A good week had passed since "the kiss", and Shampoo couldn't stop thinking about it. The feel of Ranma's soft lips and skin... the little sounds of pleasure she made as she was touched… the look of lust in her eyes when she'd stared up at Shampoo… All of these memories filled Shampoo with a deep longing, a great need to touch the gorgeous red-head again, and to draw those sounds and that look out of her once more. And yet, so far she had refused to allow herself to give in to that desperate desire.
Part of her reasoning for that was a latent fear of this newfound facet of her sexuality. Before Ranma, Shampoo had always been able to convince herself that she was straight, that any vague feelings she felt toward other women was just healthy appreciation, and nothing more. But now it was almost impossible to hold onto that delusion - the only tenuous justification she could still cling to was the idea that the whole thing had been done simply to prove to Ranma who was in charge. If they kissed like that again, though… well there would be no denying her attraction to women then.
The main reason for her refusal to give into her desires, however, was that she wasn't sure what doing so would mean for the promise that she'd made to not only herself, but the tribe. Right now, Shampoo was reasonably certain that she could still make herself kill Ranma, if she actually chose to. But if she kissed Ranma again… well then she just might grow too attached to be able to let the girl go. Would her great-grandmother allow for a more creative interpretation of 'death'...? And if not… then what? Would Shampoo be allowed to return, if she refused to kill Ranma? Would she still be respected? There were just… a lot of ways that a wrong decision could come back to bite her. Shampoo didn't fear much in life, but the idea of being cast out of her home or shunned by the people she cared about was terrifying.
And so, rather than giving into her desires or earnestly trying to kill Ranma, Shampoo instead continued to periodically attack the red-head, but pulled her punches when she did so. Not only that, but she allowed herself to be a bit flirtatious, blowing Ranma the occasional kiss or giving her the periodic wink. Every time she did something like that Ranma's cheeks grew bright red, and more often than not her lips formed an adorable pout. ...Shampoo wanted to kiss those lips so bad.
Flirting would have to be enough, though. At least until Shampoo could choose between killing Ranma... or fucking her brains out.
Time for another attack! Leaping up from where she'd been hiding in the grass, Shampoo shouted, "Kill!" and waved her sword about menacingly. Ranma and the old man she'd been traveling with lately instantly sprinted in the opposite direction. Shampoo had been trying to figure out where that old man had come from for days now, but the only thing she'd been able to figure out was that his name was 'Pops'. At first, she thought he had replaced the panda as Ranma's companion, but then yesterday the panda had been there again, and Pops was nowhere to be found. It was quite a mystery, though not one that Shampoo was too terribly concerned with.
Dashing after them, Shampoo leaped into the air and managed to land right in front of Pops. Taking a swing at him, she was unsurprised that he easily dodged. Even if she'd actually been trying, she got the sense that this man would be nearly as difficult to kill as Ranma.
Pointing to the side, Pops shouted, "Ranma! Hurry, to the trees! We can lose h-" To Shampoo's complete surprise, the man's words were cut short, not by anything she had done, but by a surprise attack from Ranma. Halting her sword, which had been on a trajectory to cut through the now unconscious man's head, Shampoo stared at Ranma in confusion.
"Ranma…?"
"I needed ta be alone with ya," the other girl said, gesturing and walking toward the very trees that Pops had suggested escaping to. Smirking, Shampoo sheathed her weapons and followed after Ranma. Despite her fears, she couldn't resist the opportunity to be alone with Ranma when it was offered directly to her like that.
Once they'd put some significant distance between themselves and Genma, Ranma took a deep breath, as though she was steading herself. Then she turned to face Shampoo, expression sultry.
"I've been wantin' ta get ya alone again all week," she said, taking a step forward. Good, Shampoo had hoped she wasn't the only one. "We've gotta finish what we started, huh?"
Shampoo's eyebrows raised and her smile grew, though she otherwise remained silent and still. Ranma hadn't even been able to kiss her last time, choking at the last second instead. Could she do it now? Shampoo was eager to find out.
Quickly closing the distance between them, Ranma laid a hand on Shampoo's shoulder, then pushed herself up on her toes, moving her lips toward Shampoo's. At first, Shampoo tried to remain still. But soon enough she leaned into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Ranma's hips. This was what she'd wanted for so long… why not enjoy it? For now, she'd let Ranma take the lead, to see just how far the girl could go.
