Ayumi Anime & Japanese Chinese Lesbian Teen Friend Home Alone

Title: The Lecherous Lesbian Liaison of Ayumi and Me

It was a sweltering summer day in Tokyo, when Ayumi Anime called me out of the blue for a surprise visit. Impulsively, I decided to rush over, leaving my studies behind. Little did I know what intimate encounters awaited me at her modest abode.

Upon arrival, Ayumi greeted me at the door wearing a clingy, low-cut tank top that highlighted her perky breasts. Her petite frame was accentuated by a miniskirt that barely covered her voluptuous cheeks. Knee-high socks hugged her toned legs, enhancing her doe-like eyes peeking from under her bangs.

“Welcome!” she squealed, rushing me inside her air-conditioned sanctuary. “The weather is so insufferably hot today, isn’t it?”

Indeed it was, particularly with the rising heat emanating from between my legs. Ayumi’s allure was never lost on me. As peers in our tight-knit Japanese boarding school, we’d shared secrets, dreams, and even clothing. But always that tantalizing taboo lingered, the unspoken lesbian longing. Did she reciprocate? Time would reveal what she had in store this day.

Ayumi led me by the hand to her bedroom, the farthest room from her parents’. She closed the door behind us, shutting out the world. The first thing I noticed was the bedside lamp she had strategically placed, casting a seductive glow.

“What’s the occasion?” I inquired innocently, though my heart pounded heavily.

She smiled coyly, her cheeks flushing pink. “I just wanted some alone time with you. You’re the closest friend I have, who better to spend quality time with on this sweltering day?”

She continued, “I was watching this gay Japanese video of a lovely lesbian affair before you arrived. It totally turned me on. Made me reconsider so many things.”

Her brazenness took me aback. In a bold move, Ayumi began to undress, letting her clothes puddle at her feet, my eyes hungrily observing every contour. She stood before me in only a lacy bra and panties, nipples stiff as pebbles pressing against the thin fabric.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away. Unconsciously, I began to undress as well, removing my own clothes piece by piece, baring my usually conservative pale skin. Ayumi’s eyes dilated, drinking in every taut sinew and jiggle of flesh.

She approached me then, grabbing my shoulders, pushing me softly on the bed. My body tingled in anticipation. She crawled over me, pinning me down with her thighs on either side. I had nowhere to go but abundant arpeggios of pleasure.

Her lips brushed against my own. I kissed her back eagerly, passionately, thoughtlessly. Then I tasted the creamy sweetness of her tongue as it snaked against mine. My hands crept up to cup and caress her full, firm breasts. She mewled into my mouth as I teased her stiff nipples.

I rolled her over suddenly. Now she was panting beneath me, eyes ablaze with lust. I began a trail of feather-light kisses down her slender throat, pausing to nibble her collarbone. I lapped at each nipple before I licked a swath between her taut tummy, diving into her lacy panties, my fingers hooking them aside.

“You’re so wet already,” I purred against her mound. Her musky arousal perfumed the air. I blew against her glistening folds, igniting shivers.

“Yes!” she cried out impatiently, her hips undulating. She grasped my head, fingers weaving into my hair, pulling me into her eager sex.

I savored the first lick, honeyed ambrosia. Mouth open, I lapped with abandon, relishing her essence on my tongue. Ayumi bucked, grinding herself hard against my face, panting and gasping. I thrust two fingers into her silken passage as I sucked on her engorged clitoris. Her muscles clenched; she was close to release.

Within seconds, the shudders began, Ayumi’s body thrashing and quaking, as she cried out in pleasure. A flood of her juices released against my mouth and chin. I licked up every drop. She shuddered and gasped with aftershocks.

After she came down from her high, Ayumi kissed me deeply, tasting herself. She pushed me back on the bed, lowering her head between my legs.

“Now it’s your turn,” she growled almost ferally. “I’m starving for your taste.”

And then she feasted, devouring me, until I too was a boneless, blissful heap.

In the afterglow, Ayumi cuddled against me, her head nuzzling my shoulder. “That was incredible,” she sighed. “I never imagined I could love a woman like that, need her so badly.”

“You’re an incredible lover, Ayumi,” I murmured, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead. “Daunting you were inexperienced.”

She chuckled. “I must admit, all those lesbian videos helped. The way those buxom, tight-bodied babes go at it, truly masterful. Could that ever be us?”

“Absolutely,” I replied, giving her bottom a pinch. “This is only the beginning, my insatiable carnal companion. School will never be the same again.”

“Nor summer,” Ayumi agreed, snuggling closer. “I can’t wait to indoctrinate you into more lesbian delights tomorrow, and perhaps some play with toys too.”

“Promises, promises,” I teased, already aching for her touch again. The Japanese summer was promising to be ever so steamy, for body and soul.