The Secrets We Carry

(A/N: Ok, so this one was a long time in coming. I wanted to do a lemon scene between my favorite yuri couple, Juri and Shiori, so I decided to do a this one-shot with all the lemony goodness you could ask for. Not entirely happy with the title, but drawing a blank on it. Hope you enjoy it all the same.)

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

 

"THE SECRETS WE CARRY"

Many things had changed since Ohtori Academy. But then, many things had also stayed the same. At least that’s what Juri Arisugawa thought as she opened the door to her dorm room to a sight she had seen before.

That sight involved a large lump on her roommate’s bed under the blankets, indicating that said roommate was currently curled up under those covers. And based on the empty tub of ice cream that laid on the floor beside the bed surrounded by used tissues, not to mention the sad romance movie that was playing on the TV with technically no one watching it, it was obvious to Juri what was going on. That being the same thing that went down every other time this had happened.

“Really, Shiori, again?” she asked with a sigh.

The lump under the blankets shifted, and the face of Shiori Takatsuki poked out, her eyes red and puffy from crying. “He’s such an asshole!”

Juri resisted the urge to roll her eyes, knowing exactly who Shiori was talking about. Honestly though, she’d seen this coming. Ever since Shiori had introduced her to her latest boyfriend, Juri had known that this would be the end result. It was simply a matter of how and when.

“What happened?” she asked, already having formulated a theory.

Shiori sniffed a few times. “The bastard’s cheating on me! He didn’t even bother to deny it when I confronted him! I hate him! I hate him! I hate him!”

Yes, it was exactly as Juri had suspected. She could tell right away that Shiori’s latest boyfriend, if she could even call him that and not simply someone Shiori had been dating, was a player who would end up cheating on her. And while Shiori had been pretty into him, she was more along the lines of a convenient warm body to him until someone else who caught his eye came along.

“Does that mean it’s over between you two?” Juri needlessly asked, trying to ignore the sliver of hope she should not be feeling that once again pop up inside her.

“Of course it is!” Shiori practically shouted. “I’m not going to be with some disloyal, cheating asshole!” With that, she retreated under the covers once more and completely cocooned herself in them. “I don’t care how hot he is or how good in bed, cheating is an absolute deal-breaker for me! We are so done! And he doesn’t even seem to care! I hate him!”

Juri would have felt more sympathy for her than she currently did if she hadn’t seen this coming and hadn’t witnessed this exact scene play out several times already. After a while, it just got old. She hated seeing Shiori upset like this, truly she did, but you could only see it enough times before you became numb to it. And besides, she never liked Shiori’s latest, sleazebag now ex-boyfriend and was glad to see him go. Honestly, she thought her violet-haired friend was better off without him.

Also, truth be told, her own jealous side hadn’t liked seeing Shiori with anyone; she never did.

“Well, I’m here if you want to talk about it,” she told Shiori. “Or if you simply want to vent. Whatever you need, you know I’m here for you.”

There was a mumble from beneath the covers, and a few moments later, Shiori replied, “Thanks, but I don’t wanna talk right now.”

“Fair enough,” Juri said with a shrug. “I’m going to grab a shower.”

Despite sharing a room with a roommate, the dorm room she and Shiori stayed in was large enough to have an attached bathroom, and a rather fancy one at that. In truth, they each could have gotten their own personal and private room, but they had decided to room together when they both went to attend the same college.

It had been a rocky road for them after everything that had happened back at Ohtori Academy what felt like forever ago. Backstabbing, jealousy, betrayal, manipulation, cruelty, most of it coming from Shiori, and a large portion of that coming from Shiori being manipulated by others, namely a certain End Of The World, who Juri had also fallen victim to. And at the end of it, Shiori had suffered her own dealing of cruelty.

It had not only been eye-opening for Shiori as to the type of person she had been, but very humbling for her too. But then, Juri had also been humbled by everything that had happened during the Dueling Game to claim the Rose Bride and revolutionize the world by obtaining the power of Dios, something that had never even ended up coming to pass.

But as painful as it had been for everyone involved, Juri thought things had worked out for the best. Over time, she and Shiori had mended their friendship and become best friends once more, only this time without all the cruelty, secrets, and lies between them. In fact, Juri could honestly say that they were even better and closer friends than before. Which is why when they had graduated school and gone to college, they decided to be roommates rather than have their own individual rooms like they had at Ohtori Academy.

In truth, it was both a blessing and a curse, at least for Juri. For so long, she had been in love with Shiori, hiding away her feelings like a dirty little secret, fearing that if they came out that it would ruin their friendship. And it had, just not in the way Juri had expected.

While she didn’t want to toot her own horn, Juri knew that she was popular, very popular. But of course she was. She came from a rich, influential family, and she herself was smart, talented, athletic, and, according to pretty much everyone she met, she was gorgeous. As cliché as it was, with all that going for her, of course she ended up becoming highly popular.

When it came to Shiori, while also from a rich and powerful family, just like all students attending Ohtori Academy, it wasn’t to the extent of the Arisugawa family. And while Shiori herself also had her own strengths that were nothing to sneeze at, they were all, according to any unbiased observer, beneath Juri’s level.

And therein had lied the problem. Growing up together as childhood friends, Shiori had essentially always been in Juri’s shadow. At the same time, she had also looked up to and respected her, but feared that one day she would lose her as a friend since she felt that she was so far out of Juri’s league, and no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t catch up. This had resulted in Shiori developing a massive inferiority complex when it came to Juri, making her jealous and resentful at times.

Juri was well aware of all this, but instead of addressing and solving the problem like she should have, Juri had used it as an excuse to keep her distance from the violet-haired girl to hide how she felt about her. Which is why when Shiori had learned about her feelings for her, she had used them against her as a means to elevate herself, feelings as if Juri’s love for her gave her power over her, and as long as she had that power, she wouldn’t have to lose her.

Yes, it had been a poorly handled, complex situation one that had eventually exploded into a crazy, complicated mess where they had both suffered. But at the end of it, Juri had finally been able to let go of her love for Shiori and walk away while Shiori had been able to self-reflect after losing everything, and they had eventually worked out their problems and become friends once more, forgiving each other for the pain they had caused, whether that pain had been inflicted intentionally or unintentionally.

With a sigh, Juri pulled her mind out of thoughts of the past and stepped out of the shower. After drying off and dressing into her nightgown, she combed out her long orange hair. She’d let it grow out over the years, and it now reached down to her lower back. She still curled it on the sides around her face, but let the portion of it in the back flow freely down her back in a long, straight flowing mass.

Finishing up in the bathroom, she entered her and Shiori’s joined room. Her bed was on the right side of the room and her violet-haired friend’s was on the left, still containing the lump that was Shiori beneath the covers. The sappy movie that had been playing had ended and the credits were rolling, but Shiori showed no sign of coming out from under the covers any time soon.

Shaking her head, Juri made her way over to the desk that rested against the wall between the two beds and picked up the remote on it, turning the TV off. She then sat down at the desk and picked up a book, finding her place where she had left off and began reading. She knew it was only a matter of time before Shiori came crawling out to complain about her latest failed relationship, and Juri waited patiently for that to happen, ready to comfort her friend over the breakup.

It took less time than she thought. She had only gotten through two pages before the lump that was Shiori shifted into a sitting position beneath the covers and her face once again poked out. “Why do boys suck so much?”

Juri just sighed, not even bothering to look back at her. “Boys don’t suck, Shiori, your taste in them do. You should be looking for a nice boy who will love you for you, but you keep going for the ones who treat you like shit.”

She knew that was a rather crude and blunt way of putting it, but it was true. Shiori’s taste in men was awful. She was attracted to strong, successful, confident, good-looking guys. Unfortunately, many of those types of boys, especially at this age, ended up being players who knew they could get any girl they wanted, and so went through girlfriends and flings like they were trying on new clothes. And Shiori always ended up being one of those girls since those were the type of men she was attracted to. Hence why she kept finding herself in a scene similar to the one she was currently in.

Though her back was to Shiori, Juri couldn’t help but glance up at Shiori’s reflection in the window just above the desk, and she watched the violet-haired girl puff out her cheeks in frustration as she pouted and let out a harrumph. “Well, fine, then I’m done with men for now! Perhaps I’ll try dating women for a while. Maybe I’ll have better luck in love with another girl since my taste in boys is obviously so awful.”

Juri’s breath caught in her throat. She knew Shiori didn’t actually mean anything by that in particular; she’d just been venting and had said something without actually having been implying anything. But regardless, Juri couldn’t stop her heart from racing in her chest at Shiori’s words.

She knew she shouldn’t take what Shiori said to heart. She should just pretend she never heard her and move on. After all, she had finally managed to let Shiori go after loving her for so long. To backtrack now would be foolish. If she did, she would risk walking right back into her old cage and being chained by her feelings once more.

But the truth was, she just couldn’t help herself. Not really. After all, she still loved Shiori. She had let her go, sure, walked away from the prison her love had been keeping her in and finally given up the last bit of hope she had clung to that Shiori might return her feelings one day, no matter how painful they had been and how much they had prevented her from moving on, but she still loved her.

She was moving forward, yes, but her love had never faded, not even a little. Letting go had helped, her love no longer held her back, and it was no longer so painful or hard to be around Shiori, but she was still in love with her all the same. Maybe even more so now than she had been before now that all the animosity between them was gone and they were much more open with each other.

Don’t do it, that little voice in the back of her Juri’s head told her. Don’t say it. Don’t say anything. Just let it go. You’ve done so well for all this time. You’ve come so far from those days. You can’t backtrack now. Don’t say it, don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it. Do not!

“In that case,” she found herself saying, almost against her will, “want to try going out with me?”

Damn it! She’d said it! Why did she say it? And she couldn’t take it back and play it off like she was joking, not now, not for a situation like this. All she could do was wait and see how Shiori would react and see how things would play out. But damn it all to hell, why did she have to open her mouth?

