Title: Revelation
Name: J.P. Jones
E-Mail Address: jp8man@ykt0.attnet.or.jp
Rating: H
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NOBODY expects the Spanish Inquisition!!

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        This is a lemon work; if depictions of graphic sex are illegal
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the rights or intellectual property of their creator, Takeuchi Naoko.
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Author’s Notes
        Fair warning, don't expect Tolstoy here.  I wrote this in a bit
of a rush, as I was preparing to move at the time (besdies, it's a
lemon, so don't tell me you're reading it for the plot).
Constructive criticism and points of errata are welcome; flames will
be torn up and sold as tamagotchi bedding.
        Now, having said my piece...submitted for your approval.
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Revelation
      by J.P. Jones

        Ami rose to answer the door, wondering who could have knocked.
Her parents had left for a weekend seminar earlier that day, and she
was taking advantage of the quiet.  She crossed the family room and
smoothed the tan fabric of her slacks with an annoyed sigh.  The
unexpected guest had interrupted her favorite part of 'War and Peace'.
'This had better be important,' she thought crossly.
        The slight frown faded into a smile as the door opened to reveal
Makoto.  The tall auburn haired girl was wearing a dark green
turtleneck and black, knee-length skirt.  Her arms were cradling a
pair of schoolbooks and she grinned at Ami.  "Hi, Ami-chan.  Are you
ready to start?"
        "Start?"  Ami stared blankly at Makoto, wondering what on earth
she could be referring to.  After a moment, the memory clicked and she
gasped quietly.  "Oh, I'd forgotten -- you had that extra project for
science.  I'm sorry...please, come in."  She stepped aside to admit
her friend and closed the door after her.  Makoto stopped to remove
her shoes and followed Ami into the family room.  The ersatz hostess
gestured to the couch.  "Go ahead and sit down; I'll go get my books.
Would you like something from the kitchen?"
        Makoto set her books on the glass-topped table in the center of
the room and tucked a stray strand of hair behind one ear.  "I
wouldn't mind some water, if it's no trouble."  Ami smiled and nodded
as she walked down the short hallway to her room.  She reappeared
briefly with a thick book under one arm and crossed into the dining
room.  The sound of clinking glassware was followed by a *glurpglurp*
of water being poured.  After a short interval of silence, Ami
reappeared with the glass in one hand and the massive volume under the
other.  She handed the drink to Makoto and sat on the opposite end of
the couch.
        "I'm really very sorry, Mako-chan," Ami said as she laid the
book before her on the cushion.  "My parents left town this afternoon,
and I've been so busy helping them get ready since I got home from
school your project just slipped out.  By the time they were ready to
go, all I could think about was relaxing with a good book."
        Makoto smiled and waved in a dismissive gesture.  "Don't let it
bother you, Ami-chan.  I'm just grateful for your help; my grade
really needs the boost."  She cocked her head and studied her friend.
"When did you buy that sweater?  I've never seen you wear it before."
        Ami looked down at herself and fingered the dark blue knit.  The
garment was loose fitting, with a high collar and sleeves that nearly
covered Ami's delicate hands.  It was joined in the middle by a row of
matching pearlescent buttons.  "I didn't buy it.  It was a birthday
gift, from my aunt."
        "It looks beautiful on you.  The shade matches your hair so
well."
        Ami turned her head slightly and a faint blush appeared on her
cheeks.  "Thanks, Mako-chan."  She opened the book in front of her and
stretched her arms out over her head.  "Now, where is it that you want
to start?"

        Makoto sighed and rubbed the bridge of her nose.  They'd been
studying for the past two hours and she was still struggling to
remember.  "Next is...silver, and the symbol is, uhm, Ag, right?"  Ami
nodded and Makoto sighed again, this time in relief.  "I'm starting to
understand why Usagi-chan is so bad at this stuff."
        "Well, you're not quite as poor a student as her," Ami laughed.
Turning serious, she propped her elbow on the back of the couch and
rested her head on the heel of her hand.  "But you do seem distracted,
Mako-chan.  Is something the matter?"  The moment the words came out
of her mouth, Ami realized she had hit on something.  Makoto tensed
and looked at the floor.  She bit her lower lip and her hands twisted
at the hem of her skirt.  Ami scooted forward and laid a hand on
Makoto's arm.  She felt her friend jump at her touch.  "Mako-chan?
