Synopsis: You can’t help as you gazed your wife, Akanen, sleep soundly, remembering your college days, creating a pleasant moment in the calm dawn.
Your relationship with Akanen dates back to college, when the bond of friendship grew into something more. You and Akanen were inseparable, sharing dreams, secrets, and laughter that rang through your college's hallways. Life appeared to be simple, and the future appeared bright.
However, as graduation approached, your lives separated in unexpected directions. Circumstances forced you to study in another country, while Akanen left on a journey in another. The separation meant the beginning of a new chapter, putting your relationship to the test.
Akanen bravely revealed her feelings before parting ways, revealing that she liked you. It was a confession that rang out across the years, a whisper of a sentiment that hinted at much greater. Yet, as you embarked on your college journey, you expressed the need to focus on your studies, temporarily diverting the course of your connection.
"I like you," Akanen said, her eyes soft and vulnerable.
"I want to give my studies my full attention," you said, the weight of your decision evident.
Akanen, realising the importance of distance, vowed to wait for you. As a result, you both accepted the challenges that lay ahead with a shared devotion to your separate interests.
As the years unfolded, the distance did little to dampen the warmth of your friendship. You communicated across time zones via emails, phone calls, and occasional visits. Akanen's unwavering support became a regular reminder of the significant bond that stretched across miles
Life took an unexpected turn after successfully negotiating the obstacles of college life. Akanen arrived at your flat door, propelled by a love that had stood the test of time. As Akanen fearlessly asked to court you, the surprise was welcomed with a mix of shock, joy, and a hint of nervousness.
The shift from friendship to courting signified the beginning of a new chapter in your lives. Akanen's presence brought many changes, some expected, others unexpected. The courting was a dance of shared moments, secret looks, and the eventual reveal of a love that had built gradually over time.
The courtship ended with a decision that would influence your futures: marriage. The dedication to one another resulted in a blending of lives, dreams, and aspirations. The journey, marked by shared laughter and a few tears, had brought you to the magnificent present, where you found yourself staring at Akanen in the early morning hours.
Akanen's eyes fluttered open as the sun rose, and a sweet grin touched her lips. She pulled you in closer, the warmth of her touch providing proof to the love that had connected you. "Why are you awake, my love?" she asked her drowsiness in her voice adding to her charm.
The talk flowed easily, full of humour and warmth. The love that had endured years of separation found expression in shared glances, whispered confessions, and the sheer delight of being together.
"I love you," you said, unable to suppress your feelings.
Akanen's laughter turned into a sweet laugh. "I love you, my darling." Please try to sleep more for me now. I know you had a hard, exhausting day at work yesterday because you came late, so you deserve some rest."
But the love that filled the room appeared to outweigh the need for rest. The moments became a celebration—a celebration of the years that had led up to this point, of overcoming hurdles, and of the undying love that had stood the test of time.
"I can't help it," you admitted, gently drawing designs on her arm. "Seeing you asleep like this makes me want to cherish every moment."
Akanen's eyes softened, and her fingers found solace in the strands of your hair. "You're such a morning person."
As you exchanged loving words, the space turned into a sanctuary—a haven where time seemed to stop and the past, present, and future blended into a magnificent tapestry of love. The serenity of the early morning was only equaled by the love that you and Akanen shared.
The topic went off into memories, dreams, and the complexities of daily life. Every word, every glance, and every shared silence became a witness to a love that had matured, deepened, and changed over the course of a lifetime.
The journey that began with a connection formed in the halls of college now found expression in the stillness of early dawn. The laughter, love, and warmth that filled the room promised many more sunrises and shared experiences in the days ahead.
You couldn't help but wonder at the remarkable journey that had brought you to this beautiful morning as you closed your eyes, ready to slip back into a deep slumber. The love you and Akanen had was more than simply a story about two people; it was a symphony that rang out across the years, a tune that promised to last a lifetime.