Despite her racing heart and rising anxiety levels, Juri maintained a calm and composed demeanor, just like always. Only her tightening grip on her book betrayed her nervousness. Not of rejection, no. She was fully prepared for that, just like always. Having the girl she loved shatter her heart would be painful, but it was something she had come to expect if she ever did make a move, and so she no longer feared rejection, even expected it.

Not that she ever planned to make a move though. No, she had given up on Shiori despite loving her, as hard as that had been. That’s how she had finally been able to move on. So she had no expectations and was ready for heartbreak. But what had her on edge was the possibility, however small, of a different answer that Shiori might give after her comment about how she should try dating women. Juri didn’t think she would, she had already taken the violet-haired girl’s reaction to her finding out about her feelings as rejection, even though it technically hadn’t been an actual rejection.

Perhaps that was why even this smallest fraction of hope still remained, even though she had given up on Shiori years ago, because Shiori had never actually rejected her love. But at the same time, Shiori hadn’t accepted her love either, and had instead used it against her. Was that why even though Juri had given up on her, that even though she still loved her but had accepted that her love would never bear fruit, that she still had a sliver of hope left? Was that also why regardless of having given up on her that she still couldn’t stop loving her?

As all this ran through Juri’s head, there was silence from Shiori. And as the silence stretched on, Juri couldn’t help but wonder why Shiori had only dated guys. She knew that she was actually bisexual. Was that simply a preference, or did Shiori just simply never consider dating another girl before, despite her bisexuality? Or maybe she was worried about what others would think if she dated another girl.

Juri knew that there were some intolerant people out there, and Shiori did care what others thought about her, perhaps a little too much. It was something left over from her inferiority complex. And although she had gotten a lot better and was still working on improving herself, there were still snippets of insecurity that remained. But, honestly, Juri didn’t even think Shiori worried about those kinds of people.

In the reflection of the window, Juri watched as Shiori shifted to face her, and quickly dropped her gaze back to her book. A few moments later, Shiori spoke. “Do you mean that for real, Juri?”

Heart beating so hard Juri feared it would burst from her chest, it took all her willpower to keep her voice steady. “It was just a thought. If you were serious about the whole giving dating girls a try, I mean.”

That was all she said on the matter, and all she planned to say on it. The rest would be in Shiori’s hands. Juri couldn’t even bring herself to glance at her reflection in the window again. She had never been so nervous in her entire life.

Time stretched on, every second seeming to last forever. Juri must have reread the same sentence in her book a dozen times. She heard the mattress creak slightly from Shiori moving on it, but she dared not look to see what she was doing. But then, finally, she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

Juri tensed up at Shiori’s touch, but otherwise did not move. The violet-haired girl’s arms slowly snaked around her as Shiori hugged her from behind and rested her chin on the top of her head. Juri had no idea of what to make of this, and was doing all she could to keep her hands from shaking as they tightly gripped her book.

“You still love me, don’t you, Juri,” Shiori asked. It wasn’t so much a question though as it was a realized acknowledgement, and her tone was filled with awe, as if she had just come to a startling revelation.

Juri just kept her eyes on her book, trying to ignore the feel of Shiori’s breasts pressing into her back. “You’ve known how I felt about you for years, Shiori. You’ve known ever since you found my locket.”

Which was true. Shiori had known that Juri had kept the picture of the one she loved in her old locket, and upon finding it, discovered that it had been her own picture inside it. That had been what led to their falling out. Ironically, it had been that locket getting destroyed in Juri’s final match in the Dueling Game that had allowed her to finally let go of her feelings for Shiori.

The locket had been symbolic, figurately binding Juri to the hope that one day Shiori would love her the way Juri loved the violet-haired girl. That hope had been holding her back and preventing her from moving past her feelings. And with its destruction, Juri had managed to find the strength to let go of that hope. But still, her love itself, that was something she had no control of, otherwise she would have erased her feelings for Shiori long ago and avoided years of pain and longing. But she at least managed to avoid letting her feelings control her life.

“Knew,” Shiori said softly, her arms tightening around Juri. “I knew of your feelings. I didn’t… I didn’t know you still felt that way about me though. I thought you had… moved on from me…”

Juri’s fingers were now digging so hard into her book that the paperback was getting bent out of shape. “I’ve… tried… I’ve been trying. I always have been. I’ve moved past them, but…”

What was she doing? Why was she saying all this? It may have been the truth, but why was she saying it and backtracking like this? Damn it, she thought that she had become stronger than this. Why couldn’t she just shut up?

“But I just can’t stop loving you,” she finished in a barely audible whisper as she laid her heart bare.

She said it, she actually said it. She’d confessed the full truth of her feelings, allowing Shiori to see the real Juri, the whole Juri in her entirety. And, strangely, she realized for the first time that despite the violet-haired girl’s discovering her feelings years ago, this was the first time Juri had actually told Shiori that she loved her.

Above her, she felt Shiori lift her chin off her head, but only to rest it on her shoulder, their cheeks practically touching, and Shiori’s embrace of her tightened. “Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked in a quiet voice.

Juri’s hands were shaking now. Honestly, she didn’t even know why she was still bothering to pretend to read. “To what end?”

Shiori hugged her even tighter as she practically nuzzled her. “Didn’t we agree to not kept secrets from each other anymore?”

Juri held back the groan that threatened to escape her. Shiori was right. After they had amended their friendship, they’d had a long talk. Particularly about keeping secrets from each other. They had determined that a lack of communication had been a big part of all their problems, resulting in the resentment that had been building between them. Had Juri and Shiori been honest about their feelings, be it regarding Juri’s love for Shiori and the fear of what might happen because of it or Shiori’s inferiority complex and how it both made her feel jealous of Juri as well as feeling like she needed to be better than her so she wouldn’t fear losing her, then most, if not all, of their problems could have been resolved without so much turmoil.

As such, they had agreed to always be open and honest with each other about what they were feeling so nothing like that ever happened again. Well, Juri hadn’t upheld her side of things. She hadn’t told Shiori that she still loved her. She thought she didn’t need to, that now that she had let Shiori go, really and truly let her go, that these feelings would finally fade, and to tell her that she still loved her would simply open old wounds for a situation that was already resolved. So, she had remained silent about it. Only her love hadn’t faded, not in the least.

It just wasn’t fair. Why did love between two people who didn’t want it to fade sometimes lose it, but while she, who wanted her love to go away, had hers remain? Why did love have to be so complicated?

“You’re right,” Juri admitted quietly. “I’m sorry, I just… I thought the matter was already settled, so I didn’t want to or see the point in opening up old wounds.”

She knew that that was no excuse, but hoped her apology would be enough. Shiori didn’t respond though, and Juri wondered what she was thinking. She didn’t inquire though, and let the violet-haired girl work through this information on her own, just as she should have from the beginning instead of keeping silent about her feelings. After all, honesty really was the best policy. There were no misunderstandings, no assumptions, no falsehoods, everything was out in the open to be dealt with instead of remaining hidden to fester.

The silence once again felt like it stretched on forever. But then she felt Shiori rub her cheek against hers once more before she turned and pressed a kiss to her cheek. Juri’s whole body tensed up at the feel of Shiori’s lips against her skin. Her hands began shaking and her thumbs dug so deeply into her book that the pages tore, but she barely noticed.

Turning her head, Shiori once again nuzzled her. Her arms that were tightly hugging her loosened, and her hands slid slightly down Juri’s front to just above her breasts. Juri would have tensed up even further, but she was already so wound up that she was as stiff as a statue.

Bringing her mouth to Juri’s ear, Shiori licked the shell of it before whispering, “Do you want me, Juri?”

Juri felt tears prick her eyes at Shiori’s words, and she blinked them back. She finally dropped the book, and her hands closed into tight fists. She didn’t respond to Shiori’s question though, she couldn’t. What she had said, Juri had never wanted anything more for as long as she could remember. She would trade all her wealth, all her status, everything, for even a single night with Shiori.

As Juri’s fingers continued to dig into her palms as Shiori’s own fingers moved to the ties at the top of Juri’s nightgown. She carefully took hold of the ends and pulled them, and the knot tying them in a neat bow slowly came undone. Her nightgown loosened and slid down her shoulders slightly. From there, one of Shiori’s hands slowly slipped inside Juri’s top. It was soon joined by the other one, and Shiori’s touch slid over her breasts, cupping them gently, and Juri’s hardened nipples poked into her palms.

“Shiori…” Juri whispered pleadingly, “please don’t do this, not if you don’t really mean it. If ever our friendship meant anything, stop now before it’s too late; I just can’t take it.”

Juri’s gaze finally shifted upwards to the window to look at Shiori’s reflection again. Her hair was longer than it was in her Ohtori Academy days, though nowhere near as long as Juri’s, coming down just past her shoulders. With her no longer wrapped up in the covers, Juri saw that Shiori too was dressed for bed. It had always been a tempting sight Juri had had to ignore night after night.

Shiori didn’t answer, but she did look up at the window as well, catching Juri’s eye in their reflections. Then, slowly, one of her hands came out of Juri’s top to gently cup her chin and cheek. Ever so slowly, she turned Juri’s face away from the window and up towards her so they were looking at each other properly. Juri looked at her and Shiori looked back. And then, after yet another eternity passed where they simply looked into each other’s eyes, Shiori leaned down ever so slowly and kissed her.

During the Dueling Game, End Of The World had promised the winner entrance into the floating castle in the sky where it was said that something eternal dwelled. Juri had always wondered what that something might be, but it didn’t matter, and not because the Dueling Game was over and its prize was lost after the Rose Bride abandoned her role. No, it didn’t matter because it was this, what Juri was experiencing right now with Shiori’s lips pressed against her own, that was something truly eternal. At least it was for Juri. For in this moment, nothing else mattered, just the two of them and this feeling that filled every part of Juri, body and soul.

