"Can we get started?" groused Rei.

Rei, Minako and Usagi sat around a round table, school books out. The
door to Rei's bedroom, which looked out onto the temple garden, was open to
allow the summer air to waft in. Usagi was doodling cute bunny pictures on
the margins of her notebook. Minako was playing with the straw from her now
empty cup of soda. Artemis and Luna were off in a corner discussing something
- - it could have been Sailor business or it could have been the relative
merits of salmon versus tuna.

"That kind of seems pointless," Minako said absently, her concentration
focused on the straw, "since Ami's not here. Who do you think was going to
tutor us - - you?"

"Hey, I got an '83' on my last history exam," rumbled Rei, stung by the
perceived put-down. "What did you get?"

Minako glared at the raven-tressed fire priestess.

"A forty-two is respectable," Minako frowned.

"Only if it's your age," Rei fired back. The two glared at each other
for a few moments. Then they realized Usagi hadn't said anything. Mouths
curling in anticipation, they both turned to her. It took Usagi several more
moments to realize that the conversation had stopped. She looked up and saw
her friends staring at her, the question of the moment unspoken but evident in
their eyes.

"I don't want to talk about it," she grumbled and returned to her
doodling.

"Even so, I'd still rather wait for Ami," Minako added.

"I wonder where she and Makoto are?" Rei wondered. "Do you suppose
there's trouble?"

"I don't think so," Usagi said in a sing-song manner as she doodled.

"She's using that voice again," sighed Minako.

"What voice?" Usagi asked.

"Your 'I know something you don't know' voice," Rei replied. "You
always use it when you've got a juicy piece of gossip you're dying to tell
someone, but are holding it in because you don't want to look like some
ancient, meddling busybody."

"OK, I won't tell you," shrugged Usagi.

"Fine, I don't want to know," replied Rei.

A second of silence passed.

"Ami and Makoto are in love," Usagi said.

"With who?" gasped Rei.

"With each other, dummy!" sputtered Usagi.

That bit of news even floored the cats.

"Where did you hear this?" demanded Luna, after she regained her
composure.

"I have my sources," Usagi smiled, infinitely pleased with herself.

"Which means she heard it fifth hand in either the cafeteria or the
girl's locker room," scowled Rei. Usagi made an angry face at her.

"I heard it," she proclaimed defensively, "from Sanjuro Watanabe!" Then
she stuck her tongue out at Rei.

"Sanjuro?" Minako said, lips thinning. "Usagi, how many times do I have
to tell you that I am the only credible source of gossip in that school?"
Artemis tried unsuccessfully to stifle a laugh in the background.

"Well, it makes sense," Usagi replied. "Don't you remember the dance?
Ami and Makoto danced with each other because neither one of them had dates
there?"

"That doesn't mean anything," Rei replied, not sounding quite convinced.

"Oh, but what if it did?" sighed Usagi, her chin propped up in her hands
with her elbows on the table. "Ami's so scared of guys and Mako-chan has such
bad luck with them; they must be really lonely. Why, a young girl needs love
in her diet to grow strong and healthy, just like she needs food. Being
dateless isn't a good situation to be in."

"Tell us about it," Rei and Minako sighed in unison.

"Fortunately, I have. . ." Usagi began to crow.

"Mamo-chan, we know," Rei and Minako sighed again in unison.

"And if they decided they love each other," Usagi continued, undaunted,
"there's nothing wrong with it. Just look at Haruka and Michiru. And they're
so right for each other - - Ami's gentle and loving, and Makoto's strong when
she has to be and tender all the other times. And if they fill each other's
needs. . .?"

"What about sex?" Minako wondered openly. Usagi's face when a deep
crimson, while Rei gaped at the blonde like she'd just swallowed a Buick. "Oh
come on! Tell me you both haven't wondered how Haruka and Michiru do it? You
know the old saying: 'You can't teach an old dog how to sit up and beg for
it'!"

"Artemis, I don't EVEN know what that meant," Luna said.

"Neither do I, and I live with her," the white cat muttered in reply.

"But as it happens, I happen to know how lesbians have sex," Minako said
proudly.

"First hand experience?" Rei asked pointedly. Usagi giggled.