Your office job had gone completely remote. With no more long hours spent commuting, you suddenly had a lot of free time. You visited a lot of cafes and browsed department stores. But nothing beats your favorite, the library. After spending your entire first paycheck in Kinokuniya and surviving on instant ramen for a month you had learned your lesson. So, off to the library you were. After browsing particularly every section you headed down with a bag full of books. Before you left, you decided to take a look at all the posters and announcements. Maybe there was a workshop or something you could join, to kill your free time. Nothing really peaked your interest, not the language cafes or music classes. And other activities were aimed at kids or retired people. Something caught your eye, it was an ad for a babysitter.
You had babysat and your high school years and you enjoyed it. You thought about it for some time weihting the pros and cons in your head. You were never really sure if you wanted children. Sometimes you were absolutely certain that would never be able to raise a child. Then you sort of convince yourself that you would be a good mother. You have the qualities and sometimes you had the urge. So what better way to figure out if you were really cut out for parents but by well parenting. So you call the number at the bottom of the leaflet and arranged an interview. In the phone call you made a sure to disclose your hours, your previous experience and babysitting and even the general area where you live so you know how likely you were to being picked. The cheerful mother said how excited she was to meet you, even noting how there weren't many respondents to her and she was happy to get anyone.
So when the day came you dressed in a plain outfit and showed up at the address. You were greeted by a young-looking woman with a child in her hand. Did that family have two children and an older sister who was busy with studies or something that couldn't take care of the baby? Your jaw almost hit the floor when she introduced herself as the baby's mother. She was so beautiful and breathtaking. Getting lost in her eyes, you almost miss what she even said to you which was not a good start, but thankfully she repeated herself. Then she welcomed you and made sure you sat at a nicely decorated table with some tea. As you got to talking, you wished that all interviews were like this. You ended up being praised for wanting to take on this job and Akanen was even more joyous when she heard you were volunteering to do this for free.
"I make more than enough as is. Plus I'm sure that you would want to stay with the baby as much as you can and this is basically breaking your heart so I can't cause you more pain by taking money from you." you can see it in her mannerisms that she was a little bit hesitant to leave her child with you even though she knew that you were qualified.
"It is. I used to love my job so much and I thought that nothing would make me more happy than dancing but ever since I have the little one, it's been so hard to go back." Akanen replied.
"Pardon me if this is a rude question, but would I have to also talk to the baby's father about the job or" you trailed off.
"I had it by myself. You see I went abroad and used a donor, just like in my favorite book."
"Breasts and eggs?" you both said at the same time. After a bit of giggles and some more conversations about literature, you were hired. And that's how you ended up working for Akanen. Not only was she a good mother she was also a good boss. For your first visit, she laid out the whole feeding and sleeping schedule, as well as emergency contacts and the dance studio where she was teaching at. You do good and you have fun. The only tip you got was to read to the baby, since she enjoyed it.
So you did. But even with a slow tempo and the silly voices, you had run though the children's books quite fast. With Akanen's permission you started reading her personal library out loud. There were English books. Japanese books. Classics. The latest paperbacks. Then you noticed a book wedged behind the rest, almost hidden. Curiosity got the best of you and you end up pulling it,marveling at it. Yellowed pages, a broken spine, it was clearly her favorite. Curiosity got the better of you and you looked at the title. The price of salt. Or better known as Carol. You knew it, having seen bits of the movie, and always trying to read the book. It was a queer classic, so that immediately made you suspicious. You started reading it, but barely got through a few pages, instead your mind took you to scenarios of being comfortable enough to mention gayness to someone beside your best friends or ex girlfriends.
With time you grew closer. Akanen would sometimes call you earlier and just had you watch over the baby while she slept. When she noticed how many supermarket meals you were buying, you two struck a deal. She'd cook for you both, if you babysat during. She had a few sick days, on which you would bring your laptop there and take care of everything. She bought you a first edition of your favorite book she found for cheap. Overall, you had become fast friends. People who knew you from before even raised some questions. While your parents wished you were spending more time with a suitor instead, your friends thought that Akanen was your suitor. Especially after the lesbian book incident. The thought of that made your brain buzz with anxiety. Akanen was very beautiful and you two got along, so it would be natural to get a crush on her. But you had to hold back. Lord knows you couldn’t afford to fall for another straight girl.
