I ain't finished with this, but I've been working on it off and on for
quite a while now, and expect to be done with the @#!$%#%$!%$^&@ thing
before too much longer.
This is based off of
the Gratuity prolog by
Michael Chen (Zenki) and Megane 6.7
michael.h.chen@yale.edu
fcasper@yesic.com
and I'd like to ask their permision to post that with this if I ever
get around to posting it to r.a.a.c
This starts right after the end of the prolog, but goes a little
differently.
Enjoy, or whatever,
Suika (who as always appreciates any comments, and turned 24
yesterday. gyahh.)
(I rather think the first little bit is enough to squick you if the
rest of the story will, but, just to be sure, there is a lot of f/f
sex in this. Don't read it unless you want to.)
------------------------------ cut here ------------------------------
Well, I just went and re-read _Gratuity_, and got inspired.
This isn't just my fault, in other words, and takes up right after the prolog
of _Gratuity_ ends.
**
Day One: Mistakes
*One last chance to make him back out.* `Now. We should make sure that
our ideas about this challenge match.' I smile at my iinazuke, picking up the
fire pail conveniently resting on the floor.
`Huh? How do you mean?' Ranma blinks, cutely confused.
`This, baka.' I lean in, pour the water over the taller boy, then kiss
the smaller girl firmly, my fingers making short work work of the ties on
Ranma's pants.
`What are you doing?' Ranma almost sqeaks, her back arching to press
herself more firmly against my hands.
`Do you want me to stop?' my voice is husky, my hands working the ties
on Ranma's shirt.
Ranma is keeping her hands to herself, pressing herself against the
my groping hands, `No. Don't stop. Why?' she pauses to suck in her breath,
`Thought . we . were 'sposed . to be proving' she moans softly as my hand cups
her breast, `feminity.' Ranma's eyes close and her head rolls back.
`What, do you think this is,' I catch a hardened nipple between my lips
for an instant, `Unfeminine?'
Ranma moans softly once more, `No,' she barely manages to get out. She
suddenly closes her eyes, pulling herself backwards out of my grip.
`What?' I reach, stricken.
`Not here, Oyaji'll be back too soon.' Ranma quickly refastens her
belt, looking down at her shaking fingers.
`My room. Now,' my voice is strangely hard, unyeilding. Ranma leads
the way out of the room, carefully checking for any possible observers,
apparently seeing none. I follow, my hands on Ranma, stroking the smaller
girl's back. We enter my room, glancing quickly around to make sure that there
is no one else present, then I lock the door. Instantly Ranma is upon me,
callused hands caressing with eager, careful abandon, pressing my skirt up as
her fingers make slow circles on my thighs. `Stop a moment,' my voice is
soft, husky.
`If you really want me to.' Ranma's fingers stop, still against soft
skin and dampening cotton.
`I do.' I grab the smaller girl and throw her onto the bed, halfway
across the room.
Ranma makes a strangled squeek when she lands, her fingers going to her
shirt, opening the frogs with quick, jerky movements. She has her pants untied
by the time I reach the bed, and turns her attention on me as I strip almost as
quickly as she had. My dark grey skirt hits the ground at the same time as
Ranma's pants, leaving us both only clad in shirts and underwear.
Ranma sits up, her shirt hanging open, and I think I stop breathing.
Ranma blinks in amusement, her breasts moving slightly with each breath, and
my eyes following the movement exactly, still without breathing. One hand
reaches up, pressing aside the shirt, slipping slowly across a nipple, and
I still don't think I'm breathing.
`Hey, if you don't start breathin' soon you're gonna pass out.' Ranma
leans forward and nibbles lightly at my breast through my shirt, and I finally
starts breathing again with a sharp gasp.
-
I bite a little harder on Akane's breast, the warm flesh yielding
against my teeth. Strong hands wrap themselves in my hair, pulling me more
firmly against her. Suddenly I want . . . I don't know what I want. An
uncharacteristic moan escapes my throat, and the soft cotton under my lips
suddenly isn't enough. I release her for a moment, pull up her shirt, the
straps on her bra confusing me for an instant before I get the rear-hook open.
She doesn't help much, tangling my arms in my shirt as she tries to
push it back off my shoulders, and I have to pull back from her a little bit to
get free of it. Finally the thing is out of the way, and I turn back to Akane,
her lovely skin still hidden by her shirt. I grab her left wrist, and
carefully unbutton the cuff. I pull that sleeve off her arm, then let her have
it back as I turn to the other one. She's worrying at my boxers, shoving them
down a little bit on each side one handed, and I finally get the other button
open. She doesn't get very far with my boxers, since I've got my legs crossed,
but she manages to shove them down far enough to expose the top of my pubic
hair. I'd be embarrased, but I've almost got her other sleeve off, which would
let me toss her shirt . . . got it. The shirt joins the clutter on the floor,
and I get her bra half off. She takes the hint, lobbing it to the floor as
well.
`Hey.' I kiss her again, amazed by the softness of her lips, the
strength of her tongue as it wrestles with my own, the sweaty perfection of her
skin against my own. I pull her on top of me, reaching down with both hands to
grab her underwear, nibbling franticly on her lips as the two of us fight
gravity and the suction of wet cotton against damp skin to shove her underwear
off. I cup her bare buttocks in my hands, the sweat-damp skin slick against my
fingers, and she moans, pressing herself against me harder, her delicious
weight making it difficult to breathe.
She shifts position, straddling my waist, resting her chest against
mine as she grabs my boxers again, this time forcing them down to my knees, and
I manage to wiggle them the rest of the way off. I pull against her again, and
this time she sinks all the way down against me, her soft skin sliding wetly on
the sheen of sweat between our bodies. I gasp when she shifts her thigh, the
muscular mass of it sudden, invasive, between my own. She brings it forward,
spreading my thighs, until it brushes against the damp slit of my vulva,
lightly teasing. I arch underneath her, pressing my vulva firmly against her
thigh, and she gasps as well.
I hold her firmly against me as I bring my own thigh up, gasping at the
sudden damp warmth of her. She moans, deap in her throat, and I can no longer
keep my hips still, rocking them hard against her thigh. She almost instantly
matches my motion with her own, her greater weight pressing me firmly into her
bed, her thigh grinding hard against my vulva, the sensation exquisite, almost
painful in its intensity.
I look up at her, and there is such an open expression of soft
affection on her features, so unlike the hard, driven look she normally wears,
or the closed in expression that I would have expected from the textbooks. I
force a smile onto my face, drawn by her lovely gaze, and she smiles back,
kisses me on my forehead. That soft touch, barely felt, drives me over the
edge of orgasm, and I clutch her to me as the warm chemical wash flows through
me.
A moment later she orgasms as well, and I carefully hold her against
me, the hot still summer air warm against my sides as our sweat drips and
mingles.
`So, That is what it feels like to get laid.' I murmor into her ear.
