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Swimming Time	By : J_Wet Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 10854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Swimming Time
- 1
Ranma knelt at the side of the pool, frowning as he looked out into it. Buying it had certainly been a good idea– he didn't have any doubt there. They'd got a deal on it used, on the condition that they did the moving. It had provided plenty of fun since the warm temperatures moved in, but it came with one downside: maintenance. For the most part, it wasn't a big deal, but Ranma found himself with a quandary: he'd left a raft in the pool overnight, and it had managed to drift into the very center of the pool. This left him with a problem: 1) The directions for the raft said not to leave it in the sun, because it would make the plastic break down. 2) Kasumi was doing the wash inside, and all of their bathing suits were in it. 3) Try as he might, he couldn't manage to snag it with the pool skimmer. All of that combined meant that the raft was going to sit and bake, unused, for the hottest hours of the day. Not good.

He stood and walked partway around for a better look. It was right in the middle; there was nowhere that he could go to get a better angle. At least they'd taken the time to build a deck all the way around it; he couldn't imagine how hard it would have been to stand at ground level and stretch.

An idea hit him. He wanted to stay dry, since he didn't have anything to swim in. But, he didn't have to stay male. He had on his typical red silk shirt, an undershirt, pants, and boxers underneath; if he took his pants off, he could stand on a ladder rung and gain a foot or so of reach. He'd lose a little changing into his female form, but being on the ladder would still gain him an advantage.

Sitting, he quickly stripped off his pants, tossing them aside. He walked over to the ladder, climbing down two steps. He felt himself change, and looked down to watch the breasts grow. In just a moment, she became the busty redheaded girl.

She'd failed in one respect: she didn't think of the height difference between forms. The water was mid-thigh when she was still male; now, the water was at crotch-level, wetting an inch of her shorts. She moved her hips side-to-side, loving the feel of the water moving through the fabric. She wanted to get wetter, but knew she needed to stay dry to avoid questions.

Reaching behind her, she carefully grabbed the skimmer, sliding it out over the water and landing it on the corner of the raft. She tried to pull, but it slipped off like it had earlier. Putting it back on the raft, she made a motion to push it so that it would drift to the far side. She gave it a shove, but it didn't want to go. Pushing down harder with the skimmer, she gave it another shove. With a sudden jerk, it moved, but with the downward pressure she was putting on the skimmer, its movement caused her to topple forward with nothing to catch herself on. With a splash, she tumbled face-first into the water.

She stood, sputtering. With a growl, she walked halfway up the ladder and tossed the skimmer back onto the deck. Then, she paused as she felt her wet clothes drag over her skin. Looking down, she admired her clingy shorts and even clingier shirt, which wonderfully showed off her breasts. She'd never admit it to anyone, but, as a straight male at heart, she was incredibly attracted to her own girl side. She'd spend hours at night feeling her feminine curves and getting herself off. It was even better that, up to the point that she fell in that spring and got her girl side, she'd always been turned on by wet clothes. Now, if she were male and got wet, the boy-at-heart got a sexy girl's body, with full set of girl parts, in wet clothes. As much as she complained about some parts of the curse, she knew that she'd miss it when there was water around, and she had never felt more relieved than when she left Jusendo still cursed.

Turning around, she hopped back into the water, relishing the feeling of it enveloping her. She walked over to the raft, thinking that she'd go ahead and lounge, now that she was wet. If anyone asked why she was in the pool, she could just tell the truth: that she fell in, and decided to swim, since she was already soaked. She moved her hands through the water, as her loose shorts and shirt drifted around her. She ran her hands along the shorts, shuddering at the way they felt.

The sound of a laugh made her jump out of her skin. She spun around to see a smug Akane standing on the pool deck. “Graceful, Ranma,” she said with a chuckle. “I saw the whole thing from upstairs. I thought you had balance.”

Ranma stuck her tongue out at her. “Yeah, well, I was tryin' ta get the raft out,” she replied, “so gimme a hand with this thing.” She pushed it toward the side, while Akane bent down to grab a corner. An idea shot through Ranma's mind like lightning: she liked girls in wet clothes. Here was Akane, fully clothed, leaning over the edge of the water. She eyeballed the girl. She'd been jogging and hadn't changed, and was wearing her normal jogging outfit: tennis shoes, red nylon shorts, and an orange tank top. The outfit was so sexy that Ranma broke a sweat when she saw Akane in them dry. She had always prayed that she would get to see Akane wet in them, and now, her target was just a few inches from the water. Her heart skipped a beat.

As Akane tugged on the raft, Ranma grabbed her by the wrist. Akane instantly realized what Ranma was doing, but she was powerless given the way she was bent over. With a tug, Ranma yanked her out and over the water, and she tumbled in headfirst. After a moment, she surfaced, sputtering. She gave Ranma a smack. “What the hell is the matter with you?” she yelled, fuming. Ranma simply grinned. She wanted it to look like her motive was to prank, not to see Akane wet in one of the sexiest outfits she owned.

Akane glared at her for a moment, before turning and wading over to the ladder. She climbed up a couple of steps, far enough that everything above the knees broke the surface. Her shirt stayed opaque but was beautifully dark and shiny, and Ranma could clearly see the outline of her bra and its straps. Her shorts were not only clingy, but completely transparent. Water ran off of them, running down her thighs; wrinkles traced the wet nylon, the only places where her skin wasn't visible. The clinging fabric gave Ranma an amazing view of the girl's panties; she could clearly see the white fabric surrounded by hems. She almost fainted.

As Akane went to climb out all the way, Ranma grabbed her hand. “Wait,” she said. “I was thinkin' about stayin' and swimmin' since I fell in already. Why don't you stay in and swim with me?” Akane blushed deeply, both from the physical contact and from Ranma's asking to spend time together. She loved Ranma deeply, but sometimes, she wasn't sure how Ranma thought about her. If her fiancé wanted to spend time with her, it couldn't have been a bad thing.

With a smile, she turned and hopped off of the ladder, the water splashing back around her. “I guess that makes sense,” she said. Then, she grinned broadly. “But I'm taking the raft!” Darting to it, she hopped, throwing herself on it. Again seeing Akane's wet shorts and panties, Ranma momentarily lost focus. After a second, though, she realized Akane's playful tone, and grabbed her by the arms, pulling her off. Akane spun around, and their eyes met. Each one's heart leaped into their throat.

They were startled by the sound of a camera shutter. They turned to see Nabiki with her camera. “Hey, lovebirds,” she drawled. “Is this what you do when the bathing suits are in the wash?” Ranma's eyes widened. Nabiki was wearing her white denim shorts and green top that she often wore, and Ranma immediately realized the potential. Akane wasn't thinking along those lines, but, in keeping with her cheeky mood, had come to the same end result. She feigned irritation. “Ranma pulled me in, the jerk,” she said in a growl. Ranma looked at her, surprised at her change in moods, only to see a sparkle in her eye. She bit her lip to avoid smiling.

Akane reached toward her. “Give me a hand getting out?” she asked. Nabiki smirked. “500 yen,” she replied. She looked to Ranma, and held up a thermos, setting it on the deck. “And only 2,000 yen to change back into a guy,” she continued. Akane shrugged. “All right,” she said, “but my money's in the house, so get me out first.”

