Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Makoto's Friends with a Lesbian ❯ Makoto's Friends with a Lesbian ( Chapter 1 )

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Makoto's Friends with a Lesbian

First of all, before I tell this story, let me state for the record that I AM NOT A
LESBIAN!

Alright, I admit I've masturbated with the others (Usagi, Ami, Rei and Minako; I'll get
into that later). Ami and I even touch each other sometimes (I'll get into that later, too).
But I've never made love to another girl and I don't have any intention of doing so. It
kind of makes things difficult though, since I have a friend who would like nothing more
than to bed me down for a night…or two…or three…Well, you get the idea.

Let me set the stage for you: It was six months ago. My high school class was being
introduced to a new student. Her name was Yuki Izumo. She had dark purple hair, long
and flowing. Her eyes had a slightly purple tinge to them as well. Her skin was creamy
white and, just as a visual aid of course, her breasts were very large. Abnormally large
for a girl her size, but still nowhere near as large as mine. You know, my breasts have
suddenly been growing larger and larger over the past year. People tell me they're the
size of watermelons now and some people have started teasing me, but I don't care. I
honestly can't tell you how much I love having my breasts as enormous as they are. I
play with them all the time when I masturbate. They really soft, but they don't sag. They
stay nice and round. It just feels great bouncing them around in my hands.

Anyway, I'm getting off topic. So Yuki chose the empty desk right behind me in class. I
turned to look at her, and she grinned and gave me this frilly wave. I nodded to
acknowledge it. Then I turned and saw two other girls whispering and giggling and
pointing at Yuki. I couldn't make out what they were saying and I wouldn't find out until
later.

The rest of that day was pretty well normal. The next day, I go to school, open my
locker, and I see a love letter. It was your typical love letter on the outside with the little
envelope with the heart on the front. The beginning was pretty much the same as all the
others a girl gets:

"Makoto,

You're beautiful. I'm really attracted to you. Ever since we met I've wanted you…."

But the rest was anything but typical. I was thinking whoever wrote that letter certainly
had a flair for the erotic:

"…I just wish I could make love to you. I would love to reach under your shirt and
cradle your big, beautiful breasts. I would love to rub against your body, kiss you softly
on the mouth, nibble your neck. To take your clothes off slowly, letting the soft fabric
rub slowly against your skin, unfastening your bra and unleashing those beautiful breasts,
letting your soft panties caress you from your sex to your thighs to your feet. To reach
between your legs and slowly, ever so slowly start to…"

That was as far as I got. I couldn't read any further or else I swear, I would have started
touching myself right in the middle of the hallway. My face as red as a tomato, I quickly
put the letter in my case and hurried off to class. I was almost late.

Yuki was there to greet me at the door. The first thing she asked was whether I wanted
to be her partner in Phys. Ed. We were starting a new girls' wrestling program.

"Sure," I told her, smiling, "Just remember, it's your funeral."

I turned around to go to my desk, and there were the same two girls, whispering and
giggling again. And this time they had a third girl with them. I didn't have a clue what
was going on, but somehow I knew it had something to do with me and Yuki.

Phys. Ed. period came quickly enough. Too bad it can't end as fast. I may have the
physical strength of an athlete, but I can't stand sports. Anyway, Yuki and I took our turn
on the mat. It was funny though, all through our first match Yuki wasn't even trying. It
was almost as if she wanted me to pin her. I took her down for the three pins.

Every time I pinned her our breasts would touch. When you've got two girls with huge
breasts, what do you expect? But every time, she had this look on her face, smiling, like
she was in a dream.

We managed to get a second shot at it before the end of the period. Yuki tried harder in
this next match. I'd pinned her twice and she pinned me once. I was my own fault. I got
sloppy on a hold. Anyway, I had her in a half nelson and was turning around for the
third pin when I received a shock. Yuki reached between my legs and squeezed my
crotch!

