The Case of the Missing Chip

An Akari Hoshinatsu Mystery

by Freya Gersemi

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Foreword

Thank you, AlexFourways, for the never-ending support, encouragement, and friendship.

Figjamkiss, thank you so much for everything that you do to make sure that my writing is as good as it can possibly be.

And ahorsewithnoname, thank you for getting my work onto the Internet and websites and all that stuff.

Chapter 1 - “Get a Room”

“Well,” Maureen said, clapping her hands together for emphasis, “That’s all of it.”

Akari, Maureen, and Greta stood looking at the small pile of boxes in the living room of the guest house that Greta’s father, Mr. B., had so graciously offered to Akari.

“Seven boxes,” Greta pointed out. “That’s everything?”

“Two of them are… somewhat large,” Akari said defensively.

Maureen put her hands on her hips and looked at the cardboard boxes. “We moved all of your worldly possessions in two cars. With plenty of room left over. If you had a bigger car or if Greta’s hadn’t had all that junk in the back seat, we might have been able to do it all in one car.”

“Well, you have even less,” Akari told Maureen.

“But I’m poor!”

“I’m poor!” Akari fired back.

Maureen raised her eyebrows. “Fifty grand in the bank isn’t poor.”

“I was poor two weeks ago.”

Maureen hugged her girlfriend. “But you’re rich in love, darling.”

“Yeah,” Akari mumbled, her face pressed against Maureen’s “barely-there” boobs.

“Moving in together is going to be the best thing you’ve ever done,” Maureen assured Akari, then bent down to kiss Akari’s forehead. Maureen’s fingers crept down to squeeze Akari’s butt.

“Jeez! Get a room!” Greta groaned.

“We have a room,” Maureen answered. “Five! Six?”

Greta counted on her fingers. “Living room. Kitchen. Dining room. Two bedrooms upstairs. Does the bathroom count?”

“Bathrooms don’t count,” Akari said.

Greta held up her hand, palm facing the two girls. “So, five.”

“Then we don’t have to ‘get a room.’ We have five rooms,” Maureen said. “And for free!”

“We have to pay something,” Akari stated.

“Do you know how offended and pissed off my dad would be?” Greta replied. “He wants you here. Both of you.”

Akari frowned. She knew why Mr. B. had offered the guest house to her. Or she thought that she knew. He had said that it was as thanks for Akari helping to get her daughter back, but Akari felt that it was more out of pity. His daughter’s best friend was getting kicked out of the crummy apartment that she had and had nowhere else to go.

Greta came over to Akari and Maureen and wrapped her arms around them both. “Besides, the house is really lonely with just him and me. I think he misses the… activity… that used to be there with my mom.”

“Yeah. She was something,” Akari said softly.

Greta nodded and hugged her two friends tighter. “She was crazy.”

“I wish I could have known her,” Maureen whispered.

“You would have gotten along great with her,” Greta stated. “She would have loved you. You’re so loud.”

“Confident,” Maureen corrected Greta.

“Always ready for an argument.”

“Prepared to defend my opinions.”

“Opinionated.”

“Not afraid to voice my feelings.”

“Kind of dangerous.”

“Oh! I like that one!” Maureen said. “Dangerous.” Maureen felt the syllables fall from her mouth in a delicious cascade.

“Always doing stupid stuff is how I would classify it,” Akari countered.

Maureen pushed Akari away. “I’m fun!”

“Unaware - or uncaring - of consequences isn’t always fun.”

“I’m fun and exciting.” Maureen crossed her arms defiantly.

“Well, you are definitely both of those things,” Akari conceded.

“And no one’s been killed or maimed,” Maureen pointed out.

Akari smirked. “Yet.”

“You’re the one that ran straight into the line of fire with the kidnapper.”

“Every now and then I do something like that. But you’re the one that’s always doing crazy stuff like that.”

“Remember,” Maureen said, “I’m ‘kind of dangerous.’ I have to keep up my dangerous reputation.”

“Camila’s coming over to make dinner. You guys have to join us,” Greta interrupted.

“I think she’s a little sweet on your dad,” Maureen opined.

“Gross! That’s my dad!”

“Old people have needs, too.”

“Okay, then. So… changing the subject. Do you guys need any help unpacking?” Greta asked.

“Seven boxes?” Maureen motioned with her hand to the small pile. “And three of them are just her collection of baggy ill-fitting jeans, baggy ill-fitting flannel shirts, and some socks and undies!”

“I have some other stuff,” Akari said with a pout.

“Thank you, but we don’t need any help,” Maureen told Greta.

“Then I’m going to the house to see if my dad needs anything,” Greta said, then added, “And maybe to chaperone.”

“See? You gotta watch those hot-blooded Latin women.”

“Racist,” Akari noted.

“Compliments aren’t racist,” Maureen replied with a shake of her head.

“Well, anyway,” Greta said, heading for the door, “I’ll be at the house. Come on over after you’ve unpacked a little.”

Akari nodded. “Six?”

“Yeah,” Greta agreed. “Six or a little earlier.”

