Swimming Lesson
As always, for those only familiar with the English dub:
Usagi=Serena
Ami=Amy
Rei=Raye
Makoto=Lyta
Minako=Mina
Haruka=Amara
Michiru=Michelle
Setsuna=Trista
Mamoru=Darien
Finally, Haruka and Michiru are NOT cousins.
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Michiru glided along the length of the indoor pool, her eyes closed
and her consciousness in another world. She felt the sensual pleasure
of the water pass over her skin. She was aware of the cooling effect
it had on her body. She enjoyed the way the water made her green
backless one piece cling to her slim body.
And she sensed the slowly expanding hunger she felt between her legs.
Being in the water frequently did that for her.
A gentle circle of her arms pulled her under. There, the water
surrounded her like a huge comforting womb. Thinking of it in those
terms made her groin tighten even more.
"How Freudian," she thought. "A sub-conscious desire to return to the
womb?"
Michiru languidly glided to the bottom of the pool and slid her hand
against it, then slowly kicked to the surface. If only she could stay
submerged forever, where there were no such things as The Silence and
Messiahs and invaders from space. If only she could live in the water
forever. If it weren't for Haruka . . .
Her face broke the surface of the water and saw Haruka standing by the
edge of the pool, smiling at her. The lanky blonde was dressed, as
usual, in jeans and a muscle shirt. The black smudge on her cheek
told Michiru that the woman had been with her other lover - - her
car.
"You always look so happy when you're swimming," Haruka said, her
husky voice making Michiru's loins rumble all the more.
"Why don't you come in," Michiru proposed, "and find out what the
attraction is."
"No suit, remember," Haruka replied.
"That's OK," Michiru leered. "There's no one here but us and I won't
be shocked seeing you naked."
"Yeah, but you won't be able to keep your hands off me," joked Haruka.
"And that's a bad thing how?" Michiru asked, looking at her curiously.
"Pass," Haruka said, turning to leave.
"Sissy," Michiru teased and splashed her.
"Hey! Watch the water!"
"You're not going to melt."
"If you're going to get psycho, I'm leaving."
"Haruka!" Michiru sighed in frustration. "I'm trying to seduce you!"
"I've heard about how you mermaids lure us unsuspecting mortals to
watery deaths."
"I promise I won't kill you," she smiled sweetly. "Although I may make
you groan a little."
"Uh uh."
"You're just scared," Michiru smirked.
"I am not!" Haruka growled. Michiru looked at her funny, sensing her
lover's mood.
"You never want to go swimming with me. Are you scared of the water?"
"Of course not," she muttered, avoiding her gaze. "It's just water."
"Well then what is it?"
"Nothing! I'm . . . just not into swimming."
"It's very relaxing. And with all the stress we have at Mugen High, we
need to grab every chance we can to relax."
"Swimming is exercise," countered Haruka. "Driving is relaxing."
"Oh, poo! Come on in - - for me?"
Haruka turned away from her. This surprised Michiru.
"There is something you're hiding," she said. "What is it?" Haruka
didn't respond, so Michiru climbed out of the pool. She padded over to
her lover and grasped her shoulders gently. She felt Haruka tense up
at her touch. "Haruka, I love you. I'm not like the others. There's
nothing about you that'll make me turn away from you - - or on you."
Haruka exhaled loudly.
"Haruka? You can trust me."
"I can't swim," Haruka whispered, pulling the words from her mouth
like a throbbing tooth.
Michiru stared, stunned.
"I never learned. They wouldn't let me dress in a guy's swimsuit when
I was younger and I was never . . . well, comfortable wearing a
girl's suit. So I never learned."
"That's it?" marveled Michiru. "That's what you're so ashamed of?"
"Sure, easy for you to say! Nothing ever bothers you!" Instantly
Haruka regretted her tone and forced herself to calm, no mean feat
for her. "I thought you'd - - look down on me," Haruka replied. She
still refused to face her lover.
"If you thought that," Michiru said, hugging the woman from behind,
"then you must not think much of me. I've decided I love you, my
dear; your bad points as well as your good. And you have a couple of
points that are a lot worse than this."
"You don't understand," Haruka responded. "I couldn't admit it - -
couldn't risk it. I couldn't risk driving you away." She turned around
in Michiru's arms to face her. "You're so - - important. I have
nightmares that someday you'll wise up and realize what a raw deal
you have loving me."
"Shh," Michiru said, placing her fingers on Haruka's mouth. "Don't.
Don't you dare talk like that. I'm not here against my will. I'm not
deluded. I know what you are and I know a lot of what haunts you. In
spite of that, I chose to love you. Don't you dare tell me I made a
mistake in judgment."
