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Friendship
He was next in line. *Finally*.
He'd been waiting all day for a chance to fight the legendary
"Makoto", who had been the talk of the country. Word had it that she'd
been undefeated for life.
From the looks of the long line that he'd been waiting in for
the better part of the day, and the people flying out the front door
every minute, it seemed to be true.
Whoops. Time to duck. He did so, and just missed getting
hit by the leg of another flying martial artist.
This story is copyright Racewing, October 2000. Shoot me now. On with
the show...
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"NEXT!" A female voice shouted from inside. So this was it.
Nervously, he stepped inside.
He faced his opponent--a young woman with greenish-black
short-cut hair, wearing an off-white gi. She looked *extremely*
boyish, but still beautiful in her own right. Everything about her
reflected the presence of a hidden power through simplcity.
"Welcome," said Makoto cheerfully. "Good luck!" The man
bowed to her.
THIS was what everybody had been having trouble with? The
man couldn't help but sneer. After cracking his knuckles, he went for
a hard blow to her head, hoping to end this quickly. Maybe he'd knock
her unconscious, and she wouldn't feel much--
"ACHA!" *PUNT*
<Or not...> the man thought, as he was launched out of the door...
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Makoto looked out of her door. The long line of people
waiting to challenge her had been there all day, and it *still* showed
no signs of receding, even now. However, it was getting late. It was
already dusk. Time to close up shop.
"Sorry, boys. I'm not taking any more challengers today.
You don't have to go home, but you *do* have to get off my property.
NOW!" Makoto smiled as she yelled that last part out. "And cheer up!
Maybe one of you will have a chance against me tomorrow!"
As she closed the doors to the dojo from the inside and
locked them, the horde of disgruntled martial artists dejectedly made
their way towards their homes, grumbling to themselves and each other.
Makoto sighed as she heard the voices of the crowd grow further apart.
Today had been quite a tiring day--apparently some of the people who
had fought her before had passed along some of the nuances of her style
to some of the people that had fought her today. As a result, Makoto
had actually suffered a few hits in her fights today. Holes in her
style she would not tolerate. She'd have to train harder in the
morning and diversify her technique.
But that was tomorrow. Right now, it was shower time... then
food time, then bedtime. She was exhausted.
As dangerous as it was, fighting *did* have its advantages,
she thought, as she walked through the semi-modern dojo-slash-domicile.
She (and her father, when he was alive) had actually made enough from
bouts and tournaments to be able to afford some of the luxuries that
most martial artists weren't able to. <Like *hot water*>, she thought,
chuckling to herself.
Makoto went into the bathroom, and slid the door closed
behind her. After picking out a fresh cloth and towel, she stripped
herself of her gi and underclothes, and stepped into the tub. She
turned the water up to its highest heat setting, and just soaked for a
few minutes under the shower, letting the stress of the day simply melt
away in the heat and steam. After a few minutes, she applied soap to
cloth, and began to wash.
As Makoto washed herself over, she couldn't help but wonder
to herself-- was this all that life had to offer for her? Was this her
lot? She hoped not. Sure, there was an awesome rush she felt with
every fight. She gained confidence with each victory, and each time she
meditated on the day's events, she felt that much closer to her
departed parental figure.
So why wasn't she happy? She sighed to herself--she wasn't
really sure.
After washing those hard-to-reach spots near the small of her
back, she rinsed that area off, then turned her attention to her front.
She washed her stomach, then moved up her body. Usually, she didn't
spend much time washing her breasts--it was an in-and-out operation
most nights, and she always washed up there last. As Makoto ran the
soapy cloth over them, she noticed that there was a nice, well, just
incredibly *soothing* feeling that accompanied it. She decided to try
it again.
She ran the cloth around her breasts again--first the right
one, then the left. Gradually, she found her way to her nipples, which
had by now hardened, and concentrated her efforts there.
That felt... good...
"Mmm..." Makoto sighed contentedly as she worked herself
over. There was no question as to what she felt now. She could hardly
stand--it felt as if the hot stream from the shower were not splashing
only against her skin, but reaching her very insides as well. This, of
course, wasn't too far off at all from what was actually happeniing.
