7:11PM—Thursday, October 22, 2010
Hope this isn't too confusing. I thought the events over in my head. Ready for a. . .hot lesbian smut? (Gah, I'm too clumsy, allow me to rephrase that.) ;)
GIRLxGIRL action.
Glad that was open. :) I'm upping this to a level 'M'. AN "M"! Got it! Under. . .well, whatever legal age, no sixteen, GO BACK! Kami, I feel old announcing this. And I don't exactly have photogenic memory, now do I?
And as usual, I harangue that this won't (probably) ever be owned by me. But, hey, might be a jinx. ;)
(P.S: I made my sister write this, she has experience I don't since I'm not exactly a girl, now am I? And. . .it might be. . .hot. Depends on how realistic she made this.)
Gifts of Love
SECOND MID-TRO: enigmatic intimation
Laughter rang in the secluded room of the Hmiemiya heiress, the two friends sat opposite of each other. Regarding the photos Kurusugawa Himeko had taken during the time they spent, the places they went held memories. With the photographs scattered on the bed, the evening passed onto night. The open windows allowed for Chikane to not burn up from the inside and happily sing to the heavens, but her heart thumped as a reminder of the feelings she held. With a sigh, and slumping on the pillow supporting her back, she lazily smiled.
This was the only time Chikane Himemiya could act as herself, she didn't have to conceal herself with a serene mask and a bewitching, warm smile. So, as 'normal', she wore what she wanted to, a see-through shirt, and short shorts. "A turn against fate" ran through her mind momentarily, the mid-night time show that held a real feeling, a turmoil to boil and explode. "Some things can't always be hidden, they are meant to be open". And a short 'We are not human without emotions' type of show mixed together. That T.V show somehow managed to move her heart, and the finale was coming on tonight, twelve sharp.
Chikane tilted her head, her mind tuning out the sounds except for her angel mumbling to herself something about not catching the light right. An eyebrow raised in curiousity and she forced herself to wonder what Himeko was resenting now. When Chikane managed to pull herself upright in a sitting position, she lowered her head on one of Himeko's shoulders, her chest pressed against the shy girls back, who rigidly straightened her back at the contact. Smiling to herself, Chikane peeked at the picture the blonde sylph was grumbling at. Surprised, she saw herself, reclined against the trunk of the tree, a cup of tea in hand and her face catching light with shadows deepening her entrancing features. The rose vines twined against the fence opted a great background, but Chikane with her sharp mind couldn't find a flaw. This was picturesque.
Unusually, Himeko snatched the picture and held it close to her heart, a blush tinting her cheeks with her lips shyly gracing a grin. Even Himeko was docile, and her mind found the flaw. The picture didn't show her true self, and Himeko didn't need something that wasn't Chikane all the way. A sigh left her mouth, her ears unconsciously turning red from the heat issued from the Himemiya's breath that made her shiver in delight. Slowly turning her head, Himeko felt lips graze her left cheek, the princess noted how smooth her skin felt; every strand of golden folicle that brushed against the slightest inch of her skin felt soft, the warmth her small, petite body offered was like a human furnace.
With that in her mind pushed out, Chikane whispered a few words, almost purring. "If you wish to take more pictures of me, all you had to do was ask. Anything you say is my command." It went unheard by Himeko, whom closed her eyes and sighed happily against Chikane's pale graceful neck. The warmth that hit Chikane's neck made her body seem cool, with an internal struggle, she never noticed how Himeko shifted for warmth and comfort and was on her lap, eyes closed in bliss. Even with thin clothing, Chikane couldn't escape how quick her body heated up, her neither region throbbing with need. But with Himeko asleep, she couldn't help but stare and ignore everything else.
Besides the fact that she was missing her show right now, by watching Himeko issue barely audible snores, was making her happy, it was all she needed. With her chest pressed against her friends back, she sighed in relief, glad that Himeko wasn't awake to feel how aroused she was. It made her feel abash, and immoral, but the coil in her stomach demanded to be released. Unwrapping her arms around the blondes slim waist, she hoisted herself back and laid Himeko's head on a pillow and pulled a comforter over her body.
Suddenly, she felt a hand land on her thigh, dangerously close to where her raging labido was, a painful throb made her wince. She didn't dare try experimenting on herself, but the thrumming need made the chains holding her back strain against how much she wanted Himeko. To have her scream in ectasy and whimper at her ministrations. It was the morbid curiousity that made her agile fingers rub against the warmth that moistened quickly, to press against the throbbing, hard nub under the cloth of her panties. Her eyes watching Himeko sleep, like an angel slumbering and ignorant to her sinful ways, the pleasure of the secrecy made it more harder for her to hold back.
Chikane bit her lip, to keep the moan that wanted to escape to be held back. Her attempts were difficult, but she friverously tried to reach her climax, the 'if. . .Himeko catches me. . .' didn't register in her mind. But something jolted her back, a finger slid into the warm, wet and deliciously tight depths of her soaking cunt. A gasp broke its way out and alarmed her right away. Blue gems awashed in shame and embarassment, her mouth closing with a quick inhale, with her body contracting a light pink hue, her cheeks mainly blushing at being caught, but she couldn't stop now, not when she was so close.