-
`So that is what it feels like to get laid,' she murmors into my ear,
her voice deep and husky, her breath hot even in the humid air of late summer.
I shiver at the way it makes me feel, the way her belly and chest feel
underneath me, the warm wet way they wiggle as she speaks in that wonderful
voice, `I think I want to do that again. How about you?'
`Mmmm,' the idea sounds lovely, but I don't think I can move. I shift
slightly, and a droplet of sweat falls off my nose, sliding slowly along her
cheek before I catch it with my tongue, `I think I'd die if I tried that again
right now,' she makes a small, disappointed noise, so I continue, `How about
this instead,' and I start slowly kissing my way across her face, nibbling
lightly on one perfect cheek, taking that lovely little nose between my lips
and nibbling on the bridge of it, then pause to flutter my eyelashes against
one sensative cheek. She moans, loudly enough to scare me for a moment, then
starts kissing me back.
-
`I hadn't imagined that it would affect me so much,' Ranma murmors into
my ear, her cheek separated from mine by only the thinnest film of sweat.
`What, getting laid?' I murmor back, glorying in the soft press of her
breasts against me, the padded firmness of her hips and thighs.
`Yep.'
`Hmm, you're right, I got a lot more than physical enjoyment out of
this.'
`So, how about we modify the deal a little bit?'
`How so?' I ask, bringing one hand up to stroke softly at her neck.
`Mmm, that feels nice. Anyone who squicks us we get double for, and
half for anyone we wouldn't sleep wi, make love with again.'
`What does "squick" mean?'
`Makes one squirm. Like my mom, or Kasumi,' Ranma rubs her face firmly
against mine.
`Hmm, so that means one gets normal points for someone who "squicks" us
but we wouldn't want to make love to again?'
`Yep. Something like that,' Ranma shakes her head slightly.
`What is it?'
`Just thinking. I think the only woman I know who squicks me is my
mom.'
`What about Kasumi?' she did just use her as an example, after all.
`She's been hot for my girl body since I got here.'
`Cologne?'
`She's a little wrinkly, but a nice enough old bat.'
`That old woman who throws water on the road?'
`She's got a thing for young women, but she knows I'm just a guy.'
Ranma's laugh is warm against my ear, and suddenly I want her again, even if
she did just admit to being a total,
`What about guys?'
`Eww. No thank you. I'm sure I can bed enough cute girls to make up
for it, though,' she laughs again, `Besides, I don't know a single one who'd be
worth bedding again, so I'd only get half credit for 'em anyway.'
`What about Doctor Tofu?' I wouldn't mind,
`He wouldn't let me into his bed the first time, so I don't have to
worry about it.'
-
`Kasumi?' I ask the tall girl, standing diffidently, dressed only in a
Yukata.
`What, Ranma-kun?' her wonderful voice stirs all too familiar feelings,
and I can feel my nipples hardening, lubricant beginning once more to dampen my
labia. She notices my nipples harden, and blushes ever so faintly, her
breathing catching for an instant, then restarting a tiny bit faster than
before.
I smile up at her, take the two steps necessary to press my breasts
against her lower chest, only then speaking, `You want me, don't you.'
`No. Of course not.' Her voice is weak, unconvincing.
`Oh? These wouldn't indicate that to me,' I stroke one firmly erect
nipple through her shirt and bra, leaving a damp spot that will doubtless dry
to a faint white stain of salt.
`Ooh,' she murmors, her hands cupping the back of my head, `I want you
so much, but Akane would kill me,' one hand drops, sliding inside of my yukata
to cup my breast, trapping my nipple between two fingers and twisting it
lightly. I press myself against her, her thigh warm against my mons, even
through three layers of clothing.
`So, If I get her to join,' I break off, gasping, as her fingers clutch
my breast tightly, convulsively, `it'll be OK?'
`If,' her eyes are wide, her pupils like limpid black pools, `that'd be
wonderful.'
I wrap my hands firmly about her luscious form, hug myself tightly
against her soft curves, then step back, `Back in a moment.'
-
`What?' I murmor as Ranma shakes me gently awake.
`Got us one.'
`One what?'
`A girl. Really cute one, wants us both at once, too,' she smiles that
little girl's smile that I never could resist, even when she's a boy.
`Really?'
`Really,' her lips find my neck, and I stretch the skin alongside my
throat, pressing up as she nibbles on it lightly.
`Who?'
`Don't hit me,' she pulls back, `Or her. She's afraid you'd hurt her
if you found out.'
`I wouldn't do that!' I lie through my teeth, and from the look on
Ranma's face she knows that's exactly what it is.
`Kasumi,' she murmors, and I notice my fist has balled itself up and
thrown itself at her face. I catch it, flatten it out, and stroke my fingers
lightly across the soft skin of her cheek, amused by the way her head turns,
chasing my fingers, until finally she catches them between her lips, sucking on
them lightly. I stare up at her, entranced, stupified by the way such a simple
act makes me feel.
`Ooh,' someone moans, and after a moment I realize it was me, `Sure,
Kasumi sounds wonderful. Just don't stop that.' She smiles around my fingers,
her tongue continuing its intricate swirling.
After several long moments I pull my fingers back, and she sits back,
the yukata clinging to her damp form in a way that suddenly lets me know she's
not wearing anything else.
`So, how long has Kasumi lusted after your body?' I ask, after
swallowing the lump in my throat.
`I didn't realize it until recently, but since I got here,' I must
have looked confused, for she continues, `Textbooks really do teach useful
stuff, sometimes.'
`Oh,' escapes softly from between my lips. She sits up on her knees,
pulling me into a tight hug.
`So, shall we go see what fun we can have with Kasumi?' I look down to
see the most lascivious look on her face.
`Let's.'
-
`Got her!' Ranma smiles as she addresses Kasumi, pulling me into my
older sister's room. I shift self-consciously, pulling my yukata free of my
skin, only to have it stick to it again.
`Ooh, so you did,' the look on Kasumi's face is something I'd never
thought to see there, ever. Her gaze is frank, appraising, and pleased, all at
the same time. Her breath is uneven, and her eyes look strange, although I
can't place why.
`I don't think I'd be able to survive doing it again in this heat,'
Ranma's voice is regretful, `So, I was thinking maybe we could adjurn to
someplace where we could cool off a little bit, like the bathroom. The tile
may be a little hard, but,'
`The water is whatever temperature we want, isn't it?' Kasumi finishes
for her.
`Good. Let's go,' I can't believe how wet the idea of having my older
sister is making me. The thought of that warm, luscious skin covered in
goosebumps and cool water, her thighs clamped tightly about my hand, her eyes
half-lidded as she urges me on . . .
I catch each of the others by the hand and lead them down to the bath.
I watch as Ranma makes sure, once again, that the signs are out, then
braces the door between the laundry room and the bathroom shut. That done she
skims out of the yukata in three quick movements, untying the belt, then
shrugging her shoulders to drop it on the floor. Kasumi gasps softly behind
me, and I wonder if I left the finger-shaped bruises on her right breast.
