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Day Three: Options
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`Akane, I noticed that you weren't at home when I stopped by to get
clothing this morning,' I greet the taller girl, stepping into her personal
space.
She wraps a possessive arm around my shoulders, `Nope, spent the night
at your mother's.'
`Really? What dod you do there?'
`We talked, she showed me a few things,' and she pinches my butt to
indicate what kind of things, `Did you have fun with Utchan?'
`Yeah, she took me dancing, and I learned a few things,' I kiss the
underside of her jaw, bending my knees to lower me far enough that I can manage
it.
`Mmm, did you ask her if she'd like to continue this?'
`No, but she's right over there,' I say when I finally break the kiss
several moments later.
I trail after her, stroke Utchan's neck softly before resting my hand
on her shoulder.
`Utchan,' she begins, looks around, then drops to one knee and
continues in a softer voice, `We're kinda wondering if you'd mind continuing
recent relations indefinately.'
I blink, running that through the parser several times before I decide
that she'd said what we want said, even if it was a little weird.
`If you're sayin what I think you're sayin, then of course I want to.'
`Good,' and Akane wraps her fingers around Utchan's neck, leans in, and
kisses her hard, in full view of the entire class. The couple of wolf whistles
are from the guys who refuse to believe that Utchan's a girl. Everyone else
has better sense than to say anything, but a few turn away out of either envy
or disgust. Glancing around the room most of the turned heads are envy.
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`Hey, Ranma-kun,' Yuka says, stepping up to my desk.
`Hmm?' I ask her, looking up with what I'm sure is a softly sated
smile.
`Akane mentioned that you might be,' she glances at my desktop,
blushing slightly, `interested,' and the word is stressed slightly, `in the
discussion we had yesterday.'
`I might be. Are you sure you want to share it with me?'
`Abosolutely,' and the word is a single sultry sound. I almost cringe,
but manage to stop myself.
`OK, when?'
`How about right after class?' I glance up at the clock, which shows
another thirty seconds 'til class is scheduled to start.
`Sure.'
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`Hey, do you mind if Sayuri joins in on our discussion?'
I glance at the cute young girl, `No, I don't guess so,' I wave for
Yuka to lead the way.
She ushers us into a storage room, which, I note, locks from the
inside. Sayuri slides a bolt-lock closed, which will keep the staff out, but
none of the martial artists, if they decide they want to be in here.
`So,' I say, turning to look at Yuka.
Before I've turned halfway, she has her hands wrapped around me from
behind, pulling up the bottom of my shirt. Sayuri's hands wrap around the both
of us, her face rubbing softly against my bosom through my shirt. I glance
down and the thought that flashes through my mind startles me, *I'm glad her
makeup isn't heavier, it'd be a pain to clean up in time for class.*
I gulp, then pull Sayuri up so I can kiss her forehead. I kiss my way
softly down her face, nibble her collarbone lightly through her uniform, then
begin dropping, pulling Yuka down with me, settling down into seiza in front of
Sayuri. She gasps softly as I trail gentle bites down her front.
Yuka's hand slide up over my breasts, stroking my nipples with
insistent fingers, pinching them ever so gently. I ignore her as I nibble at
Sayuri's thigh, listening to her speeding breath as I pull her skirt slowly up,
leaving small damp marks on the fabric from my mouth. She gasps again when I
finally get it out of the way and bite her soft skin. Her hands cup my
shoulders, supporting her, and I trail my tongue up her thigh, slipping it
up under her briefs, feeling the slight resistance of her pubic hair against
it.
I decide, and pull back a little bit, catching her briefs by the leg
openings before pulling them down past her knees. She wiggles, probably
kicking them off, but I slip my nose through her pubic hair, eyes closed as her
hands bite into my shoulders. I find her labia by touch, and stroke them
softly with my tongue.
She jerks, pulling away, and I bring my hands back into play, catching
her hips, pulling her skirt out of the way again. Her position now secured I
lean back into her, noting that Yuka's hand has slipped into my boxers, and her
fingers are stroking my clitoris with some semblance of skill. Sayuri jerks
again when I find her clitoris with tongue and teeth, a sharp gasp of,
`please,' telling me to continue.
I stroke it softly, slowly, bringing her gentlely(sp?) towards release,
her hands twisting on my shoulders. After a moment she goes rigid, her hips
pressed forward towards me, and I back off, sucking softly at her outer labia,
and she gives a very disappointed moan. After a short while she's relaxed
again, and I go back to her clitoris, pressing it against my teeth with firm
strokes of my tongue, and she gasps, moaning softly and steadily, then orgasms
with a suddeness that surprises me, gasping a name, `Yuka!'
