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Cutting Through the History Books
Chapter Two:
Cutting Through the History Books
By C. R. Laden
{Lemon, Yuri, Fem Slash}
Ok, so I decided to give this enough of a storyline to link them together so that they would fit under each other and not seem like several different stories thrown into the same pile. Plus, if I keep them fairly small, I can add one on here every couple of days, so it kind of works itself out in a way. I'd also like to say sorry for making Su seem a bit too childish in the last chapter. Didn't have any intention, but when I read my final product after having already posted it, it dawned on me! Oh well!
Send comments to: hallwaysofmemories@yahoo.com
I did the grammar check myself, so expect some slight miss spelling and other grammatical errors.
"Speech"
'Thought'
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Naru found herself leaning against the wall just outside of Mitsune's room. She had heard the odd noises and came to investigate what was going on. Whe she had arrived, she found that Mitsune's door was open, and that Mitsune was not alone. The sight of Motoko giving Mitsune so much pleasure, had kept Naru watching in fascination. She found herself excited, and couldn't stop thinking about it. After the show was over, Naru waited for the other two to fall asleep and had closed the door. Now she found herself in her current state, sitting on the floor with one hand laying softly across her chest, and the other at the very fringe of her skirt. Her cheeks were flustered, and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession with her breathing. Before she could stop herself, she slide her hand under her skirt, slowly carressing her inner thigh at the edge of her panties. Her other hand began to play in slow and widely arced circles on her chest, causing her nipples to harden in response to the attention that they would soon be getting. No thoughts of Keitaro found their way into her mind, as images of Motoko and Mitsune filled her head.
Her hand under her skirt had found its way into her panties under the elastic band at the top. Her fingers combed through her pubic hairs and stopped just above what defined her as a woman. Her head leaned back as her fingers played around the top of her pleasure point. The hand that had been circling her chest had alread pulled her sweater and bra up and over her breasts, and had begun to mesage them softly. She bit her lower lip softly, light moans escaping her lungs as her fingers slowly slide inside of her, and began to shift across the cover of her cliterous. Her legs opened wider, as if they were opening up to accept pleasure from someone, but there was only her, and her hands to give her what she wanted. However, this wasn't going to make it less enjoyable, for she could imagine Motoko licking her on her hands and knees with Mitsune behind herself, firmly rubbing her breast and toying with her nipples. This thought only cause her fingers to dig into her further, and to move with even more of a rapid pace.
She could feel her muscles tensing up as she came close to her orgasim. Her whimpers and moans grew louder, yet she could control them enough so that only she could hear them, alone in the hallway. Her body slide a little further down the wall as she began to curl up a bit in anticipation. She rolled over on her side, her hands working ferociously to obtain what was just out of reach. Her mouth opened wide, and her voice flowed out with pleasure "Ahh... ahhhhhhh!!" Her back arched slightly, and her head went back.
She laid there for a moment, breathing heavily, and closed her eyes. Her hands no longer moved, but didn't remove themselves from where they had been as her body rested. She felt the last traces of exctacy slowly fading away as she desperately tried to keep it. It was like holding water in her hands, and she found it impossible to do. After she had recovered, she slowly brought herself up off the floor, and began in a slow, unstable walk towards her own room. She wasn't going back to continue to study, she was going to lay down after this enjoyment, and sleep the rest of the night away.
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Motoko awoke to the singing of birds. The sun was out, and shining as bright as ever. The rays fell across her face through the window. As she looked around, she did not see Mitsune within the immediate area. Her eyes found their way to the clock. No wonder Mitsune wasn't in her room, it was a little after 10 'o clock. With the events of last night slowly begining to play back in her mind, Motoko gained her footing and began to shuffle around the room gathering her clothes. Slowly, she began to dress as she looked out the window, watching the world go on about it's way. It was a peaceful morning, and this soothed her in a way that she didn't think anything else could. With no time for weather watching, she headed out the door, taking care to make sure no one was in the hallway before she left. She didn't want the others to find out what happened last night. It was just too personal for it to spread like a wildfire, and it would do so if Su or Sara found out.
It was time for her to train, or rather, past time for her to train. After collecting her sword from her room, Motoko headed outside. As she came near her usual training grounds, she found that Shinobu was doing laundry as usual. She smiled to Shinobu, and readied herself. Pulling the sword from its sheth, she brought it infront of her. Raising the blade slowly and preparing to bring it down in a wide arc, a she suddenly found herself thinking of the previous night, causing her to stuble her strike. The blade slipped from her hand and impalled itself into the wood just a foot or two infront of her. Shinobu jumped at the sight, not having seen Motoko make such a mistake. It wasn't normal for a succsessor of a kendo school to do such things.