She brought her hands down between her legs to investigate, and found
her crotch soaked--not from the shower water... this was something else
entirely. Stickier, for one. Curious, she twisted her fingers around,
playing with her juices and her dripping sex with one hand, while still
working on her breasts with the cloth in the other.
The combination of shower water running against her body, the
slipperiness of the soaped-up cloth against her nipples, and the coy
finger-play centered about her p***y brought shocks and sensations to
her that the adrenaline from even her *best* fights couldn't *ever*
hope to duplicate. "Aaaahhhhhh!" She yelped loudly, as she began to
finally get into it.
Surprised by her own outburst, she stopped for a second,
gasping, and still hot and bothered. Right now, all was right with the
world. She was... happy. Why hadn't she found out about this before?
Had her secluded life made her *this* blind to its pleasures? She
wished this would last forever.
She also knew she was wasting precious time, just *thinking*
like this. Makoto decided to tempt fate. She brought her hand back
down between her legs, and placed a finger into her hole. It felt
so... fulfilling. She moved it out, and in, and out again, gasping
with each stroke.
Her thumb found the small nub just above, which, like her
nipples, had also hardened. She rubbed against it... and all but fell
to the floor. The cloth dropped, as did the bar of soap, with a dull
*thud* as it hit the surface of the tub.
Makoto was on her hands and knees now, desperately pumping
her finger in and out of her p***y like a piston, and rubbing her c**t
with her thumb as if to sand it down. Her breath came in rapid gasps,
and she felt light all over. The shower's water ran over her face and
her neck, causing her hair to hang down in a wet mess, and forcing her
to shut her eyes. None of this mattered, of course--all that did was
to just... keep... going...
A wondrous feeling began to materialize inside of her--
beginning from one central spot, and spreading all around her body. As
she pumped and rubbed, the feeling only got more intense... there were
times when she thought she'd never be able to handle it, but she kept
going, now almost against her will.
"Ah... -gasp- ahh....."
Until...
"Ahhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiii..."
Until........
"AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIAAAAAHHHHH!" Makoto exploded inside, and
let out a cry which would have woken the neighbors for two city
blocks--had she *lived* in a city, and had there actually been
*neighbors*... neither of which was true. It almost hurt--but it was a
*good* hurt, a *wonderful* hurt, and she wouldn't have traded the
moment for anything else in the world.
She rode her orgasm for a good half minute before it began to
die down, and took deep breaths before finally rinsing herself off, and
stepping out of the bathtub. She dried herself off--quickly, so as not
to have a repeat of what just happened--changed into some fresh night
clothes, and trudged off to bed.
It felt fluffier tonight... boy, was she tired. She didn't
even feel like making any *food* now. Well, she'd need to rest up
anyway--another day, another barrage of attackers. Honestly... were
there any out there that could beat her? So help her, she'd *marry*
the first man to defeat her. She'd be *that much* in awe of whatever
power he posessed...
The wind whistled through the trees, and slipped in, cooling
her room ever so slightly. Now that the conditions were right, Makoto
drifted off to sleep... with a smile on her face.
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Some Days Later...
Makoto walked into her dojo early Sunday afternoon, in a
better mood than usual. It wasn't because she'd beaten a record number
of challengers this week. It wasn't that she had Sundays off. It
wasn't even because she'd recently discovered the benefits of
pleasuring herself. No, it wasn't any of those things.
So what could have made her so happy? Simple--she'd bought a
new broom! Nice and shiny and with a long plastic handle--it just
*screamed* modernity! Sweeping the dojo would be even *more* fun now!
Dojo sweeping was something that Makoto took very seriously. In fact,
it was the secret to her meditation techniques. After all, there is no
higher form of concentration that can be achieved than when you are
trying to grasp elusive dust bunnies. Immediately, she set to work.
She swept starting from the front of the dojo, and gradually worked her
way to the back.
