Miki/Yuuko - Merry Christmas

The color red floods my vision as I maneuver between the crowds of people clad in Christmas-themed attire. Santa hats, dresses, suits, and many other varieties of yuletide clothing dance in the crowd around me, making it nearly impossible to move about the restaurant.

Every so often a cry is heard even above the bustling of the dancing students, thanks to a certain waitress who has been chosen to man the kitchen by herself tonight. It doesn't help that she's chosen to wear something a little more daring for the event, and as such has become the object of every male's attention.

Her brunette hair is tied back into buns as is usual, but her uniform is different. Rather than the conservative, baggy maid uniform the establishment usually presents customers with, her body now lies clad in a more seasonal dress, its length extending no further than her mid-thigh; a fact everyone is made aware of by her constant skirt-tugging. It covers her shoulders, but leaves a diamond-shaped cutout around her cleavage.

Add a pair of black elbow-length gloves, and you've got a waitress stealing attention away from all the students in the building.

“Man, Yuuko really went all out for tonight.” The girl trailing me comments.

“You're telling me. Still kinda surprised that you went the conservative route for this.” I reply.

“What was the alternative? A miniskirt and a tube top ain't gonna work when it's snowing outside.” She counters with an amused chuckle. “My legs are already freezing since this thing doesn't even go below my knees.”

“Whatever works, I suppose.”

The white fluff of her skirt sways back and forth with each step, met with red on both ends thanks to the cloth of her dress and the thigh-high stockings below it. Long, dark locks flow down her back, every bit as messy as usual thanks to her hurried preparation.

Her amethyst eyes gaze past me as we make our way to the kitchen, attempting to answer a call for help from the swamped waitress.

“Gee, you sound so disappointed.” Miki snarks, giving me a raised eyebrow.

“I have seen you in every state of undress it's possible to see a girl in. It's a little refreshing, actually.”

“So I guess I'd better save your present for another time, then?”

A number of different responses form in my head, but the only one I'm able to issue is “no, that's not necessary.”

“That's what I thought.” She replies with a playful grin.

It takes a while to navigate the crowd of students, but we eventually manage to wind up in front of the big metal door next to the counter. The contents of the room behind the entryway are of no surprise – Yuuko muttering to herself, a few locks of hair pointing outwards in every which direction as layers of stress pile up on her exterior.

“Hey Yuuko, what's up?” Miki says with a wave, not the least bit affected by the part-time waitress' haggard appearance.

“The punch needs to go out and the pies are almost done and they're out snacks and a bunch of streamers started to fall down and someone is running around with a reef and there's some kids smoking in the bathroom and-”

“Okay, so, busy night.” My companion comments, cutting Yuuko off in the middle of her to-do list.

Yuuko continues slaving away without offering a response, somehow operating a kitchen meant to be used by at least half a dozen workers all by herself. On the center table sits an assortment of snacks spread out among large plates and bowls, all waiting to be distributed among the party-goers.

On the back counter sits two ovens both filled up entirely with pies, cakes, and other such food items. Yuuko herself mixes together the ingredients for fruit punch, discarding empty bottles into a trash can as she burns through their contents.

The mixture doesn't seem to become any more mixed than it already is, despite her fervent stirring. At what appears to be a random point, however, she decides that it's finished and throws the stirring spoon into a sink with surprising accuracy, cupping both arms around the bowl's base.

“Hey, you need any help with that?” I ask as she struggles to get the large dish off the counter surface. She displays her capabilities well as she lifts it up and begins to pace across the kitchen, wobbling back and forth without spilling a single drop.

Or, at least, nothing spilled until the timer for the pies went off.

A number of simultaneous rings pierces through the relative silence, shaking Yuuko to her core. She jumps a bit and throws her footwork entirely out of balance, knocking against Miki. The bowl of punch tilts back against her chest, dumping its contents on both of the girls.

“Ahhhh, c'mon!” Miki yells as she hops back, already soaked with the red fluid. She glances up and down her own figure, groaning in annoyance as the white pieces of her dress tint red and the red parts become even redder.

Yuuko stumbles back and forth for a bit before regaining her stability, a million-mile stare piercing into the center of the bowl as the last minute's events are processed in her overworked mind.

“Argh. That door over there locks, right? I gotta get this under some w-”

Her statement is interrupted by a shriek from Yuuko, her eyes widened in terror as she finally snaps. My first response is to run over to the door and lean against it, preventing anyone from trying to investigate. Probably not the best course of action, but the lack of force against the other end of the doorway indicates that no one would have come running anyway.

My hand fumbles around the knob, pinching a small bolt and turning it into the locked position. I nod to Miki, who then steps over to Yuuko and grabs her shoulder.

“Hey. Relax.”

“THERE'S MORE THAN A FEW DOZEN PEOPLE OUT THERE AND THE PUNCH IS GONE. THEY'RE GOING TO BURN THE BUILDING DOWN.” Yuuko yells, her hands clasped together and shaking.

“Relax.” Miki repeats in more of a whisper.