"Noooo," Minako replied with strained patience. "I have been around,
unlike you two. Let me enlighten you, children. At this very moment, Ami and
Makoto could very well be. . ."
* * * *
Rrrrip! Ami's blouse loudly shredded under the unyielding force of
Makoto's grip. The girl's arms flew up to her chest, hoping to conceal her
conservative white bra and the delicate flesh held by it. Her skirt was
already lying on the floor, leaving only snow white panties between her legs.

Makoto's hands locked around her wrists and Ami found them inexorably
forced apart. She looked up, to appeal to the mercy of the taller girl, and
found a look of pure animal lust painted on her face.

"Makoto," whimpered Ami. "Stop, please!"

"You're beautiful," Makoto leered. "Just as beautiful as I imagined."

The taller girl released Ami's left wrist and moved her hand up to the
girl's shoulder. She brushed the bra strap down over Ami's shoulder until
gravity took over. Ami struggled to pull free, but Makoto was too strong for
her. Another brush of her hand brushed the cup down, freeing Ami's left
breast. It was wine glass small, rounded and topped with a rosebud of a
nipple floating in alabaster skin. Ami's hand went up to cover herself.

"Don't be afraid," Makoto said, gently but with a firmness that hinted
she would not tolerate being denied. She brushed Ami's hand away and captured
the breast. "You want it. You want it just as much as I do."

"Mmmmmmm," whimpered Ami as Makoto's thumb caressed across the top of
the nipple. "Please don't."

"You probably want it more," Makoto smiled, licking her lips. "I've
seen the way you sneak glances at me. How you check me out when you think
nobody's looking."

Ami's lip quivered as her eyes fluttered closed.

"You don't have to hide your feelings," Makoto said, continuing to
stroke the nipple with her thumb. Her left hand released Ami's wrist and slid
up her arm. She reached the shoulder and caressed the other bra strap down.

"We shouldn't," groaned Ami.

Suddenly Makoto shoved. Ami pitched backwards and fell onto a sofa. As
she lay sprawled, Makoto reached down and seized her bra between the cups. A
vicious jerk and it was gone. Ami squealed in alarm, but her cry was answered
by Makoto's hand ripping her panties off as well. She tried to scramble to
her feet, but Makoto shoved her back down. Ami looked up at the brown haired
girl towering over her.

"I'm tired of playing, Ami," Makoto rumbled, her hands pulling off her
own blouse. Underneath, Makoto wore nothing and her large breasts, one larger
than both of Ami's combined, quivered from the movement. The coral nipples
were hard and prominent, the aureoles wide. "I'm tired of denying what I feel
for you. I want you, Ami," and she jerked down her skirt and panties to
reveal a ten-inch cock between her legs, "and I'm going to make you want me!"

Ami gasped in shock.
* * * *
"Whoa! Time out! Hold it!" interrupted Rei. "Makoto doesn't have
a-a-a . . . you know what between her you know where!" Usagi was staring at
Minako, frozen in utter disbelief as Rei sputtered.

"Of course not," scowled Minako, speaking as one would to a child.
"It's a double dildo, of course! The one end is stuck up. . ."

"Where did you learn about something like that?!!" gasped Artemis.

"I told you," sniffed Minako, in haughty grandeur, "I've been around."
At this point, everyone noticed that Usagi was still staring, stunned, at
Minako. "What?!"

"I think you've blown the poor child's mind," gaped Rei.

"THEY MAKE THINGS LIKE THAT?!" Usagi burst out.

"Sure," Minako replied. "Lesbians have to compensate somehow for not
having the right equipment."

"That's. . .that's. . ."

"Usagi," Luna said sternly. "I know what you're thinking. Stop this
instant."

Usagi scowled.

"Now," Minako said, "if I may continue. . ."
* * * *
Makoto had her pinned to the sofa. Her huge bosom pressed to Ami's face
from either side, filling her nostrils with the woman's scent. Her weight
pinned Ami down as her hands pressed Ami's wrists to the cushion. The girl
forced her hips between Ami's legs and she could feel the head of the dildo
press at her entrance.

"Don't fight me, Ami," Makoto whispered, her voice sodden with lust. "I
can make this sweet for both of us."

The shaft pressed into her. She felt it fill her up, felt her lips
stretching to encompass it. Then it struck an obstruction. Makoto forced her
way forward with a thrust of her hips.

"Aaaaahhhhh!" Ami cried out.

"A virgin?" Makoto whispered. She leaned down and kissed Ami on the
forehead. "You really don't know what you've been missing. Let me show you."

