"Emi~! Eeemi~!"
Emi Shiawase was awoken from a deep and comfortable sleep by a soft, loving female voice, her green eyes slowly opening to a blurry, empty room. Had she just imagined such a voice?
"Did you sleep well, Emi~?"
"Y-yes..." Emi replied. Her body still feeling heavy and half asleep, she turned over in bed to see a familiar face smiling back at her. But... why was it familiar? "Hm?" She muttered. "Who's there?"
"Aw, don't tell me you can't recognize me, Emi?" The girl pouted playfully.
Her vision still blurred, Emi rubbed her eyes of their sandy obstruction before gazing upon a young woman with a short, boyish black hair cut, playful dark red eyes, and a slim, fit naked body, the very sight of which awoke Emi instantly, her face turning bright pink as she covered her face with her blanket.
"Are you awake now, Emi~?" The young woman giggled friskily.
"U-uh, Onnasuki?" Emi blushed. "Bu... what are you doing here?"
"I just wanted to congratulate you on becoming an adult." Onnasuki smiled, laying her chest down over Emi, allowing the new Genin to feel her breasts. "I wish I could have been your partner for the ritual, but I'm glad that your night with Nikia went so well..."
"Um... Yeah." Now embarrassed beyond belief, Emi threw the covers over her head completely.
"Aw, don't be like that." Onnasuki teased, crawling under the blanket, and pulling Emi into a loving embrace.
"Ah... Onnasuki. She's... So soft..." The young lesbian blushed dreamily, temporarily entranced by the warm softness of Onnasuki's naked body.
"Do you wanna play with me again?" The nudist kunoichi whispered in Emi's ear. "I'm always happy to have you..."
Emi gave an embarrassed and startled squeak as she suddenly awoke, flinging her blanket up to look down at her own form, and no devious friend of hers to be seen either in her bed, or anywhere else in her room.
"Good morning, Emi." Her mother greeted her as she came out for breakfast. "You're up early for a weekend."
"Weekend?" Emi blinked. Now that she remembered, she had completed her graduation testing and had her virginity ritual just yesterday, the latter thought making her face turn crimson, which unfortunately did not go unnoticed.
"Yes, school is over for you anyways, isn't it?" Her mother remembered. "Hm? Ah, did we have any good dreams last night?" She teased, catching her daughter's red face.
"N-no, it's just ah... rather hot this morning!" Emi invented feebly, tugging at the collar of her pajamas.
"Indeed?" Her mother humored her. "In any case, do you plan to do anything special today?"
"Hm..." Emi pondered over her breakfast. It seemed a little odd now to think that her school life was now over. Though she had longed for it to end, it had always given her something to do, even on weekends, so now to be done with it, she felt a bittersweet sense of uncertainty.
"I don't really know." She shrugged.
"Maybe you could see some of your friends today?" Her mother suggested.
At these words, for one crazy second, Emi could have sworn that she saw Onnasuki in all her naked glory tease her from across the table where she ate.
"A-ah, yes! Yes!" She said, much faster and louder than she meant to. "Th-that's a great idea! I'll uh... do that. I'll go... do that right now!" Her mother simply stared in confusion at her daughter as she hurriedly got up from the table to change out of her pajamas, calling, "Bye now!" very quickly as she rushed out the door.
"Did I say something wrong?" Her mother wondered blankly.
"Okay, Emi, just relax..." Emi told herself internally as she took steady, deep breaths. "Just relax, it was only a dream." But it was hardly a dream that she could easily forget; no matter where she went in the village or what she did, some hint of her suggestive dream showed itself to her.
In her half-aware state, she had somehow found herself gravitating towards the more risqué side of Konoha, even walking straight through the door of a shop without thinking.
"Excuse me, ma'am? I'll need to see some ID." These words would have been enough to make Emi wince, but a pair of mischievous hands fondling her flat chest beat her to the flinch. She looked over her shoulder to see the wily Yuko, owner of the X-Ranked Mission sex shop.
"Wha...?!" She blurted, looking around herself to find that she had indeed stepped into X-Ranked Mission without knowing.
"Well... don't worry." Yuko shrugged. "Just drink your milk and lead a healthy life, and your 'ID' will show itself in no time."
"Uh...!" Emi stammered, turning around to stare at Yuko. For a quick flash of time, she saw the blue-haired deviant completely naked, before reality came back, redressing her in her uniform attire.
"So is there something you're looking for today, or...?" Yuko blinked.
"Ah, no. Sorry!" Emi shook her head, dashing out the door before she could be questioned anymore.
"Hm? What was that?" Onnasuki asked, poking her head out from a nearby bookcase.
"Emi." Yuko answered simply. "She just walked in here in a daze, then... left."
"Aaah~" Onnasuki hummed amusedly. "I think she might be in need of a little 'satisfaction.'"
"Ah, that's right." Yuko recalled. "You helped her out before when she was being bullied at the Academy, didn't you?"
"Yeah. And now that you mention it, we haven't really seen each other since then." said Onnasuki, casting a smile at the door where Emi was a moment before and remembering that night. "I'd love to spend another night with her."
"Are you hoping for an orgy night, or no?" Yuko asked, somewhat hopeful for an orgy night.
"Hm..." Onnasuki smirked, considering the idea. "I like the idea, but not tonight. Before we start talking about taking Emi to any orgies, I'd like to touch bases with her first." She checked a clock on the wall. "But before any of that, I gotta get to work. The Condom's gonna be chock full today..."
"There was probably a better way to word that." Yuko cringed disgustedly.
"Yeah..." Onnasuki admitted, disgusted with the mental image she gave herself. "Anyway, like I was saying, I'll see her when I get off from work."
Her mind in a fluster, Emi decided to take her problem to the Jounin that she loved more than any; Anko Mitarashi. Her sex education teacher during the last year of her Academy life, Anko was the first woman to show that her homosexuality wasn't a bad thing, and for the longest time, Emi had held a strong affection for her sensei, to the point that she wouldn't mind Anko becoming a second parent to her.
She knocked on the door to Anko's apartment, however, nobody inside responded. For a moment, Emi sighed, walking back and forth, wondering what she should do. Stay here and wait? Go search the village for her? Go find someone else to talk to?
Well... that last one wasn't exactly a decision she could make; though she had long since learned that there were many more women like her in the world, let alone Konoha, she'd only met a few other people she was comfortable talking to about such things, and they were undoubtedly preoccupied, and in any case, she reminded herself, she didn't really know where to find them half the time.
Emi sighed again, turning around again, and using a key Anko had given her for cases just as these, walkedright through the door, looking around to see if its occupant was still around. At first, she was disappointed, seeing only a messy apartment, with no sign whatsoever that Anko had been here all day. However, just as she made to leave the apartment, she could hear a distant, unmistakably sexual moan. She turned to the small staircase she knewheaded straight down to the basement, the cries of ecstasy growing ever louder as she took each step closer down, and opened the door at the end.
Emi's face went bright crimson when she laid eyes on the room's interior. The only occupants of this room were women, all of whom had flung their clothes aside in a frenzy, each one locked with another in sexual intercourse, sprawled not just on the bed, but also all across the floor, the distinct smell of sweat and ecstasy filling the air, and Anko herself was spread across the red heart-shaped bed with every inch of her body being caressed with soft strokes, and kisses, as well as she touching, and being touched by as many women that could fit on the bed. Sex toys were strewn across the floor, wet from use, as well as some still vibrating.
