I could feel Ranma tensing up, squirming... And those sounds he made, so
lovely.  I continued with my efforts, driving Ranma on and on until I
felt him stiffen, his body taut, his breath caught in his throat, but I
didn't slow down I wanted to push him on still, until his cry of
pleasure pierced the room.  Only then did I let go, dropped my hands off
his hips, and I slumped down into the bed. Ranma was relaxing on top of
me, now I could hear his panting as he tried to regain his breath.

That did not last. He stiffened again and then jumped right out of the
bed with a yelp of fright, going to the farthest wall.  I blinked at the
sight of the blanched Ranma-chan cowering in the corner, his hands
covering breasts and face as if he was trying to hide from sight before
I realized that the strange thing was that I -could- see him, that there
was light to see him with.  The room should have been dark.  I flicked
some hair that was sticking to my brow, and rolled over to look towards
the open door, and sure enough I saw Akane standing, gaping at the sight
of me and Ranma, which I was pretty sure was impressive, both of us
naked, and sweaty from some rather intense sex... And Ranma a girl to
top it all off.

All Akane managed to say was a stumbling "Ka..Ka.. Kasumi?" before she
fled the room, stricken.

*Oops* was all that went through -my- mind for a while. "Oh my.." I said
absently, watching the opened and now vacant door.

--------

Not the most auspicious of beginnings. But then, it wasn't really the
beginning. It was more of a culmination... a climax, if I can be excused
the pun.

I know I'll have to face the family, or at least Akane, before long, and
that I had some explaining to do. I needed very badly to organize my
thoughts.

---------

No need to adjust your set, gentle folks, because there's

                           _Nothing_Wrong_with_this_Picture_
                            by Kanomi <kanomi@hisnhers.com>

I acknowledge that the characters used herein are properties of their
creator, Rumiko Takahashi, as well as those she has rented, sold, or
other business deals she made involving those characters.  Also, please
note that I have no money. So don't sue me :)  This is not meant to
represent the characters in the established canons. In fact, I only
wrote this for the shock value of the intro scene. Maybe it's a bit late
for this, but also be aware that this is a work of lemon fan-fiction,
although not much of one) and as such, contains scenes with adult
content.  This is my first fanfic, all feedbacks (yes, even flames) are
welcome at the above e-mail address.

---------
It all began when (almost one year earlier):
---------

I watched as Ranma stormed in. "I don't understand her!" he all but
screamed. "I don't understand her at all!"

Keeping my cool, I smiled wistfully towards Ranma before taking on a
more empathic expression and coming over to the seething Saotome.

"She's really a sweet girl, you know." I stated softly, with no more
preamble, knowing full well who he was talking about.

"She's about as sweet as a brick in the face. Which is exactly what she
did to me!" he exclaimed.

I felt sympathy for him, and I leaned a bit closer to the young man.
"What happened with Akane, Ranma-kun?"

"I just don't understand her, Kasumi... I was trying to compliment her
and then she hit me.  In the face. Many times. With a brick. I think she
simply tore it off a wall."

I felt my smile twitch oh so barely as control lessened, but then I
asked softly "What did you say exactly, Ranma-kun?"

"Oh well, I just told her she looked less like an enraged buffalo in
that cute dress she had on today."

I felt that twitch again, "And then...?"

Ranma, who usually has just about as much sensitivity as a blunt rock,
seemed to notice this change in my expression and only now was coming to
realize just what it was he had said. I smiled sympathetically as he
added "And then I said that of course it'd look even better on me..." He
looked at me "Well it's true!" he just had to add.

I felt my smile almost completely disappear. Well, almost.

"Ranma-kun..." was all I could hesitantly say before Ranma cut me off.

"I put my foot in it again, didn't I?"

I was taken aback slightly by his uncharacteristic admission of guilt,
"Yes, you did."

"Hum." went Ranma, uncertainly then added, "I better go apologize to
Akane." as he stood up.  Before he left he turned to me "Thanks,
Kasumi!"

"I didn't do anything, Ranma-kun."

"Oh yes you did. You made me think." was his response, then he flashed
me one of his boyish grins that made those girls pursue him the way they
all had, "And I know that's no small feat."  He really is handsome. A
bit young, certainly not all that mature. But more than a little
handsome, yes.

As he left the common room, I felt maybe he was marching to his doom.
But then, when didn't he?  Brave Ranma-kun.

I didn't know it at the time, but this was to be our first of many
little chats over his difficulties.

--------
It was but a few months later:
--------

It was a despondent Ranma who walked into the kitchen, picking up
something and quite unenthusiastically studied it in the most thorough
manner, without really seeing it. He placed it back where he'd found it
and if I were Nabiki, I would be ready to bet it had been without even
realizing that he had no idea that it was a spoon.  Yes, I do mean that
he didn't even notice he didn't know what it was, maybe even didn't
really know he'd picked it up in the first place.  That's how out of it
he looked.

I turned to the soup for a moment, tasting it and then reducing the
heat, it would be ready shortly, so that I could turn my attention back
to him. He had none of his usual energy and anger the way he always was
after a fight with Akane.  He looked utterly miserable, and my heart
flew to him.

"What's wrong, Ranma-kun?"

"I.. I.. I don't know, Kasumi-chan." he answered weakly.

I couldn't help but blink. This was certainly not the Ranma I knew.

He seemed to notice my confusion and took a deep breath.  "I had another
fight with Akane." he said, dejectedly. "But.. I really tried. I mean, I
didn't say anything wrong this time. I don't think so. But she just
jumped at one comment I had made about the food being nice at that
restaurant, and started yelling at me about how her cooking was really
improving and I was a jerk and all that.. I had -not- mentioned her
cooking!" he let out the last louder, throwing his hands up.

"And then?"

"Then, I kept my mouth shut. It's true her cooking has been improving,
but I was afraid I'd say something wrong, so I just said how I didn't
mean it that way.  And she took that as an admission that I was really
trying to insult her cooking again and threw me out. Through the
skylight."

"You really didn't say anything?" I asked again, in my most gentle
manner.  And a very gentle manner it is, if you know me.  It wouldn't do
to let him think I was taking any sides, now, would it?

"I think I compared the restaurant's food to your cooking, but saying
yours was better." he says, eliciting a short lived smile from me, brave
Ranma-kun. "But then Akane started screaming.. And I -really- tried to
think good before I answered, not to say anything wrong. But I think she
took it to mean I was guilty."

Ranma slumped into a chair and let out a deep, heartfelt sigh. "It's not
working, Kasumi-chan." he said at last, still starting at the center of
the table without really looking at it.

So I went and sat down next to him, and put my hand on his shoulder to
try and reassure him.  Ranma put his hand on mine, which surprised me,
and sighed again then said "I've really been trying, Kasumi-chan.. I've
been trying really hard. I wanted it to work. And you've been helping a
whole lot." he added, smiling sadly up at her, before continuing "All
our talks like this have helped me a whole lot, I know it. But still..
she gets mad at me. I think she expects me to insult her and when I
don't, she thinks I'm being subtle or something."

I actually laughed at this, though not for long, and then, with a
sheepish grin, I explained "You and Akane are the furthest thing from
subtle people I've ever known."

Over the last few months, taking time out to actually talk with him, I
think we've become friends. I'd helped him a lot, was what he said, by
helping him to see that expressing his feelings was not a bad thing,
even for a guy.

He smiled weakly at my comment, and then he spoke, so quietly, it was
almost a whisper, "I want to try. I know she tries too. But... It's like
something is always happening. We've known each other for a while now..
And she still doesn't trust me. And I still don't trust her, when it
counts."