Ranma reaches behind me to catch Kasumi's right hand, placing it firmly on her
breast, and I know who inflicted them. I start to turn to berrate my sister
for bruising my iinazuke when I notice the soft, pleased look on Ranma's face
as Kasumi softly strokes the bruised flesh in a manner that must have really
hurt.
I drop my yukata to the floor next to Ranma's, `I think someone here is
overdressed.'
`Really? Who could that be?' I stare at my sister, shocked by this
unexpected playfulness.
`I don't know, but someone seems to still have on an apron. May I take
it off of her?'
`I don't think she'd mind that, if you were slow enough about it,'
Kasumi responds to Ranma's gentle words.
Ranma stands on tiptoe, her hands braced lightly against Kasumi's
shoulders, and kisses the underside of Kasumi's jaw.
`MMmm,' Kasumi grabs Ranma's shoulders, pulling her tightly against
her, trapping the apron between them. Ranma's fingers untie the waist as
Kasumi tilts her head back, leaning forward to trap Ranma's lips in a
passionate kiss.
I watch, apalled by the way it makes me feel. Kasumi suddenly reaches
out, pulling me tightly against them, and I almost gasp at the wonderful
sensation, the two lushly curved bodies, one soft, the other hard, pressing
against me. I decide to help with getting Kasumi undressed, and carefully pull
on the apron, gradually pulling it, and, to a lesser degree, her other
clothing, up. I slip the top strap over her head, leaving the apron trapped
between their two bodies as they slowly, blatently, make love in front of me,
one naked, the other still clothed.
Kasumi's grip suddenly tightens against me, as her body tenses for a
moment, and I gasp as I watch her release flood through her. After a moment
she sags, and only my firm grip keeps the two of them upright, as Ranma slowly
works to bring Kasumi off again. Kasumi's eyes are wide, softly lit from
within, but her grip on me is firm, and her grip on Ranma looks positively
cruel. I lean forward, the urge to break Ranma's perfect concentration welling
up within me, and I bite her firmly on the neck.
A sudden change in the salty taste startles me, and I pull back,
releasing my hold on her neck. I let go of the other two, jerking roughly out
of Kasumi's grip as I watch the slow welling redness on Ranma's pale skin,
knowing that it is on my lips as well. I back up, rapidly, slamming into the
wall with painful force.
-
As my hand continues to stroke Kasumi through her dress, bringing her
back up towards orgasm again, I notice Akane leaning forward. I tilt my head
to one side as she reaches for my neck, almost moaning as I feel her teeth
touch my skin. Instants later I do moan, the sudden warm flare of pain
breaking through my defenses as she breaks the skin. Almost instantly she's
gone, and I barely get my head around before she slams against the wall with a
painful sounding thump.
I sag against Kasumi, all of her hard work on me put to naught, and
kiss her shoulder through her dress. Suddenly I feel like crying. I let
myself sink to the floor, taking Kasumi's apron with me. After a moment I
force myself up.
-
`Akane,' Ranma's voice is at once soft, gentle, and horribly angry,
`That was really rude of you.' I nod, not looking up, `If I don't tell you to
stop doing something,' her fingers pull up my chin, forcing me to look into her
clear, saphire eyes, `Don't stop. OK?' She suddenly smiles at me, and my
apprehension slowly fades. She leans in, kisses me softly, gently, her tongue
invading my mouth like it belonged there, somehow.
`You're not mad at me for,' I stroke her neck softly, only realizing
when she moans that it must hurt quite a lot.
`No. If you hadn't let go,' Ranma looks down, almost embarrassed,
`You'da probably brought me to orgasm.'
That does it, I start giggling.
`What?' Ranma smiles at me, taking the bite from her incredulous word.
`You don't seem the type to use clinical terms.'
Her puzzled face keeps me giggling as she replies, `What else would I
use? Can't very well go 'round using the slang the boys use, makes my skin
crawl.'
Her flat words calm me quickly, so I turn to Kasumi, who is kneeling
next to us, still clothed, `Someone is still overdressed.'
`So she is.' Ranma slips around behind Kasumi, the warm sheen of sweat
glistening on her skin shining in the light, making her seem even more
beautiful than she had earlier. Quick, sure fingers have button undone and
zipper drawn down to Kasumi's hips in moments, and I pull the dress forward off
her shoulders, then draw off her bra after Ranma undoes the rear hook.
She stands, Ranma's fingers tucked under the waist of her underwear,
and I press my face to treasure revealed when Ranma pulls them down, flicking
the sweet nub of her clit with my tongue, glorying in the feel of power it
gives me. I catch her as she sags against me, holding her soft, firm hips in
my hands as her fingers tangle in my hair.
I nip it lightly, pleased by the tighter pull and forward thrust of her
hips, and continue to lick the nub, which seems to throb against my lips.
After a few caressing strokes of my tongue I nip at it again, and she gasps,
going rigid against me, a warm rush of her juices flowing down my face. I
stroke her slowly, firmly with my tongue, then begin to speed up again after a
moment. At this she pulls me away.
`I think I'm a little warm. We did come here for the ready
availability of cold water, didn't we?' Ranma seems to take the hint, turning
the shower attachment on, carefully testing the water against her hand, then
bringing it over and slucing Kasumi down with it.
She then proceeds to slowly wash it over her front, caressing herself
with one hand as she directs the flow of water with the other, and I can feel
my patience wavering as I watch. Kasumi, apparently, has no patience, for she
tackles Ranma before she's even finished with her bruised right breast, and I
notice with annoyance that the bruises, not even half an hour old, have already
faded to the ugly green that indicates they're almost healed. Ranma somehow
manages to keep her head from smacking against the tile, which would doubtless
be bad for the tile, and her fingers wind with wanton abandon into Kasumi's
hair, pulling her tightly against that breast.
I watch with fascination as Kasumi bites hard, not quite breaking the
skin, but hard enough that I'd be screaming in pain. Ranma's almost screaming,
but it definately isn't pain. Kasumi turns to the other breast, and I stare at
the overlapping pattern of teeth marks on Ranma's breast, shocked at Kasumi's
viciousness, then suddenly Ranma does scream, then goes limp against the floor,
her face soft with contentment, her fingers stroking Kasumi's hair with gentle
strength. There are three perfect set of teeth marks on Ranma's left breast,
concentric about her nipple, and I shudder at the thought of that much pain.
Ranma just moans, softly, `More, please, Kasumi.'
I slink over to them, run the water through my hair, then across my
sweaty flesh, amazed to feel cool for the first time in hours. That
accomplished, I hook the showerhead back onto its upper hook, so it flows down
over the three of us.