Anko wasn't the only focus, as the girls who could only reach for her were behind other women, grinding against them, moaning out and kissing their 'partner' on the neck and shoulders. As they shifted on the bed Emi could see some of them had their pussies still filled with dildo's as another girl pumped it.
For a moment, Emi just stared at the mass of lesbian sexual frivolity, before stepping back and closing the door quietly so as to retreat without being noticed or involved, as though witnessing such an orgy and being tempted in would make her lose all self-control. She turned and mechanically walked back up the stairs, nearing the top steps just as she heard the door open again, a familiar voice calling her.
"Emi? What brings you here?" Anko ascended the stairs, skipping about three steps with each stride, catching up to Emi just as she was about to leave the apartment.
"Eh, n-nothing." Emi shook her head, her hand on the doorknob. Never one to take 'nothing' for an answer, Anko pulled Emi back into a hug, pressing the lesbian girl into her ample bosom, filling Emi's senses with the scent of sex and sweat.
"A-Anko-sensei..." Emi mumbled. Anko grinned. Never could Emi resist a good pair of boobies!
"You feeling a little better now?" She asked, giving Emi a little room to breathe.
"A... little, yes." She replied, trying to take her eyes off Anko's naked body.
"What's the matter, Emi?" Anko asked, taking a seat on the couch... Emi just wished that she didn't splay herself across it in a provocative manner, making her already somewhat enticed towards her favorite person.
"Er, I'm just... I kind of have some trouble... keeping it together today." Emi confessed, stepping to the side so that her view of Anko's vagina was obscured by a glass bottle on the table.
"What do you mean?" Anko asked, not really sure what Emi meant by this.
"I just..." Emi took a deep breath, recounting her dream last night, and the day she had so far. "And I just... well, I just feel a powerful need to... to..."
"You really wanna be fucked, don't you?" Anko supplied crudely.
"You don't have to say it like that..." Emi blushed.
"Hey, I call it like I see it." Anko shrugged, beckoning her student closer to her. "There's nothing wrong with you," She took Emi's hand and pulled her close, giving her a loving kiss on the mouth. "You just really need to be fucked. Sexual frustration is incredibly common, and most simply deny it, which can lead to attitude problems." Anko said, her mind wandering to a specific former teacher. "Yeah… some just need one hell of a fuck before they become bitches."
"B-but at my age...?" Emi flustered uncomfortably.
"Old enough to kill, old enough to fuck." Anko reminded her golden phrase. "I don't understand why I need to say this so much." she sighed. "Anyway, if that's what you're here for, your timing couldn't have been better, as you've no doubt seen downstairs..."
"Ah! N-no, I'm not ready for that." Emi waved her hands, the thought of having so many around her at one time, filled her with nervous shudders. She wasn't the most social of girls, too shy to talk to others much, more so when she hid her homosexuality, and felt unable to connect, and though she was getting better, she was still getting used to being different, and proud. "At least… umm…Not just yet, at least..." Emi's face turned a deep brick red. "Erm, could I just have a little bit of time with you alone?" She asked, her hand fidgeting with the collar of her coat.
"Eh, I'd love to, but I don't think I could." Anko said, her eyes looking a little apologetic. "Not without making you uncomfortable by dragging you into the sea of Sappho, anyways." She jerked a finger at the stairs to the basement.
"'Sea of Sappho?'" Emi asked curiously.
"It's an erotic novel that I'm sure you'd love." Anko smirked. "I'll lend it to you some time." She then moved over to Emi, sitting next to her; not in a splayed sexual way, but as a caring woman, who had someone close to her in need. Emi leaning against Anko as the Jounin put an arm around her. "You seem like you're pent up pretty bad. Are you really sure you'd rather not join us?"
"Anko~~!" About four busty women were pouring from the stairs, each one looking half-dazed and crazed for sex... and they weremost likely very much the latter. "C'mon back to bed~!"
"Sorry ladies, I'll be back in just a minute." Anko smiled apologetically, not just to them, but to Emi too, and she focused her view on her young lesbian lover, not wanting to abandon her. "Anyway, there's someone you can go to if you really want some sexual healing."
"Really? Who?"
Anko simplygrinned, writing some directions on a scrappiece of paper. "Head here, and make yourself at home. You will not be disappointed."
Emi reluctantly took it, and looked at it for a moment, unsure. She looked back at Anko, and nodded."Thank you, sensei." She smiled.
"She's a cute one, Anko." said one of the women by the stairs. "How about you join us instead baby?" she purred.
"Sorry ladies, maybe next time." Anko told them in a 'hush' kind of way. She pulled out what seemed to be a sake jug, before taking some used cups, obviously from where they must have been drinking at the beginning of their 'orgy'. "Care for another round of drinks more before we head back to bed?"
"What's that?" Emi raised an eyebrow as Anko filled several small cups with the jug's contents.
"Oh... a special drink I've invented," Anko answered casually, pouring a glass for herself. "Made with a little sake, some estrogen supplement, and a good blend of female aphrodisiacs." Emi eyed the drink with interest, interested in at least giving it a tiny taste, but thought better of it, given her situation.
"Well... thank you, Anko-sensei." She muttered awkwardly, eyeing the paper she had been given as she walked towards the door. She didn't know why, but the address seemed strangely familiar...
"Oh, before you go...!" Anko spoke up. Emi turned around just as her favorite teacher poured some of the jug's contents into a smaller bottle, corking it, and giving it to Emi. "After you finish all the directions on that paper, drink every last drop in that bottle." She said.
"Er... thank you?" Emi blinked, eying the bottle uncertainly as she curiously took it and put it in her bottle.
After escaping another attempt of seduction from one of Anko's bedmates, she ventured the streets of Konoha in search of the house that matched the description and address that Anko had provided, and while she had rarely taken the routes she made to reach her destination, she had the lingering sensation that something very important had happened here.
Even as she reached the door to the place Anko had directed her, Emi racked her brain trying to remember if she'd been here before, and what had happened when she had, but she still couldn't make sense of such familiarity.
She knocked on the door, but there was no answer. After knocking a second time, Emi checked the paper, to see a little note under the address reading:
"Don't worry that nobody's home; just go inside and follow these instructions:
1- Remove all of your clothes, and leave them in the basket by the door."
"Eh?! A-are you serious? Do I... really have to do this...?" She blurted, as though expecting the paper to reply to her. "
When, unsurprisingly, silence was all that replied, Emi decided to just do as Anko had said. She wouldn't lead her in a troubling situation… right?
She sighed, entering the apartment, which was unlocked, and closing the door behind her. With reluctance at doing this in a stranger's home, she stripped completely naked once inside, folding her clothes neatly before placing them in a small basket to her right, and placing her sandals by its side.
She sighed again, crossing her arms over her petite chest as though expecting someone to see her in here, walking around naked like an idiot. She wondered if there was a reason for such nudity, and consulted the paper again for her next instruction:
2- Take a bath or shower (whichever's most comfortable for you). Use the shampoo in the orange bottle, the body wash in the blue bottle, and the pink bar of soap.
Emi would have found this step strange, except for the fact that 1) everything about what this paper was telling her to do was strange, and 2) it made sense that, if she was going to leave her body in somebody's hands for 'sexual healing', it made sense that she be as hygienic as possible for such a session, and once again, she was tormented by a confusing familiarity, as she stepped into a door just a short ways away, and finding the bathroom instantly clearly marked with a custom sign of a silhouetted curvy woman under a shower head.
"I've bathed here before..." she said to herself softly, everything seeming more and more familiar, but not knowing when she could have done so. Was this a classmate's house? No, Emi had never made friends with her classmates.
