Chapter 3 - Failures of communication

Yumi couldn't remember walking home, or showering after she got there. Her head was still in a fog after the encounter she had with Chisa. When she came back to her senses she was in her bedroom, blocks away, in the late evening. Her hair was still wet, nothing ever dried quickly in that miserable humidity. She was sitting at the table in her kitchen, staring at a plate of rice, and vegetables she hadn't touched. Her grand parents were home too it seemed. Her grand dad carefully fed her grand mother spoonfuls of curry, pausing every now and again to look at the TV. The athlete picked up her plate, and walked over, unsure of why she'd gotten up. "Evenin' Yumi! Classes go well today? You were home later than usual, did you work today?" Her grand father asked. She'd barely understood him. It was like listening to someone talk from underwater. "Yeah- they were good. Um- no, I went to go visit Chi-chan." He slapped his leg, "Oh you don't say!? How's she doing? I haven't seen here since you two were children..." He said a few more things, she thought he might have been recalling a story from her childhood, but Yumi wasn't exactly sure how to make sense of it. She nodded her head like she was listening but all she heard was a dull, "Wah-wah-wah. Wahwah-wah-wah!" In the place of his real voice. He was still talking when he got distracted by a new contestant coming on their show. "Oh Yumi, Oba chan, and I were gonna watch Nodo Jiman tonight, you want to join us?" Yumi tried to make sense of what he'd asked for a moment, then replied, "I've actually got some homework I need to take care of tonight. I'm going to eat in my room. Thanks though. Love you, you too grand ma." Her grand mother groaned, the only sort of verbal communication she was still capable of the stroke. With plate in hand she turned and headed up stairs to her bedroom. 

When she got there she realized she wasn't particularly hungry, she'd old taken the plate to be polite about it. She put it down on the desk where her computer was, and sat down. She didn't really have homework, it was already finished. No, on the contrary she thought she might have figured out what had gotten her feeling so distracted. Yumi had realized exactly how she was feeling but now that she sat she could tell she was still hot and tingling from head to toe. She reached down, and placed her hand on her inner thigh. As she approached her sex her body became increasingly tender. Her fingers barely caressed her mons, and already she felt like static electricity was running through her spine. She let out a heavy pant, her respiration so hot she could practically see it as steam. Her fingers descended further. With the tip of her pointer finger she traced the length of her slit with the pad of the single digit. Even that most minimal amount of stimulation was enough to make her arch her back, and groan with delight. She was still craving carnal satisfaction. She needed to cum, or she wouldn't be able to think straight. 

She took a moment to lock the door to her bedroom and produced her laptop from her back pack. Though she didn't normally watch a ton of pornography the thought of enjoying some in that moment appealed to her tremendously. She pulled up her usual sight and started browsing through her favorite tags. As far as her tastes were concerned she thought her tastes were pretty conventional. She usually watched more Vanilla scenes, or amateur porn, though she particularly enjoyed things with high quality film. Seeing something filmed on a cell phone camera always frustrated her. The way the screens usually shook gave her a head ache, and it was usually too dark to see anything. On rare occasions she'd branch out into a few other genres, particularly bondage, and lesbian scenes, interested her. However on that evening something about them just wasn't striking the cord like it usually did. With one hand down the front of her shorts she scrolled through more than twenty pages over the course of nearly a half an hour, but none of them had that spark she was looking form. Frustrated she almost gave up. As her eyes started to sting from glaring at the screen for she leaned back and closed her eye to give them a break. Her mind was still hard at work. She was still imagining Chisa's freakishly large cock dangling before her face, and before she realized, even smiling inadvertently. Maybe that was what she needed, she reasoned. "Big cock." She typed. The results were an innumerable selection of videos all featuring well hung men. She raised an eyebrow. While it certainly interested her more than the last bunch something was still missing. She closed her eyes but again she pictured Chisa. Before long she found herself shamelessly fantasizing about her friend. 