“Okay. We’ll be there in a bit,” Akari said as Greta closed the door behind her. Akari turned and looked at the sadly small accumulation of her life so far that was piled on the floor. She looked up at Maureen. “So… Our own place.”

“Look,” Maureen reached out for Akari and held both of her hands. “I know you’re scared, but we need to do this. You need to do this.”

Akari just looked at Maureen and said nothing. She knew Maureen was right, but it was still a big step. Moving in with someone - someone that she’d only known for a few months - was a big step. But Maureen could be very persuasive. And in all honesty, Akari couldn’t find any reason for them not to live together.

Just her own lingering insecurities and her nagging fear of change. Her fear of commitment.

“Come on.” Maureen pulled Akari towards the bedroom. “We need to christen this place immediately.”

“I haven’t even unpacked anything. You’re crazy.”

“Crazy for you!” Maureen answered, dragging Akari up the stairs. “And dangerous! Besides, your couple boxes of men’s outdoor wear can wait. I, on the other hand, cannot.”

Within two minutes, Akari was naked, on her back, in the middle of the queen-sized bed. “Oh, wow!” Maureen almost slurred, slowly shaking her head. “You are soooo fucking sexy.”

Akari pulled her knees up and used her arms to cover her breasts, self-consciously trying to hide her body a little.

“Even sexier,” Maureen said. “Demure.”

“Come on! Really?”

“Everything you do is so sexy.” Maureen had already kicked her sneakers off, shucked her pants, and was pulling her T-shirt over her head. “Not like string bean me.”

“I think you’re sexy.”

Maureen struck a pose that looked a little bit like a scarecrow hanging off a pole in the middle of some field. “I have the sexy build of a newborn giraffe.”

“You’re pretty to me.”

“You’re the crazy one, Akari.”

“Crazy for you,” she replied with a wink. “Come here. You’re making me extra self-conscious by just standing there staring at me.”

“Mmm,” Maureen hummed as she crawled onto the bed next to Akari. “Oh, my goodness! This bed is comfy!”

“Only the best from Mr. B.”

“I kind of wish Greta had been kidnapped sooner!” Maureen sat up and looked down at her lover. “You really are sexy under all those terrible clothes.”

“They’re comfortable.”

“Yeah. And in a strange way, that whole image really suits you. You present yourself one way to the world - the way that you want to present yourself - on your terms - but to those that really know you, you’re something else entirely.”

Akari shrugged and Maureen watched her boobs jiggle slightly with the motion.

“You’re an enigma. A beautiful, sexy, adorable enigma.”

Akari smiled up at Maureen. She wasn’t sure why she had been hesitant about living together. They had been practically living together already. It just hadn’t had the “official” title. But looking at Maureen looking down at her, Akari felt that this was right. Maureen was a very special addition to her life.

Maureen’s eyes scanned Akari’s body. From her satin black hair, dark eyes, and small pouty lips down to her round breasts - not large, but much bigger than Maureen’s own - her gaze continued across the smooth powder-white belly to the tiny triangle of black hair between her thighs. Thighs, while not large by any standard, were almost double the size of Maureen’s scrawny legs.

Reaching the fingers of her right hand out, Maureen traced the outer contour of Akari’s thigh. Her long fingers daintily followed the curvature of Akari’s hip and then lightly swirled around her tiny oval belly button. Akari quietly gasped and Maureen was delighted to see goose bumps left in her fingers’ wake.

“Mmmm,” Akari moaned, closing her eyes. She felt Maureen carefully caress the tender underside of her right breast, her nipple puckering almost painfully in response. Maureen must have noticed, because Akari felt the bed shift slightly and then the familiar feeling of Maureen’s lips as they kissed the tip of her nipple followed by a hot tongue dragging itself across her aching flesh.

Akari shivered and reached out to touch one of Maureen’s legs. Her fingers could feel the slight stubble of leg hair on Maureen’s calf. Maureen’s lighter coloring and Akari’s almost complete lack of body hair meant that neither girl needed to shave much. Besides, they were comfortable enough with each other that minor details like perfectly hairless legs were really inconsequential.

Actually, Akari kind of liked it. It was cute and it felt nice under her hand.

As Maureen continued to suck on Akari’s nipple, Akari could hear the sound of Maureen masturbating. “What about me?” Akari asked. With her eyes still closed, she spread her legs invitingly and was instantly rewarded with a pair of Maureen’s fingers exploring her damp pussy. “Mmmm.”

Her hand forgotten on her lover’s lower leg, Akari let herself drift away under the feeling of Maureen’s expert nipple and clitoral stimulation. The rhythmic squelching of Maureen’s fingers kneading and manipulating both girls’ pussies created a sedating lullaby for Akari, while the electric pinch of Maureen’s lips and teeth on her nipple kept her from drifting too far off.

Languidly, Akari’s orgasm began to approach. Drifting towards her on gentle waves of pleasure. Faint swirls of pastel pink, orange, and yellow began to stain the ethereal blackness of her mind.