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Mask of Glass

Part 3

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"If you move… then the scene is over."

Those words whirled around in Yumi's head over and over like a mantra. It was all that kept her sane while Touko nuzzled her face against her own. Her hands had not left their place on Yumi's thighs; the older girl's bunched up skirt grasped loosely in her fingers. Every now and again the digits would clench ever so slightly, usually when the younger girl would press her face into Yumi's cheek, dragging her lips across her skin with the barest of touches. Her breaths were quiet, soft and steady. Clearly she was in control of the situation, and was intent on following through on whatever it was she had planned.

Yumi's heart hammered in her chest. Her mouth was dry. Her palms were clammy and her underarms itched with sweat. Touko's kiss had caught her completely off-guard. It was so out of character, so… un-Touko-like, that Yumi simply had no idea what to think.

Every movement of Touko, every graze of her lips again Yumi's cheek and jawline shot through Yumi like a jolt of energy. It was a strange, new feeling... one that Yumi didn't fully understand. Objectively, she knew what it must have been. Or at least she suspected. But not having been put in this situation before, she wasn't sure. It was all she could do to keep from shivering as the younger girl grasped at the skirt bunched up on her thighs. Every touch reminded Yumi that, only a few seconds ago, Touko had kissed her—and not accidentally, either. It had clearly been an intentional thing.

Oh my… my first kiss.

As far as first kisses went. Yumi supposed she could have done worse.

Glass half full and all that.

The second time Touko leaned in to kiss Yumi, the older girl was just as unprepared as she was the first time. She felt Touko's lips pressed up against hers before she even registered what was happening, and had to fight from succumbing to reflex. She supposed, under normal circumstances, she would be responding to the kiss. But Touko's words kept flitting through her mind like a hungry hummingbird buzzing around a feeder.

"If you move… the scene is over."

This, no matter what Touko's intentions were, was still part of her 'scene'. She was being tested; her resolve, her determination. She was supposed to be a doll… and damn it if she wouldn't be the best doll she could be.

She would not give in to Touko. Not if she could help it.

Her Soeur's lips shifted slightly against her own, and then pulled away from Yumi with another soft sigh. She didn't have to wait long until Touko returned for a third kiss, this one noticeably more aggressive than the last.

The force Touko put into the kiss pushed Yumi back, and she felt her torso hit the back of her chair roughly. She fought the wince that threatened to show on her face, and with no small amount of pride, succeeded.

T-Touko! Not so rough!

Touko, however, ignored Yumi's silent complaint and continued her assault on Yumi's lips unhindered. She pressed her lips to Yumi's again and again, peppering her mouth with short but forceful kisses. She cocked her head to one side for a few pecks, and then tilted slightly to get a different angle, never stopping with her actions. Every few times, she would pull slightly further back to let out a soft sigh, take another breath, and return to Yumi's mouth with renewed vigor.

Her hands, which had been clenching the fabric of her skirt on top of her legs, abandoned their post to crawl up to Yumi's front, tugging gently at the tie adorning her chest.

"Onee-sama…" Touko's voice came out as barely more than a sigh, her breath puffing softly against Yumi's lips. She moved in again, but instead of continuing to kiss the older girl, she leaned in to Yumi's ear, and whispered, "Remember what I said. Do not move."

This time, Yumi could not stop the jolt that crawled up her spine as she felt her Soeur's whisper wash over her ear to the back of her neck. It was too much to take and she knew it. But as the shiver crept up from her feet to her neck, Touko had grabbed onto her shirt with one hand and tugged, pulling Yumi's torso back up straight. With her other hand she deftly worked at the tie on Yumi's chest, skillfully unknotting the article and pulling it over and around her neck. The younger girl abandoned the tie off to the side, and then turned her attention back to her Yumi's front.

Now free from her tie, Yumi's top had loosened to the point of almost opening at the front. Usually, in Lillian uniforms, there was another smaller tie in the form of laces at the top of their school shirts that would serve to fasten their outfit just in case their ties were to become loose. However, Yumi had purposefully left her shirt loose that day, thinking that she would not need to worry about it, and would instead prioritize comfort as opposed to propriety.

Shows how much I know… Yumi groused to herself. It just figures that on the one day I don't fasten my shirt, Touko decides to… do whatever this is. As it was, Yumi was still having a hard time believing how forward Touko was being. A kiss was one thing. A kiss they could work out, maybe over coffee or tea to discuss where things stood between the two Soeurs.

