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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57793 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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Motoko had been reading in the quiet of her room, but it was fast turning into something else. In the eighth chapter of The Evening’s Promise, Hideaki the mayoral aide had invited the heroine journalist Asuka to dinner at a high class restaurant. So, she had dolled up and arrived with a Dictaphone hidden in her clutch purse, ready to pick up anything that he might admit to her “off the record”. But Hideaki was too clever for that trick, and avoided talking about his work all night. After dinner, he invited her back to her place for a nightcap, and she accepted, hoping that he would finally open up about what his boss was planning. The moment they were inside his apartment, however, he told her that she could switch off the tape recorder.
“Get out of there,” Motoko whispered to her beloved heroine. “Just run.”
But Asuka didn’t. Being caught out had thrown her off balance, and being in the den of the lion she thought she had been tracking only made things worse. So they did what the two of them did best: verbal jousting. Without realising it, the two began circling one another and throwing barbs. The way Katsuragi had written it, Motoko had the sense that the two characters were moving closer together. Then Hideaki, with one last insult, lunged for Asuka to give her a bruising kiss. Asuka, appalled, pushed him off her, slapped him, and then kissed him right back.
Motoko’s eyes were glued to the page. She hadn’t seen that part coming. Nor did she anticipate them tumbling onto the leather couch locked in embrace with Asuka on top. Motoko swallowed, was it getting warm? She pulled at the collar of her gi as Asuka and Hideaki vented months of tension and ran expeditionary hands over the bodies they’d longed in secret to explore.
She was sweating, Motoko realised, definitely sweating. Perhaps if she removed a layer, she might feel better. She slipped out of her gi and savoured the feel of the cool winter air on her hot skin. She sat back down on her futon, her fingers tracing patterns over her own stomach – unconsciously mirroring the movements of Hideaki’s hands on Asuka.
Asuka, meanwhile, explored the planes of Hideaki’s abs, which the author had described in almost pornographic detail. Motoko bit her lip. Was this what women experienced when they were with men? Asuka had made it clear from the beginning that she didn’t need a man for satisfaction in life, but now, she seemed almost overjoyed at having her rival so close, beneath, caressing her…
Motoko realised that her hand had followed Hideaki’s and begun to squeeze her breast through her sarashi. She groaned. Why were they so sensitive? “Keep going,” she murmured, riveted to the page.
Motoko and Hideaki’s hand moved as one over taut quivering stomach muscles making teasing circles around her navel. They parted company as Motoko’s hand dipped under the waistband of her hakama and Hideaki’s disappeared under Asuka’s dress. Motoko let out a happy sigh with Asuka as she rubbed her clit. She held the paperback open with her knees so she could keep reading while she massaged her breasts with one hand and ground her clit against the other. Now if only her hakama weren’t in the way.
She stopped her ministrations just long enough to slide her pants down her legs. This would have been so much easier in her uniform skirt, she thought, but set it aside as she returned her licentious attention to Asuka and Hideaki. In the book, Asuka was reaching for Hideaki’s belt. Several chapters ago, Asuka had spent a prolonged period under the influence of sake speculating with another woman into her office as to Hideaki’s penis size. At the time, Motoko had considered the discussion most unbecoming (And strange. What had size to do with anything?), but now with the moment of revealing so literally near at hand, Motoko discovered that she too was curious. What would it look like, and what would they get up to once it was out?
God, this was wrong. She ought to be training, trying to control her desires, not give into them. She moaned into her bare shoulder as she thrust two fingers into her dripping pussy. She was being silly. She wasn’t giving into her desires; she was dealing with them so she could focus on other things. The fact that it felt incredible had nothing to do with it. Nothing at all. Maybe she ought to take her sarashi off as well.
“Motoko?”
Motoko nearly jumped out of her skin as she heard the knock and the call of her name through her door. Had she been discovered?
“Who is it?” she called, kicking the book across the room and hiking up her pants.
“It’s Keitaro,” he replied as she grabbed her gi off of the floor. “Can I come in?”
Come in? Now, when she was like this? “Now is not a good time,” she said, struggling with the ties of her gi. Why were there so many?
