A simple haven of peace to express my creative ideas in total freedom, without imposed limits or censorship - Sexy fanfics dedicated to Jurina & Rena Matsui from SKE48
Jurina se convenció a sí misma que estaba de pie enfrente del bar para aliviar el estrés de su agitado día. Observando las letras rojas de neón sobre la puerta, Acceptance, miró de vuelta hacia la oscura calle. Hombres y mujeres dejaban los edificios de oficinas, regresando a casa después del trabajo. Caminando erguidamente ataviados en sus uniformes negros, algunos entrando al metro, mientras que otros esperaban por sus autobuses. Ya sea escuchando música por sus audífonos, o con su mirada clavada en sus teléfonos. Nada en sus rostros dejaba ver el frenético ritmo de vida en Tokio.
Jurina convinced herself she stood in front of the bar to relieve the stress of her hectic day. Staring at the red neon letters above the door, Acceptance, she glanced back towards the darkening street. Salary men and women left office buildings, going back home after work. Strutting around dressed up to the nines in their black uniforms, some joined the subway, while others waited for their bus. Whether listening to music coming from their headphones, or their gaze riveted to their phone. Nothing on their face let transpire the frenetic pace of life in Tokyo.
Jurina’s fingers clutched her briefcase. Go back to her apartment and call it a day: that’s precisely what she should do. Forget about the foolish thought of passing that door. Returning her attention to the flashy red letters, she swallowed the lump in her throat. How often did her steps slow down when she passed in front of this bar? How many times had she paused a moment too long and considered entering, before quickly changing her mind and resume her walk?
Jurina closed her eyes, trying to force herself to move along and erase the inappropriate ideas flooding her mind. If she had resisted the temptation on dozens of occasions, she could do it once more. Against all common sense, a newfound determination swept through her. Taking off her wedding band, she slipped it in her vest pocket and marched forward, entering the Acceptance bar.
A funky, upbeat music welcomed her, her arrival prompting a few heads to turn around. She remained at the entrance, observing the place. On the left side of the room, was erected a stage, the instruments indicating that a band was expected to play. Around the stage were disposed velvet comfy chairs, a few occupied by customers. Between the stage and the first row of chairs, sufficient space had been left to dance. On the right side of the room, was the bar, some clients enjoying a drink at the counter, perched on a bar stool. The blue subdued lighting created a warm and cozy atmosphere.
On a Wednesday, it was far from full. By the number of people slowly approaching the stage, Jurina guessed the upcoming show was much anticipated and would attract a lot of attention. To complete her studying, she noted the bar was filled with women, without a single man in sight. She didn’t expect any less. After all, Acceptance was renowned for attracting a specific type of clientele.
Forcing her legs to move, she walked towards the bar, and took a seat on one of the elevated black stools. Placing her hands on the wood counter, her eyes rested on the empty space on her ring finger. Jurina felt a pang of guilt, and reconsidered her presence. This was wrong; she shouldn’t be here. She glanced over her shoulder in the direction of the front door. The female bartender was busy attending another customer. There was still time to change her mind and leave unnoticed.
“Hi, you’re new? I’ve never seen you here.”
Jurina swung her head to her left, where the feminine voice came from. A few stools away was sitting a woman in her thirties. Long, dark hair fell around her shoulders and down her back. Jet black mascara outlined her eyelashes. She wore a white sleeveless top, a mini red full skirt, along with a pair of blue sandals. Jurina felt ill-at-ease in her black salary woman outfit. Her black vest, buttoned over a white shirt, and her black pair of trousers, contrasted sharply with the woman’s relaxed appearance.
A gentle smile played across the woman’s lips, highlighted by a subtle, pale pink lipstick.
Jurina caught herself staring at her lips a moment too long.
“Yes, it’s my first time,” Jurina replied. She looked away. Jurina wasn’t a shy person. She was outgoing, and had no difficulty to engage in casual conversations with friends or coworkers. People praised her good nature. When a party was organized, she never refused. So why was she acting so distant? Another peek at her absent ring reminded her of her immoral intentions. She hadn’t only come to this place to empty her head after a long, exhausting day. She was in search of something else.
“May I join you?”
Jurina glanced back at her, and nodded her head in agreement. A smile of pleasure plastered the woman’s features. She moved to sit next to her.
“You haven’t ordered. What would you like to drink?”
Jurina’s attention fell onto the half-filled tulip glass in front of the stranger. “What are you drinking?”
“Sun and the Moon. It’s a mix of pineapple, melon and cranberry. It has a sweet taste, but it’s also alcoholic. It contains a lot of vodka.”
Jurina read between the lines; the woman was warning her against the possible effects the beverage could have on her. She was resistant to alcohol. Tonight, she wanted to forget about her problems. If this drink could help, it was what she needed.
“I’ll have the same,” Jurina replied.
The other woman expressed slight surprise, but didn’t say anything. She addressed the female bartender. “Akane. Can you serve the same to my friend?”
“Of course.” Jurina didn’t miss the curious look the bartender gave her, as if assessing her, before sending her a polite smile and preparing the drink.
“Do you come here often?” Jurina asked; it was impossible to ignore the familiarity between both women.
“Not that much, but the bartender is a good friend of mine. Who can say no to free drinks?” she said in a playful, joking tone. “I sometimes come on the weekend. Today is an exception. I had a long day at work, and needed to…” She trailed away, searching for her words. Her brow wrinkled with thoughts.
“Unwind?” Jurina offered.
“Yes.” The woman’s features softened; her lips curled into a smile. “Where are my manners. I didn’t introduce myself. My name is Rena.”
“Jurina.”
“Well, Jurina. Nice to meet you.” A drink was placed in front of Jurina, and she thanked the bartender. “I hope you’ll enjoy your drink.”
Jurina brought her glass to her lips, taking a sip. The woman was right; it contained a strong dose of alcohol. Despite it, she couldn’t resist taking another taste. It was different from what she was used to, but there was nothing wrong with trying something new. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the other woman watching her.
“I like it.” Jurina lowered her glass on the counter. “It has a sweet taste in the mouth. I might be tempted to take a few more.”
Rena let out a soft chuckle. “Yes, this cocktail can have this effect. I’m glad you like it. It’s my favorite.”
“I work in an advertising company. There are often tight deadlines to respect, and my days can be a little stressful,” Jurina said, marking a pause. A few women left the counter to approach the scene. The band had arrived. Jurina felt no desire to follow the gathering of people. Beside her, her companion had her gaze fixed on her, and was listening with attention. “What about you?”
“I’m an actress. At the moment, I’m playing in Central Hospital, a medical show that airs on TBS every Friday at 7 PM. You might have heard of it?”
“Well, I…” Jurina’s face clouded with slight embarrassment. “No, I’m sorry. I don’t watch a lot of TV.”
Rena’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “It’s alright, it’s a small part. I play the role of a lab technician. You wouldn’t have remembered me.”
“That’s hard to believe,” Jurina shook her head in disapproval. “I don’t see how anyone could forget a beautiful woman like you.”
Jurina tensed. Her heart beat increased. What on earth was she saying? She had blurted those words without thinking. She raised her glass, drinking hard.
Rena giggled. “Thank you for the compliment. So, you think I’m beautiful?”
Jurina returned her gaze to her, startled. The woman was teasing her. “I do.” The answer left her lips more naturally than she wished to admit. It had to be the alcohol speaking. She had already emptied her first glass. Deep down, she knew it was a false excuse. Her female companion was lovely, charming and attractive. Anyone with eyes could see that. It was impossible to not feel drawn to her.
Rena went back to her drink, looking pensive. Jurina feared she had gone too far. Had she been too straightforward? “Be careful, or I’ll believe you’re flirting with me.”
“I…” Jurina didn’t know what to say.
“I don’t mind,” Rena said; she laid her hand on top of Jurina’s. “After all, I’m the one who approached you.”
The contact sent her pulses racing. Jurina knew it was wrong to feel that way. Every fiber in her body warned her against it, what would happen if she pursued with this interaction and train of thoughts.
“I’ll take another one.” Rena signaled the bartender. “What about you? Do you want another drink, or…” she paused for a breath, letting slip a twinge of doubt through her mask of confidence. “Do you want to stop here?”
Jurina was at a cross path. Reason told her to put some distance between them and leave before it was too late. Another part of herself, the one that led her to push the door of that bar, was eager to discover what would follow. Before she could open her mouth to answer, her head had nodded her consent. The woman displayed the most captivating smile, one she found unable to resist.
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After the third drink, Jurina perceived the influence of alcohol on her system. It made her more open, talkative. In Rena’s presence, she didn’t see the time pass by. During two hours, they discussed various topics, from music, cooking and traveling. Never did they broach, as if a tacit agreement existed between them, any subject that touched their private life.
Their complicity made Jurina forget all about the late hour. Every opportunity was good for Rena to brush Jurina’s shoulder, or rest her hand upon her leg. Rena used the music as a pretense to lean over and speak against her ear, her lips touching her cheek too frequently to be an accident. Her rose perfume, that reached Jurina’s nostrils whenever she invaded her personal space, blended with the freshness of citrus scents, both soothing and intoxicating at the same time.
They were playing a dangerous game.
“This is my favorite song.” Rena’s attention was drawn by the ballad the band was singing. “Will you dance with me?”
The proposal set up a few alarms in Jurina’s head. “I-I’m not so much of a dancer…”
“Oh, come on.” Rena raised from the stool. She reached for her hand. “Everyone knows how to slow dance.”
Jurina didn’t have the opportunity to protest that she dragged her towards the stage. She stopped in the middle of the dancefloor, amidst the other couples of dancers, and threw her arms around her neck. Jurina’s heart hammered in her chest. She stood transfixed on the spot, unable to move, Rena’s body pressed against hers.
“You’re supposed to put your hands around my waist,” Rena murmured playfully to her ear. “Or people are going to look at us awkwardly.”
Jurina met her gaze, amusement flickering in the eyes that met hers. Jurina’s hands touched her waist, tentative, then slipped her arms around her. They moved in rhythm with the music, brushing the floor softly. Before Rena’s tender smile, Jurina let herself go. Little by little, the tension melted from her body and she slowly relaxed. When Rena buried her face against her shoulder, Jurina tightened her hold ever so slightly.