Nabiki nodded, setting the camera down and walking to the edge. She sat, her feet at the edge and her knees up, and grabbed Akane's hand with both of her own. As soon as she did, Ranma sprang forward and grabbed her arm. Nabiki let out a surprised shriek as the two of them pulled hard, dragging her forward. She slid in feet-first and went under with a splash, jumping up and wiping her hair from her face. She looked at the other two, initially irritated, but then shrugged nonchalantly. “You two are just lucky I was already planning to go swimming,” she said.

She took a step and hopped forward, doing a handstand on the bottom. As she stuck her lower half in the air, Ranma gawked wide-eyed at her wet shorts. The white denim was completely see-through, and she could easily see that Nabiki was wearing pink panties. The girl righted herself, and then gave Ranma a sideways glance. “So,” she said. “This all started with you, huh?” Ranma shrugged, and Nabiki grinned. “Let's dunk him, Akane,” she said, earning an emphatic nod from her sister. They grabbed Ranma by her shoulders. She pretended to struggle, though she didn't have the slightest problem with going under. They pushed her down, and she dropped to the bottom, her field of vision shooting past their breasts to put her at eye-level with their hips. Two sexy women, nice hips, nice legs, see-through shorts that she could see their panties through… she knew the image she was seeing would be burned into her brain until the day she died. Keeping with their goofiness, though, she reached up and grabbed an arm in each hand, pulling them under as she stood. The two of them broke the surface, laughing.

They were interrupted by the sound of a bell. Ranma groaned. “Not her again,” she said, as a familiar Chinese girl rode up to the deck steps on her bicycle. “Nihao, Ranma!” she called out, before her smile dropped. She hopped off of the bike, climbing up the steps and staring. “Why all of you swimming in your clothes?” Nabiki smiled at her. “Bathing suits are in the wash,” she replied.

Shampoo thought for a moment. She held up a finger. “Shampoo be right back!” she said, racing into the house. Ranma watched her go, her ass bouncing under her tiny cheongsam. Her mind started to race as she realized what she thought Shampoo was probably doing: waterproof soap. She prayed that Shampoo was planning on getting in the pool, too.

A moment later, Shampoo raced out of the house, running back toward them. She bounded up the steps; as she landed on the deck, she leaped, curling into a cannonball and landing in the pool. She surfaced, pushing the hair out of her eyes. “Shampoo use waterproof soap so she can swim,” she said. She walked back to the ladder, climbing out and walking along the deck. Ranma watched her go, the silk of her dress slipping along her curves as she moved. Water dripped from the hem, running down her thighs, and her hair stuck to her face. “Airen like how Shampoo look all wet?” she asked, spinning a full 360. Both sisters looked at Ranma. While Shampoo certainly did look amazing, it wasn't enough to compete with her earlier views of the Tendo sisters. Ranma shrugged, looking away and feigning disinterest. Akane beamed, while Shampoo looked irritated, stepping and hopping back into the water.

Nabiki grinned. “Hey, we have four people now!” she said. “We can chickenfight! Come on, you guys!” Shampoo made a lunge for Ranma, but she sidestepped the girl, ducking under the water and swimming between Akane's legs. Akane screeched in surprise as Ranma surfaced, her head under Akane's crotch, lifting the girl to sit on her shoulders. Akane wobbled, and without thinking about it, Ranma grabbed the girl's thighs to hold her in place. They both blushed at the contact, but neither of them moved.

Nabiki turned to Shampoo, but the girl was nowhere to be found. A moment later, she was swept up as Shampoo came up under her. Nabiki sat contentedly as Shampoo grabbed hold of her thighs to steady her. She stuck her hands forward, Akane grabbed hold, and they started pushing. After just a few seconds, Akane started to lose her balance, flailing wildly as she started to tip off of Ranma's shoulders. Ranma held her tighter, but instead of steadying both of them, it caused them to lean backwards. They dropped into the water with a splash.

Ranma surfaced, and Akane appeared a second later. Nabiki clapped in celebration. “See that, Shampoo?” she said. “A team can be only half martial artist and still win in the pool!” Shampoo giggled, then nodded. It wasn't a normal nod, though. It seemed like Shampoo was trying to rub against the very sensitive are that was resting on the back of her neck. Shampoo glanced up at her, and a sly grin crossed her face. She did it again, brushing her fingertips against Nabiki's thighs and sending chills up her spine. Nabiki looked at Ranma and Akane; they were arguing, albeit good-naturedly, over whose fault it had been that they'd lost. She rolled her eyes. Seeing them distracted, though, gave her an opening. She reached a foot up, brushing it against Shampoo's breast in what she hoped was a sensual move. Shampoo closed her eyes as the touch sent a tingle through her, and again gently brushed Nabiki's thighs with her fingertips to return the affection.

Exasperated at Akane's complaining, Ranma ducked under the water and came up under Akane like the first time. “Two outta three!” she said, while Akane raised her arms up. Shampoo and Nabiki shared a look, and Nabiki squared off with Akane, only to send her back into the water a second time. As Ranma surfaced, she put her hands on Akane's shoulders. “Okay,” she said, “switch and let's see if we can beat ya' that way. Akane's too clumsy to be the one on top!” Akane gave her a dirty look while Shampoo ducked and leaned back to drop Nabiki in the water. As Ranma struggled to climb on Akane, because Akane struggled with how to let Ranma on, Nabiki swam between Shampoo's legs and lifted her up, holding her by the thighs. She pushed her head back to give Shampoo a gentle rub, while she fondled the girl's thighs as Shampoo had done to hers. Shampoo ran her fingers through Nabiki's hair lovingly to return the feeling, but this made Nabiki want to take things a step further. Peeking at Ranma and Akane, who were still preoccupied, she turned her head and planted her lips on the inside of Shampoo's thigh, sucking gently. Shampoo let out a quiet moan, thankfully drowned out by the splashing Ranma and Akane were doing, and grabbed Nabiki's hands with her own.

Finally, Ranma managed to get on Akane's shoulders, and Akane reached up to hold her thighs. Ranma laid her hands on Akane's, making the girl blush fiercely. Shampoo raised her hands; normally, she'd use the opportunity to try to glomp onto Ranma, but at that moment, she saw the whole thing as a way to bond with the girl she was sitting on. Ranma grabbed her hands, and the shoving began. After a few seconds, Nabiki and Shampoo were three-for-three, sending Ranma splashing into the water. She surfaced. “All right, all right,” she said. “I guess you guys have an advantage in water or something.” Nabiki set Shampoo down in the water. As Shampoo got her footing, Nabiki made a point to run her fingers along the girl's ass. With a grin, Shampoo grabbed the waist of her dress and hiked it up, causing Nabiki's fingers to land on panties. She laid her hand down for a solid feel, while Shampoo pinched her ass in return, giving her a wink.

“Hey guys. Watcha all doing?”

The four of them turned to see a confused Ukyo looking at them from the pool deck. “I stopped by with the grill to see if you wanted lunch,” she said. “Why are you all in the pool in your clothes?”

Ranma looked sheepish. “Well, I fell in,” she explained, “then I yanked Akane in, then we pulled Nabiki in, and Shampoo just jumped in.”

Nabiki grinned. “Why don't you jump in, too?”

Ukyo looked down at herself. She was wearing her okonomiyaki chef's uniform of black tights and blue top, and, in keeping with her plan of looking more girly to attract Ranma, a bra underneath instead of tape. She shrugged. “I guess I can swim in this,” she said simply, pulling her spatula from her back. She tossed it down and quickly shed her other weapons. She stepped out of her shoes and untied the ribbon from her hair, tossing it aside. “How should I get in?” she asked. The others shrugged. Ukyo pondered for a minute, before stepping back. She did a flip, jumping forward, putting her hands on the deck, and launching herself over the water.