Was this really happening? How many times had she dreamed of this? She hadn’t actually fallen asleep and was dreaming again, was she? Was Shiori really kissing her? Please, please let this be real. Juri didn’t think she would survive if this turned out not to be real.

The kiss finally came to end with Shiori pulling back. She kept her face close though, still cupping her cheek, and her eyes fluttered open to stare down into Juri’s. The orange-haired girl’s vision grew blurry as more tears filled them, and this time she was unable to stop them from slipping out and sliding down her cheeks.

Shiori must have felt them touch her hand, because she gently ran her thumb over her cheek, wiping them away. “Kiss me, Juri,” she said, her voice sounding almost pleading.

If the grim reaper himself had appeared and pressed his scythe to Juri’s throat to prevent her from doing so, Juri wouldn’t have been able to stop herself. She would have pressed her neck against his blade and slit her own throat in her attempt to lift her head enough to kiss the love of her life. For that’s truly what Shiori was to her, the love of her life.

That was why she had never been able to stop loving her; she realized that now. For all the loves that came and went in a person’s life, for all the loves that bloomed and then faded out, there was only one person who could be called the love of a person’s life. Some might call that person a soulmate or a destined partner, two people bound by the Red Thread of Fate before they were even born. Sadly though, there were many who never even got to meet that special person, and yet others would meet but lose them in some manner. And in this moment, Juri felt, truly felt, that this could be her moment of whether or not she would be able to be with hers or not. And that is why when Shiori made her plea, Juri’s long-held resolve didn’t just crumble, it shattered to pieces.

Craning her neck, Juri lifted her head, seeking out Shiori’s lips. The violet-haired girl met her the last few centimeters, and their lips met once more. It was truly a kiss beyond anything Juri could have imagined. She almost felt as if she had been dead all this time and this was the kiss of life she was receiving, filling her with life, light, and warmth that caused all thought to stop and for everything outside of this moment to cease to exist.

As their lips pressed together, Shiori’s hand that was still inside Juri’s nightgown slowly slid out and came up to cup Juri’s other cheek, cradling her face in her hands. Juri twisted around more and more in her seat until she was seated sideways, then steadily got to her feet, despite the feeling of weakness she felt in her legs. Standing at full height, she was a few inches taller than Shiori, but that didn’t matter as she brought up her own hands to cup Shiori’s face as well, and the two continued to kiss.

When the kiss ended, they were slow to come apart. Juri was afraid to open her eyes, fearing that Shiori would disappear if she did, but opened them all the same. And when she did, Shiori was still in front of her, her own eyes still closed and her lips still slightly puckered, almost as if she were savoring the kiss.

Juri blinked back more tears that threatened to escape her, and when Shiori opened her own eyes, she was surprised to see them wet with tears as well. They were also apparently a surprise to Shiori too, for as one slid down her cheek and Juri brushed it away with her thumb as Shiori had done to her earlier, the violet-haired girl blinked in what seemed to be confusion before removing a hand from Juri’s face to touch the wetness by her eye. She then looked at the tear on her finger tip before looking back at Juri, then brought those same fingers to Juri’s mouth and touched them to her lips, and Juri found herself parting her lips slightly without even thinking about it.

Without a word, Shiori slowly slid her hands down to Juri’s shoulders, taking hold of the silky material of Juri’s nightgown and began pulling it down. With the ties at the top having been undone, the nightgown slid down Juri’s shoulders and to her arms. Juri let her hands drop from Shiori’s face down to her sides, and Shiori pulled it down further. It passed over the valley of her breasts, and then Shiori let it go as gravity did the rest for her. Her nightgown briefly stopped when it dropped down to her hips before falling completely to the floor and pooling at her feet.

Juri stood completely bare before Shiori. Truth be told, she preferred to sleep in the nude, but had begun wearing a nightgown out of courtesy when she and Shiori began rooming together. But now she stood here, completely on display to the violet-haired girl’s gaze. She didn’t want to be conceited, but she knew she had a great figure, having received nonstop compliments from others of how she had a perfect body and how she worked to stay in shape, but Juri didn’t really care what they thought. No, keeping healthy aside, the only person whose opinion truly mattered to her was the girl standing in front of her. And so, anxiety tore her apart as she watched Shiori’s eyes dropped down and take in her pale, slender form.

Color filled Shiori’s cheeks as her eyes moved from Juri’s full breasts, over her toned stomach to the neatly trimmed triangle of orange curls between her legs, and Juri felt her own cheeks warm as well. There was nothing but awe and appreciation mixed with raw desire in Shiori’s gaze though as she looked her over, and her own green orbs darkened with desire. And Juri knew it was desire she was seeing in Shiori’s eyes, as she had seen that same look in her own eyes when she caught sight of her reflection in the mirror whenever she thought of the violet-haired girl.

Shiori’s eyes slowly made their way back up Juri’s body until they locked with her own gaze once more, and then she reached up and once again cupped Juri’s cheeks. “Juri…” she whispered, keeping their gazes locked, “you didn’t answer my question. Do you want me?”

The repeated question made Juri realize that she hadn’t actually answered her the first time Shiori asked. And even though it was plain to anyone with eyes just how much she wanted her, Juri was compelled to answer. “Always,” she said quietly. “Always, Shiori.”

The pink hue in Shiori’s cheeks darkened. All the same, she continued to stare at Juri for a few more seconds before she brought her hands down to take hold of her own nightgown. Juri inhaled sharply before she stopped breathing completely as Shiori began pulling up her nightgown until she had bunched it up beneath her breasts, then pulled it over her head and tossed it aside so she too was now standing before Juri as she had always wished to see her.

“Then have me, Juri,” Shiori told her. “Show me how much you love me.”

Somehow, Juri remembered to breathe again as she allowed her eyes to lower down and take in Shiori’s body, a sight she had longed to see for years, and one she had resisted sneaking a peek at more times than she could count during their time as roommates. But now she could finally look her fill, and Juri drank in the sight of the women she loved in all her naked glory.

Shiori too was pale, though not quite as pale as Juri, with an equally slim form, only a little less toned. Her breasts weren’t as big as Juri’s either, but her hands itched to reach out and touch them, to stroke her pink beaded nipples she hungered to taste. And between her legs, hidden behind her own triangle of violet curls was the most sacred place Juri longed to explore. Others may say that Juri had the perfect body, but in her eyes, Shiori was absolutely flawless.

The pink hue in Shiori’s cheeks darkened, and she actually looked somewhat embarrassed. All the same, a shy smile spread across her face. “Touch me, Juri.”

Juri wanted to, but she was almost afraid to. This still felt like a dream. God, she hoped this wasn’t a dream. And if it was, she feared that if she touched her now that she would realize this wasn’t real, and, quite frankly, such a discovery would utterly break her.

But the temptation was too great, and so, she slowly reached out to touch Shiori’s perky breast. It stuck out like it was hungry for her touch, her nipple beaded in her desire. Juri stopped just short of actually making contact though, and her hand retreated a bit. But then Shiori’s own hands came up, gently taking hold of Juri’s wrist, and she slowly brought her hand up to her breast, pacing it over the fleshy globe.

Both Juri and Shiori had sudden intakes of breath at the contact. The orange-haired girl just stared at her hand in disbelief, as if she couldn’t believe that she was actually touching her. Her emerald gaze went up to Shiori’s, and the violet-haired girl gave her a smile before placing her hand on top of Juri’s and applying light pressure, silently encouraging her to be more firm.

Juri acquiesced, giving Shiori’s breast a light squeeze, Shiori closed her eyes, making a soft “Mmm” sound, and let her hand drop, allowing the orange-haired girl to do as she pleased. Almost feeling like a clueless virgin copping a feel, Juri began lightly rolling and kneading her breast. Slowly, she brought up her other hand, gently taking hold of Shiori’s other breast, and she saw her smile widen as she began caressing that one as well.

She didn’t disappear, and touching Shiori felt far too real for this to be a dream. Which could only mean that this was really happening. That acknowledgement filled Juri with a need unlike anything she had ever felt before, and she suddenly needed more. She needed to be closer, to feel more of her. Touch her, kiss her, fulfill her fantasies now that she was finally being allowed to do this after so long.

Still caressing her, Juri moved in closer. She allowed one of her hands to slide down Shiori’s stomach so her own breast could press against Shiori’s, their nipples sliding against each other, and then she kissed her, slowly, lovingly. Shiori kissed her back, her own hands grasping Juri’s hips to bring them even closer.

They kissed for a short while as Juri continued to caress Shiori’s breast and side, but then Shiori brought one of her knees forward, inserting it between Juri’s legs and pressing it against her center. It took everything Juri had not to cry out as Shiori’s knee pushed against her and began making small rotations. Juri was already wet from excitement and couldn’t help but to rub herself against Shiori’s knee.

But she wanted to touch Shiori more, and so, the hand that had been caressing her side slid along, moving towards her stomach. She paused here though, tracing circles with her fingertips, but it seemed that she wasn’t the only one who wanted more as Shiori once again took hold of her wrist and began leading her hand downward.

Breaking the kiss, Shiori kept her eyes closed as she spoke in a whisper against Juri’s lips. “Touch me here.”

She moved Juri’s hand further south, through her patch of violet curls, and finally pressed her hand against her center so Juri was cupping her. Both sucked in intakes of air at the contact, Shiori in delight and Juri at finally being able to touch her in her most intimate area.

To her immense joy, she found Shiori was also wet, and she began stroking her slit, running her finger along her opening, building up her anticipation. Using two of her fingers, she spread Shiori’s nether-lips and traced her middle finger along her wet crevice, spreading her wetness. Shiori’s breathing increased as she rested her forehead against Juri’s, closing her eyes once more. Juri, however, kept her eyes open, savoring the pleasured look on her face that she always longed to put on there.

