Yumi Is Special

Shimako Gets Some

Among Yumi's training specializations was the installation of early warning defense perimeters in case of incursion. This was also a perfect way to get Yumi involved individually with each Yamayurikai member, starting with Shimako.

Shimako's family operated a well-reputed and well-known Buddhist shrine. Given its access to the public, the sprawling grounds on which it sat, and the esteemed positions of some of its members; it seemed the logical place to start. And Shimako seemed willing to bear the brunt of Shachiko's heightened displeasure, being first. So here Yumi was, sun-tanned, exhausted, slightly dehydrated, and completely happy.

It was a challenge, Yumi wouldn't deny that. But nothing got her blood pumping more than a decent challenge. The trick was to have the landscape "suggest" where the best place would be for interlopers to go and thereby be detected. But since the interlopers that they're planning to thwart are already suspicious, she had to make it seem like they are actually figuring her out and think that they've succeeded. It was double-triple-quadruple blind time! She also had to factor in the patrons of the shrine. She wanted to make sure not only no innocents would get hurt but also that they weren't dealing with constant false alarms. Even people who know Yumi well would have extreme difficulty believing she was capable of this level of subterfuge. But it didn't involve any time spent face-to-face. She could design, calculate, propose, and rebut without anyone witnessing her many facial expressions while she did it. In short, she was in her element.

So here she was, dirt-covered and sweaty, wearing cut-off shorts and a tank top in much need of a bathe and some refreshment. But she was also chuffed at the results of her hard work. The Shrine and its precious members and property would soon be amply protected without any noticeable equipment marring the natural beauty of the place. Yumi actually realized that this new opportunity was something she had been interested in for a long time. How to blend her craft into her natural surroundings to make it "invisible." It was easier in man-made structures because there are features that our eyes simply overlook. Like hiding something in plain sight. Nature was more challenging for obvious reasons. You had to make your devices look like bits of nature. It was thoroughly enjoyable.

She now had the plans for the whole grounds and she had already completed work on one of the four main components. She estimated it would take at least a few more days to get the whole system completed. She started to pack up her gear in preparation for the long trek back to the bus stop, then to the dorms.

"You look thirsty, Yumi-san." Shimako came up from behind Yumi with a picnic basket in her left hand and a cold bottle of water held out to Yumi in her right. Yumi jumped, startled out of her contemplations and made a cute baby-dinosaur noise. Shimako delighted to see Yumi's momentary discomfiture and giggled openly. "Sorry to startle you, Yumi." Shimako deliberately left the honorific off of Yumi's name to see Yumi's reaction.

"Arigato, Shimako-san!" Yumi said with a bow and a pretty pink blush. She smiled gratefully at her friend and took the water, greedily taking several gulps. When done, she absently drew her dirt-crusted forearm over her mouth, leaving a broad streak of mud on her face. Shimako chuckled at the sight, and drew out a wet washcloth from the basket and began to wipe Yumi's face for her. Yumi's eyes widened and Shimako could clearly see the shyness there.

"We've known each other for a long time now, Yumi, haven't we?" Shimako started, alternately looking directly into her eyes, then back at cleaning Yumi's face. Yumi nodded. "It would make me happy if we could be close enough to drop the honorifics." Again Yumi nodded, a little breathless at her beautiful friend's closeness. "There, all clean." Shimako leaned forward to give Yumi a quick peck on the cheek, making them flush an even deeper shade of pink. "Let's eat in the shade of the oak tree by the lake. Afterward, I'll help you finish packing your things." With that Shimako picked up the picnic basket and set out for the nearby shade. Yumi stood dazed for a moment, then shook it off and followed silently.

"Wow, Shimako-san, you made all this?" Yumi completely forgot about the honorific, but recalled immediately when she saw the pout on Shimako's face. Before this, Yumi didn't think Shimako was capable of pouting, yet here she was. 'My goodness! I must be more aware. I do not want to hurt her feelings.' Yumi thought and then cleared her throat a little. "Shimako," the name without the honorific sounded just a little bit naughty to Yumi, like they were getting away with something. Shimako's pout disappeared and she faced Yumi with a gentle smile. Yumi continued, "this food looks very delicious, did you prepare it yourself? I don't think I've ever tried some of these things before. I hope you didn't put yourself to any trouble for my sake."

"And why wouldn't I, Yumi? You are here, working very hard to protect the temple, its members, and my family. I think you have earned my service. And I am very happy to oblige." Shimako grabbed one of the rarer dishes that she figured Yumi had never tried, and leaned in to offer Yumi a taste. "Is it to your liking?" Shimako asked an even redder Yumi. Yumi simply nodded her head enthusiastically. "Delicious!" Yumi declared after she swallowed the morsel. Shimako picked out another piece for Yumi to try, holding it up to her mouth. She could clearly see the momentary struggle in Yumi's expressive face, whether to take it as offered or to take the chopsticks from Shimako and feed herself. All Shimako had to do was arch one angelic eyebrow and that decided it for Yumi. "Arigato, Shimako," as Yumi took the offered food into her mouth. She allowed Shimako to feed her a few more items before her embarrassment was at its limit and she gently reminded Shimako that she was fully capable of feeding herself. Shimako just laughed and agreed but that didn't stop her from feeding her a few more.

