AN: I was so determined to get this chapter out tonight (or morning, considering that it's 2 am)
I've been working on this for so long, doing research and trying to make it flow and I really hope you guys like it, it's took quite a lot out of me.
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Now, for the bad news. I won't be able to update until at least mid July, i'm hoping for before that but I need to get my shit into gear if I actually plan to get into uni so I gotta get all my college work done. After that i'm all yours, plus i've got a little green note book full of ideas that i'm hoping to share with you soon :)
Enjoy! Til next time 3
I've honestly never been more grateful for having an apartment to myself this much since I've started higher education.
I lay in my bed, just staring at the ceiling for god knows how long, just thinking. I let my mind roam free, frustrations battle on at a mile per 10 seconds.
Kaien had come to my door not too long after I locked myself in, knocking countless amounts of times until he just gave up and left.
I knew I wouldn't be able to just stare at my ceiling for too long though. It was Tuesday, i.e. Girl's Night. And knowing Rukia, she was going to tell Rangiku some heinous story about me being in the café with Kaien and then she'd run her mouth off to Tatsuki and Tatsuki will hammer the truth out of me, whether I liked it or not. Though I didn't intend to hide anything from her, or Nel for that matter.
Thinking of Nel, I glanced under my desk, where I hurriedly shoved the box she left for me. Did she really expect me to use that...thing? I turned my head back to the ceiling, but for some reason I couldn't get that pink thing out of my head and alas, curiosity got the best of me and I crawled off the bed to get the box from its impromptu hiding spot under my desk. I sat with my back to the side of the bed, knees up with the box balanced on my knees.
All of a sudden I was scared to open it, ad for good reason as well.
For one, the thing was...quite big.
Was it supposed to fit inside or was it for external stimulation?
Maybe I should google how to use it before I do something wrong with it and break it.
But it was a gadget right? These things were supposed to come with instructions...right?
I opened the box and handled the vibrator gingerley.
Oh my god it had pink studs on it. The head was shaped like a rabbit.
What in the name of red bean paste and peanut butter did Neliel Tu think I was going to do with this?! Like really. What if it broke my vagina? There was no way that this thing could be used for pleasure.
I pulled out the folded sheet out paper with the company logo on the front, realizing I was right on thinking there would be a manual for it, I set the toy back into the box and opened the manual and started to read.
It wasn't a big manual, I swear.
But you know when you're so curious about something that you end up reading it more than once to make sure that you've read it right?
This was my fourth time going over the manual, and I was so engrossed in the frighteningly interesting gadget that I somehow managed to miss the sound of the key turning in the lock.
"Orihime Inoue what in the world are you doing with that?!"
"Ahh! She's using it! I'm so proud!"
Tatsuki and Nel stood at my door, the former with her jaw slack and the latter looking like someone just told her she won the lottery. I didn't even want to think about the look on my own face. This was most definitely not how I planned the evening to begin.
"Where did you get that?" asked Tatsuki, dropping her bag to the ground and crawling over to the box. "Wait a minute...Nel don't you have this in purple?"
"Yes! I just had to get her one, she was asking about masturbation and I thought 'what better way for her to do it than with one of these bad boys' and then I called up a few people and voila!" gushed the vibrant girl. I had to laugh at her exuberance, my first laugh of the day. It was refreshing, a breath of fresh air compared to what I went through this morning. But I knew that wasn't gonna last because Tatsuki closed the box and gave a look that gave me enough forewarning to know that the conversation was about to get serious.
"We'll talk about this later but right now I wanna know about what happened today in the campus Starbucks. Rangiku told me what the midget told her,"
Oh great.
That meant it was probably all around campus already and then some.
I sighed and relayed to them what happened and as I had expected, Rukia had spun a different tale to the ginger gossip.
