“Sugoi desu ne…” Aiko couldn’t help but extend her admiration. “You’re a wife and mother and still a professor?”
“Not just a professor, Aiko-san. She’s chair of the German department.” Takeshi’s smile lit up the room.
“Chair!”
“Yes, I’m very fortunate.” Mrs. Ishida maintained eye contact with Aiko, which made her glance away. “I suppose not many women get to have both children and careers. I couldn’t do it without my husband’s help.”
Aiko tried to hide her shock. Although fathers becoming involved with their children’s lives was increasingly common, the main duties of schooling, extracurricular activities, and general parenting still fell to the mother. Women often quit their jobs when having their first child, let alone a second. The pressure to become a “good wife, wise mother” didn’t stop at blue collar jobs, either – Aiko knew plenty of former businesswomen, talented artists, and politicians who retired to follow the siren’s song of homemaking and childrearing. Yet again Aiko couldn’t imagine there were men who offered an alternative. When Takeshi asked the other couples how they managed their work and children, they all said that they were either grown enough to take care of themselves or had grandparents waiting to shower them with time and affection. Even my mother would only watch my child for a time… More likely Junko would give it ice cream and then punt it back in Aiko’s direction, whilst chiding her for not paying it more attention.
“Do you have children, Aiko-san?” Mrs. Ishida asked.
She held her hands up and shook her head. “No…no, I don’t.”
“You’re looking at a fun and free woman here.” Takeshi winked in Aiko’s direction. “You live with a roommate who takes care of you while you do your own thing, don’t you?”
“Erm, yes…”
“Now there’s an interesting situation,” another woman said. “I don’t believe I’ve heard of something like that before with people our age.”
People our age. Forty. Like Aiko needed to be reminded of that.
She thought she would face the last of her pride at that moment, until Takeshi got up and unveiled a large bottle of wine. The academics raised their glasses for a toast. Even Aiko joined in, and admitted the first sip of silky red did everything to ease her nerves. It relaxed everyone else as well, and soon the barriers of social class came down and Aiko spoke to them as if she truly were their equal. They listened to her, bantered with her, and offered more reading recommendations with an invitation to join their reading groups at her alma mater. One of the other English professors offered her to come and sit in one of his classes and maybe lead a discussion on a book of her choosing. It all overwhelmed her like morning fog in a harbor.
Why are they treating me like this? A far cry from the other middle-class housewives in her neighborhood, who looked on her with pity for being childless and living with a butch woman. A further cry from Reina, who wasn’t much for stimulating conversation and some days only treated her wife as a housewife to step all over. Aiko wasn’t used to being treated as an intellectual equal. And she was so underqualified when compared to everyone else! They have it all. Good looks, good education, good jobs, and good lives. They got to have children if they wanted without it affecting them, especially the women. When Aiko accepted another serving of wine from Takeshi, she caught a glimpse of contentment on his face.
She could get used to this. She could get used to this kind of life.
* * *
Not two seconds after passing through the bedroom door, Reina was on her back on Jun’s giant bed.
That didn’t take long. Reina didn’t expect it to. Throughout dinner Jun had made less than covert passes at her beneath tablecloths, including a direct grab to the crotch while promising a long, perilous night once they got upstairs to her guest room. Although Jun was usually wound up in Reina’s presence, she admitted it had never been so intense like this from the get-go. Now with the other butch ripping off her jacket and straddling Reina’s waist, it seemed sex was more imminent than the latter planned.
“Reina-san…” Jun yanked on her lover’s dinner jacket, hips grinding together as she bit her bottom lip. “You have no idea how much I’ve missed you like this.”
She snorted. “You had your chance last month and blew it. Not my fault you decided to go home with a foreigner.” And Chloe, of all people. She wasn’t bad to look at, but she wasn’t anything special either.