What is it?"
        Feeling the warmth of Ami's hand on her forearm, Makoto was
paralyzed by indecision for what felt like an eternity.  Finally, she
took a deep breath and steeled herself.  "Ami-chan...I..."  _Oh, come
on, just do it!_ she chided herself.  "I didn't want to come here just
to work on my project.  There’s something more important, something I
could only say to you alone."  Makoto reached over and took Ami’s hand
from her arm.  She held it in both of her own, gently caressing the
fingers.  "For a long time, I’ve wondered how to put it into words, or
if I’d ever be brave enough to tell you.  I know we’ve all become
close friends since we started fighting as senshi, but I feel
something more."  With one last deep, shaky breath, Makoto took took
the fateful step.  She closed her eyes, placed a delicate kiss on
Ami’s palm, and whispered words came out in a rush.  "I love you, more
than anything, and I want to be with you in every way possible."
        Ami sat, stunned into immobility.  Makoto’s confession was
simply too much to absorb at once.  Makoto’s eyes opened, verdant and
sparkling with the beginnings of tears and a glimmer of hope.
Instinctively, Ami’s hand pulled back and covered her mouth.  She
watched as the hope was snuffed from her friend’s eyes, and her face
began to fall.  Her gaze broke from Ami’s and she hurriedly began
picking up her books.  "I-I’m sorry, Ami, that was stupid of me, I
should never have...have come here," she stammered.  Her face was
flushed crimson as Makoto scrambled for her books and stood from the
couch.  She was nearly to the entryway before Ami found her voice.
        "Mako-chan, wait,please," she murmured, her voice barely more
than a whisper.  Her paralysis broke with the words and she turned to
face Makoto.  The redhead stood before the doorway leading out to the
front.  Her shoulders were shaking visibly, and white-tipped fingers
held the books in her arms.  Ami moved from the couch and stopped
behind her friend.  She reached a hand out to turn Makoto to face her,
but the other girl resisted.  Ami pulled more insistently, and this
time her efforts were partially successful.  Although Makoto still
wouldn’t look at her, Ami could now see the tracks of the few tears
that had escaped.  Her heart wrenched; slowly, carefully, she lifted a
hand to Makoto’s face and wiped at the hot moisture.
        The brush of Ami’s fingers on her face caused Makoto to turn
toward the blue haired girl.  Ami’s hand shifted to the other side of
her face and dried that cheek as well.  Having finished her task, the
shorter girl tugged the books free from Makoto’s now-slack grasp and
stepped away to set them on the couch.  She returned to her previous
position and held her friend’s eyes with her own.  "You startled me,
very much, Mako-chan.  But I can see how you may have...misunderstood
my reaction, and I’m sorry for that."  Reading the puzzlement in her
face, Ami gave a tiny smile and took Makoto’s hands.  "I never said
‘no’."
        Puzzlement was briefly replaced by shock, which then faded into
a sort of neutral hope.  "D’you...I mean, you really...really want
to?"
        Ami leaned in toward Makoto, pushing herself up on tiptoe until
their faces were millimeters apart.  Makoto could feel her hot breath
tickling her cheek, the scent of soap, shampoo and a trace of perfume
filling her nose.  "What do you think?" Ami whispered.  With that, she
closed the distance and their lips met.
        Makoto felt a weight dissolve from her heart.  Reveling in the
feel of the kiss, she cautiously probed forward with her tongue.
She’d never tried that with a guy, but the turn of events was so
unreal already it hardly seemed to matter.  Ami’s lips resisted at
first, unsure, but after a second they parted and her own tongue
darted forward to meet Makoto’s.  The muscles danced and twined with
each other, as the pair stood, motionless save for their mouths.
        They remained poised there, touching only at hands and lips.
Finally, after what seemed an eternity, Ami relented to the growing
stiffness in her calves and lowered herself to the ground, breaking
the kiss.  She bit her lower lip and looked up at Makoto.  "Do you
feel better, Mako-chan?"  Unable to bring herself around to speaking
just yet, the other simply nodded and smiled.  "That’s good to know,"
Ami continued, returning the smile.  "Now, if we’re going to...
proceed...then maybe we should go to my room."  She released one hand
and turned to lead her friend and newfound lover to her bedroom.