"Rangiku told us that you saw Rukia and Ichigo together, pulled a fit and then ran out of the place like you stole something, not that I believed her though,"
"I don't know why I left, I felt so confused. For one, Ichigo and Kaien are related and that blew my mind totally, Ichigo was giving him these strange looks, Rukia was standing there looking like she owned everything and Kaien was just staring at me and I just couldn't stay there anymore," I babbled, fiddling with the manual in my hands.
Nel giggled, "Well of course he's gonna be giving Kaien dirty looks, obviously Kaien likes you and Ichigo sees him as a threat."
"A threat? Please. All Kurosaki Ichigo sees me as is another notch on his bedpost. That's proof enough since he still hasn't said a word to me since the...thing in the lecture theater, not even a 'hello Inoue' but he can make the time to have coffee with Rukia." I said bitterly.
"Maybe he wanted to talk to her about something, you know how he is with her, besides fucking her he actually tells her stuff," said Nel thoughtfully.
"He tells me stuff," I said defensively.
"Yea but he doesn't tell you everything like how he tells her everything," said Tatsuki frowning, "she's like that best friend your crush has that you hate,"
"I don't hate her, I just-"
"Bullshit Hime, you probably hate her more that Tatsuki does now," said Nel, casually ripping the heads off her gummy bears (when the hell did she open those?)
I thought on it.
Okay, so maybe Rukia and I had never been on friendly terms. Ever. All we did when we saw each other in high school was pass fake smiles and entertain the idea of a friendship for Ichigo's sake, because he'd asked us to make her feel welcome considering she was new. But since recent events, somewhere deep down inside me thought that if she were on fire I'd probably pull up a chair and grab some firewood to help the fire.
"I strongly dislike her," I voiced, standing and heading to my fridge. Thinking of firewood suddenly made me think of food which ultimately led to me realizing I haven't had a thing to eat since yesterday.
"Hn. If you say so hun. So what's gonna happen with you and Kurosaki tomorrow?" asked Tatsuki, fondling the box.
I bit my lip and pulled out some pineapple and red bean paste, "I dunno, I don't even expect him to come if I'm being honest."
"And if he does turn up?"
"Tats, I really don't know," I said, re-assuming my seat and slathering paste on my pineapple. She looked at my treat in distaste but said nothing.
"So if he turns up tomorrow night you're just gonna resume your little lessons as if nothing's happened then? Hmm. Interesting."
Suddenly, for the first time ever, I felt a twinge of annoyance towards my best friend.
"Tatsuki, when you started hanging out with Chad-kun, and then dating him and then even having sex with him did I ever once dissuade you from doing stuff with him ," I asked wearily, dipping my finger into the paste.
"At least he's no whore," she said snidely.
"I resent that statement, my boyfriend's had his fair share before me," said Nel, jumping to my defense.
"And that was a damn miracle within itself," said the spiky haired girl.
I gasped. "You did not just say that!"
"Mmm well I'm going to bed," said Tatsuki, jumping up and heading to the bathroom.
"It's barely 10!" said Nel in dismay. I said nothing. I knew what she was doing. Tomorrow she wouldn't even say a word to me. The door shut and Nel sighed.
"You guys shouldn't do this,"
"She's the one doing it."
"You're both being juvenile,"
I looked at her incredulously, "this coming from the girl that still watches Dragon Tales?"
"You still cry at Bear in the Big Blue House,"
"You've watched Naruto over a million times!"
"You know Sailor Moon word for word!"
"I am a child of the 90's of course I know it word for word Miss Dattebayo!"
We glowered at each other and then burst out into giggles.
"We'll be fine Nel, now c'mon let's order pizza and watch anime til we fall asleep, deal?"
"Deal if you throw in some gummy bears!"
Wednesday morning.
And let me tell you now I am the biggest pile of nerves ever. I graced the lecture halls with my face for the first time in the week since the incident and stayed at the back of the hall, head down and ignoring all the whispers from around me. No doubt due to Rangiku's loose tongue. Seeing as I knew no one else in the hall on a friendly basis I chose to keep to myself, more so than how I usually would.
