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Miki knows the stereotypes: "What does a lesbian bring with her to the second date? A U-Haul!" And while she's sure that she'll want to settle down someday and stop having to worry about whether or not she's about to sleep with the ex of an ex, she's determined to enjoy the remainder of her 20s for what they are.

There are a lot of women in New York City, even if only a small fraction of them actually use Lickr. Who knew that a lesbian hookup app might not be the most popular? It's popular enough for her needs and desires, though, and she rarely goes two weeks without having a fresh face in her bed on the weekend and her head between a fresh pair of thighs.

It's a boring Wednesday night and she's sitting in her midtown apartment - she does well, working in tech - idly swiping through Lickr profiles. Goddesses almighty, she swears she's slept with 2/3rds of these girls before. What she needs is a new face.

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Ishiko has never done anything like this before. She's really only dated or been with men in the past, but... Well. Her last relationship just ended and she's been feeling down on herself and down about relationships in general. Getting dumped has a way of tearing you up and this was no exception. She's been feeling restless and a little mopey and she's been trying to find a way to channel that energy.

Which is when she stumbled across the app. Lickr. Women for women. She's never thought about that before - not really, although there have been times she's looked at another woman and thought she was very pretty. For a few minutes she thinks about it - really thinks about it - and then decides to throw caution to the winds and goes right ahead and installs it. Setting up her profile only takes a few moments. It's pretty barebones, but it's not as if the app goes super in-depth.

I'm a little new to this, but I'm hoping to find someone and have some fun! I love music, cats, and I'm a bit of a news junkie. Looking forward to hearing from you~ <3 <3 <3

Ishiko adds a selfie - she puts on her best, most brilliant smile and finds the right angle. Then she starts browsing herself. There seem to be a lot of women on here - which isn't much of a surprise - but she's still a little astonished. She pauses on the profile of one particular woman. She's more "butch", but Ishiko actually likes that.

There's a long moment where she hesitates, still a little unsure if she's going to go through with this, and then she stands her finger down on the like button. Swipe right.

What does she even write? Is this like messaging a guy?

Hey, I really like the style you've got going. Definitely eye-catching!

That'll have to do. She sits back, feeling a little flushed and nervous. Maybe she won't even get anything back. Maybe she'll just get ignore. Maybe, maybe, maybe...

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As if the goddesses themselves are answering her prayers, as Miki keeps idly swiping through the profiles of girls she's either fucked before or fucked people who have fucked before, a notification pops up. A message. A new face.

Miki takes a minute or so to browse this girl's profile. Music, cats, news, nothing out of the ordinary, but she's pretty. What catches her eye, though, is the admission that she's 'new to this,' and it makes Miki a little curious. New to hookup apps, perhaps? New to women?

Lickr does say that she's within half a mile, though, so that's an interesting thing to think about.

After a moment's thought, Miki swipes right.

Thanks, love, that's the hope.
You're a little snack yourself.
What's "a little new to this" mean, if I can ask?

No reason not to be direct. This is an app to find a hookup, not a life partner.

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Ishiko jumps a little when her phone buzzes at her. She hadn't expected a reply quite so soon, honestly. Or maybe even at all. She can feel her face flush with heat as she picks her phone back up and reads the message. Oh, wow, she's direct.

Which isn't a bad thing, honestly. She takes a deep breath and starts on her reply.

Thanks! I try my best! :)

And I guess I'm new to this app. And to seeing other women.

There's a pause and then Ishiko is typing...

If that's a deal breaker I'll understand! I've always been curious and I figured why not now?

Now she's stuck waiting on pins and needles.

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Oho. Now that's interesting.

Miki leans back on her couch, some dumb mindless reality show on the TV that she's not watching, and takes a sip of beer before putting it back on her side table. A curious girl, hmm?

Well, it's not like she tends to look for partners who are going down on her, at any rate.

Fed up with men, hm? Curious to see what the other side is like?
Not a deal breaker at all. Sounds fun to be a pretty little kitten's first time.

Would it be too much if I asked for a few more pictures? Since you're so gorgeous, I'd love to see a little more of you.

Miki carefully doesn't specify. She's curious how this other girl will take it.