She pressed her head to Haruka's chest. Haruka responded by folding
her arms around the woman.
"Yes, ma'am," Haruka grinned shyly.
They hugged while the reflection of the overhead lights shimmered on
the surface of the water poolside.
"You're getting me all wet," Haruka chuckled.
"You'll dry out," she told her, her hands massaging Haruka's lower
back. "If you'd like, I can teach you how to swim."
"You won't laugh at me?"
"If I do, you can spank me," grinned Michiru.
"Do I have to wear a woman's swimsuit?"
"Wear anything you like," Michiru said. Then she grinned
mischievously. "Or wear nothing at all. I'll be less likely to notice
if you're bad that way."
"You're teasing me," Haruka scowled playfully. Her skin was tingling
because Michiru's fingertips were running up and down the base of her
spine.
"Just a little payback," Michiru smiled.
"When do we do this?" Haruka asked, showing a slight degree of
eagerness.
"How about tomorrow? No school on a Sunday."
"Not now?" Haruka asked, delightfully obtuse to Michiru's body
language.
"No," Michiru said, looking up longingly at her lover. "I'd kind of
like to do something else right now."
Haruka arched an eyebrow. Prompted by the skittering fingertips on her
spine, she leaned in and gathered Michiru's mouth to hers. Michiru
sighed happily as they kissed, then jumped in surprise as she felt
Haruka's hand probing under her wet swimsuit between her legs.
"Something like that?" Haruka asked.
"You naughty girl!" giggled Michiru.
She pressed her mouth to Haruka's again. As she did, she worked
Haruka's shirt up. She felt Haruka's hand brush the straps of her
swimsuit down her shoulders. Haruka paused only to allow her top to
pass over her head. The blonde was bra-less as usual.
Michiru pressed her hand to her lover's breast. She squeezed slightly,
the nipple bulging out, then pressed her lips to it. Her tongue
emerged and began swirling around the hardening nipple. She heard
Haruka's breath shudder out and it was like a concerto to her.
She felt Haruka's hands work her swimsuit over her hips. Haruka held
her close, resting her chin on her wet green hair. They sank as one
to the poolside tile, Michiru relentlessly worrying the nipple and
aureole in her mouth. Haruka's other breast was in her hand and
Michiru would occasionally brush the other nipple with her fingers.
"Michiru," moaned Haruka. "I . . . uhhhhh . . . your mouth . . .
driving me . . . uhhh . . ."
Out of the blue, Haruka held her lover by the ribs and leaned in,
forcing her onto her back. Michiru squealed in surprise. Pinning her
down by laying on her right leg and draping her arm over Michiru's
stomach, Haruka pulled her partner's legs apart and began lavishing
attention on her groin.
"Ahh!" Michiru gasped. "I wasn't done yet!"
"Yes you were," rumbled Haruka, her tongue lapping at the young
woman's clitoris and vulva.
"Oh! Ohh!" she cried, squirming helplessly on the tile beneath Haruka.
"You taste like chlorine."
"You monster!" Michiru giggled, her laughter intermixed with moans.
It was coming. Michiru had been keyed up for a while, so her orgasm
began building quickly. She felt it begin to bud, the fires stoking.
She was filled with anticipation. She needed to feel it wash over
her.
Then her mind clouded by familiar premonitions. The dark thoughts
overwhelmed her and the flower wilted.
"H-Haruka," she murmured, unable to conceal her disappointment.
"I know," Haruka scowled. "I feel it, too. They're about to make a
play for another heart crystal." She seemed to hover, reluctant to
abandon her passion. But the moment was ashes and there was no
reclaiming it.
Haruka got up and offered her hand. Michiru took it and pulled herself
to her feet. As one, they produced their henshin sticks.
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The battle with the Eudial lasted the rest of the afternoon and
resumed the following day. It was almost twenty-four hours later when
Haruka and Michiru were able to return to the vast high-rise they
shared. Though Eudial had been defeated, the battle had not exactly
gone as they had hoped.
"That girl!" fumed Michiru. "Is she just so dense that she doesn't
understand?"
"She's an optimist," Haruka said, massaging Michiru's shoulders from
behind. "They think like that."
"We can't afford naïve optimism, not at a time like this! If Sailor
Moon continues down this path, we may have to do something about her.
Honestly, sometimes she's just as weepy and childish as - - as
Usagi!"
"We'll win. We have to." Haruka kept massaging her lover's shoulders.
"You are so tense. Why don't you take a dip? That always makes
everything better for you."
Michiru smiled at the thought. "Why don't you take one with me?"
Michiru purred, placing her hand on Haruka's.
"Um . . ."
"I promised to teach you, remember? Don't chicken out on me."
