Chapter Two: Confusion
Harry’s was nearly empty at twelve thirty at night. A few patrons were sipping away on drinks in the dimness of the place, none seemed to be rowdy. A very pretty blonde lady was the only one that seemed to have the bulk of the alcohol consumed this night.
She sat at the main bar, a tall glass nearly emptied of wine in one hand. The young lady peered at her drink through half-squinted eyes, the small delirious looking smirk on her face told of the night that had been spent drinking away. She put down the glass, almost spilling it all over the exceptionally clean bartop and giggled at the near mishap.
" I have called for someone to help you out, Miss Dojima..." The tall and very thin owner of the place said. " They should be here soon."
" That’s ok... I’m drunk... deadened" She said, slurring her very incoherent statement to the man.
" Who ever will make sure you get home safely." Master said, in his very calming way.
The woman nodded, nearly losing her balance on the chair and falling. She caught herself and swept up the glass of wine to awkwardly down half of what was left in it. She hiccuped violently and smiled a sodden grin, at which the man seemed to had given a little shrug of his thin shoulders.
A figure appeared next to her suddenly. She jerked hr head to the side to look at who had just walked up to her. She hiccuped and grinned.
" Robin..." She slurred out.
The tawny haired young hunter looked at her friend and then at Master who stood on the other side of the bar from them.
" She is very intoxicated." Said Robin, her face seemingly very puzzled with the very drunk woman.
" She had more than just a few, Little Robin..." He said, his smile showed that he was glad that then girl was there. " I was getting rather concerned with just how much she was consuming." He paused. " She seemed distressed a little when she came in late this afternoon. She ordered a drink and then another. I have seen her have a couple of drinks before, but I have never seen her go like this."
" I have not either." Robin agreed.
" I am glad that it was you, who came for Mis Dojima." He said, his eyes showing that extent.
Robin took a deep breath as she looked at her drunk friend. She was worried about the young blonde lady as well, never hearing of her being like this ever.
" I am going to take her home here..." Robin said, keeping an eye on the lady.
" That would be a good idea to help her." The man said, seeming relived to hear of Robin’s help. " Can I be of some assistance to you?
The tawny haired girl nodded.
" You call us a cab, I’ll help her outside." Robin said.
" Can you manage her?"
" I think so." Said Robin, obviously thinking on how she was going to do that.
" I call the cab then, and I will inform them of where you are going.." He said. " I know where she lives, I have call a cab for her on a few occasions.- but never for a state like she is in now."
Robin nodded her thanks. She needed all the help she could get to make sure the drunk Dojima got home.
Bodily draping on of the lady’s arms around her neck, Robin helped Dojima to her feet and pointed the two of them to the door. The lady did not argue, simply mumbled out a few things as her friend held her up as they headed off to meet the cab outside of Harry’s.
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Dojima’s house was just a one floor, three room house in a quiet part of Tokyo. A low wall fence circled the house, and had a somewhat of a lawn in front. It was very quaint looking, but not at all what Robin was thinking it would have been.
As the cab drove off, Robin walked Dojima up to the door, propping her up so she could walk. The woman shuffled along with the help of the girl, still continuing to mumble incoherently as the got to the door.
Robin fished the woman’s keys out of her skirt pocket, then bore her friend into the house once the door had been opened and having her nearly fall in the process. The youngest hunter could not believe that she had kept the girl on her feet for this long. Dojima laughed at nothing, as the smaller girl led her into the house, she was still very drunk.
The place was very well decorated, in the very classic sense of Japanese sensibility. The outside of the house belayed the fact of it being so well decorated, it made Robin gasp. It was like she was looking at some decorating magazine. From the expensive rugs on the floor, to the very dark and rich woods of the various pieces of furniture, It was clear that Dojima did not have cheap taste in anything.
She nodded to herself, struggling the girl off down a short hallway, looking for the bedroom so she could tuck the woman in to sleep for the night, and hoping that she would be not too badly hurting in the morning.
Robin found the sleep mat on the floor in a back room, obviously this room was Dojima’s bedroom. She lowered the lady to the mat as slowly as she possibly could have, and the very drunk lady rolled like watery jelly on to her bed with a small thud.
" Robin... I screwed up..." She kept muttering, though her plastered haze.
" You’ll feel better in the morning, Dojima." Assured Robin, Not understanding what the lady was saying
" Not ever... I screwwd up an’..." Was the lady reply, after hiccupping while trying not to vomit.
" You’ll see that you will feel better..." Robin came back, her nose wrinkling, as the smell of Dojima’s near throwing up was hanging on the air a little.
Robin helped the very floppy bodied lady by taking off the sportcoat she wore, as she now could barely move. Dojima sighed and flopped back, her head luckily hitting the pillow behind her as soon as the coat was fully off. Robin unzipped her skirt and got it off somehow, trying to make her friend as comfortable as she could, leaving the sleeveless shirt on as she saw the woman wore no bra.
Robin looked at the very skimpy red lace underwear the girl was wearing, and marveled at how good it looked on her very shapely hips, and how she could see Dojima’s tanned skin through the fabric. She would never wear something like that, Robin told herself, but she had to admit they looked good on the her soddened friend.
As Robin folded up the woman’s clothes neatly at the side of the mat, she heard Dojima moving a little bit, moaning almost.
" Robin... I... I..." She stammered repeatedly, as the tawny haired girl slipped off her shoes.
