Nodding, Yuri lifted her hand and pressed her fingers against Aiko’s lips. She kissed Yuri’s hand and then her breasts. Aiko’s jeans hadn’t felt so constricting in a long, long time. Usually Reina has me naked by now. Ugh, just who she didn’t want to think about.
Aiko took her mind off her dog-housed girlfriend by luring Yuri to the low table beside them. “Sit,” she said, patting the empty space on the table where she and Reina ate their dinners and drank their tea.
“Wh…why?”
“Because I’m going eat your pussy.”
At first Aiko thought Yuri’s hesitancy was because she didn’t like that idea, but within another second she pulled up her skirt and cursed her underwear for getting in the way. She scurried onto the table like a kid told to find her birthday present there. Apparently Yuri didn’t get much oral at home. What a shame. I get it all the time. Well, used to.
Aiko helped her remove her underwear and toss it onto the floor. As Yuri leaned back on her arms and braced herself, her breasts still poking out of her shirt, Aiko eased her legs apart.
“Do you like it when women eat your pussy, Yuri-san?” Aiko scooted closer to the table, her nipples brushing against the inside of a thigh as she glimpsed between the breasts in front of her and Yuri’s reddening face above.
Yuri found the ability to speak again; Aiko wondered how wet the woman was now. “Yes. I like it a lot.”
“How many women besides me have stuck their mouths on your sweet little pussy?” This is a fun game!
“Ju…just two,” Yuri squeaked, referencing Reina and whom Aiko suspected as Yuri’s old girlfriend. “My husband doesn’t like to do it…”
Figures. “Well I like to do it,” Aiko said. “And I want you to tell me how good I’m doing until you come.”
The last thing Aiko saw before lowering her head was Yuri’s face on the verge of already declaring “orgasm!” from words alone. This won’t take long. The prospect saddened her a little. Perhaps she shouldn’t have teased Yuri so much.
Aiko kissed her skin first before extending her tongue and rolling it over the full length of Yuri’s vulva, tasting the sweet saltiness of her sweat and secretions, of which there were plenty. Yuri was wet enough to plunge a couple fingers into without friction, but Aiko’s hands were busy either holding Yuri’s waist beneath her skirt or fumbling for her breasts above it. She smells so good. Yuri had a tanginess to her rivaling Reina’s bitterness. Aiko’s tongue faltered as she thought of Reina, either smoking a cigarette on break or working at her corporate desk.
Yuri kept up her end of the bargain by whining, hiccuping, groaning, whatever that sound she made from feeling Aiko’s tongue inside her was. Every so often she would tell Aiko how good it felt in a high-pitched whine, and once she announced she would come only to find it was a glorious false alarm – although a new wave of wetness came crashing over Aiko’s tongue all the same.
Something fell off the table as Yuri drew her legs up and curled her toes around the edge. Aiko wished she had left the curtains open so everyone in their neighborhood could see the sexual prowess of Aiko Takeuchi, the thirty-nine-year-old lesbian who still had a tongue skillful enough to make the neighborhood housewives hump her face while almost destroying her tea sets.
Yuri’s whines and hiccups turned to low grunts as her body grew hotter against Aiko’s face. She tasted Yuri’s orgasm before she figured Yuri herself felt it. It tumbled out of her like an avalanche from her moaning throat, sliding past the breasts Aiko tugged and plummeting into the slide between the folds around Aiko’s tongue. She used her tongue to coax out the last sighs before she Yuri’s muscles eased all around her.
The cool air felt refreshing as Aiko pulled away from the heat of Yuri’s satiated body. She sat, still leaning back on her arms, and tossed her long hair as her legs slid off the table and closed again. Aiko saw the lingering wetness melt into the white of Yuri’s skirt before she pushed the fabric between her legs and exhaled.
“You were very wet.”
Yuri opened her eyes and looked into Aiko’s face before laughing. “I can only imagine how wet you are!” she spoke, not like the naïve student, but like the jaded tutor too tired to care.
You have no idea. Aiko felt more than ready to have her own orgasm now, based on the tightness of her jeans pressed against her own skin and the grueling tenderness of her breasts. “Think you can give me a little something?” she asked as she began pulling off her jeans.
