What Himiko Craves

by Ulquiorra9000

Chapter 1: lending you a hand (in all the right places)

It was the fourth year of her college career, and Himiko Toga decided that biology was still the one and only field worthy of study. Oh, the things she learned from her studly professor, and the things she could teach him... it really got the juices flowing.

"... that should do it for today," Mr. Sekijiro Kan, the professor, said when he wrapped up his presentation in the lecture hall. "See you all this Thursday."

Himiko got to her feet as her classmates rushed out of the room, and she skipped her way to Mr. Kan, who was fiddling with some papers at his desk.

"Oh. Miss Toga," he said when she got close.

Himiko giggled and held her hands behind her back. "Come ooooonn, professor. Won't you let me do it?"

"Do... what, now?"

"You remember the one." Himiko bounced up and down on the balls of her feet. She beamed. "I need it so bad. We both do."

Mr. Kan flinched. "You wanna reword that?"

"Call it whatever you want, but it's always the same."

"I'm not sure a student should be doing this."

"Aw, come on. It'll get me an easy A this semester, Mr. Kan."

"Well..." Mr. Kan went pink and glanced away. "Maybe just one more time, miss Toga. But I don't recommend you keep this up. It'll look a bit odd if you move on to grad school."

"Don't worry, I'll just keep doing it there, too." Himiko chewed her lower lip playfully. "Do we have a deal?"

Mr. Kan finally relented. "All right, miss Toga. I'll approve that topic for your next paper. But don't blame me if the librarian gives you funny looks for that research."

"She and I have an... understanding." Himiko licked her lips. "Besides, weren't my last two papers awesome?"

"Well... yes. The Mystery of the Female Orgasm had a rather colorful title, but your level of detail and research was astonishing, miss Toga. I've never seen a more passionate paper."

Himiko clapped her hands together and cheered. "Passionate! What a great way to put it."

"And the one before that... what was it..."

"A Case by Case Study of Erectile Tissue."

"... right. I made sure to hide that one deep in my desk drawer." Mr. Kan ran a hand over his face. "What a topic."

"How could I not write it? Penises are so cool." Himiko made suggestive motions with her fingers, her face going warm. "Like how they're a little floppy noodle until the guy sees something hot, and it gets all big and hard like whoosh! A pleasure rod, ready for action. It's the most majestic organ of them all."

Mr. Kan was clearly regretting this. "Fine. So what is your first paper this semester going to be about?"

"Oh, now we're getting into the meat of the matter." Himiko smoothed her skirt. "I'm gonna write about why different people prefer certain kinds of foreplay. Factoring in sex, age, life experience, even height and weight."

"I... see."

"So can I do it? Please? Oh, please?"

Mr. Kan glanced at the door as though expecting the dean to step right in. What a scene that would make. "All right, miss Toga. But you ought to branch out a bit more after -"

"Woo hoo!" Himiko jumped up and kissed him on the cheek. "You're the best! Another A for me!"

"Stop that! I'm married," Mr. Kan yelped. He put a hand to his cheek.

"So? See ya around." Himiko giggled again, whirled around, and skipped right out of class. Ah, that felt good. She couldn't study to save her life in other classes (or be bothered to), but biology... she had her own private lab sessions to back things up, too. Nothing like hands-on research in the field.

Himiko tilted her head back and inhaled the sweet April air, savoring the scent of cherry blossoms and pollen and stuff. It was such a nice day, so why go back home early? She wanted to catch up on gossip, anyway, and tweet the best stuff she heard.

It didn't take long to find some victims.

"Hey, there, big guy," Himiko taunted Rikido Sato when she found him seated at a bench on the campus center. He was relaxed with one leg folded over his lap, a paperback book in hand. Oh, look at him, pretending to be sophisticated.

Rikido understandably looked a little wary as Himiko approached. "Hey there, Himiko. Nice day, isn't it?"

