The dark side has cookies? Well, this chapter is still T but thisclose to M.
"Stay with me tonight." The timbre of Shizuru's voice was low, seductive, a tone that roused an undeniable ache between Natsuki's legs. Dear heavens, she wanted it to be nighttime already. Her heart thumped wildly as she imagined herself drinking in Shizuru's naked flesh and greedily feasting on the tantalizing curves with her hands and mouth.
Oh. God. Why, oh why did I agree to go to Hypnotic later? Would the gang make a big fuss if Shizuru and I call it a night after half an hour? I seriously hope it's a lousy club. No matter what, we're skipping out early. And that's final.
Natsuki was pulled from her thoughts when the older girl pressed a kiss to her neck, then another, lingering to taste the salty skin with the tip of the tongue. She shuddered, her skin drawing taut under the kisses.
Shizuru lifted her head, grinning at her girlfriend. "So I'm pretty sure I know where you'll be tonight," she said playfully, sliding her hands around Natsuki's neck. She felt a pair of arms slide around her waist.
Natsuki gazed into pools of crimson, lips curling into an evil smirk. "Yep, in my bed, clutching my oh-so-comfortable body pillow—"
Shizuru smacked her arm, pouting. Natsuki laughed out loud.
"Kidding!" Natsuki flashed a toothy grin. "What I meant to say was come hell or high water, it's you and me tonight. There's nowhere else I—"
The next words died in her throat, and she gasped when Shizuru kissed her, gently at first, nibbling on her lower lip, then with growing need, tongue tangling with hers. Green eyes snapped shut as Shizuru combed through her hair, rubbing the silky strands of blue between her fingers. Everything felt so good. Shizuru's kiss… Shizuru's touch... Shizuru's breasts.
Oh my God, did she just press her breasts into my chest? S-She totally did! Does she want me to die right here? Her boobs are smack dab against mines! More like on top. Well, let's be honest, she is more endowed. Not that I'm jealous or anything. Okay, maybe a little. But damnnnn, I want to touch them so bad.
Geez, I'm like a pervy boy.
You know what? Eff it, I'm going for it. She's my girlfriend and it's pretty clear what's going down tonight. I'll call this a preview.
Natsuki broke from the kiss to catch her breath and took a step back. Shizuru looked at her with inquiring eyes. "Shizuru, I have a question for you," she said in a husky voice.
The older girl's pulse quickened. "Hmm?"
"Do you like this?" Natsuki pressed her palm to a covered breast, her thumb grazing at the side of the swell.
"Ohhh!" Shizuru jerked forward, the heat of Natsuki's touch made her skin tingle even through the nylon fabric. She dropped her gaze to the hand gently cupping her breast and then threw her head back, biting her lip to stifle a moan when the pad of Natsuki's thumb brushed against a hard nipple.
Natsuki's lips latched onto a slender neck and began to kiss her way down the exposed column. Shizuru held onto her tormentor tighter to support her rubbery legs.
Mmm… right there… feels so good! Why is Natsuki's shirt still on her…?
SHIZURU FUJINO! Now is neither the time nor the place—especially the place—to be thinking about such things! You need to end this before it spirals out of control. You and Natsuki are in a fitting room for goodness' sake! This is worse than the student council room!
As much as she loved Natsuki's caresses, her voice of reason was right. They should not be doing this here. Curiously enough, the stern voicesounded a lot like her mother. A perverse thought crossed her mind. What if their mothers caught them? Well, it would save them the trouble of telling the women. But it felt so cowardly to her. She'd rather own up to loving Natsuki on her own terms than use the circumstances to her advantage.
Shizuru reluctantly pulled away from Natsuki and backed herself to a wall. "I have to be here," she said, pointing to her spot about four feet from Natsuki, "or else your shirt buttons will be on the floor." She flushed a faint scarlet.
Natsuki gaped at her. Her imagination went into overdrive. She could see the whole scene play out in her head. Shizuru ripping her shirt open. The sound of buttons popping. The sight of them flying to the floor. Shizuru's passionate assault on her breasts. Her cries of pleasure. "Um… right, yeah. T-That… wouldn't be good. That would be bad. Very bad. No, we can't let that happen—" She stopped when she heard a soft laugh that was music to her ears. Shizuru tried to restrain herself, but the temptation proved to be too much.