She proceeded to stroke the violet-haired girl for the next minute or two before finally inserting a finger into her. Shiori sucked in a breath of air that dissolved into a whimper, and Juri began steadily thrusting her finger in and out of her, stroking and exploring her slippery, wet insides. Shiori’s lips remained parted as breathy sounds escaped her, and she began moving her hips in time with Juri’s strokes.

But Shiori wasn’t neglectful of Juri’s needs. Having released Juri’s wrist, she returned her hand to the orange-haired girl’s hips, but then both of them moved down to grasp Juri’s rear, pulling her more firmly against her. She pressed her knee harder against Juri’s core as well as she continued to make circles with it, and Juri humped against her leg, feeling her own arousal grow. Shiori helped her along, squeezing and pulling her ass-cheeks in time with Juri’s movements, aiding her in her pleasure.

They stood there like that, Juri caressing Shiori’s breast as she fingered her and Shiori pulling Juri into her knee as she pressed and rotated it against her, the two of them panting into each other’s mouths as their excitement grew. Their chemistry and synergy was undeniable, but Juri couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to it than that.

“Have you done this before?” she asked in a breathless whisper.

Shiori shook her head. “Not with another woman. But I guess girls know what other girls like.” She paused in her movements and finally opened her eyes to look directly into Juri’s, their foreheads still pressed together. Then she began walking back, causing Juri’s finger to fall out of her wet heat and her hand left her breast. Juri watched her intensely as she took a few steps backwards, moving to sit on the bed, never once taking her eyes off Juri.

Slowly, she reached out a hand towards the orange-haired girl. “Come to me,” she said softly.

Juri wouldn’t have been able to resist if she wanted to. Swallowing, she walked towards her like a moth to the flame. When she reached her, she slowly fell to her knees, as if in worship. She then leaned forward, resting her head on Shiori’s leg. The violet-haired girl reached down and began stroking Juri’s hair. Juri allowed this for a short while, enjoying the feel of Shiori’s fingers soothingly combing through her hair before she began nuzzling her cheek against her knee.

Her own hands came up and she began stroking the violet-haired girl’s thighs, enjoying the softness of her skin, then turned her head and began pressing kisses to the area. She heard Shiori sigh and began extending the length of her caresses, running her hands up Shiori’s sides and stomach, stopping just under her breasts.

Shiori’s hands in her hair soon moved down to cup Juri’s face, tilting it upward so Shiori was looking into her eyes. The raw desire she saw shining in the violet-haired girl’s purple gaze set Juri’s already racing heart racing even faster. “Do you want to taste me, Juri?”

The orange-haired girl inhaled deeply, her mouth already watering at the thought. “I’ve dreamed of it.”

Shiori smiled at her. “Then fulfill your dream.”

Juri didn’t think it was possible to be any more aroused than she was, but it was Shiori’s arousal she wanted to focus on, and she watched as the violet-haired girl shifted on the bed and spread her legs, opening herself up to Juri. The orange-haired girl inhaled deeply at the sight before her, taking in the scent of her arousal. It made her mouth water, and she slowly leaned in.

She paused when her lips hovered just above Shiori’s opening, almost desperate to taste her. Her gaze went up to the violet-haired girl’s face, and Shiori’s smiled down at her before placing her hands on Juri’s head and applying pressure to lower it. Juri couldn’t resist anymore and moved in, finally giving in to her desires.

Her tongue snaked out and she dragged it over Shiori’s wet slit. The violet-haired girl’s taste exploded on Juri’s tongue, and it was heavenly. It was even better for Shiori though, who sucked in a breath before letting out a hum of delight. Juri loved that sound as much as she loved the taste of her, and she immediately needed more of both. She licked her again, eliciting the same response, and then again and again. She licked her several more times before growing bolder. Shifting closer, she grasped Shiori’s hips and opened her mouth, covering Shiori’s slit, and she began sucking at and dragging her tongue all over the area.

Shiori’s head fell back and her back arched as she let out a gasp of pleasure. Juri practically moaned in her own delight as she began devouring her, nuzzling her face against Shiori’s center, burying her nose in her violet curls. Her tongue moved along and around Shiori’s slit, lightly probing her nether-lips. Her hands slid inward, and she used her thumbs to spread her open. Shiori moaned loudly as she began licking along her inner walls, seeking out more of her sweet nectar. The taste of her was quickly becoming Juri’s favorite flavor.

Light moans and mumbles accompanied by gasps and intakes of air escaped Shiori as Juri orally pleasured her. Her hands tangled in Juri’s hair as she pulled her closer, pressing Juri’s face between her thighs. She looked up at the violet-haired girl as she feasted upon her. Shiori’s head was still hanging back, her chest sticking out as her head rolled around on her neck. Her breathing was growing louder and getting faster, coming out in increasing pants as she shifted about.

As if sensing Juri’s gaze on her, Shiori looked down at her, her cheeks flushed. She bit her bottom lip as she kept her eyes locked on Juri’s. The orange-haired girl took it up a notch as she spread her wider and she completely latched her mouth over her slit and inserted her tongue into her as deeply as she could. Shiori’s mouth fell open in a whimpering gasp, and sounds of pleasure escaped her as Juri probed and swirled her tongue around inside her.

Juri continued to devour her to her heart’s content, still unable to believe that this was happening, but enjoying it to the fullest. Clearly not as much as Shiori was though, as she began thrusting against Juri’s face as best as she could while sitting. Her rising heat and passion caused her to start to perspire, and beads of sweat began to form on her flushing skin. Her hands in Juri’s hair went from simply running through her orange locks to gripping them. And as Juri stimulated her more and more, Shiori’s grip tightened to the point that it was almost painful as she pushed Juri’s face against her.

She could sense that Shiori was getting close, and she doubled her efforts, sliding her tongue along her inner walls, flicking it over and sucking at the violet-haired girl’s clit. Shiori’s breathing and moaning grew louder, her eyes having slid shut, her legs shifting about on either side of Juri’s head. Her hands pushed against her, making sure she couldn’t go anywhere, but Juri had no intention of going anywhere. She was determined to push her over the edge, and she allowed her mouth and tongue to go into overtime, eager to drink up her juices.

And, finally, it happened. Shiori threw her head back and let out a cry, and her whole body began quivering as her orgasm hit, her legs squeezing Juri’s head tightly, keeping it trapped between her thighs. A rush of hot fluids flowed into Juri’s mouth, and she greedily lapped them up, ignoring the pain in her skull as it felt as if Shiori might rip her hair out of her scalp. Small but violent jerks ran through Shiori as she made what almost sounded like choking sounds, her breath catching in her throat.

Juri watched her entire time. Watching Shiori writhe around while lost in orgasm was the most beautiful and erotic sight she had ever witnessed. It was one she knew she would never get tired of seeing and one she wanted to see a million more times, and she would if she had anything to say about it. In fact, if it were possible, she would keep Shiori in this bed indefinitely.

And speaking of the bed, as Shiori’s orgasm came to an end, she began to topple over onto it. At first, she began to lean to the side, but then she ended up falling backwards instead. She released Juri’s hair and managed to catch herself on her forearms to remain somewhat upright as she panted heavily, beads of sweat running down her glistening skin. Slowly, her legs’ iron grip on Juri’s head loosened as she went slack. Juri stayed right where she was though as she licked up the last traces of Shiori’s orgasm, and Shiori mumbled and licked her own lips in enjoyment between her pants, and she slowly allowed herself to lay down, her hair sticking to her sweaty face.

Juri finally came out from between Shiori’s legs and rose to her feet. She loved the sight of Shiori looking sated, but her own arousal was so high it was practically running down her thighs. Not wanting to disrupt Shiori’s post-orgasm bliss, she carefully climbed onto the bed, laying propped up on her side as she looked down at the violet-haired girl. Shiori’s breathing had regulated before becoming long deep breaths instead of short, rapid pants, and her eyes were closed in satisfaction.

Shiori’s post-orgasm state was truly a beautiful sight, and Juri allowed her eyes to run up and down her body, taking in every exquisite inch of her. Unable to resist, she reached out and began lightly caressing her, running her hand up her stomach and over her breast, then back down and up again, feeling goose-bumps break out over Shiori’s skin from her touch.

Still looking winded, Shiori’s eyes cracked open, and she stared up at Juri with a hooded gaze. Juri smiled down at her lovingly, and Shiori reached for her, bringing up her hand to cup Juri’s cheek, stroking it before moving it to the back of her head and drawing her down. Juri went willingly, and their lips met in a heated, open-mouth kiss. Their tongues caressed each other’s as they made out, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. But then, after what felt all too soon, they came apart. Juri’s face hovered a few inches above Shiori’s as they simply stared at each other for several long moments.

“Lie back for me,” Shiori whispered to her. “It’s my turn now.”

Juri felt her heart start racing in her chest again, but she did as Shiori said, moving away from her to lie down on the bed. Shiori got up as she did so and moved to kneel on the bed, allowing Juri to lie down with her head on the pillow. And once she did, Shiori came up to lay next to her.

Like Juri did before, she propped herself up on her side. She then brought her hand up, moving it so it was over Juri’s breast and lowering it. She stopped just short of actually touching her though. Less than an inch of space was left between Juri’s breast and Shiori’s open palm. Her already hardened nipple beaded further, as if desperate for Shiori’s touch and was trying to make contact with her hand.

But Shiori didn’t touch her. Instead, she allowed the anticipation to build, keeping her hand hovering just out of reach. She then slowly ran it over the length of Juri’s body, from her breast down to her stomach, but still not making contact. Juri was so hungry for her touch though that she could actually feel her skin tingle and grow warm where Shiori’s hand was hovering over her, despite keeping her eyes glued to the ceiling.