"Mmmmmmmm... it sure is." Himiko toyed with her skirt hem. "What's the matter? Are you disappointed a sudden breeze didn't show you some of the goods?"

Rikido scowled. "Toru and I are going steady. I'm spoken for."

"Oh yeah? And where's little miss Toru, huh?" Himiko leaned closer, a hungry look on her face as she towered over the seated Rikido. "Or is she next you with her clothes off?" She groped at the empty air.

"Cut that out!" Rikido went red and knocked Himiko's arm away. "Look, she doesn't have class right now."

"So what's she doin'? Playing with her battery-operated boyfriend back at your apartment while her man is away? She's like a sailor's wife, and they get lonely..."

Rikido snorted. "Don't you have other friends to hang out with?"

"Mmmmm... maybe. See ya, lover boy." Himiko saluted him with two fingers and pranced off, making a mental note that 1) Rikido/Toru seemed fine, 2) Rikido was hiding something juicy behind that tough exterior, and 3) if he was that defensive about Toru being nude next to him, then she's already done that before. Maybe Himiko would get luckier next time.

Next up was Ms. Joke, who was actually a good friend. With some lame employees.

"Welcome to StarBuds," Yui Kodai said plainly from behind the counter. "What can I get you today?"

"You should ask what I can get you, little miss can't-get-any-action," Himiko told her. "Sheesh, you're either in class or making change in here. Live it up, girl!"

"Why, I already am," Yui told her flatly. "I got a chance to mix a unique iced coffee yesterday involving mint, limes, double whipped cream, and crumbled Oreos. It was a culinary challenge that I thoroughly enjoyed."

It was incredible how Yui could say anything at all with that mask-like face and robotic voice. Either she was a master of deadpanning, or this girl had a few wires crossed the wrong way in her head. Either way, some proper bedroom action ought to loosen her up a bit. Though at this rate, Yui's best shot was to talk about work and bore some poor guy's pants right off. Well, the end justifies the means, right? Or was that the other way around?

"Oh! Himiko!" Ms. Joke burst right out of the back room and offered two high fives, a huge smile on her face. "I haven't seen you all semester!"

"I know! I should have come earlier!" Himiko made a funny pose as she gave Ms. Joke a double high-five. "But I had stupid classes first."

"If you skip any more classes, you might lose even your high school diploma," Yui said blankly.

Both Himiko and Ms. Joke stared at her.

"Oh. My. Gosh! Yui made her first good joke!" Ms. Joke squealed with delight and hugged her employee tight like a doting aunt. "I knew you had it in you!"

Yui blinked. "Funny how I said it at your friend's expense and you don't mind."

Himiko blew a raspberry. "I could get five different guys' phone numbers before you even made change for a basic coffee, bitch. You really wanna do this?"

"I'm not terribly sure what 'this' even is," Yui admitted flatly.

"Well, I think this calls for something a little special." Ms. Joke clapped her hands together. "Order anything you like, Himiko, darling, and it's on me!"

"Oooooh! Thank you so much!" Himiko clasped her hands together under her chin. "Hey, register jockey."

Yui blinked again. "Yes?"

"What was that super-fancy iced coffee you made for a customer yesterday?"

"Iced coffee with mint, lime, double whipped cream, and Oreo crumbles, in precise ratios and with exact presentation for a wholesome coffee experience."

Himiko snapped her fingers like a rude customer at a French cafe. "Get me one of those. Double-time!"

Going thoroughly single-time, Yui accepted Himiko's cash and prepared the drink. Meanwhile, Ms. Joke made a delicate, maiden sigh that Himiko wouldn't dare miss.

"Are you okay?" Himiko asked with 43% genuine concern.

Ms. Joke dramatically glanced away, a hand cupping her cheek. "Oh, I'm fine. It's just... ever since Katsuki finished his job here, I've been so lonely. I miss all his yelling and reliable manual labor."

