Sour Apples
Renton squeezed Eureka's hand as she led him on, hoping to amend his words, and convey that he wanted this as much as she did. Eureka squeezed back, but then let go. Renton watched her as she turned on the shower head, feeling the water and adjusting the temperature.
She walked back and placed her hands on Renton's shirt.
"Excuse me," said Eureka, as she lifted Renton's shirt off over his head.
For a moment they stood motionless, till Renton realized that it was his "turn". Tentatively, he reached out his hands, unbuttoning Eureka's shirt. He stopped after the top button, waiting for her approval to go on. Eureka smiled, and Renton continued.
Soon, both lovers stood naked, but each only caught a one or two second glimpse of the other. Eureka quickly closed the distance between them, leading Renton into the shower.
Eureka pushed Renton into the stream of water rushing out of the shower head. Then she pressed her body against his, trying to catch the water on her body as well. Renton lifted Eureka's chin and began kissing her gently on the lips.
The two lovers learned quickly how to gauge one another's sensitivity and movement. Their tongues touched with each kiss, as both Eureka and Renton gasped for air between their embraces, and the water that splashed into their mouths.
"Eureka," Renton could hardly speak between Eureka's sensual attack on his lips. "Can I?" Eureka paused her assault for a moment, as she felt Renton's hand, clenching the bar of soap, move across her back.
"Mmm." Eureka nodded and hummed her assent. She stood motionless, pressing her chest against Renton, as he cleansed and massaged her back, shoulders, neck and arms.
"Aaah," Renton had put down the bar, and used his soapy hands to move across Eureka's backside, down her thigh, and around to her front. Eureka was forced to turn around, facing away from Renton.
Slowly, Renton moved up and down Eureka's legs, making sure to wash ever inch of her skin– but even more so, he wanted savor every curve, and the softness of her body.
"Wait. . ." Eureka's protest was half-hearted. Renton had stood up, moving his hands up her thighs, but stopped his ascent when he heard Eureka. Both of his hands were pressed against her belly, and Eureka had begun to feel one hand reaching down between her legs.
Renton didn't say anything, but pulled Eureka closer. Eureka's body shuddered in his arms for a moment, when she felt something hard poke her back; but as it gave way, she obediently rested against Renton's chest.
'That was Renton's private' she thought. Before, Eureka was absolutely against Renton cleaning the tender trap between her legs, but the realization that he was just as exposed as she was gave her confidence.
"Renton," she said over the sound of the shower head.
"Yes, Eureka?"
"I'm scared."
Renton thought for a moment. Was she scared of getting hurt? Renton knew enough to know that he couldn't promise it wouldn't hurt. "Eureka. . .what is it?" Inexplicably, Eureka remembered Riku's advice. 'Talk to him, Eureka.'
"I'm not. . .I'm still small." Renton was confused, but he waited to speak, hoping his silence would encourage Eureka to keep explaining. She did. "I'm. . .very attracted to you, Renton. You've grown so much in the last two years. So firm and strong– I feel safe in your arms. But I'm. . ." Eureka placed her hand between her breasts, something that wasn't lost on Renton.
Without effort, Renton lifted his arms above Eureka's abdomen, and placed one on each of her breasts. Eureka began to exclaim, "Ren–"
But Renton's mouth touched her ear, and he whispered, "Sshh. . ." Eureka obeyed, allowing Renton to hold her breasts, waiting in silence for him to continue.
His hands cupped her from the base of her breasts, but Eureka's chest was so perky that Renton didn't need to support them. The were firm yet soft, like all of Eureka's body. Years of SFO training, and the blessed body the Coralians had given her, made Eureka's muscles toned to perfection, giving her defined, yet sensual curves.
As Renton squeezed Eureka's breasts, they both felt his hands overreach so that the tips of fingers no longer felt the distinct softness of her boob. In other words, it seemed Eureka's fears were confirmed: Renton's hands were suited for bigger breasts. And for a moment, Eureka felt that despite everything, THIS meant that they weren't meant to be together.
"They're perfect. . .you're perfect, Eureka."
"Oh, Renton," Eureka almost collapsed in relief. Her worries disappeared, and she felt like she would give anything to be one with Renton in that moment.
"And. . .they're all mine," Renton began massaging Eureka's chest again; and Eureka, as both a sign of consent and a reward, straightened her back and pushed out her chest, as if she was putting her heart in Renton's hands.
The soap tingled on Eureka's skin as Renton continued massaging her breasts and kissing her neck; and more than the physical pleasure, Eureka reveled in the fact that she was giving Renton so much sensual fulfillment.
At times, his embrace was too hard, and sometimes it hurt; but Eureka was so happy at her lover's enthusiasm that she moaned with pleasure. Now, he was tracing circles around her nipples, and Eureka longed for him to quit being gentle.
"Aaah!" Eureka screamed in delight as Renton pinched her ends.
Eureka could hear the laughter in Renton's voice as he said, "Not too loud, or you'll wake up the kids."
As Renton kept up his bodily assault, and the heat between Eureka's legs burned hotter than it ever had before, she cried between hurried breaths, "Don't tease me."