"My parents aren’t due back for two days, but you never know."  They
left the living room and traveled the short distance down the hallway
to Ami’s door.  She walked Makoto to the foot of the bed, turning and
closing the door behind her.  They faced each other once again. "So,
uhm, what do we do next?"
        The redhead was caught short by the question.  She hadn’t really
considered how it might play out, should Ami accept her.  Although
she’d fantasized about this often enough, she wasn’t sure how to apply
those daydreams to the pleasantly shocking reality she was now faced
with.  "Well, I guess we undress."  She glanced to the side and a
wicked smile flitted over her face.  "Or...we *could* undress each
other"
        The thought of Makoto’s hands slipping her clothing away and
caressing her bare skin stoked the warmth building in Ami’s abdomen
and she felt it spreading down between her legs.  "I think I'd like
that.  Which of us will start?"
        "Let me."  Though unsure of how to begin, Makoto nonetheless
stepped closer and raised her hands.  After a moment’s thought, she
settled on a course and proceeded.  Her fingers found the buttons of
Ami’s sweater, slowly working down the line.  When the last one had
been undone, she eased her hands beneath the cloth and pushed it out
to her shoulders.  Her touch felt as if it left trails of fire on
Ami’s skin, causing the other girl to gasp softly.  Makoto allowed the
garment to fall away to Ami’s elbows.  She paused to take in the sight
of Ami’s cotton-cupped breasts.  The white fabric was patterned with a
floral print, and a trim of lace ran along the straps and down the top
of the cups.  Ami looked aside self-consciously, knowing her own bosom
was nowhere as impressive as Makoto’s.  Her lover, undaunted by Ami’s
reticence, trailed a fingertip across the upper slope of her right
breast.  Ami gasped hard, her head whipping around to the front
again.  Makoto leaned forward and trailed a series of lingering kisses
around Ami’s neck, her hand still tracing idle patterns over her
chest.  When she had completed the semicircle, the redhead leaned
further in and nuzzled against the crook of Ami’s shoulder.  Her
free hand rested on Ami’s shoulder, and she felt her partner’s hands
caressing her sides.
        Makoto decided that it was time to move her attentions to
further areas.  Her own sex was beginning to moisten, and judging from
the noises Ami-chan was making now, she couldn’t be far behind.  Her
hands left off their duties above, only to begin working on the slim
belt Ami was wearing.  After a bit of fumbling, she undid the buckle
and proceeded to the button and zipper beneath.  Within moments, the
slacks fell to the floor with a soft whoosh and Ami stepped out of
them.   Makoto lifted her head and looked down to Ami’s crotch,
confirming her suspicions.  The pale blue cotton was quite damp in the
center.  "We’ll simply *have* to do something about that, Ami-chan,"
she said with a giggle.  "But first..."  She reached around to the
clasp of Ami’s bra and popped it free.  With exaggerated care, Makoto
slid the straps over her friend’s shoulders and down her arms.  One
last push freed both the undergarment and the still-present sweater.
As the discarded garments fell, Makoto stood transfixed at the sight
of Ami’s naked chest.
        Her breasts, though small, were still firm and noticeable.  The
nipples, surrounded by nickel-sized aureolae, were stiff from her
arousal.  Raising her eyes to meet Ami’s, she gently cupped her hand
around the bottom of her left breast.  The blue haired girl moaned and
pulled her love closer, locking her in a kiss that was as fierce as
the first had been cautious.  Makoto whimpered and slid her free hand
around to the small of Ami’s back, thrilling to the feel of their
jutting nipples pressed against one another.  As their tongues resumed
the duet, Makoto’s left hand joined the right.  Together, they slid
slowly down to the waistband of her panties and beyond.  The supple
flesh was perfectly smooth beneath her hands.  Ami responded to her
touch with a soft cry of passion.  Makoto lifted two fingers clear of
the elastic and tugged down.  The soaked, blue cotton was left atop
the rest of Ami’s discarded clothing, leaving her nude before Makoto.