He sighed and slumped a bit more in his chair, while I patted his hand.
"It'll get better, you'll see." I  said, for the umpteenth time.

--------
It goes bad
--------

I remember that over the next few months Ranma and Akane started growing
colder with each other. It wasn't pretty.  The fights were growing
nastier, and the making up was taking longer to occur.. if it really
happened at all.  It was very frustrating. Nothing I did or suggested to
either of them helped in any ways. My occasional, and growing sparser,
comments that "Everything will be alright" started sounding really
hollow.  Along with everyone, I went through a period of gloom that was
but a pale shadow of what Ranma and Akane must have been going through.
They say that to love and to lose is better than to not have loved at
all. I wonder if it applies to people who almost, but not quite, loved.
They were hurting, and I was not really able to sooth any of it.

I know neither of them were happy to see it end this way. They had both
glanced at one another's nicer sides and had wanted in.  Even I could
see, it would probably never be.

Moving out had lead to a lot of changes. It was like losing family.  It
hurt for a while, but now he was beginning to be happier, though.
Changing schools was helping him, giving him new things to think about.
For some reason he had taken on some theater courses. Who would have
thought something good could have come out of that Romeo and Juliet
disaster?   Sometimes, he'd recite some lines for me, most of the time
exaggerating his expressions and movements to the point that he would
have to stop and join in as we laughed out loud.

It felt sad, but it also felt good. It was the death of something that
could have been beautiful. And now they both were starting to move on.

--------
Lonely is as lonely is, but it's better to be lonely together
--------

For the next while, Ranma took some comfort in our talks, and I'll
admit, so did I.  Not many people just stopped and -talked- to me.  For
some reason, Ranma was one of those few, even though he himself wasn't
much of a talker. A man of action, that's what Ranma-kun is.  It's all
sort of a blur of pleasant evenings, one or two hours, sometimes a
little walk. Or maybe him asking me for help on some purchase or other
when he needed a feminine angle.  Or a feminine point of view when he
would talk about his 'women problems'... He still had a lot of fianc�es,
and now that Akane was not in the competition (how he hated that part of
it... The loss of control over his own fate it made him feel like) the
other fianc�es were upping the ante, going ever more furiously, fighting
amongst themselves more intently.  And sometimes, he felt pangs of guilt
over the fact that the few glimpses of Akane he'd catch were of a happy,
smiling and laughing cute girl.. not the constantly angry girl he'd come
to know.  Despite all my protest, he knew she had been that way because
of him.

And he listened to me, too. When I would say I was lonely, he'd offer a
sympathetic ear, he'd come over more often for a bit, for longer periods
of time.  Like when I told him I had stopped seeing Dr. Tofu.  At first,
he was pushing for me to continue seeing him. But then he saw just how
hurt it made me that I never could speak to him. Not after all these
years.  Ranma understood how a relationship with no communication could
only be bad.

So he got me to start training again.  He wanted me to get my minds on
other things. Oh my. It was so strange, I had not done any kempo in many
years.  And it was the first time in those many years I walked into the
dojo wearing my gi.

But, it all came back to me, and although I was a bit rusty, I think I
impressed Ranma. I was, after all, a black belt of the Tendo School of
Anything Goes Martial Arts.  I was never taken with the violence side of
the Art, but the serenity, the beauty of it, when it is at its
purest...  I had thought Ranma's style was unrefined and rather chaotic,
which served him well in a fight, but did little for regarding the Art
as a thing of beauty. Watching him practice with his father had given me
that impression.  But now, while we practiced our kata, I saw another
facet of his Art. I had thought father was incredibly graceful in his
art. Now I found that Ranma had almost reached perfection in that aspect
of it as well. That which all martial artists hoped for, but could never
attain.  He was... fluid and graceful, his motions seeming all the more
natural and yet inhumanly beautiful. I was entranced the first day I
really saw him lose himself into the motions.  He was poised, then a
flurry of motions, then sliding over the floor, then flying over a mat.
His patterns were intricate as the most incredible dance, an almost
hypnotic series of steps melting into sweeps, hand gestures of blocks
and strikes.  Never an hint of violence in his motions, just the control
and  concentration.  When I realized I was staring at his supple,
powerful and athletic form, I blushed and tried to do my best not to
look too disgraceful in comparison, while performing my own dance.

I also think he was feeling proud. I was his first student, you see,
he'd never trained anyone else. It felt very special.

--------
There's a silver lining...
--------

It wasn't until a few months after the Saotomes left the household that
it happened. Ranma had still been visiting often. The sweet boy knew
just how lonely it could get. He had friends. But I did not. Except him.
And I am pretty sure he enjoyed my company. God I hope he enjoyed it.
But he did come back, and almost daily too.  Akane and Ranma are over
with.  They patched up some of it not to hate each other, and they don't
fight. But that's because they mostly avoid one another.  And are
happier this way.   My little sister now smiles again, most of the time.
For a while there, I had lost hope to see her happy again.  And the same
goes for Ranma.  He had seemed so lost for a while there.

Somehow, the Saotomes departure had left a hole in the household.  The
dojo seemed lonelier than ever, more.. boring.  Even with the way Akane
and Ranma had conducted themselves towards each other at the end there,
at least, the house had been full. No more.  Well, on the bright side,
it's much easier to stretch the budget to meet the needs of two less
than these two. They sure ate a lot. Although it was a pleasure to see
them eat so heartily.

Mr. Saotome, especially, had always complimented my cooking.  When Ranma
would come over, sometimes I'd have some tea, biscuits, cookies or a
cake or some other little things for him, and I'd find that same joy at
someone so obviously enjoying my cooking in such an... extreme manner.

On that one special.. and I believe, fateful day, I only had milk and
some cookies for him. He was not disappointed. He was never disappointed
by anything I did... or didn't do. Always delighted by the slightest
things, like he wasn't expecting it in the least and was surprised.  So,
as we had those cookies, Ranma and me were talking about things. Like
how he was fitting in at his new school.  How things were going with his
numerous (and, at his hurried protests, unwanted) fianc�es.

"Did you know then when you left that you would take all the craziness
away with you?" I asked him, most rhetorically, as he finished
recounting how the latest attempt at an ambush/date by a desperate
Shampoo had gone. "It feels most peaceful, but also. Well, boring." I
continued, then added, "I don't believe I am saying that.", shaking my
head in disbelief at the concept.

Ranma chuckled in his friendly manner, and then said "So you miss me and
my crazy stunts?" he asked, then threw his chest out in a most overblown
macho manner and boasted "No girls can resist the famous Saotome charm,
you know!"

I pretended to swoon at his silly display, and I took on the most
girlish voice I could "Oh.. Oh Ranma-sama! You are such a man! A man
amongst men!" I went on, doing my best to have that cute girl making
really big cute eyes at him as I'd seen -him- do as a girl when he
wanted something.

Ranma picked up his glass of milk and his cookie without answering.
"Ah!" he declaimed so suddenly and loudly that he startled me, "This
glass of milk is so fresh and cool, the very nature of innocence!" after
which oration, he brought the cookie up high for emphasis, like some
heavenly thing to be held above all things, "but this cookie, it has
chocolate and is so sweet and crunchy.. How can I choose!? I must have
them both!"  By this time, I couldn't hold it in and I had to laugh out
loud.  His impersonation was dead-on.  That's when he grinned at me and
dunked the cookie in his milk, before eating it.

After a moment of munching, and me calming my laughter, "And you, fair
maiden!" he exclaimed, (this is when I had to grab unto his arm not to
roll over laughing), "Would you partake of the fount of love that I
am!?", by now he was gesticulating grandly, exaggeratedly, having put
the glass down, "I know, I know, it is hard to resist me. I am such a
paragon of manliness! A God amongst mere mortals!  Women fall at my
feet, like the cherry  blossoms, and twice as sweet.  But I must remain
virtuous!" He shook his fist up.

