Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter One
It always takes me longer than expected but here I am once again!
So, good news is this story is going on :)
But first and foremost, we need to take a step back. In order to go properly forward I'd like to give an insight about the nature of the relationship between Nishikiko and Kurako, hence this couple of chapters with a higher rate also.
FULL DISCLAIMER: The story and the serious (?) plot (there IS one, or more than one ^^) will take off starting next chapter, mainly PG and PG13 rated. So if NC17 stuff is not your cup of tea, you can skip this "almost stand-alone" chapter and you won’t miss (almost) anything. I wish you can give it a try though: it's sweet and cheeky.
I'll appreciate your effort and I can almost guarantee you won't be disappointed :)
It's long and detailed but also cute and sweet and (possibly) sexy at the same time. I really wanted a chapter explaining how these two girls got so deep into each other, in a very natural way ~
I hope you enjoy, but please let me know. Criticism is constructive!
Thanks!
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Title: Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter One
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8 - Kyanjani8/Canjani8
- future: crossover with Gomen ne Seishun and Clover AU-verse
Pairings: RyOhkura (Nishikiko x Kurako)
- future: multiple TORN pairings (yes!) with Hara Heisuke x Kurako, Tsuge Susumu x Nishikiko (later on)
Rating: NC17 (nudity, graphic description of sex between girls)
Length: chaptered
Words: 3130
Genre: AU (Kyanjani8!verse), fluff, romance, smut, friendship. Lesbian pairing.
Disclaimer: For those who are not comfortable with high-rated contents: you can freely skip this stand-alone chapter, as the story is starting off from next one (please stay tuned). This prequels aims to describe the exact nature of Kurako and Nishikiko relationship and how and when it started being a really closer one. This was due in order to understand how both of them will move on in the story which will follow.
I don’t own these girls nor their male counterparts. Underage characters act willing on their own consent.
Summary: Prequel / Flashback set during Junior High School, almost one year before the Prologue ( Chapter Zero). Nishikiko and Kurako find a hotter way toward each other.
Written on: 23th July 2015 - 16th August 2015
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On the first semester of their third year at junior high there had been an harsh argument between them.
About a guy.
Nishikiko had not laid an eye on her best friend Kurako since then, and even after the relationship between the latter and Matsumoto Jun was over, long time had passed before they could mutually admit how much they had missed each other.
Sisters before misters.
Muds before studs.
And then, their closeness was even stronger than before.
In her bedroom, Nishikiko was unbuttoning her school uniform; Kurako was already sitting on the edge of her bed with her long legs to one side, topless in her school skirt and socks.
Once in her underwear only, the brown-haired girl unhooked her own bra and joined her friend on the other side of the bed, while Kurako was busy looking at some plastic papers in her hands. A few others were scattered on the sheets between them.
- Which one do you think we should choose? I want a pretty one - Kurako said.
Nishikiko took an elastic band from her nightstand and tied her hair up in a loose bun on top of her head; she checked on the neatly tanned skin of her body then, musing a little at the slightly lighter shade around her little breasts.
Sometimes she wished she could be a boy and go sunbathe topless; some others, she wondered why she could just not do it anyway, as she had pretty much nothing to hide on her chest.
Kurako always complained about it not being classy, though, and the result was, of course, the couple of white spots marking her breasts.
Nishikiko sighed and pulled her legs up on her chest, then glanced at the collection of papers between her and Kurako.
There were dozens of tiny, sparkly and coloured illustrations, from little hearts to fluffy wings and cute animals and reproduction of sweets and cakes.
- Mmh... I don't know, they're all a bit too childish. Those hearts are not so bad, though - she suddenly pointed to a couple of entangled hearts, coloured in green and yellow.
Kurako picked up her friend's choice and placed it on her left breast.
- How's that?
- Sappy - Nishikiko sentenced - No way, I want something definitely better than this.
- And cuter - Kurako said smiling, and having Nishikiko grinning back.
In order to celebrate their renewed close friendship, they had decided to apply some fake matching tattoo right above their hearts, declaiming the tight bond not even guys could shatter.
- This one looks cute - Kurako picked up a small green pattern, which Nishikiko later recognized as a four-leafed clover.
- Nope - she grimaced.
- Why not? It's also green, that's my favourite colour!
