They started with Satsuki's skirt, more for the sake of mobility than anything else. Once this was removed, they returned to the position of kneeling on the mattress and facing one another. There was no doubt in Satsuki's mind that she was nervous, but she could also not deny that this was tinged with a very real excitement.
"Should we... do things in the same order?" Satsuki asked.
"If you'd like," Mako nodded. "That way it wouldn't be anything too unexpected. But we can stop whenever you want, of course!"
"I know," said Satsuki, but then another thought cropped up. "Um... is this how it normally is between two women? Taking turns pleasuring one another?"
"Well, it CAN be," Mako shrugged. "But there are also things two girls can do to one another at the same time. Really NICE things."
Satsuki felt her face heat up as she remembered reading about such things. "You're speaking of... tribadism, then?"
"Tribad..." Mako repeated, a look of almost comic confusion crossing her face before she broke out in one of her smiles. "Oh, you mean tribbing! Ryuko-chan and I like to call it 'scissoring,' what with the whole scissor-blade thing and all, but I guess there are ways to do it other than the scissor-position since that can get uncomfortable unless you're really flexible, though I'm guessing YOU probably are, and... Satsuki-sama, you're turning purple: have I said too much?"
"Not at all," Satsuki lied, trying to force back the blush by strength of will alone.
"I guess I was surprised to hear Satsuki-sama jump in like that. Is that something you want to try?"
"Perhaps... another time," Satsuki managed.
"Of course," Mako smiled. "Anyway, that wasn't even what I was talking about."
Satsuki blinked at her. "It wasn't?"
"Nope," Mako replied, shaking her head. "I was, um, actually just talking about kissing. The sex part is great and everything, but for feeling good, sometimes a good, long kiss can really warm you up inside." Her smile deepened, and her eyes took on a bit of a faraway look. "There are plenty of nights that Ryuko-chan and I just kiss and cuddle. I like those nights, too."
"I see," Satsuki said slowly, thinking back to the relatively chaste kisses Mako had given her on the sofa. "Could we perhaps try that in a bit?"
"Anything you want," Mako reminded her.
"I... should continue undressing, then," Satsuki said next, mostly to herself, as she reached for the top button of her blouse. She found herself a tangle of different emotions, and wondered what had become of the Satsuki who had once confidently proclaimed that she would gladly bare her breasts if it meant furthering her cause. Somehow it was different now, and she was flooded with a sense of vulnerability, of hope and trust, of excitement, and even a strange yet familiar sense of honor in which she felt the need to repay Mako for all the younger girl had done.
Unexpectedly, she found her hands intercepted by one of Mako's before she could finish the first button.
"Um, Satsuki-sama..?" Mako said with an unmistakably shy smile. "Um... may I do this part?"
"Of course," Satsuki nodded, realizing that she might have a difficult time saying no to those eyes. Mako smiled warmly, and then picked up where Satsuki had left off, unfastening one button at a time. As the undressing continued, Satsuki found that she could not look away from the changing expression on Mako's face.
Mako looked as though all her dreams were coming true, and Satsuki found herself honored and even a little humbled that anyone could look at her in that way. These were not eyes of appraisal or lust or longing: this was gratitude and awe, and yes, love.
Once the last button was finished, Satsuki carefully slipped the blouse over her shoulders and let it drop to the bed, all the while watching the other girl's eyes. To her surprise, though, Mako's face lit up with an unexpected emotion: happiness bordering on glee.
"Oh my gosh, Satsuki-sama, I think that's the cutest bra I've ever seen!" Mako gushed, and suddenly they were simply two girls comparing clothes. "Where did you get it?"
"Um... you like it?" Satsuki asked hesitantly, a bit blindsided by the shift in mood. She'd dressed in such a hurry after her bath that she'd barely paid attention to which bra she'd put on.
"Oh, it's great!" Mako nodded. "It's lacy without being too frilly, and it fits you perfectly, and my GOODNESS look at that cleavage! I have a terrible time finding anything that pretty! I mean, finding an H70 is hard enough, but finding one this cute is almost impossible!"