The next thing Ranma tried was adding some tongue to the kiss, though she was clumsy in trying to initiate it. Rather than a quick, light flick of the tongue, like Shampoo had done before, Ranma just pressed her tongue against Shampoo's lips. It was much less enticing. Though she smiled, Shampoo refused to part her lips, hoping Ranma would be able to work out why. When Ranma's tongue retreated, Shampoo expected to feel it return soon with a different approach, but what she felt instead were hands on her breasts, over her clothes. That was… unexpectedly bold, but maybe-
"Ow!" Shampoo shouted, pulling her head away and breaking the kiss. Ranma had just squeezed her breasts like they were pillows! Roughly shoving the other girl away, Shampoo scowled and covered her chest, making sure Ranma couldn't try something stupid like that again. "What Ranma do!?" Had Ranma never touched her own breasts before? How could she possibly think that would feel good!?
Looking sheepish, Ranma said, "I-I, uh… I was doing what you did last ti-"
"Wrong," Shampoo said, with an exaggerated roll of her eyes. She had done nothing of the sort! If she had, Ranma would've already known it was a bad idea.
Sputtering, Ranma stamped a foot into the ground, outright glaring at Shampoo. "I-! But-! Look, I don't know how ta fight like this! I'm tryin', but it's all new to me!" Wait… it was all new to her? That kiss had been her first? Shampoo wasn't allowed the time to ask. "An' I got all these weird feelin's goin' on inside after that whole kissin' thing, an' I just don't know what ta do with 'em! An' you keep eggin' 'em on with all your winks and stuff, and it's drivin' me-"
Unable to wait any longer, Shampoo shouted over Ranma's rambling, "Ranma no kiss, before Shampoo?"
Completely caught off guard, Ranma stuttered for a few moments, her fingers tangling themselves together. "I-I, uh… No, I-"
Oh wow. That sure explained a lot! This girl had no idea what she was doing! ...How adorable. Wanting to be sure, she clarified with, "Ranma no touch girl or boy before?"
Shampoo barely restrained herself from laughing when Ranma literally grimaced at the word 'boy'. Yet she'd had the gall to call Shampoo a lesbian? "I… haven't, no... You're the first."
This was all too good to be true. What an amazing opportunity! Shampoo had never been much of a teacher, but she'd damn well try if it meant showing a hot girl the right way to feel her up. Literally bouncing up and down with excitement, Shampoo clapped her hands together and said, "Aiyah! Shampoo show!"
Rushing forward and caressing Ranma's cheek, Shampoo slowly moved her face toward Ranma's. Starting with the lightest of touches, she barely brushed their lips together, teasing the shorter girl, who almost immediately tried to press her red head forward. For now, Shampoo gave the eager girl what she wanted, pressing their lips together with forceful passion. The happy moan from Ranma confirmed that Shampoo had made the right decision.
After a few moments of impassioned kisses, Shampoo decided it was time to show Ranma the next step. Flicking her tongue out, she lightly licked at Ranma's lips, inviting them to open. But they didn't; apparently Ranma wanted to be stubborn about it. Which was almost better, honestly… it was going to be fun to make Ranma change her mind.
Returning to the kissing from before, Shampoo formulated her plan of attack. It didn't take long; soon enough she was moving forward with phase one — confusion. Drawing Ranma's lower lip into her mouth, she bit at it softly, pulling it toward her the tiniest bit before letting it go and returning to more regular kissing. Ranma was still for a moment… the plan was working.
Next was phase two: denial. Pulling her head away, Shampoo let her lips hover tantalizingly close to Ranma's, just out of reach. As she expected, the other girl immediately tried to push herself forward again to close the gap, but this time Shampoo pulled further away, denying Ranma what she so clearly wanted. Smirking as Ranma kept desperately trying to kiss her, she waited patiently until the shorter girl finally gave up with a pout. Then Shampoo moved back in, but still kept her lips a hair's breadth away from Ranma's. A tiny, pitiful whine reached Shampoo's ears but was quickly cut off, presumably due to Ranma's embarrassment.
It was time for the third and final phase: teasing. Flicking her tongue back out, Shampoo grazed it ever so lightly against Ranma's lips, then pulled it away. Waiting for a few moments, she then repeated the motion, and this time Ranma finally relented with a small part of the lips. Eager to reward the girl, Shampoo slammed her mouth back into Ranma's, kissing her fervently and, at first, without tongue. But after a moment, Shampoo pushed her tongue into Ranma's mouth once again, filling it as completely as she could, like Ranma seemed to enjoy. Her heart fluttered when she received another small moan from the redhead for her efforts.