I didn't know if it was accidental or deliberate. I didn't care. I acted on instinct, grabbed
Yuki by the arm, brought her over my shoulder and drove her body hard to the mat. The
second I heard her body come down, I knew I'd winded her. Hell, if I'd really lost it, I
could have torn her arm off.

I sat her up instantly and helped her get her breathing back. I apologized profusely and
then walked back to the change room, completely embarrassed . As I made my way, I
saw the same three girls exchange knowing glances.

I walked home and flopped on the bed. Too many weird things happened that day and
I'd be damned if I could make any sense of it. Then that so-called "love letter" slipped
out of my case and for some strange reason I started reading it again. I guess I just
wanted to see what other fun things my secret admirer had planned. As you might
expect, by the time I was halfway through the first paragraph, I was touching my body all
over. Believe me, if any other girl read that letter, they'd be doing the same thing. I
won't go into anymore detail, but that letter read like a story in Countdown (that's a
hentai comic for those who aren't familiar with it).

I slapped the letter on the counter. I practically tore off my uniform and bra and kicked
my case off the bed, sending it flying across the room. I couldn't help it. It was like I
was possessed. Oh, the things the writer of that letter wanted to do to me. I couldn't
help but be turned on. I started tugging at my breasts and nipples while my left hand was
deep inside my panties, clawing at my hairless area.

I came within minutes, squirming and thrashing all over the bed. It never takes me long
to come when I masturbate. I really should learn to stretch it out and make it last. But I
masturbated at least three more times that day. I couldn't get that letter out of my head.

The next day seemed pretty typical, which was what I was hoping for. After yesterday, I
wasn't in the mood for any more sex games. We had a substitute teacher in gym and
since she didn't have a lesson plan, we just played basketball for the entire period. Yuki
was one of the captains and I was her first choice. I ran by her side and she hugged me,
which was a little more than I'd expected. Our team won, but I wasn't sure by how
much. To be honest, I wasn't paying much attention. My mind was still twenty four
hours behind me.

I walked into the locker room after bathing. You work up a pretty good sweat on the
basketball court. Sure enough, there were the same three girls. The smallest one, Miyuki
piped up.

"Hey Makoto," she said, "First in wrestling and now basketball. Can't you two wait until
after school to fool around?"

"What the Hell are you talking about?!" I cast a shadow over all three of them, who just
started cringing, "Look, you guys have been talking behind my back for three days now.
I know it has something to do with Yuki. Now, what's going on?!"

"You…you mean you don't know? You haven't heard about her?"

"Know what? Heard what? What are you talking about?"

Miyuki walked up and whispered to me.

"Yuki likes girls."

"So? What does that have to do with…"

Bang.

I slumped down on a bench as the other girls quickly changed and left. I didn't know
what to think. The hug during basketball, the wrestling, the letter, it all pointed to her.
Oh, but I had no proof of that. What happened during wrestling could have been an
accident. That letter could have come from anyone. There are a lot of over-sexed kids in
our school. Maybe the hug was just enthusiasm. But I couldn't deny that she was still
paying a lot of attention to me considering we'd just met and hardly knew each other
and…

"Makoto?"

I recognized the soft voice immediately. I turned, and there was Yuki, wrapped in a
towel. She had this twinkle in her eyes that I've only seen when somebody…

Oh no. I quickly turned away.

"I thought you'd be on your way home by now. I know you don't like this class very
much."

"Uh…well…I was just thinking, that's all."

"Really? Anything or anyone in particular?"

I could feel her sit down on the bench beside me. I still tried to keep my back to her.

"No, nothing…Just some random thoughts, that's all."

"Really? I don't ever think random. If I get a thought in my head, I focus on it until it
fills my every waking hour."

Suddenly the towel I was wrapped in fell to my sides. I could feel a pair of hands
running up and down my back.

"And I've been thinking of you."

I turned my head, still trying to keep my back to her, and she was naked too. She
wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself close, pressing her breasts against
my back and snuggling her head against the back of my neck.

