A/N: This might be my longest chapter yet. In addition, this chapter features some pretty steamy lesbian action, including groping, nipple sucking, fingering, and using toys. Just a heads-up in case that's not your thing. Enjoy!
Chapter 9: Making It Up to You
Ichigo walked out from the bathroom and out into the room. She toweled off her hair and looked around. She noticed that Lettuce was nowhere to be seen.
"Looking for Lettuce?" Zakuro asked, suddenly.
Ichigo jumped. She wasn't expecting Zakuro to be awake so early. "Zakuro!" Ichigo said. "I didn't know you were awake!"
"Lettuce just stepped out a moment ago," answered Zakuro, as she rubbed her eyes. "She seemed kinda…worried. I heard her say she needed some fresh air."
"Oh! I-I wonder what's wrong," stammered Ichigo, as she tried to feign ignorance.
"I don't know," yawned Zakuro. "Did something happen while we were gone last night?"
Ichigo's body tensed up. "W-What makes you say that?" Ichigo asked.
"...just a hunch," said Zakuro. "In any case, you should probably go and talk to her."
"Y-Yeah, I should do that," agreed Ichigo.
Ichigo sat her towel on one of the chairs and began making her way towards the door. "Wait, aren't you coming?" Ichigo asked, confused as to why Zakuro was still in bed.
Zakuro let out a yawn. "I still feel pretty tired," she said, "unless you really want me and Minto to help..."
Ichigo gulped. "Uh, that's fine!" she said, nervously. "I'll find Lettuce myself." The last thing she wanted is to get Zakuro and Minto involved. Especially Minto.
Ichigo walked out of the room, leaving Minto and Zakuro alone in the room.
Ichigo ran down the hallway, hoping to catch up with Lettuce. But she stopped in her tracks when she realized something.
"Wait? They were gone last night?" she asked herself.
Back in the room, Zakuro let out another yawn as she plopped back down onto the bed. She still felt exhausted. Both she and Minto weren't able to get much sleep last night. Even after stepping out, talking by the pool, and coming back, they were only able to get just a few hours' sleep.
Still, for Zakuro, it was well worth sneaking out last night. She couldn't help but smile as she remembered what happened last night. The two had a rather intimate conversation and they both ended up sharing quite a few personal things, and it ended up with them sharing their first kiss.
Zakuro smiled upon remembering Minto's lips pressed against hers. If only she could have seen her reaction when their lips first touched.
Suddenly, she was interrupted by Minto groaning.
Carefully, Zakuro sat up to take a look. Minto was sleeping peacefully with her head buried deep in her pillow. Zakuro smiled as she reached out and gently pulled a few strands of hair away from her face.
"Minto…" murmured Zakuro, passionately. She leaned over and gave her a small peck on the cheek, taking great care to not wake her up.
Zakuro looked down and saw that the bedsheets clung to Minto's body. While Minto didn't have the same blessed assets that she did, Zakuro could still make out parts of her slender body, such as her slim dancers' legs. But one other part of Minto's body stood out, especially to Zakuro.
And that was...her buttocks.
It was then that Zakuro had an idea.
A very…sensual idea.
Zakuro quickly checked the other bed, as if she wasn't convinced that they were truly alone. She then waited to see if Ichigo or Lettuce would suddenly return and pop in.
She waited and waited. But the two never returned.
When she was sure she was in the clear, she then turned back to Minto, who was still asleep. "Well...she didn't have a problem doing this to me last night..." she said to herself.
Zakuro's hands began gravitating towards Minto's rear end. With only a small moment of hesitation, she pressed her palm against Minto's buttocks. With how thick the bedsheets, Zakuro had to really press down to feel Minto's rear. And even then, Zakuro couldn't feel it very well.
So...she pulled her hand back. Moving slowly and carefully, Zakuro lifted the bedsheets up, just enough to expose Minto's bare bottom. Zakuro was puzzled as to how Minto hadn't woken up yet. Surely she would have felt someone touching her, especially Zakuro.