- I know. That's exactly because I don't want it, you know I don't like that shade - Nishikiko grinned, glancing up at her friend.
- You're so cruel, Nishichan… - Kurako sadly pouted.
- It does not convey any special meaning for the two of us and it resembles so much an ordinary flower, c'mon... - Nishikiko explained, while searching for another pattern - I want something more special. Like this one, what do you think?
She lifted another little tattoo on its plastic film.
- It's a yellow guitar.
- So what?
- It's lame.
- Golden is not lame! - Nishikiko screeched.
- Golden is not, but that thing is yellow, and yellow IS - Kurako pointed out - and I don't care a damn thing if you have a soft spot for that colour. I do not, and this yellow tattoo just sucks.
- You've got such an horrible taste with colours, Ohkura. This one would be perfect - she insisted, looking better at the pattern details.
- It might be okay for you, not for me. I'm not a guitar addicted and will never be, by the way.
She glanced up and noticed Nishikiko was about to retort badly, so she quickly added:
- I'm not saying you cannot stick it on you if you like it. It would suit you and look great on your hip, by the way - she conceded Nishikiko, in a sweeter voice - it's just... it would not be "our" special tattoo, right?
It took Nishikiko a long moment before nodding, but she eventually did, muttering that Kurako was fairly right.
She looked down the plastic paper scattered on her bed, searching for the right one.
- Hey! I found it!
She showed Kurako a sparkly red tattoo, and when the latter saw it pictured a grinning mouth with sharp teeth, she looked horrified.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Kurako asked.
Nishikiko rolled her eyes and snatched the plastic paper from her friend's hands.
- It's supposed to mean exactly what it depicts: a happy and grinning red mouth.
- And what the heck it should tell about our bond?
- That we rock! It rocks, right?
- No, it does NOT.
- C'mon, your next boyfriend would like it so much, to find such a little surprise right on your breast - Nishikiko insisted - he would-
- Anyway - Kurako cut her in - I don't want a horrible biting mouth on my heart. And what’s with the mention those teeth are trying to hide? Kanjani8? Are you NUTS, Nishichan?! It's not cute at ALL. And that's all.
- You're so hard to please - Nishikiko grumbled.
- Of course I am - Kurako giggled - Now have a look and please tell me what you do see - she placed the red tattoo above her heart and waited for Nishikiko's opinion.
Her best friend's black eyes darted from Kurako's gaze to her breasts and rested there for a longer moment than expected.
Kurako's chest was soft and round enough for guys to sink their face into it, and Nishikiko had always envied her friend for that, for her own curves looked almost no-existent.
- It would always look like I've got an awful hickey to hide, right? - Kurako's clear voice brought Nishikiko suddenly back to reality. She sniggered, joining her hands together and stretching her arms in front of her.
- Something's wrong, Nishichan? - Kurako frowned, her voice sweet and caring.
- Nope. I just see you've got the perfect breasts I don't, and that's unfair. I wish I could have your boobs, you know.
Kurako looked slightly taken aback.
- Yours are fine, Nishichan - Kurako gently said.
- Not as fine as yours. You got just the perfect size, I envy you so much.
- You know you're so much more than a bra size - Kurako sweetly added.
Nishikiko jumped up and walked in front of Kurako, her hands both on her hips.
- Probably. But it must feel so much better when you've got more flesh to play with.
- It depends on who is the one touching - Kurako pointed out.
Nishikiko sat slowly on her heels, at Kurako’s feet, and rested her chin on her friend's joined knees.
She grabbed the hem of Kurako's skirt and played with its fabric, as if unsure how to ask what she did have in her mind.
She decided to go as blunt as usual.
- Did MatsuJun grope your boobs a lot?
- Uhm... standard-like, but he did fine - Kurako answered. She stretched out a hand to caress Nishikiko's head and pulled her loose bun free, a cascade of wavy brown hair hurling down all around her skirt and mattress. Nishikiko shook her head though, brushing them past her shoulders.
She suddenly propped herself up on her knees and slipped between Kurako's parted legs; she lifted her hands, palming both of Kurako's breasts, much to the latter's flush and whimper of surprise.
She stared at her best friend, who stared boldly back at her; the sexy mole under Nishikiko's left eye seemed also to wink at her.
- Was he better than me? - she asked sweetly, squeezing gently Kurako's flesh.