Natsuki rubbed the back of her neck, smiling sheepishly. "I was rambling again, huh?"
The sandy-haired girl nodded, chuckling. "But it was very, very cute."
Natsuki decided now was a good time to leave with her pride only marginally bruised. She motioned to the door and made her exit. Shizuru hastily changed back into her clothes and bought the swimming suit without a second thought. The bikini had already become her favorite swimwear by a long shot.
As they walked back to the boutique where their mothers were, Natsuki reviewed the gang's meet up at Hypnotic. "What time are we supposed to be there?"
"I think Nao said nine."
Natsuki nodded. She noticed they were still far from a crosswalk signal and surveyed the traffic in both directions. There was none. "Hey Shizuru, let's live on the wild side!"
"What—" Shizuru didn't have time to respond as Natsuki clasped their hands together and led them in a mad dash across the four empty lanes, both laughing the entire way.
"You are a bad girl, Natsuki Kuga," Shizuru chastised, smiling. "Jaywalking is only the beginning. Next thing you know, you're not going to knock before you enter."
Natsuki smirked. "You're an accomplice, Shizuru Fujino. That makes you a bad girl too," she reminded, quickly ruffling the girl's hair. She retracted her hand before Shizuru could slap it away. "Oh, snap! Do your fans know you have bouts of violence? Dun, dun, dun."
Shizuru giggled at the dramatic sound effect.
"I've been meaning to ask you this: do you get tired of all the attention? I mean—people are constantly staring at you. Don't you find it annoying?"
"Mm, I am a bit more understanding than Natsuki," Shizuru teased. "But yes, there were times I would have liked to be anonymous. Maybe I would have more privacy if I had a different last name."
Natsuki snorted. "That's not the problem."
"Really? Care to shed light on your theory?" She nudged Natsuki with her shoulder. The girl chuckled.
"Uh, it's classified information, but since you asked nicely…" Natsuki gestured for Shizuru to come closer. The latter leaned forward.
"People stare because… you're an alien from planet Ridiculously Hot."
They burst out laughing.
Shizuru wiped a stray tear from her eyes. "Natsuki is in a good mood today!"
The girl shrugged, grinning. She saw two women emerge from a shop and immediately called out to them, waving. "We're back!"
Aiko and Saeko whipped their head in the direction of the familiar voice.
When the girls finally reached them, Saeko couldn't contain her excitement any longer, gushing, "We found our dresses!"
"I want to see!" Shizuru was thrilled for them. Natsuki took the more subdued route and gave them a thumbs up.
Aiko explained that the dresses she and Saeko chose needed some altering, which was why she was showing them images of the gowns on her cell phone.
"Both are gorgeous!"
"They really are," Natsuki echoed.
Saeko draped an arm around her daughter's shoulder, declaring, "The shopping trip is a success! And no one died of boredom, right sweetie?"
Natsuki rolled her eyes at her mother's cloying smile. "Sure, mom."
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Back in the comfort of her own room, Natsuki laid in bed, staring at the ceiling. Unlike Shizuru's cosmic ceiling, hers lacked any fancy design. It was plain and boring. Perhaps she should ask her parents for one just like Shizuru's? Nah, she thought. It wouldn't be the same since she couldn't bug Shizuru to point out her zodiac sign, Leo the Lion. They were both well-aware she knew exactly which one it was, but she made it a habit to ask every now and then just to get a rise out of the girl.
I'll be sleeping under the stars tonight. With Shizuru.
Her lips curled into a thoughtful smile.
They say you never forget your first time. And I can see why. It's an intense experience. You're stripped to the core, exposing every inch of yourself to this person, who you hope loves every inch of you too, flaws and all. I can't do this with anyone but Shizuru.
Come to think of it—it's like learning a new subject, but instead of regurgitating useless facts, I'm going to be in well-versed in Shizuru's body! I'll be damned if I don't get a perfect score. Okay, maybe not on the first try. Or second. Or third. But somewhere down the road, I'm not settling for anything less!
Natsuki retrieved her laptop and plopped it in front of her on the bed. She wasn't crazy enough to use her desktop computer since the monitor faced the door, which meant anyone who barged in unannounced was privy to her viewing. She made sure that would never happen. Not with the videos she had been watching for the past several days.