It was like time was suspended, and nothing else mattered but the two of them. Jurina didn’t pay attention to the lyrics of the song, or the other couples dancing. All she could focus on was the gorgeous woman in her arms, and the intimacy they shared. How was it possible to feel such a strong connection to someone she barely met? She shushed the little voice in her head telling her this was wrong. While the truth scared her, it was impossible to deny they were attracted to each other.
She could have danced with her all night.
Everything eventually comes to an end. In the background, the music faded, breaking the magic. Rena disentangled her arms from her neck. The band announced it was the last song, and the crowd dissipated. None of them made any move to leave. Rena’s lips were so close to hers; she could have easily stolen a kiss. Jurina felt a twinge of shame for letting such a thought cross her mind.
Rena took her hand, and lead them back to the bar. All along the way, Jurina tried to analyze what had transpired between them. Why had she let another woman get so close to her? Her actions were irrational. She should have left that bar hours ago. In fact, she shouldn’t even have passed that door in the first place. They regained their seat, both falling into an unusual silence.
Rena raised her glass to her lips, and Jurina mimicked her actions, trying to make sense of the situation. When she glanced back in Rena’s direction, she found her looking at her intently. Rena settled her drink back on the counter. Her hand found hers, linking their fingers together. “I’m going to the bathroom. Will you join me?”
Jurina’s heart raced at Rena’s suggestive smile.
She didn’t wait for an answer and left. Jurina followed her retreating form, not losing the implication of what she had offered. She reached for her drink, noticing how little was left of it, and emptied it down in one gulp. Her feet moved on their own volition. Before she realized it, she had pushed the bathroom door.
“I wasn’t sure you’d come.”
Rena waited on the other side of the room, her back leaned against the white, tiled bathroom wall. Jurina watched her expression of pleasure change to longing. She shuddered, and felt a burning need for her grow deep inside of her. She swept the place around, enough to acknowledge they were alone. Rena tore herself away from the wall and reduced the few meters separating them. Once in front of her, she wound her arms around her neck and drew Jurina’s mouth to hers.
“I’ve wanted you since you took a seat at the bar.”
The moment Rena’s lips made contact with hers, Jurina threw herself into that kiss. Rena’s lips parted and her mouth opened in invitation. That small invitation was all Jurina needed. Jurina pulled her close, and kissed her hungrily. The simple taste of her elicited reactions from her body that swept her away in their intensity.
Jurina could feel herself sliding towards that dangerous cliff. The cliff where the entire world gave way before her burning urges. Her hands wrapped around Rena’s waist, holding her steady. Rena never hesitated nor resisted. The more Jurina took, the more Rena gave, and she clung to her, Rena’s body pressed so closely against hers she could feel every supple curve moulding to her.
How long they stayed that way, drowning in the taste and touch of the other’s mouth, Jurina didn't know, and truly didn't care. Had it not been for the demands of their oxygen starved lungs, she might not have pulled her lips from her own. Rena was here in her arms, and Jurina was losing herself in the smell of her, the taste of her, the very feel of her soft, warm skin beneath her fingertips where they brushed her bare shoulders.
Her hands moved down her back, exploring, trying to slip underneath her white shirt. Their kisses turned more demanding, pressing. It was messy, urgent. When Jurina kissed her, she discovered she had more passion and fire within her than she ever imagined, for one luscious taste of Rena’s lips only left her hungrier for more.
“I needed that so badly,” Rena gasped.
“Me too,” Jurina confessed.
When Jurina’s mouth met hers again, Rena took control of the kiss, her tongue plundering the depths of her mouth and leaving her trembling with arousal and desire. Jurina drew back long enough to gaze at her with enough unbridled passion in her eyes, for the other woman to know they both wished the same thing.
Their kisses turned more passionate, none of them showing signs of wanting to stop. Jurina found herself pushed against the wall. She heard her vest falling on the ground, and a pair of hasty fingers unbuttoning her shirt. Next thing she knew, Rena’s palms were mapping her breasts through her bra, her nipples pulling tight under her ministrations.
“You’ll need that.”
The kiss was broken; Jurina dragged her heavy-lidded eyes open. Trying to figure out what she meant, she followed Rena’s actions. Detaching herself from her, Rena placed a coin in the wall machine, and retrieved the fallen condom. Surprise flashed in Jurina’s eyes. “H-How did you know?”
Rena gave her a malicious, knowing look. “You think I didn’t notice the bulge between your legs? It’s not a secret what kind of people come to this bar.”
Jurina was taken aback, speechless. “So, you have… with people like me?”
“I don’t have any preferences, but yes, a couple of times. Why?” She slipped the plastic bag into the front pocket of Jurina’s pants. “Isn’t it what you were looking for when you entered that bar?”
“I…” Jurina made no immediate reply, and considered for a moment. “I’m not sure what I was searching.”
Confusion crossed Rena’s features. “You wanted some company.” She lightly swept her tongue between Jurina’s lips, pressing her warm, soft lips to hers. “Am I wrong?”
“No, you’re not…” Jurina couldn’t deny it.
“Then, come in.”
Rena grabbed her by the shirt and pulled her into an empty toilet, shutting the door close behind them. Jurina didn’t know what she found the most frightening and enticing at the same time: that she wanted another woman so much, or that she was desired with equal hunger. Rena didn’t waste time to work on her pants, pulling them down, then pushed her down on the toilet seat. Jurina’s mouth went dry; her heart jolted. She watched in awe as Rena’s hand disappeared under her red full skirt and pulled off a pair of pink underwear, letting it fall on the floor.
She grew more excited as Rena hiked her skirt up and straddled her. Jurina helped her remove her white top from above her head, Rena tossing it aside, her pink bra following the same path. Jurina pulled her closer, and latched her lips onto hers. Her hands moved up so her thumbs touched the undersides of her exposed breasts. Jurina could feel Rena’s heartbeat, and she breathed more heavily by every second. With every breath, her breasts moved slightly and Jurina moved towards her nipples. She caressed them freely and fully, cupping one in each hand and rubbing each in a circular motion.
“D-Don’t make me wait.” Rena’s voice sounded husky, a little breathless. “I want you inside me.”
Jurina needed no further encouragement. Her hand reached between Rena’s legs, but was halted in her exploration. “There’s no need for any more foreplay.” Rena grabbed her wrist. “Trust me, I’m ready.” Jurina gently freed herself from her hold. She resumed her progress underneath Rena’s skirt, approaching the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Her fingers came in contact with damp folds. “See? Told you.” Rena smirked back at her. She hooked a finger on each side of Jurina’s boxers and inched them down, revealing Jurina’s manhood. Astonishment touched her face, followed by an amused smile.
Jurina felt slightly embarrassed.
She was as hard as stone.
Rena touched Jurina’s cheek and ran her thumb across her lips. She leaned forward, gently kissing her. “Do you want to put it on, or will I? What do you prefer?”
Through her frenzy mind, it took Jurina a few seconds to remember where Rena had placed the condom. Jurina retrieved it from her pants pocket, and tore it open, slipping the protection on over her erection. Rena took a moment to position herself, then reached between Jurina’s legs and guided her manhood into her. She lowered herself smoothly, gently, until Jurina held her completely inside her. Jurina gave a gasp of excitement as she felt the hot, moist clench of her muscles on her.
Rena began moving on top of her. She moved slowly, sliding out of her until only the tip remained inside then slowly thrusting back in again until she filled her completely. Each stroke made her whimper and moan slightly, her arms tightening around her. Rena continued her slow languid movements, holding her intense chocolate-eyed gaze with her own. They rocked together, two minds slowly merging to become one as their bodies melded until it was impossible for her to know which was her pleasure and which was hers.
She rocked rhythmically, back and forth, rising and falling, changing sometimes to a lewd circular sway. It drove them both crazy, if the hitches in their breathing were any indication. Jurina drew one of those tight nipples into her mouth. Gripping handfuls of her hair, Rena let out a sharp cry of pleasure. Jurina’s hands gripped Rena’s hips and grinded her down on her. Jurina sped up the tempo.
Hard and fast she pushed her down on her, her tongue moving in sync with her hips, encouraged by Rena’s rising passion, by the hands that clenched her back. Jurina sent her free hand down to where they were joined, teasing and coaxing her sensitive bud. Rena’s moans of pleasure encouraged her fiery plundering of her body. Jurina closed her eyes and let the pleasure radiate outward from where their bodies were joined. Jurina felt a pulling at her shaft in rhythm to their movement. It was the muscles inside Rena, caressing her. Jurina made a low sound in her throat.
“You can hold it. Just… a little longer.”
Jurina heard Rena’s whispering pleas, and she squeezed her eyes shut. She teetered on some brink of ecstasy, trembling on the edge just this side of sanity. Rena’s breath was coming faster now. They went on, moving in unison. Rena adjusted the angle to reach her most sensitive spot, far up inside her womb. That made Jurina’s eyes open. The physical pleasure could no longer be separated from the mental, and she felt them both rising to the edge toward the crest of ultimate pleasure.
Rena reached that pinnacle first. Gasping out Jurina’s name, she shuddered around her, her contractions clamping down on her shaft. Rena clung to her while her body shivered in the aftershocks. Jurina’s own release followed on the heels of hers. She lost all control and climaxed with her, riding the waves of pleasure.
When Jurina returned to herself, it was to the feeling of Rena’s fingers stroking her hair. A sensation of satisfaction drifted from her, a sated happiness and warmth that was intoxicating. Rena’s body still trembled from the force of her last orgasm and she shuddered as well. Breathing heavily, still buried deeply inside of her, Jurina dropped a trail of kisses down her neck, and on her shoulder.
Minute by minute, they came down from the euphoria but remained locked in each other’s arms. For the first time in more years Jurina could remember, she had finally experienced sexual pleasure again.
Jurina felt Rena backing slightly, and pressing her lips against hers. A smile pulled at her lips and she returned the kiss, almost wishing this moment could last forever. Eventually, Rena slowly removed herself from on top of her. She retrieved her fallen clothes from the floor, and readjusted them as best as she could. Jurina watched her moving towards the door, and she knew this was it. Her short, but memorable encounter with Rena was coming to an end. She turned around in her direction. “Thank you. I enjoyed it.”