"I... have them custom-made, actually," Satsuki admitted, suddenly remembering the fabric lines on Mako's chest. Did she normally resort to ill-fitting undergarments for want of something more comfortable? "I could see about getting some made for you, if you'd like?"
"Would you really?" Mako grinned, her eyes wider than ever.
"Of course. But that aside... Mako, I'm the head of a massive international clothing company. Chances are I could find you anything you wanted. You could have asked me if you needed something."
"I guess I could have," Mako said sheepishly. "I just hate asking you for stuff, Satsuki-sama. You've done so much for us already, and... I don't want to take advantage of your generousness."
That was Mako in a nutshell. From a lifetime of poverty to living with one of the richest women in the world, and she did not want to be spoiled. Perhaps two-star life had been a better lesson to her than even Satsuki had suspected.
Nonetheless. "Mako, look at me," Satsuki said, with just a hint of her commanding voice.
Mako immediately met her eyes. "Satsuki-sama?"
"Listen to me carefully, Mako. From this day forward, I will not allow your magnificent breasts to be touched by anything but the best. We will find you something that fits, and something that you enjoy wearing." Her voice then softened. "Please, Mako, allow me this, at the very least."
"Satsuki-sama is too kind," Mako said softly.
"I would be grateful for the chance to take care of you in this small way," Satsuki insisted. Then, feeling a surge of unexpected flirtatiousness, she added: "For the moments Ryuko and I won't be holding them ourselves, that is."
"Ooh, Satsuki-sama!" Mako grinned, her eyebrows shooting upward into her bangs. "I think you're getting the hang of it!" She then refocused her eyes on the bra. "Yeah, that's gorgeous. Thank you, Satsuki-sama. I'd love a chance to wear something that pretty."
It occurred to Satsuki at that moment that H70 was not so very far away from her own size. It wouldn't be a perfect fit by any means, but perhaps... "Would you like to try it on?"
"Could I?" Mako said eagerly. "Do you think it would fit me?"
"Close enough to get an idea," said Satsuki, reaching back to unclasp it and slide the straps down her arm. She had been so comfortable talking clothing with Mako that it wasn't until she felt the cool air of the room against her breasts that she realized what she had just done.
For her part, Mako was now frozen in place, and her eyes had gone wide, staring, and even a little misty. "Satsuki-sama... you're... beautiful..."
"You've... seen them before," Satsuki murmured, moving her arms to cover herself before forcibly and awkwardly stopping herself. "You were with me for that bath just the other day."
Mako nodded, and swallowed visibly. "I know, Satsuki-sama," she whispered, a corner of her mouth turning up in a half-smile. "But... this is the first time you're showing yourself... just for me."
The tenderness and soft amazement in her voice went straight to Satsuki's heart, and she could not help the hesitant smile that broke free.
"Um... could we maybe wait until later to try on the bra?" Mako asked in a tiny voice, her eyes still drinking in the sight of the girl kneeling before her.
"Of course," Satsuki almost laughed, realizing that playtime with clothes had ended for now. "Would you like to... touch me?"
"Absolutely," Mako nodded slowly. "May I, Satsuki-sama?"
"You... you may."
Very slowly, Mako reached forward, pausing just a finger's-breadth from Satsuki's skin. She then looked up into Satsuki's eyes and gave her a smile of pure gratitude before her hands cupped the taller girl's breasts. Satsuki took a quick breath, feeling a small stab of memory, but these were different hands, and these were different eyes. Mako was not taking possession of her: she was touching her with the greatest care and respect, seemingly content just to be allowed this honor.
"Are they sensitive?" Mako asked softly.
"I'm... not sure," Satsuki admitted, thinking back to the night before. "I have the feeling they might not be, though. I don't have a lot of experience with this, you know."
"Am I the first?" Mako asked, her eyes lighting up. "Did I get to be Satsuki-sama's first kiss AND the first to touch her breasts?"
As much as it pained her to do so, Satsuki shook her head. "No, Mako. You... you know that isn't true."
Mako stared at her for a moment, then to Satsuki's surprise, she moved her hands away and straightened up, a stern look coming to her face. "That didn't count, Satsuki-sama."
"Didn't... count?" Satsuki repeated, feeling her jaw go slack.
