My Yuri Harem: Pen's Eye [10]

The room was cool. The air conditioner was turned on, and the constant breeze was soothing against the sun’s wrath during day time.

The bed sheet was a mess. One pillow was on the floor, while other was in between the legs of the individual whose limbs were spread across the whole bed. The breathing was somewhat heavy, which was evident of the fact that a session of love making was concluded recently.

The room was dimply lit by a fluorescent blue bulb located in the middle of the fan, giving the room an eerie vibe.

There was a sound of water running in the distance, followed by the sound of tap being closed.

The figure on the bed moved to the assigned place on the right side and turned the ozone machine ON. Out came the pack of cigarette and he plucked one out, pressed it between his lips, and lit it on fire using the Zippo he always used.

There were sounds of paper fluttering in a short distance, while Mapalla continued smoking his cigarette.

Trigman walked into the room dressed in nothing while he held the files. The blue embers ricocheted against his toned body, and he looked more like the Hulk than a hunk.

He looked at the guy sitting on the bed , while Mapalla shot a coy smile at him. Trigman walked towards his partner, threw the papers across the bed, and took the cigarette out of his mouth. Then, he put the cigarette in his own lips and took a huge puff out of it. He took the cigarette out but stored all the smoke into his mouth. He looked at Mapalla and put his lips to his and both opened their mouths at the same time.

The smoke surrounded their faces while they continued their kiss.

Guess that made a metaphor for their burning passions for each other.

When the smoke was all done, they separated from each other, and Trigman walked out of the room immediately. He returned with a couple of beer bottles and handed one to Mapalla. The he walked around the bed and sat down next to the papers he tossed earlier.

Both of them put the bottles in their mouths and cocked the bottle open by using their teeth.

*POP* *POP*

*GULP* *GULP*

Mapalla took another sip before he broke the silence. “Are those her reports?”

Trigman explained, “Yeah. But they are not just reports. The are suggestions and referential material 

by well known doctors from Japan, Canada, States. Not only that, I circulated my reports and your theory to Harvard, Oxford, MIT and Yale. Turns out, people would agree with an alternative, even if it can’t be explained by science.”

“That is not true, and you know it. They must have tested the alternatives and then given their opinions right?”

“I don’t know about that. I am not the best guy to work with.”

The air was heavy. The tone Trigman spoke was more concerned and cornered rather than bored.

After a brief pause, he continues to speak, “It is not easy being a genius, now is it? I may have their attention, but I don’t have their approval. I have their respect but not their co-operation.”

“Don’t beat yourself over it. You are not the one who deals in favors. I know why you are desperate for a solution, but Madonna already has one. Resolving the tied knots would be a change of pace and a big step up for her self development. Trust in her.”

“She is a bag of mistakes. Whatever comes out of her is usually catastrophic. You and me both know that. It is a surprise we have been able to deal with her for so long.”

“You sound like you are ready to abandon her.”

Trigman turned his head to a side and muttered, “Never Mappa. Never utter something so blasphemous. I would kill myself for her sake. She is one of the two people most precious in my life. 

So if you have any funny thoughts, let me hear them.”

Mapalla shrugged in fear of being eaten or getting burned in his rage.

“Then why are you sounding so pessimistic?” He asked.

The anger died down and Trigman was covered in the same confused and mellow aura like before.

“Because-

-Its not just herself in the problem this time.”

The room was cool. The air conditioner was turned on, and the constant breeze was soothing against the sun’s wrath during day time.

The bed sheet was a mess, but the individuals involved didn’t care about it.

The air had a musky fragrance, filled with the scent of sweat and cum. The parties involved were clinging onto their respective partners, sharing a passionate kiss, while their legs were in a lock. Their thighs caressed each other’s shivering vaginas, while their chest moved up and down to catch a break.

The room was dimly lit. the moonlight filled the creaks in the room with its white blanked.

The ladies, who had their lips locked for a while now, pulled themselves back. Following couple more heavy breaths, the ladies calmed down and opened their eyes.

What they saw was the person who brought content and meaning to their lives. They gave each other smiles and couple of small laughs.

Intense pleasure followed by lighthearted nature. Best way to conclude the mesmerizing ride the body has been through.

Madonna’s hands were tied up to her back with PVC tape. Same tape tied her feet, but she could still open her legs to accommodate Kyo’s in between. It wasn’t as frisky as how Madonna tied Kyo, 

Simple because they were taking it slow tonight.