"Motoko-sempa? Are.. Are you alright?" Shinobu hesitantly spoke.
After a second of looking at the sword lodged into the planks, Motoko realized she was being spoken to, "I'm fine..." 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I concentrate?' Motoko shook her head slightly. She then proceded to fetch the blade, then return it to its sheth. Afterwards, she walked over to the edge of the balcony, leaning against the wooden railing and sighed.
Shinobu, having watched Motoko reactions, noted that something was bothering Motoko. She walked over to her and leaned against the railing beside her, and looked out across the yard. "Would you... like to... talk?" In her normally hesitant behavior, Shinobu turned to look at Motoko, who was gazing off into no particaular direction. Shinobu could feel herself getting skitish, unsure if she should be asking such a question.
"It's nothing, Shinobu... I'm ok. I just have something on my mind today..." Motoko didn't trust her own voice. However, it wasn't a subject she was sure that Shinobu should hear, muchless help her with. This was something that only she sould be left to brood on, not her. As Motoko glanced across the yard one last time, she saw Naru and Mitsune in the courtyard talking. 'They both look almost edible...' At that thought, she blushed. She backed away from the railing and started to head back to her room. She needed a moment to get her thoughts together. She needed to train, and couldn't if her mind was left to think things that it wanted to think and not what it needed to think.
Shinobu watched as Motoko left silently. She wondered if she could help Motoko, but doubted that she could. Still, she wanted to.
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As Motoko sat meditating in her room, Naru watched her from the small opening she had from the door being parted just barely. She could still hear what Mitsune had told her, and she wasn't sure if she should believe her.
'Is she really like that? Was it really as good as she said? I want to know, because I'd like to experience it as well...' Feeling as though she shouldn't be peeping on Motoko, Naru slide the door closed and turned to walk away.
At that moment, she heard Motoko's voice calling from inside "Come in, Naru."
Naru gasped in suprise. 'Did she see me watching her?!?!' It took her a moment, but Naru finally opened the door queitly, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She lowered her head as she began to walk over to Motoko slowly.
"Lock the door, if you would, please."
Naru stopped before she had gotten two steps from the door and turned, locking it as requested. Unsure of what was happening, she thought it best if she did as she was asked. She didn't wish to anger Motoko furthur by refusing a simple request, if she had angered her at all to begin with. Motoko didn't sound as if she was angry, so Naru wasn't sure if she should be glad, or afraid.
When Naru had locked the door and turned to face Motoko again, Motoko had already started to remove her hakama. Naru's face when strawbery red. She hadn't expected this. Did Mitsune say anything to Motoko? Sure, her and Mitsune had been exploring with each other, but Mitsune surely wouldn't have said anything to Motoko about it, or the fact that Naru had always wanted to see what she was like!
Before Naru could even react, Motoko was on her feet, walking to her. Naru's mind was racing, and she could feel her hands begin to shake, not out of fear. Her hands shook because Naru's body became aware of the fact that Motoko was advancing towards her with lust in her eyes. What had become of Motoko? Whatever happened to her, Naru liked it in a way, but at the moment, she didn't know what to think.
Motoko had made the first move, and was about to make the second move aswell. With her hakama already sprawled out onto the floor, and her gi loosly hanging on her hips, Motoko took the initiative and leaned into Naru, pressing her lips firmly against Narus. Her arms, as if they had a mind of their own, took Naru in to an embrace. Naru only blinked a few times, but after a second or more, returned the lustful kiss that was being given to her. Her hands quickly found Motoko's hips, and then began to freely roam Motoko's body, her mind commiting the feel and shape to memory for future reference.
Motoko's hands grab for the bottom of Naru's sweater, pulling it up and over her head. They only parted lips long enough for the sweater to come off, and then their lips locked together once again as they both savoured the feel of the other's body. Motoko effortlessly brings Naru's bra off with a flick of her wrist. Only held up by Naru's breasts and Motoko's, the bra was strapless, and would have fallen to the floor otherwise. Naru noted the fact that Motoko knew how to unhinge a bra. This caught her off guard, but did not deter her efforts at unwraping Motoko's chest.
A loud bang and a crash made them turn their heads to the door. Keitaro lay on the ground as he began to speak "Hey Nar...." He blinked. Like wise, both Motoko and Naru blinked. The air around them got thicker without warning as the trio stared at each other in surprise...
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Sorry for the Shinobu fans, but I've got enough morals not to throw a minor into such a story. Trust me, I'm a big Shinobu fan! But I can't bring myself to ruin her innocence in one of my stories!