Shiori’s hand then traveled back up Juri’s body, over her stomach, her breasts, up to her face. Here, Shiori finally lowered her hand, covering Juri’s eyes. Juri offered no complaints though as she waited in anticipation for what Shiori would do next. She felt the bed shift as Shiori leaned down, her lips hovering just above Juri’s, but stopping just a breath short. She teased her further by keeping her lips hovering about Juri’s, and the orange-haired girl’s own lips parted in breathy anticipation, practically begging to be kissed. She attempted to lift her head to close the distance, but Shiori’s hand over her eyes held her down, and her lips retreated the few millimeters Juri had gained when she tried to lift her head.

“Shiori, please,” she whispered desperately.

“Please, what?” Shiori asked, and Juri could hear the smile in her voice. “What do you want?”

Juri was ready to throw away all pride in her need for her. “Kiss me.”

A light chuckle escaped the violet-haired girl. “Like this?”

And then her lips finally met hers. Juri practically whimpered at the contact as their lips molded together. Shiori keeping Juri’s eyes covered the entire time. Juri desperately wanted to reach for her, to embrace her as they made out, but somehow sensed that Shiori wouldn’t allow that right now and wanted her to keep her arms where they were.

Shiori finally broke the kiss but kept her lips just grazing Juri’s as she spoke. She then felt the violet-haired girl lick her across the lips before she kissed her again. “Did I taste good?”

Juri nodded. “You tasted heavenly.”

Shiori kissed her again. Then again. “Do you think I’ll enjoy tasting you?” Another kiss. “Should I?”

Juri practically whimpered as she kissed her yet again. “God, please.”

Shiori said nothing in response. She simply placed another kiss to her lips, then one on her chin, and then the next one on her neck. She lingered here for a bit, sucking at the area before moving down to her collarbone. From here, she began kissing a trail down to Juri’s bosom and over her chest. Juri’s hands clenched into tight fists, her nails digging into her palms as Shiori kissed her way up the swell of her breast, right up to her nipple, placing a kiss to the puckered tip.

She finally removed her hand from Juri’s eyes, but Juri kept them closed as Shiori placed kiss after kiss to her nipple. Then she felt Shiori’s wet tongue as it licked the beaded bud. It flicked the trip a few times before swirling around it, and then her mouth finally closed over it. Juri’s mouth fell open as a loud whimper escaped her.

Shiori began sucking on and lightly biting down on her pebbled tip, and her other hand set to work as well, taking hold of her other breast. She began kneading and rolling it around, flicking her finger over her nipple as her mouth gave attention to her other one. Unable to keep still any longer, she reached up with one hand, grasping Shiori’s head and pushing her face into her chest.

That didn’t last long though, as Shiori reached up and removed her hand from her head, placing it back down on the bed. Her mouth then released Juri’s nipple as she looked up at her. “You keep still until I say,” she commanded. “Understand?”

Normally, Juri was never one to let anyone boss her around, but here with Shiori, like this in bed, she was willing to do anything she said. She could only muster up a nod in response though, but that seemed good enough for Shiori. However, this time she bent over to take Juri’s other nipple in her mouth. And as she did so, she shifted so she was laying on top of her as her other hand covered the breast her mouth had abandoned.

Shiori released Juri’s hand, using it to grasp the breast her mouth was currently paying attention to. Despite being released, Juri kept her hand down on the bed, no matter how much she wanted to touch the violet-haired girl. And when the desire to do so became too much, she brought her hands up to either side of her head, keeping them there.

Ignoring this, Shiori continued to fondle and orally stimulate Juri’s breast for the next few minutes. Then she finally released Juri’s nipple from her mouth with a wet pop and kissed the underside of her breast. She continued south from there, placing a kiss to every few spots of skin she brushed over, dragging her breasts over her in the process. When she reached Juri’s bellybutton, Juri felt her tongue flick against and dip inside it. It had been so unexpected that she had gasped loudly and jerked slightly.

Chuckling, Shiori continued her way downward. Rather than kissing her way along though, she merely dragged her lips against her, allowing her tongue to just barely poke out, leaving a wet trail behind. She shifted lower and lower on the bed until she had reached Juri’s legs, pausing here to place a kiss just about her triangle of orange curls. Turning her head, she placed a kiss to the inside of one of Juri’s thighs, then the other.

Looking up at Juri, she ran her hands up her legs and splayed them out across her stomach. “Do you want me to go down on you, Juri?”

Biting her bottom lip, Juri covered her eyes with her hands, practically digging her fists into them as she nodded. God, why was she always so weak when it came to Shiori?

Her nonverbal response, however, was not good enough for Shiori. “No, no nodding. Say it.”

“Yes!” Juri practically cried. “Please, yes.”

But Shiori just shook her head. “Still not good enough. I want you to actually say it. Tell me what you want.”

Pulling her hands away from her face, Juri lifted her head to look down at her. “I want you to go down on me. Please, Shiori.”

A smug yet satisfied smile spread across Shiori’s face. She shifted a little lower and gave Juri a light lick. Juri gasped and Shiori licked her again, then again, then began repeatedly dragging her tongue up and down Juri’s slit. Pleasure began coursing through Juri, and it was joined by an indescribable emotional feeling at how the woman she loved was making love to her with her mouth.

Shiori watched her for a while as she proceeded to lick her, then turned her whole focus to what she was doing and truly began to feast upon her. Juri’s eyelids fluttered as she watched her. Seeing Shiori’s head between her legs was truly an erotic sight she wanted to see more of, but as the violet-haired girl ate away at her, she found her head dropping back onto the pillow. Her back arched and her legs jerked, her head twisting side to side in her inability to keep still.

Shiori took hold of her hips to keep her still, but it served little purpose. Juri continued to squirm about, her hands flying out to grab handfuls of the bedsheets, and she began pulling and yanking at them almost violently. Even though she prided herself on maintaining control of herself, she was completely unable to stop her body from moving as she twisted and turned under Shiori’s ministrations.

She could feel Shiori’s tongue as it licked along her inner walls. It was enough to drive her completely insane. It made her wonder how Shiori was so good at this if she had never done it before, but then surmised that it was as she said, that girls simply knew what other girls liked, that and she was probably replicating what Juri had done to her. But then all thought ceased entirely as she was swept away in the pleasure Shiori was stirring up within her.

One of her hands released the blanket to grasp her own breast, and she squeezed it almost to the point of pain. Her back wasn’t just arching now, it had completely risen off the bed, to the point where Juri was practically balancing on her head and feet. Shiori kept her hips pinned down though as she pleasured her, and Juri ended up releasing the blanket with her other hand as well, reaching above her to press it against the headboard.

She began rocking her hips against Shiori’s face, humping against her mouth. Shiori let nothing deter her though as she continued to build up the pleasure within her, and soon her pale skin was just as damp and shiny as her lover’s.

Her lover. God, she loved the sound of that.

Of its own accord, her hand left her breast and instead found its way to the back of Shiori’s head. She both pushed against the headboard and pulled Shiori’s face harder into her as she thrust against her mouth. Moans spilled freely from her mouth, growing in volume as she felt the building of an orgasm. It seemed that Shiori had picked up on it as well, as she released Juri’s hips to take hold of her legs, shifting them so they rested over her shoulders. Then she grabbed Juri by the waist again and continued to feast.

Juri couldn’t take it. It felt like she was going to explode. Shiori sensed it too, briefly detaching her mouth from her. “Do it, Juri. Cum for me.”

She was going to, and once Shiori latched her mouth onto her, Juri practically wrapped her legs around her head so she couldn’t pull away again. It wasn’t going to take long though. That knot that had been tightening in her stomach was about to come undone. She just needed a few more seconds and she would find release.

And then she found it. It was indeed as if an explosion had gone off inside her, an explosion of pleasure that sent waves of pure ecstasy flowing through her, making her whole body quiver. She let out her own vocal cry, only slightly less loud than Shiori’s as she reached heights she never reached before, not with her own hand or with any other partner she’d had before. It was truly otherworldly.

As she came down from her high, reality slowly returned to her, and she dropped back down onto the bed, panting and sweaty. Her arms dropped down from reaching for Shiori’s head and the headboard to flop down at her sides, her legs going limp around her lover’s head. Shiori gently removed her legs from her shoulders and began crawling up the bed to lay beside her, but Juri was so lost in a euphoric state that she didn’t even notice, not until Shiori leaned down and began placing chaste kisses over her shoulder and neck.

“That was so beautiful, Juri,” Shiori told her. She then licked a trail from Juri’s collarbone, up her neck to her chin, making her shiver. “I want to mess you up some more.”

Juri could barely register her words. She was feeling so emotionally overwhelmed. Tears had built up behind her closed eyes, threatening to slip out. There were no words to describe how special, how magical this experience had been, how much it meant to her. It had been everything she had ever hoped for and more, a true miracle granted to her, and she knew she would remember it forever.

And then she felt Shiori’s hand on her, the sensation causing her eyes to snap open, allowing the tears that had built up to trickle down her face. She glanced up at Shiori, who smirked down at her as she ran her hand through Juri’s curls and cupped her mound. Juri’s mouth fell open as she felt Shiori’s fingers trail over the still overly-sensitive skin of her nether-lips, and the violet-haired girl’s smirk seemed to widen at her reaction.

“I love watching you come undone,” she told her. “I love making you lose control of yourself. I want to see it again.”

Her fingers teased and tormented her, quickly making Juri squirm once more. She ran her fingers along Juri’s wet slit before slipping a finger into her. Juri cried out slightly, reaching down reflexively to grab Shiori’s wrist. The violet-haired girl just continued to probe her, thrusting her finger in and out of her. And just above that, she pressed her thumb against Juri’s clit and began making small circles against it.

Juri took long, deep breaths as Shiori pleasured her. Her eyes had slid shut when Shiori began touching her, but they occasionally cracked open to look up at the violet-haired girl above her. She saw Shiori watching her intensely, studying her every reaction to every touch, memorizing every last detail. All the whole, she proceeded to rub her clit and slid her finger along her inner walls, curling her finger inside her. It almost felt like she was exploring, seeking something out inside her.