She splashed in, jumping up and laughing. She straightened out her top, moving her legs in the water. She'd never swam fully clothed before; her tights slid around on her skin and her top clung to her breasts, showing the outline of her bra underneath. She ran her hands along her hips, getting a better feel for her leggings— she really liked how they felt on her skin!

“We were playing chickenfight when you got here,” Nabiki told her. “Wanna play? Somebody's going to have to sit out each game, though.”

Akane waved a hand dismissively. “You guys go ahead; I'll wait.”

Ranma blinked. “Uh… you want me putting one of them up on my shoulders?”

An evil grin crossed Nabiki's face. “Gee, Ranma, why would it matter if you let somebody besides Akane on you?”

Ranma and Akane blushed furiously, before Akane turned away. “What should I care who he's having fun with, hm?”

Ranma rubbed her eyes. She knew there was a reason Akane had volunteered like that. Fortunately, she had a plan. “All right. Nabiki, since you're the one who's not a fiancée, come here.”

Nabiki thought fast; she absolutely did not want to be separated from Shampoo after what had been going on earlier! “Uh… no, wait. I was winning with Shampoo; I don't want to break up the team. You take Ukyo.”

Akane stuck her nose up. “Yeah, Ranma,” she said. “You take Ukyo.” She walked over to the ladder and started to climb up, stopping when she stepped onto the pool deck. While Ukyo waited impatiently to be picked up, Ranma became mesmerized by the view of Akane's ass in her wet shorts. She was very glad that Akane wasn't turning around, so that she didn't get caught looking, but the others in the pool had already noticed her one-person staring contest. “Hey, Ranma,” Ukyo said, intentionally loudly. “Put your eyes back in their sockets, will ya!”

Akane spun around, catching Ranma's eyes at hip-level. Ranma had become so engrossed in the view, now of Akane's hips where the front of her panties showed through, that she didn't even realize Akane had turned to look. Akane, meanwhile, was incredibly flattered by the sudden attention– while Ranma may have called her uncute when they fought, there was no doubt what the girl thought of her body. She wasn't staring at the others in the pool; it was just her.

With more confidence than she'd shown in a very long time, she walked to the edge of the pool, knelt in front of Ranma, and hopped back in. Only then did Ranma snap back to reality. Akane stood in front of her, smiling seductively. “On second thought,” she said quietly. “How about I team with Ukyo and you watch this one?” She gave Ranma a gentle pat on the arm, making Ranma blush. She went to a very disgruntled Ukyo, while Ranma hurried to the side and pulled herself up and out. She sat on the side, relishing the squelch of her wet clothes as she sat. Akane motioned for Ukyo to duck, and she climbed onto the girl's shoulders. As her wet body broke the surface of the water, she turned to smile at Ranma, who was already staring at her in a daze.

Shampoo picked Nabiki up, and the pairs squared off as they went at it again. Unlike their earlier contests, it didn't end quickly. For a few minutes, the two teams struggled against each other. Though those in the water didn't pay enough attention to notice, Ranma started scooting sideways for a better look, until she ended up directly behind Akane. Staring at Akane's panties through her see-through shorts, she started absent-mindedly rubbing her nipples.

Finally, with a shove, Akane managed to topple Nabiki back far enough that she lost her balance, and landed in the water with a splash. Akane cheered in victory, turning to look at Ranma. She was initially confused to not see the girl where she'd climbed out, but by following the wet trail along the pool deck, saw Ranma sitting directly behind her. She blushed, but was also emboldened, running a couple of fingers along her shorts. Ranma didn't mean to react, but her involuntary smile told Akane that she'd finally hooked her man. Ukyo turned to look, rolling her eyes at Ranma's dazed expression. “Well, me and Akane beat those two,” she said, “so I guess we know which cylinder wasn't firing.” Akane giggled.

Nabiki and Shampoo found their footing, standing after their unexpected dunking. Nabiki reached under the water to give Shampoo's hip an affectionate rub, but Shampoo was already watching Akane and Ukyo bantering with Ranma. Knowing she had an opening, she grabbed Nabiki's head, crushing her lips to the girls and slipping her tongue in. Nabiki was taken by surprise, but recovered quickly enough to return the kiss, grabbing Shampoo by the hips. They separated after a split second, giving each other flirty touches where the water hid their hands.

Ranma slid into the water, ducking down to wet herself to the neck. She stood and approached Akane and Ukyo. “Nice goin',” she said, as Akane beamed. Checking her out and complimenting her… this was a little more like it! Ukyo, noticing the electricity flying between the pair, loosened her grip on Akane's thighs. She ducked while Akane hopped down.

They heard footsteps, and the five in the pool turned to look as Kasumi ascended the steps to the pool. “Here you all are!” she said. “I got a little confused when I couldn't find anyone and knew the bathing suits were in the wash.”

Nabiki pointed at Ranma. “The highly balance-inept martial artist started an impromptu pool party.”

“I fell,” Ranma explained, “then pulled Akane in as a joke, then we pulled Nabiki in because she showed up. Shampoo and Ukyo came along and we convinced them to jump in, too.”

Kasumi thought about chiding Ranma for pulling Akane in, but realized that Ranma was finally doing something remotely flirty. She just nodded. “I see. Having fun, then?”

Akane nodded. “Uh huh.” She grinned. “You should jump in too, oneesan.”

Kasumi smiled. “Sure, I can do that. The bathing suits ought to be done by now, let me just go change…”

“Uh uh,” Akane replied. “I mean in what you're wearing. The rest of us are fully clothed, after all.”

Ranma gawked at his future sister-in-law. She was wearing the same type of clothes she usually wore; today, it was a white top with a pink collar that came to a bow in the front, and a light-purple colored skirt that reached mid-calf. Seeing all three Tendo sisters in the pool clothed would be a dream of a lifetime, especially with Shampoo and Ukyo alongside. Kasumi looked down at herself. “I've never swam in anything like this before,” she said. “What should I do?”

“Just take your shoes off and anything else that's not important,” Ukyo said. “Like jewelry.”

“Hey!” Akane said, feigning indignation. “Nobody let me take my shoes off first!”

“Hm,” Kasumi said, thinking. She stepped out of her shoes, and Ranma's heart momentarily stopped. She watched as her wish started to come true, as Kasumi removed the ribbon from her hair and tossed it down. She looked herself over. “This is attached,” she said, tugging at the bow on the front of her blouse. “I guess that's everything.” She stepped to the edge. “I'd better hold my skirt down,” she continued, putting her hands on the sides of her thighs. She took a breath, stepped, and jumped.

She let go of her skirt as she hit the water and wound up enveloped in it. She stood, laughing, as her skirt remained floating around her. She pushed it down. “I wish I was wearing pants when I did that,” she said. She looked down and slapped her arms over her blouse. “I didn't even think you might be able to see through my shirt!” she said, shocked. Nabiki approached her and pulled her arm back a bit, peeking under. She yanked Kasumi's arms down. “Your bra's covering everything,” she said. “You're not showing any more than your bikini would. Me and Akane are wearing shorts that turned see-through, see?” She walked to the edge and pulled herself up enough for her ass to come above water, while Ranma almost fell over from the sight. Nabiki dropped back into the water, and Kasumi shrugged. “I guess,” she said.