"I'm not chickening out," Haruka snorted. "I, um, just haven't gotten
a suit yet."
"And I told you that you didn't need one," Michiru said seductively,
turning to Haruka and staring up at her with bedroom eyes. She eased
the blouse off the woman's shoulders.
"But, um," Haruka stammered, breathing more heavily, "that's not
really going to help me concentrate." Michiru was undoing the button
on Haruka's jeans.
"If it'll help," Michiru smiled, easing Haruka's jeans over her hips
and letting them fall, "I won't wear anything, either."
"How's that supposed to help?"
Michiru smothered a laugh. "Stop being a baby and come swim with me! I
don't say anything when we waste countless hours driving around in
that old car!"
Haruka scowled at her. She bobbed up, kissed Haruka on the mouth, then
stared sweetly, yet insistently.
"OK," sighed Haruka. "But if you laugh at me, I'm holding you under."
"Now you're taking all the fun out of it," teased Michiru. She hurried
out of her clothes.
Naked, Haruka eased herself into the shallow end. As long as her feet
could touch bottom, she could convince herself that it was a giant
bath. The water was cool enough to be invigorating without being
uncomfortable. This was good. Being naked was uncomfortable enough.
Growing up with gender identity issues wasn't usually conducive to
having a good body image. She glanced as Michiru dove in effortlessly
and glided through the water like a dolphin. Haruka envied her. The
woman always seemed at ease with her sexuality, just like she seemed
at ease with almost every aspect of her life.
Water sprayed on her back. She turned around just in time to see
Michiru bob to the surface and glide over.
"Ready?" Michiru asked, water beads glistening on her cheeks and her
bare bosom.
Haruka nodded uncertainly. Michiru boosted herself up by placing her
hands on Haruka's shoulders and kissed her.
"I appreciate you doing this for me," she smiled. "I can see this
makes you nervous. Just trust me and don't be scared. I'll look out
for you." Haruka nodded. "Now I want you to lay across my hands on
your stomach," and she extended her hands just under the surface of
the water.
Haruka eyed her skeptically. "You're stronger than you look."
"Buoyancy is a powerful ally, my dear," she replied, wrinkling her
nose.
Haruka complied, stretching out in the water. She fully expected to
sink like a submarine, but Michiru's hands supported her.
"Now keep your legs straight, point your toes and just move your legs
up and down."
Following instructions, Haruka moved her legs. It was immediately
obvious she lacked coordination.
"Coordinate your motions," advised Michiru. She smiled as inspiration
struck. "Picture the way the pistons move in your car."
"Ha ha," scowled Haruka. However, the advice worked and soon Michiru
was hard-pressed to keep her pupil in place.
"OK, now kick faster," Michiru said. Haruka complied and the
green-haired beauty nodded. When her motions got coordinated, Haruka
would have a powerful stroke. "Did you know how cute your butt looks
when you're kicking?"
"Keep your mind on your work," Haruka growled playfully.
When she was satisfied with her pupil's kick, Michiru eased her back
into the water, then crossed in front of her.
"Take my hands," Michiru said, extending hers. "I want you to propel
yourself with your legs while I lead you."
"I feel like a little kid," muttered Haruka.
"Don't be ashamed of learning," smiled Michiru. "You're doing fine."
They spent the entire afternoon in the pool. When she was satisfied
with Haruka's kick, they practiced her arm stroke. Then she showed
Haruka how and when to breathe. Despite all of her misgivings, which
Haruka took every opportunity to vocalize, her natural athleticism
allowed her to adapt quickly to each new lesson.
Finally, when Michiru was confident enough, she sent Haruka for a lap
across the width of the pool. The woman's stroke was very mechanical,
but she got across and back without incident.
"I did it!" bellowed Haruka, shooting out of the water as she touched
the wall, then sank back in to her chest and touched bottom with her
feet.
"Oh, I'm so proud of you!" Michiru beamed. She hugged Haruka tight and
gave her a passionate kiss. "I told you that you could do it!"
"Teach me another stroke!" gasped Haruka.
"Another day, my love. Let's master this one, first. Besides, you
should be feeling it in your thighs right about now."
"I guess," sighed Haruka. Then she leered. "I know what I'd like to
feel in my thighs."
Michiru's mouth flew open in shock at her lover's audacity, then
closed into a lecherous smile.
"Just hold onto the pool rim," she said with a devilish gleam in her
eye.
Michiru bobbed her head under the water and thrust herself down until
she was level with Haruka's groin. Her hands curled around Haruka's
hips and grasped her butt; then Michiru pulled herself in and began
licking Haruka's groin.
