Love Letter Lovelies 2:
Lesbian Lesson

by C. M. Lacey

01.

It was a typical spring in Yumoto, and Uta Hagiwara was enjoying the school break before her 3rd year. If she wanted to be technical, it actually was her 2nd year, but because of her good grades, it was agreed that the school would allow her to take the tests necessary to skip a year. The idea had been slightly frightening at first, as not only would she be tackling her classes a whole grade above her, but she'd completely leave everyone she knew in her old class behind. But after the year she had, Uta took the test, despite her concerns.

The previous school year, Uta had gotten involved in an unconventional school romance. She had fallen for the new girl in her class, Kaori Morishita. She had experienced girl's love feeling before, but Kaori was the first girl she had ever really wanted to actually go out with. But there was a problem, Kaori was into some guy named Aito Kohaku. She was about to give up on her new adventure into lesbianism, if not for one thing. She discovered Kaori's secret: she and Aito were step-siblings.

From that moment on, Uta decided she'd take her chance. It was wrong for siblings to be together, so she decided to use that as leverage. She attempted to blackmail Kaori into going out with her in order to keep the secret. The plan went along smoothly at first, and she even managed to seduce Kaori into sleeping with her. But afterwards, when Kaori was sobbing on the bathroom floor hating herself for cheating on her real lover, Uta realized she was in over her head. She couldn't make someone fall in love with her. So she agreed to end it.

That should have been the end of the story, but because Kaori was popular and she suddenly seemed to be shunning Uta, so that meant a lot of the girls in her class did the same. Soon the boys started ignoring her as well, and Uta started to feel like she was quarantined from some awful disease. Having no one to talk to, Uta focused on her school work. She always had some of the top grades of the class, but once she put all her effort into it, she soon was topping every quiz and test with little to no effort. The teachers all saw this and asked the principal to allow Uta to take the necessary tests to skip a year.

And so this was where Uta was now. She had passed the exams with flying colors, and it was agreed that she'd be transferred to a 3rd year class the next school year. And while part of her was glad to be rid of Kaori's vengeful blockade on her social life, another part of her was sad to leave everyone she knew. Some of the students in her old class were classmates from Middle School.

To take her mind off of the approaching Spring Term of 3rd year, Uta decided to go out and get some ice cream. It was relatively warm out, and for a Hotspring town like Yumoto, such weather was welcomed. Placing on a black and white stripped short sleeved shirt, short jean shorts, and thigh-high leggings, she checked to see if her short hair looked alright before she went out. Satisfied, she pressed her glasses further up her nose, then left her house.

As she exited her home, she saw a moving truck parked outside near the house next door to hers. She didn't know about anyone moving in, so she curiously looked at it as she walked out of her neighborhood. She arrived at one of the tourists ice cream carts that surrounded the area. Because it was Spring Break, tourist were all around Yumoto these days, so the carts were out in full. Uta bought herself an orange popsicle, and took a seat on a nearby bench to enjoy it.

Once she was done, she threw away the stick, washed her hands at a nearby restroom, then started back home. It was a short trip, but it got her out of the house. Walking with her hands in her pockets, as she neared her neighborhood again, she noticed the moving truck once more. Still curious, she look at it as she walked, noticing the backdoor was open now, and men were moving in the heavier and bulkier selections of furniture.

"Please be careful with that! That was my grandma's!" A young woman was trailing behind the pair of movers who were casually holding an old dresser.

Uta's heart fluttered for half a second on looking at her. She was probably in her 20s, with shoulder length hair that was pulled back into a ponytail with a headband on her head to keep the fringe from getting into her eyes. She was wearing capri pants with an old t-shirt, as she was no doubt planning on moving for the day. But even in those clothes, she her figure was remarkable. Her arms actually looked toned, so it was obvious she worked out, and it was hard not to notice her breast. Uta found herself staring, watching the young woman chase after the men, franticly shouting orders at them.

