy conversations with friends. Then there was the couple in the far corner playing tonsil badminton as if it was their last chance to do so. Good. That sort of public display of affection was still kosher around those parts.

  “Cheers.” Aiko clinked her glass against Reina’s beer bottle as they settled into another corner. She kicked her legs over Reina’s lap and leaned her head on her shoulder. Reina wrapped an arm around her and tucked her fingers beneath her wife’s chest. She used her free hand to empty her beer into her throat.

  “Maybe we should ditch the gaijin and go somewhere we’re more familiar with,” Reina mused. She tickled Aiko’s ribs.

  She tsked at her. “That would be rude. Besides, I’d rather get some dinner and go home.”

  “Eh? And do what there?”

  Aiko put her drink on a table. “This.” She leaned in and kissed her spouse, hands cupping Reina’s chin and cheeks.

  If that other couple’s badminton skills took them to the national championships, then Reina and Aiko’s were the opposing team who took home the trophy. Reina promptly forgot the other women in the room and threw herself into a hot and heavy make-out session in their little corner. The t
aste of gin rolled over her tongue as her hands searched for Aiko’s breasts beneath her blouse.

  “Mou, Reina…” She only took a long enough break from kissing to speak. “You naughty, naughty woman.”

  That only served to make her more brazen.

  Were it not for a high-pitched laugh echoing from the other side of the room, they may have gone past second base in their own world. Reina pulled herself away from her wife to see what was going on. Turned out a woman spilled her drink all over her dress. By then Aiko was crawling out of her spouse’s embrace and shaking her empty glass. Silently they agreed to get another round of drinks.

  A dance party was going on in the main room – bodies huddled together and jumped in time to the latest dance tune, hair flying and shrieks cumulating. Reina took Aiko by the hand and approached the bar.

  Her stomach jumped into her throat.

  Haruka still sat at the bar, but Kaori was not in sight. Instead she was flanked by Chloe, who surrounded Haruka as if she were her girlfriend. That twinkle in Chloe’s eyes was universal all right – and that uncomfortable squirm on Haruka’s face told more tales about her conflicting want to flirt back and to honor her relationship than Reina was ever supposed to know. Great. Here comes the dyke drama.

  “Oi, you better back away from this one,” she said, coming up behind Chloe. “She’s got a girlfriend.”

  Chloe turned with a start, her gaping mouth a perfect round O. “I know! It’s not like that.” She patted Haruka on the shoulder, who cleared her throat and kept her eyes on the bar. “I was asking her how her and Kaori’s essays were coming along.”

  Beside Reina, her wife clasped her chest and almost dropped her glass. “You’re doing it too?” she asked Haruka.

  The girl waved her hand as if it weren’t a big deal. “Maybe. I don’t know. I’m not much of a writer.”

  “That’s what I was trying to get her to do! Aiko, you have to convince her to do it!”

  “Ehh?” Aiko took a step behind Reina. The latter had to laugh. She’s finally making things interesting. She supposed there was an upside to a foreigner’s brashness and inability to honor personal space: evening entertainment. As long as Reina wasn’t the subject, of course.

  Chloe took Aiko’s hand and shook it with ferocity. “It’s important for there both to be a young voice and an older voice! I want to hear from lesbians who are starting out on their road to love, and those starting out on the road to retirement!”

  “The road to…”

  “…Retirement?”

  Haruka grabbed a beer bottle and got the hell out of there.

  “Excuse us.” Aiko looped her arm around Reina’s, who deposited their empty glassware on the bar. “We need to go have a chat.”

  When Aiko got that tone in her voice, Reina knew better than to ask what they were up to. So she let her wife drag her across the main room, where Chloe was instantly absorbed back into the main fray of flighty femmes. Maybe they’ll make her their mascot. Reina didn’t have much more time to think about it before Aiko opened a door and hauled them both inside.

  “Really?” Reina bumped into a wall as Aiko slammed and locked the door behind them. “The god damned toilet?”

  Aiko also slammed the toilet lid down. The whole room was a tiny closet even compared to their toilet rooms at home – the two of them took up all the available space between the toilet and the sink on the other end two meters away. It reminded Reina of the restrooms on airplanes. Good thing I’m not claustrophobic. Yet.

  “Did you hear her? She called me old!” Aiko gripped the edge of the sink and frowned until her eyebrows burned.

  “You’re not ‘old.’” She better not be. Reina was older than her!

  But Aiko was already mumbling to herself and making her knuckles turn white. Reina leaned against the wall, fingers trailing up her wife’s back and flipping the tips of her hair. “Will you still find me attractive in ten years?” Aiko’s voice warbled as she spoke.

  Hair tickled Reina’s skin. “Why wouldn’t I?” She let her nails scratch along the back of Aiko’s neck.

  “Because I’ll be fifty in ten years.”

  “So will I.”

  Aiko turned, eyes betraying her fight to not cry. All over a stupid remark? “But that’s different! You’re a…”

  It was Reina’s turn to furrow her brows. “I’m a what?”

  Hesitating, Aiko bit back her words – a fan kicked on above them. “Women will always want to sleep with you. It’s how you are.”