Rena gave her one last lingering smile and unlocked the door. Jurina followed the sound of her footsteps drawing away, followed by the bathroom door opening and shutting close. Jurina was left alone with her thoughts. A one-night stand. It was all that it was. Once Jurina would have left that place, she would return to her daily life, and pretend that moment never occurred.
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Jurina dropped her keys in the ashtray, and hanged her vest on the coatrack. Removing her shoes in the entrance, she was careful not to make too much noise as she made her way inside the dark apartment. She stole a peek in the direction of the bedroom: the lights were off. Pushing the bathroom door, she removed her clothes, and entered the shower. A steady stream of warm water cascaded over her shoulders, washing away any physical trace of her misconduct.
Visions of Rena filled her mind. She had no intention of seeing her again. No clarification was needed for them to know what this nightly encounter was. But it didn’t mean Rena was someone easy to forget. She had made her feel something, on both an emotional and physical level, that she hadn’t felt in years.
Jurina made her way to the bedroom, slowly opening the door. Her gaze fell down on her wife, sleeping soundly in bed. The pang of guilt got bigger. She made her way towards her own side of the bed, and took a seat on the side of the bed, her back turned to the other woman while she put on her pajamas. She had to repeat herself again and again it was only a moment of weakness, to not let the shame consume her. Placing her wedding ring on the bedside table, she quietly slipped between the sheets.
The mattress shifted behind her.
“Did you stay at work late again?”
“Yes, I wanted to finish some paperwork.” Jurina bit down on her lower lip. It was the first time she lied to her wife.
“You can arrive at work later. Don’t forget we have a meeting at 11 AM with the board committee.”
“I won’t…” Jurina’s voice trailed away uneasily. “Thank you for reminding me. Goodnight, Sakura.”
“Goodnight.”
Behind her back, Jurina heard her wife falling back asleep. Jurina tried to do the same, but found herself wide awake. She stared at the wedding ring on the bedside table, reminder of the commitment she had made to the woman sleeping in bed with her. And the misdeed she had committed tonight for the first time. Jurina squeezed her eyes shut, wishing to erase from her mind once and for all any memory of Rena’s enchanting dark, brown eyes.
Hi! I just want to say that I'm a fan of your story Acceptance. I have read it a couple of times already and I must say that it's one of my favorite wmatsui stories. I have also read your one-shot story Journal of a Maid. You are one of my most admired writers and I will be patiently waiting for your other story For the Love of the Slave. I love the plot and it makes me so excited for it. Anyways, keep up the good work and I'll be waiting for your future works. 😊
Thank you very much for your kind words, anon. It makes me happy to know you enjoyed Acceptance so much! There are a few stories I wish to write in the future. For the Love of a Slave is one of them, but I also have at least two other plots in mind that I haven’t disclosed, and might also decide to write. At the moment, I’m quite busy updating other stories, but I do hope to write a new one here very soon!
Era el inicio del verano, y Jurina disfrutaba de la pequeña brisa acariciando su piel y soplando delicadamente a través de su cabello negro hasta los hombros mientras se apoyaba sobre el balcón del apartamento y recorría con la mirada las tranquilas calles de Tokio. A las 9 a.m., las personas eran pocas y distanciadas entre sí, y Jurina estaba agradecida por la placentera temperatura a esa temprana hora del día. Su atención se vio atrapada por una madre caminando de la mano con un pequeño niño, quien no podía tener más de cinco años, cuando se aproximaban al parque infantil cercano.
“The Blue Moon siempre está tan concurrido el fin de semana,” comentó Mayu asombrada, mientras inspeccionaba la sala principal del strip club. A las 11 p.m., todas las mesas estaban ocupadas por clientes masculinos, ya sea disfrutando unas cuantas bebidas mientras seguían los shows uno tras otro en el escenario principal, o entablando conversación y pasando tiempo de calidad con un stripper en su mesa. “¿Aún vienes cada semana?”
“Sí,” Jurina, que estaba sentada a su lado en el sofá rojo de piel, confirmó. “Pero es más para esperar por el final del turno de Rena, así podemos salir por unas bebidas.”
Esa noche de sábado, cuando Jurina había puesto un pie dentro de The Blue Moon, era por una desesperada necesidad de explicarse y pedir perdón de Rena. El ultimo par de meses, no había duda de que la stripper de 26 años y largo cabello negro había entrado en su vida de la manera más inesperada, provocando fuertes y nuevos sentimientos. Sí, Rena era sensacionalmente bella y tenía una personalidad magnética redoblada con una poderosa aura imposible de ignorar, pero lo que Jurina sentía por ella no se reducía solamente a simple atracción física como inicialmente quiso creer.
Esa mañana de sábado, cuando Mayu giró la llave en el cerrojo y dio un paso dentro de su apartamento, no necesito buscar demasiado por su compañera de piso, encontrando a Jurina estudiando y rodeada con libros de arquitectura en la sala. Mayu apenas había dejado las llaves en el vestíbulo cunado Jurina miró en su dirección, Mayu siendo sorprendida por la enojada mirada que la otra chica le estaba mandando.
Esta noche, algo definitivamente no estaba bien con ella.
Jurina sujetó la sábana de la cama y la levantó para cubrir su desnuda forma, un gruñido frustrado escapando de sus labios cuando miró impotente hacia el oscuro techo sobre su cabeza. El dormitorio instantáneamente había caído en quietud, solo el sonido de la suave respiración de Nana le recordaba que no estaba sola. La desnuda chica yaciendo a su lado no decía ni una sola palabra ni hacía un simple movimiento, aun así Jurina prácticamente podía sentir los ojos interrogantes de Nana sobre ella, evidentemente curiosa por descubrir las razones detrás de su inusual impotencia sexual.
Rena estaba esforzándose en mantener su mente concentrada en el show por empezar en el escenario, pero sus torpes dedos, se enredaban con su vestimenta sin cesar, revelando sus verdaderas emociones conforme estaba preparándose en el vestidor. Esa noche, no era el inminente show que la tenía tan anormalmente agitada. Sus primeras y nerviosas presentaciones en el escenario principal del strip club – cuando aún era una principiante – eran una memoria distante. Después de casi tres meses trabajando en The Blue Moon, Rena había adquirido la suficiente y necesaria experiencia. Bailar provocativamente y remover sus ropas frente a una audiencia llena de extraños no le causaba más la misma aprensión.
It was the beginning of Summer, and Jurina relished the small breeze caressing her skin and blowing delicately through her shoulder-length dark hair as she leaned over the apartment’s balcony and swept over the peaceful streets of Tokyo. At 9 a.m., people were few and far between, and Jurina was thankful for the pleasant temperature at this early time of the day. Her attention got drawn to a mother walking hand in hand with a little boy, who couldn’t have been more than 5 years old, as they approached the nearby children playground.
The child cheered and pulled onto his mother’s hand as he recognized one of his closest friends, the mother gently warning him to be careful as she let go and the two children reunited, soon climbing the playhouse together. Jurina couldn’t help but smile, finding the sight truly adorable, until her expression darkened. Letting out a deep sigh, she forced herself to look away.
She dropped her head into her hands, her fingers biting into her closed eyes as she warded off a flood of emotion. She refused to let her negative thoughts affect her once more. Lately, it had been happening quite often, and she wished it would stop. At the age of 26, she was at a stage of her life where she was at her happiest. Not only was she successful in her job, she also shared her everyday life with a girl that she loved.
So why couldn’t she rejoice in what she had? Jurina fluttered her eyes open and glanced up to the blue shiny sky above her head, beginning to think that it might be time to resign herself. Maybe this strong inner desire, that she had had within her for a while, was simply not meant for her after all. Jurina, deciding to return inside the apartment, leaned back from the balcony, before the sound of footsteps approaching caught her attention.
“What are you doing up so early?” A sweet, feminine voice murmured against her ear, and a pair of arms gently enveloped her from behind.
Jurina relaxed into the embrace, a smile returning to her face, before tilting her head in the direction of the long, dark-haired girl who had joined her side on the balcony. “I need to deliver a construction plan for Monday,” Jurina leaned closer, planting a kiss on her girlfriend’s lips. “I’m hoping to finish it by tonight.”
“Oh, so that’s what I saw on the table…” Rena nodded in understanding. “You’re working a lot lately. Please don’t tire yourself up.”
“I’m not,” Jurina assured, but knew by her girlfriend’s knowing look that she was far from convinced. “What about you?” she thought it wiser to change the topic of the conversation. “It’s Saturday, you don’t have to get up so early. Why don’t you go back to bed and sleep a little longer? You had a very long week.”
“Well I-” Rena cut herself off in mid-sentence, before adding. “I need… I need to go to the drugstore.”
Jurina’s brow furrowed and she studied her girlfriend’s appearance: she had indeed already swapped her night garment for a weekend casual outfit. “To the drugstore? Why? What’s wrong? Are you feeling sick?”
“No, I’m…” A flash of uncertainty crept into Rena’s face. “I won’t be long.” She pecked her on the cheek, and her mouth tugged into a reassuring smile. “Promise. Love you.”
“W-Wait.” Jurina didn’t have the opportunity to question her further. Before she had time to add a single word, Rena had turned on her heels and put her sneakers on, grabbed her keys and pulled the door shut behind her. Jurina stood on the spot, a little taken aback, her concern growing a notch at her girlfriend’s lack of proper reply. Was it a figment of her imagination, or Rena also looked slightly nervous?
For some reason, Jurina couldn’t shake off the feeling that Rena hadn’t been entirely honest with her. But why would she hide something from her? Brushing the ridiculous idea aside, Jurina stepped back inside the apartment and approached the table, observing the unfinished house plan waiting for her beside the laptop. She risked another glance at the front door, before shaking her troubled thoughts: she was probably reading too much into her girlfriend’s attitude. Drawing the chair towards her, she decided to focus back on the task at hand and engrossed herself into her work.
After graduating from the department of Urban Engineering of the University of Tokyo, she now worked as a junior architect for a renowned firm in the center of the capital. The work was extensive and she didn’t count the number of days she had to do extra hours to finish a project, whether during the week or on the weekend. But she knew it wouldn’t be the case eternally. Not only she was doing a job that she enjoyed, it was only a matter of months until she would officially become a senior member. The promotion would double her salary, give her the liberty to better choose her projects, as well as enable her to reduce her workload to a substantial level.
