Ami's Perspective: A "How Did That Happen?" Story

Ami's Perspective: A "How Did That Happen?" Story

The Phone Call:

Tommy: Hello.

Aiko: So why are our names Aiko and Amy?

Tommy: What?

Aiko: Carrie told us you wrote the story and posted it. We read it and we want to know why our names are Aiko and Amy. Why?

Tommy: I figured you didn't want me to use your real names, so I looked up Japanese girl names.

Aiko: Did you even bother going past the "A's?"

Tommy: Why bother? Would you prefer to be known as "Mika and Mina?" Besides, when I wrote it, I didn't know you two would become characters in my life. I just thought you'd be one-and-done relatively stagnant characters.

Aiko: Well, you were wrong.

Tommy: I often am.

Aiko: And you wrote a male fantasy.

Tommy: Nope. I wrote a CFNM fantasy, and I'm okay with that. I'm a guy so I know a guy's perspective. If you want me to understand and write from a girl's perspective, you need to explain what girls want to read to me.

Aiko: Well, they kind of.... They kind of want it done to them.

Tommy: Well then... okay. Right now, I'm working on a piece about your relationship. Or the relationship between Mina and Mika. Or, whatever and whomever you want me to call you.

Aiko: I don't want to be Mina.

Tommy: Fine. You can be Aiko.

Aiko: Aiko is a cartoon character!

Tommy: Okay. Let's start again. I'm currently making a rye Old Fashioned and writing your story. If you would like to come down, I would value your input. If you would like an Old Fashioned, you need to bring ice.

Aiko: Ami says we'll give you input, and she'll fix your grammar, but only if we can order pizza too.

What They Wrote:

Some sleepy mornings you just stay in bed and enjoy the nakedness of the moment. Some mornings, you just need coffee. This morning was in the later category. At least that's what Ami thought as she stared up and the ceiling came slowly into focus. Her ears became in tune with the light snoring coming from beside her. She chuckled. Her boyfriend, Wally, denied snoring; but, she'd often wake up to the sound of his little baby snores coming from the pillow next to hers. Most mornings she would smile and snuggle in; but, this morning she had a taste for something different. She wanted dark roast coffee with hints of Columbian and Breakfast Blend, and she knew where to get it.

She rolled out of bed, donned her robe and stepped out of the bedroom, through the kitchen and out the back. She glanced around, looking for any passers-by and darted down the back stairs to Tom's apartment. The back door was open, so she stepped into his kitchen. "I'm just getting coffee," she called into the apartment.

"Okay," Tom replied as he walked into the room. He wore a medium blue suit and a white shirt. As he came closer, she looked him up and down. The suit was new and the cut was current, but he wore cuffs on the pants. His shirt was appropriately white, but had a button-down collar and was made of a coarser oxford broadcloth. His t-shirt, only marginally visible, had the blue-white cotton look of something new. Black caman skin shoes and a matching belt completed the look.

"You do know that pants with cuffs aren't in fashion right now? And, shouldn't the shoes be tan or brownish?" She asked with a smile.

"I know and yes." he replied. "I just don't care." Tom tugged on his shirt cuffs so the shirt's arms would lay comfortably under the jacket and considered his guest. She aspired to five feet, if she was thinking tall thoughts. Her wisps of bed-raggled dark hair hung down in front of her face and a large purple terry-cloth robe hid everything else. "Although I should start caring, seeing as how I'm greeted every morning by the quintessence of fashion and taste. You positively radiate class this morning, My Dear."

"I need coffee. May I please have some coffee? Please, kind Sir." Ami bit her bottom lip, blinked her eyes and waited for his response.

He looked back for a moment, poured a large ceramic cup full and gave it to her. "You know. You don't have to check on me every morning. You can just report to Carrie that I'm fine and that I will call her when I'm having a rough time."

"That's not what this is about," Ami muttered before she could stop herself.

"I figured," Tom replied with a smile, while his eyes perked up in the corners. "With Carrie, you need to be aware. She lets you think you know what's going on at a surface level; however, if you watch the details, you start to see the patterns she is working below the surface. And, if you think about it, she's got you calling her with daily reports."

"I need to watch details like cuffs on a new suit, and no tie?"

"Precisely. The shoes are going to give opposing counsel fits. But to be honest, I'm kinda digg'n the shoes," Tom admitted with a shrug.