“We were playing chickenfight,” Nabiki said, “but it won't really work anymore. You couldn't sit on anyone's shoulders in that skirt. What should we do instead?”

Kasumi looked outside the pool. “Where's the volleyball?”

Akane jumped. “I'll get it!” she said forcefully, rushing to the ladder. Nabiki nudged Kasumi and pointed at Ranma. Akane got to the ladder quickly, but then climbed slowly, taking her time to expose everything. Ranma reached a hand down and up the leg of her shorts, thrusting her fingers inside and touching herself where the others couldn't see, though the staring was still obvious to everyone. Akane strolled across the pool deck, very obviously strutting. Kasumi smiled at Ranma's expression. “He's not hiding his attraction very well, is he?” she whispered.

“Nah,” Nabiki replied. “He's got it bad.” The sisters giggled, while Ukyo frowned.

Akane picked the volleyball up, turned, and walked to the edge. “Here, Ranma,” she said, tossing the ball to the girl. She missed catching it by a mile, but it did startle her enough that she retracted her hand from where she'd had it. Now sexually energized, she felt very bold about showing her attraction. She rushed to the edge. “Want a hand?” she asked, reaching up for Akane. Akane smiled broadly, kneeling and taking Ranma's hand as she hopped back in. They kept their hands together as the walked back to the middle.

The six of them formed teams, with Kasumi joining Ranma and Akane and Ukyo joining Nabiki and Shampoo. There wasn't a net, but they did alright without one. The game proved wonderful for Ranma's eyes; as the girls jumped for a shot, she always got a beautiful view of the hips of the opposing team, or the asses of Kasumi and Akane. Kasumi's skirt clung to her and gave a surprisingly nice view every time she jumped up; the view of Akane was as nice as ever. She loved the view of Nabiki's hips, where she could still see her pink panties showing through. Shampoo's dress clung tightly to her front; the wet silk nicely outlined her hips and thighs. Ukyo's tights turned as shiny as a mirror from the water. All of it made for the best experience Ranma had ever been a part of.

Akane hit the ball, but put a little too much force in it, and the other team stood back and watched as it hit the edge of the deck and bounced, landing back in the water. “That's out!” Nabiki said excitedly. “That's game!” She celebrated by jumping and doing a headstand; the view of her wet shorts was enough to dispel any sadness that Ranma felt over losing. As Nabiki splashed back down and stood up, Shampoo clapped. “Ooh!” she exclaimed. “Shampoo can do that!” She jumped and did her own handstand, causing her dress to slip downward and exposing the black panties she wore underneath. Ranma got a good look, but Nabiki actually paid more attention, though she managed to hide her gawking.

Akane pouted. “I wish I could do that,” she said. “I don't have the balance or something.” Ranma grinned shyly. “Well,” she said, “you could try.” Akane blushed and smiled at the girl. Kasumi nodded. “I can,” she said, “though it doesn't really work when I'm wearing a dress.”

“Aw, do it anyway,” Nabiki said. “We're all girls here. Well, except Ranma.”

“I won't look.”

“Unless you wouldn't mind him looking,” Nabiki said slyly.

Kasumi blushed. “It might be a little weird for him to see me like that, seeing as he's engaged to my sister, but… if he's really curious…”

Akane shot Ranma a sideways glance, and the girl turned away. Kasumi took a breath. She jump and landed in a handstand, with her lower half out of the water. Her dress slipped down and landed on the surface. Ranma pretended to keep hiding, but managed to sneak a peek, and almost fainted at the sight. Kasumi's white panties had turned almost completely transparent in the water. Everyone watching could see what was underneath almost as clearly as if she weren't covered at all. Ranma, Ukyo, and Shampoo fought back nosebleeds. Kasumi pitched forward, splashed in, and stood, raising her arms triumphantly. She pointed to the side excitedly. “Okay,” she said, “I want to jump now!”

“Me too,” Akane said. “C'mon you guys. Let's all jump together.” Everyone moved to the same side of the pool. Kasumi climbed up the ladder, and Ranma again marveled at her wet skirt. For being long and loose, it clung surprisingly well to her curves, giving a beautiful view of her hips and ass. Ukyo followed her, and Ranma was again driven crazy, this time by Ukyo's shiny leggings. Shampoo and Nabiki reached up to the pool deck and pulled themselves up.

Akane attempted to do the same, but struggled, hanging over the edge. Ranma's view of her ass was amazing; her transparent shorts and visible panties underneath were almost directly in front of Ranma's face. Seeing Akane struggling, and realizing that she had a chance to feel those wonderful shorts, she waded behind here. “Here,” she said, “lemme help.” She put her hands on Akane's hips and gave her a gentle push, and Akane made it onto the deck. She turned around and sat, blushing, and took Ranma's hands. She tugged, and Ranma made her way onto the deck, landing so that she ended up straddling the girl. She moved off quickly, but the smiles they gave each other left no doubt that they enjoyed the contact.

As Ranma stood, she was dazzled by the wetness she was seeing: Nabiki, with her pink panties visible through her white shorts, and her clingy top with bra lines showing through. Shampoo's silk dress that hugged her curves, clinging along the insides of her thighs in the front and back and sending water down her legs. The lines of her bra and panties were visible through the thin fabric; in particular, the way that her dress traced the insides of her legs on both sides, up to her panty lines, left little to the imagination. Ukyo's silky blue top clung in a similar fashion, revealing the shape of the bra that she was wearing underneath, but it was her tights that were the most exquisite, shining from the water. With every step she took, her ass jiggled through them.

Kasumi's white top clung all over, showing the color of her skin everywhere it touched. Her white bra was clearly visible through it. Her skirt clung most of the way down, particularly to her hips and ass, and slid around her whenever she moved. She dripped the most water; droplets fell from the hem of her skirt as she stood. Akane, though… she was by far the most alluring. Her red nylon shorts stuck to her all over, showing off the white panties underneath. Water running from them traced her thighs. Her orange shirt clung to her, and the outline of her bra could be seen through it. It wasn't just the wet clothes, though; there was something about Akane's demeanor that seemed so easy-going. She stood there wet, smiling and laughing, as though swimming in her clothes was totally natural and incredibly fun. If there were a priest nearby, Ranma would have married her on the spot.

The six of them lined up and stepped to the edge. Feeling brave, Akane grabbed Ranma's hand, smiling at her. Nabiki counted to three, and they all leaped, making a splash that soaked the deck behind them. They all laughed at their handiwork, before rushing back to the side and climbing out for another jump.

They spent the next couple of hours in the pool. Everyone had a blast, especially Ranma. Being surrounded by five sexy women, all swimming fully clothed, was beyond anything she ever thought she'd experience in his entire life. Akane, of course, was the best, and she knew that things had hit a new level between them. She knew she had to make some kind of move before the end of the day.

Shampoo pulled herself up and sat at the side. “It getting late,” she said. “Shampoo should get back to Nekohanten soon.”

Ukyo nodded. “Yeah, I'd better get back, too. I don't know how much I trust Konatsu to keep things going without me.”

Kasumi walked to the ladder and started to climb up. “I'd better start on dinner, too. I guess the party had to end sometime.”