As for her relationship with Rena, they both lived together in a nice and cozy spacious three-room apartment in the center of the capital.
Two years ago, Rena had quit her job as a stripper to pursue her dream of becoming an actress. Her career had taken a serious turn when she had been chosen as lead actress of a small independent movie, which had taken all critics by surprise by its unexpected success. It had instantly propelled the new actress into the spotlights. Even though Rena had been through a few moments of hardship, doubts and self-questioning, she had never once given up on her dreams.
Every time Jurina listened to her girlfriend speaking about her job with such passion and enthusiasm, it made her inevitably smile, as she could tell she was truly happy and fulfilled in her work. It only served to reinforce her conviction that she had made the right decision by pushing Rena to pursue this career, when her girlfriend had one evening shared with her a dream she had repressed for so long.
In a couple of weeks, Rena would be ending the shooting of her latest drama. Their life was at a turning point and Jurina, as accomplished as she was in the professional field, knew that something was still missing to make her life more complete. As weeks had turned into months and her other dream showed no sign of being fulfilled, she ended up believing that maybe she was asking too much of the universe. She already had both a job and a girlfriend that she loved. Couldn’t it be enough?
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Jurina didn’t know how long she had been absorbed in her work when she got distracted by the sound of the front door opening. Curiosity got the best of her and she looked up, noticing the small white plastic bag secured in Rena’s hand. Despite the smile her girlfriend was offering, Jurina could tell something was off. If was true that Rena had looked more stressed than usual this week in particular, but Jurina hadn’t thought too much about it, putting it on the account of work. She knew her girlfriend was going through the finish line of her drama, and they had fallen a little behind schedule.
This morning, and despite the fact Rena didn’t have to go to work until Monday, she looked abnormally stressed out.
Jurina’s eyes followed her girlfriend’s every move while she removed her shoes and approached her direction, pausing a short instant to drop a kiss on the top of her head, before disappearing inside the bathroom. For a little while, Jurina stared at the bathroom door, finding herself caught in a dilemma. Her girlfriend’s personal attentions and previous reassuring words seemed to indicate that everything was fine, yet a few little details didn’t match, and couldn’t help but confuse her.
Jurina redirected her attention in front of her, wanting to believe that she was probably making a big deal out of nothing. As the seconds transformed into minutes and Rena still hadn’t reappeared, she found herself purely incapable of concentrating. It wasn’t right. Her girlfriend had now locked herself up in the bathroom for almost five minutes. Refusing to stay in the dark any longer, Jurina left her work momentarily aside, and walked towards the bathroom door. “Is everything alright?”
“Y-Yes, I’m fine.” Came the feeble answer across the door.
“Can I come in?” Jurina insisted, not liking the insecurity in her voice, only to receive a gentle yet polite rejection from the other side.
Jurina waited by the doorframe, unsettled, before retracing her steps back to the chair. As she took another seat in front of the house plan, her gaze fell once, then twice, onto the closed bathroom door, before trying to empty her mind. Pencil in hand, she checked the client’s demands one by one, ticking the ones she had already fulfilled, before adding another requested room to the plan. Today, she was determined to finish, wishing to use the rest of the weekend to spend quality time with her girlfriend.
The sound of the bathroom door opening reached her, followed by soft footsteps, her girlfriend’s arms enveloping her and gently pulling her into a side hug the next moment. “How are you progressing?” Her voice was soft and showed genuine interest, yet Jurina couldn’t help but perceive the light tremble behind her words.
“I’m halfway through. I’m drawing the office room,” Jurina answered, wishing nothing more but to take a look at her girlfriend. After her strange behavior all morning, she needed to make sure that everything was alright. Unfortunately, her plan was disrupted when Rena pulled away and turned her back on her, taking a peek at her unfinished work on the table.
“Oh, I see…” Rena’s voice trailed off, her fingers roaming over the model plan. “But there’s no children room.”
Her very last words had been uttered in a barely inaudible whisper, yet Jurina managed to catch them. A momentarily look of discomfort crossed her face. “No, my client is single. He didn’t…” She dropped her head slightly and cleared her throat, hating the way her voice sounded so weak and fragile as she spoke. “He didn’t want any.”
From her peripheral vision, Jurina noticed her girlfriend turning around, yet she didn’t dare to meet her gaze, refusing to let her witness the sorrow she knew was now spreading across her face. When Rena gently climbed on top of her lap and buried her nose against the crook of her neck, Jurina found herself slightly caught off guard. “I love you, Jurina. I love you so much.”
“I love you too,” Jurina didn’t wait to return the words of affection, growing once more concerned at Rena’s small crackling voice.
Placing her pencil back on the table, she wrapped her arms around her girlfriend’s waist, holding her closely, desiring more than ever to get a grasp of the situation. She waited patiently, hoping, expecting her girlfriend would admit what was troubling her. Yet, as the seconds went by, only silence greeted her. Wishing to get to the bottom of the problem, Jurina extricated herself from her arms gently and laid her hand on the side of Rena’s cheek, turning her face towards her.
She was taken aback at the suspicious prickling behind Rena’s eyes. “What are you not telling me? You are sick, aren’t you?”
“N-No, I’m not,” Rena presented her a stick. “I’m pregnant.”
Jurina felt as if her breath was cut off. For a long moment, her mind refused to register the significance of her words. “W-What? Are you… Are you sure?”
“I am. I did the test three times,” Rena said, her smile alive with affection and delight. “When I didn’t have my period on Monday, I thought it might be it, but I needed to wait until today to do the test.”
Jurina stared back at her in shock, realization slowly crossing her features. “So that’s why you went to the drugstore? Why… Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I didn’t want to give you false hopes, in case it came out negative again. After everything we’ve been through these last six months, I had…” Rena paused for a breath, and brushed her lips against Jurina’s forehead in a kiss. “I needed to be sure before telling you. I needed to.”
Jurina opened her mouth to speak, only to have words desperately failing her. Her gaze dropped once more to the Clearblue stick in front of her, and the characteristic vertical line in the middle. When the revelation sank in, her heart leaped, and a feeling of pure happiness swept through her chest. “Y-You’re pregnant…”
When Jurina had shared with Rena her dream of having a child, it had not been without a certain apprehension. She didn’t know if her girlfriend was ready to have a child, or even if she desired to have any. To her greatest relief, Rena hadn’t been shy to confess sharing the same mutual desire. Just like her, she had hesitated to broach the subject, waiting for the right opportunity. If anything, she was fully aware how much Jurina had suffered from her physical difference, and Rena feared she might be opposed to the idea of bringing another human being into this world.
Jurina had understood her legitimate reserve and quickly reassured her: she was ready to take that next important step and wanted to have a family with her.
Following their mutual and well-thought decision, they had tried to conceive a child for six months, without success. Jurina’s initial hope of building a family had progressively turned into despair after every single failed attempt. As the weeks transformed into months, and Rena showed no close sign of being pregnant, Jurina ended up convincing herself that she had to be at the bottom of the problem. Her physical difference, one that had taken her so many years to stop calling an abnormality and accept as an intrinsic part of herself, might very likely be the reason why she wasn’t in capacity of giving Rena a child.
Jurina’s eyes moistened; she breathed a silent prayer of gratitude. This time, it was real. The moments of anguish were over. Her dream had come true: she was going to have a child. With Rena. “I’m so happy.” Tears of pleasure found their way to her eyes. “We need…” Her voice shook, and she had to stop and work out her words, pulling her girlfriend back into her arms. “We need to celebrate this!”
A soft giggle erupted against her ear and Jurina tightened her hold, her heart pounding an erratic rhythm. Her lips found their way to the nape of Rena’s neck and her kiss seared a path down her girlfriend’s neck then her shoulders, before Rena cupped her chin and she raised her mouth to hers, meeting hers halfway for a long passionate kiss.
“We’re going to have a child,” Rena whispered against her mouth, and cupped her face with both hands. “And we should definitely celebrate.”
Jurina’s ears perked at the playful note in her tone and gazed back at her. Rena’s eyes sparkled with delight, her glowing smile contained a new sensuous flame. When Rena kissed her fully on the lips and her fingers trailed down her to her waist, playing with the waistband of her shorts, Jurina’s face alit with malicious amusement. She observed her girlfriend as she slowly climbed off her lap and stepped backwards, stopping when her back touched the edge of the table.
Jurina’s wrist was caught in a gentle grasp, and she raised herself from the chair at the invitation, her lips getting reacquainted with her girlfriend’s soft, warm ones as she kissed her lingeringly on the mouth. Their tongues danced together in silent melody, Jurina drinking in the sweetness of the kiss. The look on Rena’s face mingled eagerness and tenderness, and she pushed away her papers and laptop, before she seized Rena’s hips and sat her on the table.
Jurina’s lips slowly descended to meet hers, and she slipped several tender words inside her girlfriend’s ear, her heart drumming noisily inside her chest. She spread her legs apart, the tears still trembling on her eyelids as she placed herself between her legs. When Rena’s hand pulled out her length from her shorts and slowly began to stroke it up and down, a groan escaped Jurina’s lips in pleasure. Jurina tugged at the hem of her girlfriend’s tee-shirt, slipping it past and over her head. She planted a series of gentle kisses down her jaw and shoulders, while her palms glided over her naked back.
Jurina’s dexterous fingers unclasped Rena’s bra with ease, the black lingerie falling by the side of the table. She enveloped her freed breasts with her hands, gently massaging, worshipping them, revealing in the sweet moans escaping Rena’s lips in response. Her fingers skimmed her torso, moving lower, past her pants, and crept beneath the lace barrier of her panties. Her finger comb through the pubic hair, and touched her deliberately, tenderly, reverently. She stimulated her sensitive bundle of nerves, before slipping her fingers between her private folds, caressing her intimate parts.
