Ren'Ai Rensa: Hatsukoi Part 11

Aiko remained in a trance when it was over. After that, the rest of their lunch was mediocre, with little words or touches exchanged.

Reina a.s.sumed she had gone too far with the mouth-to-mouth in public h.e.l.l, they had kissed like that once so far, so maybe it was too far in general. Aiko excused herself to use the toilet, and the first thing Reina noticed when she was alone was more than one woman still mumbling about them.

She averted her eyes, wondering if it was worth going to karaoke for a supposed make-out session or if she should just escort Aiko to the station. She was a little ball of flirty fun all the way up to that kiss...good job, I broke her.

When she returned, she expressed a desire to leave. Getting to the register and then forging a path outside included many apologies and lots of hands "accidentally" rubbing Reina's a.s.s. And I'm the pervert.

She thought about how she should broach wanting to go home alone, since her mother was there when Aiko grabbed her hand and attached herself like a parasite. Her bubbly smile had returned, but Reina wasn't going to push any s.e.xual ideals.

They reached the end of the street, where the roads intersected and Ni-chome turned into the grungy business side of Shinjuku. Aiko halted and detached from Reina, as if afraid to leave the one neighborhood she knew safe enough to show her h.o.m.os.e.xual affections.

"Reina." Aiko stood in her mounds of sweaters, jackets, and scarves, her face an intense, scarlet red. "I think..." She hugged the side of a building, her hands tangling together and her hair blowing in front of her hiding face. "I think I'm ready."

"Ready for what?"

The red scoured Aiko's skin and nearly invaded her cold-soaked eyes. "For..." She bit the edge of her scarf. "To...go to... a place where..." Her voice continued to sink down into a near-whisper. "A place where we can...be... you know... alone." She turned away and covered her face with her hands.

It took more than a few seconds for Aiko's meaning to click in Reina's un.o.bservant brain. "Are you sure?"

Aiko's head nodded up and down, although her hands remained plastered on her face. "Yes."

Reina approached her and eased her hands down. "Don't feel like you have to, to make me happy or something. Or because of those a.s.sholes staring at us back there."

"I don't." Aiko looked away again. "I want to."

A gust of wind blew through and tangled their hair together. In that brief instance, Reina could smell Aiko's shampoo, a reminder of their time lying in a karaoke booth. With that memory also came the sensation of exploring Aiko's mouth and feeling her breath surge beneath Reina's own body. I would be a fool.

She took Aiko's hand and walked her back down the main street of Ni-chome. No sense going someplace where two women entering a building together was strange and rumor-ready.

The hotel room was claustrophobic, with one double bed and a two-drawer dresser to occupy it. Quick inspection upon arrival informed Aiko of an equally cramped bathroom.

Clean, though. Everything was clean, from the smoothed sheets on the bed to the scrubbed porcelain of the bathroom. Aiko sank into the mattress and stared at Reina in front of her, who also commented on the cleanliness as if it were a rarity. Well, it certainly isn't a five-star resort room. Aiko had been to a love hotel before, but that room had been bigger and brighter, with thematic jungle decor and a mirror above the bed. This room looked like a prison cell with its gray walls and bare lights.

"It's so sad in here."

Reina stepped into the bathroom and turned on the sink. Water splashed as she spoke. "It's the best anyone can do on Christmas. Even in Ni-chome, couples are f.u.c.king." The sink turned off, and the end of a towel flapped in and out of the open doorway. Reina appeared and tossed the towel onto the floor.

"Are they all so mechanical like this one?"

"In this area? No. But a lot look like this, yeah." Reina strolled around the length of the room. She's avoiding me. "Most gay couples don't want reminding of the 'romance' end of things. They just want to do their business. Most customers are probably salarymen with wives, you know. They just want to meet their boyfriends, bar boys, and danshou. Get in, get out."

"And women?"

Their eyes met Reina's slanted into a scowl. "Lots of women are the same, in my experience."

"What about you?"

"I don't really care one way or the other."

About the room or the s.e.x? Aiko wasn't stupid. She knew those women in the cafe saw Reina as nothing but an onna tarashi. Shizuka probably thought the same, from her heteros.e.xual point of view. What would Shi-chan say if she knew I was in a love hotel with Reina? Aiko shifted on the bed, the heat building enough to prompt her to remove her scarf and jacket. With nowhere else to place them, she piled them neatly on the floor.