`More, you say?' I smile wickedly, pleased to note that the bite on her
neck has stopped bleeding. I lean across the both of them, plant my lips
against her throat, then slowly lick my way over to the bite, sucking lightly
at the dried blood, then work my way down her shoulder, up Kasumi's, and then
down Kasumi's back to Ranma's belly again. Both of them are gasping lightly by
the time I reach Ranma's cute little patch of curly hair, then Ranma grabs my
butt hard as I sink my tongue into her, flicking it over her cute litttle clit
before sliding it in as far as it will go, the salty taste of her juices so
different from either the tang of her blood, the sharp sweetness of her sweat,
different even from Kasumi's juices. She gasps, her hips rocking up against
me, and I smile, my lips still pressed to her petals.
Ranma's hand slips off my butt, and Kasumi's soft hands wrap about my
hips, lifting me, holding me, swinging my legs over her shoulders. I stop what
I'm doing to look, shocked by the thought of what I see Kasumi doing, then
Ranma's moan of protest makes me turn back to my self appointed task, even as
Kasumi's tongue slips between my lips and across my clit, stroking the bundle
of nerves in a manner that I find most, enjoyable.
I feel like I'm gonna come just from that, but I don't, and I somehow
manage a new rhythm, my mouth full of Ranma's tender flesh, determined not
to let her down. Kasumi's tongue against me goads me on, and I suck harder
against Ranma's lovely little clit, the tiny thing seeming to jump against me,
and I fight down the urge to bite it. She might like it, but . . . I give it a
firm nip, unsure of my own strength, and she comes suddenly, bathing my face in
juice, almost getting it up my nose, and I wonder about the two girls I'm with.
I never get this wet . . . Kasumi groans behind me, biting my clit as she
falls over sideways, pulling me down with her, and when I look up at her her
face is glistening.
I turn myself around, start kissing my beautiful eldest sister's face,
confirming my dreadful suspicion.
-
After a nice long lukewarm soak we go our separate ways.
I contemplate who might be willing, then dress once more. This time I
dig out the soft, white filmy fabric that makes up the traditional undergarment
for a yukata, then pull my yukata on over it, sure that I'll suffer for it
later, because the stuff is just dreadful to wear. But it looks really nice,
and keeps sweat from showing on the yukata, so.
Who might be willing. Looking back I suddenly remember the way Nabiki
groped me when I first got here, the tender, almost enthralled way her fingers
kept coming back, kept stroking my breasts. Gathering myself up I go to
Nabiki's door, knock, then let myself in. She's sitting up in her bed, her
shorts a little bit out of place, but zipped and buttoned, and her face totally
flushed. Emboldened by my discovery I walk over, forced to quick ladylike
steps by the tight hadagi.[This is a Japanese generic for underwear; there is a
specific for this kind, but I can't remember it for the life of me, so --S]
`No. I'm not going to have sex with you.' I blink at her, she
suddenly seems even more flushed, and her voice isn't steady, `I'm also not
going to have sex with you and Akane. I most definately am not going to have
sex with you, Akane, and Kasumi!' Her voice gets ever more intense, but she
doesn't raise the volume.
I stroke my knuckles along the edge of my jaw, `Are you,' I continue
down, along the outer flap of my yukata, over my right breast, managing to
suppress the shudder that tries to escape as my fingers pass over the bruised
flesh, `Sure?'
`Yes!' she snaps, her voice strained, one of her hands seemingly trying
to sneak into her shorts, the other almost reaching for me.
`OK,' I smile, lean forward and kiss her lightly on the cheek, then
turn and slither to the door on quickly moving feet. Once there I turn around,
pleased to see her hand has risen to touch her cheek, `Just tell me if you
change your mind.' I smile at her again, and this time she smiles back.
I shut the door behind me, turn, and stot down the stairs, knees
straight, just using my ankles to bounce my way from step to step. Once down I
start towards the door, wondering who might be a good catch, since Saotome
Ranma never looses a challenge, no matter how silly.
Whell, I think to myself, I only have one person who the thought of
having, making love too squicks me. Female person, I make a face, at least.
That decided I slip on a pair of zoori, and head out the door.
-
`Mother,' I greet her when she opens the door, smiling up at her.
`Ranma! Come in, come in,' she waits for me to bounce up the last
step, since I really don't think I can manage it properly in this outfit, then
closes the door behind me. `That isn't the most ladylike way of managing
steps,' she almost frowns at me.
I smile back, `I know. I thought maybe you could help me with that and
some other things. I can barely walk in this, let alone manage a flight of
steps.'
She smiles at me, and gestures for me to preceed her into the house.
After a moment she says, `Well, you've got the walk down, that "I don't really
have feet" glide.' I stop when I get to the sitting room, and she quickly
gestures me to sit, `Would you like some tea or something?'
`Tea would be nice, it'll help with what I want to ask you.' She
glides off, and I notice what she means, the way she just seems to float across
the floor. She wafts back into the room with a small teapot and two cups on a
tray, which she sets on the low table in front of us.
`What did you want to ask?' she pours us both tea, me first, then
herself.
`Well,' I look down, letting the embarrassment color my cheeks, `I was
hoping you could help teach me something,' I take a quick sip of my tea.
`And it has to do with being ladylike?' she looks at me over the rim of
her teacup.
`Not directly, no.' I look down, staring at my tea.
`Then does it have to do with being manly?'
I nod, reluctanly.
`Could you tell me what it is?'
I take a deep, calming breath, let it out again, then look up into my
mother's eyes, `I don't know if I could,' my courage fails a moment, and I look
down, taking a sip of my tea, then continue without looking up, `properly
please a woman.'
`And you came to me because?' her voice is remarkably steady.
`I thought you might be able to teach me, being older and wiser and
all.'
She just breaks out laughing, so I look up at her. She apparently had
the foresight to set down her teacup, for it is on the table and she's rolling
on the floor, laughing herself green. I set my teacup down and hurry over to
her, gathering her up and patting her back as she breathes raggedly, trying to
recover around bursts of laughter and caughing.
`What's so funny?' I ask, genuinely baffled.
`That you would think I've any experience.'
`Well, you must have some. I mean, I'm here, right?'
That sets her off again, and she clings to me tightly, rolling her face
against my breasts as she laughs so hard tears flow from her eyes. I fight
down the winces as she repeatedly stretches the bruised flesh in ways that
would be interesting if someone else were doing it, or the situation were a
little different.
`I take it my father is not much of a lover, then,' I say, deadpan.
`Ain't that the truth!' she gasps, getting herself back under control
again. I stroke her cheek lightly with my knuckles, my other hand stroking her
side from her shoulderblade down her hip to her thigh. She gasps, her eyes
going wide, her pupils dialating.
`So, you don't have anything you would like to teach me?'
`Why are you a girl, if I'm to teach you about manly things?'
`It would be easier to follow the teachings if both of us have the same
parts, wouldn't it?'
`Perhaps,' she murmors, her lips slightly parted, and her breathing
ragged, but for an entirely different reason, this time. I lean forward,
drawing her face up, and kiss her softly on the lips.
