„Shizuma, come on! We'll be late for class!" Miyuki stood by the doorway of their apartment, quite annoyed at her best friend and roommate.
"I'm coming, I'm coming, give me a second!" The exasperated voice of Shizuma could be heard from her bedroom. "I just can't find my shoes!"
Miyuki's eyes travelled through the hallway and settled on a pair of sexy, high heeled, white suede ankle boots.
"No wonder, they're here." She said through clenched teeth.
"Oh, thanks." Shizuma drifted into the hallway, wrapped in a cloud of silver hair and accompanied by the heavenly fragrance of some perfume. She was dressed in a pair of faded jeans and an expensive-looking emerald green silk blouse, which matched her eyes perfectly. Quickly, she slipped on her boots and grabbed her bag.
"I'm ready."
"Then let's go."
Miyuki grabbed her keys and shooed Shizuma out the door, locking it as she followed her friend.
Shizuma stopped suddenly and bent down, causing Miyuki to almost crash into her.
"What-" Miyuki exclaimed.
"The zipper is stuck, just a second." Shizuma nestled with her boots. Miyuki was distracted by the sight of Shizuma's firm behind in those jeans. It was definitely a nice change to see Shizuma dressed in something other than the school uniform- especially if it displayed her figure so nicely.
"Okay, everything's in order. Let's go." The silver-haired woman straightened herself and walked toward the elevator.
Later that day, Miyuki was sitting in her room, punching the keys of her cell phone. It rang several times, then the mailbox answered. Miyuki sighed and left Tamao a message. It was almost impossible to reach her girlfriend lately. The young woman sighed again and left her room to check if Shizuma had gotten home already. As she knocked on her roommate's door, her cell phone vibrated.
Hey Miyuki! I'll be late 2night. Been invited to a party. Don't w8 up for me!
Miyuki sighed for a third time and opened the door to Shizuma's room. It was a bit messy, the bed wasn't made and Miyuki could smell the perfume that her friend had put on this morning.
She dropped down on the bed and looked around. It was slightly chaotic, the desk cluttered with books, papers and letters, the walls plastered with pictures. Some of them had been taken on the road trip.
Miyuki stood up to get a closer look. She pulled one picture off the wall and dropped back onto the bed. The picture had been taken at the hotel in Osaka. The four girls had shared a room with two double beds, since nothing else had been available. They had been on the road trip for almost three weeks at the time and had become very close, dropping all the polite suffixes. Friends couldn't become closer than they were, they had thought. Amazing how they could have been so wrong…
That evening in Osaka, they had decided not to go out, but had gone to the room after dinner, with several bottles of wine, after already consuming quite some wine during the meal. Miyuki smiled, remembering…
"What do you want to do now?" Shizuma looked at the other girls, as she lighted the last candle and turned of the overhead lights.
"We could play 'Spin the bottle'." Nagisa suggested, just as Tamao said, "Let's play 'Truth or Dare'!"
"How about we play both? We can do one round with questions and one round with dares, alternating. And then, we can spin a bottle to find out who has to do the dare or answer the question." Miyuki grinned.
"Cool. And let's give the dares before we spin the bottle, but ask the questions when we know who has to answer," Shizuma said.
They started the game, beginning with rather tame dares and questions. But as their intoxication increased, they became more uninhibited.
It was Tamao's turn to spin. The bottle's neck ended up pointing toward Shizuma.
"Shizuma…"
"Shizuma," Tamao said again. "I want to know, do you ever …you know…love yourself?"
Nagisa and Miyuki gaped, but Shizuma didn't even blink an eye.
"Yes, I do. Why do you want to know?"
"Well, seeing as you always have some girl hanging onto you, I thought you wouldn't have the need." Tamao shrugged.
"Well, I have actually spent nights alone…especially ever since I fell in love with Nagisa. I barely slept with anyone since Nagisa transferred to Miator. And anyway, it's entirely different from sex."
"Well, you must be really quiet. I never heard you," Miyuki grinned.
Shizuma raised an eyebrow. "I'm not louder or quieter than when I have sex with someone," she said. "But who said that you were there when I made love to myself?"