"His yelling is why I think ear protection should be part of the StarBuds uniform," Yui said plainly as she kept making the coffee. Now she added some Oreo bits, arranging those suckers very carefully.

Himiko made a sympathetic noise. "I'm sorry to hear that. Maybe he and Setsuna are too busy fucking."

Ms. Joke nodded. "I suppose that's true. They're so beautiful together. How long have they been dating?"

"Uh-uh. No way." Himiko put her hands on her hips. "They're not dating. They're terrible at it. The both of them are strictly booty call, and it's working great. I saw to it."

"Gee, what a saint," Yui said blankly as she handed over Himiko's ultra-fancy coffee.

Himiko swiped the coffee and drank a third of it in one go. She deemed it "orgasm for the tongue," which was her third highest-tier compliment for a beverage. Not bad! "I understand what they need, Yui. You ain't in a position to question me."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Yui said simply.

"Well, see ya. I have more gossip to catch up on," Himiko told them.

"Come back soon!" Ms. Joke said, waving good-bye.

Himiko prepared to take another sip of this tongue-orgasm coffee when something plowed right the fuck into her. Ouch.

"Oh my gosh! I'm so sorry!" Setsuna Tokaga wailed. But it was too late; Himiko's iced coffee got everywhere on both girls' clothes, and Himiko had to grab onto a lamppost to avoid falling over.

"Damn, bitch," Himiko commented. "You cross-eyed or something?"

"I..." Setsuna, who clearly had been in a hurry, took another few seconds to pant for breath before she sank to her knees and burst out crying.

This should be good. Himiko knelt by Setsuna, taking hold of her shoulders. "Hey now, it's all right. I don't even like this shirt that much."

"It's just..." Setsuna wailed. "It's one thing after another, Himiko! My dog just died, I showed up to the wrong class this morning and couldn't find the real one, I forgot to have breakfast, and Katsuki and I are getting bored of each other! And now I ruined your day, too!"

Hmmmmm. What an interesting list of problems. Himiko patted Setsuna's head. "It's okay, hon. We all have shitty days sometimes."

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"You said you and Katsuki are gettin' bored of each other?"

"Well..." Setsuna settled into a comfortable seated position and wiped her eyes. "Kind of, yeah. He even said I should branch out and find some other action, but I really only like seeing him. I mean, there's this girl I'm kind of into, in my sociology class, but..."

Himiko grinned. There was always a silver lining. "So, you're entering a girl-girl phase right now? That's good. it means you respect yourself."

"Huh? How?" Setsuna sniffed.

"Look, it sounds like you're psyching yourself out, and you're paralyzed. Right?"

"Y... yeah. I don't know what I'm supposed to do with myself. This last week has been terrible!"

"And you're in a funk? Can't make a move?"

"No. That's what I'm saying."

"Then I've got just the thing, hon." Himiko leaned in closer and gave Setsuna her address. "Come by at 8:00 tonight. It's gonna be a warm evening, so wear some light clothes. Oh, and make sure you have on a short skirt. The skimpiest one you've got." She smiled and traced a finger along Setsuna's thigh. "And don't bother wearing any panties. Where you're going, you won't need 'em."

Setsuna looked bewildered but nodded. Excellent.

*o*o*o*o*

Himiko sprang from her living room couch when someone knocked on her front door right on time. Doing a happy twirl at the thought of having company, Himiko waltzed right over and swung the door open. She was not disappointed.

"I... um... hi," Setsuna said, looking timid. She chewed her lower lip. "Am I late?"

"Oh, grow a spine. Get in here." Himiko took Setsuna's hand and dragged her in, and shut the door with relish.

"Did I have to come here like this?" Setsuna asked, going red as she toyed with the hem of her short skirt. "It's a breezy day, Himiko! I think a few people saw me when the wind... it flipped up my..."

Himiko smiled toothily. "You're looking good, missy. Are those your nipples poking through your top? No bra?"