After lectures I kept my head down and headed straight for the library. It was around lunch time, but I decided that I'd pick up something from the snack machine instead of having lunch with Nel and Tatsuki...not that I was avoiding her or anything.
I went straight to the back where it was quiet and plopped my bag down on an empty chair and parked my bum on the seat beside it. Time to get some reading done. I had three days of lectures to catch up on and an essay to write, which I hoped to start before I left-
"Eyyy! Princess how ya doing!"
...or maybe not.
"Renji this is a library for crying out loud!" I whisper/shouted.
"Ahh chill out tits, it's just us round here," said the jovial red head, sitting on the edge of my table.
I couldn't help but smile at his antics. Renji didn't have a bone in him called quiet, he preferred the loud life and there was never a dull or serious moment around him. He screamed loud and outrageous, from the tattoos covering his body to the lovely mane of red hair he sported.
"Why are you even here, I thought you were allergic to quiet places?" I asked, moving my bag from the chair beside me and gesturing for him to sit.
"Well Prof said I needed to do some reading on a specific set of parts and the old witch won't let me out of the library with the dumb book." sighed the red head sitting, "how're things with you though? I haven't seen you since semester restarted,"
"I know, it's been...busy"
"And how're the girls and stuff? Gotten into Kurosaki's pants yet?" he asked, pulling out a packet of rizzla and a bag of RYO's.
"The girls are fine and put that away you are not rolling up in the library Renji!"
"Why not?"
"Because if you get me banned from my one safe haven apart from my flat I will blurt out to Rukia how much you love her," I said evenly.
His eyes widened and he slowly placed the contraband back into his pocket.
"You're evil."
"Only when necessary."
"You also dodged my question about Kurosaki. Still no progress yet?"
I sighed and leaned back into my chair. He gave me a knowing look.
Okay.
We all have our friends right?
Well in my loose circle of friends Renji was that guy friend that I told everything for some strange reason he reads me like a book and I, him.
He knew I was hopelessly in love with Ichigo, and he was lost on Rukia Kuchiki. Of all the people in the world, her. But then again who was that person that said you can't help who you love, or love is blind?
The other funny thing was that he hated Ichigo and I...disliked Rukia.
"You're gonna wanna sit down and close your book for this one, you've missed out on a lot." I said, closing my notebook.
R.I.P schoolwork.
Taking in Renji's face while I told him my merry tales of my arrangement with Ichigo was priceless.
"Yer not shittin' me are you?"
"Nope,"
"Well shit, Orihime Inoue, you are the craziest girl I know" he said laughing.
"Thank you very much Renji Abari," I said cheerily. His laughter died down and then piercing eyes had me pinned.
"You know that this thing could seriously backfire on you though right?"
I frowned. "You're starting to sound like Tatsuki."
"Well maybe I am, but let's be real jugs, you've never done a reckless thing in your life...bar eating those magic mushrooms and that was an accident."
"That was a one time thing," I said quickly defending myself. How was I supposed to know what they were anyways?! They looked interesting!
"Yea well this is bigger. What do you think's gonna happen after ya spread yer legs fer him? I know they say it's the stairway to heaven but I doubt he's gonna take one look and just magically fall in love with you. This ain't no love story hun. This is Ichigo Kurosaki, whore of this university. He's been around so much skirt I'm surprised he hasn't been burned yet. Do you think you can handle it when he ups and leaves you? Cuz that's exactly how it's going to end, there's only black and white here, no grey."
"So you're telling me to stop doing this whole thing?" I asked, hating myself for the break in my voice.
"I'm telling you to steel yourself. But if he hurts you, which he will, I'll do the time, we all know I hate the prick anyways,"
"You're the best Ren,"
"I know babe. Now come give daddy some sugar,"
I laughed at his antics but embraced him anyways, "you're an idiot,"
"But you love me anyways," he said chuckling softly.