“AND THERE'S THOSE TWO KIDS WHO ASKED ME TO TAKE CARE OF THE SANDWICHES AND I HAVEN'T EVEN STARTED ON THAT AND-”

“Relaaaaaaaaaax.” Miki croons, massaging Yuuko's back with her hand.

The waitress continues yammering on about the millions of things she has to take care of, tiring out more and more with each statement. Eventually she finds herself going silent, taking deep breaths and leaning into Miki's grasp.

“I'm sure everything will be fine. It didn't seem like anyone was on the verge of starting a riot so long as the music kept playing.” I comment. “Not like anyone has the energy to go burning buildings on Christmas Eve.”

“You can't go serving people like that anyway. Being covered in punch is just going to make all those guys stare at you even more.”

Yuuko lets out an exasperated sigh. “I didn't even want to wear this. The higher-ups said I had to do something to 'appeal to the audience,' and suggested I buy this. It doesn't even make sense! People come to a restaurant for food! That's how a place like this should be judged!”

Her speech flies out of control once more, slinging insults at her boss, the people outside, and even society as a whole as she goes off yet again.

“Pretty soon they'll turn this into a western place altogether! How long will it be until I have to serve food while dancing on a stripper pole?! This isn't the kind of job I signed up for!”

After a short silence, she concludes “I have to quit my job. I'll go on strike! I don't know how many other people we have, but there should be enough to make an impact.”

“How can you go on strike if you quit your job?” I ask.

She opens her mouth to reply, but no words come out. Instead she goes into thought once more, answering “I can't afford school unless I sell my body.”

“Let's stop right there.” Miki interjects. “Yuuko, that dress looks expensive. Wouldn't it be a shame if you only got to wear it once because it got ruined in an accident?”

“Well, I had to spend a month's worth of savings to get it, and-”

“Alright, then. We need to get it under some cold water before it stains.” Miki replies.

Before Yuuko can object, Miki grabs the zipper on the back of Yuuko's dress and tugs it downwards, causing her uniform to fall to the ground without resistance. I catch a flash of lacy forest-green before I force myself to turn around, trying to retain a bit of decency.

“Ooh~! Where do you buy your underwear, Yuuko?” Miki asks, followed by the sound of another zipper and even more cloth falling piling up on the floor.

Yuuko lets out a surprised squeal, stuttering a million different objections. The sound of a sink tap mixes with her voice, no doubt as Miki runs the two dresses through the running water. I've never hand-washed clothing, but she seems awfully confident, so I'll have to side with her.

The stammering eventually comes to a halt as Yuuko answers with “a department store in the mall. I can't remember the name,” with a shaky voice.

“I know the place you're talking about. They've got such a nice little section for...”

The ensuing conversation flies miles over my head as they exchange tidbits of information that could be no more useful to a male than a back of rocks. I can pick out a few words that interest me as a member of the opposite sex, but that's about as far as my understanding goes.

“...she always gives bad measurements, and...”

“...I got used to hand-washing mine, the dryer in the apartment always breaks the straps, since...”

“I like tan. You can't see it through clothes, plus..

“Black is so trashy; you don't wear black unless you plan to show it off, like when...”

“...and boyshorts don't chafe, but Hisao doesn't like them, so...”

Wait, I just heard my name there.

“I don't like the underwire, the full cups are much better for me...”

“I hate it too, but I don't want them to go getting saggy too soon...”

When I was younger, I used to think that women spoke a different language when they were with other girls. All the giggling interspersed among their conversation doesn't help but reinforce that point, considering how foreign the subject is to me.

“He likes the big ones.” Miki comments with a laugh.

“Who does?” I ask aloud, feeling like now might be a good point to hop in the conversation.

“You do, dummy.” She replies.

This kind of talk is commonplace between me and her, but I can't help but get a little flustered thanks to the addition of Yuuko, moreso because librarians have some kind of a symbol of innocence in my mind.

“Oh.” I say, trying to shrug it off.

“Speaking of which, who knew you'd be so heavy under all that thick clothing!” Miki comments, followed by a yelp from the other girl in the room.

“W-what do you mean by that?! I'm very conscious about my weight! I've lost two kilograms in the past month!”

“And you're going to shrivel up if you lose any more. Or it'll start falling off your breasts.” Miki retorts. “That'd be nice, actually. I could wear the girl's uniform without feeling like I'm choking.”

“W-what?” Yuuko replies, confused by the comment.

“I'm saying these things are annoying! They get in the way while I'm sleeping and running, I can't even see my waist without bending over at weird angles, and let's not even talk about how expensive it is to get clothes that fit up there!”

“Gaylord over there loves them though, so I can have a little pride.” She adds with a short 'heh.'

Knowing Miki, I'll bet she just did something like thrust her chest forward, hands on hips with a triumphant grin. She complains so much about all the troubles of having large... assets, but anyone can tell that she loves it.

Yuuko, on the other hand, seems to harbor the opposing mentality.

“I don't like it when people stare.” She comments, no doubt fidgeting as she remembers my presence in the room.

“Yeah, I get where you're coming from. I prefer loose clothing because of the way it feels though, since I don't mind showing off every now and then.” Miki replies, probably shrugging as she relays the last piece of information.