I cut in "But... Oh Ranma-sama! Please take me! I'd be the best for
you!"

That didn't faze him, "Ah! But I can't be for only one! After all, what
would the others do, it'd break their hearts! And I understand them,
too. I'm so handsome, it's a crime!"

I loved to see him so carefree, after so much bitterness had gone on. It
also felt nice to know he trusted me in ways that would allow him lower
his guard like this without any fear of ridicule.  "But.. but..
Ranma-sama! I can cook better than all the others, you know it, and I
never hit you!" I replied, almost bursting out laughing, "And at least,
I'm a full grown woman!" I added, straightening myself, about the same
height as him now, but that last statement made ridiculous by the little
girl's voice I was using.

"But I cannot choose any one!" he answered me, still gesticulating
emphatically, and in a most silly way, "For you see, I must remain free
as the wind!" he went on, grabbing me around the shoulder with one arm
and pulling me close, while pointing out to the horizon with the other.
Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat. His voice did not seem so loud
anymore, almost covered by the beating of my heart. I don't think he
noticed, still taken in our playing.

Nervously, but, to the great Saotome sensitivity, completely unnoticed,
I went on "And, we could finally fulfill the Saotome/Tendo union..
Ranma-sama." I said, my heart suddenly not as much into the play, as I
felt his strong arm around me, the position forcing me to lean against
his chest a bit.  It felt so good, to have him hold me this way.  My
heart felt like it might leap out of my bosom. It's a wonder he didn't
hear it.

"Okay then, it's decided! I shall choose you!  Come girl, let me kiss
you!" When he turned towards me to deliver his next speech, he sputtered
to a stop, surprised at how close I was. I don't think he had noticed
what he had been doing, for once having just been playing, without a
care. But now, I could feel some kind of tension growing, and I felt...
Well, it felt really nice to have a man's arm around me this way. And he
wasn't letting go.

Finally abandoning the squeaky girl I'd been using, I weakly whispered,
"Okay.. I will kiss you.. if you will.", all this while, looking up into
his gaze, and by that time, locked in place in shock at what I had just
said.

He leaned close. Closer. Oh God, he was going to do it. I didn't want
him to. I wanted it more than anything else. I was paralyzed in place,
letting him draw closer still, his breath caressing my lips.

I stopped fighting it suddenly, unbelievably, and I moved too, towards
him, giving him the acknowledgement he had been waiting for.

It must have been a sight, the way both our eyes bulged, surprised by
what we were doing. But when our lips met, I closed mine, and relaxed
against him. The kiss went on and on, it was a tad clumsy, from both our
sides, but there was a soulful quality to it, one drowning woman kissing
a drowning man. Desperate. Needful.

Then it was over, and I blinked, as Ranma swiftly scooted away from me,
clearly horrified.

And an instant later, I watched Ranma bounding over the wall of the
Dojo's yard hurriedly and disappear in the distance. "Well I'll be..."
was all that made it through the turmoil of my emotions. I realized I'd
unconsciously lifted my fingers to touch my lips where the tingle of our
kiss had finally died off. "Where did that come from...?" I murmured to
myself, wonderingly. And so, trembling, weak at the knees, for it had
been a -good- kiss and the speed of his departure quite shocking, I got
to my feet and climbed to my room, without finishing my chores. They
could wait for tomorrow.

I didn't really blame Ranma for his hasty retreat. He was surprised, and
just as shocked as I'd been at what had just transpired. And if I knew
him well, he was blaming himself for the 'horrible way' he'd treated me.
Sweet Ranma-kun.

But I had some figuring out to do. About my life. And whether I wanted
this. I knew Ranma would probably try to avoid thinking about it,
himself, or rather, would not think of it in that way, so I had to think
for both of us.

--------
It's Getting Better all the Time:
--------

It was a nervous Ranma who walked into the Tendo courtyard that next
day. He stopped, looked about furtively, as if afraid someone might see
him and guess what he's done just from looking at him. Well, I noticed
him and smiled his way, reassuringly.  It was my best smile because I
-really- felt radiant that day. Ranma froze in his tracks and seemed
taken for a moment, and I wondered if I'd frightened him. But no, he was
still there, and I the thought hit me, making a blush creep on my cheeks
warmly, that he was admiring me.

"Ka-Kasumi?" he began, hesitantly.

"Come over, Ranma-kun." I said, still feeling radiant, despite the heat
on my cheeks "We need to talk." I added as I made my way to a remote,
corner of the yard that was very much out of view from the porch.  I was
pretty sure we would need the privacy.

Ranma looked a bit nervous, but not as much. You know, sometimes even I
find my powers to sooth people rather incredible. By the time he was
standing next to me, he looked calm and ready to talk.

As we sat down, I hesitated only a fraction before saying "About that
kiss...", letting the last word trail. Ranma looked up and said "I'm
sorry, Kasumi, I shouldn't have..." but he broke off that line and let
it trail as well.

I think he noticed just how I was smiling still, looking so very happy,
and I could see it in his features that it was dawning on him that maybe
I was happy -because- of the kiss. I reached a fingertip to touch his
lips, shushing him and making him blush at the affectionate intimacy I
was displaying, "Shhh.. We both wanted it. We both did it." I said ever
so softly, feeling my cheeks reddening even more with a flush that
probably matched Ranma's, "I.. I was surprised.  But I did enjoy it.  I
like you a whole lot, Ranma-kun."

I turned away from him, to stare in the distance over the walls of the
dojo where the sun was about to set.  Suddenly, I was feeling regrets
for something that could have but never was, a wistful moment.  "There's
only one person before yesterday that I would have kissed and not
regretted it."

To this day, I'm sure that Ranma must have noticed the tear, that I felt
running down on my cheek and wiped before turning back to him to see him
bite his lips as I continued, "But that was a long time ago now, really.
And.. You're a very important person to me, Ranma-kun... Ranma.
Yesterday, after that kiss, or rather through that kiss, I realized just
how much." I said, searching his eyes for the same thing in him that I
felt in me.

Ranma was looking very embarrassed again, but I smiled softly,
reassuringly, "Kasumi... Kasumi-chan, I.. I care deeply for you too.
You're my closest friend, maybe my only friend. And now, maybe more than
a friend.  You know I ain't much good with words.  And with feelings,
even if you -have- helped me lots with that..."

Smiling very brightly anew, I cut in again, as it just won't do to have
him this way so I said "And you are the only one left to me too, you
know." He smiled back to me, and yes, it was -that- smile again, and I
felt my heart flutter, understanding certain girls who had -fought- over
him.  Calming myself, I continued, "Now.. this might not be all that
easy.  If we want it to happen. If we want to be together -that- way."

I realized I was dancing around the subject somewhat, usually not a very
good idea around the oblivious Ranma, and so I rephrased more directly
"If we want to be.. romantically involved. And I would like that.  But,
there is Akane, and others maybe."

Ranma looked very nervous now, doing a little twiddling of his fingers
as he stammered out "W-w-well, I.. I would. I mean, I'd.. I would like
that. I'd like to try. I think Iloveyou." Those last three words coming
out so fast they seemed to surprise even him. Certainly, -I- was
surprised, and I think I showed it. but I also didn't hide my delight as
well. "I love you too, Ranma-kun." I stated, at first tentatively, then
repeating myself "I love you very much." as I nodded at my firmer voice.