I support her as she collapses, pulling myself upright, then settling
her into Yuka's lap.
`I should get back to class,' I whisper softly to Yuka, who nods, `You
should slide the bar again after I leave,'
`OK,' she says, a happily stunned look on her face. I check my
clothing, wish momentarily for a mirror, then slip the bar, unlock the door for
a moment, and slip out, locking it behind me.
I rinse my face at a water fountain on the way back to class, and
wonder how long it's been. Somehow I make it back to the room before the bell
declares me late, and I manage to get through the rest of the day.
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After school I make arrangements with Ranma to see him and Utchan that
evening, then set out to try and figure out what I'm doing, why I haven't
called this off. It isn't making either of us happy, really, well, maybe just
a little,
Grr, anyway, I wish I knew why Ranma came back with that look on her
face from being with Sayuri and Yuka. It isn't like they're not cute, or mean,
or anything, but she just looked kind of sad, and gave me the oddest smile.
Utchan got a kiss, which really . . .
`Ahh!' I sigh, loudly, trying to discard my upset. It doesn't work,
my eyes are still stinging, and I just don't know what to do.
A discarded soda can provides a momentary diversion, and I kick it,
chasing it down the street as it bounces and clatters, eventually slowing
enough that I can kick it again.
It doesn't take long for the familiar walls of the area around
Fuurinkan to drop away, but I keep chasing the by now almost ball-shaped can.
`Tasukette!' someone, someone female, yells. I kick my can in that
direction, then step on it when I see what is going on. Five large boys, or
maybe they're adults, are surrounding a girl in a St. Hebereke uniform. Three
of them are holding the girl, one is keeping watch in my direction, and the
fifth seems to be undoing his belt.
The can takes the watchman in the forehead, and he drops, limp.
Belt takes a firm kick to his back, a blow hard enough that it probably
pulps his kidney, but he should have thought of that before he started trying
to rape schoolgirls.
Left takes a full-force spin-kick to his ribs, which sound remarkably
like a bundle of twigs snapping.
Right Leg lets go of the girl and turns to flee, and Right Arm drops to
the ground, his right femur having made a soft crunching noise.
Right Leg somehow senses me coming, and gets his arms up in time for me
to shatter both of them, as well as press his sternum most of the way to his
spine. He drops, breathing shallowly.
`Are you OK?' I ask, turning back to the girl.
`Yes, because of you,' she answers, and I recognize her.
`Kodachi?' I say, incredulous, then step up to her, `Would you like me
to walk you back to your house?'
She looks up, finally, and blinks, `I would like that, Tendou Akane,'
slight pause, then, watching me carefully, `Chan.'
I think I blush.
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`Ranma-kun?'
`What is it, Kasumi?'
`I was wanting to talk to you about our discussion on Sunday.'
`Sure,' I step into her personal space, and she wraps her hand across
my cheek, confirming my guess as to her intentions. Unlike this morning a warm
flush of desire flashes down my spine, and I moan softly, leaning into the
caressing hand.
`You don't regret our discusion, do you?' she asks softly, her other
hand sliding down my neck, rubbing the ever-tense muscles of my back.
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I check the downed men quickly; they're all still breathing.
`Let's go?' I ask, presenting my arm to Kodachi.
She takes it, leaning lightly against my shoulder as we start down the
street again.
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Kasumi pulls me down with her, the futon firm against my side. I
stroke her face, wanting desperately for her to kiss me.
She does, her lips soft against mine. Her teeth hard and sharp as she
bites my lips, pulling firmly. She shakes her head back and forth a little as
she grips the padding on my jaw, pulling the skin, oh so close to breaking it.
I moan, trying to press myself tighter against her. She shifts her grip,
fastening her teeth on the soft flesh next to my windpipe, pulling occasionally
as I hold her head firmly in place. After a few moments her hand cups my mons,
and I realize that she's opened my shirt, as well as stripped off my pants and
boxers.
Her fingers slip across my clitoris, and I orgasm with a soft gasp,
warm aftershocks flowing through me as she shakes her head again.
A moment later I'm surprised, for she somehow managed to get the point
of my shoulder between her teeth, and for a long moment there is nothing in the
universe outside of the sharp points gnawing on my shoulder, the occasional
soft sucking noises as she shifts flashing through me. After an indefinate
period I realize that brought me back to that unexpected place, with just the
sharp touch of her teeth and the warm press of her body on top of mine.
She lets go of my shoulder, pressing me down flat, and catches my
eyebrow between her lips. A slick warm firmness slides down and touches my
eyelid, pressing me over the edge into orgasm again.
I am such a . . .