Eventually, she got to the actual training room. She always
made sure to take extra care of this room--it was where her father
taught her when she was little--and while he was still alive. Unlike
many fathers, he hadn't lamented profusely because his wife hadn't
brought him a son. Instead, he worked with what the powers above had
given him. He trained her just as hard as he would have a son, but
encouraging her the entire time. This was the result.
<Daddy always *did* believe in me... I wish he were here to
see all my victories now,> she thought to herself.
She was brought out of her reverie by voice calling from
outside. A young, female voice. "Maaaaaaaaaaako-chaaaaaaaaaan..."
Makoto grimaced. She *hated* being called that. And there
was only one person who ever did and still lived to do it again...
"Hey! Mako-chan! You in there or what? Wait, let me guess!
You're sweeping the dojo again! Don't you ever get tired of that?"
the voice taunted.
Makoto dropped her broom and ran outside, laughing. Oh, she
was gonna *pay*. When she got outside, though... nothing.
"You gotta *find* me first, Mako-chaaaaaan!" the voice sang.
Makoto looked around. It seemed as if that voice came out of
thin air. She remembered what her father told her--if you can't *see*
an enemy, you've still got four other senses--*use them*.
Was that... *smacking* she heard? Going on a hunch, she
dealt the fruit tree just outside the dojo a hard kick, causing it to
wobble.
"Oh, crap! Yaaaaaaahhhhhh..."
Bingo.
*THUD*
"Oof!" Ibuki landed hard on the ground, and the fruit that
she had been munching on fell from her hand and rolled away. "Okay,
okay, you got me! Geez... do you always have to be so *rough* about
stuff?" The ninja-girl got up and brushed off the jeans and t-shirt
that she was wearing. "Ugh. I'm going to have to wash these now..."
"It's your own fault." Makoto said, smiling. "Summer
vacation start already?"
"Yup! I am sooooo happy! Whoo!" Ibuki twirled around. "No
more stupid school for a whole three months! So I thought I'd check on
you and see how my bestest buddy and biggest rival is!" Ibuki looked
around. "And it looks like... you're doing pretty much the same. Have
you done *anything* different since that World Warrior tournament thing
ended?"
"Nah. I like my life the way it is," Makoto said
nonchalantly.
"Ugh. Too boring for me. Beat people up, sweep the dojo,
beat more people up, eat, sleep. I know it's for your dead dad and
all, but... come on, *live* a little! Did you do *anything* besides
what I just mentioned today?"
"Well, I bought a new broom today..."
Ibuki buried her face in her hands. "Look, today, we fight.
I've got some new tricks I want to try on you. But tomorrow, so help
me, I'm going to give you a *life* if it *kills* me! Now... let's eat!
Got anything good?"
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"Mako-chan... we have to talk," Ibuki said as she looked down
at her bowl of rice.
"Don't call me that," Makoto said, as she chowed down.
"Fine. Makoto. Don't you at least put anything on it?
Geez..."
"Like what?"
"Like..." Ibuki went over to the cabinet, and pulled out some
sugar. She then went to the refrigerator, and pulled out a stick of
butter. She put a pat of butter on the rice, and sprinkled some sugar
on top. "Like *this*! It's so much yummier now! See?" Ibuki dug into
her concoction.
"And you wonder why you always lose," Makoto said, not even
bothering to look up from her bowl.
".......ooooh, that is *it*." Ibuki slammed her bowl down.
"You and me, right now! Let's go!"
"Can I finish my rice first?" Makoto asked. "For some
reason, it's quite good today..."
Ibuki sighed.
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"YAAAAAAAAAHHH!"
"HAAAAAAAAAAAA!"
In front of Makoto's dojo, two figures descended from above
at amazing speed, crossing over and kicking at each other as they did
so. One wore an off-white gi and yellow neckbnd, while the other wore
traditional masked ninja garb. Finally, they reached the ground.
"How come you always insist on fighting right out here?"
yelled Ibuki.
"What's wrong with it?"
"There are all these--" Ibuki swatted to the side of her.
"--BUGS! Ugh!"
"I've seen your forest," Makoto shot back. "It's just as
bad! Besides, at least I know all *my* bugs by name!"