  Reina knew what that meant, but tried not to dwell on it, lest her gender dysphoria rear its head for the first time in over a month. I’m masculine. All the good it did her. “And I’ll always want to sleep with you. Even when you’re gaining weight, sagging, and desperately trying to cover up your gray hairs. I don’t care. I married you knowing that we would get older.”

  Aiko sniffed. “My hair stylist found a gray hair the last time she touched me up.”

  “Oh, look! And I’m still fucking you on a regular basis! Our relationship isn’t in shambles after all.” Not for a severe lack of trying over the years, though.

  Finally a smile appeared on Aiko’s visage. “I love you, Reina.”

  “And I’m not going to stop loving you because some stupid twenty-something implied we were old.”

  Aiko embraced her from the side. “We were stupid twenty-somethings once.” She buried her face in Reina’s shoulder.

  “Not entirely stupid, if we figured out we should be together.”

  “That’s true.” Aiko stroked Reina’s cheek with a gentle hand. “Nee, Reina…”

  “Nani?”

  Her wife slipped in front of her, their bodies easing together against the wall. Aiko stood on her toes to meet Reina’s lips. “Fuck me.”

  Feet shooting out beneath her, Reina recalled her balance whilst grabbing her wife’s waist. Fuck her! Here? In this tiny restroom? No, it wouldn’t be the first time – or the second, or the third – they did it in a public toilet, but most of those had a little more room…and warning. All we did was make out a little! Was that enough to get Aiko’s motor purring deep inside her?

  Kisses dotted her throat as Aiko shoved her against the wall and plagued her skin. “Chotto matte,” Reina said, her hands bidding her wife to wait. “What’s gotten into you?”

  Aiko unleashed Reina’s belt and pulled her zipper down. With a grunt she managed to push a finger into her spouse’s trousers. “I want to do it, that’s what.”

  Is this because of the old thing? Reina barely understood it. Maybe fucking in a bar toilet made Aiko feel young and stupid again. Yes, yes, that sure would show the little gaijin. Reina pulled her wife’s hand out of her pants before bringing Aiko’s ear up to her lips. “Are you wet enough for that?”

  A playful smack numbed her upper arm. “For you?” Aiko’s smile was wide enough to devour her face. Which is what I’m about to do in five seconds. “I always am.”

  “Even in ten years?”

  Aiko grabbed both ends of Reina’s polyester jacket and pulled her close. “If you’re looking to fuck me in ten years, you bet your skinny ass I’ll be wet and ready.”

  Reina shot her hand into her wife’s hair and kissed her.

  Hard.

  That thorough make-out session from earlier was gone now, replaced with famished tonguing and a wild sense of urgency coursing through their bodies. Reina swerved her wife around and foisted her against the wall, hands traveling up her thighs and searching for her zipper – all while Aiko fought to get her own hands beneath Reina’s shirt.

  “Do me hard,” she gasped between kisses. “Please!”

  Reina chuckled into her mouth. “Would I do you any other way in a damn restroom?”

  Aiko melted into her spouse’s embrace as breath and lips found her ear. She’s bound to be wet now. Best Reina check for herself.

  Without a counter or table to do it on, Reina had to coerce Aiko’s foot onto the sink so she could access he
r omanko. At such an angle her wife cowered against her hand – fingers slipped between her wet folds, rubbed against her clitoris, and forged ahead for the hole awaiting her. As digits maneuvered inside her, Aiko moaned, arm flung around Reina’s shoulders while her free hand pulled up her blouse and grabbed her own breast. Reina bit her fingers away and took her wife’s emerging areola between her lips.

  It was not the most comfortable way to fuck, but Aiko’s gasps of carnal glee convinced Reina to keep going, her own arousal piquing as hot aieki coated her hand and drenched her wife’s lingerie. “That’s perfect,” Aiko declared with a harried breath. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her foot slipped against the sink and her omanko clamped onto Reina’s fingers. “Don’t stop!”

  Reina got three more hard thrusts in before Aiko’s scream echoed in the tiny restroom. She covered her wife’s mouth with her own, lest half the staff come tearing down the door to see what was the matter. “Nothing. Just some forty-year-old getting her middle-aged pussy fucked.” Not that Reina had ever noticed any aging in that particular region of her wife’s body. Aiko’s omanko was as smooth, elastic, and readily wet as it was the first time they fucked and every time since. All those memories, combined with the powerful scent of Aiko’s sex in that closet, overran Reina’s brain and sent her into her own spiral of vicarious pleasure.

  “Harder!” Aiko grunted between them. “Harder!”

  Although not sure how to drive her wrist like a piston any harder, Reina did her best and managed to get a bit more of her fingers into her wife’s body.

  “Ah…” Aiko clung to her with both hands. “I’m…”

  Her swelling omanko announced her orgasm long before she said it.

  “I’m coming!”

  Aiko’s head hit the wall as she groaned loudly into the humid air; the walls of her omanko strangled Reina’s fingers as they coated them with more slick aieki. The way Aiko humped her spouse’s hand was powerful enough to sever a whole arm.

  “Yamenaide!”

  But Reina would have to stop soon if she ever wanted to use her arm again. So she stalled her fingers inside her wife, jamming them into the far corner where Aiko was sure to go wild. Indeed, she hiccupped the last of her orgasm as the rest of her body shuddered into peace. Reina reclaimed her fingers and kissed Aiko’s shoulder.