Chapter 24 : Tempus Fugit - Woe is me.
I am floating, half-dozing, in a sea of warmth and comfort.
"Hey?" So, naturally, someone has to break my little bubble of post-orgasmic zenitude, making me angle my head just-so-
-to lock eyes with a certain gorgeous brunette, naked just as much as I am as she holds me from behind, the two of us cuddling in my bathtub, the girl luckily sharing my liking for very hot baths, my head propped in the crook of her neck, her pillowy mounds cushioning me as we snuggle, my movement not disturbing the shoulder-level water -while seated- in the slightest.
I give her a dopey, slightly tired, smile, to which the chestnut haired girl smiles back softly, tightening her squeeze on my body a notch.
"Yeah?" I answer, letting my head loll back in its new favorite nesting place.
"So, I thought about what you said, this tuesday…" Sakura starts, pauses, chewing on her words for a beat, making me quirk an eyebrow up in a 'get on with it woman' gesture, making her sigh.
"And… I'd kind of like it if we got together?" She not-quite asks.
"Was that a question or?" I drawl, amusedly.
Admittedly, her tone and demeanor would probably have me panicking by this point if I was fully awake, but I just got fucked senseless for two long and unforgettable hours, and she was also blaring her Awkwardness and Determination right into my ears, considering how close we are, so it was better to let her finish what she has to say rather than immediately running damage control.
"No, more like…" She trails off once more.
I hum consideringly.
"You're going away at the end of the year, I take it?" I hazard a guess.
"...That was the plan, yes." The girl admits, a bit awkwardly.
Which doesn't surprise me in the slightest, since I'd think I'd have eventually read something about her at some point if she had stayed at the college nearby.
"And?" I mumble in her neck, making her shiver a bit.
"...You're not mad?" She hesitates.
I snort aloud, before chuckling slowly.
"Of course not." I answer, turning my head upward and sideways again so as to look her in the eyes properly.
"I mean, how'd you expect me to react? 'Oh, woe is me, I only have a year with this gorgeous girl head-over-heels for me! Whatever shall I do?'" I declaim dramatically, complete with the back of my hand on my forehead, splashing water with the motion, a few drops running along her cheeks as she looks at me like I am an alien.
She opens her mouth-
-but I cut her off by putting a finger on her mouth in a shushing gesture, the same way I did a few days ago.
"You have plans, and I can respect that." I carry on, my hand gently turning her head toward mine to make it easier for the both of us to keep eye contact, "Meanwhile, I've still got two years of high-school to go through, and I'm not fixed on what I want to do.
"Now, if I'd been an egotistic ass, I could emotionally blackmail you to keep you close and force you into a long-distance relationship almost certainly doomed to fail, or something equally inane. But I'd rather have a girlfriend that fucks my brains out for a few months and does so happily rather than get only a few emotionally awkward romps because I made things difficult when there were no true reasons to.
"So, because I am, in fact, an egotistic ass of the horny kind, I'll happily support you in the meantime, deal?" I end, before pecking her on the lips.
Sakura looks at me, a little bewildered, before suddenly letting out a bark of laughter, something that resonates through my body and in the bathroom both.
"You're something else, Prima, you know that?" The gorgeous brunette points out, her hands inching upward under the water to seemingly cuddle me closer-
-an initiative a tad impeded by her prominent assets, if I must say so.
"So, girlfriends?" I ask aloud, even as her lips come closer to mine.
"...Girlfriends, yes." She answers, and her lips meet mine.
We keep making out for a while. A slow, languorous dance of lips and tongues, until one of her hands leaves my sides, slowly coming to glide downward-
-until I slap it away, having an inkling of where this is going.
"Down, girl." I growl -a bit too cutely to be taken badly-, half audibly, half in her mouth, "My mind is willing, but my flesh is very much not. Give me an hour, an hour and a half tops."
She giggles huskily, before womanhandling/turning me into her lap, splashing water all around, wrenching a yelp out my lips-
"There, better." Sakura comments amusingly.