The taller girl shifted a bit, as if to make sure she was as comfortable as Nishikiko seemed to be, nude breasts caught into her best friend's soft hands. And she was, for she sheepishly smiled at Nishikiko as if confirming her she could do as she wished.
- Probably not - Kurako replied, and her words seemed also to boost Nishikiko's boldness, as the brown-haired girl brushed both nipples with her thumbs, then squeezed Kurako's skin a lot harder, leaving a faint red mark soon after.
She opened her palms and the breasts bounced a little, free from the constraints.
Nishikiko giggled, shaking her head.
- I knew it feels better when you have big boobs. And it also looks a million times better - she said, standing suddenly up from her knelt position.
- It feels better when you're okay with people touching you like this - Kurako insisted, grabbing Nishikiko's wrist.
She closed her legs shut and motioned for her best friend to straddle her lap - Have a sit.
Nishikiko obeyed, but when she sat down with her legs wide open she realized she was in her panties only, and for a moment she felt too daring. The following one, she was looking up at Kurako's dark eyes, confirming her that it was rather okay having the both of them like that.
Kurako placed one of Nishikiko's hands back on her chest.
- This feeling is not with everyone, you know.
She leaned a bit backwards, her hands back on the sheets to steady her, as she arched her spine the best she could.
The trapped curve softened under Nishikiko's hand, fitting perfectly her palm all around.
Nishikiko squeezed and rubbed her skin up and forth, enjoying the smoothness that obeyed so gently to her movements. She glanced at her friend's left breast: should she bend down from where she was, it would be just inches from her face.
- Can I, can't I? - she asked in a hoarse, throaty voice.
- Why do you ask?
Nishikiko could hear the faint smile in Kurako's voice, so she leaned down and actually did so, kissing her friend's rosy halo; she licked it with the tip of her tongue then, and watched nearly amazed as the sensitive skin turned hard under her so feeble touch.
Her mouth went up, choosing to suck up a bit from the round flesh she adored so much.
Kurako quivered a bit when Nishikiko pulled away, grinning at her.
- That's the hickey you feared so much. Serves you just right - she said, utterly proud of herself.
- The only thing I fear is when things aren't the way they are supposed to be - Kurako pointed out, going back to caress Nishikiko's strands of hair - and as I said, that tattoo sucks.
- Sucks - Nishikiko repeated, smirking, before going back as well with more hickeys, Kurako occasionally moaning from the slightly rough ministrations and holding tight onto her own arms, in order not to lose her balance.
When she thought she was done, Nishikiko nuzzled her head onto such beloved softness, her right cheek resting onto Kurako's heated up breasts.
- Your skin is white, yet so hot - she whispered, the mellow tone of her voice resembling a child's - I like it so much.
Kurako straightened up; her arms went around Nishikiko, holding her closer.
Her hands ran down her thick hair on her back, through her spine and lower back; she placed them on her friend's hipbones then, pushing her slightly away in order to look straight at Nishikiko's body.
She caressed her slightly sloping bare shoulders and forced her also to straighten up a bit, her golden skin almost like a soft peach, in the warm light of the afternoon.
Nishikiko was thinner than her yet stronger, in both a physical and psychological way. She complained a lot about her little body, her small breasts, her lack of proper tan and so on, though none of her plaints managed to keep boys away from her. And sometimes Kurako was jealous, for Nishikiko's taste with males did not always pick up the best of choices.
Kurako sat properly back, and her arms went around the girl in her lap, holding her closer.
Her hands ran down her thick hair on Nishikiko's back, through her spine and lower back; she placed them on her friend's hipbones then, pushing her slightly away in order to look straight at Nishikiko's body.
She brushed her fingers on the slope of Nishikiko's shoulders and lifted her chin up.
- Show me off, you cheeky girl - she asked her in a whisper.
- There's pretty nothing much to show off right here - Nishikiko growled, glancing at Kurako's bosom and pointing then at her much less abundant chest.
- I do not agree. Strut a bit the way you're so used to, c'mon - Kurako pleaded her, shaking her own torso a bit and motioning for Nishikiko to do the same.
The other girl pouted but arched her back the best she could.
- Good girl - Kurako giggled.
- Seriously, Ohkura, you don't want to hear the obscene slapstick sound of a man's lips on my flat chest - Nishikiko said, tucking a rebel strand of brown hair behind her ear.