Whatever made this house so familiar to her, Emi found herself strangely at home as she put on a steaming hot shower, finding the items that Anko's note told her to use with ease, and washed her hair and body, growing ever more curious as to why she was asked to come to such a specific place, to use such specific items, and to perform such specific tasks. What did Anko have in store for her?
Although, the longer she showered, the less she started to care, and by the time she turned the faucet off, she was excited for whatever the note wanted her to do next:
3- After you have dried yourself, use the 'perfume' in the heart-shaped bottle. Use one spray for your face, one for your chest, another for your arms and legs, and of course one for your nether regions.
And now her curiosity had come back almost as quickly as it had dissipated. Why was the word perfume in quotations? Was it not really perfume? She found a red heart-shaped bottle by the sink and gave it a careful sniff. She felt her face turn pink, and her head felt light. It somehow reminded her of the drink Anko was serving at her little orgy party.
Thinking she understood, she gladly patted herself down with the sweet-scented spray, and felt her urges grow a little bit stronger with each usage, and by the time she had spread it on her rear and vaginal area, she once again stopped caring for the strange method to Anko's madness, and returned to the note:
4- Once you have sufficiently freshened up, go to the bedroom and make yourself comfortable.
She left the bathroom, and turned to another door, where she found herself looking at a spacious and extremely suggestive-looking room occupied by a large round bed large enough for at least six people. Getting comfortable certainly wouldn't be a problem, she thought, because the bed was so soft and relaxingly cozy, it felt as though it was a bed made in heaven.
After she got used to the comfort of the bed, Emi noticed three booths in the wall opposite her, each with a pole that ran from floor to ceiling. Were there going to be girls here to dance for her enjoyment? She smiled a little, and giggled as she surprisingly liked the idea, though an Anko-ish thought in the back of her mind made her hope that their dancing wasn't the only thing about them she would enjoy.
Only one last instruction remained, and Emi had a strong feeling that it was all leading up to something amazing.
5- Your big surprise will arrive at 5:00. Enjoy yourself and wait patiently until then. The second that the clock strikes 5:00, drink every drop of that bottle I gave you. Have fun~!
Emi looked at the clock on the nightstand by her side when she placed the note down that read 4:30, and lay back to wait, before she gasped, realizing she had left the bottle in her pocket, now folded up in the basket by the hurried back out to the front door to grab the bottle she had left behind, and just as she looked back into the bedroom, it all came back to her!
This was the house of Onnasuki, a young woman who had helped her open up to the lesbian lifestyle. She felt so ashamed that she forgot about being brought here by the nudist lesbian, she even showered in that exact same bathroom, slept in that very bed, watched Onnasuki dance in that very room!
"That's right, Onna had even..." She blushed as she distinctly remembered the sly kunoichi eating her out under the covers.
"So... Believe me now?" These words drifted in the back of Emi's mind, sending a delighted shudder down her spine. All that day, Onnasuki tried to coax her into relaxing, into letting herself be at peace with her lesbian identity, and hearing those words as she fell asleep in her new friend's breasts made her feel at home with herself for the first time in her life.
As she returned to the bedroom, Emi checked the clock again to see that she still had 25 minutes until Onnasuki came back, and with little to do, she passed the time by looking over the bedroom, starting with the drawers in her nightstands.
The one to the right of the bed seemed to be for Onnasuki, because its top drawer contained a sex diary, the writing of which Emi could easily see being written by Onnasuki, a few feminine hygiene products, a small list of names labeled 'Girls I love to bang!' (Emi was embarrassed and yet rather flattered to see her own name written), and a pair of pink marble-like balls.
Before she could investigate the other nightstand though, Emi's attention was drawn to what looked like writing showing through, just barely, from the other side of the note she had laid on the nightstand, turned it over, and caught another quick instruction on Anko's note, which read:
If bored: look inside nightstand drawer, and look for a pair of small pink balls. Insert them both into your vagina, and enjoy!
She blinked at this instruction and opened the drawer again, taking out one of the balls. She looked at it puzzled, before giving it a light shake, something knocking around inside against the edges in reaction. Sure she probably knew what Anko was asking of her, she sat on the edge of the bed, spread her legs, and drew a steady breath as she pushed the first ball into her pussy. Shuddering at the intrusion, she took out the second ball, and without thinking, inserted this one too.
As she stood up, her whole body shuddered as the balls rattled inside of her slightly, giving out a small vibration. It was surprising, but not very strong, but when she took a step to move onto explore the rest of the room, she gasped as she felt the vibrations deep inside of her shake even harder.
She almost went to sit back down, but chose to try and move slower with it. But her clenching just made the vibrations more noticeable with each step she took. By the time she made it around to the foot of the bed, one of her legs nearly gave out from it, making her body jerk, and the balls inside her shake vigorously, enough to push a moan out from Emi, she gathered herself, and continued to push on to the next nightstand. She walked around to the other side of the bed, fighting back moans as she did so, and opened the drawer of the second nightstand.
This one was almost empty, containing only a book of lesbian sex poses, and a pen, which, Emi soon discovered, vibrated when the button on the end was clicked. She blushed, understanding the purpose such a pen served other than writing, turning it off, and taking a peek inside the book, interested to know how there could be enough lesbian sex poses to fill a book of that size (she could only think of about four positions, and only one of them could be used for lesbian sex).
To her disappointment, however, almost none of the positions in this book were really lesbian ones; instead, the book comprised of two girls, one of which with a strap-on, illustrating heterosexual positions. Clearly, Onnasuki was disappointed too, because several pages contained scribbles in the margins saying either how some positions could be adjusted to work without any form of strap-on, or otherwise saying they were 'not real lesbian positions' because the strap-on was what made it work.
"She certainly doesn't like them much, does she?" Emi commented to herself, noticing there were even a few pages ripped out, as though Onnasuki did so out of aggrivation. Though some of the notes were quite detailed, making Emi think Onnasuki could make her own 'lesbian manual.'And now that she thought about it, she didn't think Onnasuki owned any sort of strap-on or dildo of any kind; there certainly wasn't any evidence of one in this room, in fact, unlike Anko's basement, this room didn't seem to have any sort of sex toys at all, besides the marbles inside of her at this moment.
After disappointingly not finding any 'new and good' lesbian sex positions to use in the book, Emi put it back in the drawer and turned her attention towards the booths opposite the bed, giving a half dazed, pink-faced grin as the marbles tumbled around inside her more, beginning to enjoy the sensation, now that the initial surprise had passed. She slid a seat out from under the middle booth that she remembered sitting on to view Onnasuki's dancing, and gasped as she accidentally pried the cushion on top off, scared at first that she might have broken it.
To the contrary, this was merely the lid to a compartment inside of the seat, containing several revealing articles of clothing, one of which being a see-through red negligee and panties she remembered Onnasuki offering her when her clothes were in the wash. But, knowing the nudist lesbian well, she thought better than to put any of these clothes on, considering she might have to remove them again very shortly. Despite that, out of interest, she took a few articles out, pressing them against her body as she looked in the mirror to see what they would look like on her, before returning them and put the lid back on, and slid it back into place, before investigating the other seats, which each contained an assortment of sex toys and other such black leather and ropes she assumed had some bondage-related applications. She bit her lip as she began to imagine Onnasuki guiding her hands up the pole slowly, sensually licking at her skin, her body moving erotically in small movements, the nudist then pulling out a silk ribbon and tying up her hands around one of the stripper poles, so she couldn't escape as she slowly knelt before Emi as she tugged at the binds her body heaving in expectation before… she shook the thought out of her mind before the imaginary Onnasuki could do anything beyond that to her.