Jun rolled her eyes and sat up. From that angle Reina could see the full outline of her breasts. They were almost as nice to look at as Haruka’s. Almost. “Oh, that.” Jun began unbuttoning her blouse slowly enough to taunt the woman between her legs. Please don’t be wearing a bra. Please don’t be wearing a bra. Jun confessed she didn’t like wearing bras, although often did for work situations. Reina knew she had been at a conference earlier that day, but hoped against hope that she would have changed before meeting for dinner. Please don’t be wearing a bra.
She wasn’t.
“That American was fun.” Jun’s breasts were more beautiful than her red hair to Reina’s weary eyes. She shed her blouse and remained atop her lover, half-nude. “Your wife seemed upset about something that night, so I figured it was more pertinent that you stay with her. As for me, well, your presence was greatly missed, but I don’t get to fuck foreigners often, even in my business.” She grinded her pelvis against Reina’s, the hunger for sex in her eyes.
She’s going to burst before I can get naked. “And how was she?”
Hands pushed aside Reina’s jacket so they could feel up her cotton blouse. Beneath such a touch Reina’s nipples rose to attention, not that Jun could see them – or feel them, probably. “Good. There’s a lot to be said about young foreigners going buck wild during sex.”
Reina raised one eyebrow. “Did you fuck her in English?”
Jun laughed. “I forget most languages besides dirty Japanese when I’m in mid-coitus.”
Reina’s entire torso rose up to meet her. “Me too.”
“I’d like to hear some of it.”
Unfortunately they were both quiet lovers in the early stages of sex, outside of grunts, groans, and moans. But at least those were all loud enough to wake the dead at the nearby cemetery. Too bad all the straight fucks in this hotel can’t hear us. Reina flung Jun onto the bed and jumped on top of her with enough force to knock the wind out of them.
That’s how it was between them. Jun filled Reina’s sexual needs much in the same way she filled hers. However, Jun was not Reina’s everyday type – although a reba, or a lesbian who moved between sub and domme as the mood struck her, Reina found her lover’s masculine leanings off-putting enough to disturb her at times. It didn’t matter that Jun looked to Reina to be her sexual savior and begged her to dominate her, sometimes in near-humiliating ways. Reina still saw her as a butch, and that toyed with her own gender identity – whatever that was. Femmes are so much easier. But there was a psychological power in getting a masculine-looking woman to use a high voice and willingly throw herself into submissive positions. Better than Reina doing it. She could barely act submissive around her wife, although that ability was becoming easier the longer she went to therapy.
“Fuck, yes!” Jun strangled Reina as the latter slipped her hand into a pair of tight dress pants. “Fuck me!”
How the hell did she get so wet so fast? Reina forgot that it mattered the moment she plunged two of her fingers into the depths of Jun’s omanko. The heat ensnaring her digits as she curved them into the familiar folds of another woman made her heart race. It made Jun’s legs jerk in the air.
After more dry humping, finger fucking, and kissing once they remembered that was a thing as well, Reina found herself devoid of most of her clothing and Jun wrapped around her like a nymph. She has enough energy for the both of us. At least until Jun reminded Reina of what she had brought with her, and how much she desired that.
Even while Reina fought with her strap-on, Jun was still clawing at her li
ke a rabid wolf. It’s like she never gets laid. Reina knew that was bullshit. Last she heard Jun had some girlfriend in Nagoya who should have been fulfilling all her needs. But that girlfriend isn’t me, is she? She finished tightening her straps and pushed the handsy woman back onto the bed.
Out of all her lovers, Jun was the one who responded the best to what Reina offered between her legs, silicone or not. She groaned loudly, shouted epithets, and locked her legs around Reina’s hips as if she would somehow run away before the deed was done. And from the other end…! As much as Reina enjoyed fucking her wife, there was something more hedonistic about the way she slipped so easily inside Jun and got her off faster than a car pursued by the police. She’s exhausting. But there was nothing more satisfying than hearing that happy, pealing voice calling her the best fuck she ever had. Reina wouldn’t contest it.
Finally, after what seemed a tumultuous round in the sack, Jun froze in Reina’s arms and lost her voice. By the undulations coursing beneath her as her cock was swallowed into the abyss of another woman’s orgasm, Reina figured she was due for a break anytime soon. That was slow coming as well, for Jun took her sweet time pulsing against Reina’s pelvis whilst staring at the back of her eyelids, mouth agape.