Haruka eased her head back on the rim of the pool and let the erotic
tension spread up through her body. Her buoyancy lent an air or
unreality to what she was experiencing. It was like floating in a
vast tranquil nothingness. All she had to focus on was her grip on
the pool rim and the constant tongue strokes on her most sensitive
area.
"Uhh!" she grunted as the tip of Michiru's tongue twittered against
her clitoris.
Through the fog of ecstasy covering her brain, Haruka thought suddenly
of her partner. How long had she been underwater? There was no way
she had been keeping any sort of track of time, but it seemed like a
while to her. A small seed of worry began to grow; but for all her
concern, another voice in her head greedily shouted them down and
demanded more of what she was experiencing. At last Michiru's head
bobbed to the surface and took a breath.
"Are you all right?" Haruka asked, her husky voice even deeper with
sexual tension.
"I know what I'm doing," Michiru smirked. "How's it feel?"
"Heavenly," she sighed. "It's too bad you had to stop."
"I'm not finished yet," Michiru leered. "Get ready to have your toes
curled."
She took a deep breath and dived under the water again. Haruka steeled
herself, but the touch of Michiru's mouth sent her dying excitement
level shooting up again. She gripped the rim of the pool, resisting
the urge to pull away and end the torment that felt too good to
endure.
Air bubbles trickled up from Michiru's mouth. They danced along
Haruka's pubic mound, tickling already sensitive flesh and brushing
against the fine hairs. Haruka felt her insides contract until they
seemed clenched by a huge fist. She tried to cry out, but there was
nothing in her to form words with. The world was gone. The universe
had, for her, narrowed down to a patch of skin between her legs that
had reached up and grasped her throat, squeezing it shut.
And Michiru continued mercilessly.
So, almost out of self-defense, Haruka climaxed. Like a tidal wave, it
washed over her, the pent-up tension flooding through her. She felt it
from the hairs on her head to the nails on her big toes. Her body
went limp and slid under the surface of the water. Only having water
rush up her nose roused Haruka. She pushed off the bottom with her
feet and thrust her head above the surface. Michiru surfaced amid the
hacking and coughing of her partner.
"I'm guessing you came," giggled Michiru. "Want to do it again?"
"Get away from me. You're dangerous," joked Haruka, snorting water
from her sinuses.
Michiru wrapped her arms around Haruka's neck and chest from behind.
"You'll live. Now tell me true: did you like it?"
"Well you were clearly into it. I've rarely seen you that - -
aggressive?"
"Guilty. There's something about being submerged that just gets me
hot. But you're avoiding the question. Did you like it?"
Haruka shifted around so they were face to face. Their breasts mashed
between them as they held each other close.
"Call me old fashioned," Haruka said. "I still prefer doing it in bed.
But I'll admit that you've shown me that the water can be fun."
"And sexy," Michiru added.
"And sexy." She glanced wickedly at the ceiling. "I wonder if Usagi
would be interested in a pool party anytime soon."
"YOU RAT!" Michiru gasped in mock horror. She jammed her hands on the
top of Haruka's head and pushed the woman under.
Beneath the water, Haruka shifted. She pushed up against Michiru, then
rose up, throwing the woman over her shoulder. Pulled off her feet,
Michiru let out a shriek. Haruka waded to the edge of the pool, but
was too tired to climb out burdened with her lover on her shoulder.
Finally, she set the wriggling Michiru down.
"You've got to lay off the sweets," panted Haruka.
"Don't blame me for your lack of conditioning, you beast," Michiru
huffed playfully.
"Lack of conditioning? I've only been in this pool all afternoon!"
With some effort Haruka hoisted herself out. Crawling up to stand on
leaden legs, she lumbered to the bench where towels sat. "Oh, I'm
going to be so sore tomorrow - - and my legs will be, too."
Michiru giggled. "Funny, I'm not a bit tired."
"Then you can cook tonight." Haruka bent down slowly and retrieved her
clothes after drying off. "Seriously, can we practice swimming again -
- um, in a few days, when I've had a chance to recover?"
"I think I can fit that into my schedule," Michiru smiled coyly,
pulling her clothes on. Haruka watched her wrap her hair in a towel.
"Oh, I can't wait until you're a really good swimmer. There's so much
I want to show you."
"There's more?" Haruka asked doubtfully, giving her hair a last
rubdown with the towel.
"Let me just whet your appetite," Michiru said, mincing up to her. She
leaned up to Haruka's ear. "A '69' at the bottom of the deep end," she
whispered, then lightly kissed Haruka on the cheek and walked off with
an amorous wiggle to her bottom. Haruka just stared straight ahead,
then swallowed.
"I think I'd rather face down The Silence," she mumbled, in shock.
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