- It's you who lacks sense when it comes to choose a guy, if you prefer them for the way they peek at your butt instead of seeing you as a whole, Nishichan - Kurako scolded her - And I'm no man, by the way.
She leaned a bit forward in order to kiss the skin right above her friend's décolleté, then bent down and placed her clasped lips over the peak, which hardened straight away.
She flicked Nishikiko's nipple down-up with the tip of her tongue, hardly stroking the skin yet repeating doing so many times, each titillating the flesh, which bounced gracefully in response.
Nishikiko seemed mesmerized by her moves and couldn't help but keep staring, even when Kurako pulled away to do the same to her other breast. She felt like blushing, and she blinked twice to try and stop her flush from burning her cheeks. The way she had been touched by her guys so far had been gross indeed, not like Kurako's, sexy and sweet at the same time.
No obscene sounds. Not at all. Just too much caring affection, so much her heart started to ache in a rather unprecedented way for her, together with some hotness tingling her insides.
Nishikiko also wondered whether her best friend had really been the luckiest with boys, or maybe she wasn't so different from her; maybe her bold caresses, now, meant to give her all the attentions she had not gained for herself yet.
One way or another, it felt great.
Kurako pulled away once again, this time, in order to cup Nishikiko's little breasts and lift them up towards one another; they barely brushed each other but she bent down and kissed each, before rubbing the thumbs onto the skin and letting go only when Nishikiko was not able anymore to repress the soft moans between her gritted teeth.
- You see? Your boobs are as much fun as you wish, Nishichan - Kurako let out, grinning. Her hands caught both of Nishikiko's elbows, making her friend arch her spine even more.
The muscles of the breasts were at their hardest like that, so Kurako bent and widened her mouth before closing it around the skin, taking its flesh fully into her mouth and sucking sweetly at both her skin and sensitive peak.
Nishikiko gaped, feeling said tongue apply a fair amount of pressure on her breast before sucking harder on her.
Her throbbing chest and Kurako's mouth felt like one, they felt like melting together.
The little noises Kurako made during her suckling were almost driving her mad, mad in a crazy way, so she tugged at her friend's pigtails and dug her nails into her hair, knowing she was far from harming her seriously.
Kurako backed off and looked up, smiling a little at her. Nishikiko noticed she seemed also to be blushing, and that made her friend look beautifully innocent.
She was soon given a generous lick of her other breast, Kurako's tongue making it bounce a little under her passage. Kurako cocked her head to one side then and her tongue twirled around Nishikiko's other nipple; she heard her mate gape, crying out in sudden awe when her teeth carefully nibbled at it.
She went back sucking at the soft skin and the more she did, the more Nishikiko panted and groaned, whispering her name over and over.
And when Kurako pulled away and gently blew some hot breath onto the puffy heated skin, it felt just natural for Nishikiko to lift Kurako's chin up and look at her in a way she had never done before.
It felt just natural to lean over Kurako's mouth and let the tip of her own tongue lick the edge of her upper lip, where her beautiful mole was.
And it felt just natural to have their breaths coming out a bit over excited about that. Their gazes locked at the same time, long eyelashes partially hiding the dark iris of their almond eyes.
Kurako slowly closed her lids and Nishikiko softly pressed her lips against her friend's, but she pulled abruptly away as soon as she realized, flushing, there was some more unexpected skin contact.
She looked down, where their breasts had bumped against one another.
It felt awkward and natural at the same time, so much that Kurako's body pressed more into her, intentionally rubbing her hardened nipples against Nishikiko's.
The soft friction of their breasts touching was as was much new as welcome.
It felt accommodating rather than weird, smooth and fluffy and fairly different from the scraping sensation of a man's chest that sometimes drove her mad indeed. But right now, it felt like it was all tying them even closer, toward one another.
Nishikiko smiled shyly at her mate; she lifted an arm and brushed Kurako's bangs away from her cheek, tucking the strands of hair behind her left ear.
She leaned forward until she could nuzzle her nose beside her friend's long one, and this time she parted her mouth and allowed Kurako's tongue to lick her upper lip and explore the edges of her teeth, back and forth.
She did awesomely and Nishikiko groaned feebly, needing for more. She caught Kurako's bottom lip between her teeth and pulled, pulled her closer, her effort ending up in a much desired, actual kiss.