“Are you feeling all right?” Damn him for sounding so concerned.
“Yes.” She settled for having the gi half tied. He’d never notice. “I am fine,” she said as she opened the door.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his brow wrinkled in scrutinising concern. “You look a little flushed.”
She restrained the impulse to cover her face. “I have been training. What do you want?”
“I was wondering if you’ve seen Naru or Kitsune. Naru didn’t show up at cram school today and I haven’t seen either of them since this morning.”
“Neither have I,” Motoko replied, determined to cut the conversation off. “I will let you know if I do. Excuse me.” She shut the door and waited until she could no longer hear his footsteps.
“Now, where was I?”
In a flash, her gi and hakama were off and she was on her knees, ripping off her sarashi as she read: Asuka rolled Hideaki onto his back and reached for his fly. Motoko licked her lips and began massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples, recalling the illicit little thrills she’d fought to ignore when her nipples rubbed against her sarashi during training. She let out a dulcet cooing sound as her palm brushed against her thick bed of curls and she slid two fingers inside her dripping sex.
“Mmm…Shinosuke.”
A banging sound snapped her back to reality. To her horror, she realised that it was another knock. “Motoko? It’s Naru and Kitsune. We need to talk.”
Oh God, what now, she wondered looking down at her hard nipples and slick thighs. If they saw her naked like this, she’d never live it down. She’d have to commit seppuku to redeem herself.
“Now is not a good time.” Not at all.
“Please?” Naru asked. “It’s important.”
“Yeah,” Kitsune called. “Let us in already.”
Motoko kicked the book into the corner of the room. She’d never have time to get her clothes on. She could slip the fundoshi back on, but the sarashi would take too long.
“Motoko, this is important!”
“All right, just give me a minute. I’m not dressed. I was going to the hot springs.” Yes, that would work!
“Oh, is that all?” Kitsune asked. “I’m coming in.”
“No!” Motoko dove for the door, just as it started to slide open.
“Kitsune! Give her some privacy!”
“What? It’s not like I haven’t seen her naked before.”
Not like this she hadn’t.
“Just give me a minute to put something on.”
“Fine,” Kitsune huffed.
‘Thank you,’ Motoko thought, clasping her hands in prayer. A few seconds later, she had her hakama back on and was tying the last strings on her gi, thinking, ‘Maybe I ought to buy one of these ‘T-shirts’ I’ve heard people talking about.’
“So what is it you wanted to speak with me about?” she asked Naru and Kitsune once they were seated together. Naru and Kitsune explained about the situation with Shinobu and Akiko. Motoko clenched her fist. “Such cruel behaviour. Where do I come in? Do you wish me to teach Shinobu self-defence?”
“No,” Naru replied with a negative wave of her hand. “It hasn’t come to that, and I hope it doesn’t. But Kitsune and I were talking, and we have an idea that might take care of the problem.”
“What can I do?” Motoko asked. Kitsune leaned to whisper in her ear. Motoko shook her head. “I cannot do that. Such a display would…”
“Come on,” Kitsune said. “You’re always talking about defending maidenly honour. Here’s your chance.”
“It would help Shinobu,” Naru said taking Motoko’s hand. “And I would consider it a personal favour.”
Motoko sighed. “All right. When shall we do this?”
“Tomorrow,” Naru replied. “Is that all right?”
Motoko nodded. Their business concluded, Naru and Kitsune rose to leave. To Motoko’s surprise, Kitsune lingered in the doorway as Naru went next door to study. Kitsune looked at Motoko and smiled before giving the air a dramatic sniff.
“Next time you want some private time, put a sock on the door,” she said, winking as she left.
Shame hit Motoko in waves, knocking her back onto her futon.
“Why me?” she cried into her pillow.
Nodoka looked around the other side of the equipment shed to make sure no one else was around before pulling the pack of Salem menthols from her blazer. She took a cigarette and passed the pack around. Yumi and Kira each took one, but Akiko declined, eyeing the pack with suspicion.
“Worried you’ll get cancer?” Kira smirked, borrowing Nodoka’s lighter.