"This is what you wan't isn't huh, Yumi?" She teased while gripping her cock by the root, and then stroking it before her. The fantasy woman crawled closer, and closer until she was right on top of Yumi, who lay naked on her mattress. "Chi-can..." Yumi pined. She tried to move her arms to embrace her friend but she couldn't move more than a couple inches before her wrists snagged on something. Heavy leather cuffs with fake fur interiors snugly constricted either of her wrists, and were attached via thin chains to the end board of the bed where she found herself lying. "You tied me up?" Yumi asked with a look of shock on her face. The vision of chisa laughed, and reached down grabbing the girl by the cheeks. "Of course I did you silly slut. Someone had too. You've always been so high strung. Someone's got to teach you a little restraint."  As she replied dream chi pinched her cock at the glands and lowered it to prod the tip against the opening of Yumi's cunt. The athlete groaned, gritting her teeth, "Fffff-uck yes! Ugh yes! Fuck me Chisa!" Dream chi smiled, and shook her head. "Naaah-" She replied coyly, before prodding her with the tip of her cock once more. This time it pushed still deeper into yumi's pussy but not enough to bury it entirely. Yumi whined, "C-cmon! Please! I want it so much! Fuck me!" The incarnation of her friend grinned, her figure becoming more indiscernible, obscured like a one's reflection in a fogged up mirror. "Beg for it. Show me that you really want it." Yumi kicked, and struggled, tears welled up in her eyes, as Chisa prodded her once more, "I want it! I want it! I want it!" She closed her eyes, and gritted her teeth. 

Her pelvis rocked two and fro. Her mouth hung open, tongue wagging out wildly, her eyes were glassy, rolling up into her skull. She was alone again back in the real world. She'd been so lost in her own dream she hadn't realized what she was doing to herself. The feeling of her cherished friend's dick was really the result of two of her own fingers, though by now she'd inserted both into her pussy and pawing at her own insides like mad. She was so wet, wetter than she'd ever been in her life. She looked crazed, but worked her fingers harder, rocking her hips to match the rhythm of desperately trying to push them deeper. Her feverish movements worked. Within moments Her body began to contract around her fingers. Warmth radiated out from her core through each of her limbs, and gradually dissipated once they reached the tips of her fingers, and toes, leaving her whole body with a pleasant tingle. Once the feeling had faded she pulled back her fingers and rested her head on the desk. 

"W-what the fuck is wrong with me..." She cursed. She looked at her fingers, still dripping with her sexual fluids and muttered, "Here we go again..." As she rest her head there it reminded her of other nights like that one. "How many times have I done this?" she mumbled, knowing the number was more than she could count. The athlete softly knocking her head against the desk a couple times, overwhelmed by feelings of shame, and frustration. In her eyes it didn't really matter if Chi had a cock, or not, though Yumi certainly got a kick out of that. Chi wasn't just a crush, she was head over heels in love with her. She didn't just fantasize about sex, she fantasized about everything. She wanted to be comforted by her after she had a bad day, to make her dinner when she came home from work, she wanted to copy all the things she saw loving couples do on TV shows no matter how cheesy they were, Yumi even imagined growing old with her. But now that she was finally getting to actualize her feelings though everything felt different form how it had before. She didn't feel like she was earning her love. Once again it felt like she was just using her body to try and make someone stay with her. "How will this end Chisa? Am I going to have to watch you walk away again... move on, and settle down with someone else. What if I don't have what it takes to make you love me back?" Worse still yumi didn't even know if it was reasonable for her to want these things. She was afraid. She knew in her heart that if Chisa didn't feel the same way about her than all of her dreams amounted to nothing more than a childish infatuation for her old friend. She was afraid she was going to ruin her life chasing something impossible. 

She continued wallowing for a while, for so long in fact she fell asleep at the desk. She awoke to her phone buzzing. "Yumi?" she whispered in surprise. She hadn't expected to hear from her so soon. She was beginning to doubt if she'd hear from her at all, considering she sometimes ignored texts from her own mother. "Thank you for coming to visit me today Yumi. It felt special to me." The tan skinned athlete couldn't believe her eyes. "Special. Special!?" She was thrilled. She punched her hands in the air, and jumped out of her seat. "Yesyesyes!" She looked at the message, and smiled, but the more she looked at it the more afraid she felt. "I-" She began before covering her mouth. "I don't know how to tell her what i'm feeling..." She said out loud. She gulped hard. "I'm glad chi-chan, I love you, sleep well... No! No, I can't write that I'd sound like a stalker!" she complained, then deleted the message. "I'm happy you feel that way- you've always been special to me- NO NO NO!" She blurted in exacerbation. "I can't confess to her over text. I'd deserve to be rejected for doing something so cowardly. She deserves better." Just then she heard a noise from the other room and remembered how early it was. She had to keep her voice down or else she risked waking her grandparents. "God damn it, why is this so hard!?" She looked down at the phone. "Oh yeah? Good. Now go to sleep. I'm coming over in the morning." She typed it in and pressed send in the same instant. "Great fucking job Yumi. Good talk. Real expert communication skills!"

 Feeling defeated she shuffled over to her bed, and climbed under the covers. "Maybe tomorrow. In person..." She contemplated. "I can't bare keeping it secret anymore..." She said weakly before at last closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep. 