"That's right!" Mako almost shouted, and for just a moment she looked as though she might be on the verge of going into one of her rants. "People who hurt you don't deserve the honor of being your first! You get to choose your OWN firsts, and you get to give them away when YOU want to! No one gets to choose that for you! It didn't count! You get to leave it behind you!"
Before she could suppress it, Satsuki felt a core of fury quickly building up inside her. "I CAN'T!" she snarled.
Mako stood her ground, but Satsuki could see the very real fear in her eyes. "But... Satsuki-sama..?"
The quiver in Mako's voice was enough to douse the fires, and Satsuki tried to take a centering breath. "I'm sorry, Mako," she whispered.
"I've made Satsuki-sama angry..."
Satsuki shook her head. "I'm not angry with YOU, Mako," she sighed. "Honestly, I'm not. But at the same time, I meant what I said. I can't just forget that it ever happened, and you have no right to ask me to, even though I know you mean well. What happened to me was REAL, Mako. It was horrible, and there were times it felt like a nightmare, but it wasn't one that I could wake up from. I can't just brush it away: those memories will be with me for the rest of my life."
Nothing was said for a long time, and then Mako let out a tiny sob, and tears began to spill from her eyes. "That's not fair..."
"No, Mako. But it's reality."
"It's not fair that she took that from you," Mako quavered, shaking her head slowly. "Satsuki-sama deserves to be loved, and to share everything with someone who loves her and honors her, and..." She pressed her lips together tightly. "I hate her," she said miserably, reaching to cover her eyes and messily wipe the tears away. "I hate her for doing that to you."
Almost without thinking, Satsuki leaned forward and pulled Mako's hands away from her face. Mako had just enough time to look up in surprise before Satsuki closed the remaining distance and kissed her.
"Don't," she whispered as they broke. "Words of hate do not belong on these lips. She's gone now, Mako, and she'll never hurt me again."
"She's hurting you now, though," Mako whispered.
Satsuki closed her eyes. "Only her memory," she replied, with more confidence than she felt. "It's true that I said those memories will be with me for the rest of my life, but... I want to make new memories as well. Better memories."
Mako nodded, then ventured a fragile smile. "Then... maybe we can say it's your first time with someone who... loves you?"
"I like that idea," Satsuki smiled, smoothing the remainder of Mako's tears from her cheeks. "Shall we continue, then? I believe you were in the process of fondling me for the first time?"
"Actually, I touched you the other night, remember?" Mako laughed hesitantly. "We don't have to keep going, Satsuki-sama, if it's..."
"Do not finish that thought," Satsuki interrupted her, placing a finger to her lips. "Her memory has interfered enough for one night. Please, Mako... make new ones with me."
There was a long silence, and Satsuki felt a sinking feeling, wondering if the damage had already been done. Then, to her relief, Mako smiled warmly. "I like that idea," she repeated, kissing Satsuki's finger.
Satsuki leaned back then, arching her back just slightly and thoroughly enjoying the way Mako's eyes were immediately drawn to her breasts. "Now, where were we?"
Mako's smile deepened, and she again reached forward, but this time brought her fingers to Satsuki's shoulders, then gently slid them downward, just barely brushing her skin. Satsuki shivered as they trailed over her breasts and down along the muscles of her abdomen, before Mako reversed the motion and dragged her nails very gently over Satsuki's skin, around the prominent curves and back up to her shoulders. "Maybe they're more sensitive than I thought," Satsuki whispered. The gentle touch of Mako's fingers against her nipples had been electrifying.
"I'd love to test that theory," Mako giggled, having apparently regained some of her playful nature.
"Do as you like," Satsuki prompted her.
Mako nodded, and then surprised Satsuki by leaning in and gently burying her face against the generous curves. Mako then nuzzled her and rubbed against her like an affectionate cat, making Satsuki wonder if she were being scent-marked. Mako's eyes were closed, and her face was an expression of pure bliss. "You're perfect," she whispered.
"I'm glad you think so," Satsuki replied, finding herself strangely amused but certainly enjoying the contact.
"May I kiss you, Satsuki-sama?"
Satsuki was about to say that she had already answered that question, but then she realized what Mako meant. "You may."
