"Haruka, get away from me!" Michiru shrieked.
"Come on baby," Haruka grinned.
Michiru ran around the apartment, away from Haruka. Her nude body glistened from droplets of water. Even wet, her green hair shone and moved like the waves. She looked elegant and graceful as a mermaid.
Until she tripped over one of her own shoes, and landed in a sprawling heap, flat on her face.
"Are you alright, babe?" Haruka came over, her green eyes shining with mischief.
She's going to do it, Michiru thought. "Bitch."
"How sweet," Haruka grinned, straddling her fiancee.
"It doesn't move you to tell you that I just had a shower?"
"Nope," Haruka chortled.
Michiru watched Haruka's hand come closer and closer. Usually the beautifully shaped hands evoked desire, but at the moment they only evoked disgust.
Haruka sat on Michiru's pelvis, making the lovely girl lose half the battle. Her full breasts stood proud as Haruka's hands decended on them. She stroked the rounded bottoms of them, loving the silken feeling on her skin. Despite her revultion, Michiru's body rebelled against her mind. Her rosy nipples hardened, and her breath caught in her throat.
"Eeeeeewwww," she managed.
Haruka grinned saucily at the black handprint on one breast, and the smear on the other. She continued the smear over Michiru's once clean torso. "Don't you get turned on by women in uniform?"
"Maybe military unifo-oh-orm," she gasped. "Not coverals and a hat that says Ogata's Garage."
"I'm hot for you, babe. You're the only thing I could think of at work. Even got in trouble cause of it. 'Dat 'Ruka,' Joe said. 'All she got of 'er mind is dat gal at home waitin for 'er.' He was right," she whispered huskily, leaning down to suckle a nipple.
"Haruka," Michiru moaned softly.
Haruka stretched out on Michiru, ignoring the feeble protests about yucky grease on her yucky uniform and hands. She covered Michiru's mouth with her own, forcing Michiru's lips open. She slipped her tongue into Michiru's mouth, lightly touching Michiru's tongue. One arm snaked around the slender girl's waist, the other squeezed her breast. Michiru reacted well, though with little revolted noises every once in a while.
"Yicky grease," she murmured as Haruka nuzzled one of the creamy thighs streaked with black. Haruka was finding that it was very erotic to see her woman like this. On the hood of a car would even be better. Take what you can gwet, Tenou, she thought, lapping at some of the sweet moisture between Michiru's parted legs. She grabbed a leg, pushing it up, then buried her face in the hot, wet place. She smelled so good, and tasted wonderful. She began to lick and suck at Michiru, loving the feeling of Michiru tensing muscled and writhing in ecstacy.
"Oh, shit," she heard a voice say. It wasn't Michiru's.
Michiru looked over to see Yaten standing in the doorwy, staring. She closed her eyes again as another wave of pleasure roared through her. Close, getting so close...
"Close the door, Yaten," Haruka said around Michiru. Michiru thought she heard a door close. She wasn't sure, because Haruka began to insistantly lick at her, causing her to cry out. This time the wave was huge. Threatened to fill her world and drown her, disolve her... She felt a scream rip from her throat, as her body exploded into a million pieces.
"Do you always walk in unannounced?" Haruka asked, sitting up. She licked her lips, savouring the taste.
Yaten's eyes were wide. "I knocked. No one answered."
"Didn't you think that might mean no one was at home, or maybe we were busy? Which we were," Haruka looked sdown at Michiru, who was now opening the beautiful marine blue eyes. She always got lost in the depths of those eyes.
"Yeah, but I don't always do what people think I should."
"Little minx," Michiru said, sitting up. "Gross. Grease."
"I liked it," Haruka grinned.
"You're not mad at me?"
"Yes, I am," Haruka looked over at Yaten with a cold glare. "My life with Michiru is private. If the door isn't answered, you're not welcome."
"Oh, calm down, Haruka," Michiru said, getting to her feet. "It's not like what you did was great either."
"I've always wanted to do that. Smear that gorgeous skin with grease."
"Now I have to shower again," Michiru said, feeling exasperated. She didn't like to be dirty, and her was Haruka smearing the worst dirt in the world on her. She knew Haruka spent a lot of time getting grease off of her.
"Why? You look sexy that way," Haruka leered at her.
Michiru glared right back. The little... "I. Do. Not. Like. Grease. You might be a grease monkey, but I am NOT!" Michru pursed her lips and stuck her nose in the air.
"Thiks she's too good for us guys, hmm?" Haruka asked Yaten. "Why don't you help me show her otherwise?" Haruka smiled suggestively.
