The Beginning

She pushed her golden hair out of her eyes, and squinted, as the bright sunlight hit her pretty face. The new apartment was marvelous. She didn't have the view that the outer apartments had. The complex was built in a square, with the centre cut out of the middle, to form a courtyard. It was a much preferable view, the courtyard; it's gardens colorful and sculptured, the glorious blue of the swimming pool glinting in the light. The view of an outer apartment was the bustling city of Tokyo.
She walked around the spacious living area, marvelling at the hardwood floors, the window seat... the fact that the window was from three feet off the floor to an inch from the ceiling! Who cares that the bedroom was small. And there were two! She was only going to put her bed and clothing in it. She didn't have much clothing, and sadly, the only thing she did in her bed, was sleep.
The kitchen was an OK size, too. Room enough to bustle around in. Room for two people, comfortably. She was glad she got a two bedroom apartment, now. It even had a dining area! And a great bathroom with all the proper amenities.
School was a 10 minute drive away. Her work was a two minute drive. The racetrack was 15 minutes away. There was a big store for groceries in front of the building. The place was a gold mine.
She walked over and sat on the window seat, looking out the huge window. The gardens were empty. She saw some small birds flitting around. The pool had only one occupant. The slim girl was swimming laps. Her sea-green hair bobbed through the pool at tremendous speed. When the girl got to the end closest to her, she got out of the pool. She heard a strange noise, and realized that it was herself, gasping in pleasure. The girl was very pleasant looking. She pulled down her green hair, and it fell to her shoulders in glistening waves. She wore a plain, blue one piece bathing suit, that matched the obvious colour of the girl's shining eyes. Her face was simply breathtaking in its beauty; the skin wonderfully clear and creamy. Her face was soft, kind and intelligent. Her body was perfectly formed, wonderfully shaped. She carried herself with complete elegance, with a touch of shyness, or maybe utter confidence.
She knew she was pretty herself. Her golden hair was short and a touch wild. Her green eyes sparkled with mischievousness. She was tall and had a great body. Athletic and yet very female. Not that she showed it off that way. She was forever wearing men's clothing. But not because she wanted to look like a guy, she told herself, trying not to think that making people think she was a guy was fun. Mostly because that was what she was comfortable in. Feminine clothes made her uncomfortable. And she hated skirts. She was a total tom-boy.
This girl seemed the total opposite of herself.
She quickly ran out, and down one flight of stairs, to the entrance of the courtyard. The girl was in a lounge chair, sunning herself. She was even more beautiful close up. The sunglasses she wore gave her a sophisticated edge to her gentle softness. She went over and stood in the girl's sun.
The girl looked up, sliding the glassed down her nose so she could peer at her. They were an exquisite blue.
"May I help you?" She asked in a feminine, soft voice.
"I'm new here. My name is Ten'ou Haruka. I live in 2h. I was wondering if you'd like to come up for some Taster's Choice coffee?" Haruka smiled cheekily.
"I don't drink coffee," The girl said, pushing her sunglasses up her nose and settling back.
Haruka was at a loss for words. She wasn't sure whether she should say something or leave. She had never been written off so quickly before. It was quite unnerving.
"Is that all?" She asked. She sounding bored. Maybe a touch annoyed.
"Uh... yeah." Haruka put her hands in her pockets and slunk off, slouched over. And then decided to show off.
She ran upstairs and got on her bathing suit. It was a bit old, from her earlier years. She had put on weight in certain areas since she was 12, but could squeeze into it. "I need a new suit," she muttered to herself. Her figure was too clearly defined in the thing.
She put on one of her dress shirts, and went down. If the beautiful mermaid liked girls, this would get her attention. In the bathing suit she wore, she looked 100% female, despite her extra inches of height. Her bust was a good size, her waist was tiny and her hips flared gracefully, but not horrendously. She had beautiful sexy legs, and good lean lines. Everyone on her old track team said that she had the best body.
When she got in front of the girl, she made a show of pulling off the shirt, and stretching. Then she dived in. Not as graceful as miss mermaid might, but cleanly. And she hoped mermaid would notice her.

When the boy cut off her nice warn sun, she was rather annoyed. She wanted to warm up after an extended length in the pool. She was covered in goose bumps and her teeth chattered slightly. But then, four and a half hours in a non-heated pool would do that to anyone.