“Am I close?” she whispered to Juri. “Tell me, Juri, where is it? How close am I?”

The only response Juri could give was a moan. But she knew what Shiori was looking for, and she was indeed closer. Her grip on Shiori’s wrist grew tighter as the violet-haired girl’s exploration brought her closer and closer to that special spot inside her. And when her finger finally brushed over the area, Juri’s body jerked and a cry escaped her.

“There!” she gasped out.

Shiori paused. “There?”

She rubbed the spot again and Juri rapidly nodded her head. “There!”

The smile on Shiori’s face grew even bigger as she grazed Juri’s G-spot. “So, that’s where you are. Now that I found you, I’m really going to make you lose it.”

She then began focusing on that spot inside her. Juri’s head began turning back and forth on the pillow as Shiori mercilessly attacked her. Juri could do nothing more than squeeze Shiori’s wrist in a death grip while twisting the bedsheets more and more in her other hand. And when Shiori bent over to take Juri’s nipple into her mouth, Juri’s head snapped to the side away from her as she let out a loud vocal cry and began letting out whimpering pants.

With Shiori’s thumb rubbing her clit and her finger stroking her G-spot, Juri felt like she was being attacked on two fronts. Three if she included her mouth on her breast. No, more than that if she counted Shiori’s other fingers sliding along her labia. She was quickly building up Juri’s passion, making her juices flow in abundance. It was an ecstasy Juri longed to return, and she made a mental note to seek out Shiori’s own G-spot at the next opportunity to return the same pleasure.

Releasing Juri’s nipple, Shiori kissed her way up her neck and to her ear. Here, she lightly nibbled on Juri’s earlobe, making her shiver. She bit down slightly, giving her ear a little tug while lightly grinding her teeth, and Juri’s breath caught in her throat.

Letting go of her ear, Shiori spoke directly into it. “So sexy. You’re such a good girl for me, Juri.” She licked the shell of her ear. “Tell me, who do you belong to?”

Juri almost whimpered. “You, I belong to you, Shiori.”

“Good girl.” She lightly blew on her ear. “Do you love me?”

“I love you,” Juri told her breathlessly. “So, so much. I always have.”

“Are you mine? Mine forever?”

“I am.”

“Tell me.”

“I’m yours, Shiori. I’m yours. Forever.”

Shiori made a please humming sound. “God, I love hearing you say that. Now I really want to make you lose it.”

She inserted a second finger inside her, making Juri arch off the bed and her head rolled back to face the ceiling. She then felt Shiori grasp her chin with her other hand, turning her face towards her, and then kissing her deeply, forcing her tongue into her open mouth. It met with Juri’s, and their two oral muscles curled together and rubbed against each other. All the while, Shiori continued stroking Juri’s inner walls with her two fingers, focusing on her G-spot and stimulating her clit.

Juri’s wetness proceeded to soak Shiori’s fingers as they began moving faster and faster, pushing her closer to the edge. Juri moaned into Shiori’s mouth as they kissed, and Shiori swallowed down her sounds of pleasure. Somehow through the haze filling her mind, she realized that she could taste herself on Shiori’s lips. For some reason, she found the thought that they could taste themselves on each other after having gone down on each other to be extremely erotic, and she kissed Shiori almost desperately.

Her upcoming climax was still rising, and as it got closer, Juri lost the ability to keep kissing her as her mouth simply hung open, her eyes practically rolling into the back of her head behind her eyelids. Shiori thrusted her fingers into her faster and faster, the sound of her hand moving between Juri’s legs making a wet, sloshing sound as Juri’s juices flowed in freely.

“That’s right, Juri,” the violet-haired girl told her. “Cum for me again. Let me see it. Let me feel it. Lose control for me. Do it. Now!”

Juri did, practically at Shiori’s command. She loudly cried out her pleasure, her bottom rising off the bed. But she didn’t just cum, she squirted, her juices spraying out and soaking Shiori’s already drenched hand. The blackness she saw behind her eyelids gave way to a flash of light, and when that faded, stars danced in front of her closed eyes. Her hand that had been twisting the sheets released them to reach up and grab Shiori’s arm, and her hand already grasping Shiori’s wrist in a vice grip tightened to the point that she had to be cutting off the blood circulating in her hand.

When her body stopped convulsing, she fell still on the bed, save for her shaking legs. Shiori immediately leaned down and kissed her. Juri wanted to return the kiss, but her entire body had been reduced to putty, leaving her unable to even kiss her back. That certainly didn’t stop Shiori though as she proceeded to explore Juri’s mouth with her tongue.

Gradually though, Juri’s strength began to return, and soon she was kissing Shiori back. And when she could muster up the energy, her hand came up to cup the violet-haired girl’s cheek as they kissed. And despite having received two orgasms and having given one to Shiori, she felt no less hungry for her. In fact, she owed Shiori a second orgasm of her own, and many more if she had anything to say about it.

Reaching up, she took hold of Shiori, gently coaxing her off her, and she began to roll them over so she was on top. And once she had Shiori on her back and was lying on top of her, she continued to kiss her for a short while as she lay cradled between her thighs, the full length of their bodies in contact. But while Shiori had been able to take her fill of Juri’s breasts, she had not gotten the same in return. And so, she moved away from Shiori’s lips and made her way down to her bosom.

She nuzzled her face into the valley of Shiori’s breasts, grasping one in each hand as she began rolling them around. Shiori giggled in response, running both hands through Juri’s hair, keeping her head right where it was. Juri pushed Shiori’s breasts together and stuck out her to tongue, flicking it over both of Shiori’s nipples at the same time. She pinched them both between her thumbs and index fingers, squeezing them into even bigger points.

She took one into her mouth, sucking on it briefly before switching over to the other, giving it the same treatment. Shiori sighed in response as she massaged Juri’s scalp while enjoying her mouth on her. She did this for a time, licking, sucking at, and massaging the violet-haired girl’s breasts to her heart’s content, all the while watching the delightful expressions that crossed Shiori’s face.

Finally though, she reached her limit, letting Shiori’s nipple fall from her mouth and releasing her breasts. She then crawled back up Shiori’s body so her face was hovering over hers. Shiori’s eyes cracked open to look up at her, and Juri pressed a kiss to her lips before giving her a serious look.

“I’m going to make love to you now,” she told her.

Shiori blinked once, twice, then smiled up at her. “Have we not been making love?”

Returning her smile, Juri stroked her face. “I mean completely, not just with my hands or mouth.”

Now looking somewhat curious, Shiori cocked her head to the side. “You mean with a strap-on?”

Juri shook her head. “No, not like a man. I’m going to make love to you like a woman.”

She could see that Shiori wasn’t sure what she meant, so Juri opted to show her. Pushing herself into a sitting position, she shifted on the bed so her legs draped over Shiori’s, and Juri took hold of one of her legs. She shifted slightly onto her side, moving her own leg between both of Shiori’s, and then began scooting closer.

Shiori’s eyes widened as she seemed to realize what Juri’s intentions were, and she sat up herself, propping herself up on her hands behind her.

“Juri, I’ve… never done this before,” she admitted shyly, blushing as she said it.

Considering she had admitted to never being with another woman before, that much was obvious. “You’ve never done any of this before,” she pointed out.

Shiori’s cheeks darkened even more and she averted her eyes. “Well, yeah, but… I’ve basically been doing what guys have done to me. This though, I have no experience with one way or the others.”

It was certainly strange to see Shiori suddenly being so shy considering how confident and near-domineering she had been a short while ago, but Juri liked seeing this side of Shiori too, and it gave her no small amount of pride to know that while she wasn’t Shiori’s first in general, she would be the first one to make love to her this way. And if Shiori really had just been mimicking what her past lovers had done to her in the bedroom, then while she may have dated assholes, they had at least known how to treat a woman in the bedroom, and Shiori had been a good learner. But now, Juri wanted to teach her the delights of how two women made love.

“I’ll teach you,” she told her. “Just follow my lead.”

She scooted closer, getting them into position, and both their nether-lips pressed together as if they were kissing. Both of them let out simultaneous moans as their slippery wet flesh mashed together, their legs entangled with each other. Juri laid back and held onto one of Shiori’s legs while propping herself up on her forearm, her eyelids fluttering at the feel of their intimate areas pushing up against each other. She then rocked back and then pressed forward, rolling her hips into Shiori’s.

It was pure bliss. A wave of pleasure raced through her as their genitals rubbed together. She let out a breathy exhale as Shiori whimpered in response. She repeated the motion, receiving another delightful sensation, and watched as a shiver raced through Shiori as she enjoyed it too.

She kept up the rocking motions, keeping hold of Shiori’s leg for leverage while pushing off the bed. After about a minute of this, Shiori began copying her. Both her hands remained on the bed behind her, but she rocked her hips into Juri’s, rolling their nether regions against each other and grinding their groins together. The sensation of their wet, sensitive flesh sliding against each other quickly had them both moaning.

“Oh, God, this feels amazing,” Shiori breathed, her eyelids fluttering in delight. “I’ve never done this before.”

Yes, she’d said as much already, but it still had Juri smiling. And she couldn’t help thinking how, in a way, she was still kind of taking Shiori’s virginity, her tribbing virginity since this was her first time doing this, and she was especially pleased to see how much Shiori was enjoying this and how enthusiastically she was participating.

Their nether-lips continued to slip and slide against each other, their hips sealed together tightly. Both their juices flowed as their wetness increased, making their rubbing flesh even slipperier. Both of their breathing increased, and it wasn’t long before they were both panting. Shiori’s eyes drifted shut as they rocked together, the bed creaking lightly beneath them. Juri, however, kept her eyes on Shiori the entire time, not wanting to miss a single look of pleasure that crossed the violet-haired girl’s face.

