Re: If I Shiver, Please Give Me a Blanket 1/4
anonymous
March 1 2010, 11:46:37 UTC
Minami's idle motions in her hair made Yutaka's legs twitch a little, and only then did either of them come to realize that Minami had a moist spot on her skirt. Yutaka froze. Did Minami wonder the same things? She looked at the tall girl, now blushing even harder than before, a longing in her eyes that was unmistakable. Fine, she would do it.
She leaned her head up from her supportive friend's shoulders and brought her lips to hers. Minami responded instantly, her hands spreading out across Yutaka's body as their kiss grew deeper, descending into the depths of their feelings. They always seemed close to it; Tamura was right. Now, they just admitted what was already there.
Both girls placed a hand on the other's face as their eyes sank closed, everything else sort of alien to them as they merely enjoyed the closeness of their kiss, the wonderful feeling they seemed to have been avoiding for a while. In that one kiss, a thousand words could have been said that wouldn't have done this justice at all. No, between the girl who could barely speak and the girl who would barely speak, the contact, the touch, the sweet taste of each others' lips as their tongues danced, was more than enough.
"Minami-san..." the red-haired girl whispered as hands opened up her shirt. The whisper sent her into another coughing fit, though, this one much more violent than the last.
Through it all, Minami held her close, stroking her hair, planting kisses on her forehead as the coughing fit ran its course. When finally she had gotten the shirt unbuttoned, she opened it up, the coughs finally subsiding as she reached over to grab the small bottle of ointment. "This will help," she said as she placed a dollop on Yutaka's chest, just between her two very small breasts.
Yutaka moaned as Minami's intentions were clear. She wasn't just applying medicine, which was obvious the moment she began sensually spreading the cream on her. It wasn't a rub, it was a massage. The menthol feeling rose up in her chest as the cream went across her body, Minami's hands surprisingly adept at giving massages, kneading the flesh with forceful sensitivity.
Up and down her chest, along her sides, across her ribcage...the hands worked every inch of flesh on her torso, all the while the menthol in the cream making every breath she took tingle, adding a strange sensation to the massage.
Then, once it seemed like things were done, the hands came to her breasts.
She squeaked meekly as the hands took her very small, sensitive breasts and began to work them as well. It was different, though; more careful, more aware, restricted much more to the immediate flesh of her breasts, little as there was to work with. The attention shifted to her fingers, stretching them and letting them do all the work, pinching and kneading and rubbing as Yutaka continued to make sounds that could only be described as moe.
As much as Minami enjoyed the adorable, meek sounds she made, she reignited the flame by planting another deep kiss on her lips. Yutaka's sounds continued, but this time they spilled into Minami's mouth. All the while, the tender treatment continued, Minami now focusing on the nipples, lightly pinching them as her other fingers massaged the skin around her, the menthol sensation of Yutaka's every breath making the massage all the more pleasurable.
Finally, it seemed as though she had enough. Minami drew her hands and lips away, leaving a panting Yutaka with her shirt open, her head dizzy for once not from illness or lack of energy, but from the sweet taste of Minami's lips and her skilled hand work. She looked her friend in the eye and saw that she was enjoying this just as much as she was, sharing every shred of sincerity.
"Minami-san...I want to see you."
"I'm right here," she stated bluntly, frankly bewildered by the statement.
"No, I mean...I'm in pyjamas, it's easy for me to get my clothes off. But you're still fully clothed. I...I want to say your body."
She leaned her head up from her supportive friend's shoulders and brought her lips to hers. Minami responded instantly, her hands spreading out across Yutaka's body as their kiss grew deeper, descending into the depths of their feelings. They always seemed close to it; Tamura was right. Now, they just admitted what was already there.
Both girls placed a hand on the other's face as their eyes sank closed, everything else sort of alien to them as they merely enjoyed the closeness of their kiss, the wonderful feeling they seemed to have been avoiding for a while. In that one kiss, a thousand words could have been said that wouldn't have done this justice at all. No, between the girl who could barely speak and the girl who would barely speak, the contact, the touch, the sweet taste of each others' lips as their tongues danced, was more than enough.
"Minami-san..." the red-haired girl whispered as hands opened up her shirt. The whisper sent her into another coughing fit, though, this one much more violent than the
last.
Through it all, Minami held her close, stroking her hair, planting kisses on her forehead as the coughing fit ran its course. When finally she had gotten the shirt unbuttoned, she opened it up, the coughs finally subsiding as she reached over to grab the small bottle of ointment. "This will help," she said as she placed a dollop on Yutaka's chest, just between her two very small breasts.
Yutaka moaned as Minami's intentions were clear. She wasn't just applying medicine, which was obvious the moment she began sensually spreading the cream on her. It wasn't a rub, it was a massage. The menthol feeling rose up in her chest as the cream went across her body, Minami's hands surprisingly adept at giving massages, kneading the flesh with forceful sensitivity.
Up and down her chest, along her sides, across her ribcage...the hands worked every inch of flesh on her torso, all the while the menthol in the cream making every breath she took tingle, adding a strange sensation to the massage.
Then, once it seemed like things were done, the hands came to her breasts.
She squeaked meekly as the hands took her very small, sensitive breasts and began to work them as well. It was different, though; more careful, more aware, restricted much more to the immediate flesh of her breasts, little as there was to work with. The attention shifted to her fingers, stretching them and letting them do all the work, pinching and kneading and rubbing as Yutaka continued to make sounds that could only be described as moe.
As much as Minami enjoyed the adorable, meek sounds she made, she reignited the flame by planting another deep kiss on her lips. Yutaka's sounds continued, but this time they spilled into Minami's mouth. All the while, the tender treatment continued, Minami now focusing on the nipples, lightly pinching them as her other fingers massaged the skin around her, the menthol sensation of Yutaka's every breath making the massage all the more pleasurable.
Finally, it seemed as though she had enough. Minami drew her hands and lips away, leaving a panting Yutaka with her shirt open, her head dizzy for once not from illness or lack of energy, but from the sweet taste of Minami's lips and her skilled hand work. She looked her friend in the eye and saw that she was enjoying this just as much as she was, sharing every shred of sincerity.
"Minami-san...I want to see you."
"I'm right here," she stated bluntly, frankly bewildered by the statement.
"No, I mean...I'm in pyjamas, it's easy for me to get my clothes off. But you're still fully clothed. I...I want to say your body."
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