"You're beautiful Makoto. I want you sooo badly. It wasn't enough to just write my
feelings to you. I have to show you."

I felt her hands moving upwards, past my stomach to my breasts. I pulled away hard.

"How? By writing me ecchi love letters and molesting me in gym?! What kind of person
do you take me for?! Let's get one thing straight! I won't make love to someone on
those terms and besides, I'm not like you! I'm not interested in girls!"

I gathered my clothes and stormed out of the locker room. When I got home though, I'd
had a chance to calm down and I started to think I'd over-reacted. Yuki wasn't a bad
person. I mean when she wasn't fondling me or proposing to have wild sex with me, she
was a very nice person. She was just a little misguided on how to approach me, and there
I was exploding at her. I didn't want to do that. I know how it feels to look for someone
to love you. I wanted to be her friend. Still, I had to convince her that I wasn't interested
in a sexual relationship.

This was over my head. I needed some advice. So I called Ami.

"Makoto, what's wrong?"

"Ami, can I come over? I really need to talk to someone. It's a little sensitive."

"Sure. My mom's away for a couple days."

"Gee, let me guess what you'll be doing for the next couple days. Well, I've got some
choice reading material here that may help you with that."

You see, Ami only masturbates when her mother's away. I know this because I was the
one who helped her to start masturbating. But I'll let Ami tell you that story.

The most fascinating part of masturbating with Ami is watching her breasts. They're not
anywhere as big as mine, but her nipples, they're absolutely enormous. If my breasts are
the size of watermelons, then her nipples are the size of large cherries (and if you don't
think that's big, go find some large cherries for comparison). She plays with her nipples
all the time. And when she's aroused and her nipples get hard, they become swollen and
grow even larger. I didn't think it was possible for nipples that size to get any larger, but
I've seen it happen. And I have to admit, when I first saw her nipples, I really wanted to
play with them too.

One time, we were masturbating together and I was watching her lying back, rubbing her
clit with her right hand while her left hand gently pinched and twisted her huge buds of
flesh. I couldn't stand it anymore. I succumbed to curiosity and temptation, crawled
over to her, and started playing with those enormous nipples, plucking at them. She
came about thirty seconds later, but afterwards, she looked at me like I was a pervert or
something, and I really couldn't blame her. I probably gave that same look to Yuki in the
locker room.

"Uh…if it will make you feel any better, you can play with my breasts," I remember
telling her, as if this would make her forget it happened.

Much to my surprise, Ami grabbed my breasts and started squeezing them. I'm telling
you that girl doesn't know her own strength. She has a grip on her and she really knows
how to squeeze. I started rubbing myself and it naturally didn't take me long to come.
From that day on, we made a silent promise to each other that whenever we masturbated
together, we both had permission to touch each others' breasts. But only each others'
breasts. We don't touch each others' genitals. We save those parts of our bodies for the
hands of a lover.

I've masturbated with Rei and Minako, and even Usagi a couple of times and they've all
taught me a thing or two (of course I'm pretty sure I've taught them some things), but
Ami is the one I've done it the most with. We've always seemed to have this connection
where if one of us doesn't have the solution to something, the other will. As strange as it
may seem to you, when we masturbate, we usually talk to each other. Oh, nothing much,
just about current events, the weather, what boys we like, just typical small talk. But
Ami usually masturbates alone and she's only done it with me, except for one time…

We were partying at Usagi's house, while her parents were away. Usagi was a little
drunk (from one drink -- she never could hold her liquor). I don't know what she was
thinking at the time, but her face instantly reddened and before we knew what was
happening, she shoved her hands down her pants and started rubbing like crazy. We
were stunned for about 30 seconds, we couldn't believe this was happening. Then all of a
sudden, Rei jumped in and started taking off her clothes and touching herself too (who
knows - maybe she got turned on watching Usagi, maybe she was a little drunk herself).
A few minutes later, Minako and I took of our clothes and got into the act (I can't speak
for Minako, but me, I just joined in because it was better than sitting around gawking like
an idiot at everybody else having fun). For Ami, the thought of getting naked and
masturbating in a room full of people, even though we were all her friends, took a little
more convincing. Eventually, she unbuttoned her shirt and once the clothes were off, she
got into it too. And if you're a friend and you ask her, I think she'll admit that she had
fun that night too. I remember afterwards we all fell asleep naked in Usagi's living
room.

