Hatsukoi. (Lesbian Erotic Romance) (Ren'Ai Rensai) Page 12

  The room wasn’t romantic, but Aiko told herself it would have to do. She made the decision to have sex with Reina somewhere between her romp in the shower the night before and seeing the surprise on her face when she received a Christmas present. After that, it was just a matter of working up the nerve to tell her. Now that they were here, however, Aiko didn’t know what to do. She had assumed Reina would make some sort of move by now.

  Instead, Aiko said something completely irrelevant. “So, were you saying mostly men use these places?” She looked down. “Oh my goodness, how many men have done it in this bed?”

  Reina’s face exploded in horror. “Ugh! I’ve never thought about that before!”

  Her tongue sticking out in disgust made Aiko laugh. As she felt her muscles relax and good humor spread through her twitching limbs, Reina removed her jacket and tossed it on the floor. The way the jacket completely engulfed Aiko’s reminded her of what they had come there for – she shivered, her nerves returning.

  Should I tell her I’m a virgin?

  “Saa.” Reina sat next to her, although she did not touch or look at her in any way. Regardless, the sinking mattress tilted them together, and Aiko sucked in her breath. “You’ve been to one of these before?”

  What to say? Yes implied she wasn’t a virgin, and no was a lie. “I’ve never been to a place like this.” No cheetah print or tacky mirror.

  Reina leaned her head closer, her eyes looking at every piece of Aiko except her face. “Are you nervous?”

  Now I am. Aiko didn’t know what she was so nervous about, beyond making a fool of herself. “Why would you ask me something like that?” She clamped her hands together in her lap. “Don’t you know that will make me nervous?”

  “Sometimes being nervous is good.” Reina took her right hand and interlocked both their fingers into one fist. “Being nervous can make you feel everything more intensely.”

  “Really?”

  When Reina’s hair brushed Aiko’s shoulder, she swore it had the force of a punch. “Really.”

  She nipped Aiko’s ear. A burst of pressure dropped in her chest as she debated whether the sensation was painful or pleasurable. Before she could slump over from the warmth of Reina’s mouth, her preemptive lover wrapped both arms around her and clung.

  “Ara!”Aiko never thought of a tongue in her ear as erotic, but there it was, plundering and inspiring tepid ripples down her throat, past her heart, and all the way down to her groin. Aiko held onto the arm wrapped in front of her and dissolved. “Kimochi.” It feels so good! So good the heat then settled into her loins.

  Reina’s tongue and lips abandoned Aiko’s ear to travel to her cheek, where they left quick kisses, and then to her neck, where they attempted to leave their lasting marks. Aiko was so absorbed by Reina’s pursed lips she almost didn’t notice the hand massaging her left breast.

  Yes, touch me there. More. Harder. Reina had small hands, but Aiko in turn had small breasts, and even through a bra and a layer of wool the hand fit comfortably.

  But when Reina stopped kissing her long enough to attempt lifting up Aiko’s sweater, she panicked. “Yada!” She batted the hands away and held her sweater down. “Don’t look!”

  “Eh? Nande?” Reina’s pout was layered with a pink complexion. The blood’s rushing through her too. “Do you have a scar or something?”

  “No.”

  “Then what’s wrong?”

  Reina attempted to lift the sweater again, but was met with a firm slap on the hand. “It’s too fast.”

  Aiko thought she saw some eye rolling. It’s been so long since she’s been a virgin, I guess. She knew at some point, if they were to go through with intercourse, it would require taking off her clothes…but Aiko wanted control over that almost as much as she wanted control over what hand went where on her body. Nobody’s seen me naked before.

  “Jya.” Reina got up and stood in front of Aiko. “I’ll go first.”

  Before Aiko could ask what “first” meant, Reina pulled her shirt over her head and tossed it onto the ground. She isn’t wearing a bra! Both of Reina’s nipples hardened in front of Aiko’s eyes – she noticed them before discovering Reina was more flat-chested than originally thought. It’s like there’s nothing there! And I was embarrassed about mine!

  No, there was a little there. As Reina took Aiko’s hand again, she saw a shadow beneath each breast, although still not much to grab or touch.

  “Sawatte.”

