Ren'Ai Rensa: Hatsukoi Part 12

"Ah!" Her entire body stilled. Was that it? Was she finished? Another sigh escaped her, and she fell down on top of Aiko and kissed her, hand reaching for that same belt.

She was so gentle undoing everything, Aiko almost didn't feel a thing or care. All that mattered was Reina kissing her with languished moans.

"My, you're warm." Reina's hand was poised to rub beneath Aiko's zipper. "Think it might be your turn?"

They kissed.

How her jeans came off, she would never remember. Maybe Reina eased them down so gradually it was unnoticeable; maybe Aiko helped her. But as soon as their bare legs rubbed together, Aiko waited for her lingerie to come off as well.

Yet it was a different feeling when Reina attempted to pry them off. Aiko clasped her legs together and insisted she would do it herself.

She sat up and struggled to get her underwear past her hips she was so adamant on keeping her legs together during the process, she set herself up for inevitable failure. Once they were free she yanked them down her legs and threw them on the floor, one hand clamped over her v.u.l.v.a.

"Are?" Reina suppressed a laugh. "Aren't you gonna let me see?"

Aiko refused eye contact. "n.o.body's seen it before but me." Since she was a small child, anyway.

"Hontou ni? Don't you ever go to an onsen and bathe naked with aunties?"

"No. They're too crowded." And every auntie stares at you.

Reina considered that response and slapped her hands on Aiko's bended knees. "Come on, now, I showed you mine."

"Give me a second."

"Hnn..." Reina switched to a sweet smile and soft eyes. She's a chameleon! "Nee, misete. Let me see."

Aiko crumbled beneath that charming face. She gradually let her legs open, her eyes on Reina's reaction as she surveyed what her partner kept between her thighs.

"Ho!" Reina bit her tongue. "What a pretty omanko!"

"Iya da!" Aiko flung a hand down and covered her v.u.l.v.a. "Don't call it that! It's vulgar!"

"No way. I love that word. I think it sounds beautiful, not vulgar."

Aiko paused. "Really?"

"Yeah. And yours is pretty." Reina removed Aiko's hand. "Saa, look here, you're so wet!"

Aiko felt like she was in the doctor's office, the way Reina braced herself on legs and examined v.a.g.i.n.as. Utterly uns.e.xy! "Is that good?"

"Brilliant."

Reina looked at her again, and Aiko understood what "wet" meant: just seeing her approval made Aiko's l.a.b.i.a feel cooler when the air hit skin. Reina kissed her, legs pressing hers further apart until she felt a notable gap in her pelvis. I want her there.

Aiko twisted a finger in her lover's hair. "What are you going to do to me?"

"Hm? Why, make you feel good, of course. I'm gonna make you come."

Her heart stopped. Will it feel as good as in the shower? "No, I mean, what are you going to do?"

"It's a surprise."

"Please tell me."

A click sounded in Reina's throat as she moved back. "Well, you know. What usually happens here." When Aiko continued to gawk at her, Reina stuck two fingers around her mouth and wagged her tongue.

"What! You want to do that?"

"Of course I do. Don't you want me to?" Reina wiggled her fingers together. "If you're really into it, I might give you some of these too."

"No!"

"No?"

"Don't put something in me."

"Why not?"

Aiko looked away, ashamed. How do I tell her? "I'm a virgin." That would do it.

"Well, no s.h.i.t."

A pause, and then they both laughed. Aiko felt her nerves ease, but her doubts remained. "Not yet, okay?"

Reina remained straight lipped. "Sure." She leaned forward. "Come here."

They wrapped together, kissing, rubbing. Nudity allowed them an intimacy Aiko had never experienced before, as she felt her lover push against her thighs and splatter her lips over all available skin. This feels fine as is. If they never did anything more, Aiko was convinced she could feel content for the rest of her life.

But Reina wanted "more." She had established that she would always want "more." She left a trail of kisses down Aiko's face, her chest, and her stomach, stopping just above her pubic hair. The dithering lasted a second Reina lowered her tongue and plowed through.

Breath arrived before anything else, and that alone made Aiko quiver and sink into the pillow. Now there's a woman's mouth on my...omanko. Maybe Reina was right. Maybe that was a nice word.

Her tongue rounded the outline of Aiko's l.a.b.i.a before fingers spread lips apart and dove in. The tongue was tender at first, lingering toward the bottom of the folds and eliciting satisfied sighs. Ah, it wasn't so bad after...

The tongue moved up and hit a spot on Aiko's body she never noticed before. Oh my G.o.d! Her insides surged in intense delight: it shot from her stomach all the way up to her brain, stopping off in her mouth and exploding as a shout.