“Fuck!” she called again, slamming her head so hard into her pillow that it shot off the bed. Reina tumbled after her into an awkwardly prostrate position “Oh, no, no, don’t you move.” She kept her legs locked around her lover. Breath, hard and unsteady, pounded out of Jun’s chest like Reina had pounded her only a minute before.
“Are you done already?” she chided, her nose nestling into the groove of Jun’s shoulder.
“Fuck no. Ten more minutes and I’ll be good to go again.” Jun smiled, hands clasped around Reina’s head as they forced her to look up into flushed cheeks and tussled hair. “Shit, I needed that.” Her breathing became steadier as the minute wore on.
Me too. All the talk earlier with her therapist about her progress in the battle against gender dysphoria had only riled up the “man” part inside her. Usually Aiko’s omanko got the brunt of the aftermath, but Jun’s worked too. A leg bent upwards, allowing the phallus around her waist to push a little farther inside Jun. She moaned as if they were about to do it again.
“You really like that, huh?”
Jun’s eyes opened. “What? Your cock inside me?”
Reina tried not to blanch at her candor. “Yes.” She could feel the lingering heat of Jun’s omanko pushing into her hips. Reina still had yet to have her own orgasm, and that was not helping her desire to start rocking into her lover again.
Jun clutched Reina’s shoulders with sweaty hands tapered with long fingers. The longest I’ve ever seen. Every time Reina looked at them or felt them entwined with her own, she wondered what it would feel like to have them inside her. But she had only recently started letting Aiko finger her again, let alone another woman who didn’t fully understand her gender issues. Fucking reba. “I really like it,” the redhead said with a soft voice. “Feeling you inside me makes me happy.”
“Me.” For a year, Reina sometimes needed to assure herself her phallus was “real,” that it was a part of her body and she could feel everything it encountered, including the depths of other women. Jun knew that, to an extent. The first time they shared this hotel room alone she told Jun as much as she could about her gender dysphoria. “It’s not real, you know.”
“But it’s attached to you, so it’s real enough for me.” Jun smiled and pinched one of Reina’s cheeks. “Trust me when I say, after five boyfriends long ago, you’re the best with a cock. And it always stays hard!”
That was almost enough to make Reina pull out and wretch. The last thing she wanted to imagine was Jun being fucked by a man, let alone five of them. “I can’t do other things with it.”
“Thank God. Last thing I want is to get pregnant.”
“Well, there’s other things, too.” Reina also did not need reminding that she could not give her wife one of the things she really wanted. To my advantage.
“Oh?” Jun pursed her lips. “Oh. That. You do it. In your own way.” She pulled Reina’s head down for a kiss, their lips surging together as their tongues fought for leverage. “That actually sounds really good right now.”
Here came that purr in her voice. Usually when they did it like this, they already passed the dirtier stages of Jun’s kinkier, submissive side. “Do you like it because it’s not a man’s?”
“Fuck that. I never let any of my exes do that to me. It’s only hot when you do it.” Jun shifted herself, eyes snapping shut as she rearranged the phallus inside her. I should fuck her again right now. “I like it when you claim me as yours.”
“Do you like it because you like me, or because you like how I dominate you?”
That whimsical visage disappeared, replaced by creasing bows. “Why can’t it be both? I partly like you because of the way you dominate me. You know how I am.” Jun drew her fingers along Reina’s chin.
Yes, I know. Jun was a classic case of an overworked woman who liked to hand off power in the bedroom. By day she was a busy hotel manager for a high-class chain, the kind who always barked orders and demanded extra obedience on account of being a woman playing in a man’s world. Jun admitted as much. She liked it when women dominated her in the bedroom and let her succumb to mindless sex that was both refreshing and psychologically relieving. In the beginning Reina had taken Jun’s butch appearance as a sign that she would one day try to dominate her in the bedroom, but her lover had sworn she never would – unless asked. Thus far Reina had never asked for any woman to dominate her outside of her wife. I wonder what Ai-chan is doing right now. Something about dinner at a friend’s, whoever it was.
