--by Michiru

Mom, Dad, Meet My Girlfriend...

She can be shy, Haruka thought to herself. How am I going to tell her?
"What's wrong, love?" Michiru looked at her seriously.
"Hfffffff," Haruka sighed. "I want to take you home."
"How naughty. I'd like that, too," Michiru said suggestively.
"Hooo. Oooookaaay! Let's- waitamin. We still have three classes left. Damn. No, I mean, I want you and my family to meet."
"You're mom and dad?" Michiru looked serious, but had a glimmery, starstruck look in her eyes; she was delighted with the prospect.
Haruka smiled lovingly at her. I love you, she thought. "I love you."
"I love you."
"I love you, need you, adore you, worship you."
"Ditto," Michiru smiled sweetly.
"Actually, it's my family I want you to meet."
"Th- th- the whole family?" Michiru paled. "Seven brothers? Four wives? Two girlfriends? Fourteen neices?"
"Don't forget me, mom and dad!" Haruka grinned cheekily.
"Nooooo... I don't think so."
"Please, Michiru. Dad called this morning when you were outside for your am swim. We're having a family gathering. I want you to meet them all. It's really important to me. I told dad I was bringing a surprise."
"Haruka, I..." Michiru whispered.
"I know. I understand. I'll call and tell dad that we can't make it."
"I don't want you to miss your family gathering because of me."
"I don't want to go without you," Haruka said firmly.
"Blackmailer. I don't want you to miss it."
"So come with me."
"Witch."

"I shouldn't have worn the blue. I should have gone for the pale gray. It looks less..."
"Colourful? Michiru, baby, you look spectacular," Haruka smiled over at her, as she turned down a street.
"Oooo."
Haruka smiled more. The street was simply gorgeous. Some rich guy that lived near Haruka had decided to repave it, and it was a lovely green and blue-gray cobblestoned street. It was lined with huge, flowering cherry trees. Beautiful traditional homes were behind these. Haruka pulled up behind a car that parked in front of one of these homes.
"I can't."
"Yes you can. You promised."
"Haruka!"
"Don't whine. It doesn't become you." Haruka went over to Michiru's side, and tried to pull her out gently. When that wouldn't worked, she reached in and picked her up, cradling her in her arms.
"Haruka, I can't do this."
"I thought you never backed down from a challenge."
"I-"
"They won't eat you, my love. Not without salt, at least," Haruka grinned. Michiru began to squirm in her arms. Haruka pyut her down, but kept hold of her. "Trust me, sweetie," she whipered.
Michiru sighed to herself, and settlked down. She wasn't shy, like she knew Haruka thought. She couldn't be, and still perform in front of people. She was just so nervous about meeting Haruka's family that her stomach was in knots.
The whole area was beautiful. The lovely street was exceptional, and the lazy falling of cherry blossoms on the road made it something out of a fairy tail. The house wass a traditional japanese house, beautiful and frail looking. The sliding doors were open in welcome, as they walked over the wooden path. The flowers beside the bath were wonderous, and the small maple trees with their lacy leaves were a perfect touch.
"My mom loves to garden. He has a true green thumb. He can make anything grow up healthy and strong," Haruka said softly, true pride on her face.
"Including his daughter," Michiru smiled.
"Yeah," Haruka grinned, and steered her into the house.
Michiru took off her shoes, and put on a pair of slippers provided beside the door. They were a bit big, being intended for a man, but they were comfortable.
Haruka took her into the kitchen where her parents, and her youngest brother were at. They were preparing trays of finger food, while Malachite was complaining of too many people.
"Oh, great, and here are two more," Malachite griped.
Haruka automatically reached back, and pulled Michiru back into the room. She had been beating a hasty retreat.
"Shut up, dork," Haruka snapped.
"And here dad told me you were bringing your boyfriend."
Haruka held Michiru firm, though she again tried to flee. "Do you see a guy?"
"No, just a girl. She's pretty, though."
"Dad, I didn't tell you I was bringing a boyfriend!"
"Well, no, bu-ut you said you were bringing a 'special friend'. I assumed you had finally gotten someone," Haruka's father smiled. He had black hair and blue eyes. He seemed mischievous.
"And I did. Mom, dad, meet my girlfriend. This is Michiru."
"Whoohooooo!!" Malachite grinned.
"Your... girlfiend." Haruka's father said slowly.
"Girlfriend?"
"Yes, mom. My girlfriend. Michi, darling, this is my mom and dad."
"Good afternoon," Michiru said, bowing deeply.
"It's nice to meet you," Haruka's father said automatically.
"Girlfriend!" Malachite crowed.