Miyuki had suddenly had a vision of Shizuma's beautiful body, of her hands stroking her own breasts, sliding lower and lower, caressing her thighs, dipping between them, massaging her most intimate places. Miyuki felt her face grow hot.
"Shizuma, it's you turn to spin," she said quickly, hoping that no one would notice her changed skin colour.
Shizuma flashed her a knowing grin. "Okay, the one who the bottle points to has to strip down to her bra and underwear and stay like that for the rest of the evening." She spun the bottle. It ended up pointing to Miyuki, who sighed and pulled off her jeans, t-shirt and socks, revealing a lacy blue bra and matching string.
"Wow!" Tamao looked at her girlfriend admiringly. Miyuki blushed slightly and spun the bottle, which pointed to Tamao.
"Hm, a question…well, what I've always wanted to know: Literally everyone at Astrea Hill had a crush on Shizuma. How about you? Did you ever?"
Tamao stared at her girlfriend, growing pinker in the face with every passing second.
"Well…I…um…it…you know…um…" she stuttered. "Oh okay, yes. When I first started at Miator, I really had a huge crush on her."
"Wow, Tamao, I never knew that," Shizuma said, a teasing smile on her face. "But I definitely won't forget it."
"Yeah, yeah. Just don't mention it again." Tamao grumbled. "Okay, the next one the bottle points to has to french-kiss Shizuma," she quickly said and spun the bottle. It turned…turned…slowed down…turned some more…and landed with the neck pointing towards Tamao.
"Oh no," she groaned. "I thought lightning never strikes twice!"
"Tamao, you did that on purpose!" Nagisa exclaimed gleefully.
"Come on, Tamao," Shizuma smiled at the young girl.
Miyuki held her breath as Tamao sighed and crawled across the carpet toward Shizuma. The teasing smile never left the older girl's face. When the young poet was close enough, the silver-haired beauty leaned forward and covered Tamao's lips with her own. A groan escaped the blue-haired girl. Knowing how Shizuma could kiss, Miyuki could imagine how Tamao felt. She glanced at Nagisa who seemed completely captivated by the scene in front of her.
The kiss didn't seem to end and Miyuki couldn't take it any longer. She moved towards Tamao and kissed her girlfriend on her cheek and her neck. Nagisa took the hint and began kissing Shizuma's neck as well.
Shizuma moaned. Her hands reached out and caressed Nagisa's arm and Miyuki's thigh. Miyuki closed her eyes, inhaling Tamao's fragrance and feeling every slight touch of those long, slender, sensitive fingers belonging to her best friend. A hand timidly slid across her back, Miyuki couldn't tell whose it was.
Lips brushed across her shoulder, a hand slid her bra strap down her arm. A pair of lips fastened on her own. Miyuki gasped as her bra clasp was opened. Two pairs of lips and as many pairs of hands were travelling over her body, arousing her. She had never experienced anything like this.
Her own hands reached out, searching for something until they finally found an arm. She stroked it, moving to the shoulder, across the chest, massaging the breasts.
Moans, groans and gasps were coming from around her, her own sounds mingling with the others. The two pairs of hands were joined by another one, just as two pairs of lips fastened on her nipples, causing her to gasp with surprise and lust. The third set of lips covered her flat, muscular stomach with hundreds of butterfly kisses.
Hands were stroking her arms, two were moving over her thighs, first on the outside, down to the knees, then they gently pushed her legs apart to stroke the inside, sending lustful shivers down Miyuki's spine. The gentle hands on her thighs were moving closer and closer to the only fabric covering her body, finally pulling off the blue string.
The former school council president closed her eyes, enjoying the caresses, moaning quietly. She felt a hand slowly moving down her stomach, pausing at her hip bone, wandering across to her other hip, before stroking her inner thigh gently. Miyuki's moaning became louder.
The kisses and the hand, stroking close to its destination, but not reaching it, were driving her completely crazy. She wanted to caress someone, something, anything, but her hands were refusing to obey. They simply wouldn't move.
The teasing hand between her legs still didn't give her the release she was craving. The blue-haired woman raised her hips, trying to get closer to the hand, but it didn't help.