One of Shiori’s hands briefly left the bed to run across her damp face, brushing aside the hair sticking to it, and let her head fall back. Juri loved that sight, and allowed her gaze to freely wander over her body. She could still hardly believe that she was finally making love to Shiori like this, feeling as if she had truly been granted the miracle she had prayed for.

Pushing herself up off her forearm, she now sat up while holding herself up with her hand. Releasing Shiori’s leg, she shifted closer and reached out, placing her hand on Shiori’s lower back, pulling the violet-haired girl into her as she pushed off the bed and thrusted her hips forward. Shiori’s head came back up and she opened her eyes as she panted. She shifted closer as well and reached out, placing a hand on Juri’s shoulder. She leaned in and they kissed, their breasts grazing each other as they rocked together.

Breaking apart, they proceeded to push off the bed as they thrusted their hips together, using their holds on each other to aid their movements. Their rocking got faster and became more aggressive, causing the mattress to creak louder and more frequently. The sound was lost though amongst their growing moans, which too became louder and more frequent. Their breathing was coming out in heavy, rapid pants as they shoved their lower bodies together, their nether-regions rubbing against each other so frantically that the sound of wet flesh sliding together could be heard.

“Juri!” Shiori gasped out. “Oh, God, Juri! I never felt like this before!”

“Shiori,” Juri moaned loudly, rolling her hips against the violet-haired girl all the more.

Shiori’s face scrunched up in pleasure, her eyes rolling up slightly as her eyelids fluttered. “I’m getting close… God, Juri, I think I’m going to… Ah, I am… Oh, I’m cumming!”

She threw her head back and let out a mighty wail, releasing Juri’s shoulder to reach behind her to balance with both hands so she wouldn’t fall back. Her whole body began spasming, and Juri felt the release of her lover’s hot fluids rush out and splash against her, bathing her genitals and mixing with her own juices. But as Shiori’s climax caused her arms to grow weak, Juri eased her down onto the bed before releasing her waist.

As Shiori enjoyed her orgasm, Juri was close to hers as well. Taking hold of her legs, she rose above the violet-haired girl and began rapidly rubbing her nether-lips against Shiori’s. Her lover was still lost in her own climax, her head rolling about on her shoulders and her hands twisting the bedsheets in her grasp. Practically squatting over her, Juri went faster and harder, trying to join her lover in bliss. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the ceiling, her lips slightly parted as she rushed to the finish line she felt on the horizon, wanting to find her release before Shiori finished hers.

She finally got there, and her whole body tensed up before all the tension released. She shoved her hips down into Shiori as she bathed her waist in her fluids, a series of loud, broken whimpers and sputtering noises escaping her as she shuddered in orgasm.

Her body grew weak, her muscles melting off her bones. Releasing Shiori’s legs, she eased her trembling body down on top of Shiori’s. The violet-haired girl wrapped her arms around her as she enjoyed the last traces of her orgasm while holding Juri close through hers. The orange-haired girl clung to her as well, resting her head on Shiori’s chest as she breathed heavily.

Her orgasm slowly subsided, but small jerks went through her body every few seconds. Shiori held her the entire time, her hold loving yet possessive. One of her hands ran up and down Juri’s back, pushing around her curtain of hair sticking to it as their entwined legs gently stroked each other. Juri nuzzled her face into Shiori’s breasts, turning her head to press a kiss against one of them.

“That was… incredible…” Shiori panted. She took a long deep breath. “I didn’t think it was possible to feel that way, not with another woman.”

That just made Juri smile, but it also wanted to make her shower the violet-haired girl in even more girl-on-girl pleasure. The thought of all the different ways she could make Shiori’s body squirm in delight only served to cause desire to begin to rise up in her again.

Shifting on top of Shiori, she began placing kisses all across her chest. Meanwhile, one of her hands trailed down Shiori’s arm to take hold of her hand, interlocking their fingers, and brought it up to rest beside Shiori’s head. Her other hand began caressing down her side, slowly making its way between her legs.

Above her, Shiori’s eyes widened. “Again? But we just…”

She trailed off with a breathy sigh as Juri took a nipple into her mouth. “That’s an advantage we women have,” she said around her nipple, “no need for a recovery period.”

Shiori giggled at that. “I could get used to that.”

That made Juri smile. Not so much at Shiori’s joking, but at the implication that this would be a repeated event, and more than once. She wasn’t sure just how serious Shiori had been about the whole giving dating girls a try, but if she hadn’t been serious then, Juri suspected that she would be much more open to it now. And after having experienced making love to her, Juri fully intended to fill that role and to take every opportunity she got to make love to her. And that included right now.

Pushing herself up onto her hands and knees, she began kissing her way down Shiori’s body. As she did so, she slowly turned around in the process so she was facing Shiori’s feet. She resumed kissing her way downward, moving to straddle her backwards. She then picked up the violet-haired girl’s leg and began kissing and nuzzling her calf. She kissed down to Shiori’s ankle and over the top of her foot to her big toe, causing her to let out a ticklish squeal of laughter in response.

Smiling at her lover’s reaction, she placed her foot back on the bed, but did so in a way that left Shiori’s leg bent at the knee. She then lifted Shiori’s other leg and bent that one too, spreading them apart. Then she bent over, sticking her face between them so her face was right in front of Shiori’s pussy.

She immediately went to work, using her tongue to clean the area of their combined fluids that had soaked Shiori’s groin and inner thighs. She settled down on top of Shiori without resting her weight on her, letting her breasts press against her abdomen. And once she had licked clean Shiori’s nether region, she went about making a mess of her again.

Reaching between her legs, she spread Shiori wide, and then began running her fingers along her labia. Behind her, she heard Shiori let out a delightful mumble. Just beneath her nose, the violet-haired girl’s clit was exposed, and Juri began flicking it with her tongue as she began exploring her love tunnel with her fingers. Shiori made more pleased sounds, the very ones Juri was after, and then she inserted two fingers into her at once. Shiori nearly arched off the bed, but with Juri practically laying on top of her like she was, the violet-haired girl was held down.

Thrusting her two fingers in and out of Shiori’s love channel, she began seeking out the same treasure her lover had found in her earlier, all the while continuing to stimulate her clit with her tongue. But it seemed that Shiori wasn’t willing to allow Juri to outdo her in this. Taking hold of Juri’s waist, she pulled her closer, gently stroking her rear end. Then Juri felt Shiori spread her wide before she felt her tongue enter her.

Juri whimpered at the sensation, but did not let it distract her. In fact, she doubled her own efforts by putting her calligraphy skills to the test, using her tongue to begin spelling things out over Shiori’s clit. The violet-haired girl really seemed to enjoy that, but she too didn’t let it distract her, and the two proceeded to pleasure each other in the sixty-nine position.

But Juri was a woman on a mission, and she continued to seek out her lover’s G-spot, giving her as much pleasure as she could along the way in the process. Shiori made it difficult though as she too pleasured Juri in return, often causing the orange-haired girl to lift her head in a loud gasp before she resumed her search.

Shiori, meanwhile, was already putting her exploration to use. Keeping Juri spread wide with one hand, she attached her mouth to her, licking and probing her inner walls, and all the while, she thrusted a finger in and out of her, rubbing it over her special spot each time. But as the delightful tingling sensations spread across Juri’s body from its source between her legs, she refused to let herself be distracted.

Suddenly, she hit a spot in Shiori that made her let out what sounded like a startled, mewling sound, and she jumped slightly beneath Juri. The orange-haired girl paused here before exploring the area some more. She made Shiori jolt again when she touched the same spot she thought she had hit before, and then tested it again, making Shiori whimper.

A smile spread across Juri’s face. “Looks like I found your spot too. Now I can return the favor from earlier.”

“I’ll still win,” Shiori shot back challengingly, and then buried her face into Juri’s body, eating her for all she was worth.

A delightful shiver went through Juri at the sensation. This was one activity she didn’t mind competing with the violet-haired girl at. And so, she lowered her head and put her tongue skills to work while exploiting her new discovery inside Shiori.

Small jerks went through both girls and whimpers and occasional gasps escaped them as they competed to get their lover to the finish line first. Shiori had a slight advantage though, having discovered Juri’s special spot first, she had been able to get the orange-haired girl further along. But Juri did her best to catch up, and it wasn’t long before she had Shiori loudly panting against her, her hot breath blowing against her wet skin, making her shiver.

It wasn’t enough though, and after a few minutes of competing, Shiori managed to bring her to orgasm. Juri lifted her head out from between her legs and let out a broken cry as she trembled all over, seeing stars explode behind her eyes. She didn’t let that deter her though, and immediately buried her face in Shiori’s groin again the moment she had regained enough control of her autonomy.

She latched her mouth onto Shiori’s slit, inserting her tongue as deep as she could, and began swirling it around, humming against her while shaking her head side to side. Shiori must not have been too far behind her, because her head fell back against the pillow and she let out a series of loud moans before practically screaming, and then she too was cumming, and Juri took the utmost pride in the thought that while Shiori had gotten her off first, she had managed to bring her to orgasm right after her, despite the advantage Shiori had had over her.

But she wasn’t satisfied, not yet; she’d waited far too long to have Shiori in her bed. She wanted to pull one more orgasm out of her. And so, as the violet-haired girl continued to jerk about, Juri slid off her and crawled to the other end of the bed, her own limbs still quivering. Turning around, she took hold of Shiori’s own shaking legs and threw them over her shoulders, much like the violet-haired girl had done to her earlier.

Enough awareness seemed to return to Shiori for her to lift her head and look down at her. “Juri, what…?” she mumbled.

But Juri just buried her face between her legs again. Shiori’s head once again hit the pillow as more loud moans escaped her. Her hands grabbed said pillow on either side of her head, yanking at it from both sides as she practically humped the orange-haired girl’s face.