**going on next chapter**
So, good news is this story is going on :)
But first and foremost, we need to take a step back. In order to go properly forward I'd like to give an insight about the nature of the relationship between Nishikiko and Kurako, hence this couple of chapters with a higher rate also.
FULL DISCLAIMER: The story and the serious (?) plot (there IS one, or more than one ^^) will take off starting next chapter, mainly PG and PG13 rated. So if NC17 stuff is not your cup of tea, you can skip this "almost stand-alone" chapter and you won’t miss (almost) anything. I wish you can give it a try though: it's sweet and cheeky.
I'll appreciate your effort and I can almost guarantee you won't be disappointed :)
It's long and detailed but also cute and sweet and (possibly) sexy at the same time. I really wanted a chapter explaining how these two girls got so deep into each other, in a very natural way ~
I hope you enjoy, but please let me know. Criticism is constructive!
Thanks!
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Title: Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter One
Author: lalois
Fandom: Kanjani8 - Kyanjani8/Canjani8
- future: crossover with Gomen ne Seishun and Clover AU-verse
Pairings: RyOhkura (Nishikiko x Kurako)
- future: multiple TORN pairings (yes!) with Hara Heisuke x Kurako, Tsuge Susumu x Nishikiko (later on)
Rating: NC17 (nudity, graphic description of sex between girls)
Length: chaptered
Words: 3130
Genre: AU (Kyanjani8!verse), fluff, romance, smut, friendship. Lesbian pairing.
Disclaimer: For those who are not comfortable with high-rated contents: you can freely skip this stand-alone chapter, as the story is starting off from next one (please stay tuned). This prequels aims to describe the exact nature of Kurako and Nishikiko relationship and how and when it started being a really closer one. This was due in order to understand how both of them will move on in the story which will follow.
I don’t own these girls nor their male counterparts. Underage characters act willing on their own consent.
Summary: Prequel / Flashback set during Junior High School, almost one year before the Prologue ( Chapter Zero). Nishikiko and Kurako find a hotter way toward each other.
Written on: 23th July 2015 - 16th August 2015
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On the first semester of their third year at junior high there had been an harsh argument between them.
About a guy.
Nishikiko had not laid an eye on her best friend Kurako since then, and even after the relationship between the latter and Matsumoto Jun was over, long time had passed before they could mutually admit how much they had missed each other.
Sisters before misters.
Muds before studs.
And then, their closeness was even stronger than before.
In her bedroom, Nishikiko was unbuttoning her school uniform; Kurako was already sitting on the edge of her bed with her long legs to one side, topless in her school skirt and socks.
Once in her underwear only, the brown-haired girl unhooked her own bra and joined her friend on the other side of the bed, while Kurako was busy looking at some plastic papers in her hands. A few others were scattered on the sheets between them.
- Which one do you think we should choose? I want a pretty one - Kurako said.
Nishikiko took an elastic band from her nightstand and tied her hair up in a loose bun on top of her head; she checked on the neatly tanned skin of her body then, musing a little at the slightly lighter shade around her little breasts.
Sometimes she wished she could be a boy and go sunbathe topless; some others, she wondered why she could just not do it anyway, as she had pretty much nothing to hide on her chest.
Kurako always complained about it not being classy, though, and the result was, of course, the couple of white spots marking her breasts.
Nishikiko sighed and pulled her legs up on her chest, then glanced at the collection of papers between her and Kurako.
There were dozens of tiny, sparkly and coloured illustrations, from little hearts to fluffy wings and cute animals and reproduction of sweets and cakes.
- Mmh... I don't know, they're all a bit too childish. Those hearts are not so bad, though - she suddenly pointed to a couple of entangled hearts, coloured in green and yellow.
Kurako picked up her friend's choice and placed it on her left breast.
- How's that?
- Sappy - Nishikiko sentenced - No way, I want something definitely better than this.
- And cuter - Kurako said smiling, and having Nishikiko grinning back.
In order to celebrate their renewed close friendship, they had decided to apply some fake matching tattoo right above their hearts, declaiming the tight bond not even guys could shatter.
- This one looks cute - Kurako picked up a small green pattern, which Nishikiko later recognized as a four-leafed clover.
- Nope - she grimaced.
- Why not? It's also green, that's my favourite colour!
- I know. That's exactly because I don't want it, you know I don't like that shade - Nishikiko grinned, glancing up at her friend.
