Special Thanks: Since this part contains so many story threads, I want to thank my beta readers, Cuddlyness, JstLurkin, and Mireiyu from the Shoujo-Ai Forum. ::HUGS:: ^_^ ---------------------------------------------------------------------- On returning to their room, Mai was suddenly struck by how small it truly was. Suddenly shy, Mikoto had gone into the bathroom to change into her sleepwear while Mai changed in the outer room. Only a thin door separated them and soon not even that. Mai was glad the younger girl was taking her time changing for she had some decisions to make. Laid out on the bed was an indecently sheer, midnight-blue chemise and embroidered lace panties. Next to them were Mai’s standard yellow pajamas. Over the month since they'd left the hospital, Mai had mulled over this night, how she would dress, should there be candle light? Should there be soft music playing? Rose petals on the sheets? Somehow all of those seemed wrong, false. Her love of Mikoto and the love the feral girl returned wasn't about the trappings of romance novels. Those expressions of love were shallow and self-serving. Mai swept the gaudy underthings back into her lingerie drawer and donned her pajamas. "This is the Mai she loves," she said as she looked into her nightstand mirror and purposefully mussed her strawberry-blonde hair. "The real me, not some tarted-up version of me." As Mai turned down the bed her foresight was rewarded when Mikoto emerged from the bathroom in her customary nightshirt. Yet, as the feral girl climbed into bed, Mai could tell by the way the garment clung that she wore nothing underneath. Both girls were now beneath the sheets gazing at each other. Mikoto regarded Mai with her golden eyes. Somehow, Mai seemed different tonight. The feral girl knew something like this was coming but she thought she'd have more time to prepare. Her beloved friend now disheveled in her pajamas, hair mussed and full breasts peeking from within the thin garment. Of course she'd craved Mai's love and affections, but the reality of realizing those affections physically was new to her. Something she'd only indulged in her most private adolescent fantasies. That party and that world where everyone else existed were far away now. That era when they coexisted as mere friends was fast coming to an end. The promise of this new world frightened the younger girl as well as it enticed her. She'd only known one other in what people called "intimacy" and it was an experience she hadn't wanted to repeat. But now, to have Mai, one she loved above all others, to have that Mai to herself-" Lips pressed Mikoto's lips. Her yelp of surprise turned into a murmur of pleasure as realized Mai was kissing her. At first she thought herself in a dream. Those soft lips could not be touching her own. The body slowly melting into that other soft body could not be hers. She'd been thinking too much (something Mikoto couldn't recall ever doing before) and Mai had taken the initiative. This other Mikoto's mouth opened, inviting Mai's tongue to dance with hers. This other Mikoto felt Mai's hands travel up and down her spine leaving a tingling sensation in their wake. This other Mikoto plunged her hands into Mai's lovely hair, mussing it further and reveling in the silky texture of it. Unable to contain her jealousy the true Mikoto put aside her astral counterpart and reentered her body. Only to find a new Mai had replaced her beloved friend. The new Mai did not laugh or smile or cook tasty meals. The new Mai only hungered. And tonight she would feed on Mikoto. Keenly aware of Mikoto's stiffening response, Mai slowed her assault upon her lips, instead making sweet love to them. Her tongue caressed Mikoto's mouth, lips savored Mikoto's lips. The younger girl relaxed, seeing that this wild animal was only another facet of Mai's personality. This facet both frightened and excited her. Deciding to experiment, Mikoto urged Mai into a sitting position, her legs out before her. Mikoto straddled her hips and began kissing her mouth, cheeks and neck, searching for and locating the buttons of her top. Taken aback by the girl's audacity but not to be outdone, Mai reached behind Mikoto with the pretence of holding her close. Yet instead, she slid her hands down to caress the younger girl's tight posterior. She lifted the cotton nightshirt and explored the smooth, supple flesh, she'd guiltily coveted mere hours before. Mikoto, having succeeded in opening Mai's top, buried her face in those handsome breasts