“Don’t you?” Akiko asked.
Nodoka blew a great big cloud into the air above. “Not today, I won’t.”
“You know Akiko,” Yumi said, winking at her friends behind the girl’s back, “I heard a rumour that Ayato Mishima was watching you in gym class today.”
“Ayato?” Akiko’s face burned at the thought of being watched by the captain of the junior soccer team.
“Yeah,” Kira said, smiling. “I heard the same thing. In fact I heard that he really liked the way you play volleyball.”
“Really?”
“Yeah.” Nodoka moved in for the kill. “You don’t like him, do you?” she asked, feigning surprise.
Akiko looked away and stammered as she reached up to scratch her neck.
“You should totally confess to him,” Yumi said, fighting giggles.
“Really?”
“Sure,” Kira said. “You should do it before he has a chance to do it to you. Guys like girls who are direct.”
“You really think so?” Akiko looked up at the student council member an innocent trust that made Kira want to laugh. Akiko was too easy.
“Yeah,” Nodoka said. “You know what you need to do? You need to go wait for him to finish practice tomorrow, and tell him that he totally turns you on. Tell him that you think about him at night.”
“What does ‘turns you on’ mean?”
“It’s another way of saying you want to go out with him.” Nodoka said. This was too easy. With a little more convincing, she’d be onboard. Then all they need was Yumi’s Polaroid and Dictaphone and Akiko would be the laughingstock of the whole school. “In fact, there are a few other things you should tell him…”
“Akiko?” Someone was calling.
Akiko looked around the corner to see Shinobu on soccer field with a trio of girls.
“Ah crap,” Yumi muttered. “What does she want?”
“Akiko! There you are.” Shinobu strode in the direction of the equipment shed.
“I’ll be back in a minute,” Akiko said and strode over to meet her friend.
“I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” Shinobu said when they met halfway. “Did you want to have some tea with me?”
Akiko shuffled from one foot to the other. “I don’t know. I was hanging with Nodoka and her friends.”
“Well, in that case,” Shinobu said, going to the second thing Kitsune had told her to say in case Akiko refused to come along, “I could use some help on something from that latest math test. Do you think you could take a look with me? It’ll just be for a second.”
Akiko sighed. “Well, okay. So long as it’s just for a second. What about your friends?” she asked indicating the other girls a few feet away.
“Oh, they’ll wait for us,” Shinobu said, already dragging Akiko away.
“I’ll be back,” Akiko called out to Nodoka and the rest.
Kitsune, Naru, and Motoko took that as their cue to begin.
“Remember the plan,” Kitsune said.
“Yep,” Naru said. “I’ll go first.”
By the time Naru and the others had rounded the corner, Nodoka and her trio had stubbed out their cigarettes, but the smell still hung in the air.
“Who are you?” Kira said. Yumi and Nodoka formed a defensive line behind her. Kitsune and Motoko took their positions behind Naru. Kitsune crossed her arms and smirked, ready for the show to begin, while Motoko gave the other girls an intimidating glare and drummed her fingers on the hilt of her bokken.
“We’re friends of Shinobu,” Naru said, beginning her role as negotiator. “We thought it would be good idea to have a little chat.”
“Little bitch ratted us out,” Yumi whispered to Nodoka.
“Now, now,” Naru chided, “Let’s have no name calling. It’s easier if we keep this civil.”
“Oh, really?” Kira eyed the older girls with suspicion. “If Maehara wanted to talk, why isn’t she here?”
“She’s talking to Akiko, which is why we’re here. Shinobu wants you to stop tormenting Akiko, and so do we.”
Kira and her trio laughed. “Tormenting her? Why whatever do you mean?” Kira asked, giving Naru a smug look that made her hate the girl immediately. “Akiko is a good friend of ours. Just ask her.”
Naru shook her head. “You may have convinced her of that, but we know better. We’ve come to ask you in fairness to leave her alone from now on.” All warmth in her expression evaporated. “She is not your toy.”
Nodoka laughed. “You arrogant bitch.”
“You know something,” Naru said, giving Nodoka a smile that was all teeth, “I’ve never liked that word.”
