A/N: Sorry it took a bit longer to get this next chapter out. Not only did I go to meet up with some family members, but I was also having a bit of writer's block for this chapter. This chapter is going to be more talking between the two characters. In fact, it was getting to be a bit too long that I had to cut it off and split it into the next chapter.

Anyway, enjoy the next chapter! (And don't worry we'll get back to some good 'ole kinky stuff soon)

Chapter 5: I'm Lesbian for You!

Minto began to feel her stomach growling and gurgling. Like gurgling really, really badly.

The gurgling was then joined by an incredible sharp pain in Minto's abdomen. Minto knew something was about to happen.

But it wasn't going to be an orgasm!

Minto fought back and managed to pull Zakuro's hand away from her mouth. She then wrestled herself out of Zakuro's grip. "Takethemout! Takethemout!" Minto frantically shouted.

As she sat upright, Minto harshly forced Zakuro's hands back, removing her fingers from out of her vagina and anus. Zakuro was shocked to see Minto so aggressive.

Minto rolled off the bed and kneeled down right beside it. "Minto, are you alright?" Zakuro asked, worriedly.

Minto didn't respond. She clutched her stomach and hunched forward. Her stomach made another gurgling noise, this one even worse than before. Minto's face grimaced as the sharp pain in her stomach became stronger. "Minto, what's wrong?!" Zakuro asked, again. Minto didn't respond as she started breathing heavily.

"Oh! Oh no!" she cried out, softly.

Without a moment to spare, Minto stood up on her feet and darted to the restroom. "Igottago! Igottago!" she said, frantically.

Zakuro watched as Minto ran for the toilet. She kept her hands against her crack, trying desperately to prevent herself from having an accident.

Minto ran inside the bathroom and slammed the door. Zakuro winced as the door slamming shook the room.

"Huh…what was that?"

Zakuro gasped as both Ichigo and Lettuce began stirring. Thinking fast, Zakuro quickly lied down in her bed and threw the covers over her, making it look like she was asleep.

Ichigo sat upright while Lettuce only opened her eyes. The two were still both very groggy. "Did you hear that too?" Lettuce whispered.

Ichigo saw that there was a light coming from the bathroom door. "Oh," she said. "It's just someone using the toilet. Would it kill them to not slam the door?!"

And just like that, as quick as they woke up, Lettuce and Ichigo both plopped themselves back onto their beds and fell back asleep.

Zakuro sat up in her bed and checked to see if the two really were asleep again. She let out a sigh of relief. It looks like the two were completely unaware of what was going on.

Just then, Zakuro heard faint noises coming from the bathroom, which were just loud enough for her to hear. She could hear Minto groaning and straining, as well as other…unpleasant sounds.

Zakuro looked down at the three fingers she was just using. "Oh dear," she muttered to herself. "I knew it was called The Shocker, but I didn't think it would hurt her that badly."

Zakuro then buried her head in her hands, embarrassed as to what just happened.

Minto panted heavily as she pushed and strained herself. She was doubled over in the bathroom, experiencing the absolute worst and most painful cramp in her gut. She squeezed her stomach with her hands, hoping that it will help to curb her discomfort, but it was no good. It's as if her intestines were twisting themselves to the point where nothing could get through and could snap at any moment.

Minto wanted to scream, but she had to hold back. She knew that she was already making enough embarrassing noises as is, but hopefully Ichigo and Lettuce were too exhausted to bother waking up to check on her. After what she had experienced in bed moments ago and now finding herself at the mercy of her own body, the last thing she wanted was for everyone to see her so vulnerable…especially on the commode. She knew Ichigo would never let her live it down.

She held onto the edge and prayed to an end to her torment. Between her insides stinging as if it were on fire and the embarrassment that would result in anyone finding her, the thought of a sudden death sounded more and more appealing by the second.

And then, as if someone had finally answered her prayers, her stomach calmed down. Minto's beating heart slowed down significantly to a normal rate. She looked up to the ceiling and took a deep breath. Miraculously, the awful aching that she felt just a few moments ago had now subsided completely.

Minto let out a sigh of relief. After wiping herself thoroughly, she sat up and wasted no time making the result of her traumatic episode disappear with a flush.

She leaned over the sink and washed her hands repeatedly. In an attempt to calm herself down, she then splashed her face with cold water. She looked up at the ceiling and sighed. Staring up at the lights above the mirror, she did her best to piece together what had happened between her and Zakuro. Much like a few moments before, she was experiencing a plethora of different emotions.