Reluctantly leaving her embrace, the redhead stepped back to take in
the sight of Ami’s body.  "Ami-chan,you’re so beautiful, even more
than I had imagined."  Unsure of herself and embarrassed by the
praise, she blushed and clasped her hands together in front of the
small feathery thatch of bluish pubic hair between her legs.  Makoto
placed her lover’s hands on her own shoulders and kissed the tip of
her nose.  "Your turn, Ami-chan."
        Ami trailed her hands down Makoto’s chest, pausing over the
swell of her breasts.  She massaged the firm globes through the turtle-
neck and brassiere, eliciting a sigh of pleasure.  Continuing their
journey, her hands reached the waist of Makoto’s skirt and slid around
her flanks.  They met just above her backside and proceeded to gather
the skirt up.  When she reached the hemline, Ami tucked her hands
beneath and hooked her fingers through Makoto’s satin undergarments.
She gently tugged the scarlet panties to the floor, then straightened
as the tall redhead kicked them aside.  Ami again reached for the
skirt’s rear, this time sliding the tiny zipper down to its end.
Before allowing it to fall, however, she held it up with one hand
and slipped the other beneath.  Her fingertip traced down the inner
curve of one buttock, drawing perilously close to the other girl’s
sex.  The nearness of her touch caused Makoto to shudder and cry out.
When her finger was mere centimeters from contact, Ami reversed
direction and traveled upward again, releasing the skirt as she did
so.
        Her hands now free, she grasped the lower hem of her friend’s
pine-green shirt and slowly pulled upward.  Makoto obediently lifted
her arms as Ami struggled to get the shirt clear of her head.
Standing on tiptoe, she found her reach fractionally too short.  She
tried and failed to stifle a giggle at the sight of Makoto half-naked,
arms stretched overhead and stuck.  The giggle gave way to a fit of
laughter as she watched her friend try to work her way free.  "Very
funny, Ami-chan," Makoto said, her voice muffled by the shirt.  "Now
help me out of this, would you?"
        Struggling to control her laughter, Ami tapped one finger
against the corner of her mouth.  "Oh, I don’t know, Mako-chan.  This
presents some tempting possibilities," she giggled.  "I’ve always
wondered if you were ticklish."  Before Makoto could react, Ami
grabbed her ribs and tickled her mercilessly.  Makoto let out a shriek
and backpedaled.  She stumbled across the floor, fetching up against
the closet door, vainly seeking escape.  Ami followed a step away,
her hands roaming her lover’s abdomen, making sure to steer Makoto
away from the shelves holding fragile things.
        In seconds they were both laughing madly as they careened about
the room.  Finally, with Makoto trapped in a corner with no avenue of
escape, Ami relented and paused to catch her breath.  When both had
subsided to the occasional titter, she decided it was time to continue
with their purpose.  She ran a finger along one cup of the red
strapless bra supporting Makoto’s full breasts.  A sharp intake of
breath came from beneath the shirt and her efforts at escaping
from it slowed noticeably.  Ami’s finger traced to the side of the cup
and switched back along the upper edge.  Slowly trailing along the
lace trim, she reached the center of Makoto’s chest and the clasp that
held the scarlet satin in place.  Tentatively she worked it free and
let the bra fall away.  "There we are.  Now, let’s get you out of that
thing."  The taller girl stepped backwards and leaned toward her
lover, allowing Ami to tug the shirt over her head and away.  She
straightened and they stood before one another, each lost in studying
the other’s body.  Finally, Makoto broke the stillness, taking Ami’s
hands and gently urging her to the bed behind her.
        Reaching the mattress’s edge, Ami sat and slowly lay back,
pulling her feet in toward her.  Makoto bent forward and crawled onto
the mattress on all fours.  As she approached, she placed her hands
on Ami’s knees and slowly parted her legs.  The sight of her
glistening sex amidst the blue curls held Makoto rapt.  She’d never
actually seen another girl so closely, though she had caught a few
glances in baths and changing during school.  She edged forward until
she was positioned directly over Ami, her hands planted on either side
of the short halo of blue hair.  Makoto hesitated, staring into Ami’s
crystal blue eyes.  "Ami-chan...I’ve wanted you for so long.  I just
can’t believe...this seems so unreal."  She bit her lip to fight back a
sudden spate of tears.  "I’m afraid...afraid it’s just gonna end and
I’ll wake up at home, alone...like always."