Zakuro looked down and gasped as she eyed her creamy soft rear extensively.
"Just a quick touch," murmured Zakuro.
Zakuro then lowered her hand down and slowly pressed her palm up against Minto's rump. Zakuro carefully rubbed her hand up, down, and all around Minto's rear. Her body shivered upon feeling her soft skin.
Feeling her up brought back memories of last night, much to Zakuro's dismay. Minto and Zakuro took a huge risk trying to pleasure each other late at night while Ichigo and Lettuce were in the room with them.
If there's one thing Zakuro would like to forget, it's how last night she wasn't able to get off. But even more so, she'd like to forget how she wasn't able to get Minto off.
Although…maybe she could make it up to her.
Maybe, she can do it…right now.
Throwing the covers back over her own body, Zakuro wrapped her arms around the sleeping Minto and pulled herself closer to her, enough where her breasts were pressed against Minto's back.
Zakuro brought her hands up and cupped Minto's breasts. Minto let out a small moan, but didn't wake up. Zakuro continued on, gently groping her chest. While not as big as Zakuro's, Minto's bosom still proved to be quite sizable. They were just big enough for Zakuro.
As she flicked her finger off one of Minto's nipples, she suddenly heard a voice.
"So...that's what that feels like?"
Suddenly, Minto turned around and faced Zakuro. She was relieved to see Minto smiling, albeit still half-asleep.
"Good morning," Zakuro said, staring into Minto's eyes.
Minto beamed brightly. "So last night, that wasn't a dream?" she asked.
Zakuro didn't answer but gave a small giggle, which was more than enough for Minto.
Minto lifted herself up and yawned. She looked around and saw that she and Zakuro were the only two people in the room. "Where's Ichigo and Lettuce?" she asked.
"They already left," explained Zakuro.
"This early? And without us?!"
Before Minto could ask any more questions, she then let out a big yawn. "You know what, that's fine by me," she said, sleepily. "I'm still tired anyway."
Minto was about to plop back down onto her pillow, but then she came to a realization. "Wait a moment," she gasped. "If they're not here, that means…we're alone."
"We are," smiled Zakuro.
Zakuro saw that Minto's face was turning red. "Did you…want to do something…while they are gone?" Zakuro asked, slyly.
Minto grabbed a strand of her hair and twiddled with it nervously. "Maybe," she said.
"Like what?" Zakuro asked.
Zakuro waited for a response. Instead, Minto looked Zakuro in the eye and leaned forward, planting her lips onto hers. Zakuro's eyes were wide open, taken back by Minto's surprise kiss. It didn't take long for Zakuro to close her eyes and return her kiss.
The two continued their passionate make-out session by dancing around each other's tongues and smacking on each other's lips.
"Your lips…they're so soft," Minto murmured in between kisses. "Every time we kiss…it makes my body shiver."
"Does it now?" Zakuro asked.
Then, Zakuro jumped as she felt Minto's hands on her chest. Acting on instinct, she broke them away from her and quickly covered her breasts. "I'm sorry!" Minto yelped. "I-I shouldn't have…!"
"It's okay," reassured Zakuro. "You just surprised me. That's all."
Once she had calmed down, Zakuro moved her hands away, "You really like my breasts, don't you?" she asked, playfully.
"It's just…it was really dark last night," stammered Minto, "and I didn't really see-"
"It's okay," interrupted Zakuro. "All you have to do is ask."
"O-okay," Minto said, bashfully. "Zakuro, can I…touch your boobs again?"
Zakuro then lifted her arms up and put her hands behind her head, allowing her bosom to jut out towards Minto. "Remember, be gentle," she said.
Minto gulped, but wasted no time reaching out and pressing her hands against Zakuro's soft melons. With no Ichigo or Lettuce to worry about, Minto took her sweet time truly taking in the sight and feel of Zakuro's lovely breasts.
