I had so much fun writing Takano and Onodera as a yuri couple that I just couldn't resist doing a fem Romantic story. This one will be a bit longer, and be warned, lady Usagi is just as horny as her male counterpart. Mature audiences only.
I hope you enjoy the twist :)
Love,
TBF101
Starry Night
Chapter 1
Pearl Necklace
Golden eggs and dark sausage sizzled in a pan as Misaki prepared breakfast. As she shifted the pan on the burner, a sudden splatter of oil flew up and hit the skin of her hand.
Misaki hissed at the pinprick of pain and brought her hand up to her mouth, sucking on the flesh for a brief second before going back to her cooking.
This seemingly benign action caught a set of lavender eyes, which took on a predatory tint at the sight of the cute girl engaging in domestic activity. A third set of eyes noticed the distraction, and Aikawa sighed, scratching the back of his neck. The two of them had been sitting in the living room for quite some time, and they had hardly gotten anything done.
"Usami-sensei," Aikawa begged. "Your first draft is due on Friday and you haven't even started it. Could you please try and remain focused?"
Usami Akihiko slid her gaze over to Aikawa, crossing her arms. "I can't help it if inspiration evades me."
"Well then find something inspiring!" Aikawa growled. Thanks to his deadlines, he had barely gotten to sleep last night and wasn't in the best of moods to begin with. And now his best selling and ironically, his most difficult, author was being a lazy ass.
"Mi-sa-ki!" Usami trilled, turning towards the kitchen. "Are you making the sausages octopus shaped?"
Misaki rolled her eyes. "Again? We've been doing that every day for a week."
Usami's face took on the aura of a sick puppy and she woefully commented. "Will I never again taste the joy and happiness of a sausage-shaped octopus?"
Misaki raised an eyebrow, which Aikawa mirrored. Although they were both familiar with Usagi and her eccentric tendencies, they still could tell complete bullshit when they saw it. Despite this, Misaki took some more sausages out and cut one of the ends into fourths before dropping them into a pan.
Satisfied that their breakfast would be much more octopus shaped, Usagi turned back to Aikawa.
"How can you expect me to get any writing done when you keep rejecting all my ideas?"
"Because your definition of 'normal' is completely warped," Aikawa said bluntly. "I'll get you all the references you need! Just get some goddamned work done!"
Misaki sighed, feeling sympathy for the poor editor. "Usagi nee-san, your work is important. Get it done already."
The beautiful author's painted lips curled into a smile and she winked at Misaki lecherously. "I'm sure inspiration could come to me, in the form of Misaki wearing nothing under that apron."
Misaki blushed angrily at the comment, her face scrunching into an irritated expression that Usagi found simply adorable. She couldn't help it. Today Misaki was wearing a pink sweater and jeans that fitted her rather nicely, showing off her slim form with the subtle curves of her chest, hips, and ass. Although it could be declared vehemently that Usagi was not a morning person, in her mind, it was never too early for sexcapades.
Aikawa quietly laughed under his breath. "You two are hilarious together. You're like a quibbling married couple."
Misaki choked and she nearly dropped her spatula.
"Aikawa-san," she said after regain her composure. "Please don't refer to us…that way."
Aikawa smiled knowingly and began to collect his things, making sure he gave his author another verbal chiding before he headed out the door. Usagi sighed audibly and took up her 20's style cigarette holder, sticking a fag in it and lighting it.
"Usagi nee-san," Misaki said as she carried platters of food to the set table. "Breakfast is ready."
Usagi hummed and took up Suzuki-chan, carrying the giant bear to the table under one arm and seating it in an empty chair. The two women sat down and said a quick blessing before digging in.
Misaki had been living with Usagi for about three months now, and though she was quite a adaptable girl, she found the oddities of their everyday life to be a little…well, odd. Even now as Usagi happily ate her sausage and marveled at the color of the eggs, Misaki could feel an eye roll coming on.
The older woman was wearing a pants suit as usual, today a vibrant blue with a taupe colored blouse underneath, a classic pearl necklace, and a huge studded silver ring. Her long, wispy hair was curled stylishly and fell in layers just past her shoulders.
Why does she dress up even for breakfast? Misaki thought. What's the point?
But it wasn't just her clothing. Misaki had only seen Usagi without full makeup a few times, usually when a deadline was past due. Today she was emphasizing her thin lips with bright red lipstick, and played down eyes, though Misaki was fairly sure the thick lashes were fake.
Misaki could catch a glimpse of Usagi's full cleavage with her low cut top, and was still wondering after all these weeks if they were fake as well. She certainly wouldn't put it past Usagi to have a boob job. Hell, the woman went to a private hair salon three times a week and changed her nail color to match her mood, which swung back and forth like the pendulum on a grandfather clock.
Misaki's eyes drifted down to her sweater and jeans, which looked a little shabby next to her landlady's coifed appearance. Misaki had never thought of herself as ugly, but at the same time, the word beautiful just didn't fit either. She had been called cute, mostly by her sister Takahiro and a few classmates, but never anything past that.
After Usagi had her fill of faux octopi, she took up a fresh cigarette and lingered at the table, letting out a perturbed sigh.