"Shut up, dork."
"Since when have you had a girlfriend?" Haruka's mother asked. His hair was blonde like Haruka's, and he had lovely blue eyes.
"Since the begining of summer, Haruka said, spearing a piece of mushroom.
"The summer!?"
Haruka reached back and pulled Michiru back into the room. "Would you stop yelling!!" She yelled. "You're scaring her! She's nervous enough as it is, but you're not being nice to her at all! Have some pity. She wanted to meet you badly, and you're making her first impression of you very bad."
"Haruka, it doesn't matter," Michiru whispered, trying not to tremble. This was horrible. Haruka's parents wanted nothing to do with her at all. Didn't want her in Haruka's life. They wanted Haruka to marry a nice boy and have male babies. Why should they care about her? She stood between them and grand-sons. She blinked back tears, and turned. "I'll go wait in the car. You have some fun with your family."
"Michi," Haruka pulled her into her arms, and held her close. Michiru buried her face in Haruka's shoulder, breathing in the musky scent of her cologne. She felt calmer instantly. "We'll both leave, Michi. I won't stay where you aren't welcome," Haruka added, glaring hatefully at her parents.
"Don't go, Haruka."
"I'm sorry. But until you accept Michiru, you won't hear form me or see me again. Michi is the biggest- and best- part of my life."
"We're sorry, Haruka," her mother looked apologetic. "We just had no idea that you had a girlfriend in your life."
"No, you'd rather I marry some hulking brute that would make me wear a skirt abnd become a proper maiden. I'm sorry, but you brought me up incorrectly for that. And I'm afraid to tell you, but the thought of a man touching me intimately makes me physically ill. As much as I act boyish, I'd never want to be a male. Michiru is the most beautiful creature Ive ever seen."
"Haruka," Michiru murmured softly. Haruka's comforting, safe arms tightened.
"Michiru, we're sorry," Haruka's father said quietly. "We shouldn't have taken our surprise out on you."
"This is fun!" Malachite grinned. "Argh!" He cried as the pot that Haruka thew connected.
"Shut your trap, Malachite. This is not fun. Now cutting you dick off would be fun!"
"Eep."
"Haruka!" Michiru cried, in a scolding tone.
"Yes, you're right. Let the baby have his fun," she said, stroking Michiru's soft hair.
"Michiru, please forgive two old men. We should just be happy that Haruka's found someone to care about so much. We didn't mean to be cruel to you. You're welcome in our house."
"I'm just going to take her upstairs and calm her a bit. She's geberally a very strong person. This has just... hurt her."
"Of course. Go ahead. Malachite, stay."
"awww!" Haruka heard, as she guided Michiru up to her old bedroom.
"I always had my own room," she said, bringing her in. She sat Michiru on the bed. "Being the girl and all. I really don't remember my oldest brother living at home at all. He was fourteen when I was born, and he was sixteen when he left. He got married at seventeen. He turned 18 when his first daughter was born. she came 11 months after the wedding. She's 12 now." Haruka reached over and got a hankie from the side table. She gently wiped away Michiru's tears.
"They hate me," Michiru sniffed.
"No. They don't know you. They just wanted- well- they wanted me to marry a nice, solid, dependable guy. When it comes to situations like that, I hate men. But I love you," she murmured, burying her face in Michiru's hair. Michiru put her hand up, and rested inon Haruka's arm, and sighed.
"I love you."
"Right back at you, sexy. I watched you swim this morning. I love watching you swim. You look so powerful. All sleek and sexy curves. You make it look as if the water was parting to make way for you, yet it caresses you."
"Hmmm," Michiru looked dreamy, listening to Haruka's soft, husky voice.
Haruka rocked her for a few minutes, murmuring to her.
"Michiru," a voice said suddenly.
Michiru looked up to see Haruka's mother at her knee. He handed a damp facecloth to her. "We're very sorry for upsetting you like that. I guess it sort of came as a shock to us when Haruka brought you home. We were a bit too sure in that Haruka bred true like the others. And liked the opposite sex. She always seemed to be with the boys. She never told us any different. Please forgive two old men like us. You're always welcome here."
Michiru took the facecloth silently. She wiped her face with it, listening to Haruka's mother. She finally nodded. "It was partly Haruka's fault, but it was mine as well. I shouldn't have gotten so upset."
"Why's it my fault?" Haurka asked defnsively.
"Because you never told them that you prefer girls exclusively over boys. You let them believe otherwise."
"Hey, I get scared, too," Haruka said softly.
"Why were you scared to tell us, honey?"
"You wanted a grandson so bad, and I knew that you seemed to think all your hops rested on me. I just couldn't do it, though, and I don't like disappointing you."