The story started rather innocently. She was browsing a website on Ducati motorcycles and clicked on an outgoing link when a popup window appeared, showing a woman receiving oral pleasure from another woman and moaning quite loudly. She could not look away. She had never seen such explicit scenes before. Not even between a man and a woman. But it was abundantly clear her body was interested. But could she do that with Shizuru?
Well, it never hurt to be prepared. Unfortunately, the subsequent videos she saw were really bad. The unnaturally large breasts freaked her out. She wondered why some women kept their stilettos on. It made them look cheap. The moans sounded forced and highly exaggerated. All in all, they made her cringe. She was about to give up until she came across a forum praising the works of SKNV, a new name in the adult entertainment industry, for producing realistic lesbian porn for once. SKNV turned out to be her saving grace.
Here she was again watching two beautiful women pleasuring each other, but strangely enough, she was more focused on their amazing techniques. Which was why she started watching porn in the first place. If Shizuru's body was the lesson, then these videos were her textbooks. She spent the rest of the afternoon dutifully studying like a good student.
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Shizuru dreamed of a blushing face. Of shaky hands undressing her. Of lips exploring every patch of skin. Of giving all of herself to a girl she could die for. She dreamed of her Natsuki.
She woke from a short nap, smiling at the memories of her dream. She stretched her arms and got out of bed. The clock said it was only three. She had five hours to kill before she had to get ready for Hypnotic. Shizuru picked up one of her mother's magazines from her desk and headed out to the balcony for some light reading.
A blurb on the cover piqued her interest, and she flipped to the article charting the astronomical rise of an X-rated how-to guide. It started with a caller to a late night radio show who confessed that an erotic book did wonders for him and his wife's sex life. What distinguished this adult book from the others of its kind was that it was written by two gay women who were madly in love with each other. The radio personalities asked how he knew this. He said it was just a hunch. Many callers felt the same and the acclaim was so overwhelming that a producer rushed out to obtain a copy. The DJs read an excerpt on air, which led to explosive sales the next day.
Shizuru had to get her hands on a copy too. After all, it was applicable to her life.
Ordering online was out since she sort of needed it today. She decided not to go to the book store closest to her house since she'd rather not run into anyone familiar. The thought of someone finding out she was having sex in general did not sit well with the private girl.
Shizuru drove for about an hour and finally arrived at a book store just outside of the bustling city. She tied her hair back and put on her sunglasses to conceal her distinctive eyes. To ensure her anonymity to the fullest extent, she put on a baseball cap, tugging the bill low on her face.
No one gave her a second look when she stepped inside. The other patrons figured she was just another typical teenager with her skinny jeans and plaid shirt. Shizuru glanced at her outfit and chuckled.
I wonder how Natsuki would react if she saw me dressed like this. It's very laid back, but I'm still ambivalent about this plaid design. But I like this cap of hers. I wonder what Duran Duran is though.
She spotted the bestsellers sign and headed for the section. She found the book tucked behind another title due to its mature nature. Just as she was about to grab it, a cheery voice stopped her.
"Hi Fujino-san!"
Shizuru cursed her luck that the accessories weren't enough to hide her identity. She schooled her features into a neutral expression and faced Nagi Homura, the eccentric second-year the teenagers turned to for contraband. "Ara, how did Homura-san guess it was me?"
He smirked and pointed to her cap. "That's Natsuki-chan—er, uhh, Kuga-san's," he backtracked. The hard edge to her mouth, the subtle menace in her eyes was unnerving. Was there a beast inside Shizuru Fujino that no one knew about? "Uh, I've seen Kuga-san wear it before, and I thought you were her until I saw the hair."
So the mask she wore for the public suffered its first crack. All because a boy had the audacity to refer to her Natsuki so informally and with that endearing suffix no less! "Homura-san is very observant. Indeed, it does belong to Natsuki." The possessive tone made Shizuru pause.
Ara, ara! I sound like a control freak! So what if he called her 'Natsuki-chan'? He was just joking. I'm getting worked up over nothing. Relax, Shizuru.
The boy was short in stature but a giant in razor-sharp wit. He realized he might have just stumbled upon the girl's only weakness because he couldn't find any other. And it was a big one. It led him to questioning something else too. Could it be...? Well, he was going to test the theory.