She pressed another kiss to Rena’s lips, before she tugged at her pants and pulled them all the way down, Rena’s matching black underwear following the same path. Jurina paused to take in her glorious nakedness, Rena awaiting her next action with an expression full of love and expectancy. Jurina cradled her face between her hands, treasuring the sweet tenderness of her lips, before placing the tip of her length against her wetness. She pushed inside, inch by inch. She let her girlfriend accommodate to the intrusion, patiently, before slowly thrusting back and forth inside her.
Their lips gently brushed against each other, Rena wrapping her arms around her neck while she gently penetrated her lover. There was no haste in their lovemaking. Just the mutual desire to plenty savor and enjoy the moment. Jurina trailed a series of kisses down her jaw, then her neck, before capturing her lips. Jurina gradually put more strength into her hips, and pushed farther and faster into her. She pumped her hips back and forth inside her, taking time to fully enjoy the sticky sensation of her walls around her.
At the slight increase of pace, Rena’s arms closed tightly around her. Jurina buried her face against the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent, breathing a kiss here. Her mouth moved upwards and grazed her earlobe, gently teasing it with her teeth. Her girlfriend’s uneven breathing as she moved back and forth faster inside her was sweet music to her ears. She withdrew from the embrace to watch the play of emotions on Rena’s face, drawing in a slow, steady smile of happiness when Rena’s mouth curved with tenderness.
This morning, it wasn’t about lust, but the simple, natural need to physically express their mutual happiness.
“We’re going to be a family,” Jurina’s heart danced with excitement, feeling another surge of delight. “I’m happy, I’m so happy.”
Between each word, she planted kisses on Rena’s shoulder, neck and face, complying when her girlfriend cupped her chin and drew her lips towards hers. They shared a kiss full of passion, Jurina’s chest warming up when Rena reiterated her love for her. There was another sting of tears behind her eyes and a lump in her throat as Jurina rejoiced in the happiness she had found within Rena’s arms. Her unbelievable luck of having crossed her path. Rena wasn’t merely a beautiful girl and a great lover, she was also a caring, patient and understanding partner.
Jurina’s member grew larger as the pleasure seeping into her body strengthened, an indicator of her excitement. Jurina was desperately trying to resist the urge to come, but her trembling around her was undeniable. A chill was beginning to settle around her hips, pushing her towards her climax. Rena’s intermittent moans… In that moment, Rena clamped down around her, their connection hot with pleasure. The heat of semen coiled around her member, letting her know her climax was coming.
As Rena’s body shivered in orgasm, she followed hard, suppressing a groan against her shoulder as she came and filled Rena’s insides. Her body shook, and bucked with the convulsive jolts of ecstasy, enjoying the pleasure of the orgasm-induced endorphins that lingered. After a little while, when her beating heart had slowed down enough, she lifted her head, witnessing the soft and loving curve touching Rena’s mouth. Rena brought their lips together for a gentle kiss and Jurina embraced her back, floating in the aftermath of their lovemaking.
It had taken her so much time to let someone in and accept her own physical difference. After spending more than three years by Rena’s side, and recognizing the strong and stable status of their relationship, Jurina knew she had found her person. Rena’s daily presence in her life made her the happiest person alive, and she was the only one she wished to spend the rest of her life with.
Here you will find my adult fanfics dedicated to Jurina & Rena Matsui from SKE48.
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From the outside, she was a girl with shoulder-length black hair, a bit boyish by the way she dressed and behaved, but nevertheless an 18 years old Japanese girl. However, there was one aspect of her that differenced her from other girls drastically. It wasn’t that she always found herself more attracted to girls than boys - and this from an early age - it was something else that made her entirely different from the other girls of her age.
Rena, a frail and innocent 23-year-old slave, is propelled into a new world when she is chosen as personal servant of the 25-year-old domina of a wealthy Roman family, the mature and self-confident Jurina.
While she’s doing her best to fit in this new household and fulfill obediently her role of servant, Rena soon finds herself irresistibly drawn to her domina’s magnetic personality, and having unexpected and forbidden feelings for her. As she struggles with those new emotions and desires submerging her, Rena gets reminded of her fragile condition as a slave when she is confronted to the dominant and authoritative personnality of Tiberius, her mistress’s older brother and also master of the family.
“The Blue Moon is always so crowded on the weekend,” Mayu commented in amazement, as she swept over the main room of the strip club. At 11 p.m., all the tables were occupied by male customers, either enjoying a few drinks while following the shows coming one after another on the main stage, or engaged in a conversation and spending quality time with a stripper at their personal table. “Do you still come every week?”
“I do,” Jurina, who was sitting by her side on the red, leather sofa, confirmed. “But it’s mostly to wait for the end of Rena’s shift, so we can go out for a drink after.”
“I see,” Mayu nodded pensively, taking a sip of her mojito. “Speaking of which, where is your girlfriend? I don’t see her around. Or maybe she’s upstairs with a client?”
“No, she’s currently out of town,” Jurina answered, bringing her own beer to her lips. “She’ll be back on Monday.”
Mayu blinked. “Out of town? On your birthday?”
“A friend of hers who lives in Kyoto apparently called her this morning,” Jurina said, watching distractedly the very feminine and attractive 23-year-old stripper named Jonishi, one of the club’s rising stars, arriving on the main stage to perform her show. “This friend has some personal problems and needed a shoulder to lean on, so Rena went to visit her for the weekend.”
Mayu placed her drink back on the table, and studied her friend attentively. “I’m surprised. You seem to take it fine.”
“Why wouldn’t I?” Jurina glanced back at her, before noticing her best friend’s puzzlement. “Alright, yes, maybe it’s not exactly how I had imagined spending my birthday,” she acknowledged with a tentative smile. “But from what Rena told me, it’s a very good friend of hers, and she promised we would celebrate my birthday when she comes back. How can I hold it against her for wanting to help a friend in need? If it were for you, I know I would do the same thing.”
“Yes, you definitely are a very understanding girlfriend,” Mayu murmured in disbelief, before adding on a lighter tone. “But well, as much as I’m sure you didn’t especially want to be stuck with me, today is your 23rd birthday, and I want you to have fun!”
“What are you saying?” Jurina chuckled softly. “I’m very happy to be with you tonight. You’re my best friend, and we’ve been celebrating our birthdays every year together, so there was no way I would break the tradition. But wait, is this why you brought us here? Because you thought Rena would be here too?”
Mayu opened her mouth to speak, but she didn’t have time to answer that a familiar long-brown haired waitress approached the two friends’ table. “Hello Jurina, I guess happy birthday is in order?”
“How did you…?” Jurina’s lips parted in a gasp, before turning around and staring suspiciously at her female companion. “Did you tell her?”
“Wait, no! I didn’t say anything!” Mayu protested at once, holding up her hands in the air defensively.
“No, she didn’t tell me anything,” the waitress said, entertained by the two friends’ little banter. “Rena told me about it a few days ago, and that’s actually why I’m here,” Anna explained, continuing when she noticed Jurina’s confusion. “As today is a very special occasion, the manager is giving you, one of our best customers, a private session, free on the house.”
Jurina was stunned by the revelation. “Oh, thank you, it’s very nice, but…” she answered, then added, a little embarrassedly. “But I don’t think… I think it’s best if I pass.”
“Hey, why?” Mayu jumped in the conversation. “Today is your birthday. I’m sure Rena would want you to enjoy yourself.”
“Probably,” Jurina cleared her throat nervously. “But I’m not sure she would like the idea of me receiving a lap dance from another girl.”
“Who’s going to tell her?” Mayu quipped, narrowing her eyes at her playfully. “I’m certainly not. Are you? What about you, Ishida-san?”
“No, really,” Jurina didn’t wait for the waitress’s reply, and shifted in her seat uneasily. “I’m really not comfortable with the idea of hiding something from her. And if she ever comes to hear about it… I don’t know how she will react.”
“Oh, come on. You’re not doing anything wrong,” Mayu scoffed. “I guess it will only be a short and inoffensive strip show, right?” she looked over to the waitress questioningly, receiving a nod of confirmation in reply. “See? In ten minutes, it will be over. I know you by heart, Jurina. Nevermind how nonchalant you’re trying to sound about it, I can tell you’re missing badly your girlfriend right now. That’s why I’m convinced a little distraction will help you get your mind off things, and do you some good.”
Jurina didn’t try to argue: her best friend had seen right through her. Even if she refused to admit it out loud, and was truly spending a good time in Mayu’s company as always, she was disappointed that Rena hadn’t been able to join them on such an important day. Jurina let out a small despondent sigh, frustrated not only by Mayu’s clairvoyance, but also her slightly annoying insistence on the subject.
Jurina’s eyes darted between her best friend and the waitress waiting by the table, feeling torn about her next course of action. For some odd reason, both of them looked on the same page and didn’t seem to see the slightest problem. So why did the prospect of receiving a private show from another girl just didn’t quite bode well with her? Without doubt, it was a nice and generous gift, one she would never have expected from the manager. Another time, she wouldn’t have hesitated. Yet, she found it difficult to shut down that inner voice telling her that it wouldn’t be appropriate to accept.
“To be perfectly honest…” the waitress spoke up hesitantly, interrupting her train of thoughts. “I don’t think the manager will take a refusal very well. The room has been booked and prepared to your attention, and the stripper should already be waiting for you. But if you’re having second thoughts and you want to stop the session midway, just tell her. She won’t get offended and will understand.”
Jurina buried her face in her hands and groaned: the waitress had raised a valid point that she had completely overlooked until now. Not only it went against social conventions to reject a present given to you, it could also be seen as rude and offending. Besides, Anna was entirely right: nothing was forcing her to go through with it, if she didn’t enjoy herself or simply felt like leaving.
“You’re right…” Jurina conceded, much reluctantly. A part of her didn’t feel entirely at ease with the concept, but it didn’t look like she had much choice on the matter. Jurina gave Mayu another peek, naively waiting for support, only to witness the strange smile of satisfaction spread all over her face. Jurina frowned at that, before deducing it was just Mayu’s way of showing that she was quite proud of herself, understanding she had won this little debate between them.
Standing up from the sofa, Jurina turned towards her best friend. “I’m really sorry about leaving,” she said apologetically. “I’ll be back soon. I promise.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me,” Mayu assured, brushing off her concern. “Take all the time you need. I’ll keep myself occupied in the meantime.”