"You didn't disappoint us honey. You brought us home a beautiful young lady that will treasure you."
"She's too busy being annoyed with me to treasure me," Haruka pouted dramatically.
"Haruka, I usually get annoyed with you when you say you'll do something and then you don't. Or when you do something stupid without thinking."
"Uh oh. You must be annoyed a lot. I know she never mowed the lawn, took out the garbage or anythuing when she said she would."
"No fair!"
"And she's ALWAYS doing sopmething stupid without thinking. Why, what did she do lately?"
"Oh, she threw a bucket of water on our teacher. And then another one on the techer and me."
"Haruka!!" Haruka's mother looked shocked.
"I was jealous," Haruka pouted.
"I love you anyway," Michiru hugged her close. "You obviously care about me, or you wouldn't get jealous."
"I adore you," Haruka said seriously.
"Well, why don't you to come to the party. Lots of food and fun. Malachite went out and told everyone that Haruka had a "guuuuuurl" here, and everyone is curious."
"Ok?" Haruka asked.
"Sure," Michiru nodded. I can handle crowds. It was the crowd and your parents at once that freaked me. I knew your parents were hoping for a boyfriend, so I shouldn't have gotten so upset."
"I'm just glad it was you."
"So am I," Michiru smiled.

Michiru watched Haruka laugh as a pile of little girls crawled all over her.
"Hi."
Michiru looked down to see the sweet, huge eyed girl staring at her. "Hello."
"'Member me?"
"You're Hotaru," Michiru smiled sweetly.
"Yeah! I"m 12 now. How old are you?"
"I'm 16."
"When's your birthday?"
"March 6th," Michiru told her.
"Haruka's older than you."
"I guess she is!" Nichiru grinned.
"You like her?"
"Very much. She's my girlfriend."
"Are you going to marry her?" Hotaru's question silenced the whole room. Michiru looked at Haruka, partly uncomfortable, but highly amused.
"Someday, honey," Haruka replied.
Michiru desperately tried not to blush, and hid her feelings behind a cup of tea. Almost normal talk resumed in the room. It had changed subject though.
"Do you love Haruka?" Hotaru asked, innocently.
"Very much," Michiru answered, softly.
"I love her, too. So does G-grandma."
"Did I hear my name?" A woman's voice called.
"Grandma!" Haruka cried, scrambling up, giggling girls flying in many directions. She sprinted out of the room so fast she almost left a vapour trail.
"Haruka loved G-grandma, too," Hotaru observed.
"I don't remember anything about this," Michiru mumbled, staying where she was.
Haruka walked in with a tall, old, but beautiful woman. Her hair was a beautiful silver, and her bright green eyes twinkled merrily. She looked about 60.
"Michi, michi, michi!!" Haruka grabbed both her hands and pulled her up.
"What, what, what."
"Michiru, this is my grandmother. Grandma, this is my Michiru. She's the lady of my dreams."
"Finally found 'her', hmmm?" The lady asked.
"Yes!" Haruka beamed, not letting go of Michiru's hands.
The lady looked Michiru over. Michiru got the impression that this is what her Haruka would look like in 50 years or so.
"She's a lady. Very good breeding. What's your last name, young Michiru?"
"Kaiou," she answered. The woman, for all her posing, wasn't making Michiru feel daunted in any way. She felt quite comfotable, actually.
"Kaiou. Good breeding indeed. Your father is Kaiou Dare?"
"Yes," Michiru nodded.
"Rich blood here, Haruka. She's beautiful and rich."
"Actually, I've been disowned."
"Loves you when you're penniless. What a good girl, Haruka is, hmm?"
"Gandma!" Haruka scolded.
"Now, where's you learn that, hmm? Scolding an old lady like that?"
"Michiru," Haruka grinned cheekily. "I'm always doing something that deserves a scolding, or so she thinks."
"Or so I know," Michiru smiled. "You're a bad little girl."
"Don't hesitate to spank her when she needs it, girl. Haruka comes from a family of bad little boys, and she takes after em all."
"GRANDMA!" Haruka cried, turning red.
"Sorry. Don't mean to blab your sex life around."
"Grandma," Haruka hissed. D'ya mind? My family is in this room."
"So? All but Malachite has kids, so they know what sex is. I certainly know what sex is. The only ones that don't know what sex are are the little ones too young to understand tv, and Malachite."
"I know what sex is! Not as well as Haruka, though, I'd wager. OOOOOWWWWWW!!!"
"Haruka, don't beat him up. He's just a man," Haruka's grandmother said. Haruka looked up from where she was sitting on Malachite and beding his leg back behind him.
