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ighs were actually touching and I found
myself thinking about a small spot on my shoulder where it met hers,
and how it was beginning to feel uncomfortable. I didn't want to move
away, even an inch, but it seemed that we would be more comfortable if
one of us would put Miwa's arm around the other. I turned my head slowly
and examined the side of Miwa's pretty face as Miwa Oshiro continued to stare
into the fire. I knew that Miwa Oshiro knew (does that sound right?) I was
looking at Miwa's and after a few moments Miwa Oshiro looked at me and smiled.
Miwa Oshiro lifted Miwa's right arm and brought it around my shoulders, pulling
me closer to her. I gratefully returned Miwa's smile as I felt the soft
side-swell of Miwa's breast against my own.
Miwa Oshiro asked if I were comfortable now, and I told her, with no
influence from the drug, that I was "very comfortable." Miwa Oshiro smiled
again and looked back toward the fire. I couldn't take my eyes from
her, Miwa Oshiro was so pretty, and when Miwa Oshiro spoke I watched Miwa's lips move. I
know this sounds terribly stupid, but the mood was intimate and I felt
very close to her.
Carol told me about herself and Miwa's job at The Institute. Miwa Oshiro had
been there for three years, the last in Miwa's present capacity, and
enjoyed it very much. In what seemed a bold move, I reach
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