“Whatever. Do you have any idea who you’re messing with?” Nodoka asked. “Do you have any idea who our fathers are, old hag? Why don’t you and your little group screw off before we decide to get tough?”
“Old Hag, am I?” Naru cracked her knuckles. “You know I was almost hoping you’d pick the tough route.” She turned to her friends. “Kitsune, your turn.”
“Look out,” Yumi said. “Here comes the cavalry.”
“Cavalry?” Kitsune giggled as if it were the funniest thing she’d ever heard. “No, little girl, she’s the cavalry,” she said pointing to Motoko. “I’m your last warning.” She turned to Nodoka. “Spare a cigarette?” Nodoka crossed her arms. Kitsune shrugged. “Okay, let’s get down to brass tacks.” She paced back and forth in front of the three girls like a sergeant. “I don’t know who your fathers are, little missies, and I don’t care. Since you’ve rejected negotiation, that leaves only extortion, which makes it much more fun for me.” She came to a stop and glowered down at the girls from her full height. “So listen up: your days of fucking around with girls like Akiko are over. We’ve already got your teacher onside. If you cause anymore trouble, he’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks.”
“You can’t scare us,” Kira said. “If you had Mr. Atama onside, we’d be in the principal’s office right now. So just how are you going to stop us? We’ll do whatever we want to the little freak, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us.”
“Oh really?” Kitsune turned to Motoko. “Would you care to do the honours?”
The trio of girls took a wary step back as Motoko drew her bokken.
“What are you going to do now?” Kira asked, trying to sound brave despite a quiver in her voice. “Beat us up if we don’t do it? The police will love that.”
“Oh, we don’t have to beat you,” Kitsune replied. “A demonstration should be enough.” She picked a stone up from the ground and tossed it into the air.
As the rock fell back towards the ground, Motoko swung the bokken with a lazy flick of her wrist. A gust of wind flew from the sword and launched the rock back up. When it came down again, she launched it with another flick and then another. On the last drop, she gripped the bokken with both hands and cried out as she swung with all her might. The rock split into three even pieces, each of which landed dead between Nodoka, Yumi, and Kira’s quaking feet.
“Next time, it won’t be a rock,” Kitsune promised. “Now get out of here.”
The three terrified girls turned on their shaking legs and started to run.
“Hey,” Kitsune caught Nodoka by the shoulder, turning the wide-eyed girl towards her. “Cigarettes,” she said.
Nodoka thrust the pack into Kitsune’s hands and ran as fast as her legs could manage.
Kitsune tossed the pack in the air a few times, giggling to herself.
“I didn’t know you smoked,” Motoko said with a look of disapproval.
Kitsune shook her head, tossing the pack into a nearby garbage can. “Quit years ago. I just thought taking them off her would be a nice touch.”
Naru snorted into her fist. Motoko rolled her eyes. Then all three burst out laughing. Naru and Motoko braced themselves against each other as Kitsune bent over at the waist.
“You know something,” Kitsune said as they were walking to the train station, “I think that’s the first time we all worked together like this.”
Motoko and Naru nodded in agreement, and with that in mind the three friends walked hand in hand all the way to the station.
Later that evening, Motoko was on the roof working on her katas. Despite the cold, she relished its focussing effect, honing her senses to razor sharpness. She was surprised at how good it had felt to defend someone in need like Akiko. After all, wasn’t that why she had developed those skills in the first place? Still, it felt different from when she simply trained or punished Keitaro or other men who troubled people. Why? Maybe, she supposed as she repeated her migamen strikes, it was the purpose behind it. Often, she realised, she trained for the sake of it. She had done so since she was old enough to hold a sword. It was part of who she was, indivisible, natural. Natural, maybe that was it. It was natural for her to train and natural for her to punish the wrongs she saw; but not to seek out troubled innocents like Akiko and protect them. Training and self defence were duties; helping others when she might have done otherwise was a choice, a pleasure. Even now, she felt sense of rightness in her heart that usually only came after much meditation.
“Sister, was this what you meant about attaining a peace heart?”