Minto looked down at her hands. She stuck her index finger and stared intently at it. She couldn't stop thinking about Zakuro's finger entering her from behind. "This kind of thing really turns her on?!" Minto asked herself.

"Psst…Minto!"

Suddenly, Minto heard a voice calling out to her from outside the bathroom. Before stepping out, Minto closed her eyes and breathed through her nose. "It's alright Minto," she told herself. "Just forget about the whole thing."

Minto quietly opened the door and stepped out of the bathroom. She looked all around the dark room. Much to her relief, Ichigo and Lettuce were still asleep. However, Minto noticed that the bed she and Zakuro were sharing was now empty. Zakuro was nowhere to be seen!

"Psst…Minto!"

Minto turned around and saw Zakuro outside the door of their room. Zakuro signaled Minto to stay quiet and waved her over. Minto was a bit hesitant to join her. Nonetheless, after one last look at Ichigo and Lettuce, she quietly tiptoed over to Zakuro and shut the door behind her.

"Ooh! Masaya…" Ichigo murmured in her sleep. She reached over and hugged one of the pillows tightly.

She and Lettuce were now all alone in the room.

Minto and Zakuro stood outside their room. "Are you okay?" Zakuro asked, concerned.

Minto blushed and looked away from her. "Y-yeah," she stammered. "I'm fine."

"It sounded like you were in a lot of pain," said Zakuro. "How's your stomach?"

"A little better," murmured Minto, as she crossed her arms around her belly.

"And what about your…your…"

Zakuro couldn't bring herself to say the word, so she stuck her pinky out and twisted it. Minto's face turned even redder and she quickly grabbed her rear. Minto coughed as she tried to maintain her composure.

"It's…fine!" murmured Minto.

For a moment, things were really quiet. Minto and Zakuro looked away from each other, ashamed to look the other person in the eye. Minto still held onto her butt while Zakuro scratched her neck nervously.

"I think we should talk…about what happened…just now," stammered Zakuro.

"I'd rather just go to bed and forget this whole thing ever happened," replied Minto. "If it's all the same to you."

"Minto, can we please just talk?" Zakuro asked, almost desperately.

"Zakuro, I…"

Minto was cut off when Zakuro grabbed her hand. Minto looked up and locked eyes with Zakuro. She was quite surprised when she saw that Zakuro had a…somewhat desperate look on her face. In fact, she could have sworn that her eyes were beginning to tear up. "Minto, please," Zakuro said, her voice breaking a bit. "I'm not going to be able to get to sleep unless I make this right."

Truth be told, Minto wasn't that upset with Zakuro. She really did want to get to sleep, but she could tell Zakuro was about to become an emotional wreck, and she didn't want that.

"Alright then," sighed Minto. "In fact, I actually have a few things to say to you too."

"That's fair," replied Zakuro. "But let's find somewhere more private to talk."

"Very well. But before we go…"

Minto then turned around to show her behind to Zakuro. "Is it…clean down there?" she asked, embarrassed.

"Oh my! Was it that bad?" Zakuro asked, worriedly.

"Is it clean or not?!" snapped Minto.

"Yes, there's nothing there!" replied Zakuro.

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely."

"…okay then."

With that final bit of reassurance, Minto and Zakuro went to go walk around the resort, looking for a quiet place to chat.

After walking around the resort, the two of them eventually settled on going to the pool to talk. Naturally, since it was the middle of the night, they were the only two there. The sign on the gate read SORRY - POOL IS CLOSED. However, since the gate wasn't locked, Minto and Zakuro let themselves in.

"Are you sure we should be here?" Minto asked, closing the pool gate behind her.

"Probably not," replied Zakuro, "but it's not like we're going to go for a swim. We're just going to talk."

Against her better judgment, Minto decided to follow Zakuro's lead.

"Let's sit over here," Zakuro said, pointing to the edge of the pool.

Zakuro sat down at the edge of the pool. She let out a surprised moan when cold, slightly damp tile made contact with her bare bottom. She slowly dipped her feet into the water. "Ahhh…" Zakuro sighed, heavenly.

After a moment of hesitation, Minto sat down next to Zakuro. Like her, she also dipped her feet into the water. The two of them began to quietly kick their feet back and forward, sloshing the pool water all around. "It feels nice, doesn't it?" Zakuro asked.

"I suppose so," replied Minto. "It's a bit too cold for my tastes."

There was a long silence between the two. They just stared down at their feet, not looking each other in the eye.

Eventually, the silence was broken by Zakuro. "Minto," she said, "I'm…"

"Wait!" interrupted Minto. "Me first."

