Makoto looked around her, checking her small apartment one last time. Everything was neat, as (mostly) always, there was food in the refrigerator and ingredients for steamed buns with sweet red bean paste out on the counter. She glanced over at the mirror again to appraise her own appearance. She had on a tailored shirt the same color as her eyes, brown slacks and a tie of the same shade. She had decided to leave her hair in its usual ponytail, after hours of trying to find a more attractive style for it. Fed up, she put it into the ponytail and admitted, reluctantly, that it looked just fine. The buzzer rang, setting her heart racing. How was she going to explain her clothes? This is *not* what you cook in, she thought desperately. The air seemed thick and hot in the room, but now the buzzer sounded a second time and she had to say something.... "One moment, please!" she called and looked around wildly. Nothing obvious...nothing that would give away...what? Her true feelings? They were appallingly obvious, unfortunately. Quivering with nervousness, Makoto walked towards the door. This is just Minako-chan, Aino Minako, a friend of yours for years - just chill out! she yelled at herself, but it didn't help. She gripped the door handle and almost passed out. Breathe you dolt! her mind called and she did, deeply, as if she were about to face an opponent. Then she jerked the door open... Minako stood up stiffly, as if she had been leaning against the doorjamb. Makoto stared at her, open-mouthed. Her hair looked as soft as the finest silk and her dress matched her eyes perfectly. It was a deep blue, cut Hong Kong style, with a gold brocade pattern and trim. Red and gold designs chased over and through the blue, catching the light. When Makoto's eyes finally rose to take in Minako's face, she caught her breath. Venus, indeed, she breathed. They stood for a moment, silent, locked in a battle of mutual appreciation. Finally, Minako reached out and lightly picked up the tie. Makoto held herself rigid, trying not to flinch from the electricity in Minako's touch. "It suits you." Minako said. "No pun intended." There was a pause and both girls began to laugh. As if that had broken the tension, Makoto moved back from the door and asked Minako to enter. Minako looked around, curiously. "Have you ever been here?" Makoto asked, moving to the comfort of the kitchen. Minako, walking around the room, nodded. "Once or twice." She followed Mako-chan to the kitchen area and insisted on helping with making tea. Makoto couldn't be sure, but she was sure Minako was watching her from under lowered lids, whenever she wasn't looking. There was, no doubt, however, that she was brushing her body against Makoto's at every opportunity. Her hand, lightly brushed a sleeve, her hand, a leg. Even Minako's hair was wielded as a weapon, sliding lightly across Makoto's arm at every turn. The tea-making process took forever, but neither girl seemed to be in a rush. At the last moment, Makoto added a few sweet dumplings to the platter and then, almost tripping in her haste to sit, praying her legs wouldn't melt under her, led Minako to the sofa. "May I pour?" Minako asked sweetly. Makoto nodded, completely bewitched by her friend's movements, the way her body made the dress sway and cling. Minako reached across the tray and with surprisingly delicate motions, poured two cups of tea. She also picked up a bun and held it in one hand. Turning to Makoto, she smiled. "I know we said we'd go on a picnic, " she commented quickly, "but it's not so nice out...why don't we stay here today?" Her question was ingenuous and Makoto laughed. "Well," she admitted, "I don't think either of us are really dressed for a picnic..." she watched, fascinated, as Minako-chan bit into the bun she held, exposing the bean paste center. Minako looked into Mako-chan's eyes and slowly, with one finger, scooped some of the bean paste out of the dumpling. Without taking her eyes from Makoto's, she slowly licked her finger with the tip of her tongue, then even more slowly, inserted it into her mouth, savoring the bean paste. Makoto thought she would pass out with pleasure. "Now it's your turn," Minako stated and scooped up more of the bean paste. Her finger approached Makoto's lips and automatically, the taller girl opened her mouth. At the touch of the blonde's finger to her tongue, Makoto's head seemed to explode. Instinct took over and she rolled her tongue over the finger in her mouth, watching Minako's breath become shorter and shallower. Tantalizingly, Minako took her finger back, scooped up more filling and once again, ate it sensuously. Makoto had to remind herself to breathe. This time, though, Minako-chan left some of the filling untasted on her tongue. She opened her mouth slightly and Mako-chan felt herself being drawn, inexorably towards Minako's lips. No thoughts entered her mind, except the driving need to kiss Minako and taste her. Minako melted her body against her friend's and their lips met. Makoto felt the pressure of Minako's tongue on her teeth and she parted her own mouth, allowing the sweetness of the bean paste to be accentuated by Minako's own essence. Minako's hands clasped Makoto's shoulders tightly as they kissed