-before hugging me closer as we come properly face to face, our chest mushed against each other, and our lips met once more.
Turns out, Koryu Sakura is a born cuddler.
And I am all for it, as the both of us laze around on my couch, myself more or less bonelessly leaning in her hug, two discarded plates on the low table in front of us, probably less than half our respectives brain power getting properly captured by my little TV.
Because, yes, I had one, but I never really liked the thing anyway, and I wasn't willing to inflict upon myself the bad anime rip-offs of the DxD universe, so I had never turned the thing on until today.
It was more about enjoying the cuddles than anything else, in all honesty.
"Sorry if I'm a bit silent, this is kind of a first to me." The gorgeous brunette ends up blurting out after a while.
And, true enough, we more or less spent our dinner and the time until now in a companionable silence rather than do anything else.
I raise my head from its most wondrous cushions -yes, I'm talking about her breasts- to truly look at her-
-only to give her a nonplussed one-shoulder shrug.
"Hey, that's alright. We're not obliged to spend our time small-talking just to fill the quiet." I tell her easily, "Though, if you want to talk, I'm all ears."
She gives me a soft smile, one of her hands coming to comb through my hair while lightly guiding me back into her bosom.
Best. Spot. Ever.
For a while, silence falls between us as the sound of the TV washes over us.
"...I used to do what we did two years ago, with a senpai." The chestnut haired girl blurt-confesses.
I angle myself just-so to give her a questioning eyebrow-
-only to see her face flushed and her expression awkward, her eyes not really meeting mine, despite her ministrations carrying on.
"...And?" I end up asking after a while, when it's clear she isn't going to elaborate by herself.
"...And I thought for a long time that it was the only time in my life where I'd feel like myself." She admits after a beat, "A few years ago, I had a… talk, with my father, where he tried his best to understand me, but still ended up falling quite short, and I resolved myself to carve my own path while trying not to make things difficult for him because at least he tried.
"So I threw myself into Kendo, because this way I couldn't be accused of benefiting from his largesse when I succeeded, and this senpai and I kind of stumbled upon each other when I started attending Kuoh.
"I was… uncomfortable breaking my father's trust, so we tried keeping things on the down low, like I did with you before.
"And when I saw you and the way you reacted to me, I guess it kind of reminded me of those times, and I sort of fell back into a known pattern?" She concludes, half-cringing, probably expecting to have annoyed me or something-
-but I only softly snort, before biting her exposed boob-flesh toothlessly, wrenching a little yelp-moan out of her lips as well as a gimlet eye aimed in my direction.
"I'm not mad about it one bit, hell, I thought that it was pretty hot actually." I tell her with a wink, even as I half-crawl, half-slither into her lap.
"Really?" She mumbles, her focus getting a bit frayed as my arms snake around her neck.
I hum in assent, now properly straddling her.
"Oh, yeah." I answer, my tone pitched a notch lower than usual, and possibly a tad hungry, my body starting to signal me that it is now, in fact, time for round two if my partner is just as willing to dance as I, "I didn't even know that I could be this… docile when tumbling in the sheets."
I inch my face closer to her own, her eyes closing and her lips parting, no doubt expecting a kiss-
-only for me to divert my course at the last second, her Confusion shining momentarily-
-until I start nibbling at her right ear, making her freeze at first, then, as her hands come to clutch my rear, I feel her emotions gradually recedes in favor of her pinkish-purple Lust.
"You know," The gorgeous brunette, apparently getting just as worked up as I am, her fingers starting to knead my buttocks, starts 'conversationally', "If you keep doing that, you're going to have a problem."
I giggle, leaving her ear be-
-only to plant slow kisses on her neck, the sudden attack on another erogenous zone making her shiver, her fingers digging a little deeper into my denim shorts and flesh both.
"What if-" I start, before kissing her neck once more, getting ever lower with each brush of my lips.