The showing off mindset is no doubt something that's been instilled in Miki though, considering how heavily she has to dress to keep her more prominent features from showing through.

“Showing off? I couldn't do that. It's hard enough walking around in that christmas dress, I couldn't imagine wearing things like that on purpose.” Yuuko concedes.

“C'mon, every girl wants to be noticed every now and then. It'd be easy for you to catch a few eyes, considering all these wonderful things you've been hiding away~.”

The sound of shuffling feet follows the blunt statement, leading into an impressed giggle from Miki and an embarrassed squeal from Yuuko.

“M-Miki! Where are you grabbing?!”

“Where do you think? They're awfully hard to miss, you know.” Miki chimes.

“They're even that big! Stop it!”

“C-cut it out! I d-don't... swing that way.” Yuuko whines, sounding as though she were about to cry.

“Hey now, I don't either. Doesn't mean this is any less fun~.”

The mere tones of their voices and the accompanying sounds are enough to send my imagination sprinting on a trip through the world of lascivious teenaged thoughts.

“What are you two doing?!” I ask. It's a rhetorical question for the most part, though, since anyone with half a brain could deduce what kind of wonderful things could be going on behind me.

“It's skinship. This is how girls bond, dummy. Would you like to join in?” Miki answers, her statement interspersed with disagreeable cries from Yuuko.

“I'll have to refuse, considering the fact that I'm not a girl.” I reply.

“Suit yourself, more for me~.” Miki retorts, followed by another yelp from Yuuko.

Their continued back-and-forth only increases me desire to turn around and look, if only to sneak a peek. The desire piles up even more once Yuuko stops resisting and gives a small giggle, most likely due to Miki giving it a break.

“This is the best Christmas present ever.” Miki chimes, humming.

“W-why would you do that?” Yuuko asks, still shaken up.

“C'mon, you know it felt good.”

The sound of stuttering fills my ears once more as Yuuko tries to come up with an appropriate counter to the assertion. Rather than an answer though, only silence ensues, leading to a rather startling conclusion in my mind.

As soon as I'm sure the storm of inappropriate touching has passed, however, the sound of a familiar snap pierces my ears as another article of clothing hits the ground, followed by a cry from Yuuko.

“Ooooh~. They're so soft.”

At this point, I know she's just taunting me. My self control is a bit higher than the normal male, though, thanks to a month of having to sleep in the same bed as her.

“MIKI WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” Yuuko yells.

“I'll bet they're even bigger than mine. I can't keep tabs on you since you don't have to go to gym.”

“What do you mean keep tabs?” I ask.

“It's just a little hobby of mine.” She answers, sidestepping the actual question.

Just a little hobby of hers? Considering all that gossiping she loves to do, I wouldn't be surprised if she kept some kind of spreadsheet detailing the bust sizes of every girl in school. That's a level of perversion you'd expect from a male, at the very least.

“Are y-you going to stop anytime soon?” Yuuko asks, her voice drooping in a whine as all of her energy has been spent resisting. In all honesty, it sounds like she's enjoying the treatment, but her marital purity prevents her from admitting to it.

“Do you want me to stop?” Miki replies.

“Yes. Please stop.” Yuuko answers, having to stifle what sounds like a moan as Miki continues to work her hand around what may very well be the detained waitress' chest area.

The urge to peek rises higher and higher with each passing sound that graces my ears. The fact that my body seems to react so naturally to the sound of two girls doing things to each other doesn't help that notion.

“Alright, fine, hold still.” Miki instructs.

Another snap slides past my hearing, followed by a bit of shuffling of feet.

“What are you doing?” Yuuko asks, this time with a more calm tone. Either they're actually doing something reasonable now, or Yuuko has lost all energy to object in a more forceful manner. Either way, it's only increasing my urge to turn around see for myself what all the fuss is about.

“Comparing.”

As if on instinct, my head starts to turn little by little, millimeters at a time to keep from arousing suspicion.

“Comparing what?” Yuuko asks, appalled.

“Our busts, duh.” Miki answers as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“W-why don't you just check the tag on my bra?!” Yuuko counters.

“This is more fun.” Miki replies with an amused giggle.

Closer. Closer. Just a little farther.

Yuuko remains silent as Miki makes all sorts of commentary exclamations, ranging from “hold still, it's hard to measure like this” to “jeez, they're so round! I can't even tell who's bigger!”

The color red jumps out at me from the floor as I continue to turn around, my mind identifying it as a discarded bra. Another item of that type lays on the ground a few steps over, although it can be described as more of a forest green, like what Yuuko was wearing before I...

Oh god.

The two girls in the room stand face-to-face, their chests pressed together and clad in nothing more than their underwear. Miki sports a pair of red panties accompanied by thigh-highs of the same color, while the pallor of Yuuko's skin is now only obscured by green hip-huggers and a pair of black pantyhose.

Before I can truly appreciate the sight before me, however, both girls turn in my direction, sharing mixed reactions. Yuuko's entire face flushes with crimson and she begins yelling out every excuse she can think of. Miki, however, gives me a playful grin and laughs at my curiosity.

“Consider that your Christmas present, gaylord.”