Ibuki stopped and stared. "No kidding! How do you do--"
"ACHA!"
"Aaaaaaa..." *THUD!* Ibuki was sent flying into the fruit
tree, courtesy of one of Makoto's rush punches. "Damnit... I aways
fall for that..." she muttered as she rubbed her head.
Makoto stood over her and grinned. "Say it."
"I'm *not* going to say it. Nuh-uh. Not today." With that,
Ibuki disapeared in a puff of smoke, reappeared behind Makoto and dealt
her an uppercutting kick, sending *her* into the tree.
"Stay down!" Ibuki yelled. She jumped into the air and
threw two of her daggers at Makoto, who was just getting up.
Makoto batted them away with a simple swipe of her hand.
Ibuki pouted. "Arrgh! Stupid ninja club. I keep telling them not to
keep buying these *cheap* daggers, but do they *ever* listen to me?
Nooooo--"
"ACHA!" Makoto was on the attack again, but this time, Ibuki
sidestepped the punch, rushed up, leapt on Makoto's back, and put her
in a headlock. "Say it!" Ibuki yelled, twisting her friend's neck
ever so slightly. "Say it, and I'll let you go!"
"N-never..." Makoto gasped, and jumped into a forward roll
that squashed Ibuki under her. The roll caused Ibuki to release her
grip, and in moments, the two girls were sprawled out on the ground.
Both of them were back up in a flash, and Ibuki began circling her
opponent with a speed she knew Makoto could never match. "Ha ha! Try
to attack me now, you little--*gurk*--"
The next thing Ibuki knew, she was caught in a chokehold.
Makoto lifted Ibuki high into the air by only her neck and shook her.
Ibuki struggled, but in vain--her opponent's grip was too strong.
"Say it already!" Makoto said. "What's stopping you?"
Ibuki could only let out a weak gurgling sound.
"Oh... right..." Makoto set Ibuki back down. Ibuki gasped
for air-- but Makoto wasn't finished yet. She proceeded to give Ibuki
a hard punch to the midsection.
Ibuki knew what was coming. "Oh--*cough*--crap..."
A few more quick punches, and then--*WHAM*! "SEICHUSEN
GODANZUKI!" Makoto's last punch blew Ibuki away at an amazing speed.
"Yaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh...." Ibuki was sent flying into one of
the dojo's outer walls. The forest echoed as she crashed against it,
and fell to the ground afterwards.
"Now SAY IT!" yelled Makoto.
"I... am *not*... SAYING IT! ARRGH!" Ibuki rushed Makoto,
only to be grabbed again. She slammed the ninja onto the ground, and
brought her fist back for the finishing blow--
"Okay, OKAY! I give up! SENSEI! SENSEI!" Ibuki thrashed
under Makoto's grip.
Makoto stood up and smiled smugly. "And don't you forget
it."
Ibuki took off her mask and rubbbed her neck. "Aw, geez...
one of these days, I *swear*... I'm going to get you to say it!"
Makoto flapped her gi top to fan herself. "Why don't you
just practice more?"
"Because unlike *you*," Ibuki said with a laugh, "I have a
*life*!" And a boyfriend! And better things to do than sweeping dojos
all day!"
Makoto blinked at her. "Like what?"
Ibuki threw up her hands... "Arrgh! You're not getting it,
are you? Haven't you heard that phrase, 'all work and no play--'"
"But it *was* fun kicking your a**," Makoto replied.
Ibuki froze, mouth open, and at a loss for words. She knew
she'd just gotten hers--again. Makoto laughed loudly. "Come on, let's
go inside. I'll make us some fish."
"Damn it... every time... " Ibuki muttered as she folowed
Makoto into the house.
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Well, at least Makoto could make a meal with *taste* when she
tried. Ibuki licked her lips as she finished off the last of the fish.
"Wow, that was awesome. Do you make this stuff all the time?"
"Nope," Makoto said.
"Not surprised," said Ibuki.
Makoto sighed. That girl... "Did you bring fresh
bedclothes, or are you going to have to borrow some of mine again?"