"You bought a suit for one business meeting?"

"No. I bought shoes for a negotiation on a pricey bit of real estate and wound up liking them, but I digress. And, as I have to leave in a moment, I shall bid you adieu and send your lovely-and-fashionable-self back into the loving arms of Wally-the-Wonder-Stud. Leave the mug on my porch when you're done." Tom finished speaking with a big grin and turned to look at Ami, who wasn't smiling.

"Wally...." Ami thought for a moment and started again. "Wally tries, but he misses the mark or the point or the... I'm not saying this right."

Tom gazed down at her for a moment, then broke into small sad smile. He tilted his head toward her conspiratorially and started speaking slowly, just above a whisper. "Wally...? Wally's basic problem is that you are quite a bit smarter than he is and he just doesn't know how to date smart women."

Ami's eyes got wide, and she sputtered. "Okay, that's just plain offensive."

"No. It's pragmatic," Tommy countered and regarded his guest. She stood with her brows furrowed and her weight shifted forward onto the balls of her feet. "If you think about it, dumb women are easier to date. You ask them if they want to have sex, and they say yes or no. But! Smart women have to think about it. If you're in a relationship with a smart woman, she is always asking herself questions like, is this relationship equitable? What is he thinking? Why is he doing that? What does he mean? It goes on and on. Then she calls her smart friends and asks them for their opinion."

"So, dating dumb women is better?"

"I didn't say that," Tom replied. "It's just easier... unless you know the trick to it."

"And, what's the trick to it?" Ami asked, her voice edging just a little louder and higher.

"Well, the trick is to make it intentionally unequal."

Ami stopped, looked him over and couldn't think of a response. She pumped her arms a few times and just blurted, "What?"

"He should try to make it intentionally unequal."

"For instance?"

"For instance," Tom began, but paused for a moment. "When you ask him what he is thinking, he should pause to consider a moment, as if he is wondering if he should tell you. Then he should say, sheepishly, 'I read that a woman's g-spot can be somewhere between one and three inches from the opening of her vagina and, given your petite stature, it's probably on the lower end of that figure. So, I'm wondering if it's physically possible to lick your g-spot.' Next, he should over-apologize with something like, "I'm sorry. I know it's crude. Please forget I said anything."

"That is crude!" Amy spat back. "And then what? Am I supposed to forget he said anything?"

"Good luck with that." Tom smiled, "No matter what you do, the question is going to ferment in your brain. In a few hours, you'll be doing the smart woman thing. Your brain is going to be going, 'Can he really do that? Do I want him to do that? Does he expect me to reciprocate? Do I want to reciprocate? How can that happen?' and you will be thinking about whether or not you want oral sex." Tom topped off his travel mug with the last of the coffee and finished his lecture, "Which is really the point."

"Why is that the point?" Ami asked.

Tom just smiled back. "Never mind! This conversation is completely inappropriate. I shouldn't have said anything." Tom checked to see if he had his wallet, briefcase and keys and gestured to the door.

In frustration, Ame blurted, "Fine! Then what's supposed to happen, according to your twisted mind?"

"Then, if Wally is as smart as you are," Tom let the words trail off for a moment as if thinking. Ami knew what he was doing but wanted to hit him all the same. "If he is as smart as you are, he will make an excuse that he has to get up early in the morning, but he'd be glad to try if you like. And, if you say 'yes,' he should make your eyes pop out of your head. Then he should wash off his face, kiss you goodnight and go home before you have a chance to return the favor."

"And you think that would fix things?"

"Yup." Tom said with a sad smile. "Once he goes, you'll be on your phone with your friends--trying to figure out what just happened and what it all means. You can't help it. It's how smart girls behave." Tom finished his soliloquy and waited for Ami.

Ami tapped her foot on the floor and thought, but in the end, she just asked, "Why would you tell me that?"

Tom smiled a little and replied, "Because I can tell you're frustrated... and it seems Wally needs a little help figuring things out. So, if you love him, be patient."

Ami was red-faced and mad at this point. "Yeah. And what if I don't love him?"

"Then break-up with him and let him find someone who does." Tom said quietly. "But this conversation has taken a long and unexpected turn and I really need to get to work. Are we okay?"

Ami just stopped, stared at him for a moment and thought. Tom was soooooo wrong, but he meant well. "Okay, you're an idiot." She leaned in for a hug and continued, "But you seem to want something good for me--no matter how weird it may be. So, yes, we're okay, you big weirdo."

