CHAPTER 6

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Ichigo was smiling incessantly. He was running over in his mind having Rukia Kuchiki under him, the warm wet depths of her as he plowed repeatedly, sometime violently, into her small frame. Her mewls of pleasure, the delicious anguished and satisfied look on her face as he fucked her again and again in his classroom.

His cock sprung to painful attention in his pants as waves of raw erotic pleasure thundered through him again. He would have her again, he had to.

"Who is she?"

Ichigo snapped back to attention, sitting up on his sofa trying now to cover his tented pants with a pillow as he looked up at his friend Renji Abarai.

"So, who is she that caused all that?" Renji smirked pointing at the strategically placed pillow and Ichigo's crimson face as his orange haired friend tried to scramble for something to say.

"Its not like that." Ichigo croaked totally embarrassed.

"It's not? I've been talking to you for the last 10 minutes and you've been staring into space with that weird drooling grin on your face."

Ichigo swallowed hard still trying to adjust his uncomfortable erection in his pants, he couldn't help but let a sly wicked grin spread across his face seeing Rukia spread eagle under him, his time with her was still fresh in his mind. He could still smell her, taster her and even hear her. He hadn't been this happy in a very long time and he wanted to tell someone, any one.

He looked over to his friend Renji who was patiently awaiting his question to be answered. Renji of all people would appreciate the days events. But he couldn't tell him. Not yet anyway. He wanted to see what Rukia's next move was.

Technically she could tell Principle Ochi, Hisagi or even her brother. Ichigo's face fell as a jolt of reality hit him with how things could easily go very wrong. But Rukia had left smiling, if not sheepishly so and contented. She'd been begging him to go deeper and harder near the end of their time together. In her last orgasms she cried in joy as she was sated by his thick cock spilling hot cum into her. No, this was going to be their little secret.

"Its no one." Ichigo finally said.

"Really?" Renji replied incredulously.

"Really. Just forget, man."

"Dinner's ready, brother." Yuzu said bounding in the living room of her brother's apartment. She and her twin Karin had come over after they had gotten out of class to finish their homework and bring over some food for their older brother.

Ichigo adjusted himself one last time, his manhood finally quiet and dormant again, before standing and then heading to the small table, that was already set with delicious food to eat.

"So, what's for dinner?"

"No one invited you, mooch." Karin's icy sarcastic voice cut into Renji.

"I'm a guest in my dear friend's home and I would hope I would be able to partake in this lovely meal with such lovely young women." Renji put on his most charming voice leaning down and winking at the dark-haired sister.

"Whatever, dip shit." Karin said rolling her eyes and sitting down.

"Don't worry, Ren-kun, we have plenty to eat." Yuzu said placing a steaming bowl of rice on the table and sitting next to her brother.

"So, you gonna let us go to that party downstairs, Ichigo?" Karin asked trying to sound disinterested. She didn't want her brother to know how much she really wanted to go.

"Hell no! It's an adult party." The last thing Ichigo wanted was his two little sisters around that letch Urahara.

"Then why are you going? You can't even make your own dinner."

"Why should I when I have two loving sisters to do it for me."

Karin stuck out her tongue pouting before beginning to eat.

x

"Welcome, welcome, ladies, can I get anyone something to drink?" Kisuke Urahara was all smiles. Gone was his normal green and white bucket hat, though his sultry gray eyes were still somewhat masked by his thick blond locks that had taken up residence across his face. His sensual mouth curled into a charming smile as he flitted from one female guest to the other.

He looked around his apartment taking in all the beautiful sweet-smelling curvaceous bodies and thought, this must be what heaven is like. And if so he was ready to die now. He had been spending most of his time with the new tenant Yoruichi Shihouin, this make shift part was a welcoming mixer for her anyway. But he couldn't help spreading himself around the room.

He was wearing green pants and his kimono top that was open wide enough to show his muscled and hairless chest, the thought was that his chest would be inviting enough for any of the daring females to want to touch him.

He, of course, would want to touch their chest in return, then the fun would begin. Unfortunately there were no takers as of yet but the night was still young.

He had just taken a seat beside Yoruichi again, plying her with more sake, when their was another knock at the door.

Who could that be- oh no, Kurosaki! Urahara's panicked thoughts raced but before he could scramble to the door to tell the young teacher that his presence wasn't required Tessai was letting the handsome young man and two of his friends in. One Kisuke recognized as a frequent visitor Renji Abarai and the other a bald guy with a scowl that mirrored Ichigo's.

"Hey, Tsukibishi-san. You remember, Renji? And this Is Ikkaku Madarame."

"Welcome, gentlemen, would you all like something to drink?"

"Sure, what ya' got?" Ikkaku said slapping his hands together and licking his lips.

"I'll take what he's having." Renji said seeing the golden eyed Yoruichi, drinking and laughing while sitting next to a now visibly upset Kisuke. "Who's she?"

"That's the new girl who moved in, Yoru...Yoruichi something."

"She's hot. She got a boyfriend?"

"No, I think Urahara said that she just broke up with some guy." Ichigo was looking around the girl filled apartment, but the one he wanted was probably already in bed getting ready for school tomorrow.

X

Rukia couldn't sleep. She tossed and turned in bed, tangling herself more and more in her sheets. Hisagi had called her to say goodnight but she couldn't bring herself to answer the phone. She'd tell him tomorrow that she had fallen asleep while doing her homework and explain how sorry she was that she missed his call.

But now all she could think about was Kurosaki-sensei. His sensual amber eyes staring down at her looking deep into her as his hard cock did the same between her legs. She could feel it now, his hands all over her, kneading and groping her hungrily, his tongue lapping at her skin and kissing her forcefully. It had hurt so much when he took her virginity. But then the feelings that erupted in her where feelings she had never felt anything like before. When her sex life started with Hisagi would he make her feel that good, too?