"Nope! Brought my own this time! And a sleeping bag. *And*
I showered while you were cooking, so you don't have to wait for me."
Ibuki tuggeed at the blue nightrobe she was wearing for emphasis.
"Wow. I'm impressed. You've learned from your last
visits," Makoto said.
"Yeah," Ibuki said sarcastically. "Geez, I can't believe you
don't keep a simple futon in this place. Sleeping on that floor was
*hell* last time. Well, I'm pooped anyway. You beat me up too bad.
Again. I'm hitting the sack. Night!"
"Night." Makoto cleared the table and set the dishes in the
sink to soak. After making sure the kitchen was in order, she took a
quick shower, put on her yellow bedrobe, and went into the bedroom.
Ibuki was already asleep in her bag on the floor. Luckily, she didn't
snore very loudly. Stepping over her quietly, Makoto made way to her
own bed and slipped inside.
As usual, she didn't fall asleep right away. She looked over
at Ibuki, who looked entirely at peace at the moment. It must be
exciting to be able to live in the city... to still be going to
school... to interact with people who weren't looking solely for your
defeat.
Makoto would never say it to her face, but she *was* slightly
jealous of Ibuki. Both of them had more than enough ability to battle
and/or defend themselves--she respected her for that. However, Ibuki's
*beauty* was obvious, and she always knew how to flaunt that fact.
Meanwhile, half the world mistook Makoto for a *boy*. Just because she
wore loose-fitting clothes and knew martial arts... bah. Double-
standards annoyed her to no end.
She wondered--Ibuki said she had a boyfriend, right? Did
that mean that she might know... even *more* about what'd she'd
discovered not too long ago? Did she get to feel as happy as *she*
did? And did even *having* a boyfriend make any difference?
She decided to see for herself. She got out of her bed,
tiptoed over to Ibuki's sleeping form, and knelt beside her. Slowly,
ever so slowly, so as not to wake her, she pulled away the top flap of
the sleeping bag.
Unconsciously sensing a draft, Ibuki turned to the side.
Damn. Well, she'd work with what she had. Leaning over her, she undid
the knot holding Ibuki's blue robe together. Once that was finished,
she pulled away the side of the robe that she had acess to, revealing
Ibuki's bare back and right breast.
This was it. Do or die. Besides, what was the worst that
could happen?
She tried to remember what felt good for her, and softly
kneaded the mound of flesh. Ibuki's breasts were smaller than her own,
Makoto observed, but they served to fit the rest of her frame quite
well. She was lithe, without being scrawny. Either way, she fit into
Makoto's hand quite snugly. She continued to play with Ibuki's breast,
waiting for a response.
She soon got one. Ibuki moaned in her sleep, and turned
around once again, so that she was sleeping flat on her back. Perfect.
Makoto moved the rest of her garment away, letting it fall to her side.
Save for her panties, Ibuki's entire front half was now exposed, and
even shone vaguely, courtesy of what little moonlight crept in through
the window. She was a true vision of youthful beauty.
Makoto, now able to give attention to *both* of Ibuki's
breasts, did so. She soon heard another moan, but it was clear that
the ninja-girl wasn't about to wake up anytime soon. Time to get
serious.
In the horribly dim light, she was barely able to make out
Ibuki's black panties (the whole ninja-stealth thing, dont'cha know),
but once she found them, she used one of her hands to move down and cup
her crotch. She could feel Ibuki's body tense upon Makoto's contact
with her most sensitive area. After a moment's hesitation, Makoto
began to rub.
Ibuki's eyes shot open. She'd been having the most wonderful
dream where she and her boyfriend were... and no wonder! Here was
someone--she couldn't see who, it was still too dark--right above her,
making her feel *insanely* good... but that wasn't possible. The only
person around for *miles* was--
"Makoto?" Ibuki moaned weakly. "Aaah! W-what are you--"
"An experiment, my friend. Please. Just allow me this..."
Makoto whispered softly.
Ibuki moaned again, louder, as Makoto rubbed harder between
her legs. Her body moved against Makoto's hand in time with the
rubbing.