As the final ten minutes of Emi's wait for Onnasuki started to tick by, she noticed yet another anomaly in Onnasuki's room; the mirror on the left-hand wall from the bed was a bit more than just a mirror; after bumping her hand against what she now understood to be door handles, she felt a cold chill as she pulled the handles open, as she discovered a hidden double refrigerator.
One half was full of various drinks, all categorized into three large shelves, one marked 'Sexy Time' filled with bottles with labels of suggestive names including 'Diet Climax', Baby Maker Beer,' and 'Sage Lite', another shelf was marked 'Not for kids', and had what Emi recognized almost immediately as alcoholic beverages, and the third shelf read 'Safety Drinks,' which contained sodas, fruit juices, and a few pitchers of ice water.
The other portion of Onnasuki's refrigerator was filled with foods, and just like the beverage half, this too was divided, though this one into two shelves; The top shelf was marked 'Sexy Snacks', and contained many desserts and snacks either of suggestive shape (such as a cake shaped like a famous celebrity's breasts), or seemed too suspicious to be normal food, possibly full of aphrodisiacs. The bottom half, meanwhile, was marked 'Kiddy Kandy', and contained normal foods, most of which being sweets.
Emi gave a little squeak as she felt something touch both of her shoulders silkily. "So... Are you enjoying my room so far?" A sultry voice whispered in her ear. She whirled around to see the owner of this house looking at her with an amused smile.
"Ah, I... I didn't know you were..." Emi looked up at the clock, which now read 5:03. "Ah! I-I forgot to..." She scuttled to the bed and picked up the bottle that Anko gave her, but Onnasuki placed a hand over the top of the bottle before the cork could be pulled.
"Before you do..." She grinned. "Would you like to share a snack with me?"
"Which kind?" Emi asked suspiciously.
"If you want some Kiddy Kandy, that's fine by me." Onnasuki shrugged. "But if you'd rather a Sexy Snack..."
She took a moment to inwardly debate her choice, before she nodded and replied "Sure. I... I mean Sexy snack, please.", though internally still unsure of her decision.
Onnasuki brought out two pink cupcakes, with the icing in the shape of a vagina, topped with a tiny cherry in the place where the clitoris would be. "Enjoy!" She smiled, handing one to Emi, who accepted the treat, but eyed the suggestive pastry suspiciously. She knew there was something even more suggestive to this cupcake than just its design.
"Is there something in this?" She asked, Onnasuki giggling lightly.
"Just something to ease your tension." She answered. "I remember how nervous you were last time, and from what Anko and Kiki told me, it doesn't seem like you've changed very much since then." She then eyed Emi's nudity with a smirk; it took her quite a while to coax Emi into being more comfortable with her natural form when she first came here. "Well... You've changed a little, I suppose, but still... you'll enjoy that little treat regardless."
Emi gave a tiny sigh before licking at the frosting vagina, not sure what she enjoyed more; the sweet taste, or the silly fact that she was eating frosting as one would a pussy. She looked up awkwardly as Onnasuki laughed with a mouthful of cupcake.
"Oh, nothing." She chuckled in reaction to Emi's awkward look after swallowing. "I just remember doing the same thing when I first had one of these."
"Where did you get these from, anyway?" Emi asked, interested in having more like it one day.
"I'll show you one of these days." Onnasuki grinned, knowing what was going on in her friend's mind. "But you're not going to get any of these without a partner."
"What do you mean?" Emi blinked as she finished off the frosting.
"The bakery only sells these in twos." Onnasuki explained. "They're made just for couples; you can't get the real effect unless you're sharing with someone you love."
"Oh..." Emi blushed, hiding her face behind her cupcake, as though hoping to disguise her deep blush as frosting. "I... see..." Then the gravity of Onnasuki's words fell on her. "Wait, so... are you...?"
"Hm?" Onnasuki blinked, trying to seem innocent.
"Are you trying to say that you..." Emi fidgeted nervously where she sat, the marbles' movement making her face redder all the time. "...Do you... have feelings for me?" Onnasuki considered her words carefully.
"Yes, Emi. But whatever those feelings may be is entirely up to you." She answered cryptically. Emi blinked at Onnasuki, not sure what on earth she meant.
"Um... I'm sorry, Onnasuki, but I don't really understand what you mean." She said. Was it just because of the marbles that her body was starting to feel hotter?
"Just call me Onna." Onnasuki sighed, amused. "Go ahead and finish up. Let's not spend all night talking about feelings, 'kay?"
"Okay..." Emi agreed, though as she bit into her cupcake, she couldn't help but feel something she hadn't for any other woman so far; not with Anko, or with Nikia. She racked her brain trying to think of a way to describe such a feeling, but felt like the more bites she took, the less she could think at all, much less about the names for feelings.
"And of course..." Onnasuki smiled, taking a drink out of the fridge as Emi opened hers. "What better way to wash down such a lovely treat, than with a lovely drink?" She raised a glass with some sweet-smelling blue liquid inside. "To lesbians!" She toasted. Emi smiled, a glass 'ting!' sounding as she touched her drink to Onnasuki's, and the two swallowed their beverages.
A very strong taste filled Emi's mouth, that was a massive contrast from the cherry and strawberry pastry she ate just seconds ago, and she coughed slightly as she made her first swallow.
"The sake too much for you?" Onnasuki asked concernedly.
"No..." Emi breathed. "Just... not expecting something so..." She shook her head, gulping down the remaining contents of the bottle quickly, before throwing her head straight down and shuddering at the mild taste of hard liquor. Just then, she went slightly limp, her vision blurring, and her mind zooming in and out of focus.
"Anko's new love drink." Onnasuki said interestedly, giving the discarded bottle a little sniff.
"Onna...?" Emi said, dazed and mildly alarmed. "...What's... is there something wrong with me?"
"No, nothing at all." Onnasuki chuckled. "You're just a tiny bit 'love drunk.' No, I don't mean like alcohol kind of drunk." She added with amusement at Emi's face of concern. "More like 'you really wanna be fucked' kind of drunk."
"Okay..." Emi's brain was too fuzzy, too aroused, and too impatient to understand or even care what Onnasuki was saying. "Then can we start?" She asked in a semi erotic tone, making herself comfortable in the center of the bed and spreading her legs.
"Sure thing." Onnasuki smirked, hopping into bed, and marveled for a second at the sight of Emi's extremely moist pussy. Between the 'love drink', the marbles, and the tension she had been feeling all day, Emi was gushing all over the bed even before the sexual activities had begun, and she moaned in excited nostalgia as Onnasuki started to slurp up her juices, starting from the leaking fluid down her thighs, and working her way straight to the source.
"AAAaaah~~!" Emi cried outdelightedly. "I missed this so much!"
Onnasuki simply smiled to herself as Emi screamed in sheer joy as her back arched, pressing her pussy into Onnasuki as she continued to work her mouth around the entrance, which continued to secrete fluids seemingly endlessly.
"Oh, you did, did you?" She smirked, taking a break from her eating out, much to Emi's disappointment. "Did you really miss me that much?" She crawled up to Emi like a cat on the prowl, purring as her eyes stared intently at Emi's until they were face to face from each other, reaching her leg down and rubbing her knee into Emi's crotch, so as to keep her stimulated.
"I-I d-di... yes!" Emi forced herself to say through the sensation, finding it harder to speak all the time. "I never got... never got to... got to..." She gave up trying to talk, or trying to think; her body was too ablaze with pure, unfiltered lust for her to do anything except for moan in pleasure.
