Kataomoi

by Hildred Billings

Reina’s lack of enthusiasm prompted Aiko to change subjects. She asked her girlfriend how the visit with Michiko had gone. Unsurprisingly, Reina was not wont to share many details. It took plenty of Aiko’s gentle coaxing to get her to talk about strange fathers, festivals, and of course the flirting that usually went on between the two best friends. When Reina confessed that Michiko had stayed the night in their bed, Aiko discovered her palms were sweating and her breath increased in her nostrils.

  “I told you not to have sex with her!” She was ready to throw the phone across the room.

  “I didn’t! I swear! We only cuddled! Mou, calm down!”

  The panic in her voice was enough to placate Aiko’s nerves. “You’re telling the truth?”

  “Of course I am!”

  Aiko settled into the bed again. “Okay. I believe you.”

  Reina mumbled something about “trust” and “I’m not a mindless fuck machine” that made Aiko giggle into her hand. She didn’t mind when Michiko came to visit and dominated Reina’s time, but she would be blind to deny that sexual chemistry still existed between them – of course it did, as evident by every threesome they engaged in during such visits. Aiko did not doubt one waited for her upon her return the next day.

  “Is she there now?”

  “No, she left this morning. She’s staying at her mother’s place tonight but will be back tomorrow.”

  Aiko began planning what to do about dinner. She wouldn’t be back in Tokyo until late afternoon, and she wouldn’t be home until dinner time. Not enough hours to make a dinner befitting a guest. And Reina was completely useless in the kitchen! She ended up telling her girlfriend to pick up certain groceries that could be used to whip up a quick dinner. Nothing special, but Aiko had some pride left in her.

  “And don’t try to rush anything between the three of us. I’m going to be tired.”

  The phone line clogged up with Reina’s scoff. “Give me some credit. I do like a little seduction.”

  Flashes of Reina in a suit and sporting a fake mustache rushed to Aiko’s memory. She was every bit hotter than those actresses on stage tonight. “Oh, I know you do.”

  “Although…”

  “Although what?”

  Reina cleared her throat. “Being that close to Mi-chan and not getting to do anything with her…got me really wound up.”

  A smirk pulled at the edges of Aiko’s lips. “Did it, now?”

  “Yeah, and it was worse because you weren’t here today for me to take it out on.”

  “I was busy,” Aiko said with the air of a woman too good for her girlfriend. “There were so many gorgeous women tonight. Practically like shopping for a new girlfriend. You should be careful. I may be ordering a new model soon.”

  Slow, methodical chuckles banged into the phone. “I see. Well, if that’s the case, then I guess I won’t try to seduce you over the phone, then.”

  Aiko turned over in the bed, comforter strangling the phone line. “What do you mean?”

  “You have to ask? Remember how it used to be when we didn’t see each other for a long time, and then we would talk on the phone?”

  Before they moved in together, there were agonizing times where they didn’t see each other for days, weeks, sometimes even an entire month because they were too busy with school work or family vacations. Although they couldn’t see each other in the flesh, Reina would call the Takeuchi house and attempt to get Aiko to engage in phone sex. It happened, sometimes, when she was alone in the house.

  “Reina,” she said, her voice hollow. “We can’t do that right now. I’m sharing this room with other people.”

  “Are they there now?”

  “Well, no, but…”

  She goaded Aiko, purring and growling in that sexy tone she always reverted to on the phone. “Come on, Ai-chan. What if I told you I even had to do myself this afternoon because I was so pent up?”

  Aiko pulled the covers up to her chin. “Really? You did that?” Reina never touched herself when she was alone – or with another. Most of her excitement came from the reactions of other women during sex, and without one to “inspire” her, Reina said she had little interest in masturbation. In order to do it she must have been really wound up. “How was it?”

  After chastising her for being naughty, Reina said, “It was nice, but not enough for me. It’s not the same without somebody like you having an orgasm of your own.”

  “Ah, that’s why you want to do that. You want me to help you satisfy yourself.”

  “I would think that’s fairly obvious.”

  “Iya da.”

  “What do you mean ‘no?’ Don’t you want to?”