No, I won't.
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`Hello? Yeah, I need to report five men passed out in the street. No,
I don't know how they got there, but they seem pretty badly hurt. Yeah,' I
give the address they're in front of, `Yeah, I guess they didn't realize that
one shouldn't go around attacking schoolgirls. It was no trouble at all. Bai
bai.'
`That's it?'
`Yep. Maybe they'll learn better.'
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She cuddles me close, my face pressed to her neck, and strokes my hair
with soft fingers. Her weight presses me against the futon, and I clutch her
tightly against me, never wanting to let her go completely. What makes Kasumi
different than . . .
If I do this I won't be the same again.
Can I avoid it?
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`Could I get you some tea or something?' Kodachi asks, at the gate into
her house.
`Uun, there's no need to trouble yourself about me,' I try to demure.
`It's no trouble at all, please,' something in her eyes . . .
`OK, if it isn't too much trouble.'
`Not at all.'
I sip my tea, wondering why I'm trusting this girl so far, after all
our history. Can a single rescue wipe away all that animosity, or is it
something else.
`Akane-chan, I am wondering about something,' she shifts her position,
setting her teacup on the kotatsu in front of us.
`What?' I shift to look at her a little closer.
`Do,' she breaks off, looks down, looks up at me, blushes, then looks
down again.
I place my hand on her shoulder, stroke the firm muscles with soft
touches, `Do I?'
`Do you,' she breaks off again, gulps, then her expression hardens a
little, and she moves.
The touch of her lips to mine is startling, and I respond before I can
think about it, pressing into the kiss. Almost before I know it she has me
flat against the floor, her weight just enough to feel nice against me, but not
so great as to leave me feeling trapped.
After a long moment she breaks the kiss, and pulls back a little,
looking as stunned as I feel. After a moment her face hardens again, and she
says, `If you want me to stop, tell me.'
`As in, I tell you I don't want something to happen, or I tell you
"stop?"'
`Which would you prefer?' the sudden gleam in Kodachi's eyes sends a
remarkably pleasant shiver down my spine.
`Nothing other than "stop" means no,' I fight down the surging fear to
get the words out, but they feel so . . .
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Grr. I don't think I'm going to win this contest. I don't think I
_want_ to. I shake my head at the thought, I'm Saotome Ranma, who never backs
down from a challenge, and never looses. Or at least not for long. I don't
like what winning will do to me, though, and that scares me more than a little
bit. That scares me a lot, actually. I rub my face against Kasumi's neck,
trying to drive the dark thoughts off with the warm comfort of her presence.
It doesn't work until she starts to kiss me, soft gentle kisses that
make the new bruises burn as desire flares anew.
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`Well, then, where is that hiding,' she murmors, digging into a box.
After a moment she comes back with a coil of fairly thick white rope.
`Back, onto the bed,' she tells me, pressing me backwards. Straddling
my hips she rubs the coil lightly against my face, and I gasp softly, first at
the warmth of her presence, then at how unbelievably soft the rope is. She
uncoils the end, tying it to the headboard of the western style bed, then to
one of my wrists.
I pull and tug at it, then nod when Kodachi looks a question at me.
She uncoils more of the rope, then ties it to my other wrist, measuring out a
good length before tying it to the headboard again. She drops the coil,
looking down at me.
I tug firmly with both hands, the knots firm, but not so tight that
they bite into my flesh when I relax. I smile up at her, and she kisses me
again. For a moment I fear I'm going to melt, my puddled remains soaking into
her mattress.
She gets up, leaving a horrible feeling of loss. I look for her,
finding her digging in her box again. After a bit she straightens, returning
with another coil of rope.
`The other one was too short,' she says, tying one ankle. She ties the
rope footboard, then stretches it over to the other side of the bed and ties it
again, leaving the end free.
After an instant I realize why as she starts to unbutton my blouse, the
small buttons opening faster than I would have thought possible. Finished with
that she presses it aside, pulling it free of my skirt, the material gathered
at my shoulders. Reaching underneath my back, her face pillowed on my breasts,
she unhooks my bra, pulling the straps out from under me, then pressing the
garment up to drape across my neck, softly shaking with he force of my
breathing. I really never thought it would feel like this.
Her fingers make short work of my skirt, unfastening the garment before
pulling it down my legs, leaving it tangled about the rope just off my ankle.
My panties follow, my hips rising to let them pass, my legs kept close enough
together that she can get them down without damage, and only then does she tie
my other ankle.
`Comfy?' she asks, soft fingers running faint calluses down my side.
I test the bonds again, `Yes,' I manage, my breathing still uneven.