They had rented the room for two hours. Aiko didn't know how long s.e.x usually lasted, so two hours sounded both too short and too long. What if I can't last that long? What if I get scared and can't do it? Reina paid the rate, insisting it was her Christmas present to Aiko. She probably has a punch card here and I'm the freebie.

The room wasn't romantic, but Aiko told herself it would have to do. She made the decision to have s.e.x with Reina somewhere between her romp in the shower the night before and seeing the surprise on her face when she received a Christmas present. After that, it was just a matter of working up the nerve to tell her. Now that they were here, however, Aiko didn't know what to do. She had a.s.sumed Reina would make some sort of move by now.

Instead, Aiko said something completely irrelevant. "So, were you saying mostly men use these places?" She looked down. "Oh my goodness, how many men have done it in this bed?"

Reina's face exploded in horror. "Ugh! I've never thought about that before!"

Her tongue sticking out in disgust made Aiko laugh. As she felt her muscles relax and good humor spread through her twitching limbs, Reina removed her jacket and tossed it on the floor. The way the jacket completely engulfed Aiko's reminded her of what they had come there for she shivered, her nerves returning.

Should I tell her I'm a virgin?

"Saa." Reina sat next to her, although she did not touch or look at her in any way. Regardless, the sinking mattress tilted them together, and Aiko sucked in her breath. "You've been to one of these before?"

What to say? Yes implied she wasn't a virgin, and no was a lie. "I've never been to a place like this." No cheetah print or tacky mirror.

Reina leaned her head closer, her eyes looking at every piece of Aiko except her face. "Are you nervous?"

Now I am. Aiko didn't know what she was so nervous about, beyond making a fool of herself. "Why would you ask me something like that?" She clamped her hands together in her lap. "Don't you know that will make me nervous?"

"Sometimes being nervous is good." Reina took her right hand and interlocked both their fingers into one fist. "Being nervous can make you feel everything more intensely."

"Really?"

When Reina's hair brushed Aiko's shoulder, she swore it had the force of a punch. "Really."

She nipped Aiko's ear. A burst of pressure dropped in her chest as she debated whether the sensation was painful or pleasurable. Before she could slump over from the warmth of Reina's mouth, her preemptive lover wrapped both arms around her and clung.

"Ara!"Aiko never thought of a tongue in her ear as erotic, but there it was, plundering and inspiring tepid ripples down her throat, past her heart, and all the way down to her groin. Aiko held onto the arm wrapped in front of her and dissolved. "Kimochi." It feels so good! So good the heat then settled into her loins.

Reina's tongue and lips abandoned Aiko's ear to travel to her cheek, where they left quick kisses, and then to her neck, where they attempted to leave their lasting marks. Aiko was so absorbed by Reina's pursed lips she almost didn't notice the hand ma.s.saging her left breast.

Yes, touch me there. More. Harder. Reina had small hands, but Aiko in turn had small b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and even through a bra and a layer of wool the hand fit comfortably.

But when Reina stopped kissing her long enough to attempt lifting up Aiko's sweater, she panicked. "Yada!" She batted the hands away and held her sweater down. "Don't look!"

"Eh? Nande?" Reina's pout was layered with a pink complexion. The blood's rushing through her too. "Do you have a scar or something?"

"No."

"Then what's wrong?"

Reina attempted to lift the sweater again, but was met with a firm slap on the hand. "It's too fast."

Aiko thought she saw some eye rolling. It's been so long since she's been a virgin, I guess. She knew at some point, if they were to go through with intercourse, it would require taking off her clothes...but Aiko wanted control over that almost as much as she wanted control over what hand went where on her body. n.o.body's seen me naked before.

"Jya." Reina got up and stood in front of Aiko. "I'll go first."

Before Aiko could ask what "first" meant, Reina pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the ground. She isn't wearing a bra! Both of Reina's nipples hardened in front of Aiko's eyes she noticed them before discovering Reina was more flat-chested than originally thought. It's like there's nothing there! And I was embarra.s.sed about mine!

No, there was a little there. As Reina took Aiko's hand again, she saw a shadow beneath each breast, although still not much to grab or touch.

"Sawatte."

She wants me to touch her? Was that why Aiko's hand hovered near Reina's chest? A sparkle shot from Reina's eye, and a smirk lined her lips. She does!