`Also, like this, nothing can happen that we can't deny,' I murmor,
stroking one hand over her bosom through her kimono.
`That is true,' she murmors, her pupils big, her irises darkened almost
to match, `Doesn't this bother you?' her hands stroke my sides, and my breath
draws in with a hiss.
`No, it feels wonderful,' I kiss her forehead, her nose, then her lips
in turn as her head rises again.
`That I'm your mother.'
`I hardly know you,' she looks a little stricken at my words, but they
are the truth, `So that hardly comes into play, we're both girls, so that
doesn't come into play, and you're very desirable, so if you don't want out I'm
willing to go as far as you want.'
She smiles at me, nibbling lightly at my jaw, `Well, that's pretty far,
are you sure?'
`I won't back down,' I nibble at her neck, feeling the tight ridge of
muscle at the back squirm under my teeth, and she umbles softly, shifting to
press it further into my mouth, so I bite it a little harder. She moans, her
arms closing about me convulsively, `You like pain too?'
`Too? So you have that trait as well?' one of her hands grabs a big
pinch of my neck, twists it cruelly, and I sag, boneless, into her arms, a
happy moan fighting its way out my throat.
`Yes,' I mumble around my mouthful of neck.
-
After our bath, rather cool in deference to the heat of the day and
Ranma's desire to remain female, we all go our separate ways. I notice Ranma,
dressed once more in a yukata, but this time with the proper hadagi under it,
float into Nabiki's room. I trail after her, hearing the strange resonance in
Nabiki's voice as she declares her lack of intent, and the calm acceptance in
Ranma's voice. I duck back into my room as Ranma's almost silent steps
approach the door.
I listen as she bounces down the steps, her pace remarkably light for
my friend who never looses, since Nabiki turned her down. Maybe she thinks
Nabiki will change her mind.
Hmmm. Speaking of minds, Ranma's cute iinazuke has a good one. Maybe
I could corrupt it. A smile escapes at the thought, and I hurriedly get ready
for the chase. Tight black shirt. Sheer black stockings, rather than
pantyhose. Long black skirt. Black patent leather shoes, and long black
gloves to complete the look. I smirk at the almost ridiculous sight in the
mirror, pull out my only pair of sunglasses, then laugh, since they push it
over that edge. I lob them back onto the table, spin around to admire the
look, then set out, my shoes in hand. I slip them on in the genkan, then yell,
`Ittekimasu!'
`Itterashai!' Kasumi calls from somewhere inside.
-
`Welcome . . .' Ukyou's voice chokes off as she recognizes who walked
in the door.
`Hello!' I greet her happily, pleased by the way her eyes seem unable
to leave my form, traveling up and down in convulsive jerks.
`What's up, Akane-chan?' she manages, her voice almost hoarse-sounding,
it's so husky.
`I thought I'd come visit the kawaii iinazuke,' I smile at her, sitting
down at the counter. I reach over the grill, catch her right hand, and draw it
to my lips, kissing it gently, but with blatent intent.
She jerks it back, glares at her knuckles, then wipes them on her
tights, `What can I get you?'
I can't let such a great straight line pass, `Anything you want,' I
smile, drawing one hand across my cheek and over my lips, `Oh, you meant food,'
I glance over her head at the menu, `A shrimp special, I think.'
`Hai, O-machii,' she murmors, blinking, then busies herself at the
grill. Moments later there's an okonomiyaki in front of me.
I let a disappointed look onto my face at the sight, `What, no messages
of love or hatred for me?'
`I don't,' she draws the plate back, works with the sauce a moment,
then hands it back, `This better?'
I read the message, `Yes,' I say, looking her in the eye so that she'll
know I mean to answer both, rather than just the verbal question.
`When?' she looks startled, like she didn't expect the word to come out
of her mouth.
`I'm free until late this evening. I should warn you that I haven't
been out dancing before.'
`Ever?' she sounds apalled, somehow, as If I've been deprived.
`Ever. Is it all that much fun?' I ask.
`It's almost the most fun one can have with clothes on, although a lot
of girls would tell you that it's more fun than most of the stuff one can do
with one's clothes off, too,' she smiles at me, and I suddenly remember that
she went to an all-boys school for a long while.
`I wouldn't be so sure of that,' I smile at her, and am treated to the
sight of her doing a doubletake at me.
`Who?' she asks.
I glance around the shop, noticing all of the listeners, `Later.'
She noticed my glance, and nods. I finish the okonomiyaki, and when I
look up I notice that Konatsu has taken over the grill, and then she reappears
dressed in a pair of dark slacks and a long-sleeved white t-shirt. She looks
unbelievably handsome in it, and just about everyone in the room sways at the
sight.
She presents her arm to me, `My lady,' she murmors, her voice deeper
than normal, and I take her arm, setting my fingers lightly against her shirt.
After a couple steps she stops, `A moment,' she says, carefully lifting my
fingers off her arm. She gathers her bandoleer and spatulas, sliding the big
one into its hook on her back, then presents her arm again.
I slip my fingers onto it, liking the contrast between my black gloves
and the whiteness of her shirt. `Do you take girls out like this often?'
`Not anymore. Last year it was a little different.'
I look up at her, and she smiles back, the expression softening her
face somehow. I blush, look down, `How so?'
`I was in an all boys school, y'know? I couldn't let anyone suspect,
since I wouldn't get tuition or board back if they kicked me out, so I would
take the occasional girl out. Most of them knew I was a girl, and were OK with
that, but a couple of them just thought I was just a wonderful guy,' there's
something dark about her tone, and I suddenly want to comfort her.
`Well, you are, even if you are a girl as well,' we pause at a street
corner, so I take the chance to kiss her. Her lips are soft, like Ranma's,
full of controlled power. She tastes different, a tiny hint of astringent soap
over her own sweet taste, and I rub myself playfully against her front,
noticing the thin softness in her pants, and the flatness of her bound chest,
`You pass really well. If I didn't know better, I could almost think you were
a real boy!' I smile at her to take the sting from my words, the softly dazed
look on her face making me want her so badly. I shake myself, apalled by the
way my thoughts have turned, but wanting the tall girl anyway.
`Some people would say the same about you, sometimes,' she smirks at
me, and I almost flare up at her.
Instead, I kiss her again, this time giving in to the urge, slipping my
tongue between her lips, supporting myself on the tips of my toes and by my
arms about her neck. This provokes her to an unexpected passion, and her lips
are joined by her hands stroking with controlled power down my back, pulling me
tightly against her.
After a moment she pulls back, `We should get out of here, before
someone comes along.' I blink at the appalling thought of Kunou showing up
now.
`That would not be good. We might mess up your nice clothes,' I
breath softly at her, stroking her firm, flat belly through her shirt.
`That would be horrible, I'm sure,' she banters back, presenting her
arm again.