The sun was disappearing over the horizon and it would soon be dinner time, so she ended her katas at eight hundred instead of the usual thousand. She retrieved her towel from the banister, to wipe the sweat away before the chill in the air set in.
“You may come out now, Urashima,” she called toward the stairs.
“You knew?” Keitaro asked, emerging from the stairwell.
“I sensed your presence the moment you opened the door,” she replied, wiping at her brow. “Why did you remain at the bottom of the stairs?”
He scratched at the back of his neck. “I figured that you wouldn’t want me to disturb you.” Even now, she noticed, he was standing on the other side of the balcony, making no move to approach her.
“You must have wanted something,” she said as she laid the towel down and rose to give him an expectant look. “Well?”
“Two things. First: your rent is due.”
“You shall have the money under your door by tomorrow evening as always.” She always paid at the exact same time, but he always went out of his way to remind her. It confused her more than annoyed her, since there was never any reproach. It seemed nothing more than a simple reminder; but she had no idea why he even bothered. “And the second thing?”
He shifted onto his back foot, a defensive move suggesting nervousness. “Shinobu told me about what you and the others did this afternoon.”
“Oh?” Shinobu had not returned right away with the others. A wiretap provided by Su had captured the entire confrontation for Akiko to hear, and Shinobu had wanted to stay with her friend and help her understand. “Did she say how her friend is bearing?”
Keitaro leaned back against the stair railing. “Actually, she seems to be fine. I gather that she’d been wondering about those girls ever since that makeup incident.”
“Really?” Motoko’s brow shot up in disbelief. “Then why would she stay with them?”
Keitaro shrugged. “She wanted to believe they’d stop if they came to like her, I guess.”
Motoko’s heart clenched. What could she say to that?
“Anyway,” Keitaro said, uncomfortable with the silence, “I wanted to thank you. That was a great thing you did.”
“It was nothing,” she replied, unnerved. The praise made her feel happy, and it shocked her that any compliment from him would please her at all.
“That’s what I like about you. You care about people, and you always do the right thing in the end.” He chuckled. “Except when you launch me to the moon.”
“Tread carefully, Urashima.” She drummed her fingers against her bokken, but her half smile destroyed the effect.
“Always,” he said, realising that his flight had been postponed. He turned to go, when something struck him. “There’s something else.”
“Oh?”
“When we were…On the train…”
Motoko tensed. They had never spoken of that incident, and she hoped that they never would. “What about it?” she barked, wanting to get the topic over with.
Keitaro flinched at her tone, but kept going. “You broke that guy’s wrist with a flick of your own.”
“What of it? Do you disapprove?” Her tone dared him to challenge her.
“Not really. It’s just that you broke his bone with almost no effort, yet you’ve launched me to the moon more times than I have fingers and toes, but you’ve never broken anything of mine.” He looked down at his feet. “Except perhaps my pride.”
“What is your point, Urashima?”
“Nothing I guess. I’ve just been wondering about it.” With that he left her on the roof to wonder on her own.
After his conversation with Motoko, Keitaro joined Kitsune and Naru for their usual evening study session. He wasn’t looking forward to it for two reasons. Studying every night was starting to wear thin regardless of the company. He’d finally cottoned on to Naru’s insistence that different subjects required different methods, and that while History was matter of memorising answers, the only way to master English and Math was to understand the rules governing how one got the answers. Still, he was beginning to feel more and more brain dead with each passing night. He wanted to take a break, especially since he knew that cramming with less than two weeks to go until entrance exams yielded next to nothing. Still, Naru and Kitsune were working hard, and he didn’t want to be the first person to give in. The second reason he was dreading studying on this particular evening became clear to all present not long after he sat down.
“By the way,” he said, making sure to identify no one in particular, “the rent is coming due.”
“Really?” Kitsune asked with false wonder. “How time flies.” She sidled along the kotatsu and glommed onto him. Naru groaned in disgust, but Kitsune paid no attention. “Kei-baby,” she said in a little girl voice, “I’m a little behind this month. Maybe we could negotiate some other payment?” He shivered as she blew in his ear.
Naru reached over and flicked Kitsune on the forehead. “I pay, you pay.”