"You said 'no panties,' so I went ahead and took off my bra, too."

Himiko caressed Setsuna's left breast ever so tenderly, running her fingertip along the perky nipple. "Mmmmmm... Setsuna, your boobs are a bit small, but they're so perky and cute. I like 'em."

"Y... yeah. So does Katsuki." Setsuna went a shade redder as Himiko kept fondling her breast. "And what's with the robe?"

"Oh, this?" Himiko tugged at the fabric of her pink and black robe. "I'm like the gender-bender Hugh Hefner when I wear this. Ain't no one who can resist me." She leaned to Setsuna's ear and finished with "Not. Even. You."

"Um..." Setsuna made a nervous giggle. "So, what do I have to do?"

"Try this.' Himiko took hold of Setsuna's head in both her hand and kissed her, savoring the delicate sweet taste of the other girl's lips. Ah, perfect, just the right balance of soft and firm. Boys were like whiskey and steak, and it drove her wild for more... but girls were little treats she just had to savor regularly. And tonight, Himiko found herself leaning into it even more than usual, moaning to herself as she took in the flavors of this girl's flesh. And this was just the start...

"Mmmmfff... Himiko...!" Setsuna broke away after about ten seconds, panting and holding a hand to her heart. "That was..."

"Just the start." Himiko's own heart was racing with excitement as she steered the other girl into the bedroom. "Sit on the edge of the bed, Setsuna. Do it!"

"Y-yes!" Setsuna promptly sat on the bed's edge as told, and at once, Himiko undid her robe's sash and let the entire thing fall to the floor around her. She was totally nude, her body already shining a bit with excited sweat, her huge breasts jiggling a bit from the motion.

Setsuna stared. "Whoa... your jugs..."

"I know, honey. I think I went up another cup size last summer. Now..." Licking her lips, Himiko knelt before Setsuna, took hold of the girl's knees, and spread her legs wide apart. Once Himiko lifted the other girl's skirt, she sighed with anticipation at the sight of Setsuna's sweet pink pussy on display. As Himiko hoped, Setsuna was following her every order, and now it was time to get to work. Himiko ran her fingers along Setsuna's thighs from the knees to her hips, and she slowly ran her left hand's fingers along Setsuna's pussy.

"Oh... oh my..." Setsuna's breath caught in her throat as Himiko expertly started stroking her exposed flesh. "How are you doing that? Not even Katsuki..."

"Heh heh. Katsuki has explosive power and a refreshingly honest attitude. But he ain't got a gentle touch like I do." Himiko ran her tongue along her canines as she kept massaging Setsuna's pink flesh, and sure enough, the other girl was quickly getting slick and moist down there, right on schedule.

"A-aaaaaah!" Setsuna threw back her head. "Himiko...!"

"How fast do you want it?"

"Huh?"
"Tell me, skank!"

"Just a little faster... just like that... oh my god, yes..."

Everyone had their own preferences on speed, pressure, and technique, and with the buffet of lovers Himiko indulged in, she had seen some of everything. So, Setsuna was the type to savor the action and draw it out, not bang right through it. Okay.

Now Himiko stuck out her tongue and placed it at one end of Setsuna's pussy. "Here I go!" she said. Then she slowly dragged her tongue along the other girl's flesh, making sure to curl and wiggle her tongue for maximum stimulation as she went. Having both given and received this process many times, Himiko knew where all the pleasure spots were and how to apply them, and Setsuna was squirming with ecstasy. Himiko didn't relent; she dragged her tongue back down the opposite way, throwing in a few trick moves to show off her arsenal of pleasure techniques.

Back and forth Himiko went, and Setsuna couldn't get enough of it. "Oh god... I think I'm gonna... Himikoooooo..."

"Come? Too soon for that. Here." Himiko parted from Setsuna's flesh and motioned. "Now you do me. I can't have you orgasm too soon. We ain't done yet."