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The few moments where she's waiting for a response feel like the longest moments of her life and she's still clutching at her phone when it goes off again. She rolls over onto her stomach on her bed and peers at the message for a few heartbeats, devouring every word. She's never quite felt like this before. The nearest thing she can describe it as is the time she had a very intense crush back in high school. She chews on her lower lip as she considers and then starts typing again.

DEFINITELY tired of them right now.

Being called "kitten" makes her flush all over again and there's a nervous, excited flutter in her belly. Wow. Then she's being asked for pictures and she has to make a quick decision. Ishiko is on her feet after a moment, pacing around her room. She's on this thing to hookup, right? Isn't everyone else? What kind of pictures does she send? She doesn't want to be too easy, right?

She's overwhelmed for a long moment and then she makes a decision and starts typing.

You're just flattering me now. :P

But sure, I can send a few.

Her heart is slamming into her ribcage as she takes a few more pictures and then agonizes over which ones to use. The first one is tame enough. Another angle of her smile, hair falling around her shoulders. The next one is where it gets a little different.

She's settled in front of her mirror, legs stretched out, phone held up in front of her for the shot. She's wearing a blouse that covers her arms and down to the very top of her thighs... and very little else, besides a pair of panties. She's definitely showing her legs off.

Ishiko can't believe she just sent that.

Let me know what you think!

She's back to pacing a moment later. Waiting.

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Miki's been with bicurious girls before, and it doesn't always end well. Sometimes they realize they were, in fact, straight after all, and this was just a little fling, and back when she was looking for real romance instead of just hookups, that had hurt; it had made her feel used. But for just a one-night stand, that's much different. It's fun.

The first picture isn't anything special. It's cute; this girl is pretty. But the second one makes her sit up a little straighter.

No nudity yet. Maybe she's still testing the waters, testing what she's comfortable with.

Another sip of beer, and Miki texts back.

You're beautiful.
I'd love to kiss your thighs.
Would you like me between them tonight?

Show me those pretty tits, love.

Time to see if this girl is serious about wanting to try this out, or if she'll get cold feet.

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Oh, fuck.

That's the first thought that crosses Ishiko's mind as she reads Niki's reply. There's a stab if heat and arousal in her belly and between her legs and she has to press her thighs together for a moment. She hasn't been imagining anything, but the mental image of Miki with her head between her legs is... appealing. To put it mildly. Where had that come from?

Before she second-guess herself she taps out a reply.

I think I'd love that.

Your head between my thighs, I mean.

It sounds REALLY hot...

There's another pause while she tries to find a good position and then there's another picture on the way. This time she's in bed, leaning against the headboard. The picture captures some of her bedspread, but the centerpiece is Ishiko. Her blouse has been undone and there's no bra underneath. The shirt frames her chest, just exposing a bit of hardened nipple on either side. Her face (and legs) are mostly cropped out.

It's followed by a message - short and to the point.

You're really turning me on.

I've never done this, but I feel wet from just a few texts.

Is that tmi?

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Miki can't help but lick her lips, just a little, at the picture she gets and the text that accompanies it. This girl is still a little gunshy, she thinks; she's still being coy with the pictures, even if she's sounding quite receptive over text.

She laughs a little to herself at her prospective partner's final text, though.

Honey, I just not-so-subtly insinuated that I wanted to eat your pussy. It's not TMI at all.
This is a hookup app. I'm not here to beat around the bush, I'm here to bury my face in yours.
And suck on those cute little tits a little, too.

Miki finishes her beer off, sets it down, and then looks at the clock on the wall. Quarter to eight.

She starts texting again.

How's this, kitten:
Do you know Roscoe's? Dive bar, on ninth and south Houston. Few blocks from my place.
I'll be there enjoying cheap, terrible beer from 9 to 10.
If your curiosity gets the better of you, come join me and I'll take you home to rock your world.
If not, no harm or offense taken. Everyone gets cold feet sooner or later.
Don't have to make up your mind just yet.

To tell the truth, she's getting turned on, too.

Without waiting for a response, she hits the shower. Time to get dressed up... just a bit. Not like she needed to look nice for Roscoe's.