  Aiko shifted beneath the covers. She was tired, but after an exhilarating day touring the city and going to her first live show, she was full of enough mesmerized energy to conjure up adequate fantasies to touch herself to. And listening to Reina’s sultry voice, imagining their multiple times together, was always enough to get her going. Too bad Yatsumi and Mio were due back at any time. “I guess I do, but I don’t know how much time I have.”

  “Jya, I guess it’ll have to be a quickie, eh?”

  “Will you do it too?”

  “If I promise to, can we do it?”

  Had Reina been there with her, Aiko didn’t doubt they would be doing it already, roommates be damned. Just one touch, one kiss, one breath in the ear and she would be Reina’s, falling beneath her body and accepting the lovemaking she deemed appropriate that evening. Aiko’s chest tightened at the thought – or perhaps that was her nipples bracing against her bra. “Okay.” Her hand was already on her stomach, scrunching up her cotton blouse.

  “Okay?”

  Aiko nodded, although she knew Reina could not hear it.

  “Oh, you’re such a naughty girl. Have I told you that lately?”

  “You tell me that all the time.”

  “Because you are.”

  “You like making me naughty.”

  “Hmm, yes, I like making your body do naughty, naughty things.”

  “Like what?”

  A pause, in which Aiko slowly lifted her blouse over her breasts and fingered the edges of her bra. “I like making you stiffen, your nipples getting hard and your omanko getting wet. Is that happening yet?”

  Imagining her girlfriend was there with her, studying her body and conjuring up the ability to make it follow her whims, Aiko pulled down one cup of her bra and fingered her areola. If it wasn’t erect before, it was now. “Yes.” She could barely speak; heat built in her stomach. “Reina-chan…”

  “Hm?”

  “Tell me what you would do to me.” Using her own thoughts, Aiko could flick herself into a trance where a solo orgasm awaited. But with Reina guiding her, she would have to chomp on her lip to keep from screaming.

  Another pause. Sounds of the phone moving around on the other end made Aiko imagine Reina freeing up her dominant hand to start rubbing herself. “What are you wearing?”

  “Jeans. My gray blouse with the tiny flowers on it. Oh, and the purple bra you like. It’s out right now.”

  “Then first I would kiss you, slowly, dipping my tongue inside your mouth before caressing your chin and your throat with it. I’d push up your blouse and bury my face in your breasts, rolling my tongue over your nipples.”

  Aiko licked her fingers and stimulated her areolas. As long as Reina kept talking, she could pretend it was her mouth sucking her.

  “Then what?”

  “I’d keep doing that while I undid your jeans and stuck my hand down your pants. Are you doing it?”

  She was now. Aiko had to sacrifice touching her breasts in order to undo her jeans and slide her hand inside them, basking in the warmth of her thighs, but she did it. Reina’s breath eased against the phone. “And what about you? What are you doing to yourself?”

  “No, no. I’m talking about you right now.”

  Aiko ran her hand along her lingerie. “Go on.”

  “I would take off your jeans an
d lick your omanko through your underwear. They would get so wet that we wouldn’t know if it was my spit or your aieki soaking through.”

  I like the sound of that. Aiko poked a finger beneath her lingerie and felt the first traces of fluids. “I’m wet already.”

  One sharp breath. “So am I.”

  “I wish you were here.”

  “I wish you were here!”

  “What would you do to me?”

  “God, I don’t know.” A hiss as Reina must have stroked herself appropriately. “Fuck you mad, for one. Once I see your wet omanko spread in front of me I have to fuck you.”

  “Like you did on my birthday?” What Aiko would give to have her birthday present slipping inside her; instead, her one finger had to suffice. She jammed the phone beneath her ear so she could use her other hand to stroke her breasts. “That was amazing.” As if it agreed, her omanko readied for the entrance of more fingers. She shoved through her pubic hair and rubbed one finger against her clitoris. “Reina!”

  “Nani?” A slight groan accompanied it.

  Aiko shivered at the sound of her girlfriend fingering herself too. She never does that for me. Perhaps she would have to ask for a small show the next time they made love together. She wanted to see Reina frantically finger herself at least once before they both died. “It feels so good.” Her legs spread farther, and although it made the crotch of her jeans flatten against her fingers, Aiko could not complain.