They had a very enjoyable lunch spent in pleasant conversation between bites. Yumi felt very relaxed, satisfied, and happy. Her muscles were a little sore from her labors but nothing a bath and a good night's sleep wouldn't cure. She reached for her own shoulders and rubbed them a little to see how sore they were.

"Yumi, daijoubu? Did you push yourself too hard today?" Shimako's sudden concern seemed out of place after such a peaceful lunch. The fact was that Shimako was more than ready to fulfill her desires. She knew she could get away with just pushing Yumi to the ground and having her way with her. She had carefully observed all of Yumi's responses during lunch and knew that she could get Yumi to consent. But she didn't want that. She didn't want any awkwardness between them afterward. She calmed herself a little and returned to her previous strategy of a slow and steady campaign of attrition.

"I'm fine, Shimako, just a little sore. Nothing a bath and good night's sleep won't cure." Yumi explained.

"Well… The lake is right in front of us. We could both cool off and you could rinse off at least some of the dirt your hard work has gotten on you. Besides, this is a time when the temple is closed for cleaning so there will be no one around to interrupt – I mean, intrude." Shimako thought this afforded her a perfect opportunity to further things along. Without waiting for a reply, she began removing her clothes, starting with her shoes, then blouse, then bra. She saw Yumi sitting there, stunned motionless. 'So you are at least reacting. That's a good sign.' Shimako encouraged herself.

Shimako stepped over to Yumi and pulled her shoes and socks off. Then pulled her to her feet. She then began to gently remove her shirt and bra. Shimako took a short break wanting to see Yumi's reaction. Yumi shook herself out of her daze and stared into Shimako's eyes, again looking for any sign of the girl's intentions. Seeing only the ever-present serenity, Yumi relaxed and started to remove her shorts and underwear and headed eagerly for the cool water. Shimako followed after she ran her eyes over as much of Yumi's exposed flesh as she could. 'Sachiko is one lucky woman!' Shimako thought, 'But me too! Here I come, Yumi.' As she removed the rest of her clothing and headed for the water.

They swam around and splashed each other a little. When Shimako started rubbing Yumi's forearms to get some of the dirt off Yumi said, "That's OK, Shimako, I can do it." And started scrubbing her own arms and legs. Shimako moved behind Yumi and began rubbing her back, massaging her muscles in slow, languorous strokes.

"You can't reach back here, can you? I'm happy to do this for you." Shimako ended any argument before one could start. Yumi couldn't help but moan. Shimako must have had some formal training or something, it was incredible!

After their impromptu bath, they pulled their clothes back on and headed back to Yumi's equipment. "So is everything complete?" Shimako asked.

"Not yet. I've completed the plans for the entire system but only installed one out of the four components. I should be done in the next three or four days. Do you have a shed or garage where I could keep my equipment? Otherwise I will have to transport everything back and forth each day. It would be better and less potential damage if all of that didn't have to travel." Yumi asked.

"Yes, there is room in the basement of the temple dwelling where my family lives. We also have room for you yourself to stay. It would save you time and energy. My father would be so very happy to host you. So would I. Please say yes, Yumi. It would make me happy if you did." Shimako couldn't believe her great luck. This would be perfect.

"Thank you, Shimako, but what about a change of clothes or pajamas? Maybe it's best if I go back home for tonight. That way I can pack a bag and ask for my parents' permission." Yumi was having second thoughts.

"Of course, Yumi, you could do that." Shimako looked away and down and pouted a little, her prior excitement clearly dampened. "We do have an assortment of new clothes on hand for members who are in need. We keep them available just in case." It was one of Shimako's favorite programs and not only did the shopping for it but also managed to get enough donations to where it was paying for itself. Since Yumi was charging nothing for either the labor or equipment, she felt Yumi had earned a few threads.

"Well, then, Shimako." Yumi chuckled, "With an invitation like that how could I refuse?" Yumi was happy to see Shimako's gentle smile and bright eyes return. Although, she had to admit, Shimako's pout was pretty cute.

The two girls decided to take their baths after dinner. They had a lively meal with Shimako's parents and older brother, Yumi finding Shimako's father particularly entertaining; much to Shimako's embarrassment.

Shimako was able to find Yumi some pajamas that would fit her. She specifically did not look for any appropriately-sized underwear. Once Yumi was in the tub for a nice soak Shimako gently knocked on the door and entered without waiting for a reply. "I found these you can wear after your bath. I'll put the clothes you wore today in the washer so you can wear them clean again tomorrow." As Yumi started to protest, Shimako was already out the door with Yumi's dirty clothes.