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Ishiko stares at he phone as the replies roll in. They're filthy in a way that she loves, even if she feels a little unsure. It's enticing and hot and it really, really makes her want to find out more. Yeah, it's a hook-up app and she should've expected that. She just... didn't expect it to happen so easily. Or to find someone like Miki.

By the time she finishes reading, her mouth is a little dry and she can feel her excitement and tension winding itself that much tighter. She needs to take a deep breath and relax. She has an hour. A whole hour.

What is she going to do for an entire hour?

I know it!

She texts back quickly. She knows of it, more like, but she's passed by it more than once. It's not her usual scene.

I'll be there. I promise.

Which is a bit more sure than she feels, but she's committing herself now before she can talk herself out of it. So she goes to take a quick, cold shower, and get herself dressed again. What exactly is she supposed to wear?

Ishiko settles on a dark skirt and a simple, cream-colored blouse to match it, plus a jacket and some simple jewelry. It's not exactly "dressed up", but she looks... nice? She thinks? She also spends some time to make sure her makeup is on point (and maybe chooses a brighter shade of lipstick, just because). She has a pair of pumps to wear as well.

She arrives a little after nine, having spent some time pacing back and forth in her apartment before finally heading out into the evening air. She's ratcheted up and tense and excited, head swinging in the darkened dive bar as she tries to find Miki. When she finally spots her, she beelines over, fingers tensing a little nervously against the strap of her purse.

"Hey," she manages, even if she's worried she's goign to sound horase or out of breath or-

"You're Miki, right? I'm Ishiko."

She extends a hand, feeling giddy. Like she's going on a date for t first time ever in her life again.

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Miki sees that she has more messages from Lickr once she gets out of the shower, but doesn't check them. She'll find out the truth soon enough, if this girl was curious (or horny) enough to outweigh the fear of hooking up with a strange woman who you've only exchanged a few messages with on an app, most of which were rather lewd.

But hell, if nothing else, she'll get a little buzzed and maybe find a cute girl at the bar to take home if her Lickr date doesn't show up.

By the time Ishiko finds her, Miki is sitting at the bar with a half-empty Negro Modelo in front of her. She's wearing what might as well be the soft butch uniform: jeans, boots, and a leather jacket over a button-down men's dress shirt and suspenders. Her hair, just a little too long to be a pixie cut, is dyed red in several spots, visible even in the bar's crummy lighting.

When she hears someone speak to her, Miki turns, raising an eyebrow when she see the younger girl she'd been having a conversation with on the app. So she'd worked up the nerve after all.

Miki takes a long drink of her beer, taking a good, slow look up and down Ishiko's body from head to toe, making absolutely no secret of the fact that she's checking her out before she sets the drink back on the bar. "I was wondering if you were going to come," she says, her voice a husky alto, the innuendo fully intended.

"You're cute," she says, taking the other girl's hand and kissing the back of her fingertips before straightening up. "So, you want a drink? Or do you just want to get out of here?"

Is this girl even old enough to drink?

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The way that Miki looks at her makes Ishiko a bit weak at the knees. She's been checked out before, felt wanted before, been in relationships, but the way that Miki does it so casually and easily - it really, really gets to her. She's vaguely aware of a flush in her cheeks, but she's smiling, face split in a grin that she hopes doesn't come off as creepy.

"Well - I made it," she replies with a laugh - one that trails off as Miki places a kiss against her fingers. They curl instinctively and Ishiko feels her heart starting to hammer away in her chest again.

Oh, right, she's being asked a question. She should answer it.

"I - I think I'd rather get out of here. If that's OK with you."

Because she's sure that if she just sits here for too long, she's going to be squirming right out of her set. She'd never imagined she'd be into women - thought about it, sure - but Miki... Miki is another thing entirely. Her look, her demeanor, the way she holds herself, it all drags Ishiko straight in and leaves her breathless.

"Honestly, I could probably just sit here and listen to you talk all night, but I'd be a mess at the end of it..."

Her flirtatious innuendo is also intentional, although her voice doesn't have nearly the same husky alto as Miki's does. And she's trying to give back as good as she gets - even if she finds herself a little outgunned and without as much experience.