Makoto began thrusting in and out of Ami. The motion caused her body to
rub against Ami's. The poor girl didn't know what to think. What she was
doing was wrong, and yet Makoto was so soft. She was as large, as strong, as
overwhelming as any man Ami had dreamed of, and yet she was so soft, too. The
way the satiny skin of her upper torso rubbed against Ami's pebble hard
nipples did something to her. The way Makoto dominated her secretly thrilled
some deep, buried passion, some race memory Ami didn't know she had. And the
way she angled the dildo as she thrust so that it occasionally grazed her
sensitive clitoris, and the way Makoto's pubic hair tickled it when the dildo
didn't set a fire to building within her.

"Oh," groaned Makoto, the double dildo doing its work on her, too. "Oh,
Ami! I. . .oh. . .ah!"

"Deeper," pleaded Ami breathlessly. "Harder. . .I want to feel it. . .
feel it in my. . .my chest!"

The passion within her built steadily. It was like a spring winding
tighter and tighter, pulling in more and more of her rational thought. She
was like a cauldron of seething emotions, swirling and bubbling with every
thrust from Makoto. She wanted to clutch the girl, to grab her and hug her
tightly, but she was prevented from doing even that and the frustration only
added to her tightening spring.

"Oh!" she gasped. "Going to explode!"

Makoto was grunting like an animal, trusting harder and faster. The
perspiration on her body mingled with Ami's and stained the cushion below them.
A single thrust and the spring broke.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" screeched Ami as a new, yet familiar sensation flooded
over her body.

Dimly she felt Makoto's hands squeeze her wrists more tightly and heard
a strangled cry from her. Her breaths came in tight, quick, frightened little
gasps, so intense had the moment been. Makoto's thrusting slowed to a stop.
She released Ami's wrists and the girl wrapped her arms around Makoto's torso.

"I'll be anything you want me to be," Ami whispered. "Do anything you
want me to do. Just. . .never leave me."

"The only thing I want you to do," Makoto whispered in reply, "is to
never stop loving me."
* * * *
"Girl, you've been reading too many doujins," Rei said, shaking her head.

"I'm telling you, they're probably licking the sweat off of each other's
naked bodies at this very minute," Minako protested.

"Utter rubbish!" scowled Luna.

"Do they really make that double-whatsis thingy?" asked Usagi.

"Usagi!" warned Luna.

"Hey, just consider the source," Artemis frowned disdainfully.

"You want to sleep in the alley tonight, cat?" Minako glared.

"Seriously, Minako, it sounds like some sweaty twenty yen sex fantasy
that they sell on the Ginza," complained Rei. "Remember, this is Ami and
Makoto we're talking about."

"Oh, and I suppose you can come up with a better scenario?" Minako
sniffed, the challenge obvious in her voice. Rei pondered the idea for a few
moments.

"Yeah," she smiled. "How's this sound?"
* * * *
Ami pressed the buzzer on the door to Makoto's apartment. She was
curious as to why her friend had asked her over. The phone message was
confusing. The tone of it seemed to imply something urgent and possibly
unfortunate, yet Makoto's tone seemed hopeful.

She hoped it wasn't anything bad. She liked Makoto, admired her.
Makoto seemed to be everything she wasn't. The girl was physically robust and
imposing where Ami was petite and mousy. Psychologically she was out-going
and aggressive, taking chances and letting defeats roll off of her back. Ami
was so painfully shy and conservative, afraid of taking chances lest she be
stymied and lingering for long periods on her defeats.

"Hi, Ami," Makoto said, opening the door and ushering the girl in. "I'm
glad you could come over. I didn't know who else to turn to about this."

"It sounds serious," Ami said. Makoto motioned her down and went into
the kitchen. While she was gone, Ami looked the apartment over. It was so
beautifully decorated and immaculately kept up. Makoto had such a domestic
talent. Even though her own penthouse apartment, where she lived with her
mother, was far more expensively furnished, Ami felt more at home here than
there. When she got her own place, Ami made a promise to herself to ask
Makoto to help decorate it.

"Well, maybe I'm just worrying over nothing," Makoto said, bringing in a
tray of tea. She poured a cup for Ami and presented it to her, then poured
one for herself. Ami sipped the tea. It was delicious, of course. "I'm,
well, how do I say this?"

"What is it?"

"I'm worried I may have a lump in my breast."