And then, as if, unlike yesterday, we had rehearsed it, we leaned
forward with perfect timing, to kiss. It was no Earth-shaking kiss. It
was light and it was sweet and soft, and when it ended, I found my arms
had reflexively wrapped around Ranma.. and his around me.  Then, we
kissed again. And yes, this one was something else. I think Ranma wasn't
so nervous anymore. Myself, I felt like I was going to faint. That's how
good it got.

And, corny as it may sound, the sun set at that moment, and the light
died down around us as the kiss faded out, but still we held unto each
other.

--------

He'd chickened out the night before.  At some point, his nerves had
caught up with him and he'd broken away and fled. Again.  I understood
it in a very intellectual way, but it had felt like a betrayal at the
time.  Now Ranma was back.  He was nervous. It was obvious, the way his
eyes darted to one side and the other. And I could practically hear him
going on about how "That's not how men behaved, was it?" "That's not
what all the boys at school would do..."

Ranma, despite all of my coaching in this, still felt very insecure
about his masculinity. Between the curse and his shyness around the
fairer sex, he didn't feel all that manly, so often. And he hadn't been
able to be whatever would be enough for Akane, he'd told me. And I think
he knew he'd hurt me when he'd fled that way. I'd told him so much about
things like that when he was still trying to make it work between him
and Akane.

Well, it was a nervous Ranma who hopped into the dojo's yard, looking
around to make sure nobody was there. He came to that remote corner..
Our corner, as I thought of it now... since last night.

I could see he started breathing more easily as finally saw me here,
behind the shrubs. I was obviously waiting for him.  He bit his
lower-lip and came to sit down next to me, but I hadn't looked up at
him, and I didn't make any move to acknowledge his arrival, until he was
sitting.

"Kasumi-chan...?" he started, really quietly. Meekly, even. Quite a
feat, for Ranma Saotome.

I turned to look at him, and I couldn't summon the strength to put on
one of my trademarked gentle smiles. Instead, I spoke softly, "It hurt,
Ranma-kun."

He started to speak but I put my finger on his lips. Like that other
time. "Shhh.." I whispered, then leaned close, letting my forehead rest
against his, feeling drained somehow, "And then, I understood you.
You're not ready for it. And neither am I, to be truthful. But I want
it. I want to be with you."  Little strands of hair threatening to block
my sight. I absently brushed them aside, to look into his eyes, reading
there that he really was sorry, and yes, he seemed to want it too.  But
knowing wasn't enough.. I needed to hear it, I needed him to acknowledge
it in his own voice, so I asked "Do you want this too. Truly and
honestly?"

I was heartened to see him nod without needing to stop and think about
it. I smiled brightly at him, and that seemed to unfaze him at last. "I
l-l-love you, Kasumi." He whispered.  Well, it lacked a little in the
strength department, but then, that little stutter was cute too, in a
way.  And Ranma-kun was no wimp, just... not too strong with words.  And
I couldn't fault his sentiments.  It would do. Yes, it would certainly
do.  For you see, I loved him too.

---------

It was but a few weeks later that happened the second most important
event of our relationship. During the intervening time, we'd been seeing
each other more assiduously. Often taking walks around the park or
simply to the market for my shopping, Ranma helping by carrying the bags
in his own unique way.  But, despite that it was an event that would
change the course of our relationship, it was something that
uncharacteristically began when I was alone.  Maybe the times together
with Ranma had made me more senstive to it, because I was feeling so
very alone that night.  I remember it well...

-----------

I threw down my broom in desperation and covered my face in my hands. I
felt the tears coming, and come they did. There were loud sobs, and they
too were coming from me. I shouldn't have let it get to me this much
but... it all felt so -wrong-!  Trembling, cheeks tears streaked, I
picked up the broom and continued to sweep off the.. the -things- on the
floor. I'd be here for hours yet. The kitchen was a mess.  Akane was on
a cooking-war-spree. For 5 days she'd been doing this by this time. But
the wrongness wasn't really all this added work I had to deal with. It
was how Akane hadn't even tried to begin cleaning off her own mess this
time, and had left with not so much as a sorry or thank you. It felt so
... pointless. It was all so unfair!   And so was my whole life.
Pointless and unfair.

I was angry at her, even though, in some intellectual way, I knew she
had just been extremely depressed over the way her efforts were not
leading to anything. Still it was -I- who was left with the messes to
clean up.  I knew it shouldn't have made me feel this way, but.. for
years it had been leading up to this. There's only so much I can take.
I'm only human. I needed out. I needed to flee this place before I went
crazy. All I ever did anymore was the house chores. Nobody else was
interested in even helping.  Except Akane trying to cook for us. For all
the good it lead to every times. She made abominations that she said was
food.

I shuddered. I must not think badly of my sister. She's a sweet girl.
Just a disaster in the kitchen.

No. No snipes about her. Starting the day after I would start trying to
help her again with her cooking.  There, that satisfied one thing.

But for that night. I stared helplessly at the mess and then returned to
work.

------

It was late. I'd finished the cleaning very late. I was not performing
up to my own (admitedly high) standards and had spilled one of the
garbage bags back down and had to clean up the mess a second time.

I was sitting on the edge of my bed, my gaze pointedly ignoring my own
reflection in the dresser's mirror. I felt like an old woman. I felt
like nothing would ever go my way.  Nineteen and still stuck at home.
Never getting a boyfriend. Never -living-.  Getting up, I stood in front
of the mirror and this time detailed myself into it.

Well, maybe...

------
Dream weaver, I believe you can get me through the night
------

Some times later it was a slightly less depressed Kasumi who was staring
at herself again in the mirror. I was a very much transformed woman.   I
had changed out of my usual, so demure and classical attire, now strewn
carelessly around the room, and was sporting a very sexy evening dress
of gold lame that hung off my body loosely, but despite it all was so
very revealing in the way it dangled from my shoulders, hips.. and
*blush* yes, my breasts... It was so light. I think I could've crumpled
it all in a small ball in my fist.  It made me feel so much more
feminine, if a bit naughty.  I'd applied some make-up as well, and had
taken out my mother's jewelry box, which I'd inherited when she died, to
take some simple earrings and a gold bracelet that now hung from my
wrist.

At that point, I was trying to decide which shoes to wear. But the
choice was mostly obvious. I just didn't know if I could still wear
high-heels... The gold ones would go very well with the dress.  I
couldn't believe what I was doing. Playing 'dress up' at my age... But
it sure was cheering me up.

------

It wasn't very much later that I tossed a small pebble up to Ranma's
window at the Saotome residence. And then another.  Yes, well, Ranma was
a very sound sleeper.  Let's face it, he could sleep through a
hurricane. It's not a bit a gravel rattling his window that would wake
him up.

Really, it had been a bit stupid to come over this late at night, what
had possessed me?

Startling me out of my thoughts, Ranma's window opened, and he poked his
head through, looking down.

And stared.  And stared. I started blushing. Then.. I felt.. Flushed,
yes, but also.. burning. I needed to do something and so, I called him
down, "Ranma-kun.. please come here." I, almost against my will, huskily
said.

He looked completely out of it. But he stepped out of the second floor
window and hopped down as easily as if it had been only a foot or two..
It still amazes me what those youths who are running around Nerima these
days can do.

But at the time, I didn't even spare one thought to that.  Instead, I
fairly slunk my way over to him, as he gazed, like the hypnotized victim
of the snake and I grabbed him with a ferocity I didn't know I had and
kissed him for all I was worth. And, I guess that was a lot, because, he
passed out.

Sigh What will I ever do with him?

Nothing else for it, so I went to the garden hose and within second, had
a very awake and sputtering wet female Ranma exclaiming loudly "What'd
you do that for?" before realizing the situation.