A kiss Yumi could work past. Anything for Touko, after all.

But this…

Yumi inwardly gasped as Touko lowered her head down towards Yumi's shoulders, tugging at her uniform until it slid down her collarbone, kissing the sensitive skin as she worked. Each press of her lips sent anything spark, another jolt of… something, through Yumi. It wasn't a wholly uncomfortable feeling, now that she was accustomed to it. And with each of Touko's kisses, the feeling got more and more familiar to her. She wasn't sure what to make of this new, strange feeling… but she was beginning to enjoy it.

When Touko reached the end of Yumi's collarbone, she kissed her shoulder once and then opened her mouth, nipping at Yumi's flesh lightly with her teeth. Yumi swallowed a yelp of surprise at the sudden, but not quite painful feeling that came as Touko grazed her teeth along her shoulder. Again, she wasn't sure what she thought about it, but Yumi was sure she didn't dislike it.

Without a word, Touko moved from Yumi's left shoulder to her right, and began to cover her other side with the same amount of attention she paid the other with. She kissed the skin of her collarbone, while pulling at her shirt with one hand as she held onto Yumi's other shoulder with the other. Soon, Touko reached the other shoulder and bit it the same as before. As she did she pulled at the loosened top down so that it rested on her soeur's upper arms, leaving both shoulders bare, and only her off-white bra straps showing.

This was, without a doubt, the most skin Yumi had ever shown anybody since she was a child. Even at the swimming pool, her one-piece covered upper arms all the way down to her thighs. It wasn't the most attractive swimsuit in the world, but it did its job. And really, who was she trying to impress? But now, with Touko looming above her and her shoulders bare for her to see, Yumi couldn't stop the blush that must have been coloring her entire face.

Would blushing count as losing to Touko? She desperately hoped not. She couldn't help it, after all!

"Onee-sama… Your skin is so white." Touko breathed quietly. She leaned down and pressed her face into the crook of Yumi's exposed neck, inhaling deeply. Yumi fought against another shiver as the fine hairs on the back of her neck tickled with the sudden proximity. "And you smell so good."

Touko… Yumi whispered silently. She didn't know why she suddenly felt the pleasant hum fill her thoughts, but she had a feeling it was due to Touko's soft, breathy murmur as she moved to the other side of her neck, inhaling deeply a second time.

Touko's hands worked their way back towards Yumi's shoulders, sliding across the skin towards her neck, stopping for a moment at her bra straps to pull and tug at them a few times, and then continue on their way to rest on either side of the older girl's neck. They only rested there for a moment however, as then they started travelling down to rest on the top of Yumi's shirt. She played with the loose ends of the shirt for a few moments, flicking the fabric between her fingers while she smothered Yumi's neck with kisses.

Each kiss sent another thrilling jolt through Yumi, each one making it harder and harder to keep up her façade. As it was, it was taking more willpower than Yumi had ever exerted to keep up her act. She was honestly shocked that she had lasted this long. Surely it had been longer than she had ever gone before without taking a break to rest her arms, legs and face.

Somewhere deep down, she wondered if it was because she knew if she broke her character, Touko would stop as well… and she wasn't sure if she wanted that. Not when every touch, every kiss from Touko was a spark of… something under Yumi's skin. She wanted more.

Pulling her face back from Yumi's neck, Touko's returned to her silent vigil of watching her soeur's face. Her fingers, apparently having their fill of playing with Yumi's loosened shirt, started traveling down her front, and then backed off so the older girl couldn't feel them anymore.

Yumi wanted to blink in confusion, but refrained from the maddening urge. What…? Is she… finished? Did I pass?

Then the feeling of Touko's hands came back, this time cupping her breasts in each hand outside her shirt. Yumi felt her heart leap into her throat at the sudden contact, and while she didn't think she showed any outward reaction to it, she was sure the sudden blush that bloomed from her face down to her neck told Touko all she needed to know.

"Onee-sama." The younger girl murmured, gently groping at Yumi's chest, her fingers clenching periodically as she leaned forward again, this time to capture the older girl's lips in an aggressive kiss. The feeling of Touko's mouth upon hers and her hands groping her chest was almost too much, and Yumi felt the now-familiar pleasant jolt shoot through her system, this time settling comfortably in the pit of her stomach.