The boy was simply gorgeous. She felt her body react to him in a way that it had never reacted to a boy (or anyone) before. They were usually simple necessities, boys. They collected garbage, and became doctors and things that she needed in her life. But she didn't like them much, and had never been attracted to even the most handsome boys. Until now. You would almost think that this he was a she, she thought to herself, as she looked up at him.
"May I help you?" she asked, trying to keep the annoyance of his bothering her- in more ways than one, as her aching middle attested- out of her voice.
"I'm new here. My name is Ten'ou Haruka. I live in 2h. I was wondering if you'd like to come up for some Taster's Choice coffee?"
The smile was very self-serving as if he knew the answer. He probably thought he did. With looks like that, he probably had half of Tokyo panting at his heels.
Was his voice ever sexy. The huskiness of it was sensual, and she wanted to hear more of it.
Instead, she pushed up her sunglasses and settled back. "I don't drink coffee," she said, making herself sound bored.
He stood around. She could hear him shuffling about.
"Is that all?" She added, trying to get rid of him.
"Uh... yeah," he sounded confused (and sexy). She watched him slouch over, hands in his pockets. Nice butt, she thought.
He went back inside.
She started thinking about another swim to cool off her overheating body. Guys shouldn't look like that, she thought. They should all be ordinary. He was altogether too beautiful. The worst part is, she thought to herself, I'm in 2w, which is directly opposite to 2h. If he gets binoculars, he'll be able to see into my place.
She stewed over it for a few minutes, not being able to let go of the vision of the guy with binoculars, watching her dress. Wondering if she should get new blinds or let him simmer in his male, lustful juices. And then wondering if she should get binoculars.
Then she saw the tall blonde again. He was coming out onto the pool patio. He had sexy legs. Not ugly and bumpy like most guys' were. Sleek, smooth, actually female looking legs. He pulled off the shirt, and stretched. The waist was so tiny. Hips were nice and curvy, yet slim. Very good bust line. Not too busty, but still lots there. Her mind was wiped absolutely clear for a moment.
It's a girl!!! He's a she!!!! She screamed to herself. That is a GIRL'S body!!!!!! Holy crap!
She sat bolt upright when she dove into the water. Her skin tinkled as if cold, but felt on fire.
"I'm so stupid. I should have realized. How am I going to get her to pay attention to me again?"
Haruka- a boy's name, she thought, how ironic- got out of the pool. It was an old suit. Very tight. Showed every line. If she had scars, it would show those too. It was an old, royal blue Speedo suit. It was riding up in the rear, showing a lot of hip and her great butt. It strained at her bust, showing a lot of side and upper curve. It was rather sexy. Sexy was coming over. She was glad for the sunglasses, hiding her watching the girl approach eagerly.
"Hi, again," the voice was even sexier now that it was female. Husky. Soft. Yum.
"Oh. Hello." She made herself sound a bit aloof. Hard to get, I guess, she thought.
"Remember me? I'm Ten'ou Haruka. You can call me Haruka."
She wants me to be very familiar. Not yet. "Hello Haruka-kun." Not derogatory. Just because she was so boyish.
"What's your name? I really can't keep calling you mermaid."
She looked up, a bit startled. How would Haruka know- oh. Because she was swimming so much. Her hair must also be part of it.
"Kaiou Michiru."
"What a beautiful name," she said, plunking herself down, crosslegged.
Dark sunglasses are a wonderful invention, Michiru thought, as she looked straight directly at the slightly shadowed area between Haruka's legs. The suit didn't cover much there, either. A stray gleam of sun shone on a couple of golden curls. I wonder what it would be like to feel that golden hair under my cheek, Michiru thought, as her blood boiled. I'm so glad I have a neutral colored suit. The blue isn't too dark or too light.
"Thanks. I didn't pick it. My mom did."
"She's got a great sense in names. It suits you perfectly."
"I guess. I have to go," Michiru said, getting up. Her bathing suit was dry except in one place. Thankfully it wasn't obvious.
"Oh," Haruka said. She looked a bit let down. "If you don't like coffee, maybe you could come for tea?"
Michiru looked at her blankly.
"Milk? Juice? I have apple, orange and cola juice." She looked so hopeful, the exotic green eyes glimmering.
"I'm sorry. I'm busy."
"Danishes? I have daifukus. Ice cream?" Haruka got to her feet in one powerful motion. "Crepes?"
"I can't," Michiru said, turning around. She picked up her cover and walked to her entrance as gracefully as possible. She put an extra swing to her hips to keep Haruka hopping. And panting. It might keep her coming back.