"Please!" she begged, her voice husky with lust.
The hand didn't respond, but continued to caress her thigh, inching closer with agonizing slowness.
"Oh God, please!" she moaned loudly, feeling her desire almost painfully. Just one little touch…but the hand wouldn't quicken its descent. Her own hand snaked towards her lap, but was caught on the way and held fast.
"Miyuki, don't be so impatient," a voice gently teased.
The young woman squirmed, moaned, groaned. She couldn't remember ever feeling such desire in her life.
"I…can't stand…this…please…please…" Miyuki panted. Her legs parted further, her right leg tried to shake off the caressing hand, wanting to feel it. The hand finally settled between her legs, caressing the slippery skin, searching and finding its destination. Two fingers slid into her, pushing deeper, massaging her.
The blue haired young woman pushed her hips upwards, guiding her friend's fingers even deeper into her body. She panted, moaned, moved rhythmically, glad to be able to finally do something, feeling her desire mounting even more.
A pair of lips wandered across her stomach, moving further down until they settled between her legs, sucking and licking.
Miyuki's moans became louder. She felt like she was about to pass out. She couldn't breathe quickly enough, couldn't express the sensations rushing through her body with her moaning. The mounting tension, the mounting lust, it was all too much, she needed release, but it just wouldn't come. Only her desire was rising, rising above anything she'd ever felt before. Finally, she felt the first waves of an enormous climax approaching. As it reached her, she was overwhelmed, carried along, unable to do anything. She moaned loudly, her body squirmed.
Miyuki lay still, panting. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face, but she didn't have the energy to move her hands.
"Miyuki? Are you okay?" Tamao asked quietly, moving up to look at her girlfriend's face. The only response she got was mumbling. Tamao giggled.
Finally, Miyuki got her hands to move. She pushed her hair out of her face.
"God, what did you do to me?" she groaned. Her entire body was trembling. She moved slightly, shifting to get to a more comfortable position. "Hell, I'm soaking."
"You most definitely are," Shizuma said, lying next to her friend, putting a hand on her arm. Tamao snuggled up on Miyuki's other side, while Nagisa draped herself across Shizuma.
"Honey, you're trembling." Tamao sounded a bit worried.
"I know…but I'm okay…I think." Miyuki mumbled.
"Do you want a blanket?"
"I don't know…maybe…"
Tamao moved to the bed and pulled down a blanket, which she draped over all of them.
"It was so intense..." Miyuki whispered.
"And it all started with a kiss," Shizuma said, a smile in her voice. "I didn't think it would turn out like this."
"I think it was amazing," Tamao said quietly. She stroked Miyuki's hair.
"Yeah, I agree." Miyuki grinned.
"Me, too." Shizuma and Nagisa said in unison.
For a moment, no one said anything.
Shizuma broke the silence. "So…are you tired?"
"No, not really.", "No, I'm awake.", "No." were the answers of her three friends.
"Why do you ask?" Miyuki enquired.
"Well…I'm still a bit…itchy…"
"Oh…"
"But how about we move to the bed first? It's too uncomfortable on the carpet." Tamao suggested.
They had moved onto the bed and continued until they all fell into a satisfied sleep in the early morning hours.
Miyuki lay on Shizuma's bed, reliving her memories, slowly coming back to the surface of reality. Her hand had settled between her legs. She smiled to herself. That night had been amazing, but also a one-time experience. It had brought the four girls even closer. Still smiling, Miyuki rolled onto her side and slid into sleep.
Quite a while later, Shizuma entered the room. She turned on the light, quickly stripped off her clothing and proceeded to slip into bed.
"Miyuki! What are you doing here?" she whispered, startled.
"Hm?" Miyuki wasn't really awake. "I came here and fell asleep." she mumbled quietly.
"I can see that." Shizuma giggled. She noticed the photo lying next to Miyuki. Gently, she picked it up and returned it to its place on the wall. Turning off the light, Shizuma slid into bed and wrapped her arms around Miyuki.
"Do you mind if I sleep here with you?" she whispered.
"No, of course not." Miyuki answered sleepily, snuggling closer to Shizuma. Both girls quickly fell asleep.