"Oh!" Zakuro said, surprised by Minto's sudden outburst. "Uh…alright then."

Zakuro waited for Minto to say something, but she didn't. She was surprised when Minto scooted closer to her…much closer. In fact, Minto was so close, their hips were touching. Zakuro blushed as Minto put her head on her shoulder. Minto continued looking out towards the water. "Minto," said Zakuro, "this is quite a…"

Zakuro then let out a loud scream as she suddenly felt something forcibly entering her behind! She was so surprised she nearly ended up falling into the pool! Zakuro jumped up onto her feet and stepped away from Minto, nearly tripping over her own feet.

Once she put some distance between her and Minto, Zakuro stopped to catch her breath. She felt her heart pounding from the shock of something violating her. She had her hands protecting her rear from any other sudden penetrations.

Zakuro looked down and saw Minto looking right back at her. Right where Zakuro was sitting, Minto had her finger sticking up towards the sky. It was Minto that had penetrated her bottom with her finger! "Minto, what was that?!" she asked, exasperated.

"Did that turn you on?" Minto asked, with a nervous look on her face.

Zakuro suddenly began to feel guilty. "Okay, I see what you did," Zakuro said, embarrassed.

Zakuro sat back down on the edge, but this time she kept her distance. "It really hurt that bad?" she asked, concerned.

"It wasn't…comfortable," Minto replied, blushing. "You just stuck your finger in full force. And you were very rough. And you thought it would help me get off faster?!"

"Well, I mean…um…" stammered Zakuro.

"You told me it does for you," mentioned Minto

Zakuro let out a surprised gasp as her face began to turn red. "I…I did say, didn't I?" she replied.

"So does that really turn you on?" Minto asked again. "Someone just jamming their fingers inside you at full speed?"

"Well…not full speed!" stammered Zakuro, "I usually…go slowly at first. And…I would…also…lubricate…first. To make it…oh god!"

Then, to Minto's surprise, Zakuro covered her face with her hands, as if she was going to cry. "I'm so embarrassed!" she said dramatically. "I should have never done any of that to you! I was just so…horny that I wasn't thinking straight! I just forced myself onto you and did all kinds of strange things to your body without caring if you would even enjoy it! And now you know just how perverted I am!"

"Hey, hey! It's okay! It's okay! I forgive you!" Minto said, as she was becoming more and more concerned by Zakuro becoming emotional. "I forgive you for fingering me…like that."

"How can you forgive me so easily?" Zakuro asked, facing Minto. "It's because of me that you got sick to your stomach!"

Minto let out a small cough as she clutched her stomach. "Oh! I'm sure that's not what that was!" Minto said, trying her best to make Zakuro feel a bit better. "It must have been something I ate."

"Are you…are you sure?" asked Zakuro, worriedly.

"Yes, I'm sure that's all it was," reaffirmed Minto. "My stomach had been acting up a little since dinner. Maybe I ate too much of the tiramisu. But I swear, I'm feeling fine now! So don't worry!"

Minto stared down at her feet in the water. "I'm not mad at you, Zakuro," she said. "Truthfully, I'm just…rather surprised that someone as…sophisticated and glamorous as you would be into…that kind of thing."

Zakuro let out a nervous cough. "I'll admit," she said, "it's an…acquired…kink. It felt strange at first, but…it can be pleasurable."

"Can it really?" Minto asked, doubtfully.

"There's a certain…technique to it," said Zakuro. "One that I…neglected when I did it to you."

"I don't know if there's any technique to…that that would turn me on," replied Minto. "With all due respect to you Zakuro, sticking your fingers where…y'know…waste comes from, it just sounds filthy to me. It just doesn't turn me on the way it does for you."

"Is that so?" Zakuro asked, with a sly smile.

Just then, she leaned a little closer to Minto. "Sooo…what does turn you on?" Zakuro asked, whispering into Minto's ear.

"Oh!" gasped Minto, "Uhh…well…"

"Is it trying to touch another girl's breasts while they're asleep?"

Minto gulped. "Right…I did do that, didn't I?"

"You did," Zakuro said.

There was a long awkward silence between the two, as they looked away from each other and kicking their feet in the pool. Minto let out a small cough, which broke the quietness for a moment. "Were you mad at me for that?" she finally asked, bracing herself for the answer.

"I'll admit, I was at first," replied Zakuro.

"…oh…you were?" Minto asked, worriedly.

"I mean, should have I not been?" Zakuro asked. "Wouldn't you be mad if someone poked your butt while you were sleeping?"

Minto didn't answer, but she knew she would have probably been very upset if someone tried that with her.