"How'd you like it if I f.u.c.ked your p.u.s.s.y real good?"

She's doing it!

Now Aiko knew what "toe curling" meant. Reina took the positive response with another lash of the tongue. It abandoned the original pleasurable spot and sank down... down... down. When Aiko thought it couldn't go down any further, the tongue swirled in placed and deepened.

Inside her.

Her eyes widened, but she saw nothing. Hysterical blindness that's what it was, right? overtook her, and all she knew in the world was her spread legs and the head feasting between them. Reina opened her mouth wide and encompa.s.sed everything Aiko had, lips puckering, tongue rubbing, and a sound coming that only processed as "s.e.x."

Everything was "s.e.x." Is this what I've been missing out on? It seemed the more this s.e.x went on, the more she wanted it, and the more wonderful it felt. Aiko learned the utmost carnal bliss of having a woman tend to her s.e.xual gratification, even if she had told her no fingers. She didn't think she could handle them anyway. I would die. I would literally die.

Her thoughts ended coherency. Aiko's body spoke in a primitive s.e.xual language, comprising of echoing moans, sparking skin, and neurons on fire. It all centered on what Reina did to her, but her brain also abandoned ship and her heart beat so fast she a.s.sumed it was normal. Her eyes regained sight just long enough to see Reina's dark head bobbing up and down between two raised legs, and then blank again. Reina's tongue and what it accomplished was all that existed.

A pressure unclipped from its harness inside Aiko's stomach and jumped out the emergency exit. It left behind it a bomb, about to go off, if Reina would just light the d.a.m.n fuse already. But Aiko could feel it, from the way her feet shook and her hands grasped at her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. She couldn't control her whimpers and moans, nor did she care to.

She came.

Control waylaid to pleasure; pleasure waylaid to euphoria. Aiko saw herself running up a hill, looking for the ejected pressure. She found it crumpled on the hill top, and when she touched it...she tried to stay on top of that hill as long as she could, but a harsh wind blew against her back and toppled her over the edge.

And just like that, she crashed. Reina's mouth became a nuisance, Aiko's c.l.i.toris too sensitive to tolerate that invading tongue any longer. Her hips stopped buckling and her breath recollected itself, and Reina lifted her head, amused.

She said nothing and crawled across Aiko's body again, rearranging their legs so they intertwined in such a way that one body locked against the other. She's so hot and wet. Aiko's brain was malfunctioning, but she latched on to the sensation of Reina's pelvis b.u.mping against her own.

Those next few minutes were a cherry on a sundae. Reina thrust against her with increasing force, her own moans echoing directly into Aiko's ear before she buried her face in the crook of her neck. The bed jerked back and forth although no headboard existed to bang against the wall Aiko wished there were. She wanted to hear the beat of their lovemaking, and she wanted to hear Reina shout in time to it.

"Iku!" Reina's voice was a foreign howl, but her body continued its familiar thrusts. Something hot and wet covered Aiko's l.a.b.i.a before Reina slammed against her and shouted inconceivable syllables into the bed sheets. Am I doing that? Is my body making her feel so good? A little spark alit in Aiko at the thought of it, and she joined Reina in her cries.

Breathless, and sore, they collapsed into final tranquility. Reina panted into Aiko's ear.

How long they stayed like that, Aiko couldn't say. But at some point Reina rolled off and fell limp on the other side of the bed. "I don't think you're a virgin anymore," she wheezed.

Aiko didn't reply.

"Holy s.h.i.t." Reina sat up and looked around for her bag. From it she pulled out her carton of cigarettes and a lighter. When she fell against the wall again she had already lit the cigarette, the smoke pouring from the end. "Want some?" She offered the cigarette to Aiko. "I know you don't smoke, but it's f.u.c.king fantastic after s.e.x."

"No thanks."

Reina relaxed with her cigarette for another minute before shoving it into a nearby ashtray. She flung herself next to Aiko again, one arm wrapping around her while smoky breath heaved. "Do you know what time it is?"

A clock hung on the wall by the bathroom. "We have a little over an hour left."

"Good. Because I'm not moving for at least another hour."

Her hand ma.s.saged Aiko's breast. I can't believe I just did that. "Merry Christmas, Reina-chan."

"Merry Christmas, Ai-chan."

Aiko could get used to this.

The party bubbled with all the "regulars," women who had been a part of the lesbian scene for most of their lives, or at least long enough to give them comfort and confidence about who they were. Reina knew most of them, either from affairs or just shop talk, and of course, they all knew her. Most of them knew Michiko, too, who trailed behind Reina, ordering drinks and saying h.e.l.lo to everyone while puffing on a cigarette.