While the moonlight from last night gave her bosom a magnificent glow, the morning sun gave Minto a full, complete look at Zakuro's bare chest. She was able to better appreciate the size and weight of them, as well as her puffy, pink nipples. Minto noticed them becoming stiffer as she continued on.
Zakuro had her eyes closed as Minto's playful massage sent shivers through her body.
Then, after one squeeze too many, Zakuro let out a loud moan. She was so glad that Ichigo and Lettuce weren't around. Although she did worry about waking up the people in the other room.
"Does this turn you on?" Minto asked.
"I don't know how to explain it," Zakuro said. "But something about the way you massage my boobs drives me wild! It gets me…a bit bothered."
Minto looked back at Zakuro's chest. In particular, she took note of her nipples.
"You know, t-there's something that I've wanted to do," Minto said nervously. "With your chest that is."
"What's this?" panted Zakuro.
Zakuro waited for Minto to reply. While Minto didn't verbally say anything back, Zakuro still got an answer.
After a moment of hesitation, Minto leaned forward and wrapped her lips around Zakuro's left nipple. Zakuro gasped as she felt Minto's mouth pulling at her mound. "M-M-Minto!" she said, frantically. "What are you…!"
But Minto didn't stop. She continued gently circling her tongue around and sucking on Zakuro's breast.
Zakuro didn't know what to think. Seeing a close friend of hers sucking on her teat like a baby to their mother was a strange sight to see.
The same thought permeated Minto's mind as well, but she couldn't stop herself. The feeling of Zakuro's breast in her mouth overwhelmed her senses.
"This must look so weird," she thought, "but I can't help it! They were just…staring at me! And this feels incredible."
Then, something started to trickle out of Zakuro's bosom. Minto didn't notice at first, but her tongue began to taste funny as she felt something liquidy in her mouth.
Only then did Minto realize what it was.
"Oh my! Is this…?" she thought. "No way, I think it is!"
Minto removed her mouth from Zakuro's nipple and wiped it with her hand. Zakuro covered her breasts in embarrassment.
"Zakuro…" Minto whispered, "I…I think I…tasted your…your…"
"My what?" Zakuro asked, although she already knew.
"I think I…tasted your...y'know," stammered Minto. "Your...breast milk."
Zakuro gulped. She could see a small drop still hanging from her tit. Of course, she shouldn't be surprised. After all, that is where milk comes from. She just never thought that she would be essentially breastfeeding someone so soon in her life, no less a friend of hers.
Well...at this point, they were definitely more than friends.
"And…how did it taste?" she asked.
Minto blushed as the taste of it still lay on her tongue. Truth be told, it certainly wasn't a taste she was used to. It was hard for her to describe. "It's yours, Zakuro," she said, finally. "That means it…has a wonderful taste."
Minto buried her face in her hands. "I'm sorry, Zakuro!" she said, dramatically. "That was…so embarrassing! And so…"
"Shush, it's okay," Zakuro said, reassuring her friend. "It actually felt…good."
"R-really?" stammered Minto. "Me sucking the milk out of your breasts felt…good?"
Zakuro smiled. "It was…strange, but yes, it felt good," she said.
She placed her hand on Minto's stomach. "Don't apologize Minto," she said. "I'm the one who should be sorry, especially after last night."
"No, Zakuro. We…"
Zakuro put a finger on Minto's lips, shutting her up. "Please…let me make it up to you," she begged.
Zakuro then slid out of bed. Minto was anxious as she watched Zakuro going through her belongings, looking for something. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"Just…looking for something," replied Zakuro.
"What are you looking for?"
"It's a surprise."
This made Minto worry. Zakuro gave her a surprise last night, and she didn't like it at all. She grew worried as to what Zakuro had planned for her this time.
Eventually, Zakuro found what she was looking for. Whatever it was, it was small enough for Zakuro to hide it in her palm. Zakuro smiled at Minto. "Minto, please close your eyes."
Minto slowly backed away from Zakuro. "W-why?" she stammered.
"Don't worry, I promise I will not hurt you," reassured Zakuro. "At the very least, I won't stick anything…up there."