-
This time I pay attention as she goes up the stairs ahead of me, and I
follow her example, managing the steps without killing myself, or looking too
silly. She turns at the door to a room, gesturing me inside ahead of her. I
bow slightly to her as I go through, and she follows, her presence warm against
my back. I make a move to help when she begins to lay out a futon, `No, don't.
I want to do this myself, OK?' I nod acceptance, stepping out of the way.
After a moment she is finished, and sits herself in seiza by the bed,
`Come over here.'
I drift rapidly over, and her hands make quick work of my obi, folding
it carefully before leaning over and setting it out of the way. My yukata
joins it quickly, followed by the hadagi, and she smiles before nipping at my
belly.
She pulls back, and her appraising glance suddenly makes me conscious
of the fact that while she is still fully clothed I'm standing before her in
nothing more than a pair of tabi, `So you were having some fun earlier?' her
gaze draws mine to the green bruises on my breasts, which retain their
overlapping almost circular shapes.
`Yes. Kasumi gave me most of these.'
`Really?' she smiles up at me, `My son is so manly.'
I almost boggle at the words, `I guess.' I shake my head, drop into
seiza in front of her, and set to work on her obi, adding it to the pile, `I
think someone here is overdressed, and if she doesn't stand up she'll stay that
way.'
Nodoka laughs, standing. I follow the movements I just watched,
carefully stripping off her kimono, folding it, then adding it to the pile.
Her hadagi follows, leaving her clad in just bra, briefs, and tabi, `Isn't that
ridiculously hot like that?' I ask, my head pressed against her breasts as I
work the hook on her bra, then pull it off forward over her arms.
`What do you mean?'
`The hadagi is a perfectly adequite set of underwear all by its
lonesome, right?' I pull her panties down, taking in the warm smell of her
arousal, kissing her sweat-damp pubic hair.
`Perhaps, but it just doesn't seem proper,' her voice drops to nothing
as I kiss my way down the crease between her thigh and mons, finally trailling
off to a faint moan as I plant a firm kiss against her labia.
I sit back again, touching each of her ankles in turn to get her to
step out of her briefs, then toss the damp cotton on top of her bra, `Why?
Happosai doesn't have any interest in the old style. Wearing a bra and briefs
just seems like askin' for it, y'know?' I bend forward, nibbling at her calf
as I work the hooks at the back of her tabi, picking up each of her feet in
turn to get them off.
`Maybe,' she drops to her knees in front of me, exposed in all her
naked glory, and suddenly I'm glad that I barely know this gorgeous woman, `Are
you still sure about this?'
`If you want out, just say the word and I'll get dressed and never
mention it, unless you bring it up, again,' I look down at my hands, palm up on
my bare knees, half hoping she'll bail, half fearing.
Suddenly I'm flying through the air, landing on the futon with a dull
thud. A warm, soft body lands on top of me, and a hard thigh presses down
between my legs with painful force. I moan, shock and pain washing from my
abused breasts, staring up at her as she begins working her thigh between my
legs, which draw up half-instinctually, spreading to give her better access. I
gasp when my thigh comes into contact with her well lubricated vulva, and press
firmly against it.
She grinds her thigh even more fiercely between my own, and I almost
ask her to back off, the feeling is so intense that I almost can't enjoy it,
then, suddenly, I'm orgasming underneath her, the bruises throbbing in time to
the pressing of her thigh against my vulva, then she's gasping weakly on top of
me, her body shaking with the force of her orgasm.
`Goodness,' she breathes softly into my ear, `That's the first time
I've had sex with another person in fifteen years.'
I gape at the thought, `What? How?'
`Your father's ideas of manliness are a little different than mine.'
she nuzzles against my neck, tongueing the new scar of Akane's bite with
careful insistence, `Where did you get this?'
`Akane bit me,' I smile, remembering the pleasant rush that accompanied
the pain, `and it would have been very nice, but she panicked and cracked
her head on the wall pulling away from me.'
`That wasn't very nice of her,' she nibbles lightly at the tendon up
the front corner of my neck, pressing it firmly between her teeth, then shifts
back, grabbing my deltoid where it slips up my neck to the back of my head,
nibbling the tense muscle, then biting it firmly. I groan, twisting half
sideways to give her better access.
She suddenly turns me over onto my belly, shifting to straddle my hips,
and I gasp in sudden shock as she begins to work over the muscles of my back,
somehow managing to make each one scream in painful shock before relaxing into
a blissful lastitude. After mere moments I'm floating, again, in a cloud of
bliss, only this time it feels like it could last forever.
`Wow.' I manage after a long time. She bites the back of my neck
lightly, then climbs off. I moan my distress as her lovely weight leaves,
subsiding when she takes my my left calf in her hand, her other hand working
the hooks on my tabi. Moments later she has both of them off, and she taps my
side, prompting me to roll over. I somehow manage, feeling boneless, and I
smile up at her beautiful form.
`Let's try something a little different, now,' she smiles, stroking my
vulva with a gentle finger.
`Please,' I somehow manage to gasp, enthralled by the way she's making
me feel.
`You sure?' she asks, her finger sliding between my labia, the tip
disappearing into the folds.
`Yes,' I gaze up at her with what I hope are pleading eyes, `please.'
`OK,' she presses more of her finger between my labia, and I can feel
it sliding inside of me. She strokes it out, the strange feeling drawing back
to the familiar feel of a finger between my labia, then slides it into me a
little further, most of her finger dissapearing between my labia, the
pleasantly slick sensation sliding up into me, feeling almost like she's
reaching my ribcage, although I know that's blatently impossible. She brings
it out again, not quite as far this time, and slips it back in, holding her
other fingers out of the way with her thumb, my legs, I note suddenly, pulled
wide, almost flat against the sheet. I groan at the pleasant sensation,
alternately glancing down at where her finger is slowly sliding in and out of
my vagina and staring into her soft, tender eyes.
Her other hand comes to rest upon my mons, her thumb reaching between
my labia to stroke my clitoris in soft counterpoint to her penetrating finger,
and an instant later it's more than enough, and I orgasm, the warm chemical
bath flooding through my veins, all of my muscles tensing again, my body
shaking hard, then slowly relaxing in a series of soft, hard flashes of
sensation, timed with, I note distractedly, both her thumb against my clitoris
and her slow strokes in and out of my vagina.
`So tight,' she murmors, then continues in a slightly louder voice,
`Unlike your dear mother.'
`Why don't I believe you?' I grab her the instant she withdraws her
fingers, reversing our positions in a flurry of movement. I smile down at her,
suddenly full of the desire to take her, make this lovely woman somehow mine.
*She is your mother* I force the thought down, and the faintly queasy feeling
it brought. I kiss my way down her soft throat, across her full bosom, pausing
to suck and nibble at each of her nipples, then continuing down her belly,
taking her clitoris between my teeth for a moment, tasting the pleasant salty
taste of her lubricant for the first time. The drop of lubricant trying to
fall off the tip of my chin shows me that she is quite ready, and I slip a
single finger between her labia, stroking it across her clitoris, across slick
flesh, over the faint feeling of her urethra, then stroking slowly around the
damp, lubricating edge of her vagina.