Haruka watched Michiru walk away. She was so graceful and sexy. She got a kick out of being called Haruka-kun. She knew that Michiru was telling her that she did think that she was a boy at first.
Oh, but what a blow. She was so used to girls and boys being all over her at all times. She was always able to date whomever she wanted without fail. Everyone wanted her. Why not Michiru?
She went back to her apartment, a bit bummed. She made herself some tea, and stirred the bag around until it was so strong that no one could drink it. The apple she had bitten into once was on the small, japanese table. Where the bite was was very brown.
Why wouldn't she come? Did she go at her too strong? She groaned, and laid out on the floor, her cushion under her knees. She was the first girl that ever truly turned her on. She had had a couple lovers. She was not an angel. And though it was pleasurable, it was by far not what she expected or wanted. Experience did not make it better; there had been no fireworks or explosions. She had never orgasmed, and the lack made her feel frustrated and not fulfilled. She knew she felt like some helpless maiden in a romance penny novel, but that was that. And she wanted to try it with Michiru. To get ready for sex always took about an hour of foreplay on her partner's side, and sometimes it didn't work. Her partners got pleasured more often then she did herself.
Michiru got her hot. Very much. She had never been turned on so fast or easily without a lot of direct stimulation. Even trying to pleasure herself got her nowhere. Looking at Michiru's fair, creamy skin, those long shapely legs, those slim, curving hips, the small waist, flaring, beautifully shaped breasts, the delicate curve of her neck, her soft, beautiful face, her long, shapely arms, those beautiful hands with the long, slender fingers...
"Maaaaaan," she groaned.
She then sat upright as there was knock on the door. She bounded to the door in a hurry, and flung the door open as her visitor was about to knock again.
"HI!" She almost yelled.
Michiru stood in front of her. She wore a dress that looked a bit like a blue jacket. It was marvelously short. Her legs were even sexier with a touch of fabric covering the first few inches of those creamy thighs. She held a plate of small cakes. She held them out to her.
"My plans fell through."
"Would you like some tea?" Haruka said at the same time.
Michiru laughed softly. It was a rich, warm laugh. Not an annoying giggle that Haruka was used to hearing from girls. "Please."
Haruka brought her into the apartment, eagerly. She'd have to go slower with her. Maybe she wouldn't run, then.
"Here we are," Haruka gestured to the sofa. I'll get the tea," she said, going into the kitchen.
"Nice place," Michiru called out.
"The only thing available at the moment. Two bedrooms. Really don't need them, but this was the best place around."
"I'm probably moving out soon."
"Why?"
"Rent went up on the bachelor apartments. I can afford an apartment like this. IF I quit all my habits."
"You have a habit?"
"I paint. Paints, canvas and brushes are expensive. And I play violin. I go through a lot of G strings. I guess I'm hard on it. And I buy a lot of tickets to concerts and cds. My stereo had to be a good one. I just finished paying it off," she said, amusement in her voice.
Haruka put the tea set on the coffee table. Her mother had bought it for her when she was younger. It was an exquisite piece of delicate china. The dainty cups were painted inside and out, and though they looked the same to a casual observer, every cup was different. It was a set that was meant for the tea ceremony, and she thought it would be perfect to serve Michiru with.
"Oh, are we having the ceremony?" She asked, a pretty smile on her lovely face.
"Not really. Though we came make it an informal one if you'd like. Your cakes are perfect."
"No, this is fine. Your set is beautiful. Oh, the cups are those type that tell a story?"
"Yes. It's The Emperor and the Nightingale. It was my favorite childhood story."
"It was a nice story."
"Would you like a cake?" Haruka smiled, touching her shoulder.
Michiru looked up, her beautiful blue eyes glimmering, like sunlight on the Riviera. Her lips were moist and slightly parted.
Haruka leaned forward and lightly brushed her lips against Michiru's. She left her eyes open and watched the startled expression in Michiru's eyes. She smiled cockily. Then wondered what the hell she was doing. She was going to take it slow. She didn't pull back more than two inches, and just watched Michiru's expression. The green haired girl flushed, and she looked angry for a moment. Her eyes had a slightly bewildered look, and then they startled to sparkle. The look on her face was angry.
"And what was that for?"
"I like you. You have the privilege to get to know me."
"The privilege to get to know you? You sure are confident. What if I decide I don't want to know you?"
"Everyone wants to know me."
"I'm definitely not 'everyone'."