Keitaro took refuge on the far side of the table, grateful to have Naru as a barrier. “In any case, Shinobu told me what you guys did for her,” he said, studiously looking at Naru. “I wanted to thank you guys. That was really kind of you. Especially since she’s been having such a hard time lately.”
“Don’t worry about,” Naru replied. “We were happy to help.”
“Well, I’m grateful for any help in keeping Shinobu happy. So if you guys need anything, I’m happy to help.”
“Anything, says you?” Kitsune asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Except the rent,” Keitaro said with a sheepish look. “We need the cash flow.”
“Furthest thing from my mind,” Kitsune replied with a grin that sent chills down his spine. “Naru, dear,” she said, “Remember that favour you owe me?”
“What is it?” Naru asked, suddenly nervous.
“Tell you later,” Kitsune said before turning her attention to her textbook. The study session that night was productive, but a definite atmosphere hung in the air. It didn’t help that Kitsune kept giggling to herself. Keitaro had the sinking feeling his quiet if odd life was about to be terribly interesting once again.
The sinking feeling was realised two days later after cram school when Naru thrust a VHS cassette into his hands and told him to watch it after he got home.
“Aren’t you coming with me?” he asked at the train station.
“No, I’m meeting Kitsune.” She gave him an odd look. “I’ll meet up with you later.”
Unable shake the feeling that he had missed something significant, Keitaro boarded the train and headed home. Once he arrived there, he went up to the manager’s room and put the tape in his VCR. After the static cleared from the screen, the first thing he saw was the inside of some sort of bedroom. He could see a bed and painting of some forest landscape above it. Next to that, a reading lamp hung from the wall. Was this a hotel room?
“Everything all set?” he heard Kitsune say on the tape.
“Should be,” Naru’s voice replied.
“Okay, let’s get to it.”
Naru and Kitsune appeared onscreen wearing the clothes they’d worn the day before. They sat down together on the bed and smiled into the camera.
“Hello, Keitaro,” Kitsune said. Naru gave a little wave. Both of them looked rather nervous, perhaps because of the camera.
Naru said, “We’ve sent this tape because we have something important to tell you.”
Keitaro blinked. How could something be important enough for them to videotape it, but not important enough to tell him immediately?
“If this works the way Su says it will,” Naru went on, “then this tape will dissolve after one play-through. So, you need to follow out instructions very carefully.”
Kitsune nodded. “The first thing you need to do is close the door to the manager’s room and make sure that no one else comes in.” She gave Keitaro a smile that sent shivers down his spine. “This tape is just for you.”
Something about those words made him start sweating as he rose and walked across the room to close the door.
“Have you done it?” Kitsune asked. “Good. Now then, Kei-baby, let’s get to the point. We’ve gone along with this ‘no dating’ rule of yours, but no longer. Women have needs, and if you don’t meet them, we start to get antsy.”
“And we figured that you were probably getting a little worked up too, with exam day coming,” Naru said. “So we thought we’d kill two birds with one stone and give you a little stress reliever. So sit back and relax. This is just for you.”
Then both girls stood up and began unbuttoning their blouses.
“Watch carefully now,” Kitsune called with a saucy wink.
Boy, would he ever. Keitaro barely move a muscle as he watched the two girls giggle with each other as they stripped off their blouses and skirts leaving only their underwear and stockings. As the clothing dropped, so too did their inhibitions. What had started as nervous and hesitant unbuttoning turned into a game as the girls spun their shirts over their heads before tossing them away and giving the camera sexy pouts.
“I have a secret, Kei,” Naru said as she placed her foot on the bed and slid her hand over her stocking-clad leg. “I had my eye on you before you even showed up at Hinata House.”
Keitaro swallowed.
“Really?” Kitsune asked, toying with the strap of her thong.
“Yep” Naru told the camera. “I was planning on fucking you the moment I saw you peaking up my skirt at cram school. Want to hear what I was going to do?”
Keitaro nodded as he stroked his cock through his jeans.