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Miki casually polishes off her beer as Ishiko stammers and gets herself flustered. It's really quite endearing, and she's looking forward to making this girl's voice absolutely sing. She lets the other girl stew just a little bit before digging into her purse and throwing a handful of dollar bills down on the bar. "Well, you'll be a mess either way, it just depends where you want to be~" she responds, her voice breezy, casual.

She zips her jacket up to about the halfway mark. "So, my place is about three or four blocks from here. Not far at all. But if you're a little cagey about going to a stranger's home, there's a decently cheap hotel not far from here that's plenty good for a couple of hours."

"I promise I'm not a serial killer, but that's exactly what a serial killer would say," she says, wryly, standing up and slinging her handbag over her shoulder. "Up to you where we're headed, kitten."

She slips her arm through Ishiko's. She's not actually that tall, but her boots add a good two or three inches.

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Ah. Ishiko can't talk for a moment and then that grin is back, nervous and wide, but pleased at the attention she's getting. She lifts a hand and waves it, laughing, the noise rising through the buzz and hum of the bar.

"Oh, uh, your place is fine. Really. I don't think you're a serial killer..." She pauses and then shrugs, "And honestly, I'd rather be in someone's apartment than in a cheap hotel."

She allows Miki to slip her arm through hers and she leans over a little, reaching over with her other hand to hold on to her arm, as if she's trying to convince herself that this is real and happening and she's actually doing this. Ishiko isn't all that tall either - but with the heels on, Miki probably has height on her. She gives Miki's arm a squeeze and starts through the bar toward the door.

"Lead the way."

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"I'll try not to disappoint you," she says dryly, giving the girl's arm a squeeze as they head out into the dark, cool New York City spring night. "Turn left," she murmurs, "two blocks, then a turn onto Seventh, then another block and we're there."

There's some time, maybe thirty seconds or so, spent in silence, before she speaks up. "So, what pushed you over the edge into the 'time to try it' camp? Bad breakup? Guy at a bar wouldn't leave you alone?"

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"I hope I don't disappoint myself," Ishiko mutters in reply and then follows, staying arm-in-arm and matching her step for step. This close, she can smell her shampoo and the leather of her jacket and she's not sure if she's ever smelled something that's been so attractive to her before. It's different the way a man smells and she thinks she enjoys the ways that it's different.

The silence is a touch awkward, but sort of welcome, at least until Miki speaks up again. Ishiko starts and shoots her a slightly guilty and sheepish look, "Bad breakup, honestly. I got dumped and it wasn't great... so I figured maybe I should try something different. I've always sort of been curious."

There's a moment of silence, "That's not... bad is it? You probably think I'm like a weird sex tourist or something..."

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Miki listens, staying sympathetic if not really, wholeheartedly interested in the girl's romantic woes. She'd figured it was something like that.

The question, though, makes her laugh, a short little amused bark. "Oh, honey, I don't care why you're doing this. It's a hookup, not a life committment. We're all on that app for one reason or another, and if you're doing it because you're having strange gay thoughts or you're doing it because you just got dumped, or you're doing it because you're curious if women really do eat better pussy then men... that shit's none of my business."

She shrugs. "When I was a little younger, it might've bothered me. Being a little baby dyke, you can get your heart broken by bicurious chicks who just wind up being curious."

She squeezes Ishiko's arm with her own as they turn a corner. "But now? Feel free to go back to sucking cock tomorrow if you want, I'm just here for a good time tonight."

She's nothing if not direct.

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That makes a certain sort of sense, but Ishiko can't help but feel a little embarrassed all the same. She ducks her head with a shrug, managing another smile.

"I don't think I'll be going back quite that quickly... Maybe it depends on how this night goes?" Ishiko laughs, reviving herself a little, "I think I just want a good time tonight. So we're on the same wavelength, even if I'm a little confused and trying to figure this all out."

Ishiko, after a brief moment, snuggles herself against Miki's side, "Just take good care of me, alright? I want to forget about all the bad times."

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Miki doesn't look down at the younger girl, but Ishiko can probably hear the smirk in her voice. "Oh, don't worry about that," she says, slipping her arm out of Ishiko's to drape it around her shoulder, instead. "I'll have you forgetting all about your asshole ex because you're too busy coming your fucking brains out."