Touko… Oh my… She breathed inwardly, desperately fighting against the reflex trying to claw its way past her doll-like persona. It took almost every ounce of her rapidly dwindling will-power to do so, and it was only because she was secretly wishing Touko would not stop that Yumi succeeded in schooling her reaction into practiced apathy.

Instead, she sat as serenely as possible, her face and ears prickling with the tell-tale signs of the most powerful blush she ever had, as Touko kneaded her chest through her shirt, sliding her lips slowly, comfortably against her own. She almost lurched in her seat when she felt Touk's tongue flick out to swipe across her lips, but stifled the reaction just as quickly. If anything, Yumi felt her blush intensify with the sudden, but not unwelcome addition to Touko's assault on her person.

She vaguely wondered if she would get called out if she opened her mouth a little but, just to help give Touko better access. But even as the though crossed her mind, she felt Touko's hand leave her breast and clasp her chin, pulling it down so that her mouth opened gently, but also firmly. As her mouth opened, Yumi felt Touko's tongue probe into her, reaching this way and that, sliding across the top of her own tongue.

Yumi's tongue, quite on its own, reached out to meet Touko's, pressing up against the younger girls' in reflex. A sudden fear gripped Yumi as she realized her tongue had reacted without her wanting it to.

No! No no no! Bad tongue! Behave, damn it! Touko!

She was sure Touko would pull away then, release her breast from her ministrations and put her shirt back to its proper place. She would step away from Yumi, leaving the older girl flushed and breathing heavily, and glare at her in the same way she had done when Yumi had failed to keep up her act.

But instead of stopping and pulling away as Yumi feared, the fact that her tongue had reacted to Touko's caused the younger girl to groan softly into her mouth, the sound vibrating into Yumi and sending another pleasant shiver rippling through her.

"Onee-sama." Touko breathed softly as she pulled away to let out a sigh, only to lean back into Yumi and continue probing the inside of her mouth with her tongue. "You taste amazing." She broke off again to murmur. "Like almonds…" And pressed a firm, lasting kiss against Yumi's increasingly swollen lips. "And honey."

Funny… Yumi thought, chagrined. Probably because I had almond cookies with my lunch.

"And your skin is so pretty and smooth." She continued, dragging her lips away from Yumi's lips to trail down her jawline to her neck. "I wonder…" She murmured softly beside Yumi's ear, causing the hair on the back of Yumi's neck to rise and tingle intently. "Does it look like that… everywhere?"

Everywhere…? The word floated through Yumi's subconscious even before the meaning did. When it finally hit her, along with Touko's hands leaving her breasts to travel down to the bottom of her uniform to start untucking it from her skirt, Yumi's blush returned tenfold.

W-w-w-what?! What is she going to—

Her partially unfinished, panicked thoughts were answered when Touko pulled her shirt free from the top of her skirt and slipped her hands inside it, pressing them against the warm, sensitive skin of her abdomen.

Yumi couldn't help it; the sudden intrusion to a very sensitive part of her body, along with the buildup Touko had been adding to every intense second caused a sharp, shuddering gasp to well up from Yumi's throat. Her stomach muscles clenched, her arms and legs tensed, and her mouth opened on its own as a strangled sound spilled from her lips.

She had never, ever heard such a sound from her own mouth before. It wasn't harsh, or guttural. But neither was it high-pitched or whiny or pathetic. It was intense, singularly focused and needy. It slipped off her tongue and past her lips, and rent the already tense atmosphere like the tearing of paper in a silent classroom.

Yumi's gaze broke its vigil of the wall to look down at Touko. She saw the younger girl's brown eye's staring back up at her, an unreadable look darkening her already intense expression.

This was it. This was either the end of… whatever this was.

Or maybe not. Touko's sharp, suddenly steely gaze told Yumi that whatever followed, it was up to the older girl to make the decision. That Touko would follow through with whatever the older girl wanted. If she wished it, Touko would stand up, help put the older girl's clothes right, finish helping her prepare for the play, and never speak of this again to anyone.

On the other hand, If Yumi gave a signal —any kind of signal – as to the contrary… well…

The ball, as the saying went, was in Yumi's court now.

Really, there was no question.

Yumi reached out towards Touko's face with her hand, and smiled softly when the younger girl leaned into the gesture.

"Touko…" Rosa Chinensis whispered.

"Yes, Onee-sama?" Her Petite Soeur asked, her eyes sharp and focused.

"Please don't stop."

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End of Part 3

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