“Tell him,” Kitsune said, wrapping her arms around Naru’s shoulders and smiling at the camera. “Give him something to jerk off to. Are you touching yourself, baby? I wish I was there to do it for you. Go on, tell him.”
Keitaro cast a furtive glance towards the closed door as he reached for his belt buckle.
Naru began to roll the stocking down her thigh. “Once I got you alone I was going to unzip you and suck you off right there.” Kitsune lay back with a sultry giggle as Naru tossed the stocking aside and reached for the other one. “First I would lick every inch of that gorgeous cock of yours, and stroke you off while I sucked your balls one by one.” She groaned, getting further into the spirit, while Kitsune began sliding off her own nylons. “God, I wish you were here right now so I could show you how much I want to suck you until you’re just about to blow, and then stop and watch the tension on your face. You’d beg me to let you come, but of course I wouldn’t. Not until you’re underneath me. Then I’d ride you hard, up and down, up and down until you explode inside me.”
It felt like his heart was a jack hammer as he stroked himself, uncertain whether to keep his eyes on the screen or close his eyes and let her words fill in the picture.
“You’re such a tease,” Kitsune accused with a smile, reaching back to unclasp her bra and let it drop. “Remember these?” she asked the camera, squeezing her bare breasts together.
Keitaro groaned as he thought about his first night with Kitsune. Those breasts had been at the heart of many an interesting dream the last few months.
“They’ve been so lonely without you. My hands just aren’t the same as yours, see?” She began massaging her breasts and from the moans she was making, she seemed to be doing just fine without his hands.
Naru knelt down and pulled Kitsune’s thong down her long legs. “You’ve been really mean to us, Keitaro,” she said, reaching for her own thong as she rose to her feet. “When a girl grows accustomed to having a man to meet her needs, it’s just cruel to deny her.”
“Yeah,” Kitsune said, unclasping Naru’s bra for her. “Night after night, leaving us with nothing but our fingers. You should be here right now taking care of business.” She smiled at the camera. “Luckily, we’ve brought along a little friend to do your job. Want to see?”
She walked offscreen.
Whatever Naru was seeing, her eyebrows hit the roof. “Jesus, that’s huge.”
“You bet,” Kitsune said, walking back onscreen with a long, thick pink dildo. “What do you think? Want to see all the things we wish you were here for?” she asked, punctuating the question by swirling her tongue around the dildo’s tip. Then she sucked it into her mouth, thrusting the shaft between her tits, staring at the camera with wicked eyes. It was sweet torture for Keitaro as he imagined himself in the dildo’s place.
“Hey, no hogging,” Naru said, taking hold of the other end.
“You’re right, Kitsune said, handing her the toy. “Time to get to the main event.” She stepped off-screen and picked up the camera as Naru lay down on the bed. Naru spread her legs and Kitsune zoomed in on Naru’s snatch. “Yummy isn’t it, baby? Show him.”
Naru reached down and spread her pussy lips, revealing a film of moisture. Keitaro could almost taste it.
“You are so wet!” As Naru moaned an affirmative, Kitsune turned the camera on herself. “See that?” she said, sticking her fingers inside herself. “Two gorgeous little pussies, just dripping for you.” She aimed the camera back at Naru rubbing the toy against her labia. “You’re going to love this, Kei.”
Oh, he already was.
Naru gave the camera a stunning smile and pushed the dildo inside with a moan. Her pussy almost seemed to be sucking the thick shaft in. She pulled it out and slammed it back in. For a second her eyes widened in surprise at the depth of the intrusion, but she was soon panting as she fell into a rhythm of thrust and retreat. Her legs were shaking on the mattress as her hips leapt up to meet the dildo. She reached down with her free hand to rub her clit and panting became moans. His name tumbled from her lips as she rubbed in time with her thrusts. He nearly came from that alone.
“That is so hot.” Kitsune sounded almost drunk. “Look at her.”
Naru’s expression was euphoric as she stared at some far off point. Every movement of her practiced hands seemed perfectly arranged to drive her to the greatest peak of pleasure. There was no hesitation in her movements, none of the uncertainty that occasionally haunted Keitaro as he sought the right combination of movement and fantasy. She was in another zone.