Yaten's eyes lit up, while Michiru's darkened.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Michiru said, as she watched Haruka unzip her dirty coverals. A full Sunday at work had made Haruka look like a tar baby or something. She had a streak of black under one eye, and her hands had been coated- until she wiped them off on Michiru, that is. Michiru knew that Haruka's hands had been clean before she got home. She always washed her hands before coming home. And there was no greae under her fingernails. She usually left her coverals at work.
"You've been planning this!" Michiru cried as Haruka backed her up against a wall.
"Always thought you were smart. Invited Yaten over, too. I wanna see you get him on MY terms."
"Bitch," Michiru hissed.
"C'mere, Yaten."
Yaten walked over to them. Michiru's eyes widened at the sight of Yaten in the buff. His body was very slender, and quite feminine, despite being very masculine. Michiru had never seen a live man nude before. She had seen drawings and sme pictures, but it didn't live up to the real, live thing.
Haruka grabbed Michiru, pulling the green hared beauty in front of her. She held her arms behind her, and put her back against the wall, supporting her. She hooked a leg around one of Michiru's, pulling her off balance enough to keep her from fighting too much, spreading her legs and getting down on Yaten's level all at once.
"What the- Hey!" Michiru cried.
Yaten slipped his hand onto her torso, just under her breasts. "Michiru," he murmured, leaning over and resting his lips between her breats and belly-button.
Michiru closed her eyes, not able to believe this. She tried to ignore the flush of heat that surged through her body at his warm hands, and at the method he used to finally get her. Against her will, she found herself shivering in responce to the caresses, and the kisses. The feeling of Haruka's naked body against her back was very erotic.
Haruka held Michiru tightly, not wanting to hurt her. However, it was getting hard. She fought hard against her. Feeling Michiru's struggling body slide over hers was a real turn on, and seeing Yaten busily getting all he could from Michiru was even better. He was nibbling her neck, carefully, trying not to get hit by her whipping head, while massaging her breasts firmly. Haruka saw his fingers dig into the soft flesh, and then moaned internally as she felt hot liquid course down her leg.
"You're getting off on this!" Michiru managed, feeling the moist head from Haruka.
"Mmm," Haruka made a non-commital remark.
"I outta- ahh!!" Michiru's back arched.
Michiru felt Yaten's lips suddenly touch a sensitive area. He had gone to his knees, and had buried his face in the down between her legs. He began to lap at the swollen flesh, licking the moisture away slowly. With one hand, he parted her lips, while the other hand gently rubbed over her clitoris. She gasped in sexual pain, trying to draw her knees up. He leaned over and licked her softly, causeing every nerve in her body to react. Her eyes closed, and the tears of ecstcy started.
He slipped a finger inside her, and her body involuntarily contracted her muscles around it. She knew her insides were hot, wet and pulsing. He slid the finger ut, smiling at her whimper, and then got to his feet. He put a hand between her legs, and her body moved against it, trying to stimulate herself to climax, but her wouldn't let it. Using the moisture that had seeped around his hand, he began to lubricate himself.
Michiru's eyes fluttered open at the end of thestimujlation. She looked down to see Yaten's male organ quite hard and ready. For some reason, the sight of it didn't revolt her as pictures of it in that state had in the past. She suddenly felt the ache for it to be inside her.
Haruka watched the proceedings in almost awe. Michiru wasn't fighting to get away anymore. She was fighting to get at Yaten. She transferred both of Michiru's arms to only one of her own. Her hand slid over her breast, fondling the nipple until it was hard as a rock. Then her hand slid down between her legs. The moisture was leaking out of her, running down her thigh. She plunged her hand into the wet with a moan of pleasure.
Michiru felt Yaten's hardness touch her entrance. Her whole body seemed to pause for a moment, waiting. He began to slide inside her, with a touch of force. She knew she wa tight. She had never been entered by more than three of Haruka's fingers before. But the pure pleasure that it cause outweighed the slight pain.
"Ohhhhh!" She cried, body arching against Yaten.
His hands held onto her waist as he began to slide in and out of her.
Haruka pushed her fingers into her body, while stroking the outer skin with a fast rhythm. She threw her head back against the wall, panting while her hand worked faster and faster.
Michiru was hoarsly crying out while Yaten slammed into her body, until she spasmed against Haruka. She heard Yaten cry out, and felt him grow bigger, and then felt her insides get extremly wet. The three of them collapsed together in a heap.
"That was fabulous," Yaten whispered.

--by Michiru