Just as she started to settle down, Aiko used her fingers to press Takumi’s lower lips together. One of her left fingers poked in toward Takumi’s clit as her right palm massaged her soft, curly mound. The sensation was so intense that her breath stayed inside her body
for at least a minute.
Aiko bit softly into Takumi’s inner thigh. Her rubbing became more rapid. The friction built higher and higher. The final release was an explosion of mountainous proportions. Takumi came three more times before Aiko untied her. Takumi couldn’t imagine a man ever making her feel this mixture of romance and lust combined.
4
IT WAS TIME TO dress and Takumi had only one hour to finish and make her way to Chika’s okiya. Aiko assisted her by putting a colorful orange kimono on her sated body. The seamstress had embroidered it with green, yellow, and brown leaves. Fall was coming to an end and this kimono was a perfect way to symbolize that.
Takumi placed the styled, black wig on her head that Madam had bought for her. On the way out the door she stepped into her flat-soled sandals and went on her way.
She stepped hurriedly knowing that Chika would be waiting. Chika had once been a singsong girl in Shanghai. Takumi hoped to hear one day about how she had come to be a geisha. The rumor was that her sponsor’s wife ordered her out of town and gave her a substantial amount of money to go. Chika was revered by most patrons. She was booked up for months in advance and was a regular at Madam’s teahouse. Takumi knew that Madam owed a great deal to Chika. Her weekly appearances at the teahouse meant more money.
As Takumi suspected, Chika was waiting by the door.
“Hurry, Takumi, we don’t have much time.”
They actually had several hours, but it would take most of that time to prepare Chika’s makeup, hair, and dress. Chika never wore wigs like some of the other girls. She always had her own hair braided before entertaining. It was getting harder and harder to find a hairdresser who was qualified and did not mind traveling to the okiya.
Takumi did none of the actual preparations for Chika; she didn’t know the ways well enough. Chika demanded that she be there, beginning to end, regardless. Takumi sat in a corner as Chika was getting her hair braided.
The feel of Aiko’s hands on Takumi’s waist had been breathtaking. The mouth that had suckled Takumi’s nipple was soft and gentle. The tongue that entered her hole had been magnificent. The way Aiko held on to her clit with her teeth was unbearably erotic. The orgasm that exploded from Takumi had been volatile.
Takumi couldn’t stop thinking of her time with Aiko. It had been way too short. She was looking forward to more private time with her new lover.
The snap of Chika’s fingers brought Takumi back to reality. She brought a hand mirror, as requested, and glided back over to the corner. The next few hours were spent dancing with Chika, pouring tea, and smiling at unsuspecting patrons. None of them knew who she was inside. None of them knew what she wanted.
She made it through the endless entertaining only because she was so well trained. She could flip the sleeve of her kimono to show her wrist without batting an eye. She could dance and play instruments while she dreamed of lying with Aiko once more.
At the end of the evening Chika asked where her mind had been, but Takumi just smiled and feigned exhaustion. Chika sent her home to rest and went inside to retire. Takumi knew that Chika was not merely being nice; she was meeting a friend down by the water. Takumi wished her luck and happiness. She thought everyone should have someone to love.
Madam offered to help Takumi undress, but Aiko appeared and Madam went off to chat with a patron. Takumi, with the assistance of Aiko, undressed slowly and carefully. Aiko folded the kimono and placed the wig and sandals where they went.
Takumi understood that they had the entire evening ahead of them, but what about tomorrow? What about next week? Next month? Aiko shushed her questioning look by putting her finger upon Takumi’s lips and lightly kissing her cheek.
“I love you, Takumi. I always have and I always will.”
Looking into Aiko’s eyes gave Takumi strength. She knew for certain that Aiko did love her. Takumi loved her also. They’d started out as friends and now they were lovers. She was so glad that Aiko had made the first move.
“Come with me, my love. I want to show you something.”
The two girls slipped out of the okiya in nightclothes.
“What if we’re caught, Aiko? Surely Madam will beat the both of us.”
“We aren’t going far. Hold my hand and stay close to me.”
They only snuck past a few houses before Aiko stood still. She looked all around her, then tiptoed toward an old building. Many years ago it had been some sort of religious building.
“This is it. Remember, don’t let go of my hand.”
She led Takumi up the stone steps and opened the old wooden doors that squeaked from nonuse.
“We’ll stay here tonight.”
“Stay? Here? We can’t. Madam will kill us when she finds out we left the okiya. We have to get back. My mother will kill me. I can’t dishonor her.”
“Trust me.”