"I know in the end I decided to let you touch them," continued Zakuro. "But, I still want to know why did you try to touch my boobs?"

Minto hesitated. With her face turning even redder, she turned away from Zakuro and looked down at her feet, afraid to answer. "I'm sorry, Zakuro," she said, at last. "I knew I shouldn't have done that. And I tried not to, but…I just couldn't help myself!"

"But why?" Zakuro asked.

"Because…well…just look at you!"

Minto reached over and lifted Zakuro's arms up, providing a clear view of her whole body. "You have the most perfect body in the world!" admitted Minto.

"Minto, I keep telling you! Your body is…"

"No, shut up!" Minto shouted, scaring Zakuro. "It's true! Everything about you is incredible! I mean, just look at your boobs! And your butt! Your boobs are so…b-big! And your butt is nice…and firm! I wanted to know what they felt like."

At this point, there was no stopping Minto. She just blurted everything out, not caring what Zakuro would think. "And you're probably wondering why don't I just touch my own boobs? Or just touch my own butt?"

Minto looked down at her own body, then she cupped her breasts. "My boobs aren't nowhere near as big as yours!" she said, sadly. "And I barely have a butt compared to you! Touching them myself doesn't bring me the same feeling I get when I touched yours!"

Minto turned back towards Zakuro, looking at her with a mix of sadness and embarrassment. "It turns out, I'm just as much of a pervert as you are," Minto said, sadly.

Zakuro looked back at her, looking concerned. She watched as Minto crossed her arms and rubbed her elbows nervously. "Minto," she said, softly. "I know exactly how you feel."

"You…do?" Minto asked.

"Yes, I do."

Zakuro then looked down at herself. "Much like yourself, I also…masturbate," she said.

Minto couldn't help but blush at this declaration. Even though she shouldn't be surprised at this point, just hearing that the girl she admires so much, a girl she saw as pure and mature, pleasures herself like she does made her feel strange. "I sometimes get…really aroused…and I have the urge to get myself off. Although, not to the point where I would do it in the same bed as someone else."

Minto winced, remembering that Zakuro caught her masturbating in bed while Zakuro wasn't looking. Zakuro continued on. "Running your fingers down your stomach, fingering yourself over and over while you feel your breasts all over until you reach your peak…it feels wonderful, doesn't it?"

Minto turned away embarrassed. She was also trying hard not to let herself get aroused again. "Y-Yes, it-it does," she stammered.

"But like you, Minto, over time, touching myself doesn't bring me the same feeling it did before," confessed Zakuro. "So when I caught you trying to touch me, I was curious as to what it would feel like if…someone else was touching me."

"So that's why you let me touch your boobs," said Minto.

"And that's also why I offered to pleasure you," finished Zakuro. "I wanted to see what it would be like for you."

Minto crossed her arms nervously. "Wow Zakuro," said Minto. "I never thought the straight-laced, melancholy girl I knew back at the cafe would be so…kinky. I'm…learning quite a lot about you on this trip."

"I'm learning a lot about you too," said Zakuro, as she grabbed her chest. "When you were touching my boobs, it felt…amazing. Something about the way your fingers caressed them, it just…drove me crazy."

Minto then remembered when Zakuro accidentally let out a loud moan while Minto was touching her. "Your boobs felt great to touch," she said, "They were so…soft! And firm! I'm still surprised that you let me do that."

Minto then smiled as she twirled a strand of her hair. "You know, you weren't so bad yourself," she said. "When you…rubbed my…p-pussy…"

"Oh, really?" Zakuro said, surprised.

"You're right," continued Minto. "It does feel wonderful when…someone else does it to you. In fact, I was really close. But then you…well…y'know…"

"…right," Zakuro sighed. She felt that her misjudgment about fingering Minto's back entrance will continue to haunt her.

Things went quiet between them. Both were at a loss at what to say next. "Maybe we should head back," suggested Zakuro. "I'd hate for Ichigo and Lettuce to wake up and find out we're gone."

"Yes, it's probably best that we head back," replied Minto.

Minto and Zakuro got up on their feet. But before they could start heading towards the exit, Minto stopped Zakuro in her tracks. "Huh? What is it?" she asked.

"Before we head back," said Minto. "Can I ask you one more question? This one is…important. Really important."

"Sure. What is it?" asked Zakuro.

Minto gulped. It was now or never. She had to know. "E-Even though…we t-touched each other…intimately, I was w-w-wondering…"

"Yes?" Zakuro asked.

"Do you…like me?"

TO BE CONTINUED…