I am running around with girls on a wet Tokyo afternoon. The rain makes the neon lights sizzle. One of the girls complained about her plastic sandals being soaked in a puddle. I stop and help her off them, drying them with some tissue paper I had in my purse. At some point we part ways. I’m off to see a show at a museum and she is headed somewhere else.

I come back to the dorm later that night and all the girls are dressed in yellow frocks, different styles, but all yellow. One of the girls is wearing a bright yellow dress with big black polkadots. I enter my room, and find my roommate in a yellow and white tulle frock. She is the same girl I helped with her sandals earlier in the day. She looks at me, as if meaning to say something. I realize that we are lovers. I approach her and push the strings of her dress off her shoulders, revealing smooth white breasts and dark perky nipples. She closes her eyes, her eyebrows knitted, waiting… I squeeze her breasts and run my lips across her nips, feeling the hardness, tasting. She moans softly. I snake a hand under the layers of soft tulle, trying to find the flesh underneath it. She has soaked her silk panties. I pull them down to her thighs, and grab the wet bush covering her pussy, pushing and kneading… she moans even more. I grab a handful of her hair with my other hand. I want to see her neck, the line from her collarbone to her breasts, heaving in and out with her heavy breathing.

Someone is knocking on the door. Come on, let’s go! We are all taking the light rail into town. My roommate straightens up, as I slip into a yellow silk dress. Neither of us need much make-up. Our faces are flush and our lips are moist from wanting.

We fill the train car with our flirty yellow frocks. Working people in their gray business suits look at us, hating our gaiety, but wishing they were young and lively like us. We get off in the middle of the city, with neon lights flashing everywhere. We run around laughing, going in and out of shops and booths. My girl and I duck into a photo booth and we kiss while the camera snaps away. On the way out, I snatch the photos quickly before anyone sees it. We run into a karaoke booth, and I hand her the microphone. She sings “Like A Virgin” with her clipped Japanese accent, while I dive under layers of tulle to get to her muff. “Ooo-oo-oo…” she cooes as I lick between the thick hairs into her swollen pink clit.

The song ends. She is disappointed with all the interruptions, and asks me to go back to the dorm. We meet up with some of the other girls and tell them we are headed back. They try to keep us, but we make up some excuse about an extra-curricular project. We get back to the dorm where we can be alone.