-------

It's not that much later that I was dragging Ranma out on the street,
and where I pushed him into the taxi that was still waiting for me. I
think Ranma was still in shock over my transformation. And if I'd stop
to think about it, I would have been too. But I was too busy trying to
get us out on a -date- for that to affect me.  First things first. I had
no idea where to go.  I certainly was no specialist on dates, either.  A
little interrogation of the taxi driver revealed what the hottest club
to be in tonight was, and even though I had no idea if that was true or
not, really, any clubs would do.

Ah! Now there was a surprised. Maybe it wasn't the hottest club in town,
or maybe it was. But the name of the club seemed a bit suspect for some
reason. I didn't care, though, I could hear the driving beat of loudly
playing music every times the doors opened, and this is all I needed.  I
dragged Ranma inside.  I was doing a lot of dragging tonight, but,
really, I knew Ranma well enough to know he'd never easily agree to
anything like this, even if he wanted to.  It took a few moments more to
cajole Ranma into following me in. This certainly was not his kind of
places.  But then, realistically, it wasn't my kind of places either.

Upon entering, the shock of the deep bass hitting behind my sternum, of
multicolored lights flashing and the wash of human mass rocking to this
beat was enough to still me for a moment, letting Ranma come beside me.
It wasn't before I was making my way to the bar that I noticed
something. Something that explained the knowing smirk the taxi driver
had had upon saying that the "Heart of Lesbos" was the place to be for
two young ladies out for the night. You see, there were only women in
the club.  Ranma noticed too, but in his own naive way "Hey, where do
you think all the guys went to? Are they hiding or something?" he asked
me, over the blare of the music. I just nodded my head. Or something.  I
now remembered what story that Greek word was from.

It made a flush come to my cheeks.

But it didn't really deter me. Ranma was with me, and while the techno
music was nothing I would have normally listened to, right now it made
me itch to get on the dance floor.  The ambiance was wild. Who cared
that every one else was a woman? I wasn't interested in them. I was
interested in me. And I was very much interested in being with Ranma,
away from the dojo.

------

Perspiring abundantly, feeling hot and a bit flushed from all the
alcohol I'd had tonight, I was rocking to the hypnotic beat of some
strange song that was weirdly tribal-sounding despite all the
synthesizers and the definitely modern beat, along with a swaying Ranma,
who after hesitating and almost stumbling about for a while, had
demonstrated incredible prowess's on the dance floor.  I think he was
handling it like some kind of kata, and was fairly flowing through the
motions like he had been born dancing. It reminded me of a few
afternoons spent watching Ranma practicing and discovering a whole new
level to the Art.

In any case, he was beautiful, sometimes twisting in the most alluring
ways, just like the best of the dancers around us, which he was probably
instinctively drawing from.  This, after all, was the Ranma who could
learn incredible feats of marital arts involving multiple kicks in
mid-air within a heartbeat, and adapt them to suit his needs. Dancing
must have been easy, seen from that perspective.  For some reasons, it
struck me that night, the way it had never registered before, that
Ranma, although he would definitely have been a tomboy, had an
incredible female body.  Myself, I was rocking with abandon, letting the
beat guide me, and from the stares I was getting, from both the women
around, or from Ranma at times, when he too wasn't lost in the music, I
could feel that I wasn't doing too badly... and that we were the envy of
many -many- women.

As this particular song ended, Ranma grabbed my wrist and pulled me off
aside, to our table, for a breather, and we had to lean closely together
to be able to hear each other over the music.  I had to brush my hair
from my brow, where it was sticking in perspiration. I hadn't tied it, I
had wanted it free. Like me.

I took a deep breath and over the din, I screamed "So, what do you
think, Ranma-kun?"

I barely made out the reply "I didn't think I would, but I like this!"
was his answer.  Then added "What's with all the girls? They keep eyeing
me all weird. And where are all the boys?  And didja notice that couple
next to us, those girls were dancing so close together. I tell you, it's
weird."

I answered "I think it's ladies night!" Yes. Ladies -only- night. Every
nights.

"AH! I bet they're all just too cheap to pay to get in, is that it?
Well, lucky I was a girl then, -we- didn't need to pay!"

Brave, brave... So cute, Ranma-kun.

I flashed him a smile and he answered with one of his own, before
drinking from his beer.  I had a glass of wine, myself, and I sipped
from it. I'd had more alcohol tonight than in the last year. I felt
quite giddy, but incredibly relaxed yet excited. Relaxed because I
wasn't holding anything inside anymore. I was fairly running wild, at
least by my standards. And I think so was Ranma.

Strangely enough, I think his being a girl had helped him. Maybe it was
a crutch, but it had helped him get over his insecurities about dancing
and other such things for this night.  Next time, I'd make sure to bring
a male Ranma out on a date.  Next time...  And there would be one, I was
sure of it.

Tonight though, I was merely content to run rampant with my needs, and
to get him to have fun and feel good -with me-. I leaned over and kissed
him hotly, feeling him answer with almost the same need, only a slight
reticence keeping him in check, my guess being that it was over him
being a girl at the moment.

Finally, after getting our breather, we headed out to the dance floor
again.

----

It was -much- later that night that Ranma accompanied me back to the
dojo.  As we stood on the porch, I took the opportunity to try to read
him. It was obvious he felt like me. Exhausted, but exhilarated from
this outing.  He leaned close, and, having to push to his tiptoes in
this form in order to do it, he kissed me. It wasn't quite the same kind
of kiss that we'd been exchanging all night. Passionate yet brief
embraces. No, this was a loving, tender, deep and lasting kind. The
kinds that got me weak at the knees. Very weak.  After that, we held
unto each other quietly, just enjoying the closeness.

And that's when I made my decision. "Ranma-kun.. You don't have to go.
I'd.. I'd -really- enjoy it if you stayed. If you... Came to my room?" I
asked, no, pleaded.

Ranma turned the cutest shade of red. But he didn't even make a move to
extract himself from my arms. I liked that.  But what must he think
about me.. Where was the reserved young lady who's only sport was to
dust the high-spots?

She was on vacation.  I firmed my hold on Ranma and looked into his
eyes. "Ranma-kun.. Would you.. "I hesitated, then finished, "Would you
make love to me?"

I didn't let go. Didn't want to. Well, I did loosen my grip so we could
open the door as quietly as possible, while I removed my shoes, and
then, without letting go of each others, we made our ways into the
house, to my room.  It was awkward, but we didn't care.

------

As I dropped my shoes into my dresser, Ranma was looking around the
room. He'd not been here often. I think he was also surprised at the
disorder that reigned.

I giggled, and answered his unspoken question, "I sort of made a mess
trying to decide what to wear... And I didn't want to spend any time
cleaning up, I wanted to get to your place as soon as possible."

Ranma remained quiet, nodding his head as he surveyed me. Then he
finally asked, "I was wondering.. That dress...?"

I blushed a bit, but after an hesitation, I answered "One that Nabiki
made me buy over a year ago to try and.. impress Dr.Tofu." I said that
last word with a bit of wistfulness over that fiasco.

He didn't say a word.  He continued to look at me, as, feeling suddenly
self-conscious, I started to slip out of the dress. Not a word was
exchanged as I removed the jewelry, which I carefully placed back into
the box.  Then I turned back toward him and reached behind my back to
undo the fastenings of my bra.  Ranma was still looking at me. Not a
stare, but a... Expectant, but with a slight, unnerved current
underlying it.  But also a calmness of someone who has accepted
something.  Accepted his feelings.  Oh, and definitely admiring me. I
liked that. A lot.  That someone could look at me and look at a -woman-.