Nabiki walked into the middle of everyone. “Okay, but can I make a suggestion? This has been a whole lot of fun. Let's all do it again. Fully clothed pool party. How does that sound?”

Shampoo clapped. “Shampoo will be there for sure!”

Ukyo smiled. “Count me in!”

Akane smiled at Ranma. “Maybe next time you should put on some waterproof soap so you'll stay a guy,” she said. Nabiki raised her eyebrows. “Wanting to see Ranma's six pack through a wet shirt, huh, Akane?” she asked. Akane's reply was even more of a surprise than her statement: she smiled and shrugged, as if to say she wasn't denying it. Ranma's heart skipped a beat.

Shampoo hopped up onto the deck. “Okay, Shampoo go now!” she said cheerfully, jumping and darting over the wall. Kasumi reached the top of the ladder. “I'm going to head inside,” she said. Ukyo followed her. “I'm heading back, too,” she said. “Later!” Nabiki also climbed up onto the deck, heading down the steps and leaving Ranma and Akane alone.

Nabiki slipped out through the front gate. She looked around quickly, but the street looked empty. She slumped. After the touching that had gone on with Shampoo earlier, she was really hoping to get a bit more serious. She could always track her down later, but she would rather have her fun the same day, in the same clothes she'd had on the whole time they were playing. She walked a short way down the street, but still didn't see any sign of the girl. She sighed. “I shouldn't have let her go,” she muttered, feeling a bit depressed.

She heard a spraying noise, and, glancing around, noticed a lawn sprinkler sending a steady stream toward the edge of the road. She strolled over to it, walking in front and letting the water hit her in the hips. She relished the feel of the cold water soaking into her. At least she was still having a little fun, even without her playmate. She turned around, letting the water spray onto her ass and completely re-wet her shorts. She would definitely be paying the Nekohanten a visit very soon.

Suddenly, the water stopped, but she could still hear it spraying. She spun around to see Shampoo standing in the jet, the water soaking her from behind. She did a quick spin, then approached Nabiki. “Nabiki look for Shampoo?” she asked, a seductive smile crossing her face.

“Yeah, well… after some of the stuff that went on in the pool, I kinda felt like spending a little more quality time with you, y'know?”

Shampoo nodded, still smiling. “In Nyucheizu, Amazon womans congratulate wins by giving pleasure to other womans. Shampoo no think Nabiki understand, but when she seem to enjoy, Shampoo keep going.”

Nabiki blushed. “If you want to, I'd love to take some more time to celebrate…”

Shampoo put her arms around Nabiki's waist. “Amazon womans play together to show our strength over men,” she said. “Now, Shampoo make you feel like woman.” She put her lips to Nabiki's, which the girl eagerly accepted, as she pushed Nabiki against the nearest wall. Nabiki put her arms around Shampoo, slipping her tongue into the kiss as Shampoo left out a soft moan, grinding against her hips. Shampoo released her grip and slid her hands up to fondle Nabiki's breasts, giving them a gently rub and teasing her nipples while she kept their lips locked together, passionately teasing her tongue. Nabiki gave Shampoo's ass a hard squeeze as she let out a moan of her own, then slid her hands up to return the favor, running her fingertips along the sides of Shampoo's breasts.

Shampoo released Nabiki's lips and put her mouth to the girl's neck, sucking gently as Nabiki's rubbing slowly drove her wild. She snaked her hands back around Nabiki's waist and moved them down, rubbing the girl's hips and squeezing her ass, giving it a smack. Nabiki moaned louder. “Ooh, China doll,” she whispered breathlessly, as the throbbing between her legs reached a point that she could barely stand. She needed a release! Now!

“Mmm,” she moaned in Shampoo's ear. “Fuck me, China doll. I want you. I want you so bad…” She slid her hands around to give Shampoo's back a quick rub, before sliding them down to caress her hips. She was after more, though; a simple touch wouldn't come close to satisfying her. Sliding her hands past the bottom of Shampoo's dress, she slid it up until the hem cleared the top of her panties. Shampoo didn't protest. She was as horny as Nabiki was, her legs spread as her sex throbbed with need. She'd been waiting for Nabiki to make her move. She released Nabiki's neck and went back to her lips, exploring with her tongue as she gave the girl's ass another squeeze.

Nabiki slipped her fingers around Shampoo's panties, finding her slit and running her fingers along it. Shampoo instantly released their kiss and let out a moan, running her fingers through Nabiki's hair as she threw her head back, her face contorting with ecstasy. Grinning, Nabiki put her lips to the Amazon's neck and started a gentle sucking, as she slid her fingers inside and started softly rubbing Shampoo's sweet spot. Shampoo started bucking her hips to Nabiki's rhythm, whispering in Chinese and running her fingernails lightly along Nabiki's back. She needed more, though. It wasn't enough for Nabiki to be pleasuring her; she needed to return the favor. She needed to hear the girl's cries. Sliding her hands down, she gave Nabiki's ass a quick squeeze before sliding her hands around to the front and popping the button on her shorts.

With a moan, Nabiki released Shampoo's neck and crushed her lips hungrily to Shampoo's, desperate to feel Shampoo touch her where it counted most. She started rubbing Shampoo harder, pushing hard as she grabbed the girl's ass under her dress with her free hand. Shampoo put a hand between Nabiki's breasts, sliding it down her front and into her shorts. Nabiki gasped as she felt the girl's fingers slide over her opening; she spread her legs wider as every part of her screamed for Shampoo to be inside her. With a push, Shampoo easily slid her fingers into Nabiki, and the two started pushing in tandem, matching eachother's speed and grinding their hips with each thrust.

They released their kiss as each started to moan with desire, each girl starting a fire in the other that was quickly steamrolling toward an explosion of pleasure that both already knew would be better than anything they'd ever felt as long as they'd been alive. Nabiki felt the crescendo building inside her, stars coming into her vision as it felt like she would explode at any minute. She gave Shampoo's ass a hard slap and grabbed hold, squeezing as the sensation built up in her. Shampoo was also reaching her edge, goosebumps breaking out all over her body as Nabiki thrust hard into her. She quickened her pace, pushing harder into Nabiki while she ran the fingernails of her free hand along the girl's thigh. With a screech through clenched teeth, Nabiki reached her climax, arching her back and throwing her head back she came harder than she'd ever managed to do by herself. Shampoo felt the girl's juices explode on her hand as Nabiki bucked hard, pushing back against her hand. In a final flourish, Nabiki gave Shampoo's ass another hard slap with her free hand. That slap, plus the feel of Nabiki's juices and passionate cries, was enough to push Shampoo over the edge, and she came with her own rush, letting out a scream and smashing her lips to Nabiki's kissing her deeply as she rode the wave. As it slowed down, her kisses became less deep and more sensual, eventually becoming gently and loving as she held herself close.

Shampoo withdrew her hand and Nabiki did the same, buttoning her shorts. She pulled Shampoo into an embrace, kissing her and letter her tongue flick in. Shampoo kissed back, then broke the kiss. “Shampoo really have to go now,” she said softly. She smiled. “Nabiki plan to stay in own room tonight, right?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nabiki not sleeping somewhere else for any reason?”

Nabiki shook her head, confused. Shampoo kissed her quickly. “Shampoo come visit late at night,” she said. “No need to spend night alone. Is okay?” Nabiki gave Shampoo's ass one more squeeze before sliding her dress back down. “Sounds wonderful,” she replied.