"Well isn't this cozy,"
I stiffened in Renji's embrace and attempted to pull away but Renji's hold on me was firm.
"Wow Kurosaki, I didn't know ya knew how ta read,"
"That's rich coming from you monkey boy, why are you holding her?"
I couldn't see anything but that tone of voice didn't sound friendly or sociable. Renji's hand started to rub circles in my back.
"Ahh, Lil Miss Tits here needed a lil' comfort, not been having good week not that it's any of your business Kurosaki," sneered Renji.
"Don't call her that, let her go," he growled.
I pulled away from Renji and turned to face Ichigo, "G-good evening Ku-Ichigo-kun,"
"Hello Inoue, I was just walking through and I thought I heard you laughing so I came to check," he said, adjusting his gym bag on his shoulder.
Renji snorted, "course ya did, we're at the fucking back of the library, you must have some super dog ears Kurosaki"
"Shut up. Anyways, I was wondering if I could come over earlier tonight for your study session, there's something I wanna talk to you about before we start,"
I bit my lip and nodded. "Sure, I guess I'll be seeing you then Ichigo,"
"Hm, yea, see ya then Orihime," he said turning to leave.
"The fuck do you see in that bastard tits?" asked Renji when the head of orange disappeared around the corner.
"Probably the same thing you see in Rukia," I said, piling my books up and placing them in my bag.
"She's not that bad," he grumbled. I stared at him pointedly.
"She called you peasant when you said hi to her,"
"She's feisty!"
I sighed. "Whatever you say Renji, whatever you say. I'm gonna go back to mine now,"
"I'll come with, we can order in pizza and I stay with you for a bit?" he said hopefully.
"If you're willing to split the bill and let me have red bean paste with it," I bargained. He grinned, "sure princess, ya got a deal"
"But you gotta be out by 7, that's when he's coming over," I said, giving him a pointed look.
"Eh, fine," grunted the red head, taking my bag from me and shouldering it.
Someone needs to teach me how to keep track of time when I'm around Renji Abarai because every time we hang out, even with time constraints we end up loosing ourselves in the amount of fun we have. We ate pizza, watched White Chicks and I was in the middle of braiding his hair and listening to him tell a story about this girl he was trying to pick up when there we three sharp raps at my door. He froze and my eyes immediately shot to the clock.
7:30.
Ichigo must really have a thing for being on time.
And I really have a thing for forgetting.
We both stood and headed for the door. I felt really nervous, and my teeth working my bottom lip was evidence enough of that. I opened the door to Ichigo, whose eyebrows shot down in distaste as soon as he saw Renji.
"Well I'll be seeing ya later Princess, come swing by the garage sometimes and we'll catch up again," said Renji hugging me.
"Yea, I'll see you later Ren," I said.
Ichigo said nothing, but made space for Renji to pass and watched him walk down the hallway before stepping into my room then closing and locking the door.
"I dunno if it's me Orihime, but you seem to be getting real friendly with the guys lately," he said casually, leaning against the door and staring at me.
His stare was piercing and suddenly I felt as if I'd been caught doing something I wasn't supposed to.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, genuinely confused. There was no way he could think there was something going on with me and Kaien...or even Renji, right?
"Nothing, forget it. I forget how innocent you are sometimes Orhime," he said stepping towards me and cupping my cheek in his hand.
Is he bipolar?
He goes from seemingly angry to calm in 0.5 seconds. I felt like I was getting whiplash.
"I'm sorry about not seeing you after that incident, I just...I was so angry and you probably felt like I didn't want to see you but I wanted to give you space so I went out with Kaien and sparred, only to see you with him the next day as if nothing had happened to you and then not too long after you're with that fucking monkey of all people-"
"Don't call Renji that! He's like a brother to me!" I said, quickly defending my friend.