        Ami reached up and stroked a hand along Makoto’s cheek.  "Don’t
cry, Mako-chan; you’re not in a dream, and you won’t be alone when you
wake up tomorrow.  Now, please, do what you’ve wished to for so long.
I want you to have me, that way."  Her words brought a shaky smile to
her lover’s troubled visage and relief flooded the emerald pools of
her eyes.  The last traces of doubt were swept beneath a flood of love
and desire as Makoto began following in the course of her most closely
guarded fantasy.  Slowly, she lowered her body until her dangling
breasts brushed against Ami’s.  The other girl moaned softly at the
sensation, closing her eyes as the heat of pleasure was fanned within
her.  Makoto gently swayed back and forth, the touch of her lover’s
stiffened nipples like a fiery touch on her sensitive aureolae.  She
shifted onto her elbows, allowing their bodies to press against one
another.  The redhead leaned forward and craned her neck until she was
centimeters from Ami’s ear.  Her tongue darted out and flicked over
the lobe, receiving a flinch and a startled squeak in return.
Grinning at Ami’s response, she licked again, this time on her neck
just below the ear.  The results were less vehement than the first,
and a kiss to the same spot immediately after reduced Ami to a soft
cooing.  Makoto continued alternating use of her lips and tongue,
making glacier-slow progress down the smooth flesh of her neck.
        When she reached the upper slopes of Ami’s breasts, Makoto
paused to reposition herself, rising back onto her hands, which she
moved to either side of Ami’s ribcage, and sitting back with her feet
tucked beneath her bottom.  She bent forward and kissed just above the
brown aureole of Ami’s left breast.  Ami moaned, and Makoto felt the
sound through her lips.  Increasing her pace slightly, she planted
kisses all about the quivering nipple, teasingly close but making sure
to avoid contact.  Every touch brought another gasp or sigh from her
love, each stronger than the first.  Ami writhed slowly, desperate to
feel those lips close around her nub.  The universe dwindled until it
seemed her entire being was centered about that sole spot, and she
ached for the expected contact.  Her hands, seeming possessed of their
own will, moved to Makoto’s head and insinuated their fingers in the
auburn tresses.  Still she danced away, back, and again away.  Ami
felt as if she would scream, should the moment be delayed any longer.
Finally, the moist heat of Makoto’s mouth descended on the small
peak.  Bolts of pure pleasure fired through Ami’s system, and she let
out a yell.   During her limited experiments with masturbation, she
had never made herself feel anything like what she had just
experienced.  The sinuous dance of her friend’s tongue as she suckled
on Ami’s heaving breast was the most thrilling sensation she could
remember, and she suspected that even greater heights awaited them.
        As if sensitive to the very thought, Makoto grudgingly began her
downward journey once again.  Leaving a thin trail of spittle from her
nipple, she kissed the underside of Ami’s bosom.  She traveled the
plain of Ami’s firm, flat belly, stopping at her navel.  Here Makoto
once again gave a brief lick to gauge her partner’s reaction.  Instead
of receiving a squeal similar to the one that the attention to her
earlobe had produced, she was surprised when Ami actually pushed
upward slightly, causing the other girl’s face to press against her.
Taking this as an encouragement, Makoto began nuzzling and kissing
deeply at the small indentation.  Her reward was a slowly building
groan from above, which mixed with the wet smacking produced as
her mouth sucked and probed the soap-scented skin.
        After a few moments of this, another scent began to envelop
Makoto and demanded her attention.  The musk of Ami’s arousal had been
building steadily, and her proximity to the source made it that much
more powerful.  Drawn by the intoxicating aroma and the delights that
it promised, Makoto lifted her head and looked down to Ami’s pubic
region.  The blue curls were now well soaked with the juices of her
desire.  She was pulled to the azure hairs as if by a magnet.  As she
approached, Ami slid to the headboard as far as she could, giving
Makoto the room to position herself comfortably.  When both were
satisfied, Makoto lowered her head once more and gazed into her new
love’s most intimate places.