" What is it?" Robin asked, putting the shoes ast the head of the mat.
Robin waited, but it seemed that the woman had passed out at that point. She shuffled up a little on her knees to where Dojima’s head was and peered down into the face. She wondered if the woman needed something, or if she was going to get sick.
The woman’s eyes were wide open, staring up at her when she got there. There was a very odd look in the woman’s eyes, something that Robin could not comprehend. Like a mother hen, she brushed Dojima’s long blonde locks out of her face, and gave a warm smile to the woman.
" Do you need to get up and go to the bathroom to get sick?" She asked, hoping that of that was what was needed, the woman could make it into the bathroom before actually spewing..
Dojima suddenly moved quicker than she had through this whole situation. She pulled the tawny haired girl’s head down to hers. Robin squeaked in total shock, as the woman layed a large kiss right on her lips. The kiss was kind of uncoordinated, but the force of it was purely lustful in it’s intentions.
Robin froze as the lady kissed her, her nose picking up the fruity aroma of the wine on Dojima’s breath. She found herself kissing back for a second or to, much to her surprise.
Adding to the young Hunter’s shock, the lady had let her other hand move, and now was inching up her inner leg, then under her long skirt. The drunk lady quickly had her fingers now fully between her thighs and was touching Robin’s panties at the apex of her legs, and right on the womanhood that was hidden under them.
Dojima’s fingertips gave a few clumsy caresses on her sex, almost as if she was really wanting to touch the girl there but could not get her hand to work under the influence. The girl could not move for a moment or two, as she was totally shocked at the hand that now was fondling her little sex. The fingers traced the outer surface of her privates with a light touch, sliding along the fabric that was the only barrier between Dojima and Robin’s sex.
Robin felt her body starting to tingle from the combination of the lips on hers, and the hand that lightly felt her secret spot. She also felt that where the girl rubbed, was getting very wet. Her mind swam with different emotions and sensation that flooded her, her body was unable to even move and inch for what seemed to be forever. She was stuck right there with the lady’s kisses and hands.
Robin finely shot back, breaking away from the woman’s kisses and hands like she was shot out of a cannon. The woman did not grasp at her hard, her hands just flopped lifelessly on top of her, and she rolled completely on to her back into her stupor once more.
" Robin..." She sighed, then was still.
Robin sat in the corner, her heart pumping hard in her chest. She had no idea just what to do. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling so awkward and confused.
She looked over at the now still figure on the sleeping mat for long moments at a time, the feelings of the woman’s hands touching her and the kiss , still registering in her mind.
" Did Miss Dojima just... Kiss me?" She asked herself, many times over and over again, always adding. " She... touched me... she felt me..."
She had never been kissed before by a man, little alone been kissed by a woman. Her heart pounded in her chest, her mind swooned a she came to realize that not only had the woman did what she had done, Dojima had been touching her private area like a lover was suppose to. She shivered with the realization, but she was unsure whether she was shivering out of disgust or pleasure.
The young hunter’s body felt like it actually still was happening, her mind replaying for her the feelings of when the blonde woman’s fingers softly was caressing her virginal body ever so softly, and the pressure of her lips against hers. She could feel the woman’s fingers still on her vulva, the way it traced the outer part of it with a light breath, the way it made her tingle all through out her body.
The girl let out a gasp as she thought on the incident. The real surprise to even herself , Robin found herself liking it.
She looked over at the prone woman with a nervousness. She watched the woman laying there, a light snoring sound told her that Dojima had finally passed out. Robin stayed there in the corner for a moment, making sure the lady was in fact asleep. She was unsure of even moving at this point.
She watched, as the breathing movements of the woman’s chest told her that she had indeed not only feel asleep, but had slipped into a very deep sleep. Robin was glad for her friend’s slumber, as her mind swirled with confusion. She sat for awhile more, unable to do anything other than to watch the sleeping form that layed there in only a shirt and underwear
The girl hesitantly went over to the lady, and used a blanket that was folded off to the side of the room to cover Dojima up. The drunk one sighed in her sleep, but did not really move any. She layed there, snoring away.
Robin stood up and made a wide circle around the mat, moving as softly as she could have. Dojima did not even move as muscle, the alcohol she had drank was certainly fueled her comatose state. That suited Robin just fine, as she exited the room. She wanted to get away as fast as she could.
She went into the front room and sat herself down in the very center, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tried to make sense of what had just happened. Nothing really did make any sense at all.
Robin thought about making the long walk back to her little one room place, or even trying to catch one of the late night transit busses, feeling a little nervous to be in the house with Dojima. She shook her head, and decided she could not do that, even after whatever happened... happened. She knew that she could not just leave Dojima to sleep it off. She had read or heard somewhere that for very inebriated people, you need to make sure of them for they could choke on their vomit .
Robin had also came up with that Dojima had been so drunk, she thought she was her boyfriend or something., and was not coming on to her... another female, like that. That was why the woman done.
" She was just mistaken..." Robin assured herself, as she settled herself for waiting through the long night ahead. "... She was very drunk."
Settling that point for herself, the fact remained she had no idea why she was feeling the way she was. She still enjoyed the memory of the woman touching her, kissing her... of her kissing Dojima. She really, really did. That bothered her.
She took a breath in, sharp and tight.
" I don’t like girls..." She stated for herself with finality, as she rested her back against a small stand.
She put her head on her knees that were still drawn up, and closed her eyes. She listened to the darkness of the house.