Once Setsuna shakily got to her feet, Himiko took her place and spread her legs wide. She ran her fingers down her pussy. "Do it like I did. But do it faster. That's how I like it."

"O... okay." Fanning herself, Setsuna took a few seconds to get herself ready, then she knelt and stuck out her tongue.

Now Himiko was the one who threw back her head and moaned as her flesh met an expert tongue. Well, not expert, but damn, Setsuna was pretty good for her level of experience! Himiko sat up enough to lovingly put a hand on Setsuna's head as she kept licking the other girl, and she felt her bedsheets grow damp with excited sweat.

"Faster!" Himiko cried.

"I-I'm trying!" Setsuna said. "I'm gonna get a... a tongue cramp."

But still, she tried, and Himiko gave her another couple of minutes before demanding another swap.

"You're good for a novice," Himiko told her, "but this is how a pro finishes it. Spread 'em!"

Eagerly, Setsuna sat on the bed's edge and threw her legs wide apart, and Himiko dived right into the pool. She used every trick she knew on that pussy, including running her hands along the other girl's legs on all the right spots, then massaging Setsuna's belly. She didn't know why, but a belly tickle really worked on some girls, and luckily, the same was true of Setsuna Tokage. What a great partner she turned out to be!

"Ohhhh... Himiko... I'm gonna...! AAAAHHHHHHH~!"

Setsuna howled like a wolf as she finally reached her climax, and her orgasm was one of the finest Himiko had seen in the last six months. She sat back and let Setsuna savor her moment, arms folded and a satisfied grin on her face.

"How was that?" Himiko finally asked. "Do you feel beautiful now?"

"I... I..." Setsuna lay flat on her back, her legs still spread wide, panting for breath. "I feel like a fucking goddess."

"Exactly." Himiko sat on the bed next to tonight's lover. "Girls should always feel good about their bodies, and they have a right to be comfortable in their own skin. You hear me? Love yourself."

Setsuna wiped her brow and glanced over at the other girl. "Himiko, that was strangely wise of you. I thought you were just a... a sex-crazed maniac."

"Well, that too." Himiko patted Setsuna's head again. "I'm also the world's horniest therapist. Just ask Melissa."

"Oh... that blonde American girl? I think I had a class with her last semester..."

"Yeah. American girls are like wild mustangs. It's an incredible experience." Himiko smiled wider. "Now, are you ready to get out there and be the best you can be? Setsuna Tokage is back in business!"

Setsuna stood up and smoothed her skirt. "I... I guess I am," she panted. "I've got a bit of a walk home ahead of me, Himiko. I just want to say... thank you, and I'm sorry I couldn't stay longer."

Himiko motioned with a hand and kept up that smile. "That's right, honey. Walk home with confidence."

"Even though I'm not wearing underwear with this skanky skirt." Setsuna giggled. "On my next date, I'm bringing my naughty lingerie. I spent a lot on it, you know."

"Eh, I hardly ever bother with underwear. It's just another obstacle."

Setsuna made a well-that's-just-weird expression and headed for the door. "Good night, Himiko, and thanks again."

Himiko got up to see the other girl off. "Thank me by getting a good fuck with your next date, be it man or woman!"

Setsuna waved as she slipped out the front door. The apartment went quiet again.

Ah, another successful session with yet another needy classmate. Why, just last week Himiko had had Neito Monoma in here, so he could work up the guts to ask out Itsuka Kendo and prepare for a sexy good time with her. She'd have to check the gossip circles and see if Neito had scored or not.

But it was always so quiet when everyone left, and Himiko stood there, studying the door, her smile slipping right off her face. She had tried to deny it, but there was this feeling nagging her in the back of her mind. No, it was nothing... right? Right?

Himiko retired to the bath room for a quick wash and soak, but her mind was firmly on the topic, no matter how hard she scrubbed. Hmmmmmmm...