Anyway, I really got off topic there for a minute and I apologize ( is it getting
warm in here?). Well, I went to Ami's house, and I brought the letter with me. I
knocked on the door and when Ami answered it, sure enough, all she was wearing was a
pair of white panties and an unbuttoned dress shirt.

"I knew it," I said, "Ever since we did it that first time, you've been almost insatiable."

"Get inside," she pulled me in and quickly locked the door, "Do you want the whole
complex to know?"

"Sorry."

"I'd like some things kept private, thank you very much. And I'm not insatiable! I only
masturbate when my mother's away, you know that. And it's not like it's a need, I just
like to do it occasionally. I don't have to do it every day, like some people I know."

"Hey, I do not masturbate every day."

"Let's just agree to disagree okay? Now what's wrong? You said you had a problem."

Ami took me by the hand and we sat on the living room couch. I took out the letter and
handed it to her.

"Well, maybe it's a good thing you're dressed like that, because I'll tell you, this is going
to blow your mind."

"A love letter?"

"That depends on how you look at it. Read."

"Makoto, you're beautiful. I'm really attracted to you, Ever since we met I mmhmm,
mmhmm, mmhmm, mm…oh…oh wow…oh my God…oh wow…"

Ami reached into her shirt and started playing with her huge nipples, which were already
swelling and hardening right before my eyes. Once she'd finished the letter, she put it
down to give herself a free hand, reached into her panties and began exploring her own
hairless zone. Then I started thinking of the letter and I started touching myself too.
Within minutes, the clothes were off and we were naked on Ami's living room couch,
exploring every inch of our bodies. I alternated my hands, rubbing my smooth sex, then
squeezing my breasts and bouncing them up and down, then back to rubbing. Ami
couldn't hold still. She was all over the couch, constantly switching positions, pleasuring
one area and then another. Eventually we both came and there we lay on Ami's couch,
naked, sweaty and panting (are you getting turned on yet? ).

"Well, aside for a potential stalker, it seems pretty harmless to me," Ami said, getting her
breath back, "And we both know if anyone tried any thing you could break them in half."

"It's not that simple," I told her, "What would you say if I told you a girl wrote that?"

Ami's eyes went wide, looking at the letter in surprise, then turning back to me.

"You're kidding."

"My sentiments exactly."

"How do you know?"

"She told me. Her name's Yuki Izumo. She just transferred to our school and she's in
my class."

"And?"

"And she made a pass at me in the locker room today and I yelled at her."

"Okay. When do we get to the problem?"

"I'm just feeling really bad about yelling at her. The truth is she's really a nice girl.
She's just looking for someone. I can relate to that. After my…parents died…"

Ami hugged me gently around the neck.

"I know Makoto. I know. But you're not seriously going to tell me you're attracted to
this girl?"

"Of course not!"

"Then what?"

"Well, maybe we could do something to help each other. I wouldn't mind being her
friend, I just want her to know I don't want the kind of relationship she's expecting."

"Well, then your solution's simple. Tell her what you just told me."

"What?"

"You heard me. Just tell her. Look at it this way. You've already rejected her and
chances are you've broken her heart. Telling her this could only be for the better, right?"

"Well, I suppose…Thanks, Ami." I lightly hugged her back.

"Well, sometimes you already know what to do. You just need someone to tell you to do
it," Ami looked me in the face and started lightly rubbing her crotch, "You did that for
me once."

I got up off the couch and started putting on my clothes. I stopped just short of the door.

"Oh, do you need me to help you clean up in the living room? I'd hate to have left a
mess for you to clean."

