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Erika reread the note tag, this time out loud,
"To Erika. Happy Birthday. From Natsume."
Erika chuckled. It was short and to the point, characteristic of the stoic, phthalo-haired young woman who'd scribed it. Attached to the note tag was a glass decanter of perfume.
“I hope Natsume didn’t trouble herself too much for me,” she said, observing the detailed crystal of the expensive-looking bottle. “I can’t wait to wear it to the gym tomorrow!”
As Erika began to undo her chartreuse furisode she mused girlishly about the party that day. It was a small gathering, just the female Kanto leaders, a handful of her favourite trainers from Celadon City gym and Miss Kanna. All the girls looked lovely, but Natsume was exquisite, dressed head to toe in carmine leather, her long locks contained in a bun atop her head. Come to think of it, Erika couldn't remember what her other companions had even been wearing.
"Curious," she pondered aloud.
Now, fully undressed, she was acutely aware of the cool air against her gooseflesh-ridden skin. Not wanting to catch a cold she strode hastily to her futon and slid into her green and yellow yogi. Erika clapped once and her bedroom lights dimmed. A second clap and they'd be completely off, but the Nature-Loving Princess wasn't quite ready to fall asleep yet. Instead, she attempted to meditate, though her mind was scattered. She thought of:
The positively adorable Oddish she met on her morning walk,
The flower arrangements she'd create on her day off that Sunday,
How comically outraged Takeshi had been upon being informed the birthday gathering was ladies only
The purse of Natsume's cheri-berry glossed lips when she said "happy birthday,"
Erika’s eyes shot open, and she was suddenly quite awake. What the heck was that last one? She sat up, wired, and her eyes wandered towards the pile of gifts. She surveyed the "Plant Mama" mug from Kasumi, the Vileplume headband from Anzu, the green Kimono from Miss Kanna and lastly…
She untucked herself and shuffled nervously toward the presents.
"I know it's not a traditional bedtime fragrance," Erika said, "but it couldn't hurt to try just a little now that I'm up…"
She spritzed once on each wrist and twice on the neck before inhaling the new scent.
"Natsume…" she whispered as her nostrils filled with luscious vanilla, "you're so thoughtful. You know how much I love perfume."
Erika returned to her futon, satisfied. At least, temporarily satisfied. She smelled divine but couldn't help but feel something was missing. Even though she had spent a becoming afternoon with friends, she felt a tiny ache of loneliness creep through her chest. She took a deep breath, inhaling more vanilla. Inhaling more Natsume. There was something about that scent that made her feel all tingly. Her mind strayed again to Natsume’s ensemble; the leather dress that hugged her curves in the right places, and boots that graced her comely thighs.
Before she knew it, her hand wandered from her heart to her perky left breast. The nipple was erect and sensitive beneath her thumb. She envisioned Natsume’s much fuller chest, constricted beneath the carmine leather, then pinched her own nipple, pretending it was her friend’s slender fingers doing so.
“Oh…” Erika sighed plaintively, “Is this wrong?”
A dampness began to pool between her ivory thighs as if to answer the woman’s question. While her left hand now tended to her right breast, her right hand crept like a curious Spinarak down her legs until it reached its forbidden destination. Erika gulped. She’d never done this before. Was this something girls even did? Would Natsume do this? She pictured the headline now; ‘Nature’s Prim and Proper Princess Masturbates for the First Time, to Saffron’s Esteemed Esper Lady.’ Erika shook her head violently, what kind of magazine was she thinking of? She poked gingerly at her clitoris.
“Ouch…”
Far too intense, she thought with a shiver. She decided to start slower, massaging the tender area over her pubic bone, before tracing her fingers along her lips delicately.
“Natsume…Am I doing this right?”
'Yes.' Cooed a second, imagined voice, stern yet soothing 'You’re such a good girl, Erika.'
Erika imagined it was Natsume’s skilled fingers stroking her clit through the hood, forming a “V” with her pointer and middle digits.
“Somebody’s extra wet. Is it for me?”
“Ahh, it’s embarrassing,” Erika replied.
'Don’t be embarrassed, princess. There’s no need to be shy, I can read your thoughts after all. Did you forget I’m a psychic?'
Erika exhaled, the gym leader had never felt so relaxed yet so alive. So…hot. She increased the pressure of her fingers now that she was fully soaked, her own scent mingling with the sensual vanilla fragrance.
'Faster.'
She slid her fingers up and down desperately and arched her back, she was on fire, utterly consumed by the toe-curling sensation. Her heart was racing like never before and she moaned as the vicious tension in her slender body climbed and climbed.
“Natsume! Natsume!” Erika cried out, strands of Prussian blue hair clinging to her sweat-damp face.
She bit down on her lip, nearly drawing blood as the tension reached its heavenly peak causing a full-body thrill like nothing she’d ever experienced before. She collapsed back onto the wet futon, thoroughly exhausted…and sticky. She would undoubtedly need to shower.
'Happy birthday, Erika.'
“Thank you,” she whispered, to no one in particular. She’d be sure to do this more often.