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Rangiku Matsumoto couldn't believe it.
Wow. Just ... wow.
She had sex with Ichigo. It wasn't the first time or anything, so that wasn't the reason for her befuddlement. No, it was because she'd experienced the strongest of orgasms, one after the other, begging for more. The teenager was adequate in bed in the past but, just now, she had to consider him a sexual Adonis.
Those strong hands.
That tongue ... Oh, that tongue...
... That penis, thrusting deep inside of her...
... He fucked her rough, like he hated her, leaving the beautiful lieutenant's legs feeling like jelly, wobbling, throbbing, uncontrollably, as she struggled to move. Then again, she couldn't recall how - or even when - they made it to her bedroom, let alone her bed. Be that as it may, there they were, the young man leaning against the headboard, whilst the lieutenant snuggled into him, her head resting against his chest, where she could feel his heartbeat. Needless to say, it hadn't inconvenienced either one of them that the sheets had fallen off in light of their passion running amok...
... It was oh-so worth it, though. So, really, it didn't make a difference.
... Typically, he was gentle, as if he was afraid to cause her harm. Rangiku appreciated his concern, however, sex was meant to be rugged, dirty and sometimes, a little crazy. All of this lovemaking you see on television; it had been overrated. There was no dominance from a man in that scenario. If anything, it made a man submissive and weak. ... Lieutenant Matsumoto didn't care for frail men - they simply had no appeal whatsoever. Factually, the very sight of a puny man made her flee.
"Just sleep, Ran'," Ichigo stated calmly as he gazed down at her, kissing her on the forehead. The woman glanced up at him, noticing the perspiration glistening on his forehead to go along with his spiky, bright orange haired mane, which had gotten matted down gradually throughout the night. Thinking it made him look sexier - if that were actually possible given his performance - Rangiku licked her lips, purring like a kitten basking in the afterglow of its greatest elation.
The substitute soul reaper stared at the ceiling, simply thinking. He mulled over his dilemma. On the one hand, here he rested, a sexy, blonde woman snoozing so softly against him - with her scent shrouding him, like strawberry sauce over mashed potatoes (one of Orihime's favorite creations!). On the other hand, there was a beautiful woman who, while she didn't necessarily bequeath him with an overwhelming need for sexual release upon their interactions with one another, made him happy ... Although, lately, he wondered if he should merely sever ties with the young healer. He didn't love her that way and he wasn't sure he'd ever feel anything for her beyond "just friends."
Of course, if he was being totally forthcoming, he'd confess that despite her being innocent, Orihime was a pretty damn good kisser. And her sweet, soft moans were quite satisfactory to boot!
But was it enough to persist in dating her? He simply didn't have a solution at the present juncture.
For the next hour, he merely maintained eye contact with the ceiling before deciding to sleep on the matter.
XOXOXOXOXO
Orihime was finally - finally! - dressed. The teenage girl had to sift through dozens of clothing combinations until she at last settled on her ensemble of choice.
The young healer had decided on a purple blouse (making certain to expose some major cleavage), accompanied by a short blue jean skirt that only covered her midsection and part of her thigh. It should be noted that she hadn't felt the least bit comfortable wearing such an outfit, but these were desperate measures! When she meant she was going for broke, she'd tossed in the kitchen sink, too.
Standing in front of the large mirror hovering above the sink in her well-lit, humble bathroom, Orihime applied her make up: eye-shadow and lipstick. Next was her perfume: Chanel No. 5. And then, lastly, she applied some oil to her face, having previously applied it to the rest of her body.
Once she had everything completed, the burnt-orange haired girl smiled. She couldn't believe she was actually going through all of this for a boy. Granted, Ichigo wasn't just any boy. But, still, this was the utmost effort she'd ever put into her appearance. She hoped against all conventional wisdom that her scheme worked. If it did, she would have to thank Tatsuki - and the very woman she was competing with for Ichigo's love, Rangiku - for the tips and the assistance with her shopping.
Now the sole thing to do was to text Ichigo and wait for him to arrive.
Heading into her bedroom, she retrieved her phone and sent the teenage boy a message. It stated that she hated to disturb him but she really needed help with her math homework. It was a lousy excuse, as she was well aware Ichigo struggled in that very subject. But, hey, at least she possessed the ability to come up with anything at all, considering she was still learning how to use her feminine charm and all...
XOXOXOXOXO
Across town, Ichigo heard the notification tone of his cell phone. He wasn't in that deep of a sleep, hence it allowed him to listen for it. Why he hadn't turned it off was beyond him. He supposed that was what occurred when a person had sex and pondered on the other bullshit in their life later on.
Groaning and rubbing his eyes, the substitute soul reaper scooted over a few feet, reaching for his phone. If he had to guess the identity of the person sending a message this time of night, it was Rukia in search of a late night joke at his expense. When he opened it, though, he'd found that it wasn't from the Kuchiki heiress.
No, it was from Orihime.