- You're so cruel, Nishichan… - Kurako sadly pouted.
- It does not convey any special meaning for the two of us and it resembles so much an ordinary flower, c'mon... - Nishikiko explained, while searching for another pattern - I want something more special. Like this one, what do you think?
She lifted another little tattoo on its plastic film.
- It's a yellow guitar.
- So what?
- It's lame.
- Golden is not lame! - Nishikiko screeched.
- Golden is not, but that thing is yellow, and yellow IS - Kurako pointed out - and I don't care a damn thing if you have a soft spot for that colour. I do not, and this yellow tattoo just sucks.
- You've got such an horrible taste with colours, Ohkura. This one would be perfect - she insisted, looking better at the pattern details.
- It might be okay for you, not for me. I'm not a guitar addicted and will never be, by the way.
She glanced up and noticed Nishikiko was about to retort badly, so she quickly added:
- I'm not saying you cannot stick it on you if you like it. It would suit you and look great on your hip, by the way - she conceded Nishikiko, in a sweeter voice - it's just... it would not be "our" special tattoo, right?
It took Nishikiko a long moment before nodding, but she eventually did, muttering that Kurako was fairly right.
She looked down the plastic paper scattered on her bed, searching for the right one.
- Hey! I found it!
She showed Kurako a sparkly red tattoo, and when the latter saw it pictured a grinning mouth with sharp teeth, she looked horrified.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Kurako asked.
Nishikiko rolled her eyes and snatched the plastic paper from her friend's hands.
- It's supposed to mean exactly what it depicts: a happy and grinning red mouth.
- And what the heck it should tell about our bond?
- That we rock! It rocks, right?
- No, it does NOT.
- C'mon, your next boyfriend would like it so much, to find such a little surprise right on your breast - Nishikiko insisted - he would-
- Anyway - Kurako cut her in - I don't want a horrible biting mouth on my heart. And what’s with the mention those teeth are trying to hide? Kanjani8? Are you NUTS, Nishichan?! It's not cute at ALL. And that's all.
- You're so hard to please - Nishikiko grumbled.
- Of course I am - Kurako giggled - Now have a look and please tell me what you do see - she placed the red tattoo above her heart and waited for Nishikiko's opinion.
Her best friend's black eyes darted from Kurako's gaze to her breasts and rested there for a longer moment than expected.
Kurako's chest was soft and round enough for guys to sink their face into it, and Nishikiko had always envied her friend for that, for her own curves looked almost no-existent.
- It would always look like I've got an awful hickey to hide, right? - Kurako's clear voice brought Nishikiko suddenly back to reality. She sniggered, joining her hands together and stretching her arms in front of her.
- Something's wrong, Nishichan? - Kurako frowned, her voice sweet and caring.
- Nope. I just see you've got the perfect breasts I don't, and that's unfair. I wish I could have your boobs, you know.
Kurako looked slightly taken aback.
- Yours are fine, Nishichan - Kurako gently said.
- Not as fine as yours. You got just the perfect size, I envy you so much.
- You know you're so much more than a bra size - Kurako sweetly added.
Nishikiko jumped up and walked in front of Kurako, her hands both on her hips.
- Probably. But it must feel so much better when you've got more flesh to play with.
- It depends on who is the one touching - Kurako pointed out.
Nishikiko sat slowly on her heels, at Kurako’s feet, and rested her chin on her friend's joined knees.
She grabbed the hem of Kurako's skirt and played with its fabric, as if unsure how to ask what she did have in her mind.
She decided to go as blunt as usual.
- Did MatsuJun grope your boobs a lot?
- Uhm... standard-like, but he did fine - Kurako answered. She stretched out a hand to caress Nishikiko's head and pulled her loose bun free, a cascade of wavy brown hair hurling down all around her skirt and mattress. Nishikiko shook her head though, brushing them past her shoulders.
She suddenly propped herself up on her knees and slipped between Kurako's parted legs; she lifted her hands, palming both of Kurako's breasts, much to the latter's flush and whimper of surprise.
She stared at her best friend, who stared boldly back at her; the sexy mole under Nishikiko's left eye seemed also to wink at her.
- Was he better than me? - she asked sweetly, squeezing gently Kurako's flesh.