for the first time. Makoto pulled the smaller woman into a strong embrace. There was a deep silence when they final broke off their kiss. Minako lowered her head for a moment and Makoto was able to breathe in her scent. She lowered her face into Minako's hair and inhaled. Minako looked up into sparkling green eyes. "I knew you were strong, but I had no idea...." Her hands stroked Makoto's shoulders, then ran down along her upper arms, then back up to the shoulders and down onto Makoto's chest. Makoto stiffened for a second, then quickly relaxed. "Are you comfortable with this?" Minako asked as she played with Makoto's tie. "Yes." Makoto said simply. "Are you?" Minako smiled coyly. "I *am* Sailor Venus...." She let the thought linger as she began to kiss and nuzzle the area just above Makoto's collar. Her hands stroked along the buttons on Makoto's shirt, feeling the muscular, yet surprisingly soft body beneath. "I know this sounds silly, but I never thought of that." Makoto laughed, then caught her breath as a hand brushed a nipple, which instantly hardened. "I have." Minako said softly, then took one of Makoto's hands and placed it on her own leg. Makoto felt a moan wrenched out of her throat. The stockings Minako wore were silk. Between that sensation of a leg in silk and the touch of hands and mouth, any reservations Makoto had was gone. She stroked the leg beneath her hand, reveling in the feel of silk and skin. Minako began to loosen her tie. "This is my favorite part," she admitted. "It's like unwrapping a present." Makoto let her head loll back with pleasure and gasped as lips, tongue and teeth fastened themselves to her throat. Her moans became growls when Minako bit her and she pushed the blonde back on the sofa, burying her own face in Minako's neck. "Ahhhhhhhh..." Minako purred, which made Makoto smile. She busied herself with unfastening the first stay of Minako's dress, and familiarizing herself with the flesh it contained. Short work was made of the next few fasteners. Makoto let out a low groan as Minako arced her back, surrounding her with pale, soft breasts. Makoto thought she could very well stay here forever. One hand was placed upon a breast and it automatically began to fondle the skin beneath it. Makoto let her lips trace a path over the other breast and smiled to hear Minako's soft response. At some point, Minako's dress had been shed completely and she sat up, a little shyly. She batted Makoto's hands away from her and reattacked her friend's tie and collar. Tantalizingly she undid each button and touched the skin in the area, following her fingers with her lips. Makoto let her eyes close and lost herself in the sensation. As Minako peeled back the tailored shirt, she smiled to see Mako-chan in a lacy pink bra, through which she could just see the darkness of nipples. Minako tongued one shadowy area, then the next, watching as blood rushed to the area, and to Makoto's throat. She couldn't help herself and she lunged at Makoto's chest, drawing the hardened nipple into her mouth, rolling the other one between her fingers. Makoto pushed Minako away for a moment, then shrugged her shirt off. When her hands went to unfasten her belt, Minako pushed them away. Kneeling before Makoto, Minako unbuckled the belt, unfastened the pants and then, with help from Makoto, slid each leg down, helped Makoto remove her foot from the pants leg, then the other. She moved her face up to the junction of inner thigh, sliding her hair along Makoto's legs. Makoto fell backwards as the sensation became too much for her. Minako parted Mako-chan's legs slightly, and nuzzled the inner thigh and satin clad mound in front of her. She traced shapes with her tongue, edging it into the crevasse at the edge of the satin underwear, letting her hands trail along muscular thighs and ass. Makoto thrust her pelvis forward as Minako grabbed both butt cheeks and began to suck on Makoto through her underwear. Makoto's groans became louder, more urgent and she gripped Minako's hair in both hands. Minako sat up and shook her hair out, letting it spread out over Makoto's thighs and lower torso. Makoto took the opportunity to look at her lover. She marveled at her clear skin, now a radiant color. Putting her hands on her panties, Makoto asked, "Is this...?" she didn't finish her question, as Minako-chan put her hands on top of her own and commenced pushing the satin down, past her knees onto the floor. Minako leaned forward, moaning at the Makoto's scent, drooling at the sight of her friend, legs open, her center opening with desire. Minako practically dove headfirst into Makoto, an intense passion driving her on. "Venus..." Makoto whispered and Minako answered, her mouth never leaving its location... "Jupiter." Makoto stiffened, then holding onto Minako's head, pulled her lover into herself, Minako thrusting her tongue in and out into Makoto, until she was clamped into place by strong thighs. "Oh, Venusssssssss........" Makoto hissed, then a great moan escaped her and Minako could feel the internal spasms crashing in her friend's body. Finally, the thighs released her and Minako laid her head against the still quivering body beneath her.
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