"True. He can't help it," she said getting up. "Poor thing."

"I bet your arents were shocked."
"That Michi was a girl. Oh, yeah. They were expecting a nice boy. They got Michiru."
"She's very beautiful."
"Yeah," Haruka smiled softly, sitting next to her grandmother. Things had wound down, and everyone but her eldest brother, Souichi, had left. Malachite had left, her parents and Souchi and his wife were finishing cleaning. Michiru was looking after Hotaru and her two younger sisters.
"You adore her."
"I worship her. She's beautiful. I can't believe I found her. she was living in the building I just moved into. I saw her swimming and went out to meet her. She wouldn't give me the time of day."
"You're kidding."
"Nuh uh. She thought I was a guy. But I persisted, and got her interested. We moved in together the same day. Mom and dad do't know that, yet."
"That you're living together?"
"One step at a time, I'd say. This is a delicate situation. Mom and dad are still in shock."
"They'll get over it. Your lady is an absolute dream. Beautiful, calm and kind."
"Beautiful, usually calm, and generally a witch. But I love her anyway."
"How much?"
"How much? More than anything, I suppose. I adore her. I love her. I know I need her. I want to spend the rest of my life with her."
"Then, when you're ready, give her this," she said softly, tugging off a ring from her finger. The beautiful diamond ring twinkeled at Haruka from her palm.
"Grandmother," she whispered, in awe.
"My engagement ring. And it was given to your grandfather by his grandmother. By now, I would say it's close to 300 years old. Or more. It goes to the youngest grandchild. I'm very happy it'll be to you. Believe it or not, it's always stayed in the Ten'ou name. I hope it always does. It's always been a grandson."
"It will this generation," Haruka breathed.
"See that you give me my first great grand-son."
"I promise," Haruka smiled.
"Haruka! Heeeeelp!!" Michiru cried, as she ran from her three neices. Hotaru and her two younger sisters were chasing Michiru. Michiru seemed to be having a grand time.
"They adore her," her grandmother said as Michiru ran by. Hotaru and her sisters follwed. Haruka scooped up all three children.
"How about picking on someone your own sizes?"
"Michi's bigger den us!" The six year old giggled.
"nt when you put all three of ya together!!" Haruka said, tickling her belly.
Michiru jogged over, collapsing at Haruka's feet. The three girls ran off giggling.
"Having fun, love?" Haruka bent down and touched her lips to Michiru's head.
"Yes, Haruka. I am. Hotaru and her sisters are adorable. Your family is great."
"I hope I can meet yours soe time," Haruka said softly.
Michiru abruptly got to her feet. "I highly doubt it. Lady, it was very good to meet you. I'm sure we'll meet again."
"I'm very sure we will as well. Take care of my granddaughter. It was very good to meet you."
"Good bye," Michiru said, bowing. She walked off without looking back.
"I guess we're leaving," Haruka shugged. She got up and hugged her grandmother. See you later, Grandma."
"Be good."
"Me? Ha!"

"Michiru, I wish you'd give me warning about stuff like this," Haruka said, opening the apartment door. She had been quiet all through the drive home. Michiru had been very silent. Haruka was getting worried. She never kept things to herself. She generally came to Haruka and talked things out to her. Calmly. "Michi?"
Michiru walked into their bedroom.
Mystified, Haruka locked up the apartment and followed. Michiru was getting undressed. Haruka silently watched, admiring the slender, sleek, yet gentle lines of Michiru's body.
She slipped up behind her, and slid her arms around her. Michiru sighed, and lened back against her.
"What's wrong, sweetheart?" Haruka asked huskily. Maybe she'll tell me if I ask, not demand.
"Nothing," Michiru's soft answer startled Haruka. She was almost not expecting an answer.
"Please, Michi. If I can help you, I need to know."
"You can't help," Michiru twisted in her arms, and firmly planted her lips on Haruka's. Haruka was taken aback by the intensity that Michiru came at her.
"Mmmm..." she murmured as Michiru's tongue met hers lightly. She felt a heat wash through her body, centering in her middle. Michiru's slim, firm body pressed against Haruka's.
She felt her clothing leaving her body, as Michiru pulled it off as fast as she could.
"Michi!" Haruka took a gasp of breath in between kisses.
"hmmm?" Michiru pressed her bare body against Haruk's, leaning her head on Haruka's shoulder.
"Are you sure you're Ok?"
Michiru pushed her away. Haruka stumbled back, and landed on her read.
"Ooof!" What was up? Did she like, have PMS?