“All the time I need?” Jurina exclaimed, taken aback. “Mayu, I’ll be back in ten minutes. Probably even less. I’m still not even sure I will go through with this.”
“Yes, yes. What are you still doing here?” Mayu joked with feigned annoyance, giving the younger girl’s arm a light push. “Go and enjoy your birthday present, before the girl gets fed up of waiting and leaves the room.”
An involuntarily smile moved to Jurina’s lips at her best friend’s silliness and she gave her one last solid look to make sure Mayu was not faking it, but it seemed she was truly fine with this last-minute arrangement. With a sigh, she turned on her heels and followed the waitress as she guided them through the bustling and noisy main room, and up the staircase leading towards the VIP rooms.
“We’ve arrived,” the waitress informed, when they stopped in front of the door of the private room n°1. “And remember, if you don’t feel comfortable, you can leave at any moment. That said, knowing the girl especially chosen for the occasion, I’m confident you’ll have a great time.”
Jurina noticed that the waitress was doing her best to sound reassuring, and she mustered her best smile, giving her a thankful nod in return. When Anna turned the handle and invited her in, she took a step forward inside. As the door closed behind her, Jurina stood at the entrance and let her eyes get accustomed to the characteristic dim, orange light, while she refamiliarized herself with the place.
The private room n°1, also nicknamed the mirror room, was especially famous for its large standing mirrors decorating the walls circling the sofa. This specificity made it one of the most booked private rooms of the club. It granted clients a unique experience, offering them the chance to enjoy the strips shows from every angle as the mirrors made it impossible to miss out a single detail of the girls’ performances.
Jurina’s gaze landed on the armchair, then on the table and the sofa, seeing that a couple of beers and snacks had been placed and disposed to her attention. Jurina was pleasantly surprised to note that, from the brand of beers to the choice of edamame, it happened to be her favorite. She was forced to concede that the manager had surpassed all her expectations. Most visibly, he had truly done everything in his power to make that special occasion a memorable experience for her.
A soft, delicate tune was playing in the air and, for a moment, Jurina wondered which girl had been chosen to perform the show, now feeling a little stupid for not questioning the waitress about it. Jurina did her best to suppress her apprehension, mingled with her disappointment at the reminder that it would never be satisfying enough anyway, as it wouldn’t be the person she longed to see the most tonight.
But after all, Mayu was right: Jurina tried to cheer herself up. Today was her 23rd birthday, and she shouldn’t feel gloomy all evening. Much as she was conscious a lap dance would never entertain her as much as it was supposed to, maybe it would still manage to do the trick and distract her for a little while.
Jurina went to grab a bottle of Kirin and took a few good sips of her drink, before approaching and slumping into the armchair. While waiting for the stripper to arrive, she found it a little curious that she wasn’t already present as Anna had previously stated. Taking a deep breath, she shut her eyes close, trying to ease up to the soothing music and the numbing effects of her second bottle of alcohol.
When the ballad was put to an abrupt halt and changed into a more sensual music, Jurina straightened in her seat, grasping that she wasn’t alone anymore. Fluttering her eyes open, she didn’t have the chance to catch a glimpse of the stripper that she sensed a presence behind her, before feeling a blindfold covering her eyes. The gesture caught her off guard and her body stiffened. When the new presence carefully attached the blindfold at the back of her head, Jurina felt destabilized by the unusual and strange set up.
Deprived from her vision, Jurina felt fingers slowly brushing her shoulder, then trailing down her arm, before lips planted taunting little kisses along her cheek. The bold, sensual moves only served to increase her confusion, fully conscious that the current performance went beyond what a stripper typically offered during a lap dance. But most of all, Jurina asked herself why the stripper was staying so abnormally quiet, and hadn’t officially announced her presence as it was customary.
To complete the picture, the feminine, unknown presence didn’t even wait for her approval to place herself on top of her and start brushing her body against hers from behind, dancing and grinding against her groin along the rhythm of the music.
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up,
Ooh baby, now let’s down tonight
Jurina’s heart beat rapidly. Much as she refused to believe in this eventuality, realization dawned on her that only three strippers would know exactly the right place to touch her and stimulate her. When the first one had left the club more than a year ago for Osaka, the second was currently away for the weekend, which didn’t leave much option when it came to the identity of the girl performing this provocative lap dance.
Nana.
It had to be her.
But why would Nana partake in such a ploy? Jurina found herself torn between surprise, incomprehension, and a sensation of growing unease. Three months ago, when Nana had joined her table to say her final goodbyes, she seemed to have understood well that their little arrangement was over, and they wouldn’t meet under such circumstances anymore. Of course, Nana kept working at the strip club, and it wasn’t rare that their paths would occasionally cross. However, since she and Rena began officially dating, never had the other stripper made a move on her, limiting herself each time to a gentle smile, and a few polite words of greeting and acknowledgment.
Rena’s conflictual relationship with the other stripper had thankfully improved. Any previous animosity coming from Rena’s side had quickly dissipated when the misunderstanding had been cleared up. Now, their interactions within the club happened to be nothing but respectful and cordial. Nevertheless, Jurina was positively certain that her girlfriend would not take it lightly if she ever came to learn the identity of the stripper in charge of delivering her birthday present.
Jurina was doing her best to not let her body be affected by the stripper’s constant rubbing against her pants, but knew she was failing badly. Her crotch was far too responsive, and already beginning to harden. Sensing the danger of the situation, Jurina realized she ought to put an end to this lap dance before it went too far.
“W-Wait, who are you?” Jurina’s voice trembled without her consent; she seized the stripper by the hips to prevent her from continuing.
The stripper ceased moving and Jurina held her breath in anticipation, dreading the answer. To her greatest astonishment, her question received no reply and only a deep, prolonged silence greeted her, which only serve to increase her apprehension. Refusing to stay in the dark any longer, both literally and figuratively, she didn’t hesitate to reach out for the knot of the blindfold, well determined to unravel the truth, only to be stopped midway by a hand catching hers.
The weight on top of her was removed and relief swept through her, convinced to have put a definitive end to this far too daring strip show, only to feel the stripper straddling her lap and facing her the following moment. Fingers tenderly traced the line of her cheekbone and Jurina tensed in reaction, before lips were fully pressed to her own. Stunned by the unexpected intimate gesture, Jurina quickly broke the kiss and grabbed the stripper by the shoulders, gently, yet firmly pushing her back. “Nana! What do you think you’re doing?”
Her indignation owed her a laugh of bewilderment. “Nana?! Wait, you thought I was her all this time?”
Breath caught in her lungs and words stayed stuck in Jurina’s mouth at the familiar voice. When her lips were captured once more in a kiss, Jurina didn’t oppose any resistance yet her lips grew still, paralyzed with shock. When their mouths eventually parted and she felt a light caress on her check, Jurina tentatively extended her arms to the body facing her. She blindly reached for the girl’s sides, her hands patting, exploring, working their way up the feminine form.
Jurina began with the long skirt she was wearing, and that fell down to her knees. She then proceeded higher, encountering a long-sleeved vest, loosely closed at the front by two buttons, and covering what looked like a blouse. Her fingers traveled upwards the vest, finding a short tie around her neck, until at last, she reached for the girl’s face. She touched her chin, her cheek, then her nose, having a hard time taking in her discovery as her fingers glided over the distinctive face of her girlfriend.
“I heard today is someone’s birthday,” A slow, seductive voice murmured inside her ear. “And if you want to get your gift, then you’ll need to behave like a good girl and not remove your blindfold until I tell you so.”
Despite all the evidence laying in front of her, it took Jurina a good moment to come out of her stupor. “R-Rena? What are you doing here?”
“Oh, come on,” A soft, amused giggle reached her. “You really believed I would leave you on your own for your birthday?”
“But I…” Jurina fumbled with her words.
Jurina made a second attempt to remove the piece of fabric hindering her sight, wishing to confirm with her very own eyes what she now knew to be true, only to have her hand brushed away. “What did I say? No peeking.”
Jurina detected the playfulness behind the reprimand, telling her the other girl was visibly determined to have it her way. When their lips connected once more, Jurina fully came back to her senses and returned the kiss, snaking her arms around the stripper’s waist. The kiss deepened, and she momentarily put aside the multitude of questions piling up in her head to enjoy her girlfriend’s unexpected presence, trying to convey with every kiss how much it filled her with happiness.
Soon enough, her hands refused to stay idle and began to travel up her lover’s body, getting more impatient to unwrap her present. She reached behind Rena’s back and sneaked a hand beneath the hem of her vest, burning for a more direct physical contact, while the other hand moved towards the front. It was an easy task to get rid of the remaining buttons and open the vest. With her next objective in mind, she began to work on the piece of clothing preventing her from getting full access to Rena’s chest, removing the buttons of her blouse one after the other, until a hand closed around her wrist.
“Someone is showing some impatience tonight,” Rena let out disapprovingly. “Alright. No more touching for now.”
“Eh?!” Jurina protested, but could tell by Rena’s small teasing tone that the older girl wasn’t truly upset and visibly had something specific in mind for tonight. A resigned, yet curious smile moved to her lips as she obliged to her girlfriend’s request. She withdrew her hands and let them rest over the armchair. She decided to play along, finding herself more than impatient and eager to discover what her girlfriend had prepared for this special evening.
The instant she had settled back in her seat, Rena resumed dancing over her. Every now and then, she pressed herself against her and rubbed her hips against her crotch. Jurina let out a pleased groan, aware of the gradual change in the tempo of her own breathing. She couldn’t hide the fact that she was enjoying the frictions, even less when the stripper increased the pace of her moves little by little, and the grinding became more frequent, each time more insistent on her midsection.
And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it’s such a rush
Helps to relive my mind and it’s good for us
Jurina could feel her excitement escalating, the tantalizing music and explicit lyrics playing in the background not helping in the least in calming her ardor. Each new attack on her crotch only served to arouse her even more, stirring her sexual desire. Jurina’s fingers itched, fighting against the urge to touch, to pull her lover closer, and at the same time the will to keep following the rules Rena had settled.
“Rena,” Jurina breathed, hardly recognizing the note of desperation in her voice. “I want to touch you.”
