Anzu is Japanese for Apricot.
Part of my curriculum as a hospitality student is to have a wine class – a class that not only teaches me about the different grapes, but also allows me (and the other students of course) to taste. We would usually have 6 flights of wine, each about 2 to 3 oz full. Some people would spit their wine or just taste a bit, without finishing their glass. I was one of the swallowers. In fact, after that class, my alcohol tolerance had shot up, since every Wednesday, I would drink at least 10 glasses of wine (actually, that makes about 5 or 6 regular glasses of alcohol, which is still quiet an amount for a girl who stands 5'3" at 127 lb).
Now, everyone knows what alcohol does to a girl. It gets her horny. Like weed does that to a man, alcohol loosens a girl up and allows her to let her guard down. In my case, it was a literal thing. I had another girl sitting behind me, a sweet Japanese chick who loved touching me. She was sweet to everyone, this Anzu, and she would give me hugs and pat me on my ass. Last semester, she leaned in to kiss me, but I moved my head away – I thought that she was kidding. Then, the entire summer, I had been wondering about that incident – what if Anzu really did want to kiss me. Would I have let her? Would I have enjoyed it?
Now, having her in my class, her sharp little nails scratching the sensitive part of my neck as Riesling is being poured into my system...ahh, all that is missing is some chocolate. Anzu was real nice – she would give me backrubs and sometimes, go forward and stroke my upper chest. She sat too far behind me to let her hand wonder freely into my shirt, though I never stopped her playing. I always assumed that she was just that – playing.
Then, one day after class (and a few glasses of German wine), she took my hand and jokingly pushed me to the staircase. She pushed me against the wall and kissed my lips. She was laughing and I asked her straight out if she was bi-sexual. She was. My hand caressed her breast through the sweater; I moved it lower over her waist into her pants. I felt the sweet cool flesh, the gentle swell of her ass and my Anzu, eyes closed, started to move her hips about. I let my hand roam, as I grabbed her flesh with my palm and stroked over her creamy skin. I had wanted my hand to enter her pussy, but I didn't want to hurt her – after all, it was my first time touching another woman.
I kissed her lips, as if I was kissing a man, her tongue entering my mouth and intertwining with mine, sucking on her upper lip as she sucked on mine. I started biting her lips gently, teasing her and her soft moans filled the area. My other hand went forward and I found her nipple under her sweater. Her hand found my ass and she pressed me closer, rubbing herself over my taunt thigh. Ahh, how I wished I wore a skirt at that moment, not some tight leather pants that barely allows room for grabbing of the ass. We continued kissing until finally she stopped and laughed a silvery laugh that meant a beginning and the end.