That was weird. By all accounts, the healer was an early to bed, early to rise kind of girl. Believing something had to be wrong, the teenage boy hurriedly flipped his phone open to see the message.
Ichigo,
I need your help on some of these math problems. This work is really hard ... and I want to get a good grade and all. I'm sorry for sending this, but you're the only person I could ask, as Tatsuki and Rukia don't know it...
Thanks -
Orihime
Ichigo hated math. He disliked the teacher. He couldn't stand Keigo pestering him about hooking him up with a girl.
As far as he was concerned, math could go to hell. Personally, he'd relish the opportunity to be the very person to send it there.
Being a hero, though, it required that if one of his friends requested help, he'd be right there for them - no questions asked.
It didn't take Ichigo too long to get dressed and head for the door but, before he could make his exit, Rangiku interrupted him, "Where are you going, Ichi'?"
"It's Orihime, she needs help with some stuff."
"I'll get dressed and go with you," Rangiku responded, thinking the healer met a hollow in spite of her badge not glowing.
"Nah, I got it. It's school stuff."
It seemed odd Orihime would contact Ichigo this late about school work. In fact, she was certain of it. For one, the teenage girl was one of the most intellegent students in her school, so she wouldn't have needed any help from a less accomplished student in the teenage boy. For two, the healer didn't stay up late unless there was a hollow present in the area. And, for three, the time of night it was. Rangiku would've had to be the world's largest imbecile to not comprehend what was going on here.
"So, she's going to make her move. Good for you, Orihime. I hate to wake up after the best sex of my life to see the man responsible wasn't there to hold me, but for you, little sister, I'd give you the world if I could. Good luck."
The lieutenant accepted his answer with a nod, not wanting to inform him of what was truly transpiring. Of course, before she could let him leave, she had some unfinished business...
"Um, Ichigo, don't you think you should shower first? My scent's all over you and it won't escape Orihime's sight if you were to go over there as you are now."
"Shit, I almost forgot. Thanks, Ran'."
Quickly, the teenage boy entered the bathroom and started the shower.
In the bedroom, Rangiku listened for the water before getting out of bed to creep up on him. She instantly noticed that the bumbling idiot left the door wide open, making it easy for the blonde to slip inside undetected.
Ichigo's only focus was to hastily scrub himself clean. He hadn't bothered to view the ajar curtain to the shower or the lieutenant behind him prior to her hands circling his waist.
"Ran'?" he questioned, shifting his body around to face her.
The soul reaper grabbed hold of his member, subsequently dropping to her knees right before his brown eyes. She gave the thick rod a couple of licks, then some passionate kisses to the bulbous head prior to engulfing his entire shaft in her mouth.
Immediately fisting her blonde mane with each finger of his right hand, Ichigo moaned, enjoying the sensation of Rangiku's mouth on his manhood.
The lieutenant circled her tongue around the length, while simultaneously bobbing her head and cupping his testicles with her left hand. She was pleased to see him squirm - just as he made her do earlier on.
This was indeed revenge.
She hated to shorten it, but her surrogate little sister was no doubt anxiously waiting for the man she was providing with her oral skills.
Ichigo had been helpless, as his eyeballs rolled to the back of his head. It shouldn't surprise him that Lieutenant Matsumoto was that talented with this weapon she referred to as a mouth, but it did. This was like a seventh heaven to him.
Feeling him pulsate slightly in her mouth, Rangiku amped up the pleasure, rotating her hands around his scrotum more swiftly, while bobbing her head even faster, like she was in a trance. As Ichigo's mewls augmented, the lieutenant joined him in moaning, which added to the overall satisfaction of the blowjob for the teenage boy.
"Ran' ... fuck ... I-I'm gonna cum soon..."
Seemingly out of control with euphoria at this point, Ichigo involuntarily tugged Rangiku by her hair, back and forth, hastily, harshly, as she continued sucking him. The feeling was just too great, he couldn't control it...
"Ran'! Ran'! Ran'!"
Amid his final screams of her name, the boy released a heavy batch of his warm seeds into the buxom blonde's mouth. Rangiku greedily drank as much of him as she could. Unfortunately, she had no chance to capture it all. Some of it did end up on her breasts - which she scooped up with her fingers and consumed as well - whilst the shower water washed away the rest.
Pulling her up at the precise moment he was finished, Ichigo growled, kissing her fiercely. Rangiku made no emphasis to stall him, as she, too, desired him yet again. He quickly turned her around, bent her over and with a hard smack to her fleshy and plentiful rear, he entered her, eliciting a moan.
"Ichi'..."
Ichigo yanked her blonde locks back as he started to give the older woman hard, deep thrusts at a moderate pace.
"Fuck me..."
It was safe to say he'd be a little late to Orihime's...
Author's Notes: Well, that's a wrap for this one. I hope most of you enjoyed, and I'll see everyone next time.
Good fortune to each of you. Peace.