The taller girl shifted a bit, as if to make sure she was as comfortable as Nishikiko seemed to be, nude breasts caught into her best friend's soft hands. And she was, for she sheepishly smiled at Nishikiko as if confirming her she could do as she wished.
- Probably not - Kurako replied, and her words seemed also to boost Nishikiko's boldness, as the brown-haired girl brushed both nipples with her thumbs, then squeezed Kurako's skin a lot harder, leaving a faint red mark soon after.
She opened her palms and the breasts bounced a little, free from the constraints.
Nishikiko giggled, shaking her head.
- I knew it feels better when you have big boobs. And it also looks a million times better - she said, standing suddenly up from her knelt position.
- It feels better when you're okay with people touching you like this - Kurako insisted, grabbing Nishikiko's wrist.
She closed her legs shut and motioned for her best friend to straddle her lap - Have a sit.
Nishikiko obeyed, but when she sat down with her legs wide open she realized she was in her panties only, and for a moment she felt too daring. The following one, she was looking up at Kurako's dark eyes, confirming her that it was rather okay having the both of them like that.
Kurako placed one of Nishikiko's hands back on her chest.
- This feeling is not with everyone, you know.
She leaned a bit backwards, her hands back on the sheets to steady her, as she arched her spine the best she could.
The trapped curve softened under Nishikiko's hand, fitting perfectly her palm all around.
Nishikiko squeezed and rubbed her skin up and forth, enjoying the smoothness that obeyed so gently to her movements. She glanced at her friend's left breast: should she bend down from where she was, it would be just inches from her face.
- Can I, can't I? - she asked in a hoarse, throaty voice.
- Why do you ask?
Nishikiko could hear the faint smile in Kurako's voice, so she leaned down and actually did so, kissing her friend's rosy halo; she licked it with the tip of her tongue then, and watched nearly amazed as the sensitive skin turned hard under her so feeble touch.
Her mouth went up, choosing to suck up a bit from the round flesh she adored so much.
Kurako quivered a bit when Nishikiko pulled away, grinning at her.
- That's the hickey you feared so much. Serves you just right - she said, utterly proud of herself.
- The only thing I fear is when things aren't the way they are supposed to be - Kurako pointed out, going back to caress Nishikiko's strands of hair - and as I said, that tattoo sucks.
- Sucks - Nishikiko repeated, smirking, before going back as well with more hickeys, Kurako occasionally moaning from the slightly rough ministrations and holding tight onto her own arms, in order not to lose her balance.
When she thought she was done, Nishikiko nuzzled her head onto such beloved softness, her right cheek resting onto Kurako's heated up breasts.
- Your skin is white, yet so hot - she whispered, the mellow tone of her voice resembling a child's - I like it so much.
Kurako straightened up; her arms went around Nishikiko, holding her closer.
Her hands ran down her thick hair on her back, through her spine and lower back; she placed them on her friend's hipbones then, pushing her slightly away in order to look straight at Nishikiko's body.
She caressed her slightly sloping bare shoulders and forced her also to straighten up a bit, her golden skin almost like a soft peach, in the warm light of the afternoon.
Nishikiko was thinner than her yet stronger, in both a physical and psychological way. She complained a lot about her little body, her small breasts, her lack of proper tan and so on, though none of her plaints managed to keep boys away from her. And sometimes Kurako was jealous, for Nishikiko's taste with males did not always pick up the best of choices.
Kurako sat properly back, and her arms went around the girl in her lap, holding her closer.
Her hands ran down her thick hair on Nishikiko's back, through her spine and lower back; she placed them on her friend's hipbones then, pushing her slightly away in order to look straight at Nishikiko's body.
She brushed her fingers on the slope of Nishikiko's shoulders and lifted her chin up.
- Show me off, you cheeky girl - she asked her in a whisper.
- There's pretty nothing much to show off right here - Nishikiko growled, glancing at Kurako's bosom and pointing then at her much less abundant chest.
- I do not agree. Strut a bit the way you're so used to, c'mon - Kurako pleaded her, shaking her own torso a bit and motioning for Nishikiko to do the same.
The other girl pouted but arched her back the best she could.
- Good girl - Kurako giggled.
- Seriously, Ohkura, you don't want to hear the obscene slapstick sound of a man's lips on my flat chest - Nishikiko said, tucking a rebel strand of brown hair behind her ear.