"If you did, you aren't the only one," Ami said, just gathering her shirt and panties, "I can
handle it. I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?"

"Okay, see ya."

I walked home with a skip in my step. I felt better now that I had a plan (or at least a
plan that someone finally told me to execute). Tomorrow, I'd make up with Yuki and
straighten things out. Everything could be fine. I remember I slept like a baby that night.

Unfortunately, I hit an unexpected snag that made me question my confidence in the
plan. Yuki didn't arrive at school the next day. I spent the whole day wondering and
worrying about her. Maybe I went too far with her. At least the girls who had been
teasing me the last couple of days had stopped, but I was too worried about Yuki to really
notice.

As soon as I got home after school, I called her home, but what her mother had to say
didn't make me feel any better. She said that ever since Yuki got home from school
yesterday she was really depressed. She moped around the house all morning and she
went out about an hour ago, without saying where she was going. I told her mother I'd
call back and hung up.

My mind went into a spiral. Where was she? I had hoped she hadn't done something
stupid, but that was crazy talk. Over a spat in a locker room? Or was it so crazy? Some
people have jumped off buildings for less. Suddenly, I heard my doorbell.

Yuki was standing in the doorway, with a dozen long-stemmed roses. I remember my
first reaction was more surprise than anything else.

"Makoto, I hope you'll find it in your heart not to slam the door in my face until I'm
finished talking. I know you don't have any reason to like me right now, and I really
don't blame you. I was horrible, doing all those things without considering your feelings.
It's just that…well, I'm just really attracted to you and I'd like to get to know you better.
All I can say is I'm really sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I'm…done now, so you
can slam the door."

"Yuki, come inside for a minute."

Yuki couldn't believe it. She was wide-eyed as she walked in the house. We walked
over to my couch.

"Sit down," I told her, "You weren't at school today."

"I…wasn't sure how you'd feel."

"I called your house and your mother said you were depressed."

"Yeah…well, I…," she was getting choked up, so I knew I had to move this along.

"Look, I'd like to talk to you about yesterday. Look, you just caught me off guard, okay?
I didn't mean to yell at you like I did. I'm not saying I liked it, but I maybe can
understand it. Was there…anyone else at your old school?"

"Well, there was one girl. She was smart, pretty, she had a great body, a lot like yours
actually. As it turned out she was attracted to me too. We got together and we were
happy, and then I got the news that we were moving to Tokyo. I can't tell you how hard
it was to leave her. We were together for a couple nights before I moved here."

"'Together'. You mean you slept with her?"

"Yeah. Leaving her was really depressing. I didn't think I'd get over it. Then I met you,
and it felt like everything just clicked again. I meant it when I said I was attracted to
you."

"I know the feeling. You see, my parents died in a plane crash years ago. I've been
living on my own ever since."

"Makoto, I'm sorry. That's terrible."

"Well, let's just say I know what it's like to need someone to love."

I took her hand in mine, looking into her eyes.

"Look Yuki, I'm flattered, but you have to understand, I don't feel the same way you do.
I'm sorry. I'd like to be your friend, if you'll let me, but I can't be your lover."

Yuki lowered her head. There was an awkward silence, then she raised her head and
spoke.

"Friends it is, then."

She closed he hands over mine as she spoke. She had a weak smile on her face, but I
could sense the disappointment in her voice. Then I spoke.

"Uh, I'm probably going to regret saying this, but if it helps, I…sometimes…masturbate
with my friends."

"Really?" Instantly, Yuki's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, "Have you ever touched any
of your friends?"

"I…have one friend. We touch sometimes, yes."

"When you touch, does it feel good?" Yuki was practically salivating.

"Nice try, but it's not going to work, making me look like a lesbian so I'll sleep with
you."

"Damn!" Yuki snapped her fingers.

"When we touch, it's not meant to be sexual. It's playful. It's fun. And besides, we
don't fondle each other. We only touch each others' breasts."

Yuki's face immediately reddened.

