Matsuri was lying on the couch listening to music and playing on her phone when she starts snickering.

She pulls off her headphones and sits up to face the brunette sitting on the other side of the couch. "Hey, look at this," Matsuri says as she holds up the screen of her phone to the other girl. Matsuri is wearing an expression equal parts amusement and mischief as she waits for the other girl to finish reading the screen.

It's one of those quiz apps where you upload a face photo and it'll spit out fake information like what job are you best suited for? which royal family are you related to? who were you in a past life? etc. This one was a "are you a top or bottom?" quiz. There was a photo of a smiling Yuzu with her signature peace sign, taken by Matsuri only a few days before, and below the photo, in bold red letters, was the caption "CERTIFIED BOTTOM."

Harumi rolls her eyes at her giggling girlfriend. "You're terrible, Matsuri. Always teasing Yuzu." And with that that, she goes back to reading her magazine.

Still snickering, Matsuri lies back down and says, "Can't you just picture it though? She probably just lays there like a limp noodle."

Eyes still on her magazine, Harumi hums, "Nah, she'll put her back into it once you can get her going. And she's not always a bottom."

A pause.

Oh shit. Harumi closes her eyes as her stomach drops.

Matsuri sits up so fast, it's almost comical. The younger girl's eyes are wide as she says loudly, "What?!"

Harumi focuses on maintaining a neutral expression on her face while she pretends to keep reading her magazine. The words swim in front of her eyes as her mind races through all the possible denials and excuses for what she just revealed. Shit shit shit how did that slip out.

Matsuri reaches over and plucks the magazine from Harumi's hands and tosses it behind her. Harumi has no choice but to turn and face her girlfriend.

"What do you mean," Matsuri hisses, "she puts her back into it once you get her going? You've slept with Yuzu-chan?"

Harumi isn't fond of lying, so she sighs, "Yes."

"Ohmyfreakin…when?!"

"When we were in high school," Harumi says in a low voice.

"And you've never once mentioned this because…?!" Matsuri asks with wide eyes.

The brunette takes a deep breath and says, "Because…it never came up, Matsuri. And it's not like I think about it all the time." She shrugs, "I honestly haven't thought about it in years."

She was telling the truth. The fact that she had banged her best friend in the early years of their friendship isn't something that occupied any headspace. It was like a curiosity floating around in the recesses of her mind, and when the thought flits through her consciousness, it almost always catches her off guard.

Which is probably why she is currently in this predicament.

"Really….really? All these years… and you just forgot to mention that you've slept with Yuzu?!" Matsuri rants, voice rising with each sentence. "Wait – is there someone else that you've slept with that I'm not aware of? What, did you bang Mei too? So you could have the the matching set? Suzuran? Sara?"

Matsuri angrily squints at Harumi as she grits, "Nina?"

"No, I have not," Harumi sighs. "It was just Yuzu, that's it babe."

Harumin notes the anger that was simmering in the younger girl. She watches the cobalt eyes turn dark, the pupils sharp. Harumi knows that if she doesn't handle this right, Matsuri's slow burn will bubble over into a full-blown tantrum that will involve thrown items around their apartment, screeching, and some impulsive actions like an angry confrontation with Yuzu, at the very least. Or maybe she'll do something even crazier. At any rate, she has to head this off at the pass. Now.

Harumi slowly moves towards her girlfriend, softly placing her hand on top of Matsuri's own. "Babe, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. But there was never a reason for me to go, 'oh yeah Yuzu and I totally did it.' For real, I don't think about it at all." She gives Matsuri's hand a squeeze and gazes into her eyes. "Since we've been together I haven't had a reason to think about being with any other girl."

That seems to incense the younger girl because she swats Harumi's hand away, jumps off the couch and huffs, "Can you hear yourself? That's some bullshit a douchey cheater would say!"

Harumi presses her fingers against her temples and watches her fuming girlfriend pace the floor.

Thinking about her first year of high school reminds her of the short middle-schooler who tagged along her and Yuzu, who was all attitude and snark, popping up out of nowhere like a neon-haired troll hiding under a bridge. Back then, Matsuri was a slightly disturbed child who had a huge crush on her, following her around like a horny puppy that you had to nudge away to keep from humping your leg.