I felt love well up within myself, as I removed my bra. I bit my lips,
as his gaze ran over my chest, and I felt sympathetic tingles at his
scrutiny.   Now only clothed in my panties, hose and garter belt, I
moved over to the bed, and sat down, lifting my leg as I undid the
garter holding the silken hosier up, and looked up at Ranma again,
asking "Would you help me?"

It was his turn to bite his lips, as he came over, to kneel down at my
feet. Reaching small, deft hands up along my leg, he let them brush
their way up, before slipping them around the band of the hose, and then
rolling it down.

I smiled at him as he put the bundle of silk aside, and offered him my
second leg.  I could feel  a slight trepidation in him. I think I could
tell where it was coming from.

As he removed my second stocking, I murmured "I think we should wash a
bit first, before.. getting to bed. We're so sweaty."

He latched onto the idea like a drowning man. I had hit it dead on. He
was afraid to do.. -it- as a girl.

Well, that did not matter.  In fact, although I didn't mind in the least
his female form, he was very pretty, I might admit to -some preferences
for his own, original body.   Flashing him another smile, I grabbed unto
a large towel and peers into the hallway. All was clear. At this time of
night, it wasn't too likely that anyone would be awake.  So I started up
the hallway, and up the stairs, with a very quiet Ranma following my
steps.  We made it to the bath room without any incidents, and then I
posted a "do not disturb" sign on the door, before I started on the hot
water to fill the tub.  As it filled, I removed the last of my
underwear, my panties, under Ranma's frozen gaze.  This elicited a
girlish, wicked giggle from me, before I came over, to start undressing
him.  Oh my. Yes, Auntie Saotome was right, though, Ranma really should
be wearing a bra. As a girl, he is very.. Healthy.  And bouncy.  I
wondered how he could endure all that physical activity in such a state,
but I didn't want to talk about -that- right now, there were much more..
interesting physical activities in mind.

Ranma for a moment let himself be manipulated as I pulled off his shirt
and then dropped his pants, but when I started on his boxers, he got a
sudden bout of modesty.  So cute.  I simply looked up at him and said
"You want to take that bath with the boxers or without?"

He put his hand behind his head and laughed (quietly) nervously,
"Ahahah.. Well, huh.. Maybe.. I.. Mean.."

I stopped him by putting a finger on his lips lightly, and then I
whispered, "If you don't want to go through with it, Ranma-kun... If you
feel this is too fast... Just say so. I will understand." I would have
been disappointed not to say frustrated, but I would have understood.

But he didn't. What he said, after taking a deep breath, was "You're
right. I'm being.. Childish." And with this admission he simply bent
down, removing his boxers, and when he stood up again, revealing that
indeed Ranma as a girl is a natural redhead. Which was obvious, but
still a little.. Interesting to find out for sure.  I brushed my hand
along the outside of Ranma's hip, making him stiffen a bit, but then I
said, let me wash your back as I turned away, to fill a bucket of cold
water. When I faced him again, he knelt down, and had a small towel
bashfully resting on his thighs, keeping some modesty.  I couldn't help
but smile, then asked him to turn around.

The rest of the bath went on without incident. I had decided to keep it
friendly and quiet, but to not push in any sexual ways so as to relax
both of us. Ranma as boy proved somewhat.. as healthy as his female
half. This surprised me, and, I will admit, delighted me, although I
kept to the good girl act, pretending not to notice, even as the hint of
a flush hued my cheeks.

When we were done and dry, we crept quietly back to my room, and as I
closed the door behind myself, resting against it, feeling the hammering
of my heart in my chest from the excitement, like some schoolgirl just
back from some childish prank, I looked up to gaze at Ranma, who was
dropping his clothes.  With no urgings from me.

Letting go of the towel I had been using, I stepped closer, and two
naked bodies intertwined in a close embrace, before we kissed. It was a
really good kiss, the kind that makes me weak at the knees, but also,
one that inflamed me. As I pushed myself against him, Ranma let himself
be guided backward to the bed, but one miscalculated step from my part
resulted in us tumbling on top of it, breaking off our kiss, as we
laughed a moment before our lips sought each others anew, hungrily.
Ranma sort of crawled backward on the bed until he was mostly on top of
it, lying on his back, while I squirmed atop him, straddling him, our
kisses becoming furious, demanding, our bodies brushing against one
another's in the most exciting ways.  I could feel his manhood rising,
wakened and proud, brushing against my thigh and sometimes against my
stomach, while I moved against him with more emphatic motions.

It did not take long before I had my hands caressing his member, while
our lips kept meeting again and again. He was hard and lengthy in just
the right way. Just the right size. Or so I felt. Not that I had any
experience in such things.  It felt just right. Everything did. I had
wanted to feel like a woman. Like I was -alive- that night, and I did. I
felt wonderful beyond description. Ranma was not the love of my life. I
wasn't his. But we did love each other, and we wanted to be together in
this most intimate of ways. To share this experience, together, as our
first.  I knew I did. And I felt he did to.

Although mostly inexperienced, I believe we were doing it just right.
Maybe feelings have a lot to do with it, but every caresses of Ranma's
fingers against my body blazed over my skin, leaving tingling trails
that sent shivers up my spine. When he disengaged from our embrace,
startlingly pushing me to my back, straddling me in his turn, it was so
he could lover his face to my breasts, and kiss them and lick them, in
ways that maddened me even more.  Not to be outdone, I finally managed
to gather the strength to push him back down, but instead of straddling
him again, I bent above him, letting my hair hang and sway, caressing
his stomach, while my hands, cupped around his youthful, yet solid rod,
pumped up and down. I leant down to kiss his navel teasingly, often
stealing glances of the fleshy pillar I was stroking. Emboldened by the
way he reacted to these touches,, I tossed my head back and forth,
letting my long hair whip across his skin, eliciting moans from my
darling Ranma's lips as I continued to jerk his rigid pole.

Just as I felt him about to push me back to return to the offensive, I
pressed on, this time going for a disabling blow. If I may be allowed
this pun. See, I lowered my head quickly to his crotch and gathered the
head of his member between my lips, letting my tongue swirl around it
like a great big lollipop. Only saltier. I may not be experienced, but
I've read some.. and listened a whole lot more. I had never tried
anything like this, but I knew a few things that a nice girl probably
shouldn't, and were supposed to be very pleasurable. And from this
gleaned knowledge, I thought I could try a lot of things. Because, I
wanted this to be very good. Very -good-. I wanted to enjoy it fully.
And I wanted Ranma to do so as well.

And that was but my first taste as Ranma, with a gasp, fell back under
my redoubled assaults, as I explored his cock with my lips and tongue.
And felt it pulse, and suddenly, my eyes grew wide as I tasted a
saltier, tangier flavor than his member had been. Taken by surprise, I
sputtered and yanked my head back, just in time to receive a second
blast of his semen that hotly struck me to my cheek, to trickle down
thickly. I was taken aback, and kept stock still, as Ranma tried to sit
up, the motion making the next jet of his seed splatter down unto my
bosom.  Only then did I wake up, and blinked at him.  He was babbling
apologies, and seemed to want to flee. That wouldn't do!  I almost
panicked.

But it was a weakened Ranma who was trying to push me back, and I
replied with a playful *grrr* and a delighted laugh at the eruption.
Ranma still seemed mortified. His insecurities probably kicking in
overdrive. So I flashed him a smile and... Licked all around the corner
of my mouth where his seed had been deposited. That got him to stop
stuttering his apologies and stare. When I leaned up, my breasts fairly
rolled against his chest as I snatched a kiss from his lips, then
whispered, "Ooh, you don't get off that easy, Ranma-kun.  What about me,
now?  Let's get you ready again."  I think the husky way I said that was
what it took to give him back some confidence. Well, and despite my
misgiving.. He rose to the challenge swiftly. So I resumed my
activities, now spiced with that flavor of his essence.