"No one will ever make you feel this way." The thought chilled her washing her with guilt, she had promised that Hisagi was to be her first. She sighed heavily, her thoughts feeling tormented, her nerves raw, tears welling in her eyes. She wanted to cry but she couldn't because the lush feelings of Kurosaki-sensei all over her warmed her from the inside out, setting off ripples of pleasure and desire in her all over again.

Was she supposed to call him Ichigo now? He definitely wasn't Chiisana-chan anymore. Had he always wanted her, since they were children? We they lovers now? Or was it a one time thing? What was she talking about, they couldn't be lover's. First off, she had a boyfriend, Hisagi. Secondly, she loved him and wanted to be with him.

Right?

Besides, Ichigo was her teacher. They couldn't be lovers for that reason alone. Why was she even contemplating this. It was all wrong. All weird.

But what if...he didn't just want it as a one time thing? What if he wanted more, wanted her, like when they were younger. No, she couldn't, shouldn't be thinking about that. It was unrealistic. Right? And what about Hisagi?

No, she had to get back to her regular life, pretend like it didn't happen. Because there was no way she could tell him. No, never and Ichigo...Kurosaki-sensei wouldn't tell him. It would be his job, his career. No, she would just pretend like it never happened. Things would go back to normal. She would go back to being a good girlfriend to Hisagi. Ichi- Kurosaki-sensei had gotten his revenge on her by showning her how handsome and strong he became; shown her what she had missed out on when she rejected his confession and now she would ask his forgiveness for being so thoughtless and then things would go back to normal. Right?

She could only hope.

x

Rukia sat in silence at breakfast not eating a thing, she had told her brother that an upcoming test had her attention at the moment and had taken a piece of fruit with her as she headed to the door to appease him. She had planted a smile on her face when she greeted Hisagi that morning telling him that studying had her all tired out. Her stomach knotted the closer they got to school, she wanted to turn around and go back home but there was a odd gnawing need to see him. To see Ichigo Kurosaki, to look at him, to make sure the last 12 hours weren't a dream, to see what he wanted, what he would do. If he would do her again.

She winced at her own perverseness and walked to the classroom door. He was at the board. Their had been another fight in the classroom. Tessai Tsukibishi was cleaning up glass and Kurosaki-sensei was explaining the incident to Principal Ochi.

"Rukia?"

"Hmm?" Rukia turned to the puzzled Hisagi. He had been trying to give her a kiss before he headed down to his class.

"Kiss, please."

"Ah, I'm sorry." She stood on her toes kissing him softly on the lips, his hand at the small of her back. Rukia was hoping that Kurosaki-sensei didn't notice the exchange.

"Have a good day, stay outta trouble cause I wanna see you at lunch, ok?"

"Ok." Rukia turned slowly, her eyes meeting Ichigo's. His face was emotionless as he stared at her.

"Are you planning on coming to class?" he said curtly while cocking his eyebrow.

Rukia's face heated and flushed as she hurried into the room to the back of the class and sank down in her seat wanting to disappear.

The whole morning was uneventful, he conducted class as normal not even looking at her. Maybe it all was a dream, she would have accepted that if the delicate flesh between her legs wasn't still sore and now throbbing with need and moisture. Oh shit, I am a pervert.

"Kuchiki-san."

Rukia sat up quickly in her chair, her face nearly lighting up hearing Kurosaki-sensei call her name.

"Yes?"

"I need you to take this paper to the library and make copies for today's lesson."

"Ok."

"Well, you'll need the papers so why don't you come up here and get them."

"Oh,"

"What's wrong with you?" Tatsuki whispered as Rukia shook her head trying to collect herself .

"Nothing, I just…,"

"Now, Kuchiki-san, or someone else can do it."

Rukia hurried to the front of the class, Kurosaki-sensei was looking thru a folder of the days lessons, his other hand holding out the papers to be copied. He didn't look once at Rukia as she walked to the desk and slowly took the documents. She wanted him to acknowledge her and what they had done on the very desk he was sitting behind, but he didn't look up from his reading. He began Shaking the papers in her face when she was taking to long to take them. She felt embarrassed. Presumptuous, luckily no one else knew. She found herself pouting tears welling in her eyes as she left the room and headed down the library to make copies.

All the worry and contemplating from the night before was so not worth it, he didn't care. None of what he said meant anything. He only wanted to fuck her, and fuck her he did. To only take his revenge and then act like nothing happened. These thoughts kept running through her mind as she entered the library of the school.

"Oh, I'm sorry, the copier here is broken."

Rukia turned to see the smiling soft face of Unohana sensei. She often acted as the school librarian as well.

"Well, I'm supposed to make copies."

"There's a copier in the library store-room, you can use that one, ok? It's straight back though the swinging doors, then you take a left and then you'll see it all the way to the back wall."

"Thank you, sensei." Rukia said with a bow before she stomped to the back of the library heading through a set of swinging doors, she looked at the rows and rows of books and headed straight.

"Was it to the left or right?" She tried to remember Unohana's word. "To the left." she turned, the papers crumpled in her tight angry fists as she continued further down the aisle. After walking, what seemed like the length of the school building, she finally saw the copier.

"Who the hell puts a copier way back here?" She shook her head tapping her foot as she set the copy amount and the copier warmed up.

Suddenly, there were arms around her, her mouth was covered and she was lifted off her feet and pulled around a corner.

"When I tell you to do something, I mean right then."

Kurosaki-sensei's voice was hot and heavy in her ear, his hands groping at her clothes as he pulled her into a nearby closet.

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to be continued