taking in Mai's aroma. The scent, so familiar to Mikoto sensitive nose was now laden with pheromones which made the younger girl dizzy with desire. Mai barely stifled a cry when Mikoto's lips and tongue found her breasts. The feral girl was exploring, mapping that expanse with her mouth, delicately tasting of Mai's sensitive skin. She found the hardened nipple and took it into her mouth. Entranced, Mai stole a glance at her love as Mikoto sampled her. The younger girl gazed up at her, gold hued eyes glittering, as she held the captive nipple in her teeth and teased it with her tongue. Somehow Mai stayed conscious as Mikoto released one nipple and concentrated on the other. While she loved what the younger girl was doing, she couldn't allow it to continue. Mai also wanted to enjoy Mikoto's body. She wanted to know the feeling of giving her pleasure. Reluctantly tugging Mikoto away, Mai motioned for her to raise her arms in mock surrender. Seeing the outline of those petite breasts Mai slowly pulled the cotton garment over the younger girls head. The relished the little tremors Mikoto made as the fabric rasped against her hardened nipples. The now-nude girl obediently lay down when bidden and blushed deeply as Mai paused to take in her form. Though she'd seen it many times, Mai had never truly appreciated the beautiful symmetry of Mikoto's young body. But before she allowed herself to be lost in this beauty, Mai set about the art of giving pleasure. She kissed both dark nipples but did not linger. Instead she allowed the room's air currents to play across the now-moistened flesh. She watched as those small fruits ripened and ignored Mikoto's small whimpers for relief. She instead rested on her elbows above her love, allowing her breasts, her nipples to trail up and down Mikoto's front. In their path little fires of pleasure sparked for them both. *Girls' bodies are so much fun to play with* Mai recalled at a later date. She was kissing her now, the taste of each other's body mingling together. It was all Mai could do to hold on as Mikoto took over, upendingMai and relieving her of her pajama bottoms. Mikoto's small hands began to explore, eliciting pleasure wherever they landed. Academically, Mai knew what was coming next but she had no preparation for it. Over the month she'd spent dreaming of this night she would wonder how it would feel to have another touch her there. Mikoto's hands moved downward, paying homage to Mai's soft skin, now misted with perspiration. She now came near that place, that sacred shrine where a girl's most intimate treasure lay hidden. And entered. A cry unlike anything in her experience tore its way from the depths of Mai's soul through her body and issued from her mouth. Excited by the unknowable sound Mikoto descended on Mai's moist folds, tasting and teasing, searching for the center of her pleasure. As Mikoto's agile tongue danced within her Mai wondered if she could use such a wonderful instrument for something so mundane as speech again. Such thoughts were forgotten as Mikoto found and made love to the clitoris. Mai's pleasure doubled, tripled. Later on Mai was a bit ashamed that her body could be played like a musical instrument. But with an artist like Mikoto, she was content to let her compose her masterworks. A voice that was not her own called out, urging her love to complete the work, to complete her. Memory and coherent thought dissolved into sound and sensation. Mikoto's amazing command of the female body pushed Mai past the veils and through the threshold of Climax. She was a plaything of sensation, a toy of pleasure. She barely recalled weeping shamelessly at the power of the moment. Mikoto allowing her to make her own attempt at bringing her to orgasm. The taste of her lover on her lips. The feel of her small body quaking with the release of pent up arousal. Mikoto's promise that Mai could practice on her as much as she liked in the future. These were what Mai remembered best. And the look of unadulterated love on Mikoto's face as they finally drifted to sleep. That kind of love frightened her. It was obsessive and possessive. It had a mind of its own and could creep in out of nowhere. But that kind of love was what they had for each other. That kind of love was the best kind. That kind of love was always true. ----------------------- FIN Once again, I thank everyone for sticking with me on this journey. I will continue to fight for truth, justice and the Yuri Way.
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