`Wow,' she sighs, sliding her fingers across my hip, `you really do
want this,' she slides her fingers ever so softly across my petals, `don't
you.'
`Yes,' I manage somehow.
`You remember the safeword, right?'
It takes me a moment to place the term, then I nod.
`Good,' and her face changes, hardening into a terrifying mask of rage.
I gulp, hard, and fight the urge to tell her to stop. She pauses, and
her face softens with a smile, `Shh,' she touches my forehead.
I let the fear drop, hoping for the best.
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Kasumi rubs her hand softly across my shoulder, the soft silk warming
quickly between our skins.
`Are you OK?'
`I don't know,' I look down, scared by the admission, `I don't know if
I want to win this, and that scares me,' I wouldn't answer this for anyone
else, no matter what. Kasumi I feel I can trust, even if she's turned on me a
couple times . . .
`Why don't you want to win?' she asks, settling back against the
counter, her hands clasping together around my waist.
I settle myself more firmly into her arms, relaxing slightly at as she
strokes my tail, `I don't like the person I'm seeing in the mirror recently,' I
shake my head, `I don't like the knowledge that I've been seducing people who
otherwise never would have slept with me for this contest.'
`And this is bad?'
Her tone makes me look up at her, and she's smiling down at me somewhat
crookedly.
`Not you. This morning Yuka and Sayuri dragged me off to a storage
room. That woulda been OK, but it was pretty obvious that I was just there as
an excuse for the two of them to be together. I don't think I'd mind being an
excuse if that was the idea from the start, but . . . ' I shake my head, and
she pulls me up, kissing me softly.
`It's OK. Maybe they didn't know, either.'
`How could they not? I always know who's attractive and who I'd
actually like to spend time with.'
`Really? Does anyone else?'
`They should.'
`How? Other than fighting with Ryouga-kun I have no idea what you even
like to do, let alone who you find attractive. I only found out that you
find me attractive when you told me so.'
I lean back a little, `really?' I ask in a fairly small voice.
`Really.'
`Then how do the others know?'
`They probably don't. They just guess that you should, so.'
`Oh,' I manage, then press my face back against Kasumi's belly.
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`No,' I yell, trying to pull one hand free as I twist, shoving my
breast more firmly into Kodachi's mouth, `Let Go!' my breath short as she bites
my nipple, making a warm flush of arousal flash over my belly. I didn't think
I liked pain.
She shifts, biting her way down my other side, and I arch my spine to
press into the assult, squirming and yelling complaints the whole time. I
worry for an instant that I'm a real pervert for getting off on this, then the
thought falls out of my head.
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I attack the vegitables with far more vigor than I really need, the
sharp knife combined with my own skill allowing me to each one into even rings
as they jump and dance against the board. I step back, then with a single
sweep of my hand lob the entire batch into the wok Kasumi is frying with.
`Celery is next, Ranma-chan,' she prompts softly.
The celery is much less inclined to jump around, so I finish it even
faster, although a slice escapes to bounce off the stove top when I lob them at
the pan.
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Firm, callused fingers press against me, and I spread my thighs a
little more, inviting her to continue even as I moan soft denials. She smiles,
pressing four bunched fingers between my petals, penetrating me slightly. I
gasp involuntarily, my hips jerking upward towards her hand even as I scream,
`No,' my voice remarkably weak.
`You do know you can say stop, right?' she asks, pulling her fingers
back a little bit.
`Right,' I gasp.
She rewards me by pressing her fingers back into me, stopping this time
when the brawn of her thumb rubs softly against my clit. I moan a low, `Iya,'
my hips jerking spasticly.
Her hand pulls back, and I can't stop the dismay in my next moan, but
the sight of her thumb folding in with the rest of her fingers allays it.
`Yada, sonna,' I protest as her hand disappears inside of me, my back
arched to give her better access. She smiles, shifting her hand slowly inside
of me as she leans forward.
I try to bend, try to capture her lips with my own, but the ropes catch
me. I strain towards her, and she grabs one nipple with her teeth. She grinds
it softly between her canines, where it feels like she's pressed it flat, and
is trying to puncture it.
I vocalize something loud and protesting, carefully avoiding the word
stop as I strain towards her slowly-moving hand, twisting to press my breast
against her face.
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I worry a little where Akane is as we serve dinner, but I fight it
down. Afterwards, I make excuses to Kasumi and head toward Utchan's.
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Finally, with a last protesting noise, I come, the force of it shaking
me hard enough that I feared for a moment or three that I would pass out.
Kodachi's free hand strokes softly across my belly, calming motions that help
bring me slowly down from the frightening heights she took me to.