With a tiny, happy moan, Mako began to leave a series of kisses over Satsuki's breasts, first feather-light, then more firmly as she made a damp path across the soft skin, always coming close to the nipple but never quite touching it. "Are you... teasing me?" Satsuki whispered.
"Trying to warm you up," Mako giggled.
"You're succeeding," said Satsuki, feeling that core of heat moving lower now.
"I'm glad," Mako whispered, and Satsuki could feel the other girl's breath against her skin. "Satsuki-sama, may I taste you?"
"Do as you like," Satsuki said again, though she was not certain what this request meant.
A moment later she got her answer, as Mako circled her nipple with just the tip of her tongue, before closing her lips over the sensitive skin and sucking gently. Satsuki gasped as Mako played with the nipple in her mouth, rolling it with her tongue and gently squeezing it against her upper palate.
There was no longer a "maybe" about it: they were indeed more sensitive than Satsuki had thought.
Mako then turned her attention to Satsuki's other breast, repeating the rhythmic sucking, but this time bringing her hand up to play with the moistened, erect nipple she'd left behind. Satsuki let out a moan of her own, then, and felt an unfamiliar but welcome sensation between her legs which she now knew to be her own wetness and arousal.
"Tasty," Mako said as she moved her face away, leaving her hands to continue playing with Satsuki's aching nipples. "Thank you, Satsuki-sama. Was that a first time for you?"
"Um, not exactly..?" Satsuki blushed. "I... um... sort of did it to myself last night while I was trying to..."
Mako's eyes bugged. "You can DO that?"
"Um... yes?"
"Wow," Mako whispered, giving Satsuki a look of awe and amazement before looking down at herself. "I never tried that before. I wonder if I could?"
"Possibly," said Satsuki. "It... wasn't very good, though. I... liked it a lot more when it was you."
"Thank you," Mako said gratefully, but then her face took on a look of playful mischief. "Ooh, I almost forgot! Now that we're both topless, there's something important we need to do."
"We do?"
"Yep!" Mako grinned. She rose slightly from her seiza position, so that she was closer to eye level with the taller girl, then put her hands to Satsuki's sides and leaned in, jamming their breasts together. "Boob squish!" she sang.
"This is... important?" Satsuki asked cautiously.
"Mandatory," Mako nodded insistently, wiggling a little so that their breasts slid delightfully against one another.
Satsuki smiled in spite of herself, remembering Mako's earlier words about sex getting to be play as well. "You're a very strange girl, Mako," she said fondly.
"Maybe," Mako giggled. "Feels good, though, doesn't it?"
It did at that, Satsuki noted, and more importantly it brought them close enough that she could slip her arms around Mako and hold her. She felt Mako's hands across her back, repeating the gesture, and for a while Satsuki just reveled in the sensation of so much bare skin against bare skin. This was right. This was how it was supposed to be. This was warmth and tenderness and even a little bit of goofy fun to keep the mood light.
Not for the first time, she realized just how much she had needed this.
Their faces were very close together now, so Satsuki took the liberty this time and kissed Mako again, causing the younger girl to melt against her a little as she reciprocated.
As quickly as things had gone from heated to playful, the pendulum swung back just as rapidly, and Mako was beginning to make little whimpering sounds as they continued kissing. Before long, Satsuki found herself sharing another first as she felt the indescribable sensation of Mako's tongue in her mouth. Satsuki did her best to match her partner's actions, and while their tongues neither dueled nor danced, as she had read in so many stories, it was an amazing feeling nonetheless. Satsuki thought back on Mako's words about this being one of the best things that two girls could do together, and found herself wholly in agreement.
However, it was getting more and more difficult to keep this up in their present position, so when they finally released one another to gasp for air, Satsuki guided them back to the pillows and lay back, pulling Mako into her arms so that they could continue more at their leisure.
While their lips joined and they continued deeply drinking in the taste of one another, Mako continued running up and down Satsuki's body with one hand, leaving trails of sensation everywhere she touched. True to her words from earlier in the week, she paid special attention to Satsuki's breasts, stroking and caressing and playing with the still erect nipples, causing that core of heat within Satsuki to intensify with every touch of her fingers.