"So what brings you here, Fujino-san? This book store is rather far from your house, isn't it?"
Shizuru noticed a strange glint lurking in his pink irises. She would tread carefully. "But it is also quite a distance from Homura-san's too."
"Yep. Meeting a client in this area soon. Just popped in to get a manga."
"Ah, yes. Your services are very popular among our peers."
The apple did not fall far from the tree, Nagi mused. She definitely inherited her parents' acumen. The runaround she was giving him was frustrating but expected. He would just have to push the right button. "I've had several transactions with Kuga-san. She's violent, that girl. Always threatening to kick my ass if I don't deliver on time," he complained. Shizuru smirked. "But I'm sure when she's with you, she's as gentle as a lamb."
Nagi Homura was a sly one, but Shizuru Fujino was no fool. "I am not Natsuki's keeper. She is free to act in any way she wants," she replied, unfazed.
That was not the reaction he wanted. Nevertheless, he did not give up hope. "I see. I see. Oh, I recall Fujino-san was reaching for a book before my intrusion. I apologize, by the way."
Shizuru's confidence faltered a little, but she hid it well. She picked out the memoir that was shielding her intended purchase. "A friend recommended this."
"Your friend recommended the memoirs from a Visual Kei band's lead singer?" he asked skeptically. "Hmm, Fujino-san doesn't strike me as a fan of J-rock, let alone Visual Kei."
"My friend knows I like to dabble in many things." Frankly, she was getting tired of his questions and this place. She was about to purchase a book she had zero interest in, and it was going to take an hour for her to get home. This conversation was over. "It was pleasure speaking with you, Homura-san, but I'm afraid I have to get going."
"It was my pleasure as well. Have a good day, Fujino-san."
Once she was out of sight, Nagi surveyed the selection in front of him. He didn't believe one word she said about the memoir. Not with the homicidal aura she gave off earlier. Game strategy guides were always bestsellers, but they weren't what Shizuru wanted. A political book was a possibility, but why would she drive out of her way to get it? In disguise no less. He picked up a popular singer's photobook but couldn't imagine Shizuru buying it either. When he replaced it, he accidentally knocked a copy of the memoir off the shelf. His eyes grew wide, shocked at the book that was behind it.
One by one, the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. The cap and sunglasses. The change in her attire. The coldness. She didn't want anyone to know it was her buying a very telling book. His theory was now rock solid. What was he going to do with it? Confront her? She could just deny it. Catch the lovebirds? He had better things to do with his time. Somehow he felt compelled to do something. Anything. Impulsively, he grabbed the book and handed several pricey banknotes to a passing employee before dashing out the door.
Shizuru was in the midst of getting into her car when Nagi jogged up to her with the book hidden behind his back.
"Homura-san!"
"For you—" He quickly shoved the book into her hands.
One glance at it and her pulse picked up a notch. "I don't understand the meaning of this," she said in a steady voice tinged with confusion.
"You know this is the sixth copy I've bought in four days." He gestured to the book. "Girls are so much easier to deal with than the guys. At least the girls will meet me somewhere for the exchange. No, that's too scary for paranoid idiots. 'I can't reveal my identity, so can you leave the book at this location?'" he scoffed. "There's nothing wrong with people knowing you want to please your woman."
"Why are you giving me this?"
"Uh—" His cell phone rang, and he read the text. "Ugh, someone's getting antsy." The boy offered her a slight smile. "Uhhh, just think of this as my good deed of the day!"
Shizuru watched him peel out of the parking lot and released a breath she didn't even know she was holding. Nagi had discovered her relationship with Natsuki!
Focus, focus. Nagi wouldn't say anything. Nagi Homura partied hard and for the right price could get you anything you wanted. He's not the gossipy type. And I've never heard his name connected to any rumor. Even if he did speak up, it's our word against his. So Natsuki and I should be safe.
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Gone was the bright glare of daylight as Natsuki gazed at the full moon and the wispy clouds that drifted overhead. The dark of night promised her appetite for Shizuru would be satiated and then some.
She was walking to Shizuru's house since her mother confiscated the key to her Ducati, claiming it was going to rain later. Saeko forbid Natsuki and her husband from riding their motorcycle on slick roads.