Minto instinctively clenched her body. She still had her doubts, but she also knew Zakuro wouldn't purposely hurt her. And so, she did as she was told and closed her eyes.
Minto panicked as she felt the bed moving, Zakuro positioned herself behind Minto. Minto shivered as Zakuro's chest was pressed against her back. She gasped as, for the second time, Zakuro cupped her breasts with her hands. Zakuro gently squeezed them and swirled them around.
"She's…she's fondling me!" Minto thought. "Zakuro…is fondling my breast!"
Zakuro watched as Minto's face blushed and her breathing was slowly becoming labored. "You know, you have a very soft pair of boobs," she whispered. "They're just the right size."
No matter how many times Zakuro told her that, Minto still had a hard time believing her chest to be worthy.
But she didn't dwell on it long as she lost herself in the moment. As Zakuro continued to sensually massage her breasts, Minto raised her arms and looped them around Zakuro's neck. "Oh…Zakuro…" she panted.
Then, Zakuro slid her hand down from Minto's cleavage down past her belly button. Minto knew where she was headed.
Or so she thought.
It looked as if Zakuro was diving straight for her womanhood, but her hand made a detour around her thigh and right onto her butt cheek. Minto's body tensed up as Zakuro circled her palm on Minto's rear. "I know Lettuce said Ichigo's butt was better," Zakuro said, "but I might have to disagree. All that dancing has given you a firm, tight butt."
Minto squirmed as she felt Zakuro lightly squeeze her buttocks. She had to admit, she loved hearing Zakuro telling her that her butt was better than Ichigo's.
Then, came the moment Minto had been waiting for, especially after last night. Zakuro moved her hands to her stomach where she gently massaged Minto, gliding her hands around in a circular motion, going lower and lower each time.
Finally, Zakuro's fingers went all the way down to Minto's womanhood. Minto let out a shocked gasp as Zakuro forcibly pushed her legs apart from each other, allowing Zakuro a complete view of her (now-moistened) vagina. Even though they were the only two in the room, the thought of her being so exposed greatly embarrassed her.
"My, you've gotten very wet," murmured Zakuro, as she saw a clear fluid dripping from Minto's privates. "I'm surprised you haven't come already."
Zakuro looked at Minto's pained expression. She could tell that Minto had a lot of sexual frustration pent up and she desperately needed to release.
"I…I…" stammered Minto.
"Hmm?" Zakuro asked, listening intently.
"Please…I…need to…"
"Need to…what?"
"…I…I need to come…" Minto murmured, quietly.
"What's that?" Zakuro said, feigning ignorance.
"I…need to come," Minto said again, this time a little louder.
Zakuro had a sly smile on her face. "I think I have just the thing that'll help you," she said.
Minto still had her eyes closed, so she wasn't able to see what Zakuro had in her hands. Zakuro lifted her "surprise" up close to Minto's ear.
And it began to make a loud whirring noise.
When Minto heard the noise it made, her mouth dropped and her eyes almost popped open. "Wait…is this what I…think it is?!" she asked, completely shocked.
"Open your eyes and find out," said Zakuro.
And so Minto did.
Sure enough, in Zakuro's fingers was a small, slender device that looked like a lipstick container. But the buzzing sound it made clued Minto in on what it really was. "That's a…a…"
"Go on, say it," Zakuro said, confidently.
"A v-v-vibrator," Minto said, finally. "Y-you have a vibrator?"
"Of course, don't you?" she replied.
"N-no," Minto replied, bashfully.
It was the truth. Minto will admit to masturbating, but never with any vibrators or other similar toys like that. She had always used her hands. It was discreet and did the job well enough. She felt anything else would have attracted attention, even in a mansion as large as hers.
Before Minto could question why Zakuro brought a vibrator with her in the first place, Zakuro began massaging the lower part of her stomach. "In that case," she whispered, "I'll show you how I use it."