Shampoo released her and skipped away, pausing once to turn and blow a kiss. Nabiki turned and headed back toward the house, walking on shaky legs.

Kasumi paused at the corner of the house, right outside the furoba. She was on her way inside, planning to head into the furoba to toss her wet clothes, but she didn't want to head inside just yet. She was enjoying the feel of her wet clothes too much; she desperately wanted to spend more time in them to get a better feel. Her skirt was having the biggest effect— the heavy, wet fabric lay on her hips and ass, and rubbed along her legs every time she took a step. She'd never felt wet clothes before; the sensation was far more alluring than she ever would have expected.

Glancing at the house, she caught sight of the hose that hung there. She grabbed it, unsure if the tap was on, and quickly realized that she had a cheeky way to test. She pointed the nozzle at her hips and squeezed the handle. Cold water streamed out, re-wetting her front. She enjoyed the cold water as it soaked her skirt and ran down her legs. Wanting to feel more, she slowly took the hose around the side, soaking her hip and ass before she switched it to her other hand, coming back around to soak the other hip. She paused for a second, then brought the hose up to her chest, as the water cascaded down her breasts. She looked down at her transparent blouse, examining her bra which easily showed through. The look was incredibly alluring. After experiencing all of it, she desperately wished she'd been exposed to wet clothes earlier in life.

Ukyo stood the corner of the dojo, watching as Kasumi felt her bra through her blouse. It was pretty obvious that she was enjoying the look and feel of all of it. Ukyo was having some of the same thoughts. She didn't feel anything special about the top she was wearing, but her tights… when she'd decided to jump in, she didn't have the slightest clue what wet tights would be like. As soon as she stood up, the feeling of her legs rubbing together sent her mind spinning. She always liked wearing tights, because she felt sexy as they hugged her form. When they were wet, though, they stayed tight as ever but became slippery, sliding along her skin. It was like having someone running their hands all over her every time she made the slightest move, especially along her slit, where the rubbing provided constant stimulation.

The constant rubbing had put her in the right mood, and while she wasn't getting a shot at Ranma, the display in front of her was just as good. She could see Kasumi's arousal, and it was infectious. The longer she watched the look of ecstasy and excitement on Kasumi's face, the more she wanted to be feeling the same thing. Finally, after several minutes, she couldn't hold back any more. She decided that it was worth possibly being rebuffed, and possibly making things awkward between them forever, for the chance to share an experience. She slid her hands along her hips and back to feel her tights against her ass, just to rev herself up one last time, and started walking.

As she approached, Kasumi sat on a thigh-high tree stump, oblivious of the other girl. She hiked her skirt up above her knees, sliding the hose underneath to send a gentle stream of water onto her panties. She sat back, her eyes closed, as she felt the cold water run along the insides of her thighs. Ukyo stepped close, not sure how to get her attention, finally deciding to step on a stick to make a sound. She did so, snapping it with a crack, which caused Kasumi to nearly jump out of her skin.

“Oh, Ukyo,” she said, blushing fiercely. “I was just, ah…”

“Rinsing the chlorine out, right?”

“Oh. Yes. That's it. Just rinsing off.”

Ukyo nodded. “Yeah, I figured.” She rubbed her hips. “Not a bad idea when you've been wearing clothes in the pool, huh?”

Kasumi nodded weakly, quickly becoming distracted by what Ukyo was doing. She saw the shine of Ukyo's tights. “Those must feel wonderful to her, against her skin,” she thought. “I wish I could feel them against my skin… I wish I could put my hands on them… I wish I could feel them sliding along Ukyo's skin…” A smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

Ukyo smiled. “Want a hand? I can get what you might not be able to reach.”

Kasumi jumped to her feet. “Sure!” she said with a little too much excitement. Ukyo took the hose and started spraying her, using a light spray. She started on Kasumi's chest, the water hitting her blouse and sending the wrinkles and air bubbles moving. Kasumi spun to face away from her. Ukyo kept the hose high for a moment, spraying her back, before she moved it down. Kasumi let out a breath as the spray from the hose landed on her ass, the water soaking through and running down the backs of her thighs. Ukyo, loving what she was doing by then, made a point to linger where she was, slowly moving the hose back and forth, up and down, keeping her curves soaked. Kasumi put her hands on her hips, rubbing the material as the water landed on her. Slowly, she turned, as Ukyo moved the water around to Kasumi's front, dousing her hips. Like before, she made a point to let the hose linger, and Kasumi noticed. There she was, more turned-on than she'd been in years, and this girl was obviously concentrating on hips and ass. It made her want to return the favor.

Ukyo wasn't done, however. Her heart pounding as she imagined what she hoped to see, she motioned to Kasumi. “Lift your skirt,” she said, “and I'll get your panties, too.” Kasumi blushed, but complied, lifting her skirt over her waist. Ukyo turned the hose on Kasumi's exposed panties, practically drooling at the sight of the water hitting her already-transparent panties and land on the bare skin around them. She made a turning motion with her hand, and Kasumi turned, dropping the front of her skirt and lifting the back. Ukyo eagerly turned the hose on Kasumi's ass, her panties matching her skin except one thing white line running up the very center. Ukyo smiled broadly at the sight. After a minute of soaking, she turned the hose off. “That ought to do it,” she said, reaching forward to give Kasumi's wet panties a quick rub and then a pat. Kasumi fought the urge to moan at the contact.

Kasumi took the hose. “Okay, now I'll get you,” she said. Ukyo nodded, and Kasumi turned the hose on her. Just as Ukyo had done, she started the hose on Ukyo's breasts but quickly moved down, delighting in sending water cascading onto Ukyo's hips and thighs. The tights shone under the water, as Ukyo girated her hips ever so slightly, enjoying the slippery tights. Grinning, she turned away, as Kasumi turned the hose onto her ass, the water cascading down her curves. Kasumi leaned forward to rub Ukyo's ass with her free hand. “Should be getting everything out,” she said, as Ukyo smiled at her over her shoulder.

Kasumi stepped back and sat on the stump, lazily spraying Ukyo's tights. Ukyo turned again, letting the water soak her hips. She walked up to Kasumi, who kept the water going, both of them smiling like they knew exactly where things were headed. As she reached Kasumi, she grabbed the girl's skirt and slid it up to her hips, staring down at the transparent panties underneath. She put her hands on Kasumi's knees, sliding them up her thighs as she leaned in, the hose just a few inches away and aimed directly onto her sex. She leaned close, and Kasumi closed the gap, their lips coming together in a light kiss. Kasumi dropped the hose, sliding her hands behind Ukyo and grabbing her ass with both hands. She groaned audibly as she felt the tights sliding along Ukyo's skin, and Ukyo deepened the kiss, teasing Kasumi's tongue with her own.

Kasumi rose, and Ukyo snaked her hands around to grab Kasumi's ass under her skirt, relishing the way her wet panties felt. Kasumi gave Ukyo's ass a light pat as she leaned in, continuing their kiss. The broke the kiss after a moment, as Ukyo leaned in, planting her lips on the girl's neck and giving her a gentle suck. Kasumi let out a shriek of passion, and it was enough to make her think. She lightly pushed Ukyo back. “Why don't we take this inside?” she whispered. “The furoba's right inside.” Ukyo gave an enthusiastic nod, and Kasumi took her hand, leading her inside.

