The short of the summer is here! I’ve had the idea for UMIIRO for a few months now, but knew I was going to wait until the middle of the summer to release it. Anyway, I’ll stop talking and let you enjoy the blurb and excerpt!
Basking on an Okinawan beach isn’t enough for Aiko, who thinks there should be more interesting things to do on her tropical getaway with girlfriend Reina. But Reina’s idea of seaside fun is not exactly family friendly – she’d rather participate in the art of “umiiro,” or the naughty things that can happen on an open beach beneath the stars. Aiko won’t be convinced, however, until she feels properly groomed for the occasion!
“UMIIRO.” takes place May 1st – 4th, 2008.
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Reina tossed a handful of sand into the air and wiggled her toes. “We should move into a castle on the beach. We could watch the waves roll in, and argue every day whether or not they actually match your bathing suit.”
“It’s the same color!” Aiko tugged at her bust, showing her girlfriend how right she was. “Mou, can’t you tell? It’s umiiro!” She had no idea when this switch in opinion happened, but now she had to defend her side to the hypothetical death.
“Umi kana…” Reina looked to the sea, the umi, as it rolled on top of itself and brought fresh sand onto the beach. “You know the water isn’t really blue, right?”
“So I’ve heard. But that doesn’t change the fact that from here it looks blue-green.”
“Sore ni iro naa…” Reina snorted. “Iro…”
“Stop that.” Aiko wanted to smack her girlfriend’s knee on top of chiding her. “Iro” was one of those double-meaning words that usually meant “color,” but could also mean naughty, naughty acts and feelings deep inside ones gut. Practically loins territory. “We’re building a sandcastle. Hardly a time for you to have a dirty mind.”
However, Reina was too far gone into the void of her rotten brain. At first she chuckled, and then she guffawed, until her face was permanently stuck in slack-jawed amusement. She looked like she was staring into a distance full of naked women beckoning to her. “I wonder what a real umiiro would be like.”
“What are you talking about?”
“You know. Sex on the beach.”
Aiko kicked sand in Reina’s direction. “Stop it already.”
Reina kicked some sand back. “Make me!”
The sandcastle was stomped as Aiko leaped forward and tackled her girlfriend to the sand.
With yelps and shrieks they wrestled like two kittens who didn’t know what they were doing. Aiko continued to shove Reina back down every time she tried to get up and tip her girlfriend over. In time, Reina learned to grab Aiko’s sarong to tilt her balance. One hard tug and Aiko went tumbling, her face and hands filling with sand as Reina jumped on top of her and growled into her ear.
“You tried,” she said, voice low and rasping. Aiko instantly recognized that tone as the one her girlfriend adopted when she was aroused. I guess it doesn’t take much, even in public. “But what made you think you would win?”
“It might’ve been my lucky day.” Aiko found a pocket of space to turn over in, meeting Reina’s face centimeters away from her own. They shared one quick, sandy kiss before a large breeze ruffled their hair together and chilled Aiko’s skin. Even riding on the coattails of the night before, she realized the exposure made her skin tingle.
Reina slid off her girlfriend and held her in a sideways embrace, one foot kicking into the sandcastle. Neither of them cared about its destruction. “I wonder what it would be like,” Reina said, hair full of sand.
“What would what be like?”
“You know.” Reina tugged on the sarong again, bringing Aiko’s hips closer to hers. “Sex on the beach.”
“Sounds dangerous. Imagine getting sand in your holes.” And I thought shaving my hair would be itchy.
“I’m surprised that would be the first negative thing you think of.”
“Oh?”
“I would think you’d be more weirded out by us being in public.”
Shit! Aiko almost forgot they were technically in public, though the nearest people were far enough away to pay no attention to them. Still, there were some lines Aiko did not cross. Especially in front of men and children.
“Muri,” she said, pushing herself away from her girlfriend and sitting up. She brushed the sand from her stomach and arms, although the rest of her remained dirty. “You’re still too naughty for me sometimes.”
Reina propped her arm up. “And you’re still not naughty enough for me sometimes.”