        The fringe of hair, though still sparse, was trimmed, as were
Makoto’s own, to prevent any from accidentally showing while wearing a
fuku.  Her clitoris was swollen and peeked out slightly from the folds
of her girlhood.  Makoto kissed the flesh just above the button, and
Ami’s shout echoed in the small room.  Hands once again gripped her
head, the fingers playing with her curls as the body squirmed
beneath.  Her tongue began to flick and dart around Ami’s clit,
dancing about and teasing again.  The attentions made Ami feel as if a
spear of white heat were shooting from each touch, each slight caress
of Makoto’s tongue against her flesh.  Makoto allowed herself to brush
against the nub, and again, and once more.  Every contact intensified
Ami’s desire, stoking the heady scent now filling the room.  She was
groaning steadily now, and could feel the beginning of an orgasm
within.  Though the sensation was familiar from the occasions she had
managed to give herself one, it was like comparing a spilt glass of
water to a raging typhoon.
        Then she felt Makoto lower her focus slightly, though this
proved no less pleasurable.  She began to slowly circle her tongue
around Ami’s sex, licking at the fluids already surrounding the tiny
opening.  "Ami-chan, I love your taste," she moaned.  Lost in a haze
of bliss, Ami’s only response was to push her hips into Makoto’s
face.  Accepting the urging, she gently inserted her tongue and sucked
greedily.  The room was now filled with the sound of Ami’s passion;
had anyone else been in a nearby room, they would have heard the
interlude quite clearly.  Makoto continued her assault on Ami’s
girlhood, her own muffled noises of lust adding to the cacophony.
Then, suddenly, she removed her tongue from the warm confines of Ami’s
vagina and returned her concentration to her clitoris.  Rather than
leave it unattended, however, Makoto began to slowly rub the opening
with her right fingers.  She traced circles around the edges of the
pink flesh for a few moments before carefully inserting the tip of her
index finger.  Ami’s muscles clenched around the invader and she felt
the impending storm roar closer, faster than before.  The finger eased
forward slowly until the second knuckle was held in the opening.
Above the tip Makoto could now feel the barrier of her lover’s
virginity, barring further passage.  She began working her finger back
and forth, slowly drawing the digit out and easing it back inside.
Gradually the pace of bother her tongue and her finger increased,
driving Ami to maddening heights of pleasure.  Without warning, the
imagined wave broke and fiery pleasure rolled over her body,
surrounding and flooding her.  She gave a final shout, her hips thrust
up against Makoto once more, and she dropped to the mattress, her
fluids streaming forth and coating the redhead’s hand.  For what
seemed an age, Ami lay still and quivering, making no sound save her
gasping breaths, the sensations of her orgasm overpowering her
faculties.
        As Ami recovered, Makoto began to clean the other girl’s juices
from her.  She cleaned what she could reach with her fingers, sucking
the liquid from them when they became too soaked.  When she had done
what she could manually, she lapped at the pink folds of her labia to
catch the remainder.  In short order, Makoto had recovered all that
she could, and she lifted herself to all fours once again.  She
crawled forward until she straddled Ami’s hips, leaning over to
cup one cheek in her hand.  Ami opened her eyes at the touch, and a
beatific smile lit her features.  "Mako-chan, I never thought anything
could feel so wonderful."  She held her own hand over Makoto’s and
pressed it to her face.  "I’m glad you decided to tell me how you
felt; much more so that you showed me.  Now let me give you something
in return."
        The touch of Ami’s other hand at her crotch gave Makoto a
not-unwelcome start.  Her eyelids half-closed and she sighed in
pleasure.  Ami’s fingers seemed unsure as they followed the folds down
between Makoto’s thighs, yet the touch was no less fulfilling for it.
She found the rising bud and slowly worked it in tiny circles with her
fingertips.  Makoto’s response was immediate, a long shuddering gasp
followed by a wordless noise of excitement.  She threw back her head
and began grinding her hips slightly against Ami’s hand.  The
combination of their motions stoked her already-blazing arousal, and
soon each movement produced an audible *squelch* as Makoto’s juices
flowed more freely.  Ami began increasing the pace of her hand, as
well as the area of its motion.  Soon, her fingers were roaming freely
the length of Makoto’s lips.  As they gradually moved faster and
faster, Ami decided to return the attention she had been given and
pushed her middle finger into Makoto.  The redhead cried softly and
adjusted the motion of her hips to a more vertical axis.  Her fingers
being slightly shorter than Makoto’s, Ami was able to insert most of
the length before the other’s hymen blocked her.  As she rocked and
ground against her hand, Makoto leaned forward and gave Ami a powerful
kiss.  The tastes of her own orgasmic fluids excited her, and she
began working Makoto’s sex at a frenzied pace.  Makoto broke the
contact and once again threw back her head, auburn hair held fast to
her skin by perspiration.