She led Ukyo through the outer bath and into the inner bath, releasing her to close the door. As she did, Ukyo raced to the shower and turned it on, getting the water warm. Kasumi came up behind her, putting her hands onto Ukyo's hips and sliding them around, caressing her hips and ass. Ukyo spun around, yanking Kasumi close and drawing her into a passionate kiss as Kasumi pushed her against the wall, grinding her hips against the girl. Ukyo grabbed Kasumi's ass hard through her dress, before pulling it up and sliding her hands underneath to get a feel of her ass. Kasumi broke their kiss and put her lips to Ukyo's neck, having loved what it felt like when Ukyo had done it earlier. Ukyo moaned in pleasure, then put her lips close to Kasumi's ear. “I want you, Kasumi,” she groaned, giving the girl's ass a squeeze through her wet panties. She withdrew her hands, reached up, and untied the sash holding her top closed. Kasumi backed up, and Ukyo shrugged it off, sending it dropping to the floor. Kasumi grinned; she need to take off something of her own. She decided to lose the bulkiest thing; while it felt good on her body, she knew that it was time for clothes to start coming off. She reached back, unzipped the back of her skirt, and let it drop. She stepped out of it, her body now covered only in transparent material.

Ukyo pulled her close again, wrapping her arms around to grab Kasumi's ass, while Kasumi reciprocated, squeezing her body through her tights. Their lips crashed together; their tongues danced together. Ukyo slipped her hand around and between Kasumi's legs from behind, and she slid her fingers under the girl's panties, playing with her sex. Kasumi released Ukyo's ass and slid her hands up to unhook the girl's bra. Ukyo shrugged it off, and Kasumi put her lips to one of her breasts. Ukyo cried out as Kasumi gave it a gentle suck, and with another cry, Ukyo climaxed from the contact.

Kasumi pulled back, smiling at the girl. She was met with a look of pure adrenaline, as Ukyo yanked her close and gave her ass a hard smack. Ukyo slid her hands under Kasumi's blouse, and Kasumi raised her arms, allowing the girl to lift it off. They looked at each other for a moment, Kasumi in only a bra and panties, and Ukyo wearing only her tights. Ukyo stepped close and slowly slid her hands around to release Kasumi's bra. Kasumi let it drop, then put her hands on Ukyo's hips and tugged at her tights, sliding them down. Ukyo helped her slide them down, kicking them off when the reached the floor. By the time she got free, Kasumi had already slid her panties off, and Ukyo pulled her close, sliding her hands up and down to feel Kasumi's naked body.

Kasumi stepped back and took Ukyo's hands, leading her away from the shower. After a few steps, Kasumi knelt, pulling Ukyo to the floor with her. As soon as they were down, Kasumi put a hand on Ukyo's chest and gently pushed her down, until she was laying on her back. Ukyo straightened her legs, unsure of what Kasumi was doing, until Kasumi turned around and lifted a leg over her. Kasumi ended up positioned with her sex over Ukyo's face, her own mouth buried between Kasumi's thighs. Ukyo took the hint; she slid her hands over Kasumi's ass and lifted her head up, sliding her tongue along Kasumi's slit. Kasumi shuddered from the contact, before putting her lips down and giving Ukyo's sex a gentle kiss. She slid her tongue in, and the girls started moving to the same rhythm, their tongues teasing the other's sweet spot.

The feel of Kasumi's tongue in her sex and the feel of her own mouth on Kasumi quickly pushed Ukyo toward a second climax, and the thoughts in her head didn't do anything to slow them down. She replayed in her mind the image of Kasumi after she'd taken off her skirt, covered by only her shirt, bra, and panties, her bra the only thing providing any coverage at all. She remembered the water dripping off of Kasumi's shirt, and the view of the girl's sex through her panties. She let out a moan as the pressure started to build inside her. Kasumi pushed her tongue harder, her mind also racing as she remembered the feel of Ukyo's slippery tights against her own bare legs. She put her lips down and put another kiss on Ukyo's clit, gently sucking before slipping her tongue back in. It was too much for Ukyo to withstand, and with one final cry, she came hard, bucking against Kasumi's face and squeezing her ass with a vice grip. The juices flowing on her tongue and the hands on her ass pushed Kasumi over the edge a moment later, as she moaned with passion, pushing her body against Ukyo's as she climaxed, riding the wave with her face buried in Ukyo's thigh. Finally, is subsided, and she dragged herself off of the other girl, sitting back against the outside of the furo with a weary smile on her face.

Ukyo sat up. “Oh, Kasumi,” she murmured, “that was great! Nobody's ever made me feel that good in my entire life!” She looked at the girl and noticed her red knees. “Oh, your knees must be killing you!” she said, rushing to her. Kasumi waved her off. “It's worth it,” she said contentedly.

Ukyo swung a leg over Kasumi and straddled her, resting on her thighs. She put her arms around the other girl and they shared a soft kiss. “Was that as good for you as it was for me?” she whispered. Kasumi nodded in reply. Ukyo held her. “I would really love to do this again,” she said. “That was so amazing.”

Kasumi smiled shyly. “Well, I don't have any real friends. All of my time goes to my family. It would be pretty nice to have someone to share things with.”

Ukyo pulled back a bit. “You mean as a friend? Or…”

Kasumi pulled her close and kissed her. “If that's all you'd want, but… I'd really love to have you closer than just a friend.”

Ukyo hugged her. “Mmm… I like that idea.”

Ranma pulled herself out and sat on the deck, her feet still dangling in the water. Akane swam up to her and pulled herself out a few feet away, taking her time, which gave Ranma one in a series of amazing views. She plopped down as the water in her clothes ran all over the deck. She glanced at Ranma, who was staring and not even trying to hide it. She giggled and rose to her knees, giving Ranma the full view.

“Ranma?”

Ranma barely even heard. “Hm?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“What?”

“You seem to be staring at us girls a lot more than I've ever seen you before. Is it something with the water?”

Ranma blushed so brightly that her face matched her hair, earning another giggle from Akane. She nodded.

“So, what is it? Just being in the water?”

“Eh… not exactly.”

Akane smiled warmly. “Then what is it?”

Ranma looked down, incredibly nervous. She'd tried to plan out how she'd tell Akane eventually, but she never thought that she'd have to do it so soon. She took a breath. “It's the clothes. Wet clothes. I'm attracted to wet clothes.”

Akane thought for a minute, then ran her hands along her shorts. “What about wet clothes makes them sexy?”

“Well, ah, the look and the feel. They get shiny and clingy, and when I look at my own clothes and how they feel on my body, or I see a girl with her clothes wet… I like looking. Like, what you've got on now. Your shorts are all clingy and shiny, and the color ends up a little darker. And how they're see through; I can see your skin through them, and your panties. It just looks really nice. And the way the fabric gets wrinkles and air bubbles…” She closed her eyes and smiled. “And your shirt, too. It's all clingy and I can see your bra through it.”

“So… the clothes I'm wearing, they look nice in the water?”

Ranma was doing enough thinking that she did her usual— stopped thinking in regards to her mouth. She opened her eyes. “Well, yeah,” she replied. “They can even make a mule of a chick like you nice to look at.”

Akane scowled, but then looked closely at Ranma. The girl's eyes were glued on her hips. Akane dropped into a sitting position and pushed herself off the edge, back into the water. She fully immersed herself, surfaced, and climbed back out, returning to her kneeling position and watching Ranma stare. She shook her head. “Uh uh,” she said. “You insult me sometimes, but this time, I don't believe you. I saw you look at the other girls a little, but you've been staring at me way more. You like me the best. Admit it.”