After a good minute or so, Shampoo slowly pulled her head back, smiling affectionately at the beautiful girl in front of her. "Ranma see?" she said, with a small wave of her hand. "Ranma need… need…" She frowned, struggling for words. Japanese was difficult. "Ranma... have wait."
"I need to be patient, I get it," Ranma said, looking mildly annoyed. Patient. That was the word! Beaming, she repeated the word a few times, intent on remembering it. After about five or six repetitions, she looked back at Ranma, ready to move on to the next 'lesson.'
Grabbing Ranma's thin wrist, Shampoo guided the other girl's hand onto her breast and softly squeezed. "Bad" she said, wagging a finger at the wide-eyed woman. Pushing Ranma's hand away, Shampoo continued, "No squeeze. Hand, uh… in clothes."
"Under?" Ranma offered, with downward hand gesture.
"Yes!" Shampoo said, beaming. It was so nice that Ranma was trying to understand. It made dealing with the language gap much less stressful. "Ranma watch," she said, trailing a hand down Ranma's side and pressing firmly, so Ranma could feel it through the fabric. Once her hand reached the hem of Ranma's shirt, it slipped beneath, trailing back up the girl's soft, warm skin. She felt a shiver run through Ranma, which added to the heat that was already rapidly growing within her body. Cupping Ranma's breast, she gripped it lightly for a moment before focusing her fingers in on the sensitive bud near the middle. Pinching it, she giggled as the action drew a gasp from Ranma's lips. Though she'd love to continue, she felt like that had been enough of a demonstration, so she reluctantly removed her hand from beneath Ranma's top.
Trying to ignore the delightful pout on Ranma's face, Shampoo pointed at the other girl and said, "Ranma try."
Though she seemed surprised at first, Ranma soon scrunched her face in a look of determination. Slowly raising a hand up, she ran it down Shampoo's side, lightly at first, but more firmly about halfway through. Smiling, Shampoo gave the shorter girl a nod of encouragement, and was pleased to see a light red tint develop in her cheeks.
A shiver shot up Shampoo's spine as Ranma's hand slipped beneath her top and the girl's fingers brushed her bare skin. Until that moment, she hadn't realized quite how eager she was to be touched. This 'teaching' period might not last much longer; it was rapidly becoming very difficult for Shampoo stifle her urges, and the fingers trailing up her side weren't making it any easier.
The movement of Ranma's hand stopped as it reached the obstacle of Shampoo's bra. At first, Ranma's hands just sort of felt around the fabric, as though confirming its form. Then they just hovered. Shampoo looked down at Ranma, amused to find that she was refusing to look back. Maybe it was silly to not have expected Ranma to stumble here, given Shampoo had long ago noticed Ranma's strange aversion to wearing bras... But it was still difficult for Shampoo to fathom that there was a girl her age that didn't understand how bras worked.
Just as she was starting to consider unclasping the bra herself, Ranma's hand began moving again, choosing the detour of slipping beneath the bra to get to the soft mound it covered. Though Ranma once again took Shampoo's breast fully in her hand and squeezed, it was done much more softly this time around. It didn't exactly do much for Shampoo, but it wasn't unpleasant, at least. Then Ranma's fingers found Shampoo's nipple, and immediately started playing with it in various ways, starting with just a general touch, before moving on to some flicking, a rolling motion, and, finally, a light pinch. Biting her lip, Shampoo couldn't help but make small noises while Ranma played with her, especially when the girl's fingers flicked or pinched. Involuntarily, she pushed herself toward Ranma, her mind turning to mush, barely able to focus on anything outside of the way Ranma was making her feel.
Mouth hanging open slightly, a few ragged breaths escaping it, Shampoo looked down at Ranma, eyes half-lidded. The other girl had been staring intently at Shampoo's chest the whole time, so when she finally looked back up at Shampoo, it was like flicking a switch. Shampoo instantly smashed her lips against Ranma's, kissing the other girl with a hungry, desperate need. Ranma hurriedly opened her mouth and their tongues intertwined, rolling over each other with heedless abandon. Shampoo didn't even notice Ranma's other hand trailing up her side, at least until it slipped beneath her bra. Once it started playing with her other breast just like the first, it pushed Shampoo well past the limits of her restraint.
Moaning loudly into Ranma's mouth, Shampoo pressed her whole body into the other girl and snaked a hand up her neck. Fingers advancing into Ranma's hair, Shampoo scraped the girl's scalp, making her eyes flutter. However, Shampoo's loving touch quickly turned harsh, as she grabbed a patch of Ranma's red hair and pulled, dragging the girl's head back and away. The pull elicited a loud, yearning moan from Ranma, to Shampoo's pleasant surprise. Wide eyes and a rapidly blushing face insinuated that Ranma was equally surprised about the outburst. But with her hands busy and her head's movement restrained by Shampoo's firm grip, there was little Ranma could do to hide her embarrassment, as much as Shampoo was sure she wanted to. Grinning, Shampoo pulled Ranma even further away, forcing her to pull her hands away from Shampoo's breasts and out from under Shampoo's top.