Zakuro dragged the toy down towards Minto's pussy. It wasn't even close to Minto's area, and yet the vibrations sent sparks of pleasure that made Minto's body squirm.
Once it was placed on top of Minto's clit, her body went into complete overdrive. Minto's leg shot forward, her back arched, and she held on tighter to Zakuro. The powerful buzzing to her clit made all her muscles seize up, as if it couldn't handle the incredible feeling of ecstasy it was going through.
Minto, who had been trying her hardest to keep quiet, found herself unable to restrain herself any longer. She let out the loudest moan that either her or Zakuro had ever made. It was loud enough to scare Zakuro.
She really hoped there weren't any other people in the room next to theirs.
"Does it feel good?" Zakuro asked, as she continued massaging Minto's clit.
"It…feels…amazing!" panted Minto. "I've never…felt anything like it before!"
"You like that? Well then, how about this?"
Zakuro started running the vibrator up and down Minto's womanhood, slowly at first, but then quickly picking up the pace. Minto's shoulders tightened and her back arched forward. Zakuro wrapped her free arm around Minto's waist, so as to support her and somewhat restrain her from quivering too much.
With each passing motion, Minto's moans grew louder and more frequent. It was at this point that Minto's breathing grew very labored. While she has touched herself many times before, she had never felt such an overwhelming wave of pleasure before in her life.
Then…her eyes widened. She felt something growing in her loins…and it was becoming more and more powerful. More powerful than anything she had ever felt before, "Oh…oh no," she murmured. "I'm…I'm gonna come. I'm gonna come! Imgonnacome!"
All of a sudden, Minto let out a loud scream as she suddenly reached her climax. Zakuro was amazed to see a powerful stream of fluid bursting out of Minto's pussy like a sprinkler.
Minto let out a few more moans as her hips shook violently. More and more of her essence shot out of her and all over their bed.
Minto's body shook several times as she came over and over. She held onto Zakuro tightly. Zakuro watched with eyes widened as their bed was becoming wet with Minto's come. "I don't believe it," thought Zakuro. "Minto is…a squirter?!"
At last, Minto began to calm down. Her body movements became less frantic. Minto had finally settled down enough to catch her breath. She slumped down to Zakuro's side as she took short, deep breaths. Her face, while flushed, showed signs of great ecstasy, as evidenced by her wide smile.
"…wow…"
That was the only word Minto could manage to muster.
Zakuro just sat there, her mind trying to process what had happened. She looked down at her hand. Everything happened so suddenly, she didn't have time to pull her hand away, leaving it completely drenched in Minto's essence.
"Am I really that good?" she asked herself. "Even when I use that on myself, I can't squirt like you did."
Zakuro looked down and saw that there was now a large wet spot on the bed where Minto had sat, along with a long wet trail fanning out towards the end of the bed. "Oh dear," she gasped. "You've made quite a mess. I don't see how we're gonna be able to explain this to Ichigo or Lettuce when th-."
Zakuro was interrupted by the sound of light snoring. She looked over her shoulder and saw that Minto had fallen fast asleep. "Minto?" Zakuro asked.
She crawled over towards her and tried gently shaking her awake, but it did nothing to wake her. "She's asleep!" she gasped.
She then looked down at the vibrator in her hands. "Does squirting really take that much out of you?" she asked.
She tried a few more times to wake Minto up, but it was no use. Her whole body had completely shut down.
Zakuro went to check the time. It was still fairly early in the morning. Then, she reached down and pulled the sheets over Minto's body. "I guess I'll let you sleep," she whispered. "But only for another thirty minutes. Then we should go and find the other two."
Zakuro then let out a yawn as she got out of bed to shower. "I better ask Hiromi to replace the sheets later," she said, wearily.
Zakuro then looked down at the bed Ichigo and Lettuce were sleeping in. The sheet were tossed all around, but Zakuro couldn't help but notice something...off about their bed. "Maybe Hiromi should replace their sheets too," she said to herself.