"Sorry?" Onnasuki blinked, stopping her teasing for a moment. "You never got to... what?"
Emi couldn't even remember what she was trying to say seconds ago.
Craving more, she grabbed Onnasuki around the shoulders, pulling her into a deep, passionate, tongue-filled kiss, and once the nudist had happily surrendered, she wrapped her arms around her, taking in the sensation of the soft, warm contact of her bare skin.
This was more than enough for Onnasuki to understand; Emi wanted to express her gratitude for all the older lesbian had done for her; standing up for her when no one else would, taking her some place to relax, and most importantly, teaching her that the lesbian lifestyle was something that she could take pride in, rather than shame.
Emi pressed her chest up tightly against Onnasuki's, rubbing herself up and down her friend's body, moaning into her mouth as her nipples, and indeed, her entire chest, felt pleasure from the very touch of Onnasuki's body. But that was hardly enough; she had to have more!
Lust completely overcoming her, Emi released her embrace and parted her lips from Onnasuki's, a small tangle of saliva bridging their mouths for a moment, as her emerald green eyes stared into dark red ones.
She crawled down the bed, grabbing her leg, and pushing herself into Onnasuki's crotch, pulling their pussies together, and gyrated her hips, grinding her cunt into Onnasuki's, craving to hear the ANBU woman's lustful moans, as well as craving sweet release as her hips gyrated rapidly, and with great vigor.
The moans filled the room as the two women went at it hard and heavier than Emi was used to, but unable to hold herself back from trying to fuck Onnasuki's brains out.
Despite the intensity, it was something Onnasuki was comfortable with, though she was worried for Emi's indulgent behaviour, despite it wasn't a surprise, Emi was pushing herself quite hard just to keep rubbing her pussy against Onna's.
Even after she had ejaculated, even though Onnasuki asked half-heartedly through moans to have a quick break, and even though Emi was already panting raggedly, she didn't stop her enthusiastic display of tribadism; she COULDN'T stop! She felt as though she needed to constantly stimulate in order to stay alive. If she didn't do it more, faster and harder, she would die! She couldn't let herself be stopped by silly, petty things like 'exhaustion', or 'numbness'.
Whatever sort of function she required to make her brain work seemed to die, and truth be told she didn't care; All she wanted was to keep fucking, to keep feeling as good as she was right this moment, to orgasm against another pussy.
Her hips moved rapidly, pressing harder against Onnasuki's as she leant back, her torso held up by hands as her head hung back, her pussy slapping more and more as the mixed juices of the two lesbians drenched them, as sweat mixed in. Emi's mind was racing, exploding with sexual desire.
"FUCK ME!" she cried out "Make my wet pussy explode with yours." Her head shook side to side as she moaned out, cumming again, but not stopping. "OH GOD! I LOVE PUSSY!" she screamed out as she grabbed Onnasukis leg, hugging it as she flopped on to the bed, grinding even harder in to Onnasuki's drenched pussy. Even Onnasuki was moaning out at the pleasurable intensity her young lover was giving.
"Emi… Emi…. EMIIIIII!" Onnasuki cried out as she began matching Emi's power with her own, the two women fucking like there would be Armageddon once they finished, going, until the build-up rose faster, and faster, and hotter until, spraying juices all over her partner, Emi ejaculated once more, this time far more powerful than before, a cluster of smaller orgasms following as her body locked up, convulsing for several moments, before she collapsed in a weary heap on the bed, one final spurt from her nethers spitting out the marbles that had taunted her from inside for all this time.
"Well that was... wow!" Onnasuki panted breathlessly, looking down at Emi. The entire bed was drenched in a mess of fluids, but she didn't even care; Emi was smiling as she lay gasping for breath after sweet release, and if Emi was happy, then nothing else mattered.
"Someone's gotten awfully bold since last time." She smirked, sitting up slowly. She paused, eyes down at the juice-covered pink marbles. "When did you put in ben-wa balls?" She asked, rolling her eyes.
"Anko told me to before you got here." Emi breathed.
"Little old to be playing with toys, aren't we?" Onnasuki teased, licking the little marbles off.
"But they're yours, aren't they?" Emi asked, grinning.
"Not anymore, they aren't." Onnasuki smirked, licking her lips, savoring the taste of Emi before setting the balls on one of the nightstands, and helping Emi to lay back with her on the pillow, taking in the afterglow of their recent wild sex.
"I'm... sorry." Emi panted.
"Sorry?" Onnasuki blinked. "What for?"
"I went... completely overboard." Emi sighed. "I couldn't help myself. That drink and... those things... and... But, that was unacceptable, wasn't it?" She turned her head away awkwardly. "Women shouldn't be so... ravenous, right?"
"Oh, Emi." Onnasuki sighed, rolling her eyes with amusement. "You have SO much to learn about women." She smirked, turning Emi's head back to face her, and planting a big kiss on her mouth. "Women are actually MUCH friskier!"
"Uh, not right now, please Onna..." Emi muttered awkwardly. "I'm... I don't think I could do that another round." Onnasuki noticed that her young friend was still panting quite a bit, a fine sheen of sweat coating her skin. "Sorry..."
"Don't worry about it." Onnasuki smiled, giving Emi another peck on the mouth. "I understand. The kind of stamina Anko and I have is something that can take years to develop." She caressed Emi's shoulders. "Besides, this actually works out just fine."
"What do you mean?" Emi blinked.
"You've had some strong feelings building up for a long time now, haven't you?" Onnasuki asked. "But then again, when you've been with a woman like Anko Mitarashi for almost a year without getting into her bed, I'm pretty sure most people would be worked up even worse than you."
"I-Indeed?" Emi muttered sheepishly. "Anko-sensei and I have actually..."
"I've heard you have." Onnasuki chuckled. "Would you like to have a little massage?"
"Sure." Emi agreed, smiling comfortably as Onnasuki rubbed her shoulders.
"I'm not nearly as good as Nikia, but I hope you enjoy it anyway." She said, kneading her thumbs in a circular pattern. "You're training very well." She added, feeling some noticeable muscle definition in her shoulders.
"Thank you." Emi replied, not completely sure what else to say. "Er, Onna? Can I ask you something?"
"Turn over." Onnasuki instructed. When Emi had laid face-down on the bed, she began to work on her back. "What's up?"
"Well... Is there a reason you hate strap-ons so much?" Emi asked, between small breaths of pleasure as her friend rubbed a few pleasure spots by her shoulder blades.
"I take it you saw that bogus 'lesbian sex poses' book?" Onnasuki grinned, rolling her eyes at the thought of such a book. "I've got nothing against them; I'm fine with having one inside me now and then, but what I hate about them is how unimaginative they are."
"Why do you say that?" Emi asked, feeling a few light cracks in her back, which slowly started to feel less stiff.
"Well," Onnasuki explained. "First of all, you know how a man does a woman, right? Well, just because women don't have 'those things', does that mean we should handicap ourselves with foolish toys that replicate them?"
"I guess not...?" Emi replied uncertainly. She could certainly understand where Onnasuki was coming from, but at the same time, wondered how else lesbian sex could be done.
"Exactly! Some lesbians might have different views, but to me, what truly makes lesbian sex great is creativity; when you look at heteral, the guy just puts his thing in, nothing else to it, but when you take the dick out of the bedroom, you have practically an infinite number of possibilities."
"What kind of possibilities?" Emi asked interestedly. She wished that she knew more about lesbian sex than simply tribadism like the kind she displayed earlier.