"Oh dear!" gasped Ami. "Have you given yourself an examination?"

"That's just it," Makoto said sheepishly. "I don't know how."

"Then why do you think you have a lump?"

"I don't," she shrugged. "I just kind of sense something. It's too
weird to explain. But it's something I need to know, so. . .I was kind of
hoping you'd do it for me."

"Me?" gasped Ami, her face flushing a bright crimson.

"Well, you're the doctor's kid. I figured you'd know how to do it."

"I-I do, b-but," sputtered Ami. "Mako-chan, you really should go to a
doctor."

"I don't want to go if it's nothing. Besides, you're my friend. I don't
mind taking my top off in front of you. Why should you mind?"

Ami glanced at the floor. She could feel her cheeks burning.

"Well," she swallowed, "I suppose if I'm going to be a doctor, I'm going
to-to have to learn to touch another person's, well, private parts." She took
a huge breath to steady herself. "All right. If you don't mind, I'll do it."

"Great," Makoto said. She was wearing a short-sleeve denim shirt. It
and her white bra, underwire Ami noticed, were off in seconds.

"Oh!" gasped Ami, looking at Makoto's breasts. They were so large and
round; prominent was a good description of them. They sagged slightly from
their own weight, but they were proportional to her large torso and were just
one more imposing thing about the imposing girl.

"What's wrong?" Makoto asked curiously.

"Oh," Ami swallowed again, her cheeks burning again. "Oh, nothing. I'm,
um. . .shall we begin?"

Ami sat next to Makoto. She placed her right hand on the girl's back,
square upon the shoulder blade. The skin was soft, but the muscles beneath
the skin suggested power Ami could never hope to summon. Her left hand
lightly pressed to the left breast, below and to the right of the nipple. She
felt Makoto tense and a hiss of air passed up through the girl's nose.

"This may tickle a little," Ami warned her gently.

She moved her hand slowly in a circular motion, putting just enough
pressure onto the skin to feel for abnormalities. Makoto's skin was silky
smooth and Ami's scientific detachment was struggling with the tensile
stimulation she was receiving. Makoto felt so soft and warm and her own
loneliness had inspired many nights worth of dreams about some strong, yet
soft lover carrying her to a paradise of erotic fulfillment. A low moan from
Makoto brought her out of her reverie.

"Am I hurting you?" Ami asked.

"Nooo," sighed Makoto in a tone clearly indicating she was enjoying the
examination.

Perhaps enjoying it too much. Ami snatched her hand away. Instantly,
Makoto leaned forward and pressed her lips to Ami's. The girl was so startled
that she didn't move. After a few seconds, though, she regained her wits and
broke off contact.

"That was fun!" grinned Makoto, placing a hand on Ami's breast through
her blouse. "Let me examine yours now!"

"MAKOTO!"

"I'm sorry," Makoto said wistfully, sagging back. "It was all a story
to get you here. I've been crazy about you for a while now. So crazy it
drove me to try a stunt worthy of Minako. I-I just thought it would break the
ice. I'm sorry if I imposed."

"You're attracted," Ami asked incredulously, "to me?"

"Yeah," Makoto replied earnestly. "You're so beautiful, and you're so
smart, and you're so kind. You're everything I've ever wanted in a lover.
I've just been looking for it in guys. Then I wised up and realized you were
right next to me all the time. And I thought, the way you're always looking
at me and the way you almost swallowed your tongue when you saw my breasts, I
thought. . . I thought maybe you like me, too."

"So there's no lump?"

"Just the one in my throat," Makoto said, looking down. As usual,
Makoto had laid herself bare emotionally. A single word could crush her, tear
her heart into tiny ribbons. It was a word Ami knew she couldn't utter, not
only because she was far too kind to do such a thing, but also because the
thought of Makoto's arms crushing her to the woman's breast and never letting
go was suddenly the most overwhelming thought in her mind.

"Maybe I should check it," Ami whispered.

Tentatively she moved her face toward Makoto. Makoto held perfectly
still. Ami's lips pressed to Makoto's throat and began kissing and nibbling
the skin. She heard Makoto suck in air. Then she felt Makoto's arms fold
around her. That spurred her to begin licking.

"F-Find anything, Doc?" Makoto murmured.

"Yes," Ami breathed, her hot breath glancing off of Makoto's throat and
back at her. "It's very hot in here. Could you take my blouse off?"