Throughout the underground bar Reina heard the pulsing Western dance music and rabble of women laughing and yelling at each other. Lesbians are such a noisy bunch. She pried Michiko away from an older woman admiring her beauty, and directed her to an empty table in the far corner of the dimly lit room.

"Hm, I love a good Christmas party in j.a.pan." The moment Michiko sat down, two more women showed up to chat and share drinks. Reina ignored them. "All that's missing is some f.u.c.king fried chicken."

One of the new women offered to go out and get some, but they all declined. What's so weird about eating fried chicken on Christmas? Just another little cultural quirk Michiko the American thought she had to comment on every chance she got. Reina loved her, as far as her love could go, but sometimes even she became annoyed with the constant attention stealing and odd remarks. They just like her because she's foreign.

In these circles, Reina wasn't as popular. The older women were settled in their monogamous relationships or saw her as an overs.e.xed child. So while she flipped through an English magazine and looked at the pictures, Michiko flirted with a couple of butches and convinced one to order another vodka for her.

"You getting drunk tonight?" Reina tossed the magazine onto the table.

"I better be. I'm gonna party and hope one of these women feels me up in the bathroom."

Reina looked over Michiko's pulled back hair and feminine make-up. "s.h.i.t, I could do that for you."

All she got was a wink.

The other women got up and went to get a round of drinks, their figures instantly lost in the flashing lights and heavy sounds of the bar. "So I went on a date with Aiko again yesterday." Reina kept her eyes on the magazine.

"Huh? Really? I thought you'd be bored with her by now. What is that, two dates?"

"Four."

"Four dates! You must be smitten."

"What? No way." Aiko was cute, even pretty, and she entertained Reina with a clever mind and willingness to try new things, but smitten? She's not my girlfriend. "We're just dating."

"Must be boring."

Cigarette smoke oozed from Michiko's direction. "I f.u.c.ked her yesterday."

For a moment, Michiko gaped at Reina, her cigarette idling in the stuffy bar air. "Really? I never thought she would go for that. Huh." She put the cigarette in her mouth. "Was it awful?"

"No. Pretty basic." Reina pulled out her own cigarettes and waited for Michiko to offer a light. "Apparently she was a virgin."

"I could've told you that."

"Oh, yeah? Well, why didn't you?"

Michiko shrugged. "That was her business."

"I guess." The other women returned, with a round of beers and an extra vodka for Michiko. She made shorter work of it than Reina had of Aiko's virginity.

Gag. Reina didn't know where she fell in the Aiko divide. On one hand she enjoyed dating her especially now that s.e.x was a possibility but on the other she feared Aiko would turn into another one of those girls who caved into obsession and couldn't handle it when Reina refused to alter her lifestyle. I give it another month. If she were lucky, she'd get a few more rounds in bed with the little lesbian initiate. She wasn't bad. Not bad, just ridiculously inexperienced. A smile curved on Reina's face as she recalled Aiko's sudden, o.r.g.a.s.mic shout the day before. It was probably the first one she ever had.

The other women had to go talk to somebody, leaving Michiko and Reina alone again. They ordered two more vodka shots apiece and downed them in sync. The alcohol burned Reina's trachea, but once it settled she felt more relaxed than Aiko post-o.r.g.a.s.m. Why do I keep thinking about her?

"Hold this." Michiko tossed her purse into Reina's lap. "I've gotta go to the toilet. If I don't come back soon, it's because I either pa.s.sed out or I'm getting f.u.c.ked."

She stumbled away from the table and disappeared into the bowels of the bar. Reina huffed, her new position as "purse wench" almost as uncomfortable as it was ridiculous. She, who had never owned a purse in her life, knew everyone was now pointing and laughing.

Something jingled inside the purse, prompting Reina to look into its open top and sniff through it. Why not? Maybe there was something to eat inside. Bars overcharged for their snacks after those vodkas Reina needed something salty.

Keys. Make-up. More keys. More make-up. A tampon. Pocket mirror. Wallet. Loose change. Train pa.s.s. And a...Reina stopped sifting through Michiko's belongings when she saw a tiny, white bag. No, the bag wasn't white. The powder inside it was.

Reina had her hands on the drugs when Michiko returned.

"Believe or not, there is n.o.body to f.u.c.k in the toilet." She sauntered to her seat, a little woozy. "Seems kinda weird for this time of..."

Reina met Michiko's widening eyes. "Mi-chan." She pulled the little bag up just far enough to see. "What's this?"