She leads Ishiko inside, now, into the lobby of a small, but well-lit, nicely maintained apartment building with a sleepy-looking doorman looking like he was about to take a nap. The two murmured greetings to each other before getting to the lobby's sole elevator; Miki pressed the button and waited until it opened, and she stepped on board. Fifth floor.

Once the doors had closed, she spoke. "So, ever done anything with another girl before? No drunken makeouts in high school to make the boys wolf-whistle?"

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That declaration and the certainty in Miki's voice makes Ishiko shiver against her side and push a little closer under Miki's arm. Just being in her presence right now is enough to solidify that prickly sense of tension and anticipation into something heated that settles into her belly. Had this ever happened to her before?

The lobby earns a curious look and the doorman gets a nod (although Ishiko blushes, thinking about appearances) and then she's on the elevator, breathing a little sigh of relief at being out of sight. No need to do the walk of shame twice, right? She glances at the display, watching as the floor number starts to tick up.

"I've thought about it - doing something with another girl - but I've never actually done anything..." She shoots Miki a little look and a shrug from where she's still nestled against her side, "Drunken makeouts in high school were never really my thing... with either gender."

She smiles, a little sheepishly, and then the elevator chimes as they hit floor five.

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"That's a pity," Miki shrugs, not putting her arm around Ishiko again because her apartment is maybe ten steps from the door, and she's digging in her bag for her keys, unlocking the door, and opening it for the younger girl. "You'd have looked hot locking lips with another girl."

She flicks on the light switch as she enters, and Ishiko will find herself in a small, but quite tastefully decorated south Manhattan apartment. The small entry hallway leads to a cozy kitchen to the left, and to the right seems a combination of living room and bedroom, a purple - or perhaps dark blue, it's hard to tell in the dim lighting - curtain with beads separating the two halves.

Miki waits for Ishiko to enter and close the door behind her, and then turns, pressing up against her, one hand on the wall behind her head. "You were probably the 'good girl' type, growing up, weren't you?"

The other hand cups her chin. "Let's fix that." She leans in--

--and then pulls away right before she kisses the other girl. "Bathroom's to your left. Need water, a beer, vodka or anything else before we start? 'Cuz I'm not gonna want to stop."

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Ishiko takes the apartment in at a rush, head still spinning from everything. It's all moving so fast and so quickly and she doesn't mind - or thinks she doesn't. She'd rather it be fast. She'd rather make this happen than sit and agonize.

"I like your-"

She starts to say and then Miki presses her up against the wall and all of the breath leaves her body. She's left wide-eyed and staring and flushed, trying to form an answer. Her gaze drags over Miki's face, focuses on her lips.

"I mean - yeah - I did what I was supposed to-"

She leans forward slightly, anticipating the kiss-

And it doesn't quite come. She makes a low noise at the back of her throat and instead of answering, she finishes closing the distance to press a kiss against Miki's lips. That's her answer.

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Miki isn't quite expecting the kiss, but she's not surprised by it, either. It had been one of the things that the girl could have done, certainly, she just hadn't expected it to be a thing that this girl did. She'd seemed so shy, after all.

But a kiss is a kiss, and her lips are soft and sweet, and Miki's hands come up to Ishiko's shoulders, pushing her back against the wall as she takes control, kissing back with an intensity that might have gone unexpected.

"You're a cute little bitch," she murmurs against Ishiko's lips. "I like you."

She breaks the kiss, kissing along her jawline to her neck, still pinning her to the wall, mostly with her own weight. "Don't whine to me later if you need to pee when we're in the middle of it," she says, though her tone is clearly teasing.

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Ishiko's breath is driven out of her as she's pushed back against the wall with a muted gasp that's eaten up the kiss. It's intense and sudden and it makes her heart race. She grasps at the front of Miki's shirt with a low whine at the back of her throat, feeling needy and wanting. No one has ever made her feel quite like this and it's intense, in ever sense of the word.

She doesn't even mind being called a bitch. Even if her face flushes red, it also sends a jolt of heat between her legs. The weight of Miki on top of her - it all feels warm and flushed and real.

"I won't," she replies breathlessly, trying to tug Miki close, "Promise."

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"Good," she breathes. "Because I am going to eat your fucking pussy like you've never had it eaten before, then make you take my strap until you're gasping and begging me to go easy on you."