A flash of Yuri’s innocence returned. “I’m not as talented as you are.”
And neither of us are as talented as Reina. So? “You don’t have to do anything but be beautiful.” It wouldn’t be the first time Aiko masturbated in front of another woman.
But Yuri slipped off the table and helped Aiko remove her clothing until only the pulled down bra remained. “For you I could do one more.”
They kissed, Yuri giggling against Aiko’s lips as she tasted herself on her lover’s tongue. All Aiko could think was how much she needed something besides her own hand between her legs.
What she ended up with was Yuri. She lay on the carpet and pulled her skirt up again – why didn’t they take it off? – so Aiko could slip her legs between and grind against her. She slammed herself against Yuri, breasts bouncing and hips humping.
It didn’t take her long to feel the warmth in her stomach expand throughout the rest of her body and erupt through her mouth as a deep and satisfying moan.
When she finished well enough to call it good, Aiko slumped forward and kissed Yuri on the forehead before sliding off and lying beside her on the carpet. Yuri turned and wrapped an arm around her, forehead rubbing against Aiko’s shoulder.
For all Aiko knew, Yuri fell asleep. A grand idea, were it not for the hardness of the floor or the weight returning to Aiko’s mind. While she consoled herself that it was okay for her to have sex with the neighbor, she still felt somehow…empty. As nice and different as Yuri was for whenever Aiko wanted to unleash her own dominating sexual personality, it still didn’t compare to having Reina on top of her, in control and wonderful. But Reina wasn’t there and probably wouldn’t be agreeable again for some time. Until then, Aiko had her friend to keep her company. Whether Reina would like it or not after the fact, should she ever discover it, didn’t matter then.
Reina doesn’t even have to know.
By White Day Reina was about to burst. After having gone a little over a month with no sex other than what she could do with her own hand, Reina thought she was liable to go out that weekend and find a woman to drag to a love hotel. But that would’ve been wrong without Aiko.
Ugh, Aiko! She still gave Reina the cold shoulder, and Reina knew it would last as long as Aiko wanted. Except Reina didn’t know what she had done wrong. How should she know Aiko was serious about “getting married,” as preposterous as an idea as it was? Aiko had a habit of living in a fantasy world, and Reina figured that was the source of the whole argument.
But Reina admitted she would have to stop this stupid, stupid charade of indifference between the two of them. Their love life was nonexistent for the first time in years (it was the longest Reina had gone without sex since she lost her virginity) and Reina was tired of their bed acting as a war zone. Every time she tried to spoon Aiko she got a scathing tongue in her ear and an elbow in her side. Worst of all, the bento had become plain and uninspired, as if Aiko threw things in Reina’s lunchbox without a second thought to taste or presentation.
Reina stopped and bought one of Aiko’s favorite chocolate donuts from a bakery on the way home. She practiced what she wanted to say over and over in her mind, all the while trying to ignore how the frigid winter air bit her chest and made her miss sex.
She attempted a cheerful “I’m home!” when she entered her front door, but all she got was a grumble from the kitchen. The same she had received every night for a month.
They were silent during dinner – salmon, Aiko’s favorite – and Reina had to get her own damn
beer. The only sound for over fifteen minutes was the game show on TV.
Aiko got up and took the dishes into the kitchen. While she was gone Reina cleaned up some of the crumbs on the floor and…saw a surprise beneath the table.
She pulled out a pair of stockings and studied them – she went so far as to sniff them to determine if they were Aiko’s. Of course, they smelled nothing like her skin, and Reina couldn’t imagine why she would wear skirts in the winter when Aiko, for all her femininity, was still a jeans and blouse woman.
“Ai-chan!” Reina called. “Whose are these?”
Aiko poked her sullen face out from the kitchen. Her eyes bulged and she stuttered, caught red-handed. “Th…those are Yuri-san’s,” she admitted. She then clamped her mouth shut again and resumed her stoic “do you even care?” face.
Reina felt like somebody jammed their fist into her stomach. “Are you fucking the neighbor while I’m out because you want to, or to somehow get back at me?”
Aiko furrowed her eyes. “I would never ‘fuck’ somebody I didn’t want to. Mou.”