- It's you who lacks sense when it comes to choose a guy, if you prefer them for the way they peek at your butt instead of seeing you as a whole, Nishichan - Kurako scolded her - And I'm no man, by the way.
She leaned a bit forward in order to kiss the skin right above her friend's décolleté, then bent down and placed her clasped lips over the peak, which hardened straight away.
She flicked Nishikiko's nipple down-up with the tip of her tongue, hardly stroking the skin yet repeating doing so many times, each titillating the flesh, which bounced gracefully in response.
Nishikiko seemed mesmerized by her moves and couldn't help but keep staring, even when Kurako pulled away to do the same to her other breast. She felt like blushing, and she blinked twice to try and stop her flush from burning her cheeks. The way she had been touched by her guys so far had been gross indeed, not like Kurako's, sexy and sweet at the same time.
No obscene sounds. Not at all. Just too much caring affection, so much her heart started to ache in a rather unprecedented way for her, together with some hotness tingling her insides.
Nishikiko also wondered whether her best friend had really been the luckiest with boys, or maybe she wasn't so different from her; maybe her bold caresses, now, meant to give her all the attentions she had not gained for herself yet.
One way or another, it felt great.
Kurako pulled away once again, this time, in order to cup Nishikiko's little breasts and lift them up towards one another; they barely brushed each other but she bent down and kissed each, before rubbing the thumbs onto the skin and letting go only when Nishikiko was not able anymore to repress the soft moans between her gritted teeth.
- You see? Your boobs are as much fun as you wish, Nishichan - Kurako let out, grinning. Her hands caught both of Nishikiko's elbows, making her friend arch her spine even more.
The muscles of the breasts were at their hardest like that, so Kurako bent and widened her mouth before closing it around the skin, taking its flesh fully into her mouth and sucking sweetly at both her skin and sensitive peak.
Nishikiko gaped, feeling said tongue apply a fair amount of pressure on her breast before sucking harder on her.
Her throbbing chest and Kurako's mouth felt like one, they felt like melting together.
The little noises Kurako made during her suckling were almost driving her mad, mad in a crazy way, so she tugged at her friend's pigtails and dug her nails into her hair, knowing she was far from harming her seriously.
Kurako backed off and looked up, smiling a little at her. Nishikiko noticed she seemed also to be blushing, and that made her friend look beautifully innocent.
She was soon given a generous lick of her other breast, Kurako's tongue making it bounce a little under her passage. Kurako cocked her head to one side then and her tongue twirled around Nishikiko's other nipple; she heard her mate gape, crying out in sudden awe when her teeth carefully nibbled at it.
She went back sucking at the soft skin and the more she did, the more Nishikiko panted and groaned, whispering her name over and over.
And when Kurako pulled away and gently blew some hot breath onto the puffy heated skin, it felt just natural for Nishikiko to lift Kurako's chin up and look at her in a way she had never done before.
It felt just natural to lean over Kurako's mouth and let the tip of her own tongue lick the edge of her upper lip, where her beautiful mole was.
And it felt just natural to have their breaths coming out a bit over excited about that. Their gazes locked at the same time, long eyelashes partially hiding the dark iris of their almond eyes.
Kurako slowly closed her lids and Nishikiko softly pressed her lips against her friend's, but she pulled abruptly away as soon as she realized, flushing, there was some more unexpected skin contact.
She looked down, where their breasts had bumped against one another.
It felt awkward and natural at the same time, so much that Kurako's body pressed more into her, intentionally rubbing her hardened nipples against Nishikiko's.
The soft friction of their breasts touching was as was much new as welcome.
It felt accommodating rather than weird, smooth and fluffy and fairly different from the scraping sensation of a man's chest that sometimes drove her mad indeed. But right now, it felt like it was all tying them even closer, toward one another.
Nishikiko smiled shyly at her mate; she lifted an arm and brushed Kurako's bangs away from her cheek, tucking the strands of hair behind her left ear.
She leaned forward until she could nuzzle her nose beside her friend's long one, and this time she parted her mouth and allowed Kurako's tongue to lick her upper lip and explore the edges of her teeth, back and forth.
She did awesomely and Nishikiko groaned feebly, needing for more. She caught Kurako's bottom lip between her teeth and pulled, pulled her closer, her effort ending up in a much desired, actual kiss.
**going on next chapter**