Tender Zephyr

It was 3 am. The sounds and sights of a bumping party flashed through her eyes. She felt a little tipsy as she put the key in the door. She opened the door and stopped abruptly on t he threshold; something didn’t feel right. She walked cautiously into the kitchen. She found a scribbled note on the counter: “Case in Sapporo. Be back in a week. Love you, Dad”. She was relieved, hoping Conan was okay because she was too slammed to go check on him. Ran enters her room and falls on the bed. “I don’t wanna get up. Now I know how Dad feels everyday.”

It was a warm summer night in Beika, with a light breeze from the west blowing in through Ran’s window. The moving air grazed her limbs leaving a soothing aura of comfort on her skin. She felt the need to get up and bathe in this comfortable feeling. She started by taking off her shirt, wading in the air to get the feel of it. Then she took off her skirt. She was clad only in her bra and panties, feeling a sense of pleasant liberation. She hurriedly closed and locked her door and laid herself on the bed. She took off her bra, revealing her small but perky twin breasts. Ran moved her hands across the middle of her boobs and started to pinch her nipples. Her throat began to shiver from the pleasure, producing a soft moan. But alas, her touch was only a placebo effect; she needed some relief for a physical loss in her self. Even through an amount of alcohol that would put a group of Irish soccer hooligans to shame her thoughts of lament always derived from one source: “Shinichi”. Ever since he left her at the amusement park that fateful night Ran had never been the same. It was almost as if he didn’t exist anymore; his infrequent calls and seeming indifference to her emotions only decrease her completeness she had when Shinichi was in her life. Ran wanted his hands to touch her there, to feel her where she needed him, to kiss her where she felt alone, and to assure her when she had no hope. Ran increased her gusto as she let go of her inhibitions of her reality and let her dreamy desire take her.

She moved her hands around her nipples, erecting them after little stimulation. The cool breeze seemed to increase into a noticeable draft encasing Ran in the momentum. Her breasts felt satisfied for the time being. Ran reached to caress the rest of her upper body, meeting her hands from her chest down slowly past the abdomen. She circled around her belly button a few times, tickling her self a bit. Ran was reminded of Shinichi’s platonic playfulness when they had been good terms. She wanted that feeling again but hopefully it would not be limited to simply platonic. Ran had always thought her stomach was the most attractive part of her body aside from the obvious. Her abdomen had been toned just at the point between soft, ladylike curves and hard creases not unlike a professional female bodybuilder.

Ran moved on to her pubic region stopping before the fork in the road. Ran felt her face go hot as she absent-mindedly contemplated going further. She shook off her trance and pulled down her silk blue panties down off her legs and off her feet. Ran kept her legs in the air and spread them just a foot apart to get a better look at her pussy. It was a young, tender little thing: light pink lips folding almost perfectly in, her clitoris a slightly darker shade of pink, small and humble, just waiting to get stimulated. Both of her labia layers were symmetrical, almost congruently stacked on top of each other.

Ran placed two fingers on her lips and entered slowly into her vagina, getting a soft, elongated moan from her own throat. Her fingers started to move in and out slowly, thrusting between moans and incoherent sounds. Ran gradually increased her speed complying with her body’s requests to increase her pleasure. She tried very hard to keep her voice down because Conan was sleeping in the next room. Ran thought more of Conan than one would think of an average eight year old. Well, Conan was nothing near average, and other than his current physique nothing near an eight year old. Conan was always there for her whether he realized it or not, he was her confidant and he was everything she would ever want in a male counterpart. Ran would consider advancing her attraction to Conan if it were not for his age. Shinichi was still her first true love but if unthinkable scenario that Shinichi would not return Ran’s love for her would actually be…she couldn’t bear to imagine that.

Her body had a hard time even resisting the thought of rejection. The reaction made Ran thrust faster, moaning a little louder, making her voice reach conversation volume. Ran drowned her fear and inhibitions; calling out Shinichi’s name in a half-bellow, half-whisper. She surrendered her consciousness and channeled the rest of her energy to her hands. Her fingers were thrusting at a rapid rate, starting to get closer to her climax. Recounting the memories she had experienced for the past half an hour she wanted this to be a special fingering session, partly because of the mere thought of Shinichi boning her, partly because she was intoxicated, and partly because this was the only way to confront her negative emotions. Ran had no intention of rushing her cum, but her body had no intention of exerting all night. At this point, Ran was at her home stretch. Her legs were in a spread eagle position, knees bent, her spine flat, and her countenance scrunched up between pain, anger, sadness, happiness, joy, lament, and immense pleasure. Ran felt she was going to lose it any second; her fingers giving it their ultimate effort. She open her mouth and let out the last, ongoing moan of the night as she cummed all of over her fingers and making a small, yet noticeable wet spot on the bed.

Her orgasm didn’t subside until a few moments later; her breathing was only starting to slow and heart rate started to decelerate. The profuse sweat coated and cooled her overheated face; her body following suit. After the flood, her knees extended and dropped to the bed and Ran was near the point of complete exhaustion. Her afterglow increased the sensitivity of the draft coming from Ran’s window assisting the decrease of her body temperature. She kept her hands tucked in her crotch and her thighs locked leaning on her side. Ran closed her eyes and grinned at the touch of her wet pussy, which was still oozing various liquids from opening.

Ran was spent enough not to get up and at least change into her nightgown. Besides, she felt comfortable with her own body to bask in the breeze. Ran decided she would sleep in the nude and started to put a white sheet over her voluptuous, naked body. A striking thought then crossed her mind. ‘Oh my God, I hope I didn’t wake Conan up’. She left her worries ‘til tomorrow and proceeded to fall asleep. Little did she know there were two eyes looking from a slightly open door…