  She wants me to touch her? Was that why Aiko’s hand hovered near Reina’s chest? A sparkle shot from Reina’s eye, and a smirk lined her lips. She does!

  So Aiko did. She laid a hand on Reina’s right breast. Not as satisfying to hold as she imagined in her previous fantasies, but there was no mistaking Reina’s heavy breathing as Aiko’s fingertips brushed against an areola.

  “Ryoute.”

  Aiko’s other hand landed on the left breast. She had the firmest hold she could manage on Reina’s chest, although she didn’t know how pleasurable it was for either party. I know what would be. But the thought froze Aiko’s hands and dried her lips.

  Experienced Reina was apparently a mind reader. “Ii,” she said.

  Inching her chin forward, Aiko waited another second to see if she misinterpreted Reina’s “okay.” When she neither moved nor said anything, Aiko lowered both her hands and eyes while her tongue eased out of her mouth. She licked the skin between Reina’s breasts. Salty. Sweaty.

  Fingers teased Aiko’s hair as she pressed her mouth against one of Reina’s nipples. At first she was afraid she would feel like a baby suckling its mother, but once she wrapped her lips around it she fell head first into wanting to do nothing but please her lover.

  Reina coached her, quietly, gently. Aiko couldn’t believe it was the same woman who swore like a high school boy now guiding her on how to best pleasure another woman’s breasts. Easy. More saliva. Kiss and suck. The more Aiko did those things the more she wanted them herself.

  “Mou ii.” Reina tugged on Aiko’s hair before sitting next to her. “Saa, sawaru ii?”

  Hesitation. Aiko’s hands held her sweater down again. Her own nipples ached for Reina to give them the same treatment in return, but the thought made her blush so hotly she knew she looked helpless. Somewhere, she found the awareness to nod and say, “You can touch, only.”

  Reina rolled her head onto Aiko’s shoulder and kissed the wool covering it. Her hand glided across Aiko’s thigh, soliciting a tight gasp. The same hand pulled her away from her sweater and eased its way beneath. As it touched her bare stomach and coaxed its way toward her breasts, she closed her eyes and concentrated on Reina’s touch.

  Lips were on throat again before a hand was on her breast. She turned her head away so Reina could kiss stretched skin. Her hand rubbed against Aiko’s bra.

  And just like that, her hand was inside the bra, pulling out Aiko’s breast and fondling it with circular motions. Yes! Oh, God! It’s perfect! But the words coming out of Aiko’s mouth were gibberish, and the best she could manage was another, “Kimochi.”

  At that declaration, Reina’s hand moved to the other breast and repeated the same process. The left nipple responded by hardening against the wool sweater and dying in excitement at its coarse touch. Like having two people tend to her! Aiko noticed too late that her pelvis shuddered and something came out of her below. She didn’t care, even when her lingerie felt damp.

  Reina continued to entertain in this fashion until she stopped, her lips removed from Aiko and her hand pulling out of the sweater. Aiko recollected herself. “Is that it?”

  “Maybe.” Reina grinned. “Why? Do you want more?”

  She nodded.

  Their kiss became passionate on both sides, with Reina leaning in the most and Aiko holding herself up with the palms of her hands. From that angle Reina spread kisses across Aiko’s lips, face, throat and chest, although her hands romanced wherever they pleased above the belt. In the end, Reina grabbed Aiko from
behind the head and pulled her forward, locking their tongues and teeth together in one prolonged and very wet kiss. She tastes so good, like salty gelatin.

  She didn’t even mind when Reina used her other hand to pull the sweater above her head and onto the floor. In the process, the weight of the wool pulled Aiko’s bra back over her breasts, although the straps faltered down both shoulders.

  Reina’s lips pass over Aiko’s ear. “Lie down.”

  All that confidence flew out of Aiko’s body. But she obliged, her head touching a pillow and her feet drawing up onto the bed. Reina also took off her shoes before clamoring onto the bed and kneeling above Aiko’s legs. The way her hair fell across her shoulders and breasts made Aiko think of Cleopatra again, coming to bridle Marc Antony.

  “Reina,” she squeaked, one finger playing at the edge of her mouth. “Come kiss me.”