He wrapped his arms around her, and she pressed her cheek into his vintage shirt. It was soft like her favorite sheets. He smelled like clean sheets too... and fresh coffee and shaving cream and something else. There was an underlying and undefinable muskiness to him, but it was clean musk. It caused her to stop and wonder if clean musk was a thing. He held her a few moments and said, finally, "I'm glad we're okay. Now get your lovely butt out of my kitchen so I can go to work. I have to go crush a lawyer."

He escorted her out the door, locked it and headed down the stairs without looking back. "Nice ass," she thought to herself but didn't say it as she walked back upstairs.

She stopped in the kitchen long enough to add two spoons of sugar and a pinch of salt to the brew, then sipped happily as she headed for the shower. The shower itself looked very much like Tom's porn shower with its clear glass sliding doors and she wondered if all of the units had the same door because there was a massive sale or something. Not that it mattered too much. Steam built up on the inside and made them opaque fast enough, which is why she didn't notice Aiko coming into the room.

"Coffee?" Aiko made a show of sniffing the brew as she turned to sit on the toilet seat, then took a slow sip. "Why do you put salt in your coffee?"

"Just a touch," Ami replied with a giggle. "If you add just a touch of salt it brings out flavors your tongue wouldn't normally pick up. Just a touch. Too much salt and your coffee will taste like blood."

"Can't have that. And how is our friend, Mister Tommy?"

"Mister Tommy didn't say much. He had to go to work so he gave me coffee and told me to get my 'lovely butt' back upstairs." Both girls chuckled and went back to enjoying the comfortable silence known only to long friends as Ami rinsed off and Aiko sipped her coffee.

"Um. What are you guys doing in there" Wally's baritone asked from the other side of the door.

"For heaven's sake." Aiko set the coffee on the sink and opened the door. "I'm drinking coffee."

"She's drinking my coffee. Wait! Give me back my coffee." Ami laughed as she got out of the shower. She made a couple of playful swipes for the coffee cup. Then, she shrugged, wrapped the towel around her torso and looked at Wally. He was biting his lip and looking back and forth between them. "What did you think we were doing?"

"He thought I was admiring your lovely butt," Aiko chimed in.

"Thank you, but I think it's more likely he was wondering if you were trying to lick my g-spot."

"Is that a thing?" Aiko chuckled and turned to Wally. "Don't get your Catholic sensibilities in an uproar. It's not a big deal. In Japan people wash themselves in a common room before actually getting into the common bath."

"I thought you were from Naperville?" Wally asked Ami, still confused.

"I am," Ami replied. "My dad met my mom when he was stationed in Japan. That's where I learned Japanese and met Aiko. We moved back to the states when I was twelve."

"And she left me behind!"

"There you go, talking about behinds again." Ami just laughed and continued, "when Dad left the service I wasn't given much choice. I wanted to put you in my luggage, but your mom wouldn't let me."

Wally nodded. "Oh, so then a g-spot is like a washing thing?"

Aiko looked at Ami, who just looked back and gave a little smile. Neither said anything. After a moment, Aiko eyes got wide in sympathy, and she turned to Wally. "A g-spot is a... well. There's a spot in a woman's vagina that, if you hit it right, makes an orgasm more intense."

Wally just stood there and looked at them.

Aiko clenched her eyes shut and just blurted, "Next time you are playing with her, and she starts to writhe, just slide your fingers back from her clitoris and into her. As soon as your fingers go over the bone, you'll feel a rough spot. Wait, not rough. What's the word I'm looking for?"

Ami finished the thought for her friend. "It feels different than the rest. Just feel for the spot that feels different. Um, Aiko, have you been feeling g-spots?"

"Just my own," Aiko replied. "Do you know how long it's been since I had a boyfriend? Trees get me excited! And I can't even walk through the produce section without getting positively soaked."

"Poor Aiko," Ami grinned. "We can fix you up on a date with a nice cucumber."

"Great," Aiko replied. "Then later, we can make a salad. That way I can have my cuc and eat it too."

Wally just stood there, in his boxer shorts, looking back and forth between them. "So, it's over the bone? What bone?"