"Does this feel good to you?" Makoto asked.
"A-are you -oh!- are you *kidding*? It feels--it feels... -
gasp!- mmmmmm! Just don't stop! Please!" Ibuki breathed faster as
the sensations became more intense. Makoto could feel Ibuki's panties
becoming wet... just as had happened to her. It pleased Makoto just as
much to know she was causing her friend such happiness as it did when
she was pleasuring herself.
Makoto decided to up the ante, and slipped her hand
underneath Ibuki's panties. She then continued her rub-play against
Ibuki's soft skin, keeping her middle finger always buried partway
inside her friend's moist crevice.
Ibuki's eyes went wide. "Mmmm! Yes! Yeah! Mako... Mako-
chan! I'm... I'm... AAAAAAHHHHHHHH!" Ibuki loudly voiced her ecstacy to
the stars in the sky, as well as the ones that were now flashing in
front of her. After taking a few moments to take deep breaths and calm
down, she looked into Makoto's face and returned the smile that she
received. "Wow. Just... wow. I don't know what brought that on,
but... thank you."
"Thank *you*," said Makoto. She blinked as she brought back
her now-soaked hand, and looked at Ibuki. "Kind of, um, *smooth* down
there, isn't it?" She smiled slyly.
Ibuki snorted. "Boyfriend likes it that way. Go figure.
But if it didn't get in the way so much while wearing my ninja outfit,
I would have said to hell with him." She laughed.
"Oh, I see." Makoto nodded understandingly.
Ibuki looked at Makoto and raised one eyebrow. "Hey. You're
kind of *new* at this, aren't you?"
"Huh? Me?" Makoto stammered. "Nuh-uh, no. I know all
about--"
"Mako-chaaaaaaaan..." Ibuki taunted. "I *know* you! Tell
the truth! 'Tell the Makoto'! Come on!"
Makoto sighed and lowered her head. "Fine. I just tried
what I did to you on myself for the *first time* last week. You
*happy* now? Go ahead. Laugh. After all, if I didn't have a life
*before*--"
Ibuki stopped Makoto in mid-sentence by putting a hand on her
shoulder. "Mako-chan... Makoto. I would *never* make fun of something
like that. This happens to everybody, in their own time. I'm happy
for you." Ibuki took on a mischievous grin. "However... I *insist*
that you get *properly* introduced to this whole business!" Ibuki
hopped to her feet. Makoto did the same. As they stood, Ibuki's robe
fell to the ground, and her hair, which she had undone beforehand,
draped down over her shoulders and upper back, flowing freely.
"Now," commanded Ibuki, "kiss me."
That caught Makoto off guard. "What?"
"I said, *kiss* me, you fool!" Ibuki grabbed Makoto's face
with her hands and slid her tongue into her friend's mouth. She moved
it around, exploring as much surface area as she could. Makoto's body
froze in shock at first, but after a few seconds, she imitated Ibuki's
actions, moving her own tongue around, and soon began massaging it
against Ibuki's. Ibuki groaned happily into Makoto's mouth as their
tongues met, and the two girls locked together with their arms as they
kissed.
Some time later--almost a minute in fact--their mouths
parted. Ibuki licked her lips. Makoto brought her fingers to her
mouth.
"But... didn't you say you had a boyfriend?" Makoto asked.
"Aren't you--"
Ibuki looked away. "To tell you the truth, I've *always*
wanted to, well... just *try* something like this. Gods know all the
boyfriend ever wants is to just get his own self off," she said, dryly.
"Sometimes I think he could care less about me." Ibuki looked into
Makoto's eyes. "Besides, who better to try this with than my best
friend?" Ibuki undid the straps to Makoto's nightgown and let it fall
to the floor around her. "Wow. Look at that! She's not a boy after
all!" Ibuki joked.
"Ibuki..." A hint of a tear formed in one of Makoto's eyes
and threatened to run down her cheek.
"Hey, *hey* now," said Ibuki, wagging her finger playfully.
"Nuh-uh. You get all mushy on me, and we ain't doin' *nothing*. Got
it? Now let's make use of this comfy bed you've got here..." Ibuki
motioned Makoto over to it.
