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They were just two unassuming upper class Japanese girls from the backwoods of Tokyo who had exclusively lesbian friends, with hardly a man in sight- At least, a functional one, anyway. Their eyes had met at the right time, in the wrong place, and indifferent circumstances, as they sized up the girl they both really wanted but couldn't make time with, outside the gates of a private girl's academy.
(Which in the interest of complete disclosure happened to boast a nearly entirely gay student body.)
Kind of an average couple, normal situation you might say, nothing out of the ordinary...
Matsuri walked beside Harumin in the attitude of a faithful, if extremely annoying dog. It had been painful for her to learn the slightest humility, it not being in her nature- but she was in love, and had it so bad, it was once again giving her a stomachache out of frustration and unresolved horniness! This was supposed to be one of the couples' infamous high altitude dates, which hopefully would lead to an afternoon of grabass, or perhaps something a tat more robust. At least, she thought of the situation that way, which might have been a wee bit too hopeful on her part. But the park with its lovely mountain lake had a reputation for inspiring romantic feelings...
“Quit friggin’ staring at me!” Harumin requested.
“I’ve been watching you for a long time now!” Matsuri began, winking and chomping furiously on a huge wad of pink, unusual smelling bubblegum. She was thinking how fine her honey looked in the new fire red outdoors outfit purchased for the excursion, that fit that curvy body to glove-sure perfection. Hot!
“Yeah.’ her crush replied jadedly, ’ I can tell. Your eyes have crossed.”
“Ouch!”
“Are we actually going anywhere, Matsuri? I mean, we seem to be making a big monotonous slow circle of this park. I’m sure I recognize that maggoty dead bird over there from earlier!”
“Well actually, I thought today maybe we could rent some fishing gear, you know- catch the big ones!” She pantomimed reeling Harumin in by the boobs, causing the offended girl to groan and aim a well placed shoulder punch at her. In fact, Matsuri was always telling Yuzu that very thing whenever she asked what the two did on their “Dates”,
“We went fishing!” Matsuri would always laugh.
Yuzu would smirk knowingly. “You didn’t go up there to fish, cowgirl! Dirty Matsuri!”
And Mei would add: “The only lines she ever casts out are her double entendres!”
Matsuri rubbed her frogged shoulder and winced.
“Well anyway Harumin I don’t care if you’re moving slow or fast as long as it’s in my direction!”
Harumin rolled her eyes. “God! In the name of Old Mother Dammit what a dumbass line!”
“I thought it was cool!”
“You would!”
After a few minutes Harumin spied some playground toys, and dragging the lovesick chick behind like a not terribly admired fashion accessory, sat the two of them down on a couple of ludicrous cartoony spring-driven bouncy animals, she on a horse and the other on a sheep.
" There's nothing to hold on to!" the pink cowgirl complained, slipping and sliding as the mount rocked.
Harumin shook her head. " This horse ain't got no reins on it! We just gotta ride it if we can!"
"God, that's such a fuckin' dumb comment!"
They began to awkwardly rock them. Matsuri was about about to bring up the erotic possibilities of the vibrating and rubbing of the seats but instead wisely just deadpanned “YEE-HAH!” She rocked listlessly, joylessly smacking the mock-steed's plastic rump. Her companion sat across on a similar worthy mount nervously bouncing up and down and wondering why it seemed to be agitating her so much.
“I’m softer to ride than that damn horse, Harumin, and I can do more tricks!” Matsuri leered suicidally, finally unable to keep her nasty mouth shut.
WHUMP!
The big purse hit her. Hard! Down the little would-be rodeo queen went onto the ground with a painful sounding thump, flat ass spraddle legged. As if nothing had happened, she dusted herself off and got back on the spring powered beast. “WHOOOOOOOA, NELLY!” she straight-faced. They sat in silence for a while. Matsuri finally grabbed her silent companion by one arm, and with a serious tone for once, said: “I thought we had leveled up together. I mean after last month when we both- YAWP!”
Harumin interrupted roughly, grabbing her and pointing a warning finger. “ Listen- I certainly ain't any kind of queer! What we had going on there was strictly a one-shot thing!” The way she said it meant business. Actually, it meant closed for business. The subject of “Last month” was not to be broached again.