Makoto felt blindly down Ami's torso until she found the buttons to her
blouse, a sensation that Ami didn't regret in the least. Once it and her bra
were gone, Ami sat up again. The two topless girls sat for a few moments
drinking in the sight of each other.

"Let me check the right one now," Ami said, eyes locked with Makoto's.
Her hand reached over and lightly cupped the large globe. Her thumb came up,
brushed over the top of the nipple, then traced lightly around the aureole.

"Mmmmmmmmm!" sighed Makoto. Her eyes closed and her head lolled back.

"It feels very healthy," Ami replied, a smile curled around her lips.
She leaned in and pressed her lips to the nipple. Her teeth parted and her
tongue began playing with it. She felt Makoto stiffen again, the girl's
breath shuddering out. As she licked, Makoto's hand began stroking her hair.
It made her scalp tingle and she increased the intensity of her licking.

"Ami," heaved Makoto. "I want to make love to you."

The thought appealed to Ami and the two girls wiggled out of their
skirts and panties. Makoto's physical presence pushed Ami onto the couch on
her back, with Makoto looming over her.

"I've never done this before," Ami admitted, embarrassed. "How do two
girls make love?"

Makoto smiled, gently amused. "Well, where do you touch yourself when
you're playing with yourself?" Ami flushed and her gaze fell, but she pointed
to a spot between her legs. Makoto's tapered finger appeared next to it.
"It's the same thing, only someone else is doing the touching."

Makoto's left arm cradled Ami from behind while her right hand touched
Ami's sweet spot. Instantly Ami's eyes clamped shut as an undeniable tingling
seizure gripped her entire body. Makoto's hand caressed the spot, tender and
gentle as only another woman would know to do. The sensation made Ami want to
curl up into a fetal ball, to smother the sensation with her body so it
couldn't escape. She had to do something with her hands, so they blindly
sought out Makoto. Finding her arm, Ami's hand slid down until it found her
breast and she began caressing back.

"Do you want one inside?" asked Makoto, her mouth so close Ami could
feel her breath brush her cheek.

"Um hmm," Ami nodded helplessly.

A single finger slid inside of her and Ami's passions racheted up
another level. She was panting now and little high-pitched squeaks were
coming from her mouth.

"You're so wet," Makoto whispered. "You're almost as wet as I am."

And just like that Ami had to know. Her hand skittered down Makoto's
lanky frame until it brushed pubic hair. Probing blindly until she found the
labia, Ami slid a finger inside. Makoto gasped affectionately.

"Oh, Ami," she sighed and pressed her mouth to Ami's. The pair remained
that way, kissing until they had to breath, then gasping in air and resuming
the kiss. Ami was the first to groan an orgasm into Makoto's mouth, but she
kept her mouth to her lover's until Makoto could do the same. Panting as if
they'd just run twenty miles, the girls broke and looked at each other.

"I'm not tired," grinned Makoto. "How about you?"

"I think I could do this for twenty years," giggled Ami.

So they went back at it.
* * * *
"Boring!" bellowed Minako.

"That's not the way Mako-chan would do it," nodded Usagi.

"How would you know?" Rei snapped. "Has she ever tried to seduce you?"

"I. . .ah. . .er. . .NO!" sputtered Usagi.

"It's so sappy," scowled Minako.

"It's warm and tender and beautiful!" fumed Rei.

"It is," nodded Usagi. "It's warm and tender and beautiful. I was very
moved by it. It's just not the way it would happen."

"Oh, listen to the expert," huffed Rei.

"Do I have to tell you how it would happen?" Usagi said in wonderment.

"NO!" Minako and Rei said in unison.

"Well," Usagi continued, ignoring them, "Ami and Makoto would have this
cute little cottage on the outskirts of town. Ami-chan would be just coming
home from her job being a big-shot doctor at this really prestigous hospital
she runs, where all the doctors are really cute and hunky and. . ."

"Get on with it!" roared Luna.
* * * *
"Mako-chan!" Ami called out, closing the door to the cottage behind her.
"I'm home!"

"Darling!" Makoto said, coming out into the hall. She was wearing a
green dress with short sleeves and a mid-thigh skirt, and a starched white
apron was tied around her waist. Her brown hair was done up in its familiar
pony tail, and pearls dangled from her ears and around her waist. Beige hose
and brown pumps completed the ensemble. She scampered up to the door, ladle
still in her hand and melted into Ami's arms.

