<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/RK9d9kH.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><em>Evie Connors</em><br/><strong>Date | Location:</strong><em>Sunny Afternoon  | Japan, Ishikawa Estate, Mai's Locked Dressing Room</em><br/><strong>Wearing | Carrying:</strong><em>Casual clothes, hidden knife</em><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><em>Mai Ishikawa</em><br/><strong>Notes:</strong><em>Takes place 19 years ago and includes backstory going back farther</em><hr/><br/><em>"Someone has been working out."</em><br/><br/>Evie’s not the blushing sort, but that comment and the approval in Mai’s eyes makes her blush. When Mai looks at her half disrobed, when she reaches to touch Evie, she feels beautiful. Always tall, always intimidating and challenging the boys—high school boys, who don’t know how to handle that—Evie rarely felt attractive. Mai was the first one to touch her like something to be cherished, and that’s how she treats Evie’s breasts, with the lightest of touches, her warm mouth enveloping a hard nipple, her wet fingers teasing the other. Through her tender play of tongue and fingertips on peaked flesh, Mai pulls a low moan from Evie’s throat, her eyes turning to slats, rocking faintly into her lover, fingers stroking her hair, pulling the clasps and pins away to free it so she can wrap her hands through the silky locks. “Just like that, Mai—oh god, there, yes,” her voice a little higher, and lighter. “Please don’t stop.” Evie’s voice will sometimes pitch higher when pleasure is jolting through her body, the tomboy turning girlish if you touch her just right.<br/><br/>If they spent a little while at it, Evie would get off just from Mai playing with her breasts—it happened with them once before, and right now Evie’s so thirsty she doesn’t even think it would take as long.<br/><br/>But she’s thirsty for Mai even more than she is for getting off.<br/><br/><em>"If I recalled, it was our first. I had ached and longed for you. But you made me wait. You made me promise not to wear any underwear that night. We so nearly got caught so many times....fiend.... So are you going to make me wait again? Or just take me? It has been so long Evie. I had lost all hope to see you again."</em><br/><br/>“Your wait is over, little one.” Her fingers return to Mai’s white panties, teasing her through thin fabric as she claims the other woman’s mouth, kissing her, savoring her. Breaking off the kiss, she says close to her ear: “But I still hate it when you’ve got underwear on.”<br/><br/>Her thumbs hook into the underwear and she rolls them down to her knees, dropping to her own, dresser low enough to put her right between Mai’s thighs. She wraps her hands warmly around Mai’s thighs, the mechanical one as soft as the other because her palm and pads to her fingers are still her original skin. Noticing the bruises, her eyes glance up at Mai, acknowledging her pain by placing the tenderest kisses she can around the bruises, and then higher than them. She’s careful not to touch her there, careful not to trigger the slightest pain. No, tonight is about pleasure.<br/><br/>Evie drags her lover to the very edge of the dresser top and slides her tongue through her soft folds, eyes shut—<em>There it is,</em>she thinks. This position, between Mai’s thighs, eating her out, tasting her, bringing her to ecstasy. It’s all she’s dreamed about for three long years, all she’s ever wanted. She laps gently at Mai, refamiliarizing herself with every inch of her pussy, remembering it with her mouth and tongue, leaving nothing untouched.<br/><br/>But soon, her lips suck tenderly on Mai’s clit, and her tongue starts a quick circle around the bud, combining her gentle licks with the circle, gradually giving her clit more and more of her attention as it wakes up.<br/><br/>Evie’s usually a top, but only for the joy of seeing pleasure spread inexorably through her partner’s body, and what she’s missed more than anything is hearing Mai lose control as she torments her. Mai’s such a stoic, but Evie’s always wanted to make her scream. She felt like she’d gotten close once or twice; maybe this is her lucky night.<br/>