Juri was relentless. With one hand, she held Shiori open while flicking her finger over her clit. Her other hand thrusted her middle and index finger into her repeatedly while between her two hands, Juri licked up and down her slit. Shiori was still clearly overly-sensitive from her previous orgasm not having fully subsided, and quivers soon wracked her body as her heels ran up and down Juri’s back.

It really didn’t take long at all due to how sensitive she was, and Shiori’s hips were rising off the bed as she screamed out yet another orgasm less than a minute after Juri had changed positions. One of her hands released the pillow and began pounding her fist down on the mattress beside her. The hand still holding the pillow ripped it out from beneath her head and flung it off the bed before suddenly slapping over her sweaty forehead as her back repeatedly arched off the bed again and again.

When her orgasm came to an end, she collapsed on the bed, panting heavily. Her legs trembled as they rested on Juri’s shoulders as she lifted her face out from between them, enjoying her taste as she licked the last traces of it from her lips. She then, almost reluctantly, removed Shiori’s legs from her shoulders and crawled up the bed to lay down beside her, resting her head on the pillow as she stared at her lover.

Shiori continued to breathe heavily, but slowly her panting regulated. She cracked open her eyes and turned to look at Juri lying beside her, her purple orbs shining with emotions and unshed tears. Then she turned on her side, reaching for Juri, and the orange-haired girl gathered her in her arms. Shiori’s arms went around her as well as they embraced tightly, their breasts pressing together and their legs entwining. They kissed desperately, frantically, pouring everything they felt into their kiss, trying to get as close as possible, as if they could sink into each other.

Finally though, their deep, passion-filled kisses tampered off into sweet, chaste kisses before finally coming to an end. Breaking apart, they stared into each other’s eyes for a few seconds before Shiori practically buried her face in the crook of Juri’s neck. “Oh, Juri. I so wished you’d told me you still felt this way about me. I understand that you didn’t want to open old wounds, but just think of all the time we could have saved.”

A deep sigh escaped Juri as she held Shiori tightly, never wanting to let her go. “It wasn’t just opening old wounds, Shiori. I didn’t think you wanted to be with me. After you found my locket all those years ago, you knew what my feelings were. But you certainly didn’t act like someone who wanted to be with me. And then there was everything with Ruka. And after that, when you joined the fencing club and we made up and became friends again, you never brought it up. I took that as a rejection, that you only wanted to be friends. So I just let it go and didn’t bring it up.” She hesitated a moment, her arms tightening around Shiori. “Or, I tried to let it go, but my feelings never faded, even if I moved past them. So I didn’t bring up what I thought was already concluded.”

This time it was Shiori who let out a long, drawn-out sigh, her warm breath blowing against Juri’s chest. “God, I was such a stupid little girl back then. I made so many mistakes, did so many horrible things. Looking back on it now, I can’t believe that girl was once me. And it took having Ruka be cruel to me and losing you to make me realize how foolish and cruel I was.”

“Shiori…” Juri breathed.

The violet-haired girl lifted her head to look at Juri before pressing a kiss to her lips. “No more secrets. You were honest with me about your feelings, now it’s my turn to be honest with you. And the truth is, I love you, Juri.”

Those words struck Juri like an arrow through the heart, and she actually felt the beating organ skip one or two beats in her chest. She stared at Shiori with eyes wide in stunned disbelief, certain she had to have heard her wrong.

Seeing the shock on her face, Shiori gave her a loving smile before reaching up and stroking Juri’s cheek. “It’s true, Juri. You may find that hard to believe, but I do, I always have, maybe even longer than you’ve loved me.”

Now that Juri did find hard to believe. “But… back before you moved overseas–”

“Shh,” Shiori shushed her gently, placing two fingers to her lips to silence her before fully embracing her once more. “If you’re referring to when I stole the boy I thought you loved, yes, I did have some feelings for him, but that wasn’t the only reason. The real reason was because I knew he loved you, and I thought you loved him too. And I didn’t want anyone to take you from me. So I told him you were in love with someone else and took him for myself so he wouldn’t pursue you.”

Leaning forward, Juri rested her damp forehead against Shiori’s. “Well, it turns out you were right about that.”

Shiori emitted a lamenting sound. “Yes, but I never thought it would be me. I always saw you as so much better than me; after all, everyone else did. There were even times that I thought you were only friends with me because you pitied me. I hated that. It made me so angry, and even made me want to hurt you. I loved you so much, but thought you could never love someone as lowly as me, someone you looked down on and were so much better than. I felt powerless in your presence, like you could crush me or elevate me at your fancy. That’s why I viewed the person who fell in love as the loser, because they were at the mercy of the one they fell in love with, where so much of their happiness depended on them.”

Her arms around Juri tightened as she hugged her so tightly Juri almost couldn’t breathe. Juri said nothing about it though as she hung onto every word the violet-haired girl spoke.

“That’s why I acted the way I did when I found your locket,” Shiori continued. “When I realized that I was the one you really loved, I felt like I was now the one with the power over you. And as long as I had that power, I could keep you with me forever, and I would never have to lose you. But I still viewed you as better than me, as did others. So I tried to drag you down to my level. I felt that if we were on the same level that maybe we could be together, but at the same time, I felt that if I did that, because of what it would take to get our relationship there, that our love would ultimately end. So I settled for simply keeping you with me under my heel.”

She looked up at her with sad eyes. “That’s why I never addressed your feelings afterwards, Juri. Because I thought that after all the horrible things I did, I thought you had fallen out of love with me, and that was why you never made a move on me after I discovered your feelings. After all, it did seem like you were done with me after that. You even tried to convince Ruka to take me back after he dumped me. I didn’t see how you could ask that of him if you still loved me.”

This surprised Juri a bit. She hadn’t been aware that Shiori had found out that she had requested of Ruka to get back together with her. “I did it because I wanted you to be happy. You were so miserable after he dumped you. I just wanted to take your pain away, even if I hated seeing you with him and I thought he was a total scumbag.” She sighed. “That was wrong of me to do. I apologize.”

Shiori shook her head. “No, don’t apologize. You were right, he was an asshole. I should have listened to you when you tried to warn me about him. But I thought you hated me at that point after what I had done, so I convinced myself that you were just trying to destroy the happiness I thought I had found with him. But no matter how much I loved him, I still loved you more, even though I thought you were lost to me. Regardless, the reason I clung to my relationship with him so desperately was because I thought he was all that I had left after I thought I lost you.”

Juri inhaled as the full truth of the matter hit her. “So, all this time, you thought that…?”

“You only saw me as a friend after we made up,” Shiori finished for her. “And I’ve been trying to fill the void by dating all these boys who ended up being awful. Who knows, maybe subconsciously I wanted all those relationships go fail.”

Juri nuzzled into Shiori’s hair. “I have to admit, I hated seeing you date them, and couldn’t help but secretly be glad every time one of your relationships ended.”

“Ouch. But I guess I deserved that. After all, I didn’t tell you the truth either. Or, rather, I kept it from you.” She let out a chuckle. “It seems we both failed to uphold our pact of no longer keeping secrets from each other. Guess we both need to work on that some more.”

“Not necessarily since everything is now out in the open for us both.” Which reminded Juri. “Speaking of which, you never answered my question.”

Shiori looked up at her questioningly, but a few seconds later, Juri saw understanding cross her face, and she gave the orange-haired girl a serious look. “No, Juri, I don’t want to go out with you.”

Her words were like a bucket of ice water being poured over her, and Juri felt her heart freeze in her chest. After everything they had just done, everything they had just said, was Shiori really rejecting her, even after having confessed her own love?

But then a joyful smile spread across Shiori’s face as she cupped Juri’s cheek. “I want so much more than that. I don’t just want to go out with you, I want to be your girlfriend, your lover, your one and only, forever. And I want you to be mine.”

The cold instantly thawed, and it was like the sun was finally breaking through the clouds to light up what had once been a dark, barren wasteland devoid of life and light. Reaching up, Juri grasped Shiori’s hand that was cupping her cheek, bringing it to her lips and kissing her knuckles. “I’ve always been yours, Shiori. My heart has always belonged to you, and it always will.”

If possible, Shiori’s smile grew even wider. “And mine has always been yours, even when I was in previous relationships, it still belonged to you.”

Juri couldn’t believe it. Finally, finally, after all this time, all these years of waiting and wanting, of pain and turmoil, of hoping and praying, at long last, Shiori was finally hers. Inexpressible joy and love filled Juri, to the point where she feared that her heart would burst from it. Shiori was hers. She was hers! She had finally gotten her miracle, and now that she had her, she would never let her go.

With tears of joy filling her eyes, Juri leaned in and kissed her. Shiori met her halfway, her own eyes filled with her own joyful tears. They kissed long and hard, pouring all their love into each other. And when they came apart, they both stared at each other with the biggest smiles on their faces.

“I love you, Shiori,” Juri told her.

“I love you, Juri,” Shiori replied, looking just as happy as Juri felt. Then she let out a giggle and gave her a knowing look. “Hey, now that we’re together, what do you say we push our beds together to make one big one for us both to share.”

Juri couldn’t help but giggle at that as well. She definitely liked that idea. “I can certainly get on board with that. But just so you know, now that everything is out in the open and I don’t need to hide how I feel anymore, I should tell you that I only wear a nightgown for your sake. I actually prefer to sleep naked.”

Shiori’s cheeks colored at those words, but she let out another giggle, her smile widening. “That’s perfectly fine with me. Because you know what,” she brought her lips up to Juri’s ear to whisper seductively into it, “so do I.”

THE END

(A/N: Phew, is it hot in here, or is it just them? But yeah, all kidding aside, I'm pretty satisfied with how this one turned out. It's only my third girl/girl lemon story, so I suppose I was still sharpening my skills with this genre, but hey, let me know what you think.)