"And Kaien? Cuz he's been feeding me some cock and bull story about some welcoming committee-"
"Which is true, I'm vice president, though I've been doing a really bad job," I said blushing red, "I was supposed to show him around the place and he asked if I wanted to have coffee with him. He barely has any friends and he's such a nice person that I'd want to be friends with so I said yes"
He scoffed. "Kaien wants to be more than friends with you, he's had a bit of a history of playing the field,"
And that is just the pot calling the kettle black. The words flew out my mouth before I could even think about stopping them.
"And you haven't?" I shot back.
Oh. Snap.
He ran a hand through his hair, "I haven't slept with anyone since it made you uncomfortable, you know that,"
I bit my lip nervously. He did have a point. But it wasn't like I was messing around with any of the guys I hung out with.
This reminded me of how Neliel and Grimmjow would argue whenever his exes were around. Why did this feel like we were in a relationship? Why did he care so much? was he jealous?
"Why are you so bothered with who I hang out with? They're my friends, I have no interest in them at all,"
He looked at me as if he was contemplating saying something then sighed. "It's nothing. Nevermind. Look, do you want me to leave?"
"I-no, I want you here. Please," I said biting my lip.
His hand reached out and pulled my lip from my mouth.
"I'm glad," he said stepping into my space. Our noses were barely touching and all I wanted to do was kiss him.
His kisses were so addictive. Everything about him was addicting, and I found it hard to stay angry with him.
He finally kissed me and I sighed, slightly leaning into him more. His tongue played seeker for mine out quickly and licked against mine, causing a shiver to run down my body. My hand reached to hold onto his bicep but he held onto it, giving me a pointed look.
"Did you do your homework?" he asked, voice dangerously low.
I swallowed and shook my head, "I-I need more time, I haven't fully gotten the chance to look into it,"
"Stop biting your lip Orihime," he said sternly, causing me to release the abused bottom lip. I hadn't even realized I was doing it until he pointed it out.
"S-sorry,"
"I'm gonna give you some incentive to prepare for your assignment Hime, I'll extend your deadline to next week, but currently your grade is a D."
"What kind of incentive are we talking about?" I asked, genuinely curious.
He said nothing and took my hand, guiding me towards the bed and sitting there, but he didn't make me sit. I stood there confused looking at him.
"Strip."
I blinked.
"Excuse me what?"
"I don't know how you think sex works Hime, but you need your clothes off for what we're about to do. And make a show of it for me, nice and slow if you can,"
"I can't do that," I breathed out in a panic.
"Orihime, I can't touch you until you're comfortable with me seeing you naked. Did you expect us to get down to it with our clothes on?"
"No but-"
"If it makes you feel better I'll help you," he said standing and simultaneously pulling me close to him. I stared at his chest, too scared to look at him then nodded.
"There's no need to be shy about your body Hime, you're beautiful,"
"D-don't we need music for this?" I asked timidly.
He laughed and stepped away from me, "where did you get that idea from?"
"In the movies that's how they do it don't they?"
"Orihime Inoue, you will be the death of me," he said in my ear. He took hold of my hands and placed them on my shoulders, "First we remove the sweater,"
I swallowed and nodded, shrugging out of the sweater quickly as if it offended me. It landed somewhere on the ground, I don't know, I don't care. His fingers traced along my neck and I stepped closer to him, but once more he held me at arms length.
"You've still got your clothes on Hime, get to it,"
I reached down to the end of my tank top and pulled it over my head as slowly as possible. He did say he wanted a show right?
He inhaled sharply and I smiled to myself and pulled the shirt over my head and held it to my chest to cover my bra. I was blushing like crazy, I couldn't even try to calm it. His hands reached for the shirt and he took it from me.
"Don't you try to hide yourself from me," he said huskily, dropping that to the floor too, "now the jeans."