Again, send any comments to: hallwaysofmemories@yahoo.com
Cutting Through the History Books
By C. R. Laden
{Lemon, Yuri, Fem Slash}
Ok, so I decided to give this enough of a storyline to link them together so that they would fit under each other and not seem like several different stories thrown into the same pile. Plus, if I keep them fairly small, I can add one on here every couple of days, so it kind of works itself out in a way. I'd also like to say sorry for making Su seem a bit too childish in the last chapter. Didn't have any intention, but when I read my final product after having already posted it, it dawned on me! Oh well!
Send comments to: hallwaysofmemories@yahoo.com
I did the grammar check myself, so expect some slight miss spelling and other grammatical errors.
"Speech"
'Thought'
_________________________________________________________________________________________
Naru found herself leaning against the wall just outside of Mitsune's room. She had heard the odd noises and came to investigate what was going on. Whe she had arrived, she found that Mitsune's door was open, and that Mitsune was not alone. The sight of Motoko giving Mitsune so much pleasure, had kept Naru watching in fascination. She found herself excited, and couldn't stop thinking about it. After the show was over, Naru waited for the other two to fall asleep and had closed the door. Now she found herself in her current state, sitting on the floor with one hand laying softly across her chest, and the other at the very fringe of her skirt. Her cheeks were flustered, and her chest rose and fell in rapid succession with her breathing. Before she could stop herself, she slide her hand under her skirt, slowly carressing her inner thigh at the edge of her panties. Her other hand began to play in slow and widely arced circles on her chest, causing her nipples to harden in response to the attention that they would soon be getting. No thoughts of Keitaro found their way into her mind, as images of Motoko and Mitsune filled her head.
Her hand under her skirt had found its way into her panties under the elastic band at the top. Her fingers combed through her pubic hairs and stopped just above what defined her as a woman. Her head leaned back as her fingers played around the top of her pleasure point. The hand that had been circling her chest had alread pulled her sweater and bra up and over her breasts, and had begun to mesage them softly. She bit her lower lip softly, light moans escaping her lungs as her fingers slowly slide inside of her, and began to shift across the cover of her cliterous. Her legs opened wider, as if they were opening up to accept pleasure from someone, but there was only her, and her hands to give her what she wanted. However, this wasn't going to make it less enjoyable, for she could imagine Motoko licking her on her hands and knees with Mitsune behind herself, firmly rubbing her breast and toying with her nipples. This thought only cause her fingers to dig into her further, and to move with even more of a rapid pace.
She could feel her muscles tensing up as she came close to her orgasim. Her whimpers and moans grew louder, yet she could control them enough so that only she could hear them, alone in the hallway. Her body slide a little further down the wall as she began to curl up a bit in anticipation. She rolled over on her side, her hands working ferociously to obtain what was just out of reach. Her mouth opened wide, and her voice flowed out with pleasure "Ahh... ahhhhhhh!!" Her back arched slightly, and her head went back.
She laid there for a moment, breathing heavily, and closed her eyes. Her hands no longer moved, but didn't remove themselves from where they had been as her body rested. She felt the last traces of exctacy slowly fading away as she desperately tried to keep it. It was like holding water in her hands, and she found it impossible to do. After she had recovered, she slowly brought herself up off the floor, and began in a slow, unstable walk towards her own room. She wasn't going back to continue to study, she was going to lay down after this enjoyment, and sleep the rest of the night away.
Motoko awoke to the singing of birds. The sun was out, and shining as bright as ever. The rays fell across her face through the window. As she looked around, she did not see Mitsune within the immediate area. Her eyes found their way to the clock. No wonder Mitsune wasn't in her room, it was a little after 10 'o clock. With the events of last night slowly begining to play back in her mind, Motoko gained her footing and began to shuffle around the room gathering her clothes. Slowly, she began to dress as she looked out the window, watching the world go on about it's way. It was a peaceful morning, and this soothed her in a way that she didn't think anything else could. With no time for weather watching, she headed out the door, taking care to make sure no one was in the hallway before she left. She didn't want the others to find out what happened last night. It was just too personal for it to spread like a wildfire, and it would do so if Su or Sara found out.
It was time for her to train, or rather, past time for her to train. After collecting her sword from her room, Motoko headed outside. As she came near her usual training grounds, she found that Shinobu was doing laundry as usual. She smiled to Shinobu, and readied herself. Pulling the sword from its sheth, she brought it infront of her. Raising the blade slowly and preparing to bring it down in a wide arc, a she suddenly found herself thinking of the previous night, causing her to stuble her strike. The blade slipped from her hand and impalled itself into the wood just a foot or two infront of her. Shinobu jumped at the sight, not having seen Motoko make such a mistake. It wasn't normal for a succsessor of a kendo school to do such things.