"Over heavens sake. Let's start at the beginning." Aiko turned to her friend and lifted up her towel. "This is a vagina. Well, technically, you're looking at the mons pubis. Or, as it is more colloquially called--the pussy. Put two fingers together and start at the front. Well, actually, with your big-ole bricklayer hands, you had better use one finger. Anyway, you're looking for a happy, little, fleshy nub called the clitoris." Her voice was a little sarcastic and Ami thought she might intervene when Aiko started running her fingers over Ami's already sensitive areas.

"Ami has an innie," Aiko said as she ran her fingers back and forth over Ami's labia. "It's only just barely an innie. But, it's an innie, which is fun."

"You don't have an innie?" Wally asked.

"Nope." Replied Aiko. "I'm an outie. What you see is what you get! But we aren't worried about me right now. We're worried about Ami... who is in a pretty bad way and needs some help." With that, she dragged her fingers back again over Ami, then brought them forward while slipping her middle finger up into Ami's wet, feeling her way. "And here we have her clit. Remember, it's flesh and nerves, not brick and mortar." Aiko stopped talking then and just started to trace slow circles with her fingers, slowly and softly touching all sides of Ami's growing button.

Ami's breathing started to get a little deeper and faster as she looked back and forth between her friend and boyfriend. Aiko wore an intrigued face with a mischievous smile and the corners of her eyes curled a bit up. Wally just stood and watched, dumbstruck. "Wally don't just stand there. Get a condom!"

Wally spun and sprinted into the other room, so Ami turned her attention to her friend. "You. Stay. Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me," Ami said and dropped her towel all the way to the floor. She turned her head to Aiko who leaned in tentatively, stopped moving her hands and gave Ami a soft lip-brushing kiss. Then another. Then, she paused, considered the growing blush in her friend's skin and leaned in again for a long-slow-wet-kiss.

Wally got back just as the kiss was ending. "Sit down and take notes," Aiko said.

"Actually, please take off the shorts. I want to see how you are reacting to me." Ami asked.

Wally hesitated for a moment and slid his boxers to the floor.

"Do you sit on that thing? Or just swing back and forth on it like a rope?" Aiko asked Ami before turning back to Wally. "Never mind--for now. If you look at Ami's face, she's starting to blush. That's a beautiful thing. Let's see if we can make her flush all over. She might need a little more help. Now, while you're doing this, would be the time to get your tongue involved. Start just below and lick her clit from the underside. When you do this, do it down there." With that Aiko started licking at the base of Ami's breast and licked up, giving Ami's nipple a little flick with her tongue as she went by. Meanwhile, her hand started moving again. Aiko licked a couple of more times and Ami grabbed her friend to steady herself.

"Now's the time," Aiko said. "Now we find her g-spot." With that she slid her fingers back, up and into her friend. Ami felt them search for only a moment. And then,

"That's it." Ami said out loud. "Oh, God. I can't believe your fingers are inside me.

"I can't believe my fingers are inside you. But here we are and here we go." With that she leaned in, started kissing Ami's neck and pressed inside while starting to circle Ami's clit with her thumb.

Ami could feel her muscles tense, like pressure was building and an electrical current was causing everything to flex and contract. Almost painful, in a good way, she wanted to resist the sensation and somehow make it stop, as if it was wrong. Instead, she surrendered to it and to her friend. The sensation washed over her as if all her nerves fired and muscles contracted all at once, then released in one big burst. She felt herself speaking but had no idea what she said. She just reached down and stopped her friend's hand. Then she wrapped her friend up in a hug and shivered for a moment.

After a moment, she opened her eyes and looked at Wally. "Condom! Get one on, like now, and get on the floor."

Wally, looked back and forth between the two girls, dropped his shorts and got down on the floor. As he was rolling on the condom Aiko paused to look, "Now that's a kielbasa."

"Walter Slovotsky swings a mighty sausage," Ami replied to her friend with a giggle. "Now, let's get this off you." Ami started pulling Aiko's night gown over her head.

"Wait. What about Wally?"

"Wally will say no if he doesn't want to," Ami replied. "Do you hear him saying no?"

Wally was silent as he watched his girlfriend strip her BFF. The nightgown went up and the panties came down. As it all happened, he couldn't help but think how similar but different the two girls looked. Ami was shorter, but more muscular after following a diet and workout regimen. Aiko was taller and looked a bit paler, more like one of those Korean models he saw on the internet. But he didn't have long to think about it as Ami turned her friend and lowered her onto his, "Oh, my god!"