She gasps, rocking her hips against my hand, as I press my finger
slowly into her tight, slick depths, shocked by how short my finger feels. She
rocks her hips in time with my steady strokes, squeezing my finger in a
powerful, steady grip. `More,' she says, between faint gasps.
`More what?'
`More of you, more of your fingers,' she manages, the sentance almost
sounding like a single long word. I pull my finger out, press my middle finger
along side it, and slide them both back in, slowly penetrating her gloriously
hot, slick depths.
`More,' she pleads again. I add my ring finger, suddenly glad I'd
filed all of my fingernails to a smooth uniform shortness. I gasp, pressing my
face against her belly, feeling like she could bring me to orgasm with just the
tight clench of her vagina about my fingers. I stroke my clitoris with quick,
jagged movements, most of my attention on maintaining a steady rhythm for the
lovely woman gasping beneath me, and ride out the warm chemical flare, keeping
my fingers still on my clitoris, distractedly noticing that this time the
aftershocks are timed with my heartbeat.
A moment later I stroke her clitoris with my free thumb, still, I
absently note, slick with my own lubricant. She goes stiff, orgasm flashing
through her body, and I pull back a moment to watch, maintaining a slightly
slower rhythm as the aftershocks flare through her, then extract my fingers.
She catches my hand, pulling it up to her lips, sucking lightly,
cleaning her lubricant off my fingers with evident enjoyment. After a moment
she lets them fall from her lips, and she smiles up at me, her expression soft,
smooth, content in a way I've never seen on her face before.
`Did that help any?' a faint smile quirks her lips, then she sighs,
`Michiko was right, after one's had a woman no man measures up.'
`Oh, I wouldn't be quite so sure. I'm sure one could be taught, if one
went that way.'
`And you don't?'
`Why would I when I have so many kind, sweet, beautiful women throwing
themselves at me?' I tease gently, smiling down at her, then work my hands
under her shoulders, and kiss her on the lips, totally sated for a moment.
Her yawn startles me for a moment. `I'm so tired,' she murmors, as her
breath slows, steadies, and in a moment she's completely asleep underneath me.
I let my eyes fall shut, and doze off as well, the air of the room not
too unpleasantly cool against my back, and Nodoka's body warm underneath me.
-
`So, how do you like it so far?' Ukyou asks, breathing hard, her voice
raised to be heard over the music.
I glance around the room, the pounding beat of a foreign rock and roll
song shaking my guts in a pleasant manner, taking in the dancing couples,
comforted by the sheer number of same sex pairs, `It's wonderful! Do you come
here often!?' I yell back.
`No! I don't have anyone I could bring!'
`What about Ranma!?'
`Are you kidding?! He'd freak out, and you guys would come start a
fight, and then I'd never be allowed back in here again!'
I think about that, my body half-instictively matching its moves to
hers, the beat a warm thread connecting us both, `Maybe you're right about the
second, but I think she'd love it!'
`Really?! What makes you say that?!'
`I'll tell you later!'
The next song is something called a "swing tune" and, from the way the
few dancers still on the floor are throwing each other about, I can see why,
`Hey,' I lean towards Ukyou's ear, `That looks like fun.'
`It might be, but I've no idea how to do it.'
`Let's just go out there and make fools of ourselves, then.' I take
her hand and drag her back onto the dance floor.
`Hey, are you OK?' Ukyou's kneeling on the floor next to me, and my
head is aching.
`I think so. What happened?'
`What do you remember last?'
`I dragged you out onto the floor for that "swing tune," and you were
smiling a most luscious smile at me.'
`Well, we danced for another six songs, then you asked me to try and
swing you around by the knees, and you bonked your head really hard against the
ground.'
`Fuck. And I must have been having fun, too,' I pull her face down
for a kiss, ignoring the stabbing pains in my head, `I guess we'd better break
it off and go see Doctor Tofu. I'm sorry 'bout this, I shoulda been more
careful.'
`I was the person swinging you, I should have been more careful.'
`OK, we both should have been more careful, and I'm sorry about cutting
your evening short like this.'
`Don't worry 'bout it. If you hadn't come by I wouldn't even had as
much fun as we did,' she helps me to my feet, and supports me with an arm about
my shoulders as we walk to the train station.
She wakes me up when we get to the proper station, helps me off the
train, and supports me all the way to Doctor Tofu's clinic.
`Akane-chan, Ukyou-kun, what happened?' he looks us both over quickly,
noting the absence of the normal wear and tear of a fight.
`We were out dancing, and I bonked my head against the concrete dance
floor.'
`Let me see,' he feels my head, and I wince when he touches the painful
spot on the back of my head, then he flashes a light in my eyes, and asks me a
couple questions about my memories.
`Well, I don't think you're very likely to ever get the lost memories
back. When memories are lost before they make the transistion from short term
to long term storage they are rarely recovered.'
`I thought as much,' I smile sadly, `What I can remember was so much
fun, too.'
`But the good news is you only have a very mild concussion, so if you
promise to stay around people who know what to watch for with them,' he looks
meaningfully at Ukyou, `I can let you go home.'
`Thanks, Doctor Tofu!' I beam at him, glad that the damage wasn't
worse.
`So, will you come home with me?' I ask Ukyou as she helps me out of
the clinic.
`Sure. I'll need to call and let Konatsu know what's happened,
though.'
`I'll show you the phone when we get home,' I let my head sag over
against her shoulder, a warm, safe, peaceful feeling filling my bones.
`Hey, you want me to leave?' Ukyou asks, looking rather embarrassed as
I begin pulling my gloves off.
`No,' I turn fully to face her, the nylon of my stockings feeling
strange between my feet and the floor, `I want you to watch.' I toss one glove
at her, amused by the poleaxed look on her face. It drapes softly across her
head, and she impatiently brushes it out of her face. I smirk softly, pleased
by the responce, and lift my skirt to undo the suspender clips on my right
stocking. I roll it down my thigh, watching her watch me through my eyelashes,
pleased by the way she stands, stock-still, unable to move. I stretch it back
out again, the sheer black fabric light, slightly salty-feeling, with a faint
tang of sweat to it in my hands. I toss it onto Ukyou, and she almost falls
down, she sways so much. I gulp, shocked by how much I want her, and reach
with unsteady hands to lift the other side of my skirt.
Before I can get the first clip undone, she pushes me back onto my bed,
and I momentarily wonder if I locked the door. Her fingers are so gentle
against my skin, the hard, callused skin rough against the smooth nylon of my
stocking, and I worry for a faint instant that she'll make it run. She drops
it on the floor, then turns back to me, shoving my skirt up to expose my
panties.