“Do it to me like that.” Jun’s voice became both huskier and more feminine at the same time, a combination lulling Reina into one of her strongest trances. “I want to feel like I belong to you.” She raised her head and nipped Reina’s earlobe. “Don’t make me beg, Reina-san.”
That was an invitation for Reina to make her beg.
And beg she did, for a long, drawn out time. Reina teased her with her phallus, slowly easing it in and out, a motion intense enough to make Jun writhe in pent-up arousal. Eventually she pulled out of her completely and focused on providing what she begged for. No one really belongs to me. But there was an edge of role-playing to what they did. Jun got her kinky domination, and Reina had her ego stroked while she literally poured herself on another woman, marking her with both scent and texture. No one really belongs to me, but in the animal kingdom she would be a top contender right now. Reina never admitted it out loud, but soaking her butch lover got her off on a power trip rivaling only plowing her wife from behind.
When it was finished, or at least when Reina could give no more without drowning her lover, Jun was dripping wet from brow to knee. Fluids not of her orifice dribbled from her lips and ran up her nostrils, her hands pushing more away from her eyes as she laughed in delight. Reina’s hand was likewise covered from stimulating herself into this situation. If only it made me orgasm. Her body was beginning to tire, but her brain begged for liberation.
Jun drew her down into a wet and warm embrace. “Fuck me,” she said.
Reina did.
Her thrusts were hard enough to make Jun release feminine wails Reina doubted were ever heard in her lover’s daily life. I wonder if she gets it like this with her other girlfriend. From what she understood, that girl from Nagoya was also a reba, which meant she and Jun probably sat around arguing over who was going to go first. Not here. It was a given that Reina would soak her and fuck her until her omanko couldn’t take anymore. It feels so good. Jun’s breasts grinding against Reina’s chest, her voice crying out into the air, legs shaking on either side as the phallus penetrated her again and again…it all fed into Reina’s need to dominate, like it exuded from Jun’s need to submit.
Sometimes Reina thought she had no greater sexual match. Not even Aiko, although
she brought romance and deep, unwavering love, which was more important. Most days.
“Yamenaide!” Jun flung herself onto her back and succumbed to lashing against Reina’s body as if she received the greatest fuck of her life. In that moment she was a beautiful femme goddess, curves highlighted in Reina’s aieki and voice echoing in an uncontrolled soprano. Reina was envious that she could indulge her femme side so naturally.
Eventually that ended too, finishing with Reina’s loud grunt of approval as she rolled off her lover. Jun heaved heavy breaths and curled up against Reina’s arm.
“Subarashii…” She drew lazy circles on Reina’s chest, forehead pushing into shoulder. “That was perfect.”
Reina snorted. “Better than the annoying foreigner?”
“Much. You know what I like and need. I feel like a spoiled princess in bed with you.”
“Princess, huh?” Didn’t get much girlier than that.
“Nee, Reina-san,” Jun said with a renewed smile. “Stay the night with me. I want to feel myself in your arms all night.”
Synapses resumed in Reina’s brain as she tried to figure that out. She had promised Aiko she would be home before the last train, but Jun’s insatiable need for cuddling could go on for hours. The way she slipped between unbridled fuckfest to the world of affection exhausted Reina. “I don’t know if I can,” she finally replied. “My wife is expecting me home tonight.” And when she thought about it, wound up but still orgasm-less Reina considered a subsequent round in bed with Aiko a perfect end to the night. She’ll get me off. She knew how they would do it. I want what she had. Reina’s therapist would gloat to hear it.
Jun kissed her lover’s arm. “Then call her and get her permission to spoon and fuck me all night. It wouldn’t be the first time we did it like that.”
Reina wondered if her phone had survived the perilous disrobing from earlier. It remained in her jacket pocket somewhere on the floor. “I’ll call her, but don’t expect anything.”
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