  With a smile, Reina pushed one of Aiko’s legs to the side and fell between her thighs. She instinctively wrapped her legs around Reina’s waist as she kissed her.

  It felt much like the karaoke booth, with a wild and voracious woman pressed against an inexperienced and demure one – except this time the woman was half naked. As they fought a battle between their tongues again, she noticed something continued to grind against her pelvis: Reina’s hips.

  There’s a half naked woman on top of me, kissing me. And her groin is searching for mine… A month ago Aiko would have never believed it. But now here she was, whining between kisses for air and scratching her nails along another woman’s spine.

  She doubted any of her ex-boyfriends would have felt this good on top of her.

  Thus her disappointment when Reina sat up. However, reassurance remained in the form of her placid countenance, her fingers reaching down for her zipper.

  Aiko lifted herself on her elbows and stared at Reina’s undressing, her eyes determined to soak up every minuscule difference between their bodies. But apparently Reina wanted to tease her, and took much more time than necessary to undo her jeans and pull them down to her knees.

  She finished disrobing until she knelt in nothing more than a black bikini bottom. From that distance and dim light Aiko couldn’t see any hair, and she wondered if Reina shaved. I guess I’ll know soon enough.

  “Soon enough” meant another minute later, since Reina enjoyed her teasing too much for her own good. She lowered her lingerie in the back, where Aiko couldn’t see anything, and then in the front so damn slowly she had half a mind to sit up and rip Reina’s underwear off for her.

  Aiko saw the first marks of pubic hair, and then the rest as Reina finalized undressing with a swift kick of the right foot. Although she couldn’t see much of her pelvis besides “dark,” she knew something waited…for what, or how, she was still too naïve to guess. “Kirei no yo.” Beautiful. Maybe it was the long, black hair dangling in front of Reina’s breasts, or her exuding confidence. Anything was a factor.

  Reina crawled between Aiko’s legs again, eyes never once leaving hers. “I’m sure you’re pretty too,” she said, a hand tugging on one of Aiko’s bra straps.

  It’s only fair, since she’s shown me her whole body. Aiko let Reina pull down the straps and unhook the bra from beneath. The air returning to her bare breasts as the bra disappeared over the side of the bed felt almost as good as Reina touching them.

  “Maa.” Reina drew a finger around one of Aiko’s nipples. “I like them.” She dropped her face toward Aiko’s chest.

  She had no idea one tongue could do so much: first it had played with her own tongue, then explored her ear, then lapped her throat, and now…even though Reina’s whole mouth engulfed one breast at a time, that same tongue shot in and out past her lips and teased at various speeds and intensities. Sometimes it was in quick, hard bursts, and other times it lingered for an amicable time. Aiko attempted to keep her moans to herself, but when Reina switched breasts she couldn’t help the deep voice coming out of her throat. She didn’t even know she had that tone lurking inside her. See what she’s doing to me? I’m changing. Or maybe she was turning into the woman she always had the potential to become.

  Every time Reina switched breasts, the one left behind was redder around the areola. Aiko’s fingers hovered inside her mouth while she stuck the other hand in Reina’s coarse hair. She couldn’t say how long this particular dalliance lasted, but when it was over her fingers were wetter and her breasts were practically engorged.

  “I need to do something.” Reina tossed her hair behind her. “Is it okay?”

  “Do what?”

  “If I don’t get off a little right now, being gentle will frustrate me a lot.”

  What does that even mean? “Okay.”

  Reina straddled Aiko’s waist and rubbed her mound of pubic hair with one hand, her own breasts with the other. Even at her distance from Reina’s mouth, Aiko could hear the rising breaths. Is she masturbating on me? Aiko was familiar with female anatomy, but she couldn’t tell if all that rubbing did anything.

  Then she grasped what Reina intended. The hair moved out of the way, displaying the top folds of her labia, wet. Aiko’s eyes bulged. The wetness from Reina looked like normal water until Aiko noticed a thick consistency and also smelled something reminding her of…she had nothing to compare it to, but her instincts told her “sex.” Hormones went off inside her brain and screamed at her to go after that wetness if it was the last thing she did as a sexually mature female. Holy shit! I am gay!