Eureka took Renton's right hand off her breasts and led it toward her tender trap. "I think. . .I'm still dirty here." Renton could feel how wet Eureka was, but knew she hadn't climaxed yet. He was beginning to decipher her moans, and knew that the sounds she made that night in the garage were much "more" than right now.
Renton slowly moved his hand over Eureka's private. "You're pussy's so warm."
"D-Don't call it that!" Eureka cried in embarrassed.
Again she could hear the laughter in Renton's voice as he said, "What should I call it?" Eureka didn't have an answer; or rather, her mind was so clouded with pleasure as Renton's finger pushed against her entrance that she couldn't answer. So Renton answered, "How about 'flower'?"
Eureka managed to squeeze out with bated breath, "Yes."
"I want to feel inside your flower, Eureka." Renton plunged two finger into Eureka and moved them across the inside of her lips.
"Don't. . ." Eureka found it hard to keep on her legs; so she placed Renton's other hand on her abdomen, and used her arms to push against the shower walls for support. "Renton, it hurts. It feels like something might break."
Renton understood. He moved his fingers outside of her trap, and was surprised to see a bit of blood on them. He tried to remember what had made Eureka go so crazy last time. In the meantime, he rubbed his fingers fast, but gently against the folds of Eureka's pussy. He placed a finger along her hole and, without pushing in too deeply, traced the lips up toward her stomach.
"Aa–aah!" Eureka's moan made Renton remembered, as he felt a small nub above Eureka's entrance.
"I found the bud of your flower, Eureka." Renton softly circled around Eureka's clit.
"Please," panted Eureka. "Renton, harder. . ."
Renton pushed every which way against Eureka's bud, feeling a warm liquid against his hands, distinguishable from the water because of its thickness. He tried to stay in circles, at first, but soon noticed that erratic massaging over her clit made Eureka moan louder and push her hips in time with his movements.
"Oh– oh, a-ah. . .Aaah," Eureka tried to stifle her moans as she felt the oncoming waves of pleasure. But then, as she had always sensed a large wave of trapar before it came, Eureka felt her climax coming. "Renton," she tried to warn, "It's coming. But– please, Renton. Don't– don't stop– don't stop– don't–"
Eureka reached her climax, as liquid trickled down her leg and onto Renton's hand. Her arms fell and her legs gave out. Renton was quick enough to catch her, gently allowing her to fall on her knees.
Panting, Eureka tried to compose herself. Renton allowed her to rest for a moment, satisfied that tonight they had made enough progress–
'And to think, I was hoping for a good night kiss and maybe to feel Eureka's breasts against me as she slept.' Renton smiled at his own pervertedness, almost too happy to know that Eureka was just as "ecchi" as he was.
He began to clean himself, having spent all this time "cleaning" Eureka. Suddenly–
"Eureka!" Still kneeling at Renton's feet, Eureka had soaped her hands and grabbed onto to Renton's hard shaft. Eureka lined up all eight of her fingers to grab Renton, with her thumbs moving along the bottom of his shaft; and she noticed that from base to tip Renton was the exact length of both her hands.
This made her feel a lot better about their "compatibility", as she figured that Renton wouldn't grow any longer, but her breasts might grow big enough so that they fit perfectly in Renton's hands.
"Eureka, you do–"
"You're still dirty here," Eureka said simply, as she smiled, removed one of her hands, and began pumping up and down Renton's cock.
"Really," Renton was struggling both to speak and not to burst. "You. . .don't have– to."
'What am I saying? I must be stupid.'
Eureka stopped for a moment, and looked up. "Renton, you were really happy. . .making me feel that much pleasure. I could tell. It's the same for me, Renton. I want you to feel pleasure from me. And when we're ready, I want to become one with you – again and again."
The last three words were spoken earnestly by Eureka, as even in this situation she blushed at her own words. "So please," Eureka began pumping as fast as she could along Renton's cock. "Please come for me, Renton!"
In a second, the tension that Renton had been suppressing since the moment he touched Eureka's chest was released.
"Aaa!" In surprise Eureka let out a high pitched scream, as thick liquid covered her hair, ear, and parts of her face and chest. Eureka continued pumping, allowing Renton to release two more small bursts of semen, which Eureka collected in the palm of her left hand.
Renton, in complete ecstasy, failed to notice this, until he looked down to see Eureka licking something from the palm of her hand.
'Did she just. . .'
"It's bitter." Renton didn't say anything. On one hand, he was shocked that Eureka had done essentially the same thing he did that night in the garage; and part of it made him feel uneasy. On the other hand, the sheer innocence and curiosity of the act made Eureka seem cuter than he could ever remember.
He was snapped out of his thoughts when Eureka looked up, with translucent liquid still dripping from her cheeks and chin, and said sweetly, "It tastes kinda like sour apples."
Renton suppressed the urge to laugh; and watched Eureka clean her face and ears, gathering the liquid in her hand, and wiping it off in the drain. "Renton?"
"Um, yes!" Renton had been following the movements of Eureka's hand, hoping he might see her taste his seed again.
Eureka pointed to her hair, and looking quizzically at Renton asked, "Could you wash my hair, please?"