"That for sure," Haruka said softly.
"So why would I want to get to know you?"
"Because... Uh... Oh, damn," Haruka sat back, a hand on the back of her neck. "You're definitely not ANYTHING like any other girls."
"Used to having them at your beck and call?"
"Sort of. I usually can't get rid of them."
"Hmm."
"I'd like having that problem with you."
"Problem?" Two graceful green eyebrows arched.
"Well, with you it wouldn't be a problem," Haruka blushed slightly.
"Still. I don't know if you're calling me a welcome pest, or if you're complimenting me."
"I couldn't do anything except compliment you," Haruka shrugged.
"Do we have anything in common?"
"We're both gorgeous."
"Thanks, I think," Michiru said dryly. She sipped her tea daintily.
"We both like music. I play the piano. I only have a keyboard at the moment, though. Other than that, I doubt we have much in common. But then, I hope we can find out for sure."
"You're pretty sure of yourself, aren't you?"
"No, actually. I'm so far from being sure of myself that it's not funny."
"That's sweet," Michiru smiled.
"It is?" Haruka had an ooo look on her face, and she knew it. She didn't want to imagine her expression. Michiru carefully put her cup down, moved down onto the floor where she, herself, was sitting, and gently kissed her. Michiru's arms went around Haruka's neck as the kiss deepened. Before Haruka knew it, she was untying the belt of Michiru's dress, and unbuttoning it. Underneath was a lacy, silky piece of lingerie. The dark, marine blue silk felt heavenly under Haruka's hands, the soft, sea-green lace gentle.
"You planned this," Haruka whispered. Michiru only nodded as she pulled Haruka's t-shirt over her head. "Why?"
"Because," she stated, kissing her deeply. She teased Haruka's lower lip, lightly nipping it, and kissing it. Haruka's hands moved over the luxurious silk, reveling in the soft, lean curves of Michiru's hot, supple body.
Her lips brushed under Michiru's chin, and down over her throat, loving the warm satiny skin. The gentle scent of Michiru's perfume tickled her nose, and it mingled with the smell of rice and tea. Michiru had probably made the cakes just before she came over.
Michiru's head fell back against the seat of the sofa, and she softly sighed in pleasure. Haruka teasingly pulled at the spaghetti straps of Michiru's lingerie with her teeth, pulling them down. Michiru pulled Haruka's sport bra over her head, and tossed it over her shoulder. She then got Haruka on her knees to pull her shorts down, and then on her rear to get them off. She stared at Haruka's almost completely revealed body in utter admiration, drinking in the sight of her athletically smooth, sleek form, and her well formed breasts. She smoothed a hand over Haruka's flat stomach in appreciation, and smiled softly as Haruka shuddered from the tingly feeling it gave her.
Haruka reached out and pulled Michiru's lingerie down to her waist. Her body was so beautiful, it actually hurt to look at her. Her stomach tied up in knots and the rush of heat to her loins was almost unbearable.
Michiru got to her feet, and slowly began to pull the rest of the silken fabric down. It slipped over her belly, passing the beginning of her hips, and down... She turned around slightly, and pulled it all the way off, bending over slightly to do so. Haruka could see very little of the area that of herself was hot and pulsing, but the dark shadow and suggestion of form that she did see was enough to excite her to a higher pitch. Michiru then slipped to her knees with total boneless grace of a pure lady. She looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively.
"You're so beautiful," Haruka said, her usually husky voice deep and breathy. She reached out her hands and slid them over the graceful girl's shoulders, then reached up front to cup Michiru's full breasts in her hands. Michiru's head rested back on Haruka's shoulder, as Haruka both pressed her naked breasts against Michiru's back, and kneaded Michiru's breasts, playing with her nipples. One of Haruka's hands slid down over Michiru's belly, caressing softly. She lightened her touch until it was light and feathery, loving both the feeling of her skin and the quivering of her body. Her hand slid down over Michiru's hip, and then over her thigh, coming teasingly close to the area of the most heat She kissed her exposed neck gently, and slid her hand back to Michiru's belly. Her fingers slipped into the soft downy hair between Michiru's legs, stroking it softly. She could feel the heat coming directly below her hand.
Her hand plunged into the wet, hot area between Michiru's legs, and Michiru moaned her pleasure aloud. Haruka began to work her hand, fingers stroking sensitive places, while other fingers slid into her intimate area with great ease. She was hot, wet and pulsing inside. Her other hand continued playing with Michiru's breasts and her mouth trailed tiny kisses on her throat. Michiru began to move herself in time with Haruka's hand, breathing faster and more shallow every second. She suddenly stiffened in Haruka's arms, and then went limp with a great cry.