"Motoko-sempa? Are.. Are you alright?" Shinobu hesitantly spoke.
After a second of looking at the sword lodged into the planks, Motoko realized she was being spoken to, "I'm fine..." 'What's wrong with me? Why can't I concentrate?' Motoko shook her head slightly. She then proceded to fetch the blade, then return it to its sheth. Afterwards, she walked over to the edge of the balcony, leaning against the wooden railing and sighed.
Shinobu, having watched Motoko reactions, noted that something was bothering Motoko. She walked over to her and leaned against the railing beside her, and looked out across the yard. "Would you... like to... talk?" In her normally hesitant behavior, Shinobu turned to look at Motoko, who was gazing off into no particaular direction. Shinobu could feel herself getting skitish, unsure if she should be asking such a question.
"It's nothing, Shinobu... I'm ok. I just have something on my mind today..." Motoko didn't trust her own voice. However, it wasn't a subject she was sure that Shinobu should hear, muchless help her with. This was something that only she sould be left to brood on, not her. As Motoko glanced across the yard one last time, she saw Naru and Mitsune in the courtyard talking. 'They both look almost edible...' At that thought, she blushed. She backed away from the railing and started to head back to her room. She needed a moment to get her thoughts together. She needed to train, and couldn't if her mind was left to think things that it wanted to think and not what it needed to think.
Shinobu watched as Motoko left silently. She wondered if she could help Motoko, but doubted that she could. Still, she wanted to.
As Motoko sat meditating in her room, Naru watched her from the small opening she had from the door being parted just barely. She could still hear what Mitsune had told her, and she wasn't sure if she should believe her.
'Is she really like that? Was it really as good as she said? I want to know, because I'd like to experience it as well...' Feeling as though she shouldn't be peeping on Motoko, Naru slide the door closed and turned to walk away.
At that moment, she heard Motoko's voice calling from inside "Come in, Naru."
Naru gasped in suprise. 'Did she see me watching her?!?!' It took her a moment, but Naru finally opened the door queitly, and stepped into the room, closing the door behind her. She lowered her head as she began to walk over to Motoko slowly.
"Lock the door, if you would, please."
Naru stopped before she had gotten two steps from the door and turned, locking it as requested. Unsure of what was happening, she thought it best if she did as she was asked. She didn't wish to anger Motoko furthur by refusing a simple request, if she had angered her at all to begin with. Motoko didn't sound as if she was angry, so Naru wasn't sure if she should be glad, or afraid.
When Naru had locked the door and turned to face Motoko again, Motoko had already started to remove her hakama. Naru's face when strawbery red. She hadn't expected this. Did Mitsune say anything to Motoko? Sure, her and Mitsune had been exploring with each other, but Mitsune surely wouldn't have said anything to Motoko about it, or the fact that Naru had always wanted to see what she was like!
Before Naru could even react, Motoko was on her feet, walking to her. Naru's mind was racing, and she could feel her hands begin to shake, not out of fear. Her hands shook because Naru's body became aware of the fact that Motoko was advancing towards her with lust in her eyes. What had become of Motoko? Whatever happened to her, Naru liked it in a way, but at the moment, she didn't know what to think.
Motoko had made the first move, and was about to make the second move aswell. With her hakama already sprawled out onto the floor, and her gi loosly hanging on her hips, Motoko took the initiative and leaned into Naru, pressing her lips firmly against Narus. Her arms, as if they had a mind of their own, took Naru in to an embrace. Naru only blinked a few times, but after a second or more, returned the lustful kiss that was being given to her. Her hands quickly found Motoko's hips, and then began to freely roam Motoko's body, her mind commiting the feel and shape to memory for future reference.
Motoko's hands grab for the bottom of Naru's sweater, pulling it up and over her head. They only parted lips long enough for the sweater to come off, and then their lips locked together once again as they both savoured the feel of the other's body. Motoko effortlessly brings Naru's bra off with a flick of her wrist. Only held up by Naru's breasts and Motoko's, the bra was strapless, and would have fallen to the floor otherwise. Naru noted the fact that Motoko knew how to unhinge a bra. This caught her off guard, but did not deter her efforts at unwraping Motoko's chest.
A loud bang and a crash made them turn their heads to the door. Keitaro lay on the ground as he began to speak "Hey Nar...." He blinked. Like wise, both Motoko and Naru blinked. The air around them got thicker without warning as the trio stared at each other in surprise...
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Sorry for the Shinobu fans, but I've got enough morals not to throw a minor into such a story. Trust me, I'm a big Shinobu fan! But I can't bring myself to ruin her innocence in one of my stories!
Again, send any comments to: hallwaysofmemories@yahoo.com