Chapter 11: The Glass Pestle

The glass pestle had been at the back of the third shelf for a hundred years.

Mai found it that afternoon, wrapped in oilcloth, and unwrapped it on the workbench with a sound she did not mean to make.

It was a pharmacist's tool, as long as her hand and a little more, thick as two fingers, perfectly smooth, rounded at both ends.

The glass was clear green and heavy.

She held it up to the light and turned it slowly.

Then she scrubbed it three times in hot water and dried it.

Before dinner she set it in a bowl of warm oil in the Saint's House.

When Hinata came back from the evening prayer, the bowl was steaming on the table beside the big armchair by the window.

"What's that?" Hinata asked.

"A pestle."

"For grinding."

"Sometimes." Mai took her hand. "Sit down, Hinata."

Hinata sat in the armchair, still in her white and gold.

She looked at the green glass in the bowl, and then at Mai's face, and her ears went pink.

"Oh," she said.

"Do you want to?"

"Yes. Yes, I want to. I just..." She laughed, breathless. "You're very calm."

"I'm terrified."

"You don't look it."

"That's the training."

Mai knelt in front of the chair and took Hinata's robe off, layer by layer.

She took the gold sash, the white coat and the thin under-slip.

Hinata sat naked in the lamplight with her hair spilled over her breasts.

Mai lifted one of Hinata's legs and draped it over the arm of the chair.

Then the other.

Hinata sat open and flushed, with her heels hooked over the padded arms, and she held onto the cushions.

"You look like a painting," Mai said.

"A very rude painting."

"The best kind."

She kissed Hinata's knee, and the soft inside of her thigh, and the crease where it met her body, working slowly upward.

By the time her mouth reached the clit Hinata was already wet and shaking.

"Good," Mai whispered, and licked her, once, long and warm.

Hinata's head fell back.

"Mai."

"Mm."

"I want the pestle."

"Not yet."

She took her time.

She licked and sucked and teased until Hinata's thighs trembled on the arms of the chair.

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