So that, instead of trying to push me off again, he now caressed my
hair, his fingers brushing through them in a delicious manner as I
tasted him thoroughly.  Soon though, he made me understand again that he
wanted the freedom to return as well as he got, and this time I let go
of him. Not nice to get all the fun. And fun I was having. It had been
incredible to feel how he reacted, bodily, to every little strokes of my
tongues, to the way my teeth had oh so barely scraped the tender skin of
his member once. Every little twitches had been so exciting.

But now it was his turn, and it was obvious he intended to make sure we
were even.  He first turned his attentions to my breasts. I could feel
the caress of his breath tickling my flesh, and his lips brushing over
the skin, his tongue sometimes lashing out to swish up, flicking across
my nipples, making me shudder.  That's when he curled his lips around
one of those raised peaks, and suckled on it. By this time, I was
breathing noisily and quickly, squirming, because his hand had been
caressing along my thighs, and now, it was moving up between them,
teasing its way up to the apex of them, making me gasp and arch myself,
in a reflex of both surprise and of offering myself to his caresses.
Spreading my legs, I felt the touches of his fingers over the tender,
now overly moistened lips of my sex while his mouth leap from the breast
he'd been lavishing with attentions to the other, claiming my second,
neglected nipple with his lips and teeth, making me cry out as my whole
body jerked at the sudden, electrifying pinch of the stiffened knot of
nerves it had become.

Through the haze of this blazing spark of pleasure, I made out that
Ranma was asking me if I was alright. I think the way I had thrown my
legs straight out so suddenly had surprised him. It surprised me too. It
was all so -intense-!  I had masturbated, of course, but this was on
another level entirely. Just like I'd always dreamed, and yet completely
different.  Breathing shallowly, I propped myself up on my elbows, and I
nodded my head, "Oh yessss.." I hissed, "Don't stop!" I pleaded then,
and let my head hang back, mouth gaping on loud, unashamed moans as he
returned to his nibbling of the raised, rosy nipple, and brought his
fingers against me more fully, caressing my sex, opening the lips with
the tentative, loving strokes.  I was moving my hips reflexively,
knowing an abandon totally new to me. Wanting to reach it. To peak and
climax. Needing it. And still, Ranma was going so slow, so hesitantly,
that I had to tell him, to beg him for "More!  Please, Ranma-kun.." I
gasped, "Give me more.. Faster!"

I felt him shift himself, then kissing down my stomach, while his
fingers moved faster, in more intent, more lively caresses that were
soon accompanied by his breath and finally, his tongue. This made me cry
out, clasping my thighs around his face a moment before I let go, but by
now, I had fallen backward, and had my fingers twined into his hair,
groping, trying to urge him closer. A wish to which he complied eagerly,
now that he had had his first taste.  I must have squirmed delightfully,
because Ranma lifted his muzzle from between my thighs and whispered, "I
love you Kasumi, I also love the way you move when I do.. this." before
dipping his nose back down, and sliding his tongue against me so.. just
so wonderfully!   Writhing in time to the strokes of his tongue, I never
noticed him withdrawing slightly, only to flick his tongue across my
clitoris. But that I felt.

I stiffened all over, feeling it.. feeling -IT- coming, and pushing my
hips up, fingers digging into his scalp, I cried out, my body arched,
and the center of my being for a moment radiating from my sex, from the
place where Ranma's lips joined to my own, more tender, more sensitive
set.  After a while, a sensation of sated satisfaction filled me, and I
mostly slumped down to the bed, my hands' grips loosening on Ranma's
head.  Another moment, of savoring the aftershock of my orgasm, was
followed by me struggling to slip from Ranma, who had straightened. I
caught his oh so handsome face in my hands and I kissed him deeply,
startled for but an instant when I tasted my own flavor on his lips, but
tossing that aside as I pushed myself against him, feeling my nipples,
the hard and sensitive little knots, dragging against his chest. Soon, I
had him on his back, my thighs squeezing around his hips, as I felt his
manhood rubbing between them, against my needful wetness. Yes, I wanted
more. And I wanted Ranma.

"Ranma?" I asked huskily, my voice caught in my throat, my breath still
short, "That was.. Wonderful. Thank you."

Ranma seemed quite pleased at learning this. Some feelings of anxiety
over his abilities gone, I'm sure. He whispered back "It was so
incredible. To feel you go so.. crazy. And knowing it was because of
me."

I laughed, a happy little thing. Not directed at him, just something of
an enjoyment, and then I kissed him again before I asked, giving a
wider, more lengthy roll of my hips so his cock slides against my
thoroughly wet  sex emphatically "Are you ready for.. more, Ranma-kun?"

"Yes!" was his sole reply, before he kissed me feverishly, shifting
himself a bit.

Eagerness made for hurried repositioning, aiming, with a pause only at
the moment Ranma, poised at my entrance, looked up at me, for approval.
I nodded quickly, then closed my eyes as I felt him push up, up into
me.  It felt strange, it felt wonderful. Especially know that this time,
we were sharing the moment. Knowing that this was -Ranma- entering me. I
guess I must have gasped out rather loudly because Ranma paused again,
having barely breached his way in, and looked up at me. I felt this and
opened my eyes to look down at him, locking gazes, as I nodded slightly,
and pushed my hips down some, so he would know I was ready for more. And
more he gave more, and then more than that. Until I felt a sharp pain.
He felt me stiffen yet again, and stilled anew, awaiting my
instructions, "It's.. It's the hymen. Just.. Push. But stop after.
Okay?" I said, out of breath.

He nodded again, and pushed up, forcing against the resistance and into
suddenly, and quite easily, driving up to the hilt into me with a grunt
and a cry wrenched from my trembling lips as I closed my eyes in
surprise.  Then, I looked down at him, as he waited, with a concerned
look on his face.  I smiled encouragingly, and murmured "It.. only hurt
a moment. Now, it feels .. Good. Soooo good."

With this, he started moving and I stiffened, expecting more pain, but
there was only a slight, which was washed away in the intense pleasure I
was beginning to feel.  I think my fingers raked over his chest because
I remember that afterward, he was streaked with nail scratches.  At that
moment, though, it seemed of no importance, to either of us, as he
started to thrust into me with more firmness, still controlling himself
not to overdo it.

The next while is quite a blur, it was through a haze of pleasure that I
felt Ranma burying his face to my bosom, kissing my breasts, as his
hands clasped to my hips to guide the motions of my body, up and down on
his rod.  It lasted a while, how long I could not tell, until I felt him
hurrying the pace, at long last, at the end of his own control. It
wasn't long then, until, bouncing atop him, I felt his orgasm, the
spilling of his seed inside of me, and the very thought of this event
sent me up and into a devastating climax.

I still can't believe we didn't wake anybody that time, because we both
were very vocal in our shared ecstasy, only slumping together after a
while, finally sated. At least... for a while.

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I believe we slept for several hours at that time. I know I slept very
well, but I woke up not all that much later, in the still of night, and
found Ranma was asleep as well.  I gazed at him tenderly, the man whom I
had shared something magical with, already that night. And whom I wanted
to share some more already.  Disengaging myself from his arms, I rolled
over and, lifting the blankets (I didn't remember pulling blankets over
myself as I fell asleep, so it must have been Ranma, the sweet thing,
who tucked me in), and bending down to kiss at his thigh. What
beautiful, athletic legs he had, finely muscled, yet so powerful... And
of course, his organ, now at repose. Still scented with my own aroma...
I kissed it, and to my pleasure, it twitched. So, I kissed it some more,
before I cupped it in my mouth, and suckled very softly on it, feeling
it grow, until I couldn't take it all down without choking.  I don't
think he was awake yet, but his breathing had gained a certain erratic
quality, that told me he was very close to rousing. He certainly was
aroused, because his cock was hard as steel.