"Chikane-chan," her precious angel cooed softly by the shell of her ear, a long stroke of her magic finger made Chikane whimper and squirm. How did the tables turn so quickly? But the sharp, quick pumps made everything turn—for a split second—white with her orgasm. The continuous clenching of her wet, tight cavern made the heat seem so unexplainable. Chikane arched her back; her head was too dizzy to moniter how her (usually shy) friend pleasured her with a few strokes.
Kami! Chikane clenched her thighs together, to keep the hand stationed there, her lungs issuing pants and short exhales. Her ears muted the sweet, sleepy voice of her friend, "come here." the words didn't hold no meaning, she took a moment and pulling Himeko's wrist, her thighs widening to release her grip on the hand. A glance at Himeko and she was shocked when Himeko looked so. . .dreamy, in a long daze like she saw a secret treasure.
Her mind heeded the words for a few minutes ago, and Chikane carefully crawled to where Himeko sprawled on her bed, golden hair in disarrays, surrounding her angelic face like a halo to only emphazise her natural, cherubic beauty. She positioned her body beside Himeko's watching silently as Himeko blinked in confusion and held up her hand, her amethyst orbs widening marginally before she smiled and sucked on them. It drew the Himemiya to blush and hug her own body.
The sapphire eyes closed, and the heavenly figure, scantily clad by see-through shirt and purple small shorts that made her legs look mile-long and pale to the stark-contrasting color, as like the rest of her body was, made her feel normal. If it was this night, then she would happily do anything for her friend, whom, as Chikane thought, didn't know of her feelings. Hopefully. But, the renmants of wanting more than friendship drew scolding desire, the hard desire to feel Himeko's skin, her breasts and wanting to pleasure the angel, but it felt more like a burning brand of a sin.
Chikane didn't want to taint her dear Himeko, but she brushed the strands of sun-colored hair away from Himeko's face and drew her into a passionate kiss, her hands gripping onto the womanly hips and pushing her weight onto the fragile frame that wantonly grasped at her back and clawed. Marking hers as Himeko's. The mere thought brought a small growl to rip from her throat as she suckled lightly on Himeko's throat, her hand lecherously wandering to unexplored territories, the chartered female body writhed under Chikane nimble fingers. Kisses taking away their breath as each wanted more, Chikane put her trembling lips upon Himeko's.
A sincere smile gracing her face, Chikane sat on her angels flat stomach, her secretions smearing like hot glue on Himeko's skin, who whimpered at how warm it felt, the heady scent travelling to her nose. Her sensitive flesh rubbing against cool skin felt good, another tight coil wanting to be unreleased shot her to place her hips over Himeko's. Their warm, wet cores exposed without clothing hindrincing it as a barrier. H-Himeko—Kami! Chikane leaned down to give a kiss, but her Himeko biting her bottom lip and squirming at the tension. She whispered the three words that yearned to be spoken, but suddenly, her body thumped onto the hard floor. The "I love you, Himeko" echoing eternally in her mind before her back ached.
Ocean-deep eyes blinked, the sleep making her immobile temporarily, and seeing the side of her bed, Chikane knew that she fell off her bed. Oh, how it pained her back, with a grimace she pushed herself off the floor and looked at the closed windows. Her hands supporting her body as she got off the cold hard-ware floor with a grunt.
Then, somehow, her mind notified her that this was today; today they left to the camping trip. A groan escaped her lips, before she glanced at the clock that told her fifty minutes before school. Hopefully Himeko wouldn't want to go with a person like her, but Chikane couldn't help but smile at how zealous she felt. A camping trip for a week (inside, she hoped it to be two weeks), all of it based to see how experienced with nature they were.
Himeko, all to herself if she didn't doubt how she could be with someone more better and suitable than her. For certain, her mind was going to go crazy if Himeko slept by her side. ("Didn't she do that everytime you guys have a sleep-over? And don't you still have to give that gift of yours soon?") Her mind was up and whispering alluring words, but this week would be more different.
Fingering the unwrapped present, she wondered how Himeko would react to a gift from an 'anonymous person' who liked her more than words could ever describe? That amorous person being Chikane, under-cover, of course. With q thought, she scrambled back to her room to pack all the nesessaries of the week field-trip. Somehow, Chikane had a feeling that her love would be much different from Himeko's 'love'.
This is the real world, Chikane. Not a dream to mold for your selfish reasons. She chided herself lightly, not wanting to appear too eager, and have Himeko for herself. All alone in the forest. Much importantly, she wondered where they would sleep. She packed a sleeping bag for herself, if Himeko didn't have one. . .that meant her control would breach past the boarder. Surely, the six nights wouldn't be that hard. To hike through the forest, the boreal forest withn the fresh fall air; crisp, clean and fulfilling would tire them out easily and burn the unneeded calories.
