A few seconds later the boy disappeared faster than he come, then he entered in the boy restroom. He placed himself above the sink, hitting his reflection in the mirror. He realy hates that his body reacts so strongly.
He closes his eyes for a moment and the still fresh image of the girl enjoying the end of pencil come on his minde. His member begins to increase his size when he was thinking how good the pink colour suits her.
He's breathing increasingly harder, his pulse becoming frantic. The next thing what he does is to enter in a cab to release the pressure what was killing him. He disliked that he need to do something so dirty thinking about her, but it seems that his member did not have the same morality as his.
The pace of his hand was doubled when a fantasy creeped into his mind.
He imagines her in front of him, kneeling, delighting herself with the hot end of his member. The feeling was intense, even if it was only in his imagination. Her tongue draw fine lines around enjoying his every essence.
His abdominal muscles as well as his member's muscles were straining feeling her so close. Ichigo almost cummed when his imaginary Hime took all of his lenght. His pulse triples. The feeling was incredible.
A "shit" escapes from his lips when she increases her pace. His pre-soaking sperm was melting in her saliva. The dance of her tongue was downright seductive and a sweet punishment in the same time for his body.
He wanted to enter inside her, he wanted to experience again the last night feeling, but he ejaculates when he hears his name. The boy shivers, but at the same time he was trying to maintain his balance trying to understand if what he had just heard was just his imagination.
Her voice rang out this time stronger, making him simply to freeze.
"Kurosaki-kun, are you okay?" She asks from outside the cab. Shit. She's so close. She maybe heard what he had just done. The thought that he was almost discovered it excites him even more, but somehow he manages to calm down remembering one of his unpleasant memories.
"Yes, I'm good. Just wait a moment. " He answers while he was cleaning the remains of his 'job'. After he cleaned any trace of evidence he emerged the cabin.
Orihime was waiting him with a smil on here. He could easily see her beautiful skin on her shoulders because the chemise had slipped on her little body. Ichigo tried hard to not think about it.
"Um .. Inoue, you do know that you're in the boys bathroom ?" He tells her cleaning his throat.
"Yes .." she admits, blushing. "I wanted to see if you feel better. You've delayed long enough this morning and you left the classroom so fast ... "the girl bites her lower lip wanting to not charge him with her thoughts.
Ichigo sweares short when his gaze found her. She looks so appetizing with that worried look on har face. Just a frail thought that he must stop, was keeping him from ripping her uniform and sticking her to a wall in order to make her his.
'Damn, Inoue. You should choose better your friends.' thougt him.
"You should arrange your chemise." He muttered trying hard to keep himself as far away from the temptation. Orihime blushes even stronger, then she apologizes and she arranges her uniform. Now that her body was covered Ichigo could look again in her eyes.
"Kurosaki-kun ..." she called him "Um ... Have you already chosen the after noon swimsuit?" The boy freezes up when he realized that he completly forgot all about it. He was too busy to think ... Um… to think about her. Probably he will buy something on the way. The adolescence takes his answer as a no, so she continues her speech. "The idea is ... that I bought a new swimsuit and when I asked Tatsuki's opinion she said that it would be better to ask you. I mean there's no need for you to do that. I simply did not want to be too ... Um ... inappropriate. I do not want to cause you any problems as I did the last time. "Her words made him to remember how he had to chase a group of males who mafe her indecent proposals. It was pretty bloody. It ended with ugly wounds for those who have tried to touch her, even the police was called. Well then he did not have such thoughts about her and her costume was very ... small. Only a few pieces of thin material hid her nipples, and the other piece of the costume reveal the full shape of her ass. Perhaps if he was in that state then he would not be able to control his thoughts. But his thoughts are interrupted by her voice. "I borrowed Tatsuki's uniform because mine has become too small." Ichigo blushes seeing that adolescence is nearing to finish her speech. "Um ... so ... do you want to see it?"
The redness of her cheeks was more intense than he could ever have imagined. The boy nodds distrusting his voice.
"Ok… So… Can you turn a little?" She asks, and Ichigo complies without too many details. "That's pretty embarrassing ..." she admits, throwing one last look at her reflection in the mirror. She hopes Ichigo to like her choice.
"Yeah ..." He answers just to assuage her concerns.
"Um ... I'm ready ... So ... What do you think?" She says trying to hide somehow the too prominent parts of her body.
Ichigo slowly returns remembering that he must to remain calm no matter how good the healer looks. Any thought was history when he sees her body. The blood starts spurting from his nose and it catapult him in the opposite direction of the room.
Orihime rushes towards him. Her breasts were sticking his chest while she was raising his chin in order to stop the bleeding, but only this only aggravated it.
"Omg ... Omg ... what should I do? Sorry, Kurosaki-kun. I did not want to hurt you. I will go to buy something else. I'm so sorry. "Her eyes began to tear at the thought that she caused pain to him. Ichigo sighs. She was too innocent for her own good. Besides her costume looks sublime. Indeed it was in one piece and it was covering more skin than the orger, it was exposing her back, the lines of her swimsuit highlighting female curves, her abdomen was in sight and he could observe her wasp waist.
"Orihime you're looking good. I just need some air. " He tells her staring at the ceiling.
"Like this?" She asks rising herself, but she stumbles and she falls on his manhood. "Ouch ..." she says massaging her freshly injured ankle. Now he couldn't refrain himself, he gripped her hainds in his. Orihime was surprised when she saw the determinated looked in his eyes.
Ichigo was about to turn her and to show what's her effect on him when the restroom's door was open.
He has never been more grateful for the fact that he was interrupted.