It would be too much of a cliche. But not apparently as much as a cliche as what would follow
Akanen joined in a supermarket raffle and won. You had expected her come and rave about getting her grocery bill footed or maybe some slightly useless kitchen appliance. But apparently the local grocery store was not pulling any punches. It offered a day hot spring trip for two, spanning over a weekend and a Friday.
''Do you want it,'' she asked. ''It's not like I can just go, plus I don't have anyone to go with either. I'm not as close to the people at the studio as I used to be. Really, now the only person I see every day is well you. So it would be better for you to enjoy it with someone rather than it going to waste on me. So do you have someone in mind?'' Akanen asks.
''Well, all my friends live far away and have their boyfriends. So it's not like they can just take a girl's trip with me. I am just as lost as you are.''
''Should we just go together? And of course, this is a vacation and not a babysitting gig but far away. So I'll just drop this cutie off with my parents and we will enjoy the hot spring, what do you say?''
You hummed at the thought. It had been a while since you had left Tokyo. And well, at this point you were friends. Friends went on 3 day hot springs together. Plus, it was the right season. What could go wrong?
A lot, apparently. Akanen had no problem with her parents, you could guess they were happy too. The way there was fine. You arrived at the hotel. When checking in, you give the receptionist your IDs. She eyes you, suspiciously.
‘’You have different last names, did your parents remarry or something? Or are you step-sisters?’’ she asks.
"We’re not related.’’ you clarify.
"It’s just that it’s the couples suite. This is a family hotel, and not Shinjuku Nichome.’’ the worker replies in a cold tone. Your jaw drops at her assumption.
"We’re friends and coworkers. I won this in a raffle, I didn’t exactly read the fine print, you know. We’re not romantically involved, if that’s what you’re implying. Can we get our key cards and our documents back, please?" Akanen says. You mentally file the info that she knows about the gay district and wonder if it’s an open kept secret. The receptionist does her job, thankfully. Only when you get to the room, you get why it would be weird to share it with her. There’s a mirror on the ceiling (so far for the family hotel), one bed (covered in rose petals) and the bathroom had a weird window at crotch level. There was definitely a need for some changes. Akanen says she’ll deal with it. But her exchange goes something like this.
"Is there a way to get a room with separate beds’’
‘’I’m sorry, the room you have is already paid for. To move you in a standard double room with separate beds, you’ll have to pay.’’
‘’That makes no sense, we want to downgrade, not upgrade.’’ She swallows her anger, not wanting to cause a scene. ‘’It’s fine.Thank you. We’ll keep the room we have.’’
You two just rationalized it by agreeing that friends shared beds all the time. Plus, if you spent enough time exploring the city and soaking in the hot springs, you would be too tired to not fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow. That was the plan then. Firstly you and Akanen went on a nice stroll together, making sure to take lots of pictures and buy souvenirs for practically everyone you knew. Naturally you also ate some local delicacies. At the end of the night, you barely had any energy left and delegated to save the spa for another time. Luckily the bed was spacious enough that your bodies didn't touch.
The next morning was a bit of a surprise. It was unusual for you to wake up next to someone, to even have a morning routine. You and Akanen were glued to the hip, from sharing pastries of the complementary breakfast to brushing your teeth together in the cramped bathroom. As much as you hated to admit it, it was infinitely better than lazing around your apartment with your laptop on. And another thing you weren't telling yourself was just how the time spent with her was affecting you. But fate had a funny way of behaving and you were about to find out fast. That afternoon you two finally went to check out the hot spring.
Your next unpleasant surprise was there. It was the last twinge of hope you've been holding on to. After you and Akanen had changed into swimsuits and towels, you went to check it out.
Of course, to your dismay, there was a sign stating that it could only be used in the nude. So you two devised a plan. You would go in first, then when you're done, you'd go back upstairs, shower, and get dressed for dinner, all the while your friend was still in the spa. That way, you'd save time and also each have some alone time.
