Disclaimer: Only the plot is mine.
"Here." Yumi tilted a hand held mirror toward Ami.
"Ugh, it looks like a moustache"
"Our customers are mad for it, we call it the Charlie Chaplin"
The little pink hairs sneered above her cunt. Bald, she could handle, but these few molded strands reeked of a slow, uncomfortable death. "More like Adolf Hitler," she said. "I hate it. Get it off"
Yumi grabbed her chin in her free hand, kissed her, then returned gallantly to her shaving. When she finished, she rubbed Ami clean with a warm washcloth, and she felt pampered, cared for in a way she had never experienced.
White fluorescents streaming, Yumi dropped to her knees in front of Ami's bald vagina. She licked her slowly, so tenderly it hurt more than the pull of the razor. She pushed Ami's legs farther apart, fingered her. On her knees, she was licking and fucking her, and she could feel it this time, feel it for real. Ami was thinking please, please, please, please...but she lost it again, was soon ambushed by those familiar frustrations. There was just no letting go. She lifted Yumi's head. "You're all wet," she panted. Ami started sobbing.
They fell down on the cold bathroom floor, Yumi's arms around her as she wailed maniacally. Ami said she was sorry for not coming, and Yumi said it was okay, it didn't matter. "I was almost there, I swear it." Ami hiccuped, and she held her, for hours it seemed. She'd never cried in front of a lover before, never cried so deeply with anyone before. Such enmotion frightened her, felt more foreign than her shaved vagina.
Ami longed only to comfort Yumi back, be good to her, but her own feelings were so overwhelming they left her mute and immobile. Ultimately, she was afraid she'd failed Yumi and would always fail her because she couldn't give her what she wanted. She couldn't give her everything.
Darkness eclipsed the music studio, offering a night and day contrast between the two in the brightly lit bathroom.
"I'm starving," Yumi said.
"I know, but I can't move"
Gently, she lifted Ami, put her arms around her waist and hugged her. "Sorry I ruined your fantasy," Ami said.
"You didn't ruin shit"
"It's not what you wanted; it should have been sexy"
"It is, Ami," she whispered, her breath mingling with her earlobe. "It really is"
Ami didn't know whether she believed her or not, but the words felt right. As did Yumi's body on her own, stumbling from the bathroom and collapsing back into bed.
THE END.