"Usagi nee-san?" Misaki said, setting down her chopsticks. "What's wrong?"
"It's this damn novella," Usagi replied, blowing smoky tendrils with her painted lips. "I can't get a good feel for it."
"What's it about?"
"It's the latest of my Yuri novels."
Misaki immediately wished she hadn't asked. She quickly grabbed a few of the empty dishes and headed off to the kitchen. She set them in the sink and turned on the faucet.
"Well, I'd better finish the dishes before I head off to school. You're lunch is in the fridge, but please take the saran wrap off before you microwave it. Also what would you like for dinner—"
Misaki's sentence trailed off as she felt a pair of arms encircling her shoulders. Her body ignited as soon as her lover touched her, but she quickly tried to act as if it didn't.
"Uh, Usagi…what are you doing?"
Usagi pouted piteously and rested her head on Misaki's shoulder. "What am I going to do Misa-chan? The story is supposed to be about two lovers having a girls' night out, and Aikawa keeps rejecting all my ideas."
"What, did they fly to Cabo?" Misaki said, taking a stab in the dark.
"How'd you know?"
"That's not what a girls' night is, Usagi," Misaki sighed. "It's supposed to be like going out and shopping and watching a fun movie together in your pajamas."
Usagi tipped her head forward in interest. "Really? Tell me more."
"Um, I don't know," Misaki said. "That's just what my sister and me did when we spent time together. Not so much shopping, but making sweets and just lounging about. Why?"
Usagi smiled and purred into Misaki's ear. "You're a very good muse, Misaki. You should do it more often."
"Do what…exactly?"
"You give me so many delicious ideas," Usagi crooned.
Misaki bit back a gasp as she felt Usagi's fingers trail down her neck to her collarbone, but she couldn't stop herself from crying out when Usagi's cold hand dove into her sweater and squeezed her small breast.
"What are you—stop!" Misaki cried out. But her protest quickly turned to a groan as Usagi turned her around and kissed her, demanding entrance with her tongue. Misaki closed her eyes and tried to push away, but the older woman pinned her against the counter, sweetly kissing along her cheek. Usagi's other hand snaked down to Misaki's waist, expertly rubbing at the front of her jeans before pulling down the zipper.
"Ah! No!" Misaki gasped as Usagi's hand slipped inside her jeans and massaged the tender bump at the hood of her pink folds. Misaki gripped the counter and breathed heavily as she felt herself become aroused, and she moaned as a finger slicked inside her.
"You're getting wet," Usagi murmured, nibbling at her lover's earlobe. "How 'bout we have a little fun before you go to school?"
"No way," Misaki said quietly. "I'm going to be late, and I have Kamijou first period."
"Very well," Usagi said, taking her damp fingers out of Misaki's jeans. Misaki breathed a sigh of relief, only to have Usagi grab her wrist and drag her to the living room couch. Usagi kneeled in front of her and began to tug Misaki's jeans down her hips.
"What are you doing?" Misaki yelled. "I thought you said you'd let me go!"
Usagi discarded Misaki's jeans and smiled lecherously. "I'll write you a note."
"But—ah! Wait!" Misaki moaned as Usagi slid off her panties and spread her thighs apart. Usagi leaned closer and could already smell the scent of Misaki's most intimate parts, and it enthralled her. Sticking a finger in her mouth, Usagi positioned Misaki and thrust her digit back inside, relishing the cry her young lover made. And Misaki moaned even louder when Usagi's tongue began to lap at her clit, gently rubbing it from side to side.
"No, Usagi…" Misaki pleaded even as her hips shifted closer to the warm mouth. That finger pumped in and out of her as Usagi ate her out, and it she could do not to lose herself in the pleasure. She didn't know how much time passed, but she felt her desire growing with every touch and soon she was writhing on the couch.
"You want more?" Usagi purred. The older woman withdrew her finger, which was now sticky with Misaki's juices. Seeing the girl was wet enough, Usagi took two fingers and plunged them back inside, this time going deep and fast. Misaki's eyes widened and she gripped the couch cushions as she a wave descending upon her. Usagi's fingers hit her sweet spot again and again, and she cried out as the wave flooded her mind.
Misaki sank limply against the couch, reeling in the aftermath of her orgasm. Usagi took out her fingers and a few droplets fell from them as she cupped her mouth around them, tasting the unique flavor that was Misaki. She then sat beside the teen, running her fingers through Misaki's chocolate hair and pulling her into another kiss.
"I want to do it," she said quietly.
"What?" Misaki said, aghast. "No way!"
"A girls' night out," Usagi said. "You don't have work this evening. Let's have a date, shall we?"
Misaki got up off the couch and began to pull her panties and jeans back on, her mind still foggy. If it was for Usagi's work, she supposed it would be all right, but at the same time she wondered just what this date would entail.
"What time are you done with class?" Usagi asked.
"Uh, four."
"Great, I'll pick you up at the front gates," she said in a bubbly, excited tone.
Misaki frowned. "The back gates, please. Your pink sports car draws the wrong kind of attention."
Thanks for reading! Hope to hear from you guys! Kisses!