After a nice and relaxing soak, you were ready to go back upstairs. After quickly showering, you got into the bed with your towel wrapped around yourself and began mindlessly clicking through channels. Hotel TV had chockfull of programs, yet nothing interesting. A thought of spending some "alone time" flashes through your brain. You lower the tv volume and go to an adult movie channel. You slide your hand between your legs, but it feels off. You're too preoccupied by the thought of Akanen coming back to enjoy it. Besides, the movie is bad, too focused on blowjobs for your taste. You close your eyes, and you try to make just the sounds of it work for you. Before you know it, you're asleep. And that's how Akanen finds you.
She doesn't expect it. To her, the "worst" case scenario she could walk in on is you, naked in the shower. And that would be dubbed the worst only because she doesn't exactly know what she feels about you. The line between platonic and romantic had been blurred for her many times before. And more often than not, it ended in double heartbreak. So she vowed to not fuck this up, to supress her feelings and not make a move. Although sometimes she swear she sees you looking at her lips, greedily. Or the little obscure reference you make to being queer and single. She asks God or the universe for either a clear sign of an earlier end of this trip.
And boy does it deliver. She scans her key card and lets herself in the room. There's you, naked and asleep. Your towel is underneath you, completely open. Your hand is nestled between your thighs, curled against your bare pussy. She's shocked and then hears the moan. You're watching porn. Lesbian milf movies, by the looks of it. She makes a split second decision and gently shakes you awake. Your eyes are bleary and you're trying to focus when you realize that the only thing between you and your crush is a hotel towel she has on.
Akanen doesn't turn off the movie. She just looks between you and the screen. The scene is showing the younger woman using the older one's chest to get off, rubbing her clit against the other's nipples and moaning.
"Is this something you're interested in, hmm. Wanna recreate it?" she asks.
You're too stunned for a moment. Yet you need her boldness to encourage you.
"Yes, please. I'd say buy a girl dinner first, but that's what got us here. Wait, have you done this before?"
"Fuck a pretty girl who's been babysitting for me in a hotel, while being every porn stereotype? No. That particular position? Also no. But lesbian sex? Yes, since I was 18." Akane replies, humoring you. Was it for her reassurance or yours, you weren't sure. But you weren't gonna think much when this gift was being handed to you on a silver platter.
"Can I kiss you?" you ask. She leans in, capturing your lips. The kiss is soft and tender, but when you pull away, she initiates the next one. That one's all lust. Before you know it, her towel is on the floor and you're on top of her. Your lips move to her nipples and holy fuck, her boobs are so much bigger than you thought. You're still shy, yet you kiss and lick.
"Get on top, pretty girl. I wanna feel how your cunt trobs against my chest. I wanna see if I can make you cum without touching you. Wanna watch you grind and fuck yourself on top of me. Look, doesn't it look like it feels good." At the last sentence Akanen turns your face to the tv, where the scene is still playing. The actress whose "role" you would be "playing" is moaning and cursing, looking on the verge of an orgasm. As if Akanen's words weren't enough, you are also incredibly turned by the movie. So you move and stradle her chest. You squeeze her breast lightly and rub the nipple against your clit. And holy shit, it feels so good.
However, you cannot just be selfish like this. You ask her to put her hands on your things, to touch you. Akanen trails her fingers up, and finally slides two of them inside of you.
This is your cue to move from her perfect tits and turn. You kiss down her body, until you reach her cunt. Her thumb rubs against your clit as you taste her. Your moans against her spurs Akanen to keep her pace, to continue doing exactly what she was doing. Your tongue laps at her wetness. Your nose rubs against her clit in a way that's making her unravel against you, and fast. She's coming and a moment after that, so are you. You both lay, side by side, sweaty and looking up at the ceiling mirror.
"So far for the friends and coworkers, then." She says.
"I mean, you're a milf and I'm a babysitter. The jokes were writing themselves. And so were the porn story lines." You reply, the irony of the situation not lost on you. Then, of course your anxiety kicks in, so you follow up with a question
"You think the hotel's gonna kick us out?"
"We leave tomorrow morning anyway, so plenty of time for more rounds before that." Akanen reassures you.
"Well, as much as I liked eating whatever dessert you offered, I'm actually starving. So maybe after we get some food in us." You note, suddenly remembering your hunger.
"Sure. But I'm buying, remember. I owe you." she adds, and that attention to even the smallest detail makes you remember why you like her.