“Fair enough.” Reina tossed the stockings at her. “At least one of us is getting some around here.”
The stockings landed at Aiko’s feet. She glared into Reina’s face again. “Are you jealous?”
“Pfft!” Reina tossed a hand into the air and looked down at the table. Only jealous that you’re fucking and I’m not. “Although if her stockings are here in the living room, I guess that means you had some fun here at this table.”
“It was yesterday.”
Aiko picked the stockings off the floor and took them somewhere beyond the kitchen. Reina focused on the television and tried not to let it eat at her like a moth on delicate silk. Had their relationship been steady as it once was, Reina wouldn’t blink at the idea of Aiko dallying with the neighbor on the occasional afternoon. But the circumstances…how was that fair? Their silent understanding conceded it was okay for Aiko to have “alone time” with Yuri since Reina had her relationship with Michiko, but she lived across an ocean! It wasn’t like Reina had someone to fall back on during the rocky times of her main relationship. No wonder Aiko didn’t seem to hurt for companionship when Yuri was there to placate the loins Reina should have soothed.
It doesn’t matter. Reina got up and went to find Aiko’s donut. I’m going to fix this.
When Aiko returned from washing the dishes, Reina had the donut waiting for her. She stared at it before sinking down at the table. “Happy White Day,” Reina mumbled. Her turn to reciprocate her Valentine’s chocolate.
“Erm, thanks.” Aiko continued to study the donut. Reina waited.
And waited.
And finally exploded.
“Ai-chan!” she called, and flung herself to the floor before Aiko. Her nose jammed into the carpet and her hands outstretched toward nothingness. “This needs to stop! Please!”
At first, silence. Reina remained prostrated, her kowtowing sloppy since she used up all her nice ones for work. “It’s not that easy,” Aiko responded.
Reina lifted her head and looked into Aiko’s glistening eyes. Was she about to cry? “Why not? This whole situation is stupid! What are we even fighting about? Are we fighting? Is this because I laughed at you on Valentine’s Day?” Aiko shuddered. “I’m sorry! Why can’t you forgive me?”
“Because!” Aiko’s words came out like vomit. “Because that idea meant a lot to me and you treated me like a stupid girl! Well, I’m not a stupid girl! I’m not your little sex friend who cooks and cleans for you! I’m as good as your wife, Reina, and I want to be treated like it!”
“As good as my…” Reina sat up on her legs and checked her open mouth. “Have you even thought this stuff through? Or are you only seeing yourself as a ‘wife?’ What does that make me?”
Aiko slouched. “I,” she began, her eyes searching the carpet for answers, “I don’t know. My…my husband I guess…”
“I’m not a man.” Reina pulled back. “I just fill that role.” She stood and shuffled out of the room, her slippers sounding like nails on tatami.
Reina escaped upstairs and sat on the edge of their bed, her head in her hands. Their relationship had been so much easier when neither of them thought about their roles, or who they were, or what they wanted beyond the here and now. Reina knew she was the one who went to a corporation every day to have bosses yell at her and work constant overtime like any other salaryman, but she was also always passed over for promotions for her younger (male) coworkers, and she was always the one in the drunken outings expected to pour drinks for all her (male) colleagues. Even when the world didn’t see her as a woman, they knew she wasn’t a man – and if she wasn’t a man, it meant she was a woman.
But Aiko couldn’t see that. She lived in her little house“wife” fantasies as if society were always black and white. Aiko had never known a relationship outside of Reina. How could she know how cruel and binary the world was?
In the distance, Aiko’s slow and light footsteps ascended the staircase and crept down the hallway. Reina sensed her body in the doorway, staring at her, but whether in pity, anger, or love she could not tell. Maybe she didn’t want to know.
Within another few seconds Aiko was there. Reina opened her eyes to see Aiko’s pointed brown slippers. Small finger teased the tip of Reina’s hair.
“Gomen,” Aiko apologized. She leaned in and cradled Reina’s head closer to her chest. “I shouldn’t be so selfish. I was the one who dragged out this stupid…argument?”
Reina inhaled a shaky breath. “No. No I’m…stupid. I’m sorry I laughed at you.”