Ranma blushed, but she didn't answer. Akane looked away. Then she had an idea— she could appeal to Ranma's macho side to make her admit her feelings. “What, not man enough?” she asked. “You're afraid to admit it?” There was no reply. She hummed. “All right,” she continued. “You might be a pansy, but I'm not. I'm not afraid to tell you what I think of you. I think you're incredibly sexy. When you're a guy, I mean. You're really cute and you're built nice. When you first showed up, after I got over being mad at you, I spent almost every night replaying what I saw when I walked in on you your first night here.”

She looked back to the redhead, whose eyes were side with shock. “Akane?” she asked. “Do you really mean that?” Akane nodded with a smirk. Ranma paused, and looked down, her eyes resting on the thermos that Nabiki had brought earlier. In a blur, she snatched it, yanked it open, and dumped its contents over her head. Fortunately, the water inside was still warm, and she felt the transition, as she turned back into a boy.

Now male, Ranma scooted to kneel directly in front of her. His eyes wandered along her body, her clothes still dripping. “Fine, I admit it,” he said. “You're beautiful. Really beautiful.”

Akane looked at him, confused. “Why did you always call me ugly before?”

“When I was mad at ya, it was the first thing that came to mind.”

Akane rolled her eyes, and Ranma looked down shyly. Akane looked down, too, and noticed that Ranma's wet boxers were clinging to a very noticeable erection. A slight smile crossed her face. “You're in a good mood, aren't you?” she asked.

Ranma smiled. “Uh, yeah,” he said. He looked up, into Akane's eyes, which were now filled with lust. She grabbed his head with both hands, leaned forward, and put her lips to his. The kissed softly for a moment, as both of their minds raced with where their relationship was going. At times, the tension between them had been so thick that you could cut it with a knife; the relief of finally kissing was enormous. Akane was already horny from the flirting that had gone on earlier, and their kiss only strengthened those feelings. She released his head and put her hands on his back, sliding them down to grab his ass and give it a squeeze. He let out a breath, and she pressed her body against his, loving the feeling of his member pushing on her sex. His hands slowly came around and landed on her back, sliding down to give her ass a gentle squeeze. He let out a soft groan as his fingers traced her panty lines, feeling the wet nylon sliding over her panties and bare skin. Releasing their kiss, he put his lips onto her neck and sucked gently, causing her to let out her own moan.

She raced through the buttons on his shirt, opening at and tugging on his undershirt. She pulled it up and slid her hands underneath, running them up his front and onto his chest. He shuddered from her touch. He shrugged his shirt off while she grabbed the hem of his undershirt and pulled it up and off, tossing it behind him. She rubbed the muscles in his chest and up across his shoulders. She kissed him on the chest, and he slid his hands up from her ass, just catching the bottom of her shirt. He paused, uncertain, but she smiled and tugged it up herself, sliding it off.

Ranma stared at her bra, white and lacy. He'd never seen her this exposed, except for their first accidental encounter. She smiled at him and reached back, unhooking it. With a shrug, it dropped onto the deck, and the two of them sat clad only in shorts. Ranma let out a breath as he took in the view of Akane's breasts. They were perfect. He almost slapped himself for all of the negative things he'd said about her looks in the past. Gingerly, he reached up and put his hands on them, giving them a gentle rub. The feeling stimulated her so strongly that she nearly came just from the feeling of his touch, especially as he brushed his fingers against her nipples. She threw her head back in ecstasy, while he marveled at how his touch was affecting her.

She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him down, on top of her. She slid her hands slowly down his back, smiling as he squirmed with pleasure from the feel of her fingernails tracing lines along his skin. She gave his ass another squeeze before sliding her hands under the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down. He kicked them off, then paused.

“Akane?”

She gave him a warm smile. “Hm?”

“You… you sure you're ready for this?”

She nodded. “I've wanted to be this close to you for a long time. I was just afraid to say so.”

“Same here.”

She gave him a gentle push and he rolled over, so that she was on top. He slid his hands down to her hips, feeling her wet shorts again as he slid his hands onto her ass. Akane put her lips by his ear. “Take them off,” she whispered. Nervously, he complied, sliding his hands inside and lowering both her shorts and panties with one tug. She kicked them away, and they were naked together for the very first time. She looked around; seeing on one, she rolled back and pulled him on top of her.

His member landed pressed against her opening, and both of them gasped at the feeling. She put her hands on his back and gave him a gentle kiss. “Ranma,” she said softly. “I want you. I'm ready.” He nodded, and, giving her one last kiss, gently pushed his hips forward. She gasped as she felt him enter her, moaning at the sensation until he'd buried himself to the hilt. He pulled back gently and pushed again, and they slowly started moving in rhythm. His cock was enough to fill her completely; her sex was tight enough that it sucked against his cock like a vacuum. They both started to moan softly in time to his thrusts; as he started to speed up, her cries got louder, and he followed suit as the feeling intensified. Her hands still on his back, she kissed him desperately, smashing her mouth to his as he continued stroking her sheath.

She was already feeling the pressure building inside her, and knew that it was only a few moments before he made her come. As good as it felt so far, she knew that her climax would come strong enough to send her to a place she'd never even imagined. Ranma felt the pressure building in him, too, the continued sucking against his member just teasing the come out of him. Akane felt her climax approaching faster, and gripped his shoulders, pressing her fingernails against his skin. Her tight embrace and the feel of her pussy pulled him toward his own bliss, and with a grunt he exploded, filling her cavity with his seed. The feel of it threw her over the edge and she came hard, throwing back her head and letting out a scream. They held each other as she continued to come, pushing on him gently until the waves of heat subsided. He rolled sideways and they lay side-by-side, holding each other.

Ranma kissed her gently. “I guess this means we're taking this fiancé thing for real, huh?”

She lay her head on his chest. “I've wanted to for a year now. I really do.”

“Me too.”

“Ranma?”

“Hm?”

“Next time we're home alone, I want to get in the bath with you. Clothed, I mean. I want to do this with you.”

He hugged her. “I'd love that.”

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That night, Ranma crept along the roof. He'd sneaked into her room this way many times, but she'd never welcomed it before then. He sat, ready to climb over the edge. This was his fiancée– the girl he was about to make love to was eventually going to be his wife. And she didn't seem the least bit bothered by what he liked. He smiled. Life was good.

He was startled by footsteps further down the roof. He turned to look, and was shocked to see Shampoo and Ukyo, who looked as surprised to see each other as the were him.

“What are you guys doing here?”

Shampoo looked sheepish. “Shampoo make love to Nabiki after pool yesterday. She back for round two.”

Ukyo smiled wistfully. “I'm surprising Kasumi. She and I… we have something going. It started after the pool party, too. What about you, Ranchan?”

Ranma blushed. “Well, me and Akane, we made love… after the pool party, like you guys I guess. We're making good on the engagement; we're not hiding our feelings anymore. So, you two, does this mean you're not interested in me anymore?”

Ukyo shrugged. “No sense in trying to force you when I have somebody of my own.”

Shampoo thought. “Great Grandmama no let Shampoo stop, because of Amazon law, but Shampoo no in hurry anymore. She want time to play with Nabiki.”

Ranma grinned, and headed for Akane's window, as Shampoo and Ukyo move to their respective bedrooms.
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