I continued to suck on him bobbing my head a little, to let him slide
between my lips, when I felt his hand pressing against the back of my
head, and I panicked for a moment, as his member surged in my mouth,
threatening to make me gag. But Ranma's fingers simply started stroking
my hair, and give me the freedom to resume my up and down bobbing,
trusting my hearing as I heard his breath hastening, shallow, his
pleasure already great. I drew him along, until he stiffened and emptied
himself into my mouth with a stiffened moan.  The taste of his semen was
a bit salty and certainly tangy, but had a definite erotic flavor, the
best spicing being the knowledge that it was the product of Ranma's
pleasure, the result of my enjoyable oral efforts.. And not wanting to
make a mess either, anyway, I swallowed.

He drew me gently in, effortlessly, and we snuggled in closely.  It felt
good, so very good. Even after (or maybe because) these intense
pleasures we'd given one another, snuggling felt oh so nice... For a
while. Then we made love again. If possible, I'd swear it was better
than the first time.

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Another nap. And yet again, I woke up, feeling that need. I sure hoped I
wasn't turning into some kind of sex-addict. And then the most wicked
idea crossed my mind, forcing me to stifle a giggle.  I crawled out of
the bed, and groggily got to my feet, and walked out, to find the
bathroom. I got a glass of water from there. Cold water. I then tiptoed
back to my room, grinning with mischief.  I upended the glass on
Ranma... To wake him up, of course! And wake up he did!

"Gah!!! Cold!" he cried out, on sitting up promptly.  He then blinked at
me as I pushed him back and leaned down against him, feeling the weight
of my breasts settling on his own now very voluptuous chest as I shook
my head to toss my hair to one side, so that I could kiss him, with one
lengthy, passionate kiss, the kind of lively, fiery hot embrace that
left us both panting afterward. I didn't hear him complaining anymore,
so I said "Warmer now, Ranma-kun?", and without waiting for any answers,
I kissed him again.

Within moment, he had forgotten any struggles he was making against
doing it with me as a girl, as our breasts rolled against one another's,
our legs tangling together.  He was much softer in this form, even his
fingers, more delicate, somehow the skin smoother, and it felt as if
soft silken fabrics were brushing along my back, caressing me, while we
moaned in the double-mouthed embrace of our needful kiss.

After a long time, I let go, and rose to my knees, to straddle his head.
I felt naughtily egoistic for a bit as I mounted his face, and felt him
kiss up between my legs, to start pleasuring me in the manner he had
started earlier. Only this time, I didn't resist, riding his tongue,
writhing on top of him, until I came, clenching my thighs around his
face whilst I rocked in the grip of my orgasm.  When the last shreds of
my pleasures where faded, I let go, and dropped down next to him to curl
up against his soft, curvy frame, nuzzling at his breasts for a moment,
before kissing his lips sweetly, "That was so good, Ranma-kun... " I
whispered to him in a tender and probably a bit (cheerfully) drained
voice.

Ranma simply nodded, hazy himself from this experience, and I kissed him
again, tasting myself on his lips, before I went on, to explain "I
wanted to show you.. Show you the only way you'd know in your guts it
was true, that I love you in any forms you are. And that being a woman
doesn't make you half a man." I whispered, cuddling myself against him.
Well, he was cuddlier this way.

I blushed at my thoughts. Oh my.  Am I turning into a lesbian? Not that
I'd mind it, really, well, if it was not exclusively, I mean. Ranma was
so cute this way, too. And he was still Ranma. Really.

Gently, I pushed my face down, rubbing my cheeks and lips along his
skin, tasting the accumulated salty perspiration of a whole night of
sex, caressing his flesh, feeling him tremble from my loving licks,
suckles and kisses. "You see, you made me come so good, Ranma-kun." I
whispered throatily, in what I hoped was a very sexy purr.  I almost
giggled at the effect that had on Ranma, who jerked reflexively. I
stopped it immediately, though. Then it hit me.  Kasumi the sex-kitten.
That was so... ridiculous sounding!  I switched to another thread of
thoughts before I couldn't contain my laughter or started meowing. It
-really- wouldn't do to really frighten poor Ranma on his first
experience like that.

"You made me come so often tonight..." I added, feeling his own pride
swell at this. I had better stop before his ego grew to epic
proportions, as I knew it so often did. I bet he was already concluding
in his mind that since he had been able to pleasure me as a girl,
lacking in some ways for the job (I know he's a bit of a macho
chauvinist at times, but I love him anyway), he must be really good.

As I licked down his belly, to kiss inside of his thighs, gently opening
them, putting his knees on my shoulders as I buried my face between his
legs, breathing in his quite different scent. Tonight, I will have
tasted him in both of his genders, in both of his forms. And loved him
all the way.  Maybe I like to experiment a little as well. This was sure
different. I hesitantly ran my tongue against him, feeling him arch
himself, while I tasted him. Yes, different, and tasty.  I more eagerly
plunged on, all but devouring my sweet Ranma, exploring, discovering
what he liked. It's true what they say, I think, a girl is better suited
to knowing what a girl -needs-. This lead to one of my better
performance of the night. And to Ranma's mind-blowing orgasm.  And
finally to that little disaster of Akane walking in on us.

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Back to the Present
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That was a mess. What a sight for her to walk into. I should have been
more careful.  She was probably just worried about me since I wasn't up
and preparing breakfast already.

I shook my head, clearing my thoughts some more. It was already morning,
after all. Not that I had noticed.  I shook my head again, half in
disgust at my own behavior in not preparing for this, and half again
before I just needed to clear my mind.  Enough reminiscing, I needed to
talk to my little sister, who must now be feeling betrayed in the most
hurtful manner, and probably talk to my whole family.

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End of part 1!

And while waiting for part 2, think about -

Some more sex.

Ranma and Kasumi plan their future together!

Even more sex.

Kasumi announces her relationship with Ranma to her family. Will Akane
be devastated? Will Soun make more wedding plans?  Will Nabiki sell the
information to mentally unbalanced martial artists?  Will Kuno learn to
put his pants on one leg at a time?

Still more sex.

Well, maybe not all that.

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Author's notes:

Note 1- Kasumi looks too forward, need to set up early in the chronology
how she is starting to weary of things. Subtly, but not too subtly.

Note 2- oh yeah, all the sections titles are very .. silly and
tentative. Spur of the moment stuff. But then, most of this fic it,
so....

Note 3- Akane/Ranma breakup is a bit pushed hurriedly through. Sure,
it's so I can get on with my story, but still... Maybe look into it.
Same about the parent's reactions. Also, find some way not to have them
try and push another engagement through right away.

Oh and yes, I was very influenced by such works as "Kasumi and Spice and
Everything Nice" short series by Anand Rao, "Red Shoe Kasumi" by
Superdude and finaly "Guilty Secret" by Angus MacSpon.  And last but not
least, Richard Lawson's "Heart of the Home". This one was so obvious I
forgot to mention it.  I also hope none of these authors find it
insulting to be mentioned as having contributed to inspire me to write
this 'fic.

Also, I have only read Ranma 1/2 up to volume 18 (that's all that's been
published translated in French).  I am none too clear about whatever
happens after that point in the series.