'Let's see how you react to going commando.' Shimako thought wickedly.

By the time Yumi was done with her bath, her clothes were already drying. "Thank you for washing my clothes, Shimako. Are they dry yet?" Yumi was eager to put some underwear on.

"Not yet, Yumi. I just put them in for a few minutes and took them out to line-dry. My parents don't like to run the dryer very long, especially at night. They worry about the possibility of something catching fire. Was there something in particular you needed? Maybe I can blow-dry it for you?" Shimako knew exactly what Yumi wanted and she wasn't going to make it easy for her. She was going to have some fun first.

"Well, not exactly, but if you show me where the laundry is, and lend me your blow-dryer, I can take care of it myself." Yumi thought she had finally made some progress.

Shimako was prepared and innocently replied, "Oh, I'm sorry, Yumi, but that won't work. The only electrical outlet in the laundry is dedicated to the washer and dryer. If you tell me what you're looking for I can bring it back here to dry." Shimako could clearly see Yumi's struggle and enjoyed watching as Yumi's resolve began to falter. She put her hand on Yumi's arm and gently rubbed it. "It's been a long day for you already. You'll need your strength for tomorrow. Why don't we just go to bed?"

Yumi sighed and visibly sagged in defeat. "OK, Shimako. Where do you want me?" Yumi innocently asked.

Shimako's calm veneer almost cracked but she regained her composure. "You'll sleep with me in my room. Come, this way." Shimako grabbed Yumi's hand and led her to her room. Once inside, Shimako closed the door behind her and leaned against it, giving Yumi a chance to look around.

As Yumi toured the room, she made some small talk, "You have a really nice room, Shimako. Thank you for letting me stay here. You were right, this will save a lot of time and energy so the project should be done more quickly." As she turned to look at Shimako, the girl had already quietly moved from the door and was standing closer than Yumi realized. Surprise registered on her face then a little breathlessness as Shimako had her hands in her own hair, pulling it up a bit and fastening it with something. The effect was somehow sensual, although Yumi couldn't understand why because the girl was simply putting her hair up. She probably just wanted to cool off her neck, but the slightly messy way some of her tresses fell out of the fastener was just a bit tantalizing. Yumi thought, 'I'm glad she decided not to become a nun after all. Whoever ends up with her is going to be one very lucky person.'

Shimako must have felt her staring because when she finished what she was doing she gave Yumi a satisfied smirk and winked at her. "Shall we?" Shimako said and moved to peel back the bedding and get inside the bed, patting the mattress next to her for Yumi.

Yumi was a little dumbfounded. She thought Shimako would offer her a futon on the floor. With the way the whole afternoon and evening was going, she felt a shiver run down her spine. 'Was Shimako trying to seduce me? Surely not… but nothing else explains all this. But if that was the case wouldn't she be even a little nervous? But she's so calm.' Yumi's inaction caused Shimako to get out of the bed and stand behind Yumi, gently pushing on her back to get her to move toward the bed.

Yumi was broken from her thoughts and automatically crawled into the bed without thinking. Shimako followed and laid on her side facing Yumi, reaching out her finger and gently caressing Yumi's forearm. "Yumi, you recall your Onee-sama's conversation with you about your blood?" Shimako continued to caress Yumi up and down her arm, lazily trailing soft touches, moving to the next arm, enjoying the goose-bumps she was making on Yumi's arms and neck. Yumi's eyes widened in realization.

"H-hai, I remember, Shimako." Now Yumi understood. Shimako was easing her into it so she would feel comfortable. "Although, do you really believe it? How is it even possible, that my blood somehow unlocks special powers. Don't you think that is pretty far-fetched? The sacrifice you're making and all the effort. It seems so unfair to you to have to go through this for an experiment." Again, Yumi misunderstood the situation entirely.

"This is no sacrifice on my part, Yumi." Shimako's expert fingers now caressing Yumi's neck and face. "I've wanted to seduce you for a long time, well before it became a necessary part of our victory over our enemy." Shimako leaned in and placed soft kisses on Yumi's face. "But I want you to feel comfortable with it, Yumi. And I certainly don't want you to have conflicting feelings. But I think we would be foolish if we didn't take advantage of these next few days together to at least try." With that Shimako moved on top of Yumi and placed a soft but firm kiss on the girls lips, smiling when she could feel Yumi kissing her back. "Good night, Yumi. And sweet dreams."

Yumi's breathing was heavy for a few minutes, then steadied out. She was glad for a reprieve. She'll sleep on it and things will be more clear tomorrow. Her Onee-sama's talk had partly prepared her for this, but to experience it was another matter. Well, she'll do anything to protect her friends, she decided. With that, she was actually looking forward to the next few days.