"Makoto…Can I please…touch your breasts?…Just for a minute. Please?"

"Oh, I don't know, Yuki…"

"Please? Pretty please?"

"Hmmmm. I…I guess so."

I pulled my shirt over my head and let my breasts roll out for her to see. For a second,
she looked as if she was going to faint.

"What do you think. Some people can't handle them."

The only words she could get out were, "They're so big!"

I cradled them in my hands and started lightly bouncing them.

"My thoughts exactly. And I wouldn't have it any other way. They're like my babies. I
love having them big and beautiful like this."

I couldn't believe how her hands were trembling as she reached out to grab them. She
gasped as she cupped them in her hands.

"Oh…oh wow. They're so big and round. They don't sag at all. But they're so soft too.
I can't believe how soft they are."

Then she started snuggling her cheek against my breasts.

"…So soft…"

That's where I drew the line. I pulled her ear and got her off me.

"Owowowowowowowowowowowowow!"

"That was a little much, don't you think?"

"I'm sorry. Really I am. I guess I over-reacted."

"I would guess so too, yes."

I put my shirt back on and we walked to the door. Just as I was about to open it, Yuki
piped up.

"What, no goodbye kiss?"

"You're pushing it Yuki."

"Come on. Technically, we just broke up."

"How do you figure that, when we were never together?"

"Oh, just one little kiss, please? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeze."

She was two seconds away from begging me on bended knee.

"Oh, all right!"

Yuki almost squealed, she was so happy. She inched her face closer to mine and our lips
met. It was a soft open-mouth kiss, but Yuki took care to make sure it wasn't French.
She stayed on her side and I stayed on mine, if you know what I mean. Don't ask me to
comment on her kissing performance though. I don't have the qualifications to rate girls.

"Damn!" Yuki said after the kiss.

"What? What?!" I had to admit, I was a little confused.

"It's just that you look great, your body feels good, and on top of that, you're a great
kisser! It's like some kind of sick joke that you don't like girls."

"The gay community's loss I guess," I told her, "It's time for you to go now."

"Wait! Can we masturbate together sometime?"

"Yes, but call me first, so we can set something up."

"Can we touch?"

"As long as it's above the belt, you can touch anything you want."

"…………"

"Are you sure you don't want to have sex?"

"Will you just get out of here! Your parents must be worried sick."

"Oh alright. I'll see you in school tomorrow."

"Fine. Goodbye."

I closed the door and locked it behind me. I looked at the roses that she'd bought for me
lying on my kitchen counter and something in the back of my mind told me tomorrow
was going to be a long day.

So, I have a lesbian for a friend. I don't regret being her friend because she really is a
nice person, and when we masturbate she has taught me a couple of things that have
helped make my sessions last longer, even though I still think I come way to fast. The
only down side is I still keep getting the love letters from her and she always gives me
these seductive looks in class whenever I look her way. I have to give her credit, she is
persistent.

The love letters though have worked to her advantage, because I got her to send them to a
publisher (making sure our names were changed of course) that prints out erotic
literature. They decided to make a book out of them. The book should be on the shelves
next week. I know Ami, Rei, Minako and Usagi will be buying copies and I hear they
recommended it to Haruka and Michiru. Maybe it will give those two some ideas they
haven't tried yet.

As for me, since I have the original works, I won't need to buy a copy. I have to admit,
sometimes when I'm bored, I read those letters and I always manage to come up with
some ideas on how to amuse myself.

The end

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the Sailors doing it. No stories involving Chibi Usa as a child either or even Chibi Chibi.
I know there's at least one story out there with Chibi Chibi and I think that's just sick!
She's only four years old for crying out loud! An older Chibi Usa is fine, but I don't
write about children. You'll notice I write all the characters at a point in their lives when
they're at least 16-years-old (16 being as young as I'll go, I'd really prefer 18 years or
older, like in the story you just read). Also, no stories with Mamoru doing the deed with
any other Sailor except Usagi, because that's just wrong!