Michiru had turned away slightly, her arms crossed over her chest, hands in fists. Her chin was don on her fists. She looked so sweet and vulnerable that Haruka's heart ached.
"Haruka, we've been together for three months now."
"Already? Time flies."
"Tomorrow is our anniversary."
Oh shit.
"And- you've never really asked about my family."
"Oh? I guess I haven't. I guess you'll tell me when you're ready."
"If you ask, I"ll tell you anything," Michiru said, gracefully folding herself t the floor. Haruka's lust rose, watching her beatiful, nude body.
"Tell me whatever you want to, baby. I'll listen."
"You don't recognize the name Kaiou?"
"Your last name?" Haruka asked, mischievously.
"Kaiou Motors?"
"Eep. Your father is THAT Kaiou?"
"Yes. He owns Kaiou motors outright. I lived on Cherry Street," she said, pretty much telling Haruka everything. The richest and most influential people in Japan lived on Cherry Street. The houses were huge and beautiful, the propeties were exquisite and took at least five gardeners to keep the lawns mowed. I had servants of my own. Two maids and a handservant. She did things like pick out clothes and warm my bed so it would be comfy when I went to bed. Anyway, I was daddy's joy. Only child, pampered and spoiled. He bought me everything in the world that I wanted. I even had my limo in marine blue."
"Your own limo?" She had her own limo? Sheesh!
"Yes. So, do you still love me?"
"Why wouldn't I? Michiru, I love you, not who your father is. I don't care who he is except that he fathered you. I love you," Haruka pulled a soft, pliant Michiru into her arms. "I love you."
"Haruka," Michiru whispered, turning her lips towards her.
Haruka gently kissed her, taking in everything. The soft smell of her skin, the soft sound of her breathing mingled with hearing her own heart beating. The silken feeling of Michiru's skin under her hands. The feeling of Michiru's body pressed up against hers. The look of love on her beautiful face. The taste of her lips. Everything.
She slowly lowered Michiru onto the floor, kissing her lips, face, neck. Her lips slid over Michiru's graceful neck, while her hands carressed her hips and stomach.
"Oh," Michiru sighed, arching her back slightly. Haruka's mouth had just found her breasts, and she teased them gently.
Michiru's hands slid over Haruka's back as Haruka suckled one of her nipples. She massaged Haruka's buttocks gently, making Haruka moan, and lightly nip Michiru. Michiru gasped, and clutched Haruka's bottom.
Haruka hissed slightly, and grinned up at Michiru. "Do you enjoy hurting me?"
"As much as you enjoy me hurting you," Michiru smiled slyly, and then swatted her bottom.
Haruka's eyes went extremely wide, and her mouth beame a dot. Her blood roared in her ears, and her thoughts became incoherant for a moment. She heard the loud smacking sound before she felt it, the second swat. At the third, she tried to get away. She couldn't believe it! Michiru was SPANKING her!
Michiru restrained her, grabbing her around a shoulder, and getting a knee between her legs. She began to swat Haruka in earnest, not quite enough to hurt her, while Haruka struggled to get away.
Haruka was feeling slightly embarrassed, and very horrible. Horrible, because the feeling of Michiru getting her in a position where she couldn't get away was stimulating. And more still, the spanking, the feeling of losing control to a lady, was putting an aching heat between her legs that was getting harder and harder to ignore.
And when it was over, Michiru bent over and kissed her bottom. Haruka's body shuddered in shock. Michiru gently leaned over, and kissed tears from her cheeks with a soft loving touch.
"My sweet Haruka. You forgot it wasour anniversary, didn't you?"
Haruka sniffed. "Yes, ma'am," she murmured.
"Are you sorry?"
"Very sorry, ma'am," Haruka said, and impulsivly kissed Michiru's hand.
"Good girl," she smiled, putting her other hand between Haruka's legs.
Haruka gasped and her eyes closed in utmost pleasure. The lightest touch caused her whole body to react. Every nerve was on fire.
Michiru's hand worked for about 20 seconds when Haruka's eyes went ide, and a low, ragged moan came from her throat. She spasmed several times, then collapsed in a heap.
She finally caught her breath, panting, her whole body tingling. Michiru gently picked her up, and took her into the bathroom. She sat her unresisting form down, and began to wash her, ending it with a hot bath.
"You really liked that," Michiru murmured, massaging her shoulders.
"How could you tell? I fought you."
"I could tell. The moment I put my hand between your legs, I knew. There's no nice way to put thi. You were soaking wet. I'm going to have to wash the floor. You were still gushing."
"Miiichiii!" Haruka whined.
"Don't worry. I won't do it again. Until the next time."

--by Michiru