"I might show you some other day." Onnasuki said brightly, working her way down to Emi's hips, making the girl squeal as she rubbed her sides. "Oh? Looks like someone has a tickle spot!"
"Uh?!" Emi twitched, scared that Onnasuki would try to tickle torture her.
"Nah, I'm just kidding." The nudist laughed. "Although... next time, you might not be so lucky..." She said in a low, teasing sultry tone. "But anyways, the other reason I'm not too fond of those things is because they just have no soul."
Emi said nothing, partially understanding Onnasuki, and yet unsure if she understood at all.
"Tell me, Emi." Onnasuki said in a low, husky voice. "Can you think of a better feeling than embracing bodies with another woman? Can you think of happier warmth than that of bare skin against bare skin? Can you think of a better way to express your love than to give your body passionately to someone you love?"
Emi thought carefully about Onnasuki's words as she began to massage her rear, reflecting on her current sexual experience to date. Truly, there was no memory she possessed that was happier than the night when she gave her virginity to Anko, and as the memory returned to her, she began to feel warmth throughout her body, and moistness down below.
"See?" Onnasuki smirked, teasing Emi's pussy for a second. "You can't get any of that with a dumbass piece of rubber strapped to your waist."
Emi considered this point for a moment. She had only ever had one experience having sex with a strap-on, and that was with Nikia Zaraki, a towering dark-skinned kunoichi who had been her partner for her 'official' virginity ritual. She had enjoyed the sensation of something penetrating her so deep, and helped her understand Anko's love of phallus, but at the same time, it didn't feel nearly the same as Nikia using her own well-toned body, and she imagined that the bronze-skinned woman didn't exactly get much pleasure, being the one operating the fake dick.
"So yeah," Onnasuki concluded. "If men can fuck using only their own bodies, then women sure as hell can too. And women can have more fun, because there are more creative possibilities."
"What kind of possibilities?" Emi asked again.
"I guess one of these days, I'll have to educate you." Onnasuki sighed, grinning at Emi. "You could even help me write a REAL book on lesbian sex!"
"I'd like that." Emi smiled as she turned over onto her back. "I never knew there was so much to lesbian sexuality, and I would love to have you teach me."
"Great." Onnasuki smiled, yawning slightly. "So, before we wrap up for tonight, I want to ask you one last question; do you still feel ashamed of your lesbian self?"
"No." Emi shook her head confidently. "I remember feeling like some sort of 'special' child when I was little because of my different desires, and then fear that I might be some kind of freak, and ashamed for being one." She hugged Onnasuki. "But Anko, and Nikia, and you, Onna, you've all taught me to not only accept myself for what I am, but take pride in it as well. But now, I want to know more about myself, and people like me, and I would love nothing more than to be taught by you."
She fought with herself internally, feeling as though she might have betrayed Anko, the woman she loved more than any other, but while she lay in Onnasuki's bed, under Onnasuki's loving touch, she was somehow unconcerned that she was expressing so much affection for her nudist friend.
"Very good!" Onnasuki grinned. "That was just the answer I've been hoping to hear tonight." As she started to caress the minimally-sized buds Emi had for breasts, she gave her another brief, sweet kiss on the mouth. "Do you remember that day when we first met?"
"Vividly." Emi sighed, repressing some aroused whimpers as she felt waves of desire flow through her with each kneading of her chest. "Didn't you throw someone into a trash can?"
"Yep." Onnasuki chuckled. "Some people just never know when to shut up. But that's not why I asked; do you remember how it felt to learn there was someone else like you?"
"Yes..." Emi smiled, gasping pleasantly as Onnasuki began to move further down, rubbing her inner thighs. "It felt... Oh... I can't even..." She went red in the face again, panting delightedly.
"Yep, I've been there." Onnasuki grinned, admiring Emi's well-toned legs. "You feel like you're the only one in the world, until you meet someone like you, am I right?"
"Y-yes..." Emi chuckled, resisting the strong urge to pull her legs closed as Onnasuki hit another 'tickle spot'. "I've actually wanted to ask you for a long time, Onna; have you ever been bullied like that?"
"Lots!" Onnasuki answered, half-inclined to groan. "I've felt every bit of pain, both physical and mental that you have for being so openly different, and it was only made worse by how little clothing I wore back then; a little lesbian with barely anything to cover her, no wonder so many people thought I was a little skank."
"Why did you wear so little clothes?" Emi asked.
"Like I said, I'm one of those kids you just can't keep clothes on." Onnasuki grinned. "It was considered unacceptable for me to walk around naked, so I just wore as little clothes as I was allowed. One day, I even went to school in just a bikini top and panties. Just take a guess how much the teachers appreciated that."
She shared a laugh with Emi at these words, and another question came to Emi.
"Why do you hate clothes so much, though?"
"I don't hate them now, like I did as a kid," Onnasuki answered. "But I just like to be comfortable, and nudity is about as comfortable as it gets."
"I suppose..." Emi muttered awkwardly.
"I can tolerate putting on clothes now and then, but I'd just go naked anywhere and everywhere if I could."
"But where did you learn to be strong, like you are now?" Emi asked.
"I fell in love." Onnasuki answered simply, gradually working her way closer to the wet spot between Emi's legs. "I found a girl who I held near and dear to me, and she loved me back. After that, I cared too much about her to care anything about what people thought of how I dressed, or what my lovers had between their legs."
"Eloquently put..." Emi grinned weakly. "So, who was this girl?" Emi could tell that this was probably a question she shouldn't have asked, because for a minute, Onnasuki's face turned very pale, and even seemed like she might cry for a moment.
"She... she was a great woman." She said plainly. "A... great woman."
"'Was'?" Emi thought, suddenly a little scared. "Um, I'm sorry, should I not have...?"
"N-no, don't... don't worry about it." Onnasuki shook her head, trying to put herself out of the duldrum she'd fallen into. "E-enough about me, what about you? Has there ever been someone in your life who you've loved?"
"A few..." Emi muttered grimly. "I've met a few girls who I've been attracted to, and they've just been... scared and confused by me. I've been called a weirdo, and a freak, a pervert, a skank... I... remember that one girl who was beating me up when we first met? She was one of my first crushes."
"Is it true you fell in love with Anko the first day you met her?" Onnasuki asked, trying to turn the conversation towards a more pleasant subject.
"Yeah." Emi nodded. "The very first day, she talked a bit about lesbianism, and why it wasn't such a 'wrong' thing, and even chewed someone out for calling it immoral. Maybe it was just because... she seemed to understand my feelings in a way I've never known anyone else to..."
"You know..." Onnasuki smirked, finally reaching the juicy center between Emi's legs. "I've heard of kids who have crushes on their teachers, but this has to be the first time I've ever seen such a love be so... true." She licked up the excessive juices that had built up over the past few minutes, Emi gripping the sheets as she felt bliss upon remembering the last time Onnasuki had done this for her.
"Aahh~~" She moaned, arcing her back as she surrendered herself to the Sapphic charm of Onnasuki.
"You're quite the healthy young woman." She marveled. "Down here in particular. Could you hand me one of those ben-wa balls for a moment?" Emi complied, handing her partner the pink marble-like ball, though wondering what she had planned with it.
"If ever you want to use a tool for masturbation, but don't want to stretch yourself out too much, try this..." Onnasuki told her, carefully pressing the ball to Emi's pussy, and rolling it against her entrance's walls.
"You like that? Just wait..." She stopped teasing Emi, and pushed the ben-wa ball up into her pussy. "Now, how about getting me lubed up next?"