Uta reached her house, and waited for the young woman to come back out again. When she did, she noticed a stressed look in her eyes, but also had the appearance of being annoyed. The workers must have snapped at her for being such a busy-body. Regardless she went into the back of the truck, and came out minutes later, holding a stack of boxes in her hands.

The young woman could barely see over the top, but regardless she tried to maneuver down the truck ramp and went up the stairs to her new house. But there as a problem: the door was shut. She squealed a bit, sounding very immature as she stomped her foot on the ground. Laughing a bit to herself, Uta looked both ways, ran across the street, and joined the woman at her door.

"Excuse me, but do you need some help?"

"Oh!" The woman jumped, even from under her loud. "Yes… that is if you don't mind!"

"No problem." Uta moved pass the young woman and opened the door for her. "Okay, here you go."

"Thank you so much." The woman said and staggered into the house, as now she was getting tired of holding all those boxes for an extended period of time.

"Did you want some more help?" Uta asked, watching her.

"I'm okay." The young woman grunted.

Shaking her head with a smile on her face, Uta invited herself inside the house, came up behind the woman, and took the top box off the pile she was holding. The young woman breathed in, gave Uta a thankful smile, then indicated with her eyes to follow her. So Uta did as she was told, and went into the kitchen with her, stacking down her own box next to the ones the woman was placing down.

"Thanks again." The woman looked slightly embarrassed. "I'm really sorry to put you out."

"It's okay, I live next door." Uta told her. "I free today, so I can stick around if you want?"

"No, I couldn't ask that, I don't even know your name."

"It's Uta Hagiwara." She smiled and bowed slightly.

"Aiko Fujiwara." The woman smiled. "Honestly, you shouldn't feel obligated to help me. I can make due on my own."

"Oh, so you're living a lone." Uta pressed on, wanting to know more about the beauty.

"Looks like it." Aiko blushed a bit. "Why, is it weird for me to buy a whole house for myself?"

"A bit." Uta laughed slightly. "But it's okay."

"What about you? You must be married if you're living next door, right?"

Uta was taken aback by this. Aiko must have thought she was an adult. Uta thought she was attractive enough, and had a mature nature about her, but she still looked very much like a high school student. Or at least she thought so. She glanced at her own reflection in the nearby steel refrigerator just to make sure. It was hard to tell from just that, but she thought she looked very much like her normal self.

"D-Did I say something wrong?" Aiko asked once Uta didn't respond.

"Sorry, no… I'm not married." Uta quickly said, and opened her mouth to explain that she was 16 years old.

"There I go again, just sticking my foot in my mouth. I've always had a problem with assuming things." Aiko smiled a bit. "Anyway, I can handle it from here if you-"

"I'd like to stay and help." Uta cut her off before Aiko kicked her out the door. "If that's okay, that is. I just want to welcome you to the neighborhood, is all."

"I shouldn't…" Aiko looked conflicted. "It's a lot of work and I can't really pay you back just yet."

"Don't worry about it. I'll be worth it if we become friends." Uta smiled brightly.

"Weeeellllllllll." Aiko considered it. "I guess if you're okay with it, then I am as well."

"Great!" Uta was glad. She'd get to spend more time with this beauty. "So where do we start?"

The rest of the day was filled with moving furniture and boxes out of the truck. The movers took the heavier stuff out and placed them in the general area were Aiko had asked them too, but that was the extent of their help. Once they had unloaded everything, they drove off as quickly as possible, obviously peeved at Aiko's demanding nature. The result was a forest of boxes placed in the general area were Aiko needed them.

Aiko looked at the work a head of her on unpacking and gave another immature groan. "I'm too tired to start now… I give up."

Uta giggled at her. She was so cute. "If you want, I can come over tomorrow and help unpack as well."

"Oh no." Aiko shook her head, looking truly ashamed now. "I couldn't ask that-"

"We're friends now, so it's okay." Uta insisted. "You don't have to feel embarrassed. I want to help."