Mom is so overly cautious! There's not even a droplet in the air! I would already be at her house by now!
She continued to grumble until the Fujino's hulking residence came into view. Her mood lifted with each step she took up the cobblestone driveway. She was mildly surprised when the owners came out the door.
"Natsuki!"
"Hey Aunt Aiko, Uncle Ryo! Where are you headed to?"
"The opera!" Aiko revealed excitedly.
"Whoa. And you're going, Uncle Ryo?" Natsuki knew the man's aversion to the opera was on par with her and her father.
The man chuckled. "If love means sacrificing my sanity, then so be it."
Aiko rolled her eyes. "Oh, please."
Natsuki thought Shizuru's parents were beyond cute with their bickering. "Well alright, you crazy kids have fun now and don't stay out too late!" she quipped.
The adults laughed and wished her the same with Shizuru.
Natsuki entered the abode and crept up the stairs, planning to surprise her girlfriend. She was half an hour early. She counted to three and burst into the room, yelling "SURPRISE!"
She really should not have done that.
"AHHH!"
"OH MY GOD! I'M SO SORRY!" Natsuki quickly scampered out of the room and slumped against the door, chest heaving with every breath.
That did not just happen. Shizuru was topless. I saw breasts. HER breasts. It was like two seconds, but oh dear god they look amazing! This better not be a dream!
Natsuki almost fell back when the door swung open. Luckily, she was blessed with good reflexes and maintained her balance. She was too embarrassed to look Shizuru in the eyes, so she directed her gaze to the floor. In her peripheral view, she noticed the girl had donned a silk night robe.
Shizuru caught Natsuki's chin, forcing the blushing girl to look at her. "Not cool, Kuga."
"I am so, so, so sorry!"
"Really?"
Natsuki reacted immediately and swept Shizuru into her arms and kissed her deeply, atoning for her horrible timing.
Natsuki was the goddess of kissing, Shizuru mused dizzily, as she pulled away and looked at her girlfriend, at her pleading emeralds and trembling lip. She melted. "You're forgiven." Then she disappeared into her bathroom to get ready.
Relieved, Natsuki laid on the bed and recalled the steamy visual she walked in on.
Shizuru is so effing hot. Her body is just WOW. I guess she was about to put on her bra since she had the black panties on. Whoa, would I have seen everything if I got here a minute earlier? Oh man, I am so turned on right now. We should just skip the club!
She turned to the door when Shizuru emerged from the bathroom. She propped herself up on her elbows. "Do we have to go tonight? I mean—mom said it's going to rain later. We're going to get wet when we leave the club! Then we have to drive in the rain. Why go through all that trouble when we can stay here…" Her voice trailed off as the older girl crawled up her body.
Shizuru had read Nagi's gift cover to cover, so she jumped at the opportunity to practice her newly acquired skills on her incredibly sexy girlfriend.
"I like 'here'," Shizuru said hoarsely, her lips a hairsbreadth from Natsuki's. Her tongue darted out, teasing the seam of Natsuki's mouth. The girl's lips parted and a ragged moan escaped. She leaned in to capture the parted lips in a hungry kiss, slipping off Natsuki's jacket too. Her hands gripped a slim waist and then moved upward, skating over skin on their way to twin peaks. Boldly, she dipped her hands underneath the bra and palmed the soft mounds, brushing her thumbs over the tips.
"Oh, my God," Natsuki panted.
However, her pleasure was cut short when both of their cell phones went off at the same time, easily ruining the mood. Natsuki groaned and flopped back on the bed. Why couldn't they just catch a break?
Shizuru rolled off her girlfriend and retrieved her phone. She put the call on speakerphone. "Hello—"
"WHERE ARE YOU TWO?" Nao and the others screamed above the loud music. "YOU'RE LATE!"
Natsuki glanced at the clock. "No, we're not! You said nine! And it's only a quarter to nine!"
"Whatever! We're all here. And we want our ShizNat!"
"Okay, we'll see you soon!" Shizuru ended the call and plopped next to Natsuki. She blew out a breath in frustration. "Well, you're not the only one with bad timing."
"For real."
Don't kill me!
I can't guarantee it, but I will try my best to have another chapter up before the year's over. Thanks for reading!