  “What feels good?” Thumping commenced. “Fucking yourself?”

  “Yes.” Aiko arched her back from the combination of her fingers inside her and her other hand massaging her breast. “I wish it were you.”

  “Doing what?”

  More sharp breaths shot out of Aiko’s nostrils. “Fucking me.”

  “How many fingers?”

  “Two.”

  Laughter. “Me too.”

  God! Reina didn’t participate in penetration much. If she were doing that to herself, she really was in a sexual mood! “Does it feel good?”

  “It would be better if you did it.”

  “Are you going to come soon?” A violent shudder shook Aiko’s hips, but she managed to forestall an orgasm. Her fingers remained nestled inside her, thumb on her clitoris.

  Reina moaned. “Probably. We better finish this up.”

  Aiko squeezed her eyes shut. “Talk me through it.”

  “I don’t know if I can for long.”

  “Please?”

  “Rub yourself good and hard,” now her voice was deep, quiet, and breathy, like it was when they were riding the crests of lovemaking. “Tug on your nipples and ease your fingers in and out of your omanko. Do it until you have enough aieki to fuck yourself harder.”

  Her fingers were hot and moist, and her underwear completely soaked. Fingers laced in lubrication jerked in and out of her hole as if they always belonged there. “I’m already there.”

  “How hard are you fucking yourself?”

  Aiko’s hand strained against her jeans. “Hard!” Her muscles began to tense.

  “I wish I was there doing that to you.”

  “I wish you were here doing it to me!”

  “Ai-chan…”

  “Huh?”

  Reina gasped. “I can’t talk anymore. Let’s finish together.”

  Aiko held her fingers out to stall her orgasm once more. “Okay. Be good and loud.”

  “I don’t think I could do much else.”

  “Now?”

  “Now.”

  Reina immediately degenerated into intense moans and breaths, echoing in the receiver as she began whining in her trademark ascension into orgasm. Aiko kept her eyes closed and imagined what her girlfriend must look like, back against the wall in the hallway as her hand lunged upward in her jeans or pajamas. She’s thinking about fucking me. Aiko resumed her own play, spurned on by the fantasy of Reina rutting atop her. She’s getting off to the thought of me. Validation was the best turn-on.

  The combination of her tingling breasts, her thrusting fingers, and Reina’s vocals tipped Aiko toward the edge, pressing her further and further into the dark yet blinding world of orgasm. The moment Reina moaned in convulsing pleasure Aiko leaped off, following her down the rabbit hole to an orgasmic wonderland.

  When it subsided and she pulled her fingers out of her jeans, Aiko figured that was the best masturbation she had in years. Why not? Her heavy breaths fell in line with Reina’s, but it was the latter who started laughing first.

  “What’s so funny? Didn’t it feel good?”

  “Oh, no, it was great. It’s just…I’m fucking myself in the hallway, that’s all.”

  Her candidness led Aiko to laugh along with her. “I’m doing it in a hotel room.”

  “That’s normal!”

  Aiko slapped her wet hand against her face, leaving a sticky trail of her own aieki beneath her eye. That made her laugh even harder. I’m a mess! A satisfied mess.

  “Jya, I guess I should go. You’ll be home tomorrow, right?”

  “Yes. In time for dinner.”

  “Good. I’ll be sure to fuck you properly tomorrow night.”

  “You and Mi-chan, right?”

  “I hope so.”

  Smiling, Aiko said goodbye. Reina hung up first; Aiko lay back in the bed.

  The phone remained on her shoulder, beeping a dial tone at her while the rest of her body folded and stretched. The aftermath of pleasure left her languishing in satisfaction, even though her clothes constricted and parts of her were sticky in sweat and other fluids. I should shower before everyone gets back from dinner. She knew it was true, and yet she closed her eyes to doze, the dial tone a hypnotic white noise.

  “…If I wanted to eat spicy food, I would have suggested Indian curry. What you made me eat is going to make the whole room smell bad all night.” Yatsumi’s voice barreled into the room the moment she opened the door. Mio followed her, nose scrunching. “And you’ll suffer most since we’re sharing a bed.”