As wonderful as it was, though, Satsuki wanted more. "Mako," she whispered between kisses.
"Yes, Satsuki-sama?" Mako replied in a deliciously husky voice.
"Mako, would you..."
"Would I?"
"Would you... touch my..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence. No medical term or trite euphemism seemed appropriate to express her wants. "Mako, I'm so wet," she whispered instead.
"Ahhhh..." Mako nodded in understanding. "Are you sure, Satsuki-sama?"
In reply, Satsuki raised her hips from the mattress and used her free hand to slide her panties down her legs and off. "Please, Mako..."
"Anything you like," Mako reminded her, then kissed Satsuki again even as she let her hand glide down toward that core of heat. "Mm, Satsuki-sama shaves?" she asked playfully.
"Not as much as I used to," Satsuki laughed nervously. "Things were a little different when I wore Junketsu."
"I can imagine," Mako giggled. "Are you ready, Satsuki-sama?"
Lacking the voice to answer with words, Satsuki swallowed hard and nodded.
With a touch that was almost surprising in its gentleness, Mako slid her fingers down between Satsuki's thighs. Almost leisurely, almost as though she were exploring some new land, Mako slowly acquainted herself with this most private place, while Satsuki tried desperately not to name the spots where her fingers paused. This was different. This was not something to be endured, but to be welcomed and enjoyed.
But then, unbidden, she heard that voice again.
"Open your heart to me."
Desperately, she tried to chase that voice from her mind, but it was too late, and she was flooded with memories of a cruel, satisfied smile, and of eyes filled with lust and madness. "Mako..." she whispered.
"Satsuki-sama?"
"Say something..."
"What does Satsuki-sama want me to say?"
"Anything," Satsuki cried desperately. "Anything to get her voice out of my head! Please, Mako..."
"Satsuki-sama is so beautiful," Mako said insistently. "I'm so lucky to have this chance to love you. I'm so grateful to you, Satsuki-sama..."
They were just the words that Satsuki needed to hear, but even then, they weren't enough, and she placed her hand over Mako's to still her efforts. "I'm sorry," she said in a miserable whisper. "Please stop."
Nodding wordlessly, Mako instead took Satsuki in her arms and held her tightly while the older girl fought back tears. "I'm sorry, Mako, I'm so sorry..."
"Please stop saying that, Satsuki-sama," Mako said gravely. "You don't need to apologize for this. You're not the one to blame."
Satsuki nodded against Mako. Intellectually, she knew this to be true, but... "I hate this," she whispered. "I want you so badly, Mako, but..."
"You feel vulnerable?" Mako finished for her.
"Yes," Satsuki sighed in defeat. "I wish I could forget it all and say this was the first time for me, Mako, but... I can't. Only one other person has touched me like that, and... even though I know you're not her, and even though I know you're someone I SHOULD be able to trust and let go with..." She shook her head. "You were right: it isn't fair."
Nothing was said for a few moments, and Satsuki felt her heart sink as she wondered how long it would be, if ever, before she could ever let someone make love to her.
"Satsuki-sama," Mako then asked her, "I know this is hard, but could I ask you something?"
"Of course."
"Is it the specific memory of someone... um, reaching down there that triggers it for you? Sort of like the way you said it was hard for you to be held from behind?"
"That was her normal... method," Satsuki managed. "Sometimes she'd stand behind me and reach around, but other times she'd be in front of me, so she could stare me down, but either way... it was always hands."
Mako nodded, and her brow furrowed in a look of concentration for a few moments before she tightened her lips and looked into Satsuki's eyes resolutely. "Satsuki-sama, do you trust me?"
"As much as I can," Satsuki replied, wishing it could be more.
"That'll do for now. Do you still want me?"
"More than I can say."
For the first time in seemingly forever, Mako smiled. "I'd like to try something, then. Will you let me, please? You don't have to- we could stop right here and cuddle some more instead- but I think you might like this."
Satsuki stared at her for a time, then nodded slowly.
Now smiling with just a hint of her earlier playfulness, Mako pushed herself up and crept around toward Satsuki's feet. Then, with the utmost care, she gently parted Satsuki's bent legs and gradually settled down so that her head was directly between Satsuki's thighs, and her face...
