Honey Flava

Aiko rolled back the bench that Takumi was sitting on and looked into her eyes. “Do not move. Your makeup will mess up. We won’t have time to repair it, Takumi.”

“Of course I won’t move. I’ll just rest my eyes for a few moments until it is time to dress. Please come back in about fifteen minutes.”

Takumi let her eyes close and her mind drifted away. She heard the door close softly as Aiko departed.

Takumi’s mind rolled back to the day she had told her mother she was a lesbian. She still had the same wants and desires. Staying here had not changed that. If anything, it had enhanced her needs and wishes.

Her mother didn’t know that she’d never actually been with another female. She wanted it so badly. She dreamed of being held in another woman’s arms. She dreamed of kissing and touching and loving. It was ironic that she was here being trained as a geisha for men.

She saw more of the female form here than she ever would have back home. Alas, she had no hope of finding fulfillment here. These women were looking for a danna, someone to support them. Takumi was looking for no such thing.

Thinking of all of the female forms she had been privy to got Takumi excited. Her head tilted back slightly as she cupped her breasts in her hands and pushed them together. Her index fingers stretched out to twirl around her nipples. All of the blood in her body rushed into the tan mounds of flesh between her fingers. Her breasts felt heavy as she manipulated them. She loved grinding them together. She wanted so badly to take her nipple into her mouth and suck it hard. She loved flicking her small nipples with the tip of her tongue until they grew stiff. Her makeup made that task impossible.

Her fingertips ran down, beneath her breasts, to her hips. She drew circles with her palms around her stomach and belly button. She sucked on one finger, then circled her belly button once again.

Her thumbs flipped up, as she bent forward, to brush her nipples. Bending her hands back the other way, she traveled slowly over the flesh of her hips and the tops of her thighs. Mmmmmm, every nerve ending in her body was alert. Her thighs parted slightly and she ran her fingernails up and down her knees.

Soft moans escaped her lips. Her right hand cupped her curly, dark mound. The moisture beneath her palm only excited her more. Her pinkie finger and thumb entered her flesh at the same time. Her thumb was circling her clit as her pinkie darted in and out of her tunnel.

Too excited to slow down, Takumi made a rod with her four fingers and dipped them straight into her. Clear, slick dampness enclosed each of her fingers. She dipped up the succulence and lapped at it with her tongue. Oh, how she wished it were the wetness of another girl.

Another delving between her legs produced enough liquid to smear all over her nipples and in the valley between her breasts. She thought again of how she wanted to suck the drying mustiness from her skin. Takumi pulled her legs back and pointed her feet into the air.

She opened her eyes, for the first time, to gaze at herself in the mirror. Watching her image only made her that much more excited. She fixed her eyes upon the mirror…and saw Aiko, standing right behind her.

Her mouth fell open and she gaped at Aiko.

Before she could speak, Aiko rubbed the tops of her shoulders and reassured her in a soothing voice, “You are so beautiful, Takumi. Let me lick your luscious juices from your nipples. Let me dart my tongue deeply into your most inner parts. Let me make love to you. I wish to be your first.”

Takumi was astounded. She was also tense from the inevitable syrupy release that was soon to come. Her eyes rose up and looked into her friend’s eyes.

“Please, I would like that.”

Aiko removed the straps on her dress and it fell to the floor. She rubbed her own breasts together as Takumi watched in the mirror. Aiko bent her head forward and took her nipple into her delicate mouth.

Takumi ran the palm of her hand back and forth between her damp center and her own bursting breasts. Aiko was lighter-skinned than her, which made her nipples a creamy pink. Oh, how Takumi wished to taste those nipples between the folds of her tongue.

Aiko leisurely sucked her own nipple as she came around to stand in front of Takumi, who was still seated.

“Remember, Takumi, you cannot move, your makeup will be ruined.”

Aiko sat across Takumi’s knees and settled her mouth in front of the ashy, brown nipple. Takumi couldn’t believe what was happening. Her very first sexual experience was going to be with a woman whom she already cared about. Nothing could be more perfect.

Aiko’s teeth scraped just slightly across the tan flesh of Takumi’s right breast as she pulled a nipple into her mouth. Takumi clenched her pelvic muscles and felt a tingling ripple engulf her entire body. She reached for Aiko, but her hands were moved away.

“Takumi, you must remember your makeup.”

Aiko gently took Takumi’s hands and clasped them together beneath the bench as she pushed her into a horizontal position. She reached for a black, silk kimono belt and tied it firmly around Takumi’s hands.

“Now you shall not be tempted to ruin all of my hard work.”

Takumi felt more alive and aroused somehow knowing that she had no control whatsoever. She closed her eyes and delighted in the feel of the long, moist muscle making its way down past her ribs and into her belly button.

“Please, Aiko, let me feel your tongue between my legs. Lap at my juices and then kiss me.”

Her lover did not disappoint her. Her tongue stood out straighter and harder than any penis ever could have. It dove into the center of her being and caused her whole body to gasp as she rose up off the bench. Takumi knew that if her hands hadn’t been tied, holding her body to the bench, she would be on the ceiling at this very moment.

Takumi’s hips swayed to the rhythm of her lover’s lips. She felt her backside being pinched as every liquid in her entire body gushed out between her thighs. Stars, lightning, fireworks, nuclear explosions…nothing could describe the moment when she experienced her first real orgasm. It was nothing like when she masturbated; oh, God, it was so much more!