Snacks would be nesessary, a good amount of energy to survive and pick out their cans. Or if energy was consumed another way. Sleep would be difficult to keep away from Himeko, especially her "wet dreams" that haunted her now.
As always, her mind had to forget something, a sleeping bag. But the blonde angel didn't want to burden Chikane more than she was, and for some reason, she frowned at the thought. Would Chikane be willing to share? For six nights? Somehow, that didn't sound as good as she thought. Her heart dropped like an anvil, she brought a pillow and a thick cotton blanket, surely that would do, right?
But with the fall air settling every day, it made her reconsider her reason not to bother her kind friend. Her angelic expression marred a small frown still, shrugging, she left that minor problem alone and got her shoes on in a hurry, the door slamming shut behind her when she was done. Mostly, being hasty wasn't showing patience, but today was for her and Chikane to survive, alone and by internal instinct. Just with a grain of hope, Himeko smiled. But, it went into a grimace from yesterday; would Chikane-chan be her partner?
"Finally, Himeko-chan, I thought you were a snail with that bag hunched on your back and your slow pace." Her trust-worthy friend, Makoto Saotome, commented airily with a cheerful expression. It came as a surprise when Makoto told her that she was paired with "Jin-sama", the prince of Otatachibana Academy, Oogami Souma.
As a result, many glares and scowls were sent the auburn-haied girls way. For the girls who adored him, they are selfish, but then again, love itself is selfish, Makoto noted idily. Her periphal vision catching Himemiya Chikane take Himeko's hand and lead her behind a corner. A brow raised, maybe that tree? She forced herself to sigh and yell out a: "Himeko! I was about to tell you how much I love you before you stay with Himemiya-san!" That announcement caught the head fan girls attention, jealousy was like a disease with the two imfamous "prince" and "princess" of the prestigous academy.
Confused, befuddled she was, Himeko felt her throat dry, the way Chikane Himemiya carried herself was far from over-confident and low self-esteem, it was regal, enough to blow ones mind. The graceful, sure and steady stride, the swaying hips and long legs, lithe thighs and shoulders moving as one.
To put together a real-life "princess", of course, Himeko excluded how she viewed her kind, leaderly friend. Her special friend. One who stood strong, safe to spill secrets onto, but Himeko didn't think she was invincible. Quite the opposite, those who held strong masks were often the weakest of emotion. But Chikane was very human, volunteering at helping a cat from a tree from a block away. Taking her time to tutor people at math, and serving attention to problems of the school in Student Council. But she didn't have much time to be herself, that was either at night or when they held sleep-overs. Which was seldom itself.
Himeko sighed but perked up, six nights. Six nights to spill their secret emotions or secrets. For sure, it would have to take its course and own timing. Probably, but Chikane-chan isn't the type to spill her "secrets" much, now isn't she? Himeko thought of her differently than viewed, her thoughts of a mysterious, enigmatic ocean jewel awaiting to be discovered, Chikane-chan. . .what secrets does she hold? The walking stopped, and so did her thinking. Himeko realized how her heart pounding in anticipation, but also in something else, a different beat of emotion.
"Himeko," the blue-haired princess started slowly, like she was tasting a foreign name. Her foreign name, like it was alien, but it held a more amorous quality that Himeko couldn't describe. "I'll be your partner." In everything, if you want. Chikane hid a secret smile, the smile full of emotion that she wanted Himeko to see, but her mind fretted over that. It wasn't that she didn't want to be Himeko's partner (in everything), it was because if Himeko could or couldn't handle the pressure that came with her.
If she had a girlfriend, Chikane betted her fan club would be enraged, and try to do everything in their power to get the "presumed" girlfriend to break up with her. Himeko was a strong girl underneath, but held a weak front; her heart loved every flaw Himeko held while her mind loved how contradicting she could be. . .sometimes. Sometimes being the keyword. The deliberation of it was hard, would Himeko like her to be her partner? But, she contemplated, Himeko didn't oppose, she was the one who stated if Chikane doubted that she didn't want her as a partner. It was Chikane's own fears, her inner demons making her mind doubt that "love" wasn't for her. Only, Himeko continued to melt her barriers and be a raging headline in her mind.
For now, she wondered how the seven day, six nights would play out. For better or worse? But, she didn't mind not telling Himeko her feelings. It would be brave of her to actually confess them to her upfront instead of a letter. If not, her 'anonymous' gifts would have to do.
Here, my installment. A three-thousand word chapter. Now, this chapter was. . .conflicting for me. Especially dealing with their more-inner-feelings. Of course, reality is more explicit when it wants to be. A ten-fold but yet I yield to you that my poor imagination must suck. Don't worry, I want to take this in pace, not fast but more explanatory. And Chikane is quite brisk, ne? She's my ideal role model without. . .the breasts, but then again, it is the owners imagination. And the gifts. . .hm, Chikane wants to express her "love" without alerting Himeko of how dubious Chikane is. And. . .what else, I forget. Gomen-nasai. Ja neta, for now! :) Review and I update faster. (Possibly.)