"Ranma do good," Shampoo said in a low, seductive tone. "Ranma good girl."
The look in Ranma's eyes instantly changed. Despite the fact that Ranma was right in front of Shampoo, literally in her hand, it suddenly felt as though the other girl was miles away, somewhere deep in her own head. Was that… good? Bad? Shampoo wasn't sure, and that was worrying. Loosening her grip and staring at Ranma in concern, Shampoo said, "Ranma good?"
As quickly as she'd gone away Ranma was back, smiling happily at Shampoo. "Y-yeah! Yeah! I'm fine!" There was still something… different about the look in her eyes, though. Shampoo couldn't quite place it, but hopefully it was good. Ranma raised her head slightly, hampered a little less now that Shampoo's fingers had loosened. Looking Shampoo directly in the eyes, she said, "Could you… say that again?"
Tightening her fingers in Ranma's hair and drawing a gasp from the red-head, a sadistic smirk spread across Shampoo's face. Was that it? Ranma was that kind of person? How exciting. "Ranma good girl." This time she felt a small shudder run through Ranma's body, which in turn sent a rush of heat right through her own. Any last remnants of restraint disappeared in a flash; Shampoo was going to destroy this girl.
"Shampoo turn now."
Releasing her hold on Ranma's hair, Shampoo put a hand on the girl's chest and shoved. Though she was sure this move would never have worked under normal circumstances, Ranma was distracted enough in this particular situation that she fell right on her beautiful ass. Too eager to wait for a reaction, Shampoo pounced on the smaller girl, crushing her lips against Ranma's while her hand pulled her lover's shirt up, exposing the beautiful pale skin beneath. Running a hand across Ranma's torso, Shampoo marveled at how soft the girl's skin was, despite the muscles she could feel beneath. And then there were, of course, Ranma's gorgeous breasts. They felt so good in Shampoo's hands. She never wanted to let them go.
Adorable, sexy little noises had been escaping Ranma's throat since the moment Shampoo began touching her, but when Shampoo's fingers started playing with her nipples — alternating between the two hard nubs and between flicks, pulls, and pinches — her noises became louder, needier, more desperate. When Ranma started pushing herself up with one hand, Shampoo grabbed her by the wrist, pinning her hand above her head. Pulling away from Ranma's lips, Shampoo looked the gorgeous girl over, taking in her messy hair, her lust-filled expression, her stunning exposed body. Shampoo really should have done this earlier.
Letting go of Ranma's wrist, Shampoo moved downward, her head hovering above Ranma's sizable chest. Looking up at her lover, Shampoo smiled wide, licking her lips right before she lowered her head and took the girl's nipple into her mouth. Continuing to stare at the blushing girl, Shampoo flicked her tongue around, mixing in the occasional small suck or bite. The body beneath her writhed, small moans escaping Ranma's mouth and rising in intensity whenever Shampoo's teeth came into play.
Hands free to roam, Shampoo quickly set to relieving Ranma of her pants. Once she got them low enough, her nails scraped lightly back up Ranma's legs. Shaved, hm? Shampoo supposed she shouldn't have been surprised, given how hairless the rest of Ranma's body seemed to be. Besides, the real surprise was how long Ranma's underwear was. It seemed strangely appropriate that the girl who refused to wear bras wore boxers, of all things. If her mouth weren't busy, Shampoo probably would've laughed at the absurdity.
But when her fingers pulled at Ranma's underwear, the red-head's expression quickly shifted into panic.
"W-wait!" she cried, flailing her hands about.
Shampoo instantly moved her fingers away, then pulled her mouth off of Ranma's chest for good measure. Scooting up to be approximately face-to-face again, Shampoo said, "Ranma scared?"
Pouting, Ranma said, "I wouldn't use that word… Nervous, maybe..." Though she was fairly certain those words meant the same thing, Shampoo decided now wasn't the best time to argue. Pout disappearing, Ranma's expression became more vulnerable, something Shampoo had seen precious little of in the time they'd known each other. "I just… I haven't…"
Heart melting, Shampoo smiled wide. There was no way she would ever be able to go through with her murderous vow now. Yet for the moment, at least, she felt no fear about that fact. No sadness. Only unadulterated joy. Looking deep into the eyes of the woman that she was rapidly developing disturbingly strong feelings for, she said, "Shampoo go slow."