Haruka held her closely, knowing that every nerve Michiru had was on fire. Her breathing finally returned to normal, and she turned in Haruka's arms. Her lips found Haruka's and hungrily claimed them in a passionate kiss.
Michiru's hand began to explore Haruka's body, caresses like the kisses of butterflies.
Michiru pushed Haruka onto her back playfully, and Haruka gazed up, seeing Michiru's fully nude, fully glorious body for the first time. She began to kiss Haruka's skin, starting with her lips and working her way over her breasts, down her stomach, over hips, thighs, legs and even toes. Wherever Michiru's lips traveled, a trail of liquid fire was left behind.
Haruka felt like a pile of jelly by the time Michiru began to kiss back up her body. The innocent kisses left her moaning in desire. She knew she had her legs spread wide, dignity completely forgotten in the heat of passion.
Despite all the kisses, feeling Michiru's soft, warm lips on the sensitive flesh between her legs shocked her. But the insistent stimulation melted her. Michiru's mouth probed the hot area, tongue licking, lips teasing, teeth sliding over areas that caused her body to react almost explosively. Michiru's tongue probed the whole area, including slipping inside her.
Haruka's knees slid up reflexively. Michiru put her arms around Haruka's hips and she became more insistent, rhythmically lapping, and sliding in and out. Haruka's hands went around Michiru's head as she began to moan loudly, getting louder with every stroke of Michiru's hot, wet, rough tongue.
She closed her eyes tightly, and bit on her lower lip to keep from screaming as her body spasmed in pleasure, not once, not twice, but three times in a row. She held fast onto the back of Michiru's head, as every nerve in her body exploded in rapture. Michiru obliged her by lapping more, until Haruka couldn't contain the scream any longer. It came out in a choked cry that sounded strange even to herself. She went limp, letting Michiru go. Before Michiru got up, she gave Haruka one last, long lick, and Haruka spasmed again, moaning in pleasured anguish.
It took her several long minutes to recuperate. Even the soft breeze over her skin made her shiver.
"How are you doing?" Michiru asked as she finally opened her eyes. The beautiful girl was sipping tea, not self conscious at all.
"Ok, I think," Haruka whispered.
"Did you like?"
"Oh, yeah."
"I did to. I liked doing it to you as much as having it done to me." "You didn't have to do it that way."
"I wanted to. I wanted to taste you. You taste very good. I'm not experienced at this sort of thing. I just lost my virginity."
"Oh," Haruka breathed in wonder.
"I was going to save it until my wedding night. But this was much better than waiting. Don't you think?" Michiru looked coy. Her beautiful head was cocked to the side, and she had her hand in her hair. She looked so perfect it took Haruka's breath away.
"Much," Haruka smiled, sitting up. "Ew."
"You're telling me? I almost drowned. Lucky I can hold my breath for long periods of time."
"This is from me? Gross! I've never gotten this wet before. I will admit. I've done this a few times before, but I never get really wet. If I liked guys, having sex with them would be painful from lack of... well... lubrication," Haruka ducked her head slightly.
"Not this time," Michiru smiled.
"I'd never really gotten turned on. I'd never had an orgasm before. Just looking at you got me hot, when it always taken an hour or more..."
"Now that is a compliment. When I thought you were a boy, my body reacted to you. I don't like boys. They aren't good for much. Their bodies are ugly and make me sick. They're too hard. No softness. I like soft and lush bodies. Like yours. I like your looks, too. You were a pretty boy. You're a gorgeous girl."
"I guess your instincts knew I was a girl?"
"Probably," Michiru said, sliding into Haruka's arms. She put her head on Haruka's shoulder. I might like girls, but I'd never really been turned on by one. Never been turned on at all, before. This was wonderful."
"Hey, why don't you move in here? This is a great apartment. You can put your stuff in the other room. We can have separate rooms so if one of us needs to stay up late, the other can sleep, and meanwhile, we can share the same bed any other time, if we like. And you won't have to pay as much rent as you were before. And as you said, this apartment is bigger, and nicer..." Haruka said this in a rush, and as she paused to take breath, Michiru put a finger over her lips.
"I think that sounds just fine. I think I will. Thank you for the offer, lover," she said, and sealed it with a kiss.