Jurina could literally feel her girlfriend smiling into the kiss as the latter moved forward and brought their mouths together. Rena parted her lips, and she took it as an invitation, her tongue moving into her mouth, possessing, exploring the recesses of her mouth. At the same time, she felt Rena taking hold of her hand and guiding it towards her hips, feeling the fabric of her skirt beneath her palm. Rena encouraged her hand to slip underneath her skirt and she followed her guidance. Jurina was surprised to realize that she wasn’t wearing any underwear, and an immediate heat rushed to her groin.
She was pushed to further explore, and she didn’t need to be asked twice. Her fingertips came in contact with Rena’s nether regions and she skimmed over her damp skin, before sliding a finger between her folds. She traced her, the plumpness on the outside, the delicate ridges on the inside, feeling up her wetness. When she touched her most sensitive spot, she rejoiced in the moan of pleasure it elicited. She massaged, squeezed the vulnerable bud before pushing a finger inside her.
Rena leaned her body slightly forward, and Jurina pressed her finger inside her, filling her, giving her time to get used to the intrusion. The action was slow and smooth, feeling her inner walls clench around her with each stroke. The girl writhing on top of her closed her arms around her neck tightly, and Jurina basked in the lewd sounds escaping Rena’s parted, trembling lips. She continued pushing deep inside her, compelled to keep on and give her even more pleasure.
Jurina added a second digit and pumped her fingers inside her soft core, while teasing her clit with her thumb. She began moving faster, deeper, loving the little jerks of Rena’s body at the motion, when she was abruptly put to a halt by Rena’s hand gripping her wrist. Jurina was slightly taken aback, even more when the other girl extirped her fingers from her insides and removed it from underneath her skirt, placing it back on her hip. Jurina was about to open her mouth to voice her confusion, when she felt Rena closing the distance between them to kiss her.
“Slow down…” Jurina heard the rasping pant of Rena’s breath against her lips. “There’s not rush. We have plenty of time.”
Following those words, Rena placed her palm over the zipper of her pants and started to move it up and down her midsection. Jurina muffled a groan of pleasure, feeling her crotch responding at once. Jurina relaxed and relished the stimulation as Rena lightly, expertly, stroked the length through the fabric of her jeans. The friction was giving her so intense pleasure, that Jurina could tell it wouldn’t take long until her sensitive member would be begging for a more direct attention. As if her girlfriend had read through her mind, her pants got unbuttoned, and the zipper pulled all the way down.
“I see someone is getting hard,” Rena said lewdly. “But let’s see if I can make you even harder.”
Jurina groaned low in her throat: the simple thought of her girlfriend staring at her hardening member only managed to turn her on even more.
Rena parted the front of her pants, releasing the hardened crotch from the opening. Jurina felt her erection being slowly and gently enveloped by Rena’s hand, before beginning to pull up and down her sex. Her hand followed a strategic pace, neither too slow, nor too fast. Enough to excite her, yet not too strong to avoid bringing her over the edge too soon. Her girlfriend’s intention was clearly to prolong the sexual experience as long as possible. Rena kept stroking slowly back and forth, circling her length with her fingers, repeating the process again and again.
Jurina could feel her sexual arousal growing with every stroke, and she couldn’t suppress any longer the burning need to turn the pleasure mutual. She knew Rena was more than ready for the next step. She had already slipped inside her private folds, witnessed her incredible moisture as she had plunged her fingers and moved inside her. Rena suddenly retracted her hand from her shaft, Jurina hearing a packet being ripped open before shuddering with anticipation when Rena placed a condom at the head of her shaft.
Three months ago, when their relationship took a more serious turn and they became a couple, Rena began to take the pill on a daily basis. Nevertheless, Jurina was conscious that there were certain places in which they couldn’t afford not to use another form of protection, such as when they weren’t in the comfort of their own apartments, or decided to enjoy more than a simple, innocent cuddle in one of the club’s private rooms.
Jurina never minded it, quite the contrary, as her girlfriend seemed to have taken a certain liking in handling the matter personally. Under other circumstances, the process could be viewed as an awkward moment. However, when Rena was concerned, she always made sure to render the technical, but necessary process, as casual as possible, incorporating it into foreplay and turning it quite sexy and entertaining.
Once it was rolled all the way down, Jurina leaned forward to assault Rena’s lips without further delay. She took her mouth in a fierce kiss, letting her tongue tease, tempt, and possess hers. She descended to leave a trail of wet kisses down her jaw, then the soft skin of her neck, Rena’s moans of pleasure only heightening her need for her. With determination, her hands worked once more on her girlfriend’s blouse, wishing to get rid of those last remaining buttons once and for all. She didn’t have time to finish that Rena had gently pushed her back in the armchair.
“Don’t worry, your time will come,” Rena said in a husky whisper. Her hand slid down and caressed the side of her face, until her thumb rubbed over her bottom lip. “But for now, I’m in charge.”
Rena’s commanding tone sent heat coursing in her veins. It wasn’t the first time they engaged in some erotic fantasy play, and she willingly confessed that she always had a soft spot for her girlfriend’s sexy dominant side. As decided as she was to reverse the roles later on, she complied, feeling Rena taking another grasp of her firm shaft. While she placed her free hand flat on Jurina’s shoulder and used it as leverage to push herself up, she guided with the other her erection towards her wet entrance.
Jurina sucked in her breath as she felt Rena’s hot flesh enveloping her as she impaled herself on the bulbous head. The stripper descended progressively, her wanton walls stretching to accommodate to her size, trapping her sex. As she inched deeper inside her, Rena slowly began to move and they both gasped simultaneously, as the thrills of Rena’s riding sent electricity surging through both of them.
Jurina threw her head back in the armchair and groaned in pleasure, letting her girlfriend set the pace. She first started to move slowly, up and down, Jurina sensing her member pulsating with pleasure as it reacquainted itself with her girlfriend’s insides. The more Rena raised and lowered herself over her, the more Jurina felt her slippery walls welcoming the familiar intrusion, getting fully accustomed to her hardness.
Soon enough, Rena increased the speed and tempo, allowing for a deeper penetration as she bounced faster up and down her shaft. The more Rena leaned forward, the better was the friction, and Jurina couldn’t help but grasp Rena’s hips. She guided her, her fingertips kneading the tops of her buttock cheeks, helping her lover push up and down. She accompanied every movement of her hips, following Rena’s rhythm as she rode her harder, drawing her deeper with each thrust.
“Rena…” Jurina rasped out, and for a few seconds, she thought she would be unable to finish her sentence. “Let me… Let me see you.” At this point, she didn’t care if she sounded close to begging. Until now, her lack of vision had forced her to rely on her other senses, which had been far from unpleasant. It had pushed her to pay more attention to every contact, every little sensation, and she knew she would definitely want to renew the experience another time. But now, she wanted to be able to marvel at her girlfriend’s beauty and plunge her gaze deep inside Rena’s. Witness the lust shimmering in her small brown orbs while she was making love to her.
Rena slowed down her rapid thrusts and reached behind Jurina’s head, accessing the knot and detaching the blindfold, the dark, silky fabric falling on the floor. Her sight recovered, Jurina blinked a few times to get used again to the dim, orange light surrounding them, before fixating her gaze on the girl on top of her. There was an unmistakable gleam in Rena’s eyes: one that betrayed her craving for more, that expressed how she was equally possessed with desire.
At this stage of their relationship, Jurina could say that they had a healthy and active sex life. These last three months, Jurina’s longing for the tantalizing and mesmerizing creature before her, one that she was now proud to call her girlfriend, had never wavered once. It didn’t need much effort on Rena’s behalf to fire her up, and the latter had also been a fast learner when it came to the sexual aspect of their relationship. After a first few weeks of experimenting and mutual listening, she now easily remembered the most efficient ways to give her pleasure.
Jurina’s gaze traveled down her girlfriend’s outfit with interest. Earlier her, she had only been capable to guess and feel it up with her hands. Even if it was not uncommon of her girlfriend to spice up their sex life by wearing titillating sexy lingerie, never had she seen the costume she was currently wearing. The dark red, long-sleeved jacket. The white blouse underneath, only closed by two remaining buttons. The plaid, red skirt, matching the pattern and color of the vest. The black long stockings going all the way up to her knees, and which she had previously missed during her blind exploration. And finally, the small black tie loosely tied around Rena’s neck.
Jurina immediately thought that it was a high school uniform, until a more careful studying of the costume made her realize that it looked far too elaborated to be correct. Jurina made a mental note to ask Rena about it later, extremely curious to know why she had come up with such an original idea of cosplay for her birthday surprise. She lifted her gaze to meet her eyes, only to find an amused, knowing look plastered over Rena’s face.
“It looks like you enjoy the outfit,” Rena spoke huskily.
“Well, I…” Jurina was momentarily at a loss for words. Until now, she was convinced to not be into that kind of kinks, yet the feeling of her member hardening even more at the view told a whole different story. She extended her hand to Rena’s blouse, refusing to be stopped until she had finally got rid of those last annoying buttons. When she reached her objective, she slowly parted each side of her blouse, only to find herself greatly entertained when she saw that she wasn’t wearing any bra. “Yes, I do. But I see that the costume didn’t come with any underwear?”
“No, it didn’t,” Rena replied cheekily. “Does it bother you?”
“On the contrary…” The corners of Jurina’s mouth tugged into a mischievous expression. She took time and pleasure in admiring Rena’s fully exposed chest. “There’s a certain…” She covered her breasts with her hands, gently touching, fondling them. “Practicality to the concept.”
Jurina replaced her hands with her mouth, enveloping one breast, tasting, teasing the sensitive bud with her lips. Refusing to leave the other one unintended very long, she switched to cup the other nipple, caress it, before gently suckling on it with her teeth. She thrilled at the soft mews of pleasure passing Rena’s lips, and the rushing heat flushing her skin wherever she touched. She felt Rena combing her fingers through her hair, inciting her with a light pressure to indulge further in her ministrations. Jurina more than happily obliged, not stopping until they swelled and hardened under her hands and mouth.
She left the heaven of her breasts and raised her mouth to hers, greedily seizing her mouth with her own, well decided to turn the situation to her advantage. Pulling the stripper’s body tight against her, she slid her hands down her hips and grabbed her buttocks, lifting them both up from the armchair. Immediately in response, Rena’s arms tightly closed around her neck for support and her legs hooked around her waist.