Matsuri sighed, remembering that day "last month" with crystal clarity...
The big chested girl had suddenly squeezed her so tightly into her jumbo headlights she nearly smothered, repeating over and over: "You damn brat, you little brat!" With those juicy full lips forced so hard against her mouth that she was tasting toothpaste and lip gloss, and the suction had Matsuri worrying over all her expensive dental work. The little pink heifer was standing on Harumin's feet like a waltzing mouse but at that moment neither cared a flying fuck at a rolling donut. Somewhere along the sweaty, awkward way, panties had started falling and cupcakes came out to play- when suddenly...
Inori, her perverted kid brother, walked right in during the middle of the intense tongue wrangling, for some reason watching through a pair of toy binoculars.
"I just knew you two muff wranglers were off sharing the peach while the dishes piled up! Mom's paying you to babysit, not sit on your baby! " He said lewdly, before Harumin swung a toy tire iron from the underaged perv's own play tool set at his head...
She popped another gigantic bubble. The whole complicated situation seemed simple in her way of seeing. “I mean, it’s nobody’s business but ours.”
“Okay... we ain't like guns.” Harumin explained. “ I guess I gotta confess that we may be a couple of pistols, but we sure as shit ain't the type that go off when they’re cocked.”
It was a deep truth, a profound unarguable fact- and for that matter just a plain old ridiculous way to put it, but the younger girl chewed over it thoughtfully for a few minutes, popping and cracking the strange-smelling gum furiously. Matsuri blew a bubble roughly the size of a basketball, nonchalantly allowing it to pop back right into her own impassive face.
Harumin offered a look of complete disgust. “That damn bubblegum! I can’t stand it anymore!”
“If you can’t fix it you gotta stand it! It's my only bad habit- besides you! ” her smart-alack admirer smirked, which earned a good solid smack on the arm. Hard.
“Why’d you do that?”
“Guess!”
" Behind all that, it's terrific gum! You should try it! It's my favorite flavor- "Woman Smell!"
Another smack, this one more meaningful, stopped that avenue of conversation.
Getting up, they continued to walk in silence. Matsuri turned her puppy-dog eyes on Harumin again, and in a puzzled voice, asked: “I imagined for a while you kind of liked me. But once we started hanging you just distanced yourself again. I mean we could have had it all! It could have been the two of us somewhere together! And you know it!”
She threw her hands up in disbelief.
“But what’s left for us now? Burokubakku Yama, that’s all we’ve got" She gestured in despair at the lovely mountain park. “What happened to us?” she questioned, beginning to blow another mammoth bubble.
Harumin turned and grabbed her, shaking the smart ass kid until her teeth chattered. The skin of gum set to spattering all over her startled face. “If you really must know, it’s that friggin’ bubblegum! That damned smacking and chewing and bubbles bursting! I sonofabitch hate it! Why the Hell can’t you break that obnoxious habit?” Harumin grimaced, threw her hands up in disgust with an exasperated groan of “Mizusawa Matsuri, I swear!” and stomped away for what seemed to be the umpteenth time that day.
Matsuri stood in ungraceful repose for a quiet moment, the sudden shock wearing off. The gum had gone flat and tasteless and so much like the day itself the sweetness had fled.
And like habits once they’ve become just another habit all do in the end.
She spat the large offensive glob into a wastebasket, reached into a pocket, and pulled out a bulging pack of Smoky Bacon flavor gum- since she wouldn't be smooching anyone anytime soon. She bit in like a trashy cowgirl pulling a chaw of Rodeo Princess brand sweet twist. All she didn’t do was spit disgusting brown tobacco juice- which given the flavor of the gum might have actually been possible.
Feeling the nasty sour bacon tang drift into the back of her sinuses she sadly watched the swiftly retreating Harumin, her sporty jacket like a flickering red flame against the foothills. She sighed, and turned her gaze thoughtfully back to the gum pack, with the happy smiling cartoon bacon strip on it. Methodically working the softening slab into the back of her mouth she whispered mockingly to the empty wrapper:
“I wish I knew how to quit you…”