The tone is casual, with just a little growl to it, making it sound like she's pretty damn serious.

Miki gently plies Ishiko's shoulder and neck with kisses. "Where am I okay to leave marks? Anywhere that wouldn't be visible in a day dress?"

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Ah. Ishiko sucks in a quick breath and feels another flash of heat and arousal and empty need go shivering through her as Miki oh-so-casually describes what she's going to do to her. She's never had anyone talk to her like this and even if she's had boyfriends go down on her... she's definitely never had a woman use a strap on her.

She leans into Miki's kisses, head arched back slightly as she cards fingers into her hair and runs her other hand down her front, feeling Miki's body through her clothing, fingers splayed out against her side as she tries to catch her breath. Her legs part slightly, mentally congratulating herself for wearing a skirt.

"Just... not on my neck or l-lower arms or legs. I can cover everything else up-" she breathes in response and she can't quite believe she's being so daring about it. Or embracing this so hard.

"Please, you've got me wound up so bad-" That's not quite a whimper, but she's not lying. The anticipation is killing her.

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"Duly noted," she says, her lips moving against Ishiko's skin, never stopping making contact; she pushes the collar of the other woman's top to the side, finding her bra strap, and pushes that thin strand of fabric as well. Her lips zero in on the exposed flesh, nipping and then sucking on the center of her Ishiko's shoulder.

Meanwhile, her hand slides down to Ishiko's hip, then thigh, then slowly creeps forward to the front of her thigh, but goes no further. "Oh, your poor little cunt," she says, sucking in air through her teeth after finally breaking contact with the younger girl's skin.

"Is it dripping? Aching with need? Are you going to lose your mind if I don't jam my hand in your panties right this second and start rubbing your clit?"

She trails her fingertips along the front of Ishiko's thigh, rubbing back and forth.

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Oh, fuck. Ishiko arches up into those lips as they press against her skin. A hand drags down Miki's back, fingers hooked and tugging at at her shirt as it goes, her lips pressed together to make a low 'mmm' sound. There'll be a mark there tomorrow and she finds herself secretly thrilled at the idea. The noise trails off into a low gasp, her other hand daringly finding a breast through Miki's shirt and squeezing in an attempt to give something back. Then she goes still with a low, throaty gasp as Miki's fingers find her thigh.

She leans into it, rocking her hips forward with a little sigh.

She hasn't felt this turned on in ages and she desperately, desperately wants more friction, more contact. Just more.

"Yes," she replies with a hint of exasperation and more than a hint of pleading, "I swear, my panties are already a mess-"

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The hand on Ishiko's thigh remains, while her other one begins unzipping her jacket, until Miki can shrug it off - she finally pulls her hand away for just a moment so that she can get it out of her other sleeve, tossing the jacket onto a chair just by the entrance to the living room. Her button-down shirt isn't as thin as most women's blouses she owns, but the younger girl's clumsy groping is endearing, in its own way.

"Then why don't I take care of that poor little pussy for you?" she says, her fingers slipping between Ishiko's legs, brushing over the front of her panties-

-Miki pulls back, again, and steps past Ishiko into the bedroom; the motion triggers low, warm lighting.

"Bed, sugar. Kick off your shoes. I'm not going to want to stop when we get started for real."

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Ishiko swears her legs are going to give out and she's straining forward, poised with anticipation as Miki's hand slides between her legs - and then she just stops and pulls back and she has to hold back a noise of extreme disappointment. She takes a moment to gather herself and then follows Miki into the bedroom. She's trembling a little and she has to take a few deep breaths to get herself centered again.

She does as she's told, though, and toes out of her shoes, one by one, before she approaches the bed and lowers herself onto it. She rolls over onto her back, propped up on her elbows, one leg up, knee in the air as she watches Miki with a certain gleam in her eye.

How did she go from screwing around on a dating app to this in the s pan of a few hours? Hell if she knows. And she doesn't much care, either.

"I'm pretty sure I'm going to be begging you not to stop, so that works out..."

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"Good," Miki says, casually. As Ishiko steps past her, she slides her feet out of her shoes, kicking them aside, and unbuttons her jeans, wiggling them down her hips. She doesn't bother taking off her shirt just yet, but no sense being on the bed in her pants; she wears sensible shorts underneath it. No lacy panties for her.