The red-head beneath her nodded, and eagerly rose up for a kiss when Shampoo moved her head down for it. Meanwhile, Shampoo's hand trailed back down Ranma's body, fingers hooking in her lover's underwear and pushing it downwards. Trying to ignore her mild surprise that Ranma apparently naturally had that bright red hair color, Shampoo moved her hand over the woman's warm vulva, then slowly pressed against it. With her fingers cupping Ranma's lower lips and the back of her palm nestled against the girl's pubic mound, Shampoo moved her hand in slow circles, maintaining pressure as she went. This was a neat trick a girl back in Shampoo's village had told her about, one that was supposedly helpful in kick-starting arousal for a girl when she wasn't really feeling it yet. Shampoo was fairly certain that wasn't an issue for Ranma right now, but she figured this would be a nice, slow way to start out with someone who was nervous about their first time. Besides, it was drawing out some really cute low noises from her absurdly adorable lover.
Reluctantly pulling her mouth away from Ranma's soft, sweet lips, Shampoo moved her head down to the girl's neck, and started trailing kisses up and down it. These kisses soon turned to licking, which made the shorter girl in Shampoo's arms shudder in pleasure. But it was when Shampoo bit down hard in the area between Ranma's neck and her shoulder that the sexiest of the girl's moans started to echo through the forest.
A quick dip of Shampoo's finger told her that the girl in her arms was more than ready. Slowly, she dragged a finger through Ranma's wet folds, smiling in satisfaction at the sharp intake of breath she received. Adding another finger, she felt around Ranma's entrance, and then slowly upwards, until she found the little bud she'd been looking for. The moment she touched it Ranma's hips bucked, and she gasped so loud that Shampoo was a little worried she had hurt her throat.
"Good girl," Shampoo cooed, instantly relaxing Ranma's body, which had momentarily gone rigid. Finger starting to lightly rub at Ranma's engorged clit, Shampoo licked up Ranma's neck, taking the girl's lower ear into her mouth and grazing her teeth over it. Whispering directly into that ear in a low, sultry tone, Shampoo said, "Ranma good, good girl."
Hips bucking upward, an ear-splitting scream tore through Ranma's throat, taking Shampoo by surprise. The girl's hands grabbed at Shampoo, clinging to her desperately as her hips continued to convulse and push against Shampoo's hand. The finger against her clit continued to slowly move; Shampoo was eager to make the girl beneath her ride her first orgasm out for as long as possible. Fingernails dug into Shampoo's top, hard enough that, if it had been her bare skin, it probably would have drawn blood. Finally, Ranma slowly came down from her high, body still shuddering from aftershocks even after Shampoo pulled her hand away.
Ranma had come quicker than Shampoo had anticipated, though in retrospect she should have expected it, given how much she'd wound the girl up beforehand. Still, Shampoo had no intent of leaving her new lover with only one orgasm, so-
"Ranma!" an unpleasant, deep voice bellowed, from somewhere off to the left. Sitting up straight, Shampoo stared off into the woods in surprise. That damn old man… maybe she should have jabbed her sword into his skull earlier.
The body beneath her instantly started scrambling, forcing Shampoo to move to the side as Ranma frantically pulled her clothes back on. "Shit, shit, shitshitshit…" she muttered, as she pulled her pants over slightly damp boxers.
The two girls quickly got to their feet, dusting themselves off and making sure their clothes were covering everything. Shampoo, whose clothes hadn't been too affected — aside from a certain very wet undergarment — finished first, and, realizing it would probably be better for Ranma if she wasn't there when the old man appeared, she turned to leave. "Much fun, Ranma! Shampoo go, bài bà-"
A hand clamped down around her wrist and roughly pulled her back to face Ranma, whose lips immediately pressed against hers. The two women embraced each other desperately, hands running across one another's backs and running through one-another's hair. Then, as quickly as it began, it ended. Ranma took a step backward, putting space between them once more. "This was… Can we…?"
"Yes!" Shampoo said, beaming.
Face a little flushed, Ranma said, "Heh, good. I'll, uh… find a way ta ditch Pops so he doesn't interrupt next time."
Leaning in for one last kiss to Ranma's cheek, Shampoo said, "Good!" Smiling mischievously, she said, "Shampoo use fingers inside next time," then turned and ran away. Ranma's surprised but excited face stuck in her mind for the rest of the day… and night.