"Lie down," Ibuki said. Makoto did so. "Now, close your
eyes." Makoto did that too, and felt the bed give as Ibuki got on as
well, and knelt over her.
Ibuki looked over Makoto's near-naked form as it lay silent
on the bed, save for her light breathing. She shook her head.
"Makoto... you are too beautiful. Did you know that? Sometimes I
don't think you realize it..." Makoto sighed as she felt Ibuki climb up
on top of her. Ibuki propped herself up on her arms, and positioned
herself so that her head was at the level of Makoto's neck. She kissed
it, and Makoto tensed. "Keep those eyes closed," said Ibuki. "And
just relax."
She moved down to Makoto's breasts and cupped one in her
hands. "Heeeey! Your breasts are bigger than mine. I'm not sure I
like that!" Ibuki mock-wailed. Makoto giggled. "Oh well..." Ibuki
took the breast in her mouth, licking and sucking it with wanton
abandon. She ran her tongue around it, and gave it long licks as well,
leaving a thin trail of saliva glistening across Makoto's skin.
"Oh... wow, Ibuki... mmm, yes..." Makoto breathed deeply as
she lay back and let Ibuki transport her to a world of naught but pure
pleasure. It felt a lot like the soapy cloth from a few days back, but
a little... cooler. And ticklier. And--oh, yes! Ibuki was on her
other breast now, and concentrating on the n****e by itself, sucking
and running her tongue on it at the same time. Yes! It felt *so*
good. She was just too good at this...
"Ha... haaaaa..." Just as Makoto was about to finally get
into all of this... Ibuki stopped. "...huh? Wh-what... why..."
Ibuki smiled evilly. "Don't worry, Mako. I'm *far* from
done. Be patient."
Patient? Was she nuts? Makoto was about to go crazy. She
needed release, and she needed it now! And here Ibuki was, ready to
*deny* her? Why wouldn't she--oh? Oh! While Makoto had been
seething, Ibuki had simply moved further down her friend's body, and
now, she--she had her mouth--Makoto went crazy after all.
"Mmmmmmmmmggggh!" Makoto let out a low groan as she felt
something warm and wet begin caressing her already soaked p***y. It
couldn't be--but it *was* indeed Ibuki's tongue, running over Makoto's
outer folds through the hair. She didn't think it could get any
better--but then Ibuki slipped it *in*, and she was now kissing *these*
lips as intensely as she had the ones on her face. She could feel
Ibuki's tongue--it was actually moving around *inside* her! She felt
weak again... weaker than she'd ever felt before.
"Oh, ohhh! Ibuki, what... *what* are you -gasp- doing? I
don't think I've -ah!- ever felt so good in my entire--eeeeee!" Makoto
writhed on the bed, her hands gripping the sheets. Her eyes were shut
tighter than before. She had tried to close her legs, but Ibuki would
have none of that--she pinned them open with her hands, and Makoto
simply didn't have the energy to maintain her wits and fight Ibuki's
grip at the same time. There was nothing the karate warrior could do
but succumb. "Ohhhhhh, yes!" Somehow, she didn't mind.
"Mmmm..." Ibuki fingered herself as she continued her oral
action on Makoto. It felt good, of course, but she'd done this lots of
times. But Makoto looked like she was really out of it, she noticed.
This must be entirely new to her. Heck, she probably feels as helpless
as Ibuki did when she first--heeeeey now...
"Unh! Uh! Oh! Ah!" Makoto continued to grunt and groan
and buck her hips under her friend's tongue-lashing. That feeling,
that oh-so-wonderful feeling was growing again, she could feel it--and
any time, any second now, she would come, she would burst, and it would
feel so good. Oh, so very, very--
Ibuki stopped.
"No! Makoto bucked harder, her hips moving up and down
rapidly. "Finish it! Finiiiiiish!"
Ibuki got her evil grin back. "Say it."
"Say *what*--" just then, Makoto realized. "You -aah!- can't
be serious! Now?"