  They stopped halfway through the room, standing at the foot of Aiko’s bed. “Ara?” Mio peered at the phone. “Are you okay?”

  Aiko remained frozen. “I’m fine,” she said, scratching her nose with fingers that still reeked of sex. “Never better.”

  Yatsumi stifled a guffaw. “I’ll say. Good for you.” She ambled toward the bathroom.

  “Eh?”

  Mio and her friend looked at one another again. “Our dearest Aiko-san is officially the only one in our party to get laid tonight.”

  As she disappeared into the bathroom – no doubt to take care of that spicy food – Mio pivoted toward Aiko again, their equally horrified faces meeting across the bed.

  “It’s not what it looks like!” Aiko leaped up, the comforter falling to reveal her hiked up blouse and lowered bra. She yelped and covered her breasts as quickly as possible, but Mio was already turning away to cover her blushing face. “I’m so sorry!” I reminded her that I have sex with Reina. Or at least that’s what Aiko wanted to focus on. All she knew was that she felt very…exposed.

  “No…no…just…” Mio shuffled in the direction of the other bed. “Make sure you pay the phone bill tomorrow.”

  Aiko regathered her bedding around her and buried her head. The toilet flushed in the bathroom; the entire mood in the room soured.

  All it took was one fleeting thought of Reina smiling smugly to herself in bed to calm Aiko again.

  The worst part about collapsing into one’s pillow at the end of a long, arduous round of three-person lovemaking was admitting it was over. But Reina had to do that once she saw Aiko recuperating at her vanity, naked, and Michiko begging her to stop after their last mutual orgasm.

  “Ugh.” She fell beside Reina, her face basking in the immediate afterglow of sex. Reina ran her fingers along her friend’s breasts, pleased to see they still responded to gentle stimulation. “Every time I come back here I’ve convinced myself your libido has slowed down. And then we start fucking and you don’t st
op.”

  Because I don’t know when I’ll get to do you again. Like now. Reina could only hope for one last taste in the morning, when Michiko was rested again and her sensitivity toned down. After that, it could be another year or more before she got to feel her lean and muscular body beneath hers again. Aiko was wonderful, of course, but Michiko was another of Reina’s great loves…and she liked spending time with her great loves. Let me kiss her one more time.

  But Michiko turned over when she tried. “Mou, it’s just a kiss.”

  “It’s never ‘just a kiss’ with you.” Michiko rolled her eyes before regarding Aiko on the other side of the room. “How do you put up with her?”

  Aiko slinked out of her chair and approached the bed. She sure got hers. Last Reina remembered seeing her girlfriend, she was grinding against Michiko’s face while the latter received a sex toy from behind. “You’re not used to her anymore,” Aiko said with candor. She climbed onto the bed and flopped beside Michiko. “I’m sure if you still lived here you’d be able to keep up with her like I do.”

  Michiko laughed at Aiko’s pride – Reina turned off the light. “What can I say? I like having sex.”

  “So do I, but you turn it into an Olympic event.” Michiko yawned and crawled beneath the covers.

  Reina curled her arm around her friend, hands foisting beneath her breasts so she had a decent hold on one. “Do I at least get the gold medal?” She nudged her nose into Michiko’s neck.

  “You get all the medals.” Michiko signaled for Aiko to turn off the other light.

  Once they were in darkness, Reina let out a yawn of her own. No sense letting the two main women of her life know she was prone to tiring after fifty rounds of sex. Aiko said her goodnights and snuggled deep beneath the covers, facing Michiko. Reina remained on the other side, limbs entwining with her friend’s.

  Soon, too soon, she heard the familiar light snores of Aiko dozing, and felt the heavy, steady breaths of Michiko going into her own dream world. That left Reina alone in reality, staring past two heads of brown. In such darkness she couldn’t tell them apart.

  “You will soon see the end of a relationship you cherished before.”

  Reina attempted to shake the old seer’s crackling voice out of her head. She had no idea who such an omen referred to. Aiko? Since going to that festival, Reina contemplated the various relationships she had. Besides her girlfriend and best friend, she had no positive relationships. Her mother was emotionally distant, her father was dead, and any friends she had were a bust.