Kiku brushed her hand across my cheek. She always did this after we had had an argument; It was her way of asking if we could go into the bedroom and cuddle or fuck. "Kuri," she said calling me by the nick name she had bestowed on me, "I didn't mean to yell at you," she kissed my forehead and held my hand.
It was always the same since I had met her we would argue then we would fuck and make up. "You always say that Kiku," I said sighing. I looked into her dark eyes, wanting nothing more then to kiss her delicate eyelids and her tiny full lips.
I had met her a month before at a friends party. Kiku, the tiny Japanese woman who wore nothing but black and the deepest shades of red held my attention that entire night. Her skin was the palest I had ever seen in any Asian girl and that contrast against my darker complexion stirred lustful thoughts even that first night. A week later I found myself in her arms and in her bed.
Kiku brushed her lips across mine and slipped her hand down the front of my camisole. She rubbed her delicate fingers across my breasts and pinched my nipples as she nibbled and licked at my lips.
"Kuri, come to bed with me," she asked plaintively, Pulling me off the the immaculately white couch and into her bedroom.
"Let me undress you," I said as I started to undo the butting on her black shirt. I slowly slid the shirt from her shoulders and nuzzled her tiny breasts through her lace bra. I reached for the cups and pulled them down releasing her breasts from their lacy confines. I pushed her back against the bed and watched her lay down drawing her knees up as she did.