I didn't realize my hands were shaking until my hands reached to unhook the button on my jeans. I could feel his breath brushing across my skin, I didn't dare look up. I pulled them down bending to get my feet out and then I kicked them to the side too. I was staring at his chest, not saying anything and biting my lip like mad. I was shocked it hadn't started to bleed.
"This is some cute underwear you got on," he said, fingering the strap of my bra.
"Thank you," I said, although my voice was barely above a whisper. Internally I was thanking the people upstairs who made me go lingerie shopping with the girls. This little ensemble was just a simple blue polka dotted set tat I fell in love with upon sight, not to mention they had great support for my boobs.
"As sexy as you are in blue I'm going to need you to lose the bra," he drawled.
"I-I think this is where I'll need your help," I said timidly, turning and putting my hair over my shoulder.
Instead of unhooking the bra, his hands roamed along my waist and back up to the straps, causing me to tremble even harder.
"Why are you shaking?"
"I-I can't help it!" I squeaked.
"Relax, we've barely started yet," he said against my neck. I could feel him against my back completely and when he pushed my bra straps down my shoulders I realized that he released the hook. I quickly cupped the bra to my chest, scared to make it fall down.
"Drop it,"
"No way,"
"Drop it or there will be no lesson."
I shook my head again, "What's this lesson about anyways?"
"Well, since you can't touch yourself, I'm going to touch you,"
The bra made it to the floor before he said 'you' but my arms immediately covered my chest.
Yep, you guessed it, I was a tad bit self conscious about my boobs. Especially in front of Ichigo.
"Turn around and face me"
I turned, avoiding his eyesight again and vouching for looking at his chest.
His hands rested on top of mine and I tightened my grip.
"Show yourself to me," he said lowly, leaning closer to me and placing a kiss on my neck.
My hands fell down to my waist ad my eyes didn't move from his. Not like they could his stare demanded.
"Look at these," he said in a light tone. "So beautiful."
"There's nothing special about them really," I said.
The corner of his lip tilted upwards in a smirk at my words, "get onto the bed, spread your legs slightly, and if you dare to cover your breasts I'm spanking you,"
Not wanting to see if he were serious or not I lay back onto the bed, slightly propped by the pillows under me. I felt hyper aware of my surroundings, the cool air on my skin, the fact that Ichigo was taking off his shirt.
Especially the fact that Ichigo was taking off his shirt. His body was so perfect. He was muscular, but not overly so, and his abs were meant to eat food from. He climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my legs and spreading them further apart at my knees. He leaned into me, and whispered into my ear, "Do you know what position this is?"
I nodded. Swallowed. "Standard missionary."
"Good girl. Now I'm going to touch you, but you're not going to touch me. Think you can handle that or am I going to have to tie your wrists together?"
"Can I hold onto your arms?" I asked, already breathless. This was embarrassing. He hadn't even started yet. He leaned up a bit and cocked his head to the side then shrugged. "Go for it,"
He leaned in and kissed me and my mouth opened eagerly accepting his tongue and all the pleasure that came with it. Note: Ichigo was an amazing kisser, just in care I've never said that before.
He took his time, going slow, licking, swiping and biting at my mouth and all I could do was let him have at.
His hands moved from my face down to my neck, then to my collarbone and then he cupped my left breast. I squeezed his biceps, gasping at the exquisite feel it caused and arched into his hand, as if trying to push my breast into his hand more.
"So responsive to my touch," he said softly, squeezing.
I gasped and my eyes slid shut at the feel. His mouth was now on my neck and his hand started to massage that one breast and I was starting to feel really overwhelmed by all the feelings coursing through my body.
"Eyes open Orihime, I want you looking at what I'm about to do," he said.
I opened my eyes, and zeroed in on his hand that was on my breast. He let go of it and with one finger traced around the areola. His touch sent electric shocks through my body and I was panting by the third time he'd traced around it.
"Ah!"
"You like that?"