"Oh, my god!" Aiko echoed. "Are you sure about this?"

"Yup," replied Ami. "Gotta keep it equitable and you are not going up one on me."

"It hurts. I haven't hurt like this before."

"Hurts?"

"I'm used to hot dogs or Portillo's polish sausage" Aiko breathed out, "not Johnsonville Kielbasa from the Costco economy pack!"

"You'll be okay," Ami replied, watching her friend. "Just breathe."

Ami watched her friend's face change as she rode up and down. First it was clenched in pain and then wide with wonder. Then it did something she couldn't describe. Finally, the pattern repeated. Wally's face grew more intense until, finally, his back arched, "Mmmmuuuumpppfffff!" he groaned. He just paused for a moment, back arched with hips thrust up and Aiko lifted up so her knees were off of the floor.

Aiko looked equally caught in time. Her eyes were wide, and her mouth was open in a silent scream, but no words came out. Finally, she leaned forward and put her hands on Wally's chest. She breathed deeply, in and out a few times. Then, she went to stand but couldn't.

"One moment, Sweetie" Aiko said as she turned on the shower. "Wally is first as he has to get to work." She helped Aiko off to the side and seated her propped against the wall.

Wally got up tentatively and made his way to the shower, where he started rinsing off. "I should just make it... if I hurry."

"Just tell them what happened here," Aiko replied. "They'll probably make you an Honorary Pipe Fitter in Local 597."

Wally just chuckled in response, "Well, at least they will probably just let me off with a warning. I gotta go." He hopped out of the shower and left, still dripping, from the room.

Ami helped her friend to her feet and they both made their way to the shower. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"no. I'm a hundred kinds of confused right now." Aiko admitted. "Until today, I had no idea I was the least bit lesbian."

"Probably aren't. At least I don't think I am," Ami replied and chuckled. "I kind of like dick."

"Me too." Aiko admitted and looked at her friend. "Are we still friends?"

"Always," Ami replied and the two stopped speaking. Once rinsed, Ami got more towels. She gave one to Aiko and went to find Wally. He was mostly dressed, in a kind of damp-soggy way, and was putting on his shoes.

"I need to go," he said to Ami.

"I need to talk to Aiko. Today was kind of... intense," she replied. "I'll call you tonight."

Wally nodded, kissed her and darted out of the room. Ami stopped for a moment and sat on her bed. Then, as she dried off and slipped into a comfy over-sized t-shirt, she thought about what Tommy had said, what Wally had and hadn't done, and what Aiko had done. Then she let her mind wander. "How did that happen? Did she have secret feelings for Aiko? Did she want to kiss her some more?"

"Bastard!" she called out, certain that Tommy heard her across all the miles and hubbub of the city. "Bastard. Bastard. Bastard!"

She lingered a moment longer and slipped into Aiko's room. She was in bed with the covers pulled up and tears running down her face. "No, Sweetie. No. We're fine. We're fine," Ami began.

"It's not that," Aiko replied. "It just keeps going through my head that in ten days I'm leaving for Connecticut where I won't know anyone. I won't have you and I don't want to lose you. And everyone in my graduate program will have been top of their class with honors and all that crap. I've never done anything like that."

"What are you talking about?" Ami asked. "You left Japan and got on a plane to Chicago. How is that not the same thing?"

"You were in Chicago." Aiko just stopped to breathe and continued, "You were in Chicago. I don't have anyone in Connecticut. I'll be just another Graduate Student."

"Just another graduate student who was the darling of the Psychology Department in one of the top schools in the country. Yeah. They'll discount you until they are struggling to keep up with your scrawny ass." Ami stopped talking and slipped in beside her friend. "And, if you get into trouble, I'm only an hour's flight or a day's drive away. But you won't need it."

"Thanks, but are we okay? I don't know how I feel about..." Aiko began but Ami put a finger against her lips and silenced her.

"Let's not do the smart-girl thing right now. We don't need to know what it all means--right now. For now, please know that you are my friend and I love you. And I will always love you. I don't think we're gay. We just had a moment. So, please just shut-up and stop thinking."

"I'll try," Aiko said, and rolled up onto her side.

Ami spooned around her friend and did her best to wrap Aiko up in warmth. "You're gonna be great." Then she held Aiko while her friend's breathing slowed, and they both drifted off to sleep.