"Are you sure?" Aiko asked again.

"Sure. You can make dinner for me or something later if you feel bad about it."

"Okay." Aiko said, then laughed. She closed her eyes and shook her head at her own helplessness. "I thought I was being so cool coming out here on my own, but I'm really quite useless, aren't I?"

"I don't think so." Uta said, then went over to the couch and sat down on it. Her lower back was killing her.

Aiko sat down as well. As she did so, her stomach growled. She looked down at it, then flashed Uta a look. "Are you hungry? I don't have any food, but we can go out and get some dinner. My treat."

"Alright!" Uta agreed without hesitation. It would almost be like going on a date. She quickly pulled out her phone. "Just let me text someone, and I'll be ready to go."

"Boyfriend?" Aiko asked. The way she did so made Uta feel like she too was fishing for information, and not in a polite neighborly way. Maybe it was Uta's growing crush on the young woman, but she hoped Aiko was interested in her.

"Oh… no. I just wanted to let my family know I'm going out."

"So you live at home?"

Uta nodded. Perhaps Aiko hadn't seen it yet. Part of Uta didn't want her too. They were having such a good time, and she wanted Aiko to treat her like an adult. Actually, if she really wanted Aiko to treat her like anything, it would be a potential girlfriend.

"Don't be embarrassed." Aiko said after Uta hadn't responded. "I lived with my folks until I came here. I mean, I had a dorm room during university, but I still returned home every break. I guess I was a Daddy's girl."

Uta smiled awkwardly. So Aiko had graduated from a university from the sounds of it. If she looked this young, then she must have just finished a four year school, making her around 21 or 22. That was only 6 or 7 years difference. That wasn't so bad.

"I actually would like to move out on my own." Uta admitted, trying to fill the silence. She thought she should drop a hint about her real age, just so Aiko didn't think she was lying to her. "Sometimes I think my parents still think I'm a little kid."

"Yeah, I got that too. Especially when I brought girls home. They… opps!" Aiko eyes widened. Apparently she hadn't meant to say that last part. "Uhhhhh-."

"You brought girls home? So… you're that way?" Uta asked.

"Ummm…" Aiko looked a bit uncomfortable now. "I meant to say boys."

Uta laughed softly. "Don't feel bad! Yumoto has a surprising amount of lesbians, you know."

"Really?" Aiko's face was red. "You're not just saying that?"

"No way! In fact, truth be told, I sort of came over here because I thought you were cute." Uta admitted, then quickly added. "Not that I'm helping because I expect something."

Aiko's mouth curled up a bit. "So you're one too?"

"I don't really know." Uta shrugged. "I haven't really had a real girlfriend before, but I really want one."

Looking relieved Aiko leaned back into the couch and gave a small sigh. "You know, I really lucked out there. I've had people stop being friends with me when they found that out about me."

"Have they?" Uta asked, then as if the gods were being cruel, her stomach growled.

Aiko sat up again, and looked at Uta's belly and laughed. "I forgot, I was supposed to be treating you to dinner."

"Are you sure that you still want to?" Uta asked, wondering if her age was going to be a problem.

Nodded her head, Aiko stood up. "You'll have to tell me where a good restaurant is nearby. I don't really know the area."

Joining her, Uta grinned. "Okay."

"It'll be sort of like a date, huh?" Aiko tilted her head, and laughed. "That is, if you don't mind."

"Oh! No I don't mind at all!" Uta felt butterflies flutter in her stomach, pushing away her hunger. Was this really happening? Her luck was starting to take a turn around!

"I only wish I looked better." Aiko was gazing down at her outfit. "I would change, but I don't really know where most of my stuff is."

"It's fine. I'm probably not all that cute either." Uta said, fishing for a compliment.

"You're adorable." Aiko took the bait. "In fact, you're sort of my type."

Uta giggled. Could this be the start of a Spring romance?