How did he manage to keep his voice even? I was rendered unable to use my voice so I swallowed and nodded frivolously. He pinched my nipple and the most shameless cry escaped my mouth, causing me to clamp my hand over my mouth. He grabbed my hand and puled it over my head.
"Don't hide yourself from me. I want to hear every sound you make."
The next thing I knew his mouth was closed over one, his hand on the other.
My hands went from his arms to his hair, grabbing and pulling and another embarrassing cry left my mouth.
"Oh God!"
"God's not touching you Hime, I am," he said. I nodded at what he was saying and arched my back into his touch more.
Internally, my mind was about to shatter into a thousand piece. There was the part that felt good, that liquid pool of heat that was settled in the bottom of my stomach becoming more and more compact and there was the part that was telling me that there was no way his mouth should be on my breasts, but the feeling Ichigo was causing my body over ruled whatever else I was feeling.
My core throbbed, causing me to whimper and the need to rub against...anything. Right here, right now. I thrust upwards into Ichigo's hips, which only made that fire ball in the pit of my stomach clamp up more. I gasped, trying to get more of that feeling again but Ichigo stopped and grabbed onto my hips, restraining my movements.
"Please, please," I whispered.
"Please what Hime," he said panting slightly.
"I dunno, why'd you stop!"
"Because you aren't ready for what you're trying to do," he said, licking my right breast.
"Y-you don't know th-HA!"
What he did I was not prepared for, he blew on the nipple he licked, causing me to completely forget whatever it was I was trying to say. Probably wasn't important anyways. Ichigo was relentless after that, he sucked, kissed and blew on my nipples to the point where it was almost painful but still the best feeling in the world and all I could do was grip the sheets and his hair and go along for the ride.
I finally lost it when Ichigo's hand trailed down to my panties and pressed hard against my clitoris, then rubbed two small circles clockwise around it.
That ball of liquid fire that was bundled up exploded and I saw white, before I was cast into the most body pleasuring experience of my life. I grabbed Ichigo and keened into his neck, riding out the shockwaves coursing through my body, sobbing at the feeling. In the back of my pleasure addled mind I heard him swear and moan but could barely focus on anything but the feeling I was experiencing. I clung to him for god knows how long, legs wrapped tightly around his waist and arms tightly around his neck. Finally I found words.
"H-Holy bean paste,"
He chuckled. "I take it you enjoyed your first ever orgasm then?"
My eyes widened. THAT was an orgasm? "That was probably the best feeling I've ever experienced," I said, trying to calm my breathing.
He kissed my neck and I gasped at the feel.
"So sensitive," he said huskily. His fingers trailed down to my panties again and traced along my slit and I gasped loudly. "too sensitive"
He shifted in my still trembling lock hold and then my mind zeroed in on the rock hard thing beneath his jeans. He hissed and moved out of my grip.
"A-are you alright?" I asked watching him get up and head for the bathroom. I'd try to get up but my body felt so lax I don't think that any movement would have been possible.
"I'm fine, I'll be back in a minute," he said closing the door behind him.
And so I lay there, staring at the ceiling waiting for him to come back, reliving my first orgasm over and over again. If I knew it would have felt that good, I would have tried harder in finding a boyfriend, but somehow, I knew it wouldn't have been the same if it wasn't Ichigo.
No wonder the girls called him magic hands. The sensations he invoked in me were out of this world, it was no shock to me now as to why girls threw themselves at him.
The bathroom door opened and he came out.
"Why didn't you take off your jeans?" I blurted out.
"Because if I did then we'd end up having sex before I intend us to," he said coming back to the bed. "and there's so much more I want us to do before we get to that," he sat at the edge and started to stroke my hair.
I was suddenly aware of my state of undress and tried to cover myself with a pillow, but he caught onto my intentions and grabbed the pillow from me.
"No more hiding from me," he said, leaning down to kiss me.
"What's my grade this time...sensei?" I asked against is lips. He growled before abruptly devouring my mouth then said, "A. A++. Definitely an A++"