A half-hour later, both Zakuro and Minto had woken up and taken their showers (separately, despite Minto's insistence on them showering together). Once Minto had regained control of her body, they then made their way towards the resort's restaurant.
"So...was it worth it?" Zakuro asked, slyly.
"Zakuro! Not in public!" Minto scolded, quietly.
"Relax, it's only us too," replied Zakuro. "I have to admit, after all that, I'm surprised you're able to walk at all."
Minto blushed. "Not so loud," she murmured, covering her crotch. "A-And don't tell Ichigo either."
"I won't," promised Zakuro. "Although, when they come back to the room and see the wet sheets...they'll probably start asking questions."
"Just say...it's sweat!" Minto replied, frantically. "Yeah, that's right! It's sweat! Because it was hot last night."
Zakuro smiled. "I guess you can say it was hot in that bed," she said in a sly voice.
Minto decided to say nothing after that. But Zakuro kept talking.
"Was that your first time?" she asked, curiously.
"First time using...one of those?" Minto said, trying to speak as vaguely as possible.
"I meant your first time…"
Zakuro didn't finish her question. Instead, she placed her hands near her groin and flicked them upwards. Minto knew what she meant and looked away ashamed.
Before Minto could say something, she caught a glimpse of Ichigo and Lettuce sitting down, eating breakfast. She was astonished to see that the two of them were both eating their food very quickly.
"What are you two doing? Practicing for an eating contest?!" she shouted.
Ichigo and Lettuce froze up upon hearing that voice. The two knew who it was...and neither were particularly happy to see her.
They looked up and saw Zakuro and Minto walking over towards their table. "Oh! H-Hey, you two!" stammered Lettuce.
"I should have known you would leave us behind for food," Minto said, annoyed.
Minto looked down and saw their plates stacked with different breakfast items: toast, eggs, pancakes, waffles, french toast. "Is there even anything left for us?" sighed Minto.
"Take it easy, Minto," said Zakuro. "I'm sure the chefs are making more food right now."
"Yeah, so lay off!" snapped Ichigo.
"I'm surprised that Lettuce is eating a lot of food too," said Minto.
It was only then Lettuce realized how much food she had on her plate, food that she knew she wouldn't be able to finish but she grabbed it anyway.
"Both of your butts are going to blow up big if you keep eating like this," taunted Minto.
"Minto," scolded Zakuro.
Ichigo just pouted at Minto. "You're one to talk about butts blowing up," she said.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" Minto asked, angrily.
"Piece of advice, next time, don't slam the bathroom door!" Ichigo shouted, slamming her fist on the table. "Especially when other people are sleeping!"
Minto (and Zakuro) felt as if something got caught in her throat. "That's right," Lettuce added, innocently, "I do remember hearing a loud bang last night."
Zakuro scratched the back of her neck nervously. It's no surprise that they would have heard Minto slamming the bathroom door, but now she worried about what else they might have heard last night.
Minto's face turned red as she looked away from them. "I-I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"You still have a smear on your butt," mentioned Ichigo, as she took another bite of her pancakes.
Minto let out a loud yelp as she frantically tried to take a look at her butt. "Oh my," gasped Lettuce.
"B-B-B-B-But," panicked Minto, "I thought it was clean!"
"She's just kidding, Minto," replied Zakuro.
"Hehehe," Ichigo snickered evilly.
Suddenly, Minto wrapped her arms around Ichigo's neck and locked her into a chokehold. "Oh, you think that's funny?!" Minto growled.
Ichigo was quick to tap out. She smacked her hand vigorously against Minto's arm as she tried to wiggle her way out. To make matters worse, a pancake got stuck in her throat, further adding to Ichigo's inability to breathe.
"Guys, come on," Zakuro said, letting out a frustrated sigh, "it's way too early for this."
Lettuce let out a sigh too, but more out of relief. While earlier, she was afraid of seeing Minto and Zakuro, with how awkwardly quiet things have been between her and Ichigo, they provided some much-needed emotional relief for her.
She hoped it would last the rest of the trip.
TO BE CONTINUED