"Oh, I've missed you so," Ami said, squeezing the larger girl tightly,
burying her face into Makoto's bosom. Ami wore a navy business jacket and
matching tight knee-length skirt, a white open collar blouse, black hose and
high heels. Her glasses were perched on her nose. When she pulled back from
Makoto's bosom, the lenses were fogged up. Ami released a hand from around
Makoto's waist, pulled the glasses off and slid them into her jacket.

"I hope you're hungry, Ami-chan," Makoto beamed. "I've been preparing
dinner all afternoon."

"I'm hungry, all right," Ami leered. "Hungry enough to eat you right
here and now."

Makoto gasped in shock, partially because Ami's hand was squeezing her
bottom. The shock melted into joy and she and Ami engaged in a long, slow,
lingering kiss, oblivious at that moment to everything else in the world.
When they finally parted, stars were in their eyes.

"I've," panted Makoto. "I'd better get dinner." She bit her lip in
frustration, then pulled away. A smack of Ami's hand on her ass sped her on
her way.

The pair dined by candlelight, still a favorite pastime of theirs even
after so long in their relationship. Ami eagerly tasted the food and as
always pronounced it superb. Makoto's breast swelled with pride. Throughout
the meal, they would chew absently as their eyes saw nothing but each other.
After the meal was over, Makoto cleared the dishes away and began washing them.
Within moments Ami was behind her, reaching around and gripping her wrists as
she washed, while nuzzling the girl's shoulder blade with her cheek.

"Mmmmm," groaned Makoto, barely concentrating on what she was doing,
"You're not helping."

"Perhaps this will help," Ami smiled.

Her hands slithered away from Makoto's wrists and settled on her breasts.
Makoto loudly sucked in air as Ami began kneading them through the fabric of
the girl's dress. It shuddered out in a paroxysm of barely contained lust.
Makoto began grinding her ass against Ami's waist.

"I can't," she extracted with effort, "get the dishes done this way."

"I think they can wait," Ami whispered, planting a soft kiss on her
shoulder.

"I think you're right."

Makoto turned in Ami's grip, gathered her up in her arms with her hands
tucked under Ami's ass, and sought out her mouth. As they kissed, Ami's right
leg came up against Makoto's hip, her skirt riding up to reveal the garters
beneath. Makoto could feel the wet spot in Ami's panties as she ground them
into Makoto's hip. It matched her own.

When their lips finally parted, Makoto stared down at her love. Then
she bent down and scooped Ami up in her arms. The girl let out a squeal of
surprise, then wrapped her arms around Makoto's neck and melted to her.
Makoto carried her into the bedroom and set her down.

Once on her feet, Ami took control again. She reached around Makoto
from the front to undo the clasps to her dress that were in back of her. As
she did, their breasts touched and a shiver passed through them both. Makoto
stood hypnotized as Ami undid the dress, drew it forward and down until it
fell to the floor. She minced around behind Makoto as the girl remained still.
Ami traced the line of her lover's spine with her finger playfully, then undid
the bra and slid it down her arms. She undid the garters, but left the hose
on Makoto's legs, then slid the white panties down the girl's long legs.

Freed from the spell, Makoto turned around. She knelt at Ami's feet,
reached up and pulled the blazer from her shoulders. One by one the buttons
of Ami's blouse came open, Makoto looking at her the entire time. Ami reached
out and twirled the loose strand of brown hair that dangled over Makoto's ear.
When the blouse pulled open, Makoto leaned in and kissed Ami's belly, then
pulled the blouse away. Being tall had its advantages, as in this case:
Makoto was able to reach around and unhook Ami's bra while still on her knees.
The bra fell away and Makoto's fingers playfully grazed Ami's nipples for just
an instant. She grinned at the hiss of air that came from her lover.

The skirt came away in moments, revealing sexy garters no one would
guess the prim Ami Mizuno possessed. They disappeared as well, though the
black stockings remained, and were soon followed by her panties. Ami felt the
circulating air of the room tickle her.

Still kneeling, Makoto placed a hand on each of Ami's hips to brace her,
then leaned in and began lapping at the girl's groin. Almost immediately
Ami's face twisted in pleasure. Her breath shuddered out and she placed her
hands on Makoto's shoulders for added support. Soon her body was twisting and
squirming to the rhythm of Makoto's tongue, a tongue she needed to escape,
even if she didn't want to, but couldn't.