So Aiko did. She laid a hand on Reina's right breast. Not as satisfying to hold as she imagined in her previous fantasies, but there was no mistaking Reina's heavy breathing as Aiko's fingertips brushed against an areola.

"Ryoute."

Aiko's other hand landed on the left breast. She had the firmest hold she could manage on Reina's chest, although she didn't know how pleasurable it was for either party. I know what would be. But the thought froze Aiko's hands and dried her lips.

Experienced Reina was apparently a mind reader. "Ii," she said.

Inching her chin forward, Aiko waited another second to see if she misinterpreted Reina's "okay." When she neither moved nor said anything, Aiko lowered both her hands and eyes while her tongue eased out of her mouth. She licked the skin between Reina's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Salty. Sweaty.

Fingers teased Aiko's hair as she pressed her mouth against one of Reina's nipples. At first she was afraid she would feel like a baby suckling its mother, but once she wrapped her lips around it she fell head first into wanting to do nothing but please her lover.

Reina coached her, quietly, gently. Aiko couldn't believe it was the same woman who swore like a high school boy now guiding her on how to best pleasure another woman's b.r.e.a.s.t.s. Easy. More saliva. Kiss and suck. The more Aiko did those things the more she wanted them herself.

"Mou ii." Reina tugged on Aiko's hair before sitting next to her. "Saa, sawaru ii?"

Hesitation. Aiko's hands held her sweater down again. Her own nipples ached for Reina to give them the same treatment in return, but the thought made her blush so hotly she knew she looked helpless. Somewhere, she found the awareness to nod and say, "You can touch, only."

Reina rolled her head onto Aiko's shoulder and kissed the wool covering it. Her hand glided across Aiko's thigh, soliciting a tight gasp. The same hand pulled her away from her sweater and eased its way beneath. As it touched her bare stomach and coaxed its way toward her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Reina's touch.

Lips were on throat again before a hand was on her breast. She turned her head away so Reina could kiss stretched skin. Her hand rubbed against Aiko's bra.

And just like that, her hand was inside the bra, pulling out Aiko's breast and fondling it with circular motions. Yes! Oh, G.o.d! It's perfect! But the words coming out of Aiko's mouth were gibberish, and the best she could manage was another, "Kimochi."

At that declaration, Reina's hand moved to the other breast and repeated the same process. The left nipple responded by hardening against the wool sweater and dying in excitement at its coa.r.s.e touch. Like having two people tend to her! Aiko noticed too late that her pelvis shuddered and something came out of her below. She didn't care, even when her lingerie felt damp.

Reina continued to entertain in this fashion until she stopped, her lips removed from Aiko and her hand pulling out of the sweater. Aiko recollected herself. "Is that it?"

"Maybe." Reina grinned. "Why? Do you want more?"

She nodded.

Their kiss became pa.s.sionate on both sides, with Reina leaning in the most and Aiko holding herself up with the palms of her hands. From that angle Reina spread kisses across Aiko's lips, face, throat and chest, although her hands romanced wherever they pleased above the belt. In the end, Reina grabbed Aiko from behind the head and pulled her forward, locking their tongues and teeth together in one prolonged and very wet kiss. She tastes so good, like salty gelatin.

She didn't even mind when Reina used her other hand to pull the sweater above her head and onto the floor. In the process, the weight of the wool pulled Aiko's bra back over her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, although the straps faltered down both shoulders.

Reina's lips pa.s.s over Aiko's ear. "Lie down."

All that confidence flew out of Aiko's body. But she obliged, her head touching a pillow and her feet drawing up onto the bed. Reina also took off her shoes before clamoring onto the bed and kneeling above Aiko's legs. The way her hair fell across her shoulders and b.r.e.a.s.t.s made Aiko think of Cleopatra again, coming to bridle Marc Antony.

"Reina," she squeaked, one finger playing at the edge of her mouth. "Come kiss me."

With a smile, Reina pushed one of Aiko's legs to the side and fell between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Reina's waist as she kissed her.

It felt much like the karaoke booth, with a wild and voracious woman pressed against an inexperienced and demure one except this time the woman was half naked. As they fought a battle between their tongues again, she noticed something continued to grind against her pelvis: Reina's hips.

There's a half naked woman on top of me, kissing me. And her groin is searching for mine... A month ago Aiko would have never believed it. But now here she was, whining between kisses for air and scratching her nails along another woman's spine.

She doubted any of her ex-boyfriends would have felt this good on top of her.