That taken care of, she kneels on the bed, crawling atop Ishiko, and leans down to plant her lips to the girl's neck, her hands wandering down to the bottom of her shirt. "Come on, baby doll, let's get this off you. I want to suck on your tits."

She's a very direct woman, and she's already tugging Ishiko's blouse over her head.

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Ishiko pauses to watch as Miki sheds her jeans and exposes skin - and shorts. That's slightly disappointing, a part of her thinks, but she doesn't have time to think about that too look. Instead, Miki is on top of her - warm and close and her lips are on her skin and thinking about anything else seems to have become incredibly difficulty.

"Mmmkay-" She breathes in reply and her hands come up and squirm between them to start popping the buttons open. It takes a minute, but she finally sits up and starts shrugging out of her blouse, feeling like she's going to go a little crazy if she doesn't get touched again - and soon.

Underneath, she has a white bra - not lacy, but it's still a little fancy. Something nice. Maybe she wanted to impress.

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Miki busies herself with shedding the offending garment by any means possible, waiting until it's off Ishiko before taking it and tossing it to the side, letting it flutter down onto the floor.

She straddles the younger girl's thighs, her hands settling on Ishiko's shoulders, fingers teasing the white straps of her bra, and a little smirk settles on her face.

"Cute bra. You wear it for the occasion?"

She leans down and in, planting soft kisses to the curve of Ishiko's shoulder and neck, trailing to the side; one hand begins pulling the strap of her bra further down her shoulder, exposing more skin for her to pepper with kisses. The hand then snakes behind Ishiko, finding the clasp and deftly pinching it open. "I hate to get it off you so soon, if you wanted it to be seen. It looks good on you."

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"Well... yes," Ishiko admits with a slightly sheepish laugh, "You invited me over, so I thought I should dress up a little..."

She trails off into a warm, easy sigh as she feels lips go trailing against her skin. Her fingers work into Miki's hair and her fingernails drag over her scalp, massaging and encouraging her. She wants more of this. To just be close, to feel the heat of her skin, to bask in her. It's already amazing, even if that needy, heated feeling in her belly calls out for more.

"I could always give you a show later. If... if you want."

She's warming up, isn't she?

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Miki can't help but snort air out of her nose, her expression amused. "Not that I don't appreciate it, but I'd much rather see all of this," she lets her fingertip slide one of the now-loose straps down the girl's shoulder, shifting to the side and hooking underneath the chest band, "more than I would a cute little bra. I can see those in stores."

"Arms up," she says, gently, and when Ishiko obeys, she tugs, pulling the girl's bra off in one go, tossing it to the floor with the other discarded clothes.

She takes a moment, then, to look at the vision beneath her, and her lips tug into a smile. "Goodness, aren't we beautiful?" she breathes, leaning in to kiss at Ishiko's collar, then down her chest all the way to take a nipple into her mouth and softly suck.

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Miki's response earns a snort of laughter, but she still obediently puts her arms off so her bra can get tugged out of the way. She's slender underneath all of the clothing, a little on the smaller side. She's still feminine enough, though.

"You're flattering me," she breathes out, breath catching as lips find their way down her chest and over her breast. Fingers filter into Miki's hair, the other hand clutching at her shoulder as her voice rises in a quiet little moan of pleasure. Her legs spread a little wider for her, her eyelids fluttering as she savors the feel of lips and teeth against the pebbled flesh of her nipple.

"Oh... I think you're the first person to really know what they're doing with those..."

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"The sad part is, I believe it," she says, each word punctuated by a kiss, a tongue flick, a little bit of attention paid to that cute nub. "Don't worry, pretty thing, I'll treat you right."

She leaves this nipple, trailing kisses down the side of Ishiko's breast, nuzzling the valley between them, kissing over her solar plexus, and then up to the one she's been neglecting. Her tongue swirls around the girl's nipple before she grazes it with her teeth, a gentle nip, testing the waters.

Her hand, meanwhile, slides down over the front of Ishiko's stomach, fingers playfully teasing her navel before tugging at the waistband of her panties.

"I'll leave this up to you," she says, casually, resting her cheek against Ishiko's breast.