These days, Mizusawa Matsuri turns heads wherever she goes. Her pink ombré hair falls in soft waves down the middle of her back and frames her striking features. Her cobalt blue eyes are arresting on their own, but it is paired with full, pouting lips, and you've got a killer combination. Matsuri's long, shapely legs make her taller than her and Yuzu, and she also fills out a bikini top very nicely. Mizusawa Matsuri is a tall drink of water and Harumi absolutely loves humping her leg. Or being humped by her. Whichever, she'll take it.

"So like, you guys fucked? What, like everyday? And where, exactly? Did you do it in a real bed? Oh god – did you do it in Yuzu and Mei's shared bed?" The questions pour out of Matsuri's mouth like word vomit.

Harumi sighs again at having to state the obvious. "No, not everyday."

"Ok, where then?"

"In school, mostly."

Yuzu's whole body was already tingling with anticipation as she watched Harumin slide the lock of the bathroom stall close. She swallowed thickly as the brunette slowly backed her up against the wall. The cold metal stung her hot, flushed skin. Yuzu's breath was shallow as she stared into the intense hazel eyes that pinned her in place. She lowered her lids as she felt Harumi's fingers brush the hem of her shirt, ghosting over the skin just above her knees.

As Harumi's hand inched higher up Yuzu's leg, the blonde felt a moan building in her throat and she bit down hard on her lower lip. Harumi knew that soon Yuzu would be struggling to keep quiet in this very public place, so with her free hand she tipped Yuzu's chip up and pressed her lips against hers, sliding her tongue against the seam of the blonde's closed lips. Yuzu immediately let Harumi slide her tongue into her mouth and she felt arousal pool in her center at the sensation. As if she wasn't wet enough already.

Harumi slid her leg between Yuzu's thighs and nudged them open wider. Yuzu was so caught up in the sensation of Harumi's tongue circling her own that she gasped in surprise when she felt Harumi's fingers sliding over the front of her panties. The blonde was slightly embarrassed that Harumi could feel how wet she already is, having soaked through the fabric. When Harumi cupped her sex and pressed lightly, a moan slipped past her lips, only slightly muffled by Harumi's open mouth.

Harumi slid Yuzu's panties to the side and gently stroked the slick folds. This simply intensified the ache inside Yuzu, like fanning a flame. With each languid stroke of Harumin's fingers, the blonde started to sag down the wall, her hands scrabbling for purchase on the front of Harumin's school shirt. Harumin hefted Yuzu up a little and pulled on the back of Yuzu's thigh and the blonde quickly took the hint and hiked it up against Harumin's hip.

When Harumin finally slides two fingers into her burning core, Yuzu's head fell back against the wall and she took a long shuddering breath. She arched into Harumi's hand, which was now buried to the hilt inside her, and also tried to pull the other girl closer with the leg wrapped around her hip.

Since Yuzu was drenched, Harumi had to practically slam her fingers into her to get the desired level of friction that she knew Yuzu likes. The brunette looked down at the other girl and sees emerald eyes, glassy and pupils blown, gazing back at her. Yuzu rocked her hips towards the brunette's hand, legs straining at the effort to do it with as little noise as possible. Harumin knew that Yuzu was close; it wouldn't take long to push her over the edge. Harumi pulled off one of Yuzu's hands off her shirt front and guided it between the blonde's legs. Yuzu's eyes fluttered close as her fingers found their way to her own clit.

It took only a few strong stokes on the sensitive bundle of nerves and Harumi felt Yuzu clench around her fingers. The moan that was threatening to bubble out of her chest was so strong that Yuzu latched on to Harumi's neck, sinking her teeth into the brunette's flesh. She rode out the shudders that rocked her body this way, clinging to Harumin, her nails digging into the other girl's upper arms.

Harumin on her part was calling up all her willpower not to cry out from Yuzu treating her like a scratching post. She also knew that they had about 3 minutes to get to their next class before the Student Council President would notice that they were gone.

Matsuri's eyes widened in shock as she asked, "What, like in the bathroom?"

"Yeah."

"Which one?"

Harumi thought for a moment and said, "The one near the South gym."

"Arrrggghhhhh!" Matsuri claps her hand around her eyes as if to unsee the image of her girlfriend banging Yuzu-chan in that particular bathroom in Aihara Academy. Her memories of that bathroom mostly consisted of times hiding from Momokino-san when she was stalking the halls looking for her. Now, this knowledge totally ruined that for her. Great.

Matsuri stops her pacing and whips around to level a piercing glare at Harumin. "Ok, now tell me" she starts, placing her hands on her hips. "Exactly why did you fuck Yuzu in high school?"

Harumin lays back against the couch cushions. This was going to be a long night.