Undying Friendship - Part 2

Disclaimer: The characters, settings and their likeness do not belong to me, they are unfortunately owned by someone else.

Author's Note: This is the second instalment of this story, which explores the ups and downs of deep friendship. This is based mostly on personal experience and feelings, which I find is always best to write about, so any feedback would be appreciated, whether it's good or bad. Thanks.

With as much elegance as she could muster, Makoto pulled the door open a little to hastily, revealing Shimoto who wore a beaming smile on her face. She stepped forward, flinging her arms around Makoto and enveloping her in a warm hug. Makoto couldn't help but let out a laugh; glad to at last have her feelings returned by someone she truly cared about. She grabbed Shimoto's hand and led her inside her home, kicking the door shut. She motioned for Shimoto to sit by the table whilst she prepared the drinks.
She pulled some glasses out of a cupboard and searched for the ice tea she had prepared earlier. Whilst she was doing this she didn't notice the music that had suddenly started. Makoto walked into the lounge, glasses in hand and stopped, an amused expression on her face.
She looked at Shimoto who was trying to hide a grin behind her hand. "Isn't this the music from..."
"Yes, it is." Shimoto cut her off. The same music had been playing the night before, a Japanese pop band that Makoto had never really listened to before. She couldn't even remember their name but could definitely remember the music and what had happened in accompaniment.
Makoto placed the glasses on the table, her eyes still fixed on Shimoto who was now looking at her seductively. Makoto could feel her face flushing and she stared down at the glass in front of her. She heard Shimoto's giggle and looked up again. She had stood up and rounded the table, kneeling beside Makoto. She ran a hand along Makoto's bare arm, making her shiver and a familiar rush of emotion surge through her body. Makoto leant forward until her lips were only inches away from Shimoto's.
"You have such beautiful eyes." She breathed, her excitement evident by her husky voice.
Shimoto smiled. "Shut up." She moved forward, pressing her lips against Makoto's. Her hands began to wander, feeling the curves of Makoto's body. Their kiss deepened as they were lost in each other, the outside world non-existent for a few seconds. Shimoto pulled away and stood to Makoto's disappointment. Before Makoto could protest, Shimoto grabbed her hand and pulled her through to the bedroom and onto the bed. Makoto kissed her neck gently, sliding a hand down Shimoto's leg and up again, exciting her even more. Shimoto pushed Makoto away, quickly manoeuvring her body around Makoto's and turning her over so Makoto was beneath her. Makoto feigned a hurt expression.
"What did I do wrong?" she struggled against Shimoto's firm hold on her arms.
Shimoto merely smiled, leaning down and planting loving kisses along Makoto's neckline. She worked her way up to Makoto's ear, nibbling on the lobe whilst Makoto's breathing came in shallow gasps. Her hands began to wander once again; a habit Makoto had noticed moments after their first kiss. Every slight caress against her skin made Makoto's excitement soar, making her body ache for Shimoto. Makoto arched her body and kissed Shimoto deeply, their tongues meeting. Shimoto's warm hand found Makoto's breast and she moaned with the pleasurable sensation. Every one of her senses were heightened and rational thought was discarded with Makoto's care for the world. Shimoto's lips worked their way down her neck whilst her hands lifted the thin top she was wearing. She kissed Makoto's belly lightly, evoking even more arousal within her. One hand massaged her breast whilst Shimoto's free hand unbuttoned Makoto's jeans. She did this teasingly slow, making Makoto groan in impatience and annoyance. Makoto ran her fingers through Shimoto's fine light hair, the softness of it a contrast to the erotic torture she was receiving from the hair's owner.
Shimoto looked up at her seductively, the same lusty look in her eyes from the night before. Seeing that look aroused Makoto even more, she had never had someone look at her that way before. "Am I doing something wrong Mako-chan?" she whispered, her voice acquiring its own extremely husky tone. Makoto growled at her, the deep noise rising up from the back of her throat.
Shimoto let out a familiar giggle, never taking her eyes off Makoto's face whilst her hands pulled at the jeans. She began kissing the sensitive skin of the thigh, nipping it slightly with her teeth. Makoto moaned, the pleasure she was receiving overwhelmed her. Finally giving in to the ecstasy, she let Shimoto have her way with her.


Makoto walked briskly towards the school gates wearing a beaming smile on her face. She had that same infectious smile as she had the day before and she was unwilling to depart with it. She revelled in the emotions she was feeling. Everything was so new to her and she was determined not to let anything spoil her newfound happiness. As she walked through the gates she heard the familiar ring of the bell.
Her pace quickened to a run as she realised she was late. "Damn..." she sighed, noting some things would never change. She walked into class, giving her apologies to the teacher and quietly sitting down. Time seemed to drag on but Makoto kept herself busy with thoughts of the day before.
When, eventually, it was time for the break in between periods, Makoto made her way outside and found a quiet spot under an oak tree. She sat down and watched the other students meet up and go about their business. As she soaked in the sun a shadow fell over her, making her look up.
"Is this spot taken?"
Makoto smiled. "Yes... by you!"
Shimoto sat down beside her, staring up at the clouds. "Why is it everyone has to know why I'm smiling?" she glanced at Makoto, a knowing expression on her face.
"People are just so curious... I suppose I would be too. Why are you smiling Shimo-chan?"
Shimoto smirked at Makoto. "I think you know the answer to that. It's because I'm in love with y..." Shimoto's words trailed off as she realised they were not alone. A blonde haired girl stood in front of them, an eyebrow raised.
"Mina-chan... I..." Makoto began.