"Do you want me to draw this out a little, or do you just want me to get to the point?"

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Ishiko arches with a muted little noise as that tongue flicks against the peak of her nipple. It makes her squirm, makes the heat and empty ache in her belly cry out for more. There's that tug against the waistband of her panties and she breathes out, low and shaky and needy. She props herself up on her elbow, teeth digging into her lower lip. She can feel that throb and it seems to consume her whole body and her thoughts.

"Oh..." She sighs shakily, "I think - I think I'd go crazy if you wound me up any tighter. I just - I want you to-" She pauses, stutters over the word.

"I want you to fuck me."

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That's what she's been wanting to hear. Miki props herself up on her elbow, the other hand still in the waistband of Ishiko's panties. "I can do that, pretty girl," she murmurs. She moves - not down, but up and forward, kissing the younger girl on the mouth for a heartbeat before pulling back. She slides back on the bed, grabbing the waistband of the girl's underwear with the tips of her fingers.

"Lift your hips," she commands. It sounds like a friendly suggestion, but they both know there's more to it than that.

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"Okay," Ishiko murmurs her response and lifts her hips a moment later, wriggling her hips to help Miki get them off. Her whole body feels heated; too warm and full of tension and she can't get rid of any of it. She takes a deep breath - she's naked now, exposed, and even though she feels a little shy about it, she also knows that she's choosing this. She settles back onto the bed and tries not to let it all get to her head.

It's a little tough not to, though.

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Panties slip off Ishiko's hips and down her legs with the practiced ease of someone who has taken off a lot of pairs of panties in her day. "Scoot back," Miki follows up. "I've got some pillows you can put under your head to make it more comfortable."

One would be hard pressed to describe this apartment as girly, but the large bed has soft sheets and an array of pillows with silk covers at the top that one might easily imagine making a nice little nest.

As she does so, Miki puts one hand on each of her knees and pushes them further apart so she can get a nice look at the treasure she's uncovered. "Cute little pussy," she says, kneeling between Ishiko's knees; she slides a hand up the inside of Ishiko's thigh, thumb brushing over her folds but not touching her any more intensely than that.

"What do you like? To have done to you, or to do to yourself. What feels good, doll?"

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Ishiko does as she's told, scooting back and nestling into the pillows with a twist of anticipation in her belly. She reaches a hand up to card fingers through her own hair, teeth tugging at her lower lip as Miki follows after her and pushes her legs apart. There's an instinctive reaction to close them again - she feels vulnerable - but she resists the urge, especially because she can feel heat and slickness pooling between her legs. Her toes curl and one of her hands settles against her belly, fingers splayed.

Miki's question and the brush of a thumb against her labia makes her sigh, her eyelids fluttering. She feels tense. Wound up. Which is exactly what she wants, really.

"I like-" She pauses, flushes, and reaches down to show Miki. A pair of her fingers gently circles her own clit in demonstration - a light little touch - and then she moves to slide a pair of fingers into herself - again, to demonstrate.

"E-easier to show, I think-"

Of course, if Miki wants her to stop...

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It is easier to show, and Miki is in no hurry. She kisses the inside of Ishiko's thigh softly, nuzzling her knee, as she watches the younger girl finger herself. She pays close attention, noting how the fingers brush her clit, noting how they slide inside her. "You'd be surprised," she says, "I'm pretty good just going off words. But I'll never pass up the chance to watch a pretty girl play with herself."

Her hand slides up the inside of the thigh she's not kissing, brushing up against Ishiko's wrist as she pleasures herself.

"But I'll be very impressed if you can show me how you like to have your pussy eaten," she says with a twinkle in her eye.

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Oh.

That last comment makes the flush already in her face darken even more and she sucks down a breath, blinking quite quickly as she tries to think. Her fingers slow and pause and she eases her hand out of herself - fingers glistening and wet - so that her pussy is much more on display. She shifts her weight a little, tongue wetting her lips.

"I - I usually like it when someone puts their tongue in me," she finally manages, feeling a burst of embarrassment and incredibly intense arousal, "There's a spot that when someone really presses with their tongue-"

She cuts herself off with a nervous laugh and a shrug, "...well, you can probably tell what it does to me."