Before she let her free, Kyo ran her hand from her neck to rubbing both of her breasts, followed by a scan of her belly. She also took her leg away from Madonna’s crotch, exposing it to the chilly atmosphere. She took the hand to her back and squeezed her butt cheeks and finally rested her hand between her legs.

Madonna closed her eyes at her gesture, implying her want for more.

Kyo took her hand out and playfully slapped her cheeks. Madonna realized she wasn’t getting anymore tonight when Kyo started untying her.

Finally free, Madonna spread her arms on the bed, and kyo placed her head on her shoulder. They both turned to face each other and Madonna gave her a kiss on her forehead. Returning the gesture,

Kyo kissed Madonna on her cheeks.

Both ladies wrapped themselves in each other’s arms, ready to slip in the slumber, when Kyo asked, “Hey Mad, I’m curious about something.”

“What is it, doll?” Madonna replied without opening her eyes.

“Did you have an explicit relation with P.A.?”

This forced Madonna to open her eyes. She looked at Kyo and said, “Why does it matter?”

“It doesn’t. I just-“

She paused.

“-wanted to know.”

Madonna put some strength in her voice. “What you need to know, is that I am your wife. I am yours. And I will never do anything to lose you.”

Kyo seemed content with this answer, as she was all smiles when she heard this.

She lowered her head and playfully ruffled it in Madonna’s breasts.

She stayed there for a while, listening to Madonna’s heartbeat, while Madonna closed her eyes again.

“Mad, can I ask something else?”

“What is it, dollface?”

“Now that your memories are coming back, who was the first person who you had sex with? It doesn’t have to be anyone I know. I am just curious about a name.”

Madonna replied without opening her eyes, “Well, you know the person. Actually, we met him today.”

“Huh” Kyo was rightfully confused.

Madonna enlightened her, “Why, it was Mapalla.”

“Heh?” Kiyomi made that noise for the first time. Now, she was more dreaded than confused.

Madonna opened her eyes to look at her confused expressions.

“Wait, have we never had this conversation before?”

“N—N-N-N-NO!” Kyo was stuttering.

She always transformed into a ball of cuteness when she was in a pinch.

“H—Ha—how? I thought you were not straight.”

Madonna curved her eyebrows in annoyance.

“Well, I wasn’t born a lesbian now, was I?”

Kyo felt like she was sinking into a quicksand.

“Listen here cutesy, the chronicles of me and Mapalla hooking up. I was 15. Mapalla was 21. I came back home after high school, and Mapalla was lying on the sofa. That was a day when we had a biology lesson about sexual organs. I discussed this Mapalla, and in the meantime, Trigman came home too. We decided to give it a go.”

Kyo’s jaw was on the metaphorical floor. She was trying to measure the amount of innocence should be allotted to a child.

“So we read a little bit in the book and grasped the bare minimum of the knowledge. I told them about condoms and Mapalla bought like a box of 15. I don’t remember that part. Next thing I know, we were o the bed. I removed my panties, and my school frock. Mapalla dropped his jeans and out came an erect penis. We were actually both confused when that happened.” Madonna Chuckled.

“Anyways, Mapalla wore a condom and penetrated me. It lasted for like, I don’t know, three minutes, and we were really tired of this charade. Both of us didn’t come. Trigman was curious, but baffled. He was confused if he wanted to do this ‘sex thing’ with me or Mapalla. Since he was more comfortable with him, he chose Mapalla. I just sat there, watching two boys going at it, while I was getting hot and bothered by seeing them.”

Kyo still had her mouth open.

“At the end, I did come, but only after seeing them. They were both smiling and making noises, that it stimulated me. In the end, I got pissed at them because they enjoyed it without me.”

This made Kyo laugh. She started with a chuckle and it led to her laughing loudly. Madonna also broke into laughter, and the room was filled with their voices once again.

After a moment of ease, Kyo hugged Madonna tightly, while Madonna said, “Nobody is born a certain way. I learned about sex, and then I rejected that aspect of society. I chose someone of the same gender as me because that provided me with a different sense of appericiation for human life. And I got that appreciation in return. Today, I am with you, and I thank god for making me gay.”

Kyo had her head in Madonna’s breasts, while she looked over at her face.

“Mad, I have fallen for you once again.”

Following the statement, Kyo raised her body and touched her lips with her partner’s, while the bliss of love came over the two lovers.