`Do you want me?' she asks, hesitating, her hands on my hips.
`Yes, please, take me,' I beg, my skin on fire from her touch.
`Lay back,' she tells me, and I do. Her hands pull my panties down,
dropping them into the small pile of cloth on the floor.
I moan when her hands slip through my pubic hair, soft, caressing, and
she kisses the inside of one of my thighs. I rock my hips towards her face,
wanting to feel that skilled tongue against something more sensative than my
face.
`Unh um,' she murmors, drawing one finger, her right index, down my
slit, carefully tracing the outer lips. After a moment I realize they are
spreading under the contact, and gasp, shocked by the knowledge, somehow not
interupting the steady, soft, pleased moan escaping my throat despite my best
efforts. She shifts her finger to the inner lips, and I can't take it any
more, grabbing her wrist with both hands and trying to press her finger where I
desperately want it.
`Nope, you have to ask,' she says, keeping her finger on its steady
path along my inner lips, brushing lightly across the smooth delicate flesh.
I use my grip on her wrist to pull myself closer to her, brushing her
finger over my clit with a sudden frantic stroke, and my whole body jerks in
reaction.
`Nuh uh, what did I tell you?' she aks, pulling her hand up and away
from my dripping need. *I'll need to wash this skirt* flashes through my mind,
and I laugh out loud.
`I want you inside of me,' I gasp, the laughter dieing as quickly as it
formed, `I need you inside of me,' then moan as her finger slips into my eager
passage, sliding into me in a single long stroke than ends with her knuckles
pressed against my outer lips, and I let go of her wrist as she slowly begins
to fuck me with one glorious finger. I shake, my hips rocking franticly,
trying to make her increase her slow, even pace.
`Slow,' she murmors, pressing down on one hip with her hand, sliding up
next to me on the bed, her finger almost filling my world as she slowly, oh so
slowly, strokes it back and forth inside of me, the presure building up at an
excruciating pace, seeming like it will never reach that peak needed to drive
me over.
`Slow,' she murmors again, gently controlling the rocking of my hips,
her own breath uneven, her eyes soft as they look down on me. I squirm at the
warm happiness her gaze gives me, the knowledge that she's my friend, that I
can make her stop if I really want to keeping me from abject terror at the way
she makes me feel. Suddenly she leans down, her lips soft against my own, and
I come with shattering force, completely at her mercy.
`Thank you,' I murmor, holding her close, the sock in her trousers
pressing against my bare thigh, my lips almost touching her neck. I kiss that
lovely neck softly, carefully, glorying in the soft salty taste of her.
She gets up, ignoring my protesting moans, and fishes a penlight out of
somewhere. She flashes it in my eyes, waving her hands about my face and
shifting it back and forth, then smiles.
`It looks like you're OK now. It's a good thing you're a martial
artist, most people would have been in the hospital for days with a clout like
that. What were you thinking, anyway?'
`Probably something like, "my but she looks so pretty *konk*,"' I
giggle, and she smiles back at me. I get up, check to make sure I'm not too
obviously rumpled, and look up into her eyes, `do you have to go?'
`Yeah, Konatsu doesn't like to close all by himself.'
`OK,' I stretch up to kiss her on the lips, loving the feel of her
strong body against me. Her arms hold me tight for a moment, then she steps
back.
I walk her to the gate, wave to her as she walks off, then return to my
room.
I set out my laundry for Kasumi, thinking that I probably should try to
help her somehow, since I know she doesn't let anyone mess with the washing
mashine since Nabiki almost killed it washing a ball of yarn. I return to my
room, the humid heat already getting to me again, my flannel pajamas sticking
to me as I walk.
I flop onto my bed, looking out the window at the grey sky, which is
slowly darkening into night. A sudden dark obstruction appears, and knocks at
my window.
`Hello,' I say, opening the window to reveal my iinazuke hanging upside
down, one hand still raised to knock.
`I just realized something,' she says softly, looking up, which would
be down if she was right side up, `I am a pervert.'
`Why do you say that?'
`I just seduced my mother,' her face shows her confusion, `and I really
enjoyed it.'
`Well, I won't say that makes you a pervert,' I gather her in my arms,
pulling her in through the window. I carry her across the room and lay her on
my bed, then straddle her hips, looking down at her flushed face, `Since I
seduced my sister this afternoon, and that would make _me_ a pervert by that
definition.'
`OK,' she gasps, her breathing remarkably ragged, `then what am I?'
`My beloved iinazuke,' I lean forward, kiss her soft, open lips,
plundering her mouth with my tongue.
Her hands open my pajama bottoms, slide down my back, cupping my
buttocks, `And you are not wearing any underwear because?' she asks, swirling
slow distracting circles with her fingers.
`Because I just got back from dancing with your kawaii iinazuke, and
she proved herself to be a very skilled lover.'
`Oh?' her fingers slip around, one hand coming to rest against my back,
pulling me tightly against her chest, the other sliding through my short hairs
to stroke my clit with tender fingers.
`Indeed,' I manage, before her insistant fingers capture all of my
attention.
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Her clitoris is hard, engorged, against my fingers, and she gasps
softly, `Indeed,' before she falls limp against me, her hips rocking time to
her frantic breathing, and she moans softly against my neck, hot breath cooling
as it touches my sweat.
A terribly short time later she orgasms, her hips going still against
my fingers, and murmors, `Aishiteru yo,' softly, her head tilted so her breath
bathes my ear. Her breathing slows, and after a moment I realize she's fallen
asleep. I contemplate being frustrated for a moment, then decide I have had
way too much today to event think about being upset, carefully make sure her
pajama bottoms are done up, then let myself drift off, lulled by the lovely
squished feeling.
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log:
1999 June middle: re-read Gratuity, started
1999 July 5: added log
1999 July 24-27: wrote about 1600 lines . . .
1999 July 28-Oct 9: wrote about six hundred lines . . .
1999 Oct 10: Finished day three ^^; I don't know if I'll be able to
finish this by the middle of next month at this rate.
1999 Oct 10: four hundred lines
1999 Oct 13: Two hundred lines so far; maybe I'll finish day four
soon
1999 Nov 5: a few paragraphs of dialog, after not working on it for
almost a month. If I really hussle, maybe I can still
finish this in six months.
1999 Nov 8: a little more
1999 Nov 13: Finally got the Duo running; and added a good bit.
1999 Nov 16: Worked for an hour, added over a hundred lines, then
had the Duo decide that her battery was too flat and
crash. great fun.
1999 Nov 17: got some more done.
1999 Nov 18: Yay! nother section!
1999 Nov 27: Actually got a decent bit done. Yay!
1999 Dec 1: got most of day five done.
1999 Dec 2: updated log for Dec 1, added a tiny bit of day six
1999 Dec 3: Finished day five, tiny bit more of day six
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I left the whole log in, just to let others see how I tend to write
things, since that is something I find interesting.