"I *told* you I'd get you to say it sooner or later. Now do
it, or I'm not *going* to finish!" Makoto's hands instantly flew down
to try to finish herself off, but Ibuki grabbed them quickly, and
climbed over her, pinning her arms and legs down. Makoto sniffled.
Couldn't Ibuki see she *needed* this? She couldn't stay weak
forever... "N-no! Hurry up! Just finish! I'm not doing it!"
"No way out, Mako-chan. I win this one!" Just to give her
an incentive, Ibuki blew in the general direction of Makoto's p***y,
causing her friend to shudder beneath her and wiggle even more.
Makoto's eyes were open now, and she struggled, but Ibuki always stayed
just one step ahead of her. "Just say it, and I promise, I'll make it
all better."
Makoto couldn't believe that she was doing this. It pained
her to get the words out. But... if it was her only way out... oh man.
She'd kill her in the morning. Oh yes. "Sensei... Ibuki-sensei...
finish me off, make me come, please..." Her voice cracked in a mixture
of passion and desperation.
Yes! She'd done it! After all these years... Ibuki
celebrated inside. "Well. Since you asked so nicely... of course I
will!" Ibuki moved back down. "Get ready!" she said. As soon as she
said this, she plunged two of her fingers into Makoto, and placed her
mouth directly over her clitoris and sucked attentively.
That did it. Makoto didn't last five seconds. Her eyes shut
tight once again, and her body heaved against Ibuki's fingers. "OH!
I... Ibuki, yes! YES! That's so--thank youuuu aaaaaaahhhhh! Ah! Ah!
Ah! Ahhhhhhh!" Makoto came with a force she didn't think was possible,
her body moving about wildly and her vaginal muscles clamping down hard
on Ibuki's fingers. (Ibuki winced slightly. "Ow..." wink Yes! It was worth
it. It was all worth it. "Ah... haaaaa... haaa..." It took her a good
few *minutes* to come down from this one, and she took in as much
oxygen as she could while doing so. She needed every bit of it.
Makoto opened her eyes. She saw Ibuki lying next to her,
giggling. "You really handled that well," Ibuki said.
"Tomorrow," said Makoto, also giggling, but weakly, "so help
me, you're a dead little girl."
"Suuuuuure I am. Let's just go to sleep, okay?"
The wind came in through window once again, cooling the two
girls off as they drifted into a deep slumber. Both of fell asleep
knowing they'd just shared something beautiful. <Tiring... but
beautiful...> thought Makoto, just before she nodded off.
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Makoto woke up and rubbed her eyes in order to adjust to the
sunlight. She could already hear the murmurs of the many would-be
challengers outside her window. Cripes. She must have overslept.
"Ibuki?" Makoto looked over to one side, and was surprised
to see her gone. Usually they'd spend a few days together when she
came over. Admittedly, she'd been looking forward to more of what
they'd done last night... darn.
It was then that she noticed the note on the pillow that
Ibuki had been sleeping on. She took it in her hands and read it.
-- Hey, Mako-chan,
I decided to let you sleep. It looked like you needed it.
Hee.
Anyway, I'm going to be heading up the junior ninja club.
Isn't that great? Unfortunately, I had to leave earlier today so I
could get back to Kyoto on time. That's why you see this note and not
me.
I really hope I was able to help you out last night. It was
fun, and I hope it was for you too. Just learn to loosen up sometimes,
and you'll have nothing to worry about in life. Seriously. You've got
a lot going for you. Never forget that.
And instead of knocking *all* those guys out this month, why
not *pick* one and spare him? It'll keep you busy until next time I
get over there! Yeah, boys are kinda odd, but it beats sweeping, I'll
tell ya that!
Well, if I stay here any longer, I'm going to miss my bus.
Keep training. And think about what I said. I like you too much to
see you so bored all the time! Seeya!
Your lifelong friend,
"Ibuki-sensei" (Ha! I finally did it! Tee hee!) --
Makoto couldn't help but smile and shake her head. She put
the letter back down on the bed and got out of it, ready to start her
day.
"Thank you," she said, only half to herself.
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