Date: Wed, 27 Jun 2012 21:39:38 -0700 From: Anki Suko Subject: Secrets of a Summer Night I Email: ankiandsuko@gmail.com Secrets of a Summer Night By Anki and Suko! Anki was leaning back on her desk chair, record spinning an old Neil Young album, basking in a nimbus of evening sunlight and acid guitar. Her room was like a greenhouse on days like this; she was down to her bra and skirt and still sweltering. Chatter from students passing on the grounds below filtered up through her third-story window. Flipping her long blond dreadlocks back over the head rest, she wiped at the beaded sweat on her long legs with equally wet palms and sighed. On a day like this, what can you do? She rose from the chair, opened her panty drawer, pushed aside the clothes to reveal her pipe and pot stash and walked over to the open window, where she sat on the sill, packing the bowl with practiced ease. She took a deep breath, inhaling the rich odor. Touching herself on a high was her secret, sacred ritual. Too hot right now, but maybe when it cools off a bit... A night breeze would probably pick up. She thought about sitting on the balcony with the wind brushing over her body. Just ten minutes or so, and the sun would set. She waited, and then couldn't anymore. It was still too claustrophobic inside. Anki took the loaded piece and crawled out the window onto the balcony. It joined her room and the one next door. Slithering through the window, she saw Suko, who lived in the room adjacent to hers, already outside, in a blue silk kimono, peering at a dog-eared book. Once Anki was through the window, she tried to move closer to Suko, but felt a painful yank on her hair. It was caught on something. She tugged at it but couldn't see what she was doing. Suko looked up from her novel. Her neighbor was pulling at her braids with one hand, unable to set down her pipe from a standing position. It should have been a D.A.R.E. commercial: a wayward teen trapped by addiction! Setting down the book, she approached Anki and detached the snagged locks from the window latch. "Thanks," said Anki, feeling silly. "Want some?" She extended her pipe and the lighter to Suko, who shook her head. Throughout their freshman year, her Japanese friend had refused even one puff. She didn't mind hanging out in smoking circles at parties, and even cracked jokes at the expense of the campus security (also known as the "narco-squad"). But she worried it would impair her memory, impact her grades, and incite her father to fly out here from Osaka to drag her home by the hair. A sober saint. "Look, Suko, I know you finished finals today." Suko grinned and turned her head a little, a gesture of hers which meant "you know how I feel about that," and which Anki thought was adorable. Suko really was a beautiful girl, poised, clean, sweet and straightforward with people. Too sweet! Instead of responding to her signal, Anki took her hand and opened the fingers, forcing the paraphernalia into her open palm. It was time for Suko to learn a few things, she decided; classes were over, after all. "Want to know a secret?" Suko's eyes popped and her eyebrows raised. She loved gossip. "Tell me," she said. The wind was starting to pick up. In her hand she still clutched the pipe, absently. "Smoke a bowl with me, and I'll tell you. I promise, it's an amazing secret." Anki looked Suko up and down. "And you know what? You won't understand the secret anyway unless you know what it feels like to be high." Her friend pouted a little. "Please?" Suko shrugged. Then she put the pipe between her lips. After a year watching other people do the same thing, she didn't need any guidance. she cupped the bowl with her hand and lit the edge of the weed. She felt an orange warmth from the coals. Smoke filled her lungs, making her cough, and she breathed it out gently into Anki's face. They passed the bowl back and forth as the sun set. As the herb turned to ash, Anki turned her eyes onto Suko's body, revealed here and there as the wind tugged at her kimono. She thought Suko had the most perfect shoulders in the world. Her breast bone was delicate, almost like glass-work. Compared to other students, herself say, Suko dressed with outlandish modesty, covered to the wrists and ankles even on these summer scorchers. Anki found herself staring at Suko's elongated neck. She wanted to nibble it, lick the brown skin, taste her salt. They sat side by side, and Anki wrapped her arm around Suko's waist. To her surprise, Suko did the same. They leaned their heads together and stared at a shadowy grove of trees across the lawn. Anki was rubbing a finger underneath one of Suko's ribs, with a motion just delicate enough to pass as accidental. "So what's the secret, huh?" said Suko. "You're not going to distract me. Now that you've got me breaking rules." She coughed a little. "All right, the secret," said Anki, in a low voice. All of a sudden she felt an urge to make something up, it would be too obvious what she was doing. "Spit it out!" Suko chuckled. "If you want to. I feel really good right now, I didn't expect to. Thanks for sharing the weed. I'm getting the munchies. Want some ice cream?" "It makes sex feel mind-blowingly better," Anki blurted out. "Um, not ice cream, the weed. That's the secret. Um. So now you know." Suko turned her head, met her eyes. Then she kissed Anki full on the mouth. "Really?" she said. "... Yeah," whispered Anki. They locked eyes; there was a pause. "I really want you, Suko. Right here. On the balcony." She felt Suko simultaneously reach under her skirt to press her through the panties and flick her tongue along the side of her neck. "What do we do if someone comes?" said Anki. Her breathing was heavy. She spread her legs a little bit, kneeling, pleasure echoing through her. A barrier collapsed. "If someone comes, just enjoy it, baby," Suko whispered into her ear. She slipped her fingers under the waistband, pulled off Anki's undergarments, and slid two fingers along Anki's pussy. Warm, wet, wonderfully soft. Anki was gushing all of a sudden. She turned, leaned her back against Suko's breast; Suko reached around to fondle her, and turned her head so they could kiss. They were tonguing silently as Suko rubbed Anki's clit. Caressing her was as good -- different, but just as good, as being caressed. She felt a sympathetic pleasure, not coursing up through the nerves of her skin but coming upon her like inspiration, like a poetic muse. The night wind was blowing over them, and Suko imagined how it must feel on Anki's exposed lips, thighs, feet. Suko rubbed her faster and deeper and felt something quicken between them. Suddenly, Anki snorted and mashed her teeth against Suko's lips, drawing a little blood. Then she gasped and tilted her head sideways. Suko felt her legs tremble and seemed to share the agony of pleasure washing through Anki. For a moment, as Anki shuddered, Suko closed her eyes and they became one unified being. They heard nothing for a moment, saw only themselves. "Was that good?" asked Suko. Anki was slumped into her lap, squeezing Suko around the waist. "God, yes. But... you were the one who should have been on the receiving end. I mean, it's your first time." Suko laughed. "That's OK, it's only ten thirty!" They kissed, felt each others' bodies. "We've still got time. You looked so beautiful there, like you were listening to music inside yourself." Anki smiled and made a soft humming sound. A bat fluttered by overhead. At that moment, a woman's voice blasted up at them from three floors below. "Hey, you two!" It was a campus security officer! "You know you're not supposed to be out on the balcony! Go back inside. And I hope you're not smoking anything up there!" Grabbing the pipe, Anki's panties, and the novel, they yelled a panicked "OK!" to the cop and scrambled back into Suko's room. Panting as she shut the window and the blinds, Suko said "Eek, I'm so sorry! I really hope they didn't see what was going on. Did I embarrass you?" The room was dark. She heard the sound of Anki giggling, then felt a hand intruding beneath her kimono. "Yeah, I'm really embarrassed. Bad manners. Accepting all the pleasure when it should have been you she saw! But I'll make it up to you..." Her hand slid over Suko's breast. "Promise?"