"-this was-"
"-my goal-"
"-from the start, hmm?" I end, smiling impishly in the crook of her neck-
-only for one of her hands to leave my ass, before slipping lighting-quick into my shorts and panties both from behind, making me shiver.
We lock eyes, the two of us witnessing how flushed the both of us are-
-and her hand moves a little closer, her other hand leaving its spot on my rear to half-craddle, half-pull away my head by my hair from behind, making me gasp in surprise-
-and distracting me from her hand worming its way into my panties, her forearm pressing our bodies closer in the motion-
-until her fingers reach my lower lips, wrenching another gasp out of my mouth, and she grins.
"Really, now?" Saku-my girlfriend taunts, even as I feel her fingers start playing with my drenched lips, teasing at my entrance without moving closer, stroking the outside without getting to the point, "That was your goal?"
"Maybe?" I answer, even as I try to hide the fact that I'm moving my hips a little in the hope of correcting the angle just-so because teasing is torture and I don't like it.
"So, you wanted to have a problem, hmm?" She asks, still keeping at her slow teasing, never spreading my lips fully open.
"Of the sexual kind, with you, yes." I not-quite whine, not even trying to hide the motion of my hips anymore as the heat in my lower belly is becoming needy and smoldering, "Now, please, fuck me, because you're driving me crazy with-"
That's as far as I can go before she somehow manages to spread my lips and guide two of her fingers home in one fell swoop, making me choke on my words.
She's not deep, probably not further than a full digit, but I feel her moving and probing and it is wonderful.
Her smile turns delighted, seconds before she presses my face back against hers, our lips meeting-
-and she starts to truly go at it with her Magic Touch, making me let out a needy, breathy moan in her mouth.
For a long while, her touch is exploratory, testing each inch of my walls, letting me feel everything as she moves slowly, probes everywhere, my clit -very obviously not in her range of motion due to our position- left alone, leaving me acutely aware of everything happening to my entrance and its first two inches.
She keeps playing me like a fiddle as we keep making out, and I become more and more boneless as her ministration goes on, her hand having left the back of my head at some point-
-until it finds itself under my ass, lifting my hips a little, to my dazed confusion-
-before, with her fingers clutching deep into my left buttock, she forces me upward a notch further, making me yelp in surprise-
-a surprise that immediately turns into a very whorish moan in her mouth as the new posture gives her a better access, my shorts and panties now riding very low on my hips, and her two fingers coming to poke at my very, very fun spot.
I'm still a bit toe-curled and my vision blurry when she starts moving her fingers once more, the heat in me having transformed in some kind of lava, the muffled shlicking sound of her fingers penetrating me in cadence the only sound in my ears as my moans get more frequent, vocal-
-until it comes like a lightning strike, and I feel myself clenching around the invading digits, my breath taken as her tongue plays with mine, white in my vision and sparks in my veins.
I'm sort of unresponsive for a bit, my brain half shut-down by orgasmic-bliss and half buzy bonking tHe VoIcEs away because now is definitely not the time, only coming back to my senses-
-to find myself leaning on my back on the couch, an impishly smiling brunette all over me, her fingers stroking my cheeks lightly, one of my legs over her shoulder.
She goes to open her mouth-
"Please, go down on me, don't stop." I whine-beg, acutely aware of the cold air on my exposed, and very drenched, privates, the heat in my lower belly still very much blazing and my cheeks burning.
She blinks, before chuckling a little.
"Why, such a needy little Kouhai." My girlfriend jests, smoothly raising my other leg over her second shoulder, "But alright.
"After all, I'm still quite hungry."
Needless to say, the TV was left on for an uncomfortably long length of time this night, considering how busy we were with 'other things'.
[AN: So, it'll probably be the last lewd for a little while, as, after Prima's birthday next chapter, time will start to flow a little faster.
Next big series of events will probably be summer break and the following coming back to school shenanigans, followed shortly after by her first Christmas eve in Japan, the first New year, Sakura's last Kendo tourney, and that should more or less conclude the first year.
Hope you enjoy, xoxo]