  “Suki?” Reina dipped one of her fingers into her wetness. “I’m going to give it to you.”

  Yes. Yes, I like it. Instincts wanted Aiko to touch it, taste it, inhale its natural aroma. But she remained prostrate, fingers still on her lips.

  Without a breath or word Reina lowered herself onto Aiko’s hips, her body bumping into the belt there. For the first time she audibly gasped, and before Aiko could process that sweet sound, Reina undulated against the belt.

  She rocked forward and slammed her hands against the wall behind Aiko’s head, rear rhythmically thumping against thighs. Her face contorted, teeth gnashing on her lips and eyes squeezed shut. She’s having sex with my belt! Aiko gazed down at the sex in progress, both mortified and aroused at the sight of the edge of her belt buckle pleasuring another woman: soon it was covered in that same wetness coming from Reina.

  “Ah!” Her entire body stilled. Was that it? Was she finished? Another sigh escaped her, and she fell down on top of Aiko and kissed her, hand reaching for that same belt.

  She was so gentle undoing everything, Aiko almost didn’t feel a thing or care. All that mattered was Reina kissing her with languished moans.

  “My, you’re warm.” Reina’s hand was poised to rub beneath Aiko’s zipper. “Think it might be your turn?”

  They kissed.

  How her jeans came off, she would never remember. Maybe Reina eased them down so gradually it was unnoticeable; maybe Aiko helped her. But as soon as their bare legs rubbed together, Aiko waited for her lingerie to come off as well.

  Yet it was a different feeling when Reina attempted to pry them off. Aiko clasped her legs together and insisted she would do it herself.

  She sat up and struggled to get her underwear past her hips – she was so adamant on keeping her legs together during the process, she set herself up for inevitable failure. Once they were free she yanked them down her legs and threw them on the floor, one hand clamped over her vulva.

  “Are?” Reina suppressed a laugh. “Aren’t you gonna let me see?”

  Aiko refused eye contact. “Nobody’s seen it before but me.” Since she was a small child, anyway.

  “Hontou ni? Don’t you ever go to an onsen and bathe naked with aunties?”

  “No. They’re too crowded.” And every auntie stares at you.

  Reina considered that response and slapped her hands on Aiko’s bended knees. “Come on, now, I showed you mine.”

  “Give me a second.”

  “Hnn…” Reina switched to a sweet smile and soft ey
es. She’s a chameleon! “Nee, misete. Let me see.”

  Aiko crumbled beneath that charming face. She gradually let her legs open, her eyes on Reina’s reaction as she surveyed what her partner kept between her thighs.

  “Ho!” Reina bit her tongue. “What a pretty omanko!”

  “Iya da!” Aiko flung a hand down and covered her vulva. “Don’t call it that! It’s vulgar!”

  “No way. I love that word. I think it sounds beautiful, not vulgar.”

  Aiko paused. “Really?”

  “Yeah. And yours is pretty.” Reina removed Aiko’s hand. “Saa, look here, you’re so wet!”

  Aiko felt like she was in the doctor’s office, the way Reina braced herself on legs and examined vaginas. Utterly unsexy! “Is that good?”

  “Brilliant.”

  Reina looked at her again, and Aiko understood what “wet” meant: just seeing her approval made Aiko’s labia feel cooler when the air hit skin. Reina kissed her, legs pressing hers further apart until she felt a notable gap in her pelvis. I want her there.

  Aiko twisted a finger in her lover’s hair. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Hm? Why, make you feel good, of course. I’m gonna make you come.”

  Her heart stopped. Will it feel as good as in the shower? “No, I mean, what are you going to do?”

  “It’s a surprise.”

  “Please tell me.”

  A click sounded in Reina’s throat as she moved back. “Well, you know. What usually happens here.” When Aiko continued to gawk at her, Reina stuck two fingers around her mouth and wagged her tongue.

  “What! You want to do that?”

  “Of course I do. Don’t you want me to?” Reina wiggled her fingers together. “If you’re really into it, I might give you some of these too.”

  “No!”

  “No?”

  “Don’t put something in me.”

  “Why not?”

  Aiko looked away, ashamed. How do I tell her? “I’m a virgin.” That would do it.