        Contrary to Ami’s climax, Makoto’s was sudden and unanticipated,
although no less powerful.  She sat straight up and her breath caught
in her throat.  Her legs thrust upward, and nearly carried her off of
the mattress before she settled back.  Feeling as if she had lost all
strength, she slumped forward over Ami, holding her weight off the
other girl by resting on her own elbows.  As she rested her head on
Ami’s shoulder, she was dimly aware of her lover’s finger sliding from
within her, covered in the nectar of her orgasm.  With great effort,
Makoto pushed herself to the right and collapsed onto the mattress
beside Ami.  Catching her breath, she gazed into the pure blue pools
of Ami’s eyes.  Returning her look, Ami smiled impishly and put her
liquid-soaked fingers between her lips.  She sucked each digit in
turn, then licked at her palm until it too was cleaned, moaning softly
all the while.  "I’ve always thought you were sweet, Mako-chan," she
whispered, "but never so literally."  The remark set the girls to
giggling, which grew to full-out laughter.  After a moment, Ami slowly
sat up and studied Makoto.  She shook head in mock disappointment and
*tch*ed softly.  "You’re a mess, my darling.  Let me clean you up..."
She tugged Makoto’s legs toward her, spreading them apart to reveal
the soaked area within.  With great care and attention, she licked the
skin clean, then wiped the remaining fluids from her own abdomen and
again cleaned her fingers.  When she had completed her task, Ami lay
beside Makoto again and kissed her gently, letting the other girl
taste herself as she had for Ami.

        The girls lay there for some time, Makoto holding Ami from
behind and occasionally nuzzling and kissing her neck.  After several
minutes of comfortable silence, Makoto moved her lips next to Ami’s
ear.  "Ami-chan," she whispered, "will you tell me something?"
        Turning her head slightly behind her, Ami nodded.  "Certainly,
Mako-chan.  What is it you’d like to ask?"
        Again unsure of herself, Makoto hesitated before continuing.
"Why did you agree to do this with me?  I’m glad you did," she added
quickly, "but it seems so...impulsive and emotional...not at all like
you normally are."
        Ami turned to face her directly and considered a second before
answering.  "Well, some of it was simple curiosity.  I’ve wondered how
it would feel to be...intimate...with another girl.  When you told me
why you had really come here today, I couldn’t turn down the chance to
experience it, especially since I would be with someone who is a close
friend already; that made it so much more special and exciting."
        She paused and Makoto sensed a downturn in her mood.  "But I
didn’t do it for myself only.  I also said yes for you, Mako-chan.  Of
all of the senshi, you’re the only one with no family to be with you;
you’ve only a few friends aside from us.  You’ve always seemed so
terribly lonely inside.  When you told me how you felt about me, and I
saw how much it hurt you to think I was turning you away, I couldn’t
let you go."  Tears began to glisten in the corners of Ami’s eyes.  "I
just had to stop you, however I could, or it would have crushed you.
Then, when we kissed, I realized that I didn’t want to be with just
anyone.  I wanted you, and you alone; wanted to share myself with you,
to give you happiness by letting you do all you had hoped to; and to
feel you with me, touching me in all those wonderful places."  A
single drop rolled over her cheek.  "I might not have been able to say
it honestly before, but I’ve realized that I love you, too, Makoto."
        Unable to speak through the emotions flooding her, Makoto simply
smiled and kissed the track of Ami’s tear.  She was rewarded by a
small yet warm smile from her new love.  Ami turned over again and
they snuggled closer together, dozing away into private thoughts.
Makoto realized that her life would once again be changed drastically
and permanently; yet she felt no fear, knowing this time she wouldn’t
have to face those uncertainties alone.