Thus her disappointment when Reina sat up. However, rea.s.surance remained in the form of her placid countenance, her fingers reaching down for her zipper.

Aiko lifted herself on her elbows and stared at Reina's undressing, her eyes determined to soak up every minuscule difference between their bodies. But apparently Reina wanted to tease her, and took much more time than necessary to undo her jeans and pull them down to her knees.

She finished disrobing until she knelt in nothing more than a black bikini bottom. From that distance and dim light Aiko couldn't see any hair, and she wondered if Reina shaved. I guess I'll know soon enough.

"Soon enough" meant another minute later, since Reina enjoyed her teasing too much for her own good. She lowered her lingerie in the back, where Aiko couldn't see anything, and then in the front so d.a.m.n slowly she had half a mind to sit up and rip Reina's underwear off for her.

Aiko saw the first marks of pubic hair, and then the rest as Reina finalized undressing with a swift kick of the right foot. Although she couldn't see much of her pelvis besides "dark," she knew something waited...for what, or how, she was still too nave to guess. "Kirei no yo." Beautiful. Maybe it was the long, black hair dangling in front of Reina's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, or her exuding confidence. Anything was a factor.

Reina crawled between Aiko's legs again, eyes never once leaving hers. "I'm sure you're pretty too," she said, a hand tugging on one of Aiko's bra straps.

It's only fair, since she's shown me her whole body. Aiko let Reina pull down the straps and unhook the bra from beneath. The air returning to her bare b.r.e.a.s.t.s as the bra disappeared over the side of the bed felt almost as good as Reina touching them.

"Maa." Reina drew a finger around one of Aiko's nipples. "I like them." She dropped her face toward Aiko's chest.

She had no idea one tongue could do so much: first it had played with her own tongue, then explored her ear, then lapped her throat, and now...even though Reina's whole mouth engulfed one breast at a time, that same tongue shot in and out past her lips and teased at various speeds and intensities. Sometimes it was in quick, hard bursts, and other times it lingered for an amicable time. Aiko attempted to keep her moans to herself, but when Reina switched b.r.e.a.s.t.s she couldn't help the deep voice coming out of her throat. She didn't even know she had that tone lurking inside her. See what she's doing to me? I'm changing. Or maybe she was turning into the woman she always had the potential to become.

Every time Reina switched b.r.e.a.s.t.s, the one left behind was redder around the areola. Aiko's fingers hovered inside her mouth while she stuck the other hand in Reina's coa.r.s.e hair. She couldn't say how long this particular dalliance lasted, but when it was over her fingers were wetter and her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were practically engorged.

"I need to do something." Reina tossed her hair behind her. "Is it okay?"

"Do what?"

"If I don't get off a little right now, being gentle will frustrate me a lot."

What does that even mean? "Okay."

Reina straddled Aiko's waist and rubbed her mound of pubic hair with one hand, her own b.r.e.a.s.t.s with the other. Even at her distance from Reina's mouth, Aiko could hear the rising breaths. Is she masturbating on me? Aiko was familiar with female anatomy, but she couldn't tell if all that rubbing did anything.

Then she grasped what Reina intended. The hair moved out of the way, displaying the top folds of her l.a.b.i.a, wet. Aiko's eyes bulged. The wetness from Reina looked like normal water until Aiko noticed a thick consistency and also smelled something reminding her of...she had nothing to compare it to, but her instincts told her "s.e.x." Hormones went off inside her brain and screamed at her to go after that wetness if it was the last thing she did as a s.e.xually mature female. Holy s.h.i.t! I am gay!

"Suki?" Reina dipped one of her fingers into her wetness. "I'm going to give it to you."

Yes. Yes, I like it. Instincts wanted Aiko to touch it, taste it, inhale its natural aroma. But she remained prostrate, fingers still on her lips.

Without a breath or word Reina lowered herself onto Aiko's hips, her body b.u.mping into the belt there. For the first time she audibly gasped, and before Aiko could process that sweet sound, Reina undulated against the belt.

She rocked forward and slammed her hands against the wall behind Aiko's head, rear rhythmically thumping against thighs. Her face contorted, teeth gnashing on her lips and eyes squeezed shut. She's having s.e.x with my belt! Aiko gazed down at the s.e.x in progress, both mortified and aroused at the sight of the edge of her belt buckle pleasuring another woman: soon it was covered in that same wetness coming from Reina.