`Shh, you'll be OK, shh,' she murmors softly, her face resting lightly
against my side as she speaks.
`That was,' words fail me, but, as I find when I try to cuddle her
closer to me, I am still bound, so I try them again, `That was wonderful,
awesome, lovely . . .'
`It's OK, I know,' her voice . . .
I cut her off, `Know what?'
`That you don't want to do that again,' she says sadly.
`Don't want to do that again?' I blink up at her in astonishment,
`Right now it'd probably kill me, but you're wrong.'
`Why?'
Why indeed? `Because that was just,' I shake my head, `Because.'
`Then you won't try and kill me when I let you go?'
I blink, `Of course not.'
With slight rocking motions she withdraws her hand, a strange
feeling of loss accompanying the sight of it slipping between my petals.
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`Utchan? You seen Akane today?'
`Not since we left school, no,' she replies, looking a little worried
herself.
`Oh,' I look at the floor, wondering what this strange unease is.
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`Mmm,' the happy noise escaping my throat is a bit of a shock, but I
fight that down. I stroke my face against her cheek, keeping her lightly
pinned, feeling her shiver every time I move.
I place a hand on her hip, and she moans in protest.
`Scared?'
`Um, no, not,' she manages in a weak voice.
I pull back a little, surprised. I carress her firmly, and she
shudders, `I won't hurt you, OK?. Can you trust me?'
`I'll try,' she takes a deep breath, then slowly, slowly, relaxes under
my hand. With slow, careful movements I start undoing the buttons on her
blouse, leaving it tucked in.
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`Need any help?' I ask from where I'm lounging against the wall looking
pretty.
`Nah, although if you could bus the tables it'd be nice.'
`OK.'
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I rub my nose against her mostly naked form, tracing the line of her
bra. She shivers softly, her breath fast and shallow, but her hands are still
tracing firm lines on my back, so I let myself continue.
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`Bring in the Noren, please,' Utchan asks, and I slip outside and look
at the thing carefully, finally figuring out how to get it down as Utchan comes
to the door to check on me.
I bring the dark blue fabric inside, `Where do you want this?'
`Over there,' she points with a spatula, and I slip it into the box I
find there. [If anyone knows anything more about proper care and feeding of
Noren, I'd like to hear it --S][Noren, for those who know less than I do, are
the shop-curtains one hangs out. I know one brings them in when one shuts down
for the day, but I don't have any clue about how they are hung up or stored,
so, --S]
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Kodachi moans, her breath soft and deep, as I tug lightly at her
nipple, her petals soft and damp against my thigh. Her hands, however, are
hard and demanding, the callus rough against my neck as she holds me in place.
`So nice,' she manages, her words breathy and indistinct.
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I press harder to Utchan, the tough callus on the heel of my hand
sliding against her teeth with a pleasant wrinklely feeling.
`Is this a hint?' I ask, in my most hopeful voice.
`Mm?' she asks, politely continuing to nibble at my hand, sending
pleasant spikes of pain flashing down my body.
`That you like me?'
`Yes,' she lets me go to answer, so I moan protest, `You are yummy,'
she goes back to gnawing at my hand, beginning to slip slowly up my arm.
-
`Nice,' hisses between her teeth as her hips grind against my thigh in
perfect counterpoint to my own thrusting. She's so lovely right now, her face
softened by sweat, a fierce but somehow vulnerable look on it, her nails biting
into my back, and one leg all but wrapped across my waist.
Her other thigh is rubbing lightly against my petals, and it is quickly
going to bring me off again, so I shift to nibble lightly at the larger girl's
collarbone. It feels so different with Ranma, who's so _tiny_.
She stiffens, a shocked look on her face, and the small, sideways, look
I get at it is enough to bring me over, and I bury my face against her chest as
the aftershocks flutter back and forth.
-
`Hey, aren't we going to get your clothes off first?' I ask her softly
as she places gentle kisses against my bare chest.
`Later,' kiss, nibble, tug, `I want you first, no distractions.'
She gasps prettily when I rub her unbound bosom through her shirt, `I
don't think that'll work,' I say as protest.
-
`Are you sure this is OK with you?' I ask her, softly stroking her warm
petals with one finger.
`Yes, I want to feel you inside of me,' I feel heat flush my cheeks at
her brazen words. I know, it's silly, but to actually hear someone _say_
something like that without any outside presure . . .
-
`Did you mind the distractions?' I trap her hand against my belly,
enjoying the comparison between her long elegant digits and my own short,
almost pudgy, ones.
`No, I guess not,' and her fingers slip in small, mesmerizing circles.
Her fingers really are prettier than mine, if only a little.
-*
ja ne,
Suika
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