This time Aiko laughed, her low chuckles making Reina smile. She extended her arms and hugged Aiko close to her, nose burying into chest.
They sat, for a time, until the energy between them dictated they make-up the best way they knew how.
Reina lifted her head and drew Aiko’s down for a kiss, soft at first lest she had received all the wrong signals. When Aiko’s hands held Reina’s face, however, she kissed her harder and reveled in the felicitous pressure of her lips. “Ai-chan,” she said, her heart and the pit of her stomach both ready to start dancing in delight, “hoshiin yo.”
All Reina wanted to declare was how much she desired Aiko, in any way she felt like giving herself over – but Aiko choked on a sob and looked away, her one hand wiping oncoming tears while the other clung to Reina. “Reina-chan,” she replied, sniffing, “I miss you!”
“Mou dame yo.” Reina tilted Aiko’s head and looked into her watery eyes. “Why are you crying? I’m right here!”
Aiko kissed Reina on the forehead and then pressed their heads together. “I know you are, but we’ve been so distant this past month. I’ve hated it!”
“Then why didn’t you stop it?”
“Because I was waiting for you to apologize! I thought you never would!”
Reina knew better than to push the matter further, or to give away a sound or look implying she thought Aiko in the wrong. Sometimes Reina had issues reading other women, but that night Aiko’s mind was as clear as cold water. “I missed you too.” In more ways than one.
“I missed you more!” Aiko pulled Reina closer. When Reina inhaled, all she could smell was the scent of dinner mingling with Aiko’s body. “First I missed sleeping with you, then I missed talking to you, then I missed bathing with you, then I missed…” She went on and on, but Reina couldn’t understand anything beneath the new sniffles Aiko emitted.
Reina silenced her with a kiss, hands clutching Aiko’s frame and lips shaking against tears. How have I been without these lips for so long? “Yes, I missed you too.” She kissed her again. “Especially this.”
Considering Aiko could have slapped her for that admission, Reina was pleased to find Aiko smothering her with one kiss large enough to suck the life out of her lungs. “I missed this too!” Aiko said, when she had taken all the life she needed.
Reina laughed. “Really? I would think you were doing fine with t
he neighbor by your side.”
Aiko could have slapped her for that one too. “She is nothing compared to you. Every time I was with her this past week…”
“Every time? How many times!”
“Only thrice.”
“Three times in a week! I hope she did you good!”
“More like I did her good.”
“Oh? Well, she is rather inexperienced.”
Aiko smoothed down Reina’s hair and tucked a few strands behind her ears. As her fingers tarried on each lobe, Reina became hot with neglected desire. “She tries,” Aiko said. “But as I was saying, every time I was with her this past week, I couldn’t stop thinking of you.”
Reina was thankful their bedroom was too dim to see any red in her cheeks. “If it’s any consolation, I couldn’t stop thinking of you, either.”
“Then what are we waiting for?” Aiko straddled Reina’s lap and pushed her onto the bed. “Let’s make love!”
Reina was too shocked, happy, and relieved to notice she ever fell backwards into the soft caress of their as-good-as-a-marital bed. The sensation of having Aiko on top of her, kissing her, stroking her face and gyrating hips against hers was too long overdue for Reina to fathom. She wants me to “make love” to her. I don’t know if I can. Reina knew how Aiko made the distinction between “love making” and “fucking,” and with an exact month to the date of forced celibacy, Reina didn’t think she could last more than a quick and reprieving round with a beautiful woman like Aiko. I’ll need at least five cigarettes after this is over.
Soon after that thought Reina realized Aiko was still on top, rolling her tongue across skin while trying to undo the buttons on Reina’s cotton blouse. The weight of any woman was almost too much for Reina’s thin frame to bear, but it was even worse when the fear of being dominated settled in like a claustrophobic trap. Reina had no choice but to struggle to sit up, Aiko still clinging to her.
“Onegai,” she pleaded into Reina’s ear, “dakishimete no yo.”
Reina tugged on the base of Aiko’s shoulder-length hair. She wanted to see her own reflection in Aiko’s dark eyes, still red and damp from her happy sobs earlier. Once satisfied, Reina decided to give her what she asked for.
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