Satsuki inhaled sharply, realizing the other girl's intentions. "Mako..?"
Mako looked up at her and smiled. "See, Satsuki-sama? Now we're both vulnerable."
The truth of that statement hit Satsuki like a thunderbolt. Mako was absolutely right: Ragyo would never have put herself in this position. Panic filled her heart, though, as she realized just how dangerous this could be. The warrior in Satsuki had already determined how easy it would be to grip Mako's head between her thighs and snap her neck: what if she felt threatened in the heat of the moment and acted without thinking? "Mako, you can't..." she whispered. "I might hurt you!"
Once more, Mako looked up into her eyes and smiled serenely. "You won't," she said simply.
The trust expressed in that simple declaration pierced Satsuki's heart, and finally, she felt something inside her letting go.
These were not the words of a tormentor, but a lover.
"May I taste you, Satsuki-sama?" Mako asked again.
She could no longer deny that voice anything, and she nodded.
What followed was nothing short of a whirlwind of sensation as Mako's tongue wasted no time in finding her clitoris. It was truly like nothing Satsuki had ever felt, and the realization that she was truly able to give this "first" to Mako was enough to fill her with a feeling of buoyancy and brilliance. This was something new and wonderful, and it was THEIRS. Ragyo had no power over them here.
Mako was truly lighting her heart up.
She felt Mako's hands sliding up to either side and again finding her breasts, gently squeezing and stroking: not with any particular skill or deftness, as her concentration seemed to be elsewhere, but that added touch served to fan the flames all the same.
So this was how it felt to give yourself to a lover. But which of them was the one truly giving? Could it really be both? Was such a thing truly real after all?
"Mako," she groaned, realizing that there was one last trust she wanted to give. "Mako... could you... inside..?"
There was a pause, and then Mako made a soft, satisfied sound and slid her tongue downward, tracing between Satsuki's labia before slipping inside her, and it was at this time that Satsuki's world turned completely inside-out. Mako's tongue could not reach far, but even in her current state Satsuki could remember enough of her study to recall that most of the vaginal nerve endings were near the opening anyway, and the motions of that tongue seemed to be hitting every single damned one of them.
Mako was inside her. This was something she had wanted, and had asked for, and it was indescribably wonderful.
It was this realization that rapidly drove her to climax, and she screamed out Mako's name as wave after wave rushed through her. There was again a tiny stab of fear as she realized that she had lost any semblance of control, but she knew that Mako was with her, and would keep her safe and love her as she writhed in pleasure.
When at last the world returned, Mako was once more lying at her side and holding her and gently kissing her, and Satsuki could faintly taste what she knew to be herself on Mako's lips and tongue.
"Mako..." Satsuki whispered brokenly. "Mako, I lo-"
"Ssh," Mako stopped her, putting a finger to her lips. "Satsuki-sama doesn't have to say anything. Just hold me."
"But Mako, I... I think I..."
"Then tell me in the morning," Mako whispered, snuggling against her. "No need for words now, Satsuki-sama. You've already shown me."
Satsuki nodded against her, already feeling herself slipping away into a warm, blissful sleep. "Thank you, Mako," she said instead.
"My pleasure," Mako giggled softly. "And thank you, Satsuki-sama."
"Please..." Satsuki said in a breathy whisper. "Just... just Satsuki..."
She felt Mako briefly tense in her arms, but only a little, and then she melted further into their embrace. "Pleasant dreams... Satsuki..."
That was the last Satsuki heard before she fell asleep, and on reflection, it was the perfect ending to their evening together.
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At some undetermined late hour, Satsuki found herself stirring awake. Mako was still in her arms, but there was another unexpected feeling along with it. There was a sheet over them, for starters, and Satsuki wondered briefly if Mako had covered them before falling asleep.
It was then, however, that she realized that there were more arms around her than Mako's, and she could hear a soft, wheezy breath close to her ear. She didn't need to look to know that Ryuko had returned, and was lying behind her- though on top of the sheet- and was holding both of them protectively as they slept.
Satsuki smiled and drifted back to sleep, feeling safer and more loved than she had ever dared believe possible.