“You’ve been practicing?”
Naru came just close enough to earth to reply, “Every night.”
“Are you going to come?” Kitsune asked the keening girl.
“Ye…Yeah.”
“Good, show him how bad you want it.”
Naru redoubled her efforts, positively grinding her clit against her palm as she drove the big pink cock deeper and deeper. She came with a squeal and collapsed on the bed, almost hiccupping as she gulped air and shook as the pleasure wracked her lithe body. She gave the camera a giddy smile.
“Did you come too? It got me so hot thinking about you jacking off watching me. Maybe we should do this at home.”
“There’s an idea, Kitsune said. “You got enough energy to sit up? Cause it’s my turn. That’s right, baby” – she turned the camera on herself – “I hope you’ve got another round in you, because we’re just getting started.” The camera wobbled as Kitsune handed the camera to Naru. She waited until Naru was holding it straight before saying, “In honour of this event, I brought a few other toys to play with, including one of my personal favourites.”
The camera followed her as she walked over to a dark red shopping bag and pulled out another dildo with a suction cup on the end.
“I love this thing,” she said. She knelt down on the ground and stuck the toy onto the floor. “Why? Because now I can do this.” She straddled the thick shaft and sank down on it, moaning as inch after inch disappeared. “Want to see how deep I can go?” She forced herself down, gasping as she did until there was scarcely any daylight between her and the floor. With a guttural moan, she rose and began to swivel her hips round and round.
“Perfect, just perfect.” She pinched her clit in one hand and her nipples with the other. “Wish I could see you now, Keitaro. You must be getting ready to pop.” Kitsune licked her lips, and braced her arms behind her as she began humping herself up and down. “I want all that hot stuff inside me. Just thinking about it makes me so horny.” She screamed out on a hard thrust. She gave a lightheaded giggle. “Are you watching?” she asked in a warbling voice. “Women know what women want.”
Apparently, Kitsune wanted to be ridden hard. Her thrusts were almost savage as she drove the toy inside her over and over. Her screams were so loud that Keitaro turned down the volume, afraid of being overheard. She drove herself down to the hilt and fell back with a shriek. Naru lunged forward, looking down on Kitsune who was biting into one hand while the other seemed to be groping around for something to hold onto as she convulsed. Naru took her friend’s hand and held it. There was a pop as the dildo lost its suction and twitched about inside her clenching pussy.
“Good?” Naru asked once Kitsune had stopped trembling.
Kitsune nodded with a groan deep in her throat. She pushed herself up on trembling arms and pulled the toy out of her pussy. She dropped it as if holding it were too exhausting an effort. She panted for a bit before her eyes regained some of their accustomed fire. The camera wobbled and turned as Naru climbed into bed next to Kitsune and aimed the camera down.
“Did you like that, baby?” Kitsune asked. “I know I did.”
Keitaro looked the spent tissues next to him as his cock twitched in his hand, and could do naught but nod in agreement.
“I hope this teaches you to count your blessings,” Naru said. “Especially when you hear what we’re about to say next. After that little display, you’re probably getting a bit tired of your hands too. So we decided to pay a little visit to the Red Fan Hotel. We’re waiting there for you right now. The address is taped to this video tape.”
Kitsune sucked on her finger. “We’re just sitting there, waiting for you, getting wetter by the second.”
Naru smirked. “Yeah, what are you waiting for? You better get over here and fuck us both before we decide to find some cute guy downstairs and give him your present.”
Naru waved and Kitsune blew him a kiss. “Bye for now,” they called. The screen went black, and all of a sudden a burst of steam shot out the VCR slot as Su’s invention did its work and the tape dissolved.
Keitaro stared at the blank screen, trying to process what he’d seen. They were there right now, waiting for him? He was so certain that this was a dream that he pinched himself. He crawled over the VCR and removed the defunct tape. He looked down at the address on it, trying to decide what to do. To the red blooded male, the answer was obvious, but hadn’t he asked for space; hadn’t he made a public vow of no dating until after exams; hadn’t he…Oh who the hell was he kidding? He ran for the train station like his life depended on it
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