Emi nodded as she traded places with Onnasuki, feeling somewhat humbled that she left her privates in her hands. She swallowed as she moved closer to Onnasuki's vagina, uncertain of its taste. She had tasted Anko's previously, and surprisingly enjoyed it, but she wondered if pussy tasted the same universally, or...?
Forgetting reason for a moment, she dove in face first, giving Onnasuki's pussy a testing kiss, a somewhat sweet taste coating her lips, encouraging Emi to kiss more deeply, sucking up whatever juices had built up as she wrapped her hands around to feel her butt, each hand gripping a cushiony cheek as she kissed harder, enticing a moan from her partner.
"Like what you're tasting?" Onnasuki teased, her chuckle tripping over another cry of pleasure.
Emi wanted to reply, but there was no way she could resist the ever-growing addictiveness of Onnasuki's taste, but just as addicting as Onnasuki's torrent of juices was the sounds of ecstasy she moaned out.
"O-okay, Emi, that's good..." Onnasuki said between moans, but Emi couldn't hear her; she was too entrenched in Onnasuki's fountain, drinking deeply from her, wiggling her hips to let the ben-wa ball inside her give her some pleasure as well. "Emi!"
"Uh?" Emi blinked, looking up, only now hearing her partner.
"I just wanted you to get me wet, Emi, not make me cum." Onnasuki grinned. "You like how I taste, don't you?"
"A... bit." Emi muttered with embarrassment.
"Okay, now stick the other one into me." Onnasuki instructed, handing Emi the second ben-wa ball. Emi put it in her mouth as she returned between her partner's legs, and pressed her lips to her entrance once more. She pushed the marble into Onnasuki's pussy with her tongue, until it slid in too far for her to reach with her tongue or fingers.
"Why didn't I think of that one?" Onnasuki smirked as Emi looked up at her.
"What do we do next?" She asked.
"We do... this!" Onnasuki smirked, sitting up and pouncing onto Emi, who squealed at the sudden movement, and mounted one of her legs, lifting the other one up high as she pressed her crotch into Emi's, both of them gasping and moaning as she grinded her pussy into her young friends', creating a slow, smooth momentum as she leaned back slightly, letting the momentum in her hips perpetuate.
"Now," She panted. "You follow along, Emi."
Emi watched the circular grinding pattern Onnasuki's hips made, and imitated it just as she had instructed. The sensation that followed was unbelievable! Between the already fantastic feeling she loved of one vagina being rubbed against another, and the augmented delight of her ben-wa ball, Emi was close to fainting as she began to slowly pick up speed in tandem with Onnasuki, who grinned at her with sexual and affectionate satisfaction.
She leaned forward until she was almost perfectly upright, not slowing down or losing any momentum, and taking Emi's hand, slowly pulling her up, so that they both reached eye level, and as both girls began to reach their climax, Onnasuki closed her eyes, pulling Emi in intimately and planting a loving kiss on her mouth, Emi somehow able to continue her grinding without breaking her pace as she wrapped both arms around Onnasuki, using her tongue as she kissed back.
"Why has this kid never had a girlfriend before?!" Onnasuki marveled, only able to reach one arm up to embrace Emi, her other hand still planted on the bed to maintain a stable position.
Emi gasped loudly, breaking off their kiss as she panted for breath, but despite clearly moments away from collapsing from sexual overload, she began to trib harder than Onnasuki, pushing her back onto the pillow, and taking the lead, screaming in throughs of ecstasy as she drew closer and closer to orgasm, Onnasuki simply smiling at her young friend, and letting her take over.
"Th-thank you s-so much, Onna~~!" Emi cried, grabbing Onnasuki's leg and pushing herself as close as she could possibly get into her pussy, uttering one final cry of utter bliss, before both of them came together, neither one of them bothering to pick up the marbles that had been ejected from their openings as they lay together in the afterglow, Emi falling on top of Onnasuki, head nestled comfortably in her breasts.
"The pleasure was all mine." The nudist grinned, as they both slowly fell asleep.
The next day, Emi awoke to find the bed she shared with Onnasuki to be empty. She sighed, hoping to spend some more time with her, but knew that nothing could be helped; Onnasuki was both a working woman and more importantly, an ANBU, after all.
After getting out of bed, Emi felt her body as rested and comfortable as it had ever been in her life, and knew that somehow Onnasuki had something to do with it.
"I don't know what you did, Onna, but thanks." She said to herself. She thought for a moment about leaving Onnasuki's house, simply returning home, but upon taking a look at the bed she had just been sleeping in, she felt guilty about leaving it in as much of a mess as she did, as the sheets were soaked in both her and Onnasuki's love juices.
She hesitated for a moment, and stripped off the sheets, before headed for the bathroom, where she found fresh sheets in a closet, which she promptly used to replace the dirtied ones. After putting the old sheets in the wash and making sure that the rest of Onnasuki's room was just the way it was before she first set foot in it, she was ready to leave, until she saw a note left on one of the nightstands, sitting on top of Onnasuki's 'lesbian sex positions' book:
Hey, Emi~!
I'm really sorry that I had to go before you could wake up, but I received an ANBU summons, and that means business that cannot be ignored.
But anyway, last night was... there's really no other word for it... amazing. You might not realize this, Emi, but you are a natural born lady killer, and the amount that you've matured since we've first met is absolutely staggering!
Again, I'm really sorry that I couldn't have said all this stuff to you in person, but you looked so comfortable and happy sleeping, that it felt like a real shame to wake you.
Anyways, I have a serious question that I want to ask you: I know you enjoy it whenever you're here, and that's why I want to ask you if you would like to call this house home.
"Wha... whoa... Wh-what!?" Emi gasped, shocked by such a question.
I know this might feel sudden, but I will give you as much time as you need to think about it. If ever you find your answer... well, you know where to find me!
Your breast friend
~Onna
PS: I know you loved those Ben-Wa balls, so I'm happy to entrust them to you. Enjoy them~!
Emi grinned, folding the note in half and picking up both of the pink marbles on the nightstand, finally ready to return home.
"Oh? Who might that be?" Emi's mother blinked as she received a knock on her door, which she promptly answered.
"Hello, ma'am." It was Anko Mitarashi, Emi's favorite teacher. "Is Emi home?"
"She just returned a few hours ago, yes."
"How is she doing?" Anko asked hopefully.
"I'm... not sure..." Emi's mother blinked. "She didn't say anything when she came home, and she seemed very red in the face. Is that...?"
"Knowing Emi, I'm sure that's a really good sign." Anko smirked. "You wouldn't mind if I saw her, would you?"
"Of course not. I'm pleased to invite my daughter's favorite teacher to visit her."
"Thank you." Anko nodded, grinning as she left her coat by the door. "I'll just be a moment." She reached Emi's bedroom door and knocked, to hear a deep thump sound from inside, and Emi's voice shout,
"Ah! Just a minute, mom...!"
"Guess again." Anko smirked, opening the door to find her idolizing pupil sprawled on the floor butt naked, clearly caught in the middle of a very private moment.
"Ah! A-Anko-sensei!?" She blurted, hurriedly trying to put on clothes and make her room a bit more presentable.
"Relax, I'll just be here for a few minutes..." Anko chuckled, peering down to see a little pink ball covered in love juice on the floor. "Is that what I think it is?" She said, pointing it out.
"Uh? Oh, that was... Onna gave them to me." Emi explained, picking it up and trying to clean it off.
"You know, I feel like I should have been the one to teach you about those things." Anko sighed in an amused tone. But then, her attention deviated from Emi, to her room; she'd never been inside of Emi's room before, and she was sure that it wasn't like this at all until quite recently.