"Ohh!" she groaned. "That feels so good! Faster!"

Makoto licked until an orgasm washed over Ami. Her knees turned to
water and she slumped, caught by her lover. All she could do for moments
after was pant and, when she found the strength, kiss her lover's neck and
shoulder.

"Oh, you are such a naughty girl," Ami wheezed finally.

"What are you going to do about it?" leered Makoto.

Her answer was Ami suddenly shoving Makoto on the floor onto her back.
She quickly straddled the girl, sitting on her chest and bending forward.
With her arms wrapped around Makoto's thighs, she shoved her tongue to the
girl's vulva and started probing. Makoto instantly started squirming beneath
her. But Ami continued relentlessly, pushing her tongue between the lips,
taunting the clitoris with the tip and then moving on to other areas. Makoto
groaned. She moaned. She cursed. She sounded like a wounded animal in its
death throes. She pleaded with Ami to stop, begged her, threatened her.
Finally she stiffened and shrieked out the joy Ami had been searching for a
sign of, her fingers digging into Ami's hips.

Satisfied, Ami climbed off Makoto. Regaining her feet, she extended a
hand and pulled her lover up. Like magnets, they sought out the comfort of
each other's arms.

"So why'd we come into the bedroom if we weren't going to use the bed?"
Makoto asked as she crushed Ami to her.

"We still have the rest of the night," whispered Ami.

Makoto smiled. "You always were smarter than I was."
* * * *
"That was a lovely story, Usagi," Makoto said, entering the room. "Who
were you talking about?"

The cheeks of everybody in the room flushed red, their eyes seeking the
floor.

"Um, uh, well, no one, um, no one you'd know," Usagi babbled.

"The three of them have been sitting here gossiping about you and Ami
and your supposed romance," Luna told her.

"LUNA!!!" bellowed Usagi. Luna responded with a very malicious toothy
smile.

"Our romance?" gasped Ami, entering behind Makoto.

"What made you three think we were having a romance?" Makoto fumed.

"She started it!" Rei scowled, pointing at Usagi.

"And you two quickly tried to dissuade her, correct?" Ami asked, looking
directly at Rei and Minako with an angrily arched eyebrow.

"I. . .well," Rei stammered. "She started it!"

"I can't believe you three would even consider such a stupid notion!"
Makoto grumbled.

"Well," whined Usagi, "Sanjuro sounded so convincing."

"Sanjuro, huh?" Makoto nodded. "That explains that. I beat Sanjuro at
pick up basketball last month. I guess the little rodent just couldn't get
over it. But that doesn't excuse you, Usagi! I'm not like that! And I'm
really hurt that you'd make up stuff that said I was!"

Instantly Usagi was bowing at Makoto's feet. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm
sorry!" she wailed. "Please forgive me! I'll do anything!"

"Oh yeah? How about you do my homework for the next month?"

"I'll do anything else!"

"Yeah, you might want to reconsider that, Makoto," Rei jabbed. "After
all, you do want to pass, don't you?"

"SHUT UP, REI!" Usagi bellowed and stuck out her tongue.

"IT'S NOT MY FAULT YOU'RE AN IDIOT!" Rei bellowed back and stuck out her
tongue.

"Before you two get into another tongue war," Ami said firmly, "I think
the three of you owe us an apology."

"You're right, Ami," Usagi said, bowing penitently. "We just got to
talking and didn't know when to stop. I'm so sorry."

"Rei?" Makoto said.

"She's right," Rei said. "We let our mouths get ahead of our brains.
I'm sorry if we hurt you both."

"Minako?" Ami said.

"I don't know," Minako shrugged, "I think you both make a cute couple."

"MINAKO!!!" everyone roared.

"All right, all right! I'm," she stopped, extracting the words with
some difficulty, "sorry."

"But it's still Usagi's fault," Rei huffed.

"REI HINO, YOU ARE THE MEANEST PERSON IN THE WHOLE ENTIRE UNIVERSE!!!!"
bellowed Usagi.

In an instant Rei and Usagi were nose to nose, each one trying to give
the other one a longer raspberry. Minako was rolling on the floor with
laughter, while the cats tried to find a place to hide until it blew over.
Ami and Makoto looked at each other and sighed in resignation.

Then they both noticed that the other one really was kind of attractive.

THE END