Jurina sought her mouth with her own, kissing her devouringly as she led them backwards in the room, until Rena’s back was pressed to a wall. Facing each other, Jurina used the wall as a brace before raising Rena’s leg and wrapping it by her side. Once she made sure their position was secured, she didn’t wait to start thrusting into her. Jurina held Rena’s leg firmly in place as she slapped their flesh together, thrusting her member deep inside her as she covered Rena’s mouth with her lips. She pushed inside and slammed against her in hard, firm motions. With each thrust of her hips, Rena’s exposed breast swayed lasciviously, enflaming Jurina’s lust.
Her member scraping against Rena’s walls made the older girl let out shrill moans that echoed throughout the private room. As if spurred on by her own moans of pleasure, Rena’s walls suddenly squeezed around her length, sending pleasure shooting through Jurina’s brain. Rena’s body was squeezing greedily around her. The lewd splashes echoing through the VIP room with just the two of them inside stimulated her desires, pushing her excitement higher. Rena was begging her to continue, and she obliged to her wishes, pumping her hips back and forth inside her.
Jurina thrusted her sex into her faster, dedicating herself to the effort of wringing even sweeter moans out from her lover, desperately indulging in Rena as long as she could. Jurina couldn’t stop, not when she was feeling so good. She bent slightly her knees for better access and more vertical thrusting. Every time their flesh slapped together, Jurina pulled right back until she had almost slipped out of her, rhythmically repeating these actions. The soft sensation sent more blood rushing to her sex, filling her with more heat.
“The sofa,” Rena said through ragged breathing.
It took a few seconds for Jurina’s pleasured-muddled mind to determine the meaning of her words, until it finally hit her. As Jurina turned her face to look at her, the playful glint in Rena’s eyes sent another shudder of desire rippling through her. She claimed her waiting lips, stroking the inside of her mouth with a fervency that made her girlfriend shake, before pulling them both off the wall and leading them to the sofa.
Rena was the first to move onto the sofa and get on her knees, her back straight, Jurina understanding the invitation when she glanced back at her over the shoulder with a lascivious look. The provocation made her go wild, and she couldn’t quiet any longer her need to ravish her and bring her to the brink of orgasm. She climbed on the sofa and stood on her knees behind her, opening them to welcome Rena’s legs between hers. With Rena’s back nestled tightly to her chest, Jurina slipped an arm around her waist and sought her girlfriend’s lips, smothering her moan as they exchanged a lingering, languid kiss.
Jurina placed her member at the wet entrance and prodded against her, before pushing inside and past her slick folds. As she began to thrust inside her at a steady rhythm, Rena hugged back her neck with one hand, giving access to her breasts. Jurina seized the opportunity and cupped her breasts, tweaking the sensitive buds, sending shockwaves of pleasure to her already sensitized nerves.
Jurina kept Rena’s body pressed against her front while she penetrated her again and again, her gaze landing on the mirror opposite the sofa. It was the secret testimony of their love making, reflecting the arousing sight of their bodies melting into each other. Their eyes met across the mirror and held onto each other, witnessing the mutual lust. For a long moment, Jurina watched the pleasure mixed with lust shining in Rena’s small brown orbs, proud to be the one capable of eliciting such strong, raw emotions within her.
Jurina nuzzled Rena’s neck and stole her another kiss when she tilted her head in her direction, before slipping her hand below her waist. She titillated the bundle of nerves with her fingers, stimulating her sensitive zone, while paying careful attention to the subtle change in Rena’s breathing and the way her body reacted. By now, Rena’s moans were louder and more frequent, and she pounded inside her faster, harder, knowing that she was close to bring her over the edge.
Her internal walls gathered closer and closer together, until they clamped down hard on her shaft, squeezing her tight. As Rena let out a cry of ecstasy, she held her girlfriend tight. She followed through the mirror the scene, as Rena spasmed around her length and bucked in her arms. As Rena’s body shivered in orgasm, Jurina felt her throbbing member pulsating. She knew there was no time left. The moment her instincts told her that, Jurina rammed inside of her, pushing her tip to Rena’s cervix.
Jurina growled against the crook of Rena’s neck and shuddered as she came inside her long and hard. It poured from every physical part of her, and also from her heart and soul, her body wrenching in pleasure and release. She kept Rena’s body pressed against hers, making shallow thrusts through her own climax. When her orgasm finally started to ebb and her vision became less hazy, Jurina lifted her head, seeing the pleasure and naked emotion in Rena’s eyes reflected through the mirror.
Jurina’s chest heaved with strained breaths and she stayed buried inside her, carelessly resting her head on her shoulder, before pulling both their bodies to lie down on the sofa. She gathered her lover in her arms, listening to the sound of her own heart beating erratically. For a while, they laid there, spent, lost in the aftermath of their passion, until Rena turned around in the embrace to face her.
“I didn’t know you were into idols.” Jurina felt the caress of Rena’s breath against her cheek as she spoke hoarsely. “Why didn’t you tell me before? We could have done that kind of roleplay.”
Jurina, her mind still a little foggy from the pleasurable sexual experience, took a moment to process her question. “Because I’m not…”
“Oh, come on. You seemed so fascinated by the outfit,” Rena laughed tiredly, tangling her fingers in her hair. She guided her lips, connecting their mouth in a possessive kiss. “Don’t lie to me, Jurina.”
“I…” Jurina chewed on her lower lip, trying to put a word on a behavior she couldn’t quite describe herself. “So, this is an idol outfit?”
“It is.” By the dubious look her girlfriend was giving her, it wasn’t hard to tell that she clearly wasn’t believing her on the subject.
“I don’t think I have any particular interest in idols…” she ran her fingers down the length of Rena’s back, her fingers thrumming in a restless caress. “But I definitely do have a thing for the girl wearing the costume.”
There was a sudden mischievous twinkle in Rena’s eyes. “I think I’ll still keep that outfit preciously. For any future potential use.”
Jurina laughed and pressed another kiss to her lips, before stiffening when she suddenly remembered that someone was waiting for her in the main room. “Wait, Mayu. She will be wondering what’s taking me so long.”
“Don’t worry about it. She left the club the moment you entered this room,” Rena’s eyes gleamed with wry amusement.
Jurina shot her girlfriend an incredulous look. “Wait. This was a whole set up, wasn’t it? There was no friend in need,” A flash of realization crossed her face. “And Mayu knew that you would be here today? There was no on the house birthday gift, even Anna knew. Everyone knew but me, is that it?”
“I’m really sorry for lying to you this morning about leaving,” Rena chuckled softly. “But if I had told you the truth, it would have ruined the surprise I had prepared for you.”
“Well, it definitely worked. I really wasn’t expecting that,” Jurina said truthfully, amazed. “I loved it. I love you.”
“After what we just did? I bet you do,” Rena smirked, with almost insolent confidence.
“You know it’s not just about that,” Jurina shook her head softly, and swallowed around a suspiciously sentimental-feeling lump in her throat. “Nothing has ever been the same since you entered my life. You make me feel accepted. You make me happy. I know it’s only been three months, but I want you to know that I’m really serious about us.”
Rena’s gaze softened, and she stroke her cheek. “I know, I was only teasing you. I want to be with you too. I know that you sometimes still feel a little insecure, and you’re afraid I might feel uncomfortable about this situation, about us. But I want you to know that it’s not the case and I love you too.”
“I believe you,” Jurina let out a soft sigh of happiness, immediately relaxing under her girlfriend’s loving words and sweet caresses.
“By the way, this room is booked for an hour,” Rena casually slipped inside her ear, nibbling playfully on her earlobe.
“A full hour? Really?” Jurina found her interest piqued.
“Absolutely,” Rena purred, sensuously caressing her arm. “So, I think we should take advantage of it to enjoy a few drinks and snacks, then after…”
“After?” Jurina’s brow rose.
“Well, it’s your birthday,” Rena murmured seductively, slowly descending her hand down her body, until it arrived and stopped above her crotch. “And I’m at your full disposal as long as you wish.”
Jurina swallowed thickly, knowing her body craved again for her promising touch when her length twitched against Rena’s hand. It had taken her a certain time to gain confidence in herself when it came to sharing not only her life with someone, but also when it came to the physical aspect of a stable relationship. Thanks to Rena’s love, patience and understanding, she had realized that she was fully capable of giving pleasure to a partner, and also grown able to better accept her difference.
Cuando Jurina dejo el apartamento y tomó el metro para ir al The Blue Moon, no podía evitar reflexionar una vez más sobre la complicada naturaleza de su relación con Rena. Después de lo que había ocurrido el fin de semana previo en la habitación VIP, era obvio que otra peligrosa línea había sido cruzada. ¿Y pasaba con el hecho de que aun podía sentir la sensación de la suave piel de Rena bajo la punta de sus dedos, y recordar distintivamente los explícitos sonidos escapando de los temblorosos labios de la stripper cuando le había hecho el amor?
I saw the summary for "for the love of a slave" and I'm really excited to read it, do you plan to make it a long fic or something short? btw I love all of your fics thank you for writing them :)
Hi!
This future fic is still in project, so I don’t have any precise idea yet when it comes to the number of chapters. That said, I know I have enough material to make it at least as long as Acceptance.
Love your work and still waiting patiently for Acceptance Chapter 13 & Epilogue. Keep up the good work! And i know that one day your writing will bring something good to you
Thank you anon!
Your kind words really touched me.
Chapter 13 is on the way and will be coming up very soon ;)
Hey there! I just want to say that I'm a huge fan of yours. you did an awesome job in writing Acceptance and I'm always looking forward to the next chapter. Keep up the good work and I will always be patiently waiting for the next update. :)
Hi!
It’s nice of you to send this message Anon! It’s not always easy to know if a story appeals to people if they stay silent, so I appreciate you taking time to tell me that you enjoyed my writing and my fiction. I know this story is a little atypical, so I didn’t know how well it would be received, but I tried my best to broach the subject with tact and gentleness, and show all my love for those characters. Unfortunately, this story is now nearing its end (as I guess the ending of chapter 12 somehow indicated), and there are 2 chapters left.