Though her desk was largely clean, a few erotic and lingerie magazines could be seen scattered around it, as though something she was focused on last time she had used this room. The familiar names of many adult novels and manga lined the bookshelf next to her desk, and pinned to a bulletin board were a list of 18+ books and movies she wanted to find ("The Sea of Sappho" scrawled at the bottom of the list), as well as a picture of Anko herself, with a pink heart drawn on it.
"Well, you really have grown." Anko marveled, sitting down on the edge of Emi's bed, which had a half-read manga volume laying by the pillow.
"Sensei..." Emi whimpered awkwardly. "This is kind of... embarrassing." She really hoped Anko wouldn't see the picture of her...
"I know," said Anko interestedly. "But I doubt the Emi I knew at the start of the year... or even just a few months ago, would have so much adult reading, much less display it openly like this."
"Er... didn't you say that you came here for something?" Emi asked, trying to dodge the subject, half hoping that she was here for personal pleasures.
"Ah, yes." Anko remembered, patting the side of the bed next to her. "In about an hour or so, I'm expecting two girls to visit my house, who I'd like for you to meet." Emi fidgeted uncomfortably as she took a seat, thinking of the all-women orgy she walked in on yesterday. "No no, nothing like that." Anko added hastily, knowing what was going through her mind. "In fact, these two are having some... difficulties right now."
"Difficulties?" Emi repeated.
"They're... both of them are still in the closet." Anko clarified. "I'm sure you can understand their pain as much as anyone, and I would love it if you could help me ease them into coming out. Do you think you can help me with that?"
"Absolutely." Emi nodded, pleased to help.
"I'm glad." Anko smiled. "Then come over to my place in about two hours... Oh, and I'd recommend leaving those behind." She pointed to the marbles on Emi's desk.
"Er... right." Emi blushed.
"So, did you have fun with Onna last night?" Anko asked playfully.
"I did." Emi smiled pleasantly. "I'm really glad that you led me to her, sensei." She paused, thoughts of Onnasuki's question in her parting note crossing her mind, as well as the 'couple's' cupcakes they shared.
"Something tells me that sex isn't the only thing about last night that's gotten your attention, though." Anko noted perceptively. "Something up?"
Emi sighed, knowing there was no beating around the bush here.
"Onna shared an... interesting treat with me last night." She explained. "Cupcakes that she said are only ever sold in pairs. They have a... interesting shape..."
"Couplecakes." Anko grinned, a very rare tinge of pink crossing her cheeks as she chuckled. "How unexpected of you, Onna!"
Emi blinked at her uncertainly. "And she left me a note this morning, asking me if I wanted to live with her." She continued. "It's... given me a lot to think about."
"I would imagine." Anko mused.
"Sensei, what exactly does it all mean?" Emi asked, Anko pausing before answering,
"I'm sure you already have at least an idea."
"Yeah, but... I don't know much about these kinds of things." Emi confessed. "You're the first one who's ever taught me about things like sex or love, outside of a book." She cast a quick glance at the manga by her pillow, which Anko saw was Volume 3 of a series called 'More than Friends', featuring a number of red-faced school girls together in a slightly risqué manner. "And... I really like Onna, but... still..."
It was here that Anko understood completely; Emi knew what Onnasuki was asking of her, but didn't know how to take it, because she loved Anko. One day, she hoped to explain to Emi that love wasn't necessarily something that had to be reserved for just one person, but there was more than enough time for that another day.
"Don't worry about that right now." She said simply. "You're young; you have more than enough time in your life to make that decision."
"Thanks, sensei." Emi smiled, kissing Anko on the cheek, before another question had crossed her mind. "Er, sensei? Who are these girls you want me to meet?"
"Eh, I think I'll surprise you." Anko smirked.
"Would I like this surprise?" Emi asked, though feeling like she didn't even need to ask.
"Undoubtedly." Anko kissed Emi lightly on the mouth before getting up. "Now finish up whatever you were doing in here and get dressed. I'm gonna need you in a few hours."
"Right." Emi nodded.
"Oh..." Anko said suddenly, halting just as she was about to open the door. "Ah, one last question."
"What is it, sensei?" Emi blinked, surprised as Anko turned to her bookshelf, scanning it, before pulling one of the manga out, checking the back, and showing it to her.
"Could I borrow this for a little while, please?" The book she showed Emi was the first volume of 'More than Friends'.
"I would have thought that you already had the whole series, sensei." Emi blinked. Something erotic that Anko Mitarashi didn't own just seemed unbelievable!
"I've never really collected much manga." Anko shrugged, looking at the front cover with interest. "I usually prefer to use a little imagination with my reading material, but something about this one really gets my attention. As long as you don't mind, of course."
"Go ahead, sensei." Emi nodded.
"Thanks, Emi." Anko grinned. "See you soon!"
"Another day, tiring job..." Onnasuki sighed, discarding her ANBU mask after a long day's work. She departed to her room, letting her clothes fall to the ground as she pulled a Diet Climax from her fridge, but just as she was about to take a gulp of the alcohol inside, a note at her nightstand caught her eye.
Though at first she thought it was just the note she left for Emi this morning, she then understood it to be her reply to said note.
"Emi, you lady killing little sweetheart!" She laughed, reading the note.
Onna,
Thanks for everything last night! I couldn't have asked for a better time with you, or anyone in Konoha to spend the night with (Well, y'know, besides maybe Anko-sensei...). I'm flattered you think so highly of me (I saw your list of girls you like to bang, by the way), but I don't know about 'lady killer'. There's so little, almost nothing, that I know about lesbian sexuality, but I would LOVE to learn more from you about it, if I can.
But that's not entirely why I wrote this response: I honestly found your question to be a little bit... sudden. You are a great friend, and I enjoy every minute of time I spend with you, but I'm honestly not sure if I'm ready to live with you. I'm very glad that you're willing to wait for me to answer this question, because honestly, I don't think I could give you a clear answer any time soon.
I hope that we can meet like this more often!
-Emi
[End]
For those of you who didn't figure it out yet, this side story is actually an in-between, set after Emi's virginity ritual, and before her fourway with Anko, Sakura, and Ino (And yes, Sakura and Ino are the girls Anko wanted her to meet, btw!).
I've wanted to make a side story where Onna and Emi meet up again after Emi graduated, and I thought that having it set before she got her squad assignment would be a nice time, while also leaving things open for another possible future meeting (Also, yes, I did imply that Onnasuki has a soft spot for Emi (Oh my, Emi certainly has quite the romantic dilemma, doesn't she XD?))
And why, oh god WHY, did I not know about Ben-Wa Balls until AFTER SE:AMS' completion!? I've been wanting to make a side story based at least somewhat around them for a long time now, so I'm glad I could finally fit a lesson in about them (even if wasn't Anko doing the teaching XD).
Something else of note that's been on my mind for a while, particularly since I've written this side story: there are quite a lot of porno movies, books, etc in the SEries that I realize (as Sketchfan regularly points out :P) would make good stories in and of themselves. That being said, I'm thinking of writing another side series that turns these movies, books, etc into full, independent stories. However, there's just one problem: I can't write them all on my own ^^;
So, I'd like to ask if anyone would be interested in co-writing such stories as "Mist Mishaps", "Not so gentle fist", "Suna Slumber Party", and whatever other stories might have been mentioned in SE's continuity I might have forgotten about. If anyone is interested in co-writing any of these stories, please contact me via PM, and we can talk business.
Special thanks to MattWilson83 for revisions, and permission to use his OC Yuko.