Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter Two
Hi! Do I need to say how remorseful I feel for not having the possibility of posting this second part sooner T_T?
I'm deeply sorry, I hope you haven't forgotten about this story in the meantime... thanks <3
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Title: Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter Two
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 (Hara Heisuke x Kurako, Tsuge Susumu x Nishikiko)
Rating: NC17 (nudity, graphic description of sex between girls)
Length: chaptered
Words: 3776
Genre: AU (Kyanjani8!verse), fluff, romance, smut, friendship. Lesbian pairing.
Disclaimer: For those who are not comfortable with high-rated contents: this is a stand-alone chapter and the story is starting off from next one (please stay tuned). This prequel aims to describe the exact nature of Kurako and Nishikiko relationship, 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: Flashback set during Junior High School, almost one year before the Prologue. Nishikiko and Kurako find a hotter way toward each other.
Written on: 23th July 2015 - 16th August 2015
Previous chapters: Prologue, Chapter One
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They lingered slowly on each other's lips, exploring and nibbling; they tasted each other little by little, lip by lip, the tips of their tongues savouring gently its twin.
A real kiss, between them.
Their first real one, yet not the first one.
They had exchanged several kisses for trying out, before going out with some boys. And they had kissed at some friends' house, after losing a bet. But so far, they had yet to share a kiss for the sake of kissing and tasting each other thoroughly.
By pulling back, Nishikiko felt the need of making sure she was okay and Kurako also was.
They opened their eyes at the same time and the question died there, for they could read each other's thick emotion right into each other's orbs.
They both seemed to be more at ease with each other now than with anyone else before, even with kisses and touching involved.
Nishikiko wondered if Kurako could feel her throbbing heartbeat through their breast touching, but when she met her eyes again it was not this important anymore, for Kurako closed her lids, bent and claimed her mouth again.
She cupped both of Kurako's cheeks in order to deepen the kiss, and she felt her friend's slender fingers tickling her a bit as those tips brushed along her sides and held her closer.
Kurako's aroused nipples rubbed repeatedly against her own, and a muffled moan escaped Nishikiko's lips in realizing how soft and sexy it felt, while their make-out session seemed to have no end.
Nishikiko shifted a bit to one side, and as a result her nipples stopped scraping Kurako's; one of her best friend's soft curves fell right between her almost flat ones, filling its wide hollow nearly perfectly.
It felt amazing, as if the rim of her ribs was the only niche Kurako's breast truly belonged to.
And it felt even better -or worse- when Kurako straightened herself a bit and Nishikiko felt said hardened rosy peak wander up to her sternum, marking her, making her choke at the overwhelming sensation of heat spreading from her chest throughout all over her body.
As Kurako pressed over her and nibbled the throat she had not realized she was tilting back, Nishikiko felt it so burning hot it was impossible not sense her blood being equally drained away from all over her, and collect at the same time right down her belly, between her thighs.
How come Kurako could turn her into such a floppy mess of feelings?
And did she felt the same? Even half of the same would already be too much.
She pushed herself more against Kurako's body, rocking her hips onto her friend's; she felt like burning all inside, she felt like needing more, and never stop.
- Oh my God Ohkura, are you doing this all the times?
- Only when it's really worth it - Kurako said mischievously, still on her throat - You should do it as well, I'm pretty sure you'd also work quite fine with your boobs.
Which she squeezed one more time.
Nishikiko giggled and leaned forward to kiss her fully on the mouth and try to tell her, in the most skilled and air-headed way she knew, how grateful she felt for the new and close intimacy they were sharing.
- It feels so comfortable, right? - Kurako whispered after she broke off again - So much it looks almost unreal...
- Our boobs sticking together do not feel unreal at all - Nishikiko grinned - And by the way, your tongue is fucking awesome, Ohkura - she blurted out. Not the most refined compliment whatsoever, but Kurako burst out giggling, throwing her head backwards.
- Honestly?
- Uhm, yeah.
- Nobody ever told me, you know?! - Kurako said, brushing the tip of her nose with her forefinger and trying to hide her violent blush - Not like this, at least.
- Really?! No offence, but the kind of guys you have hit on must have been some big apes.
Kurako shrugged off, smiling mischievously.
- Yeah, probably. We're still so inexperienced, aren't we?
- Way too much - Nishikiko confirmed sadly, going back for some other kisses.
And she bit at her lips and she sucked at her tongue and she left her panting hard, for when they broke off she urged for Kurako to lay down on her back and pulled her gently so, a pile of plastic papers falling down onto the floor while she tugged at the elastic of her own uncomfortable panties and she took them off with a swift movement.
- I'm wet - she explained at an amazed Kurako's gaze, blushing slightly - it feels better like this.
- Oh. - Kurako propped herself on her elbows, looking from Nishikiko's proud face to her parted legs, as the girl sat on her heels at the edge of the bed.
Naked, from head to toe, a few strands of brown hair sticking across her sweated chest.
Nishikiko lifted her friend's skirt up, overthrowing the fabric above the chest of the black haired girl.
Kurako tried to look up at Nishikiko's fingertips caressing her bare thighs, starting from the smooth hollow behind her knees and then up to her hips, but her clothes were in the way.
- Wait.
Nishikiko stopped dead and looked aghast for a moment, and even more concerned when Kurako sat properly back; but the pigtailed girl noticed her frown and gave her a reassuring smile back.
- I just want to be like you... - she sheepishly explained, unzipping her skirt and shifting to push it past her knees.
She was about to slip off her panties as well, when Nishikiko helped her out: she grabbed hold of its elastic band and gently pushed them past Kurako's knees herself, then let them drop on the floor together with her own and Kurako's clothes.
Free of constraints as Nishikiko was, Kurako realized skin was now the only layer tearing them apart. And when her best friend moved forward on top of her, breasts grazing hers once again, she closed her eyes because it felt too great to be real.
That was how they were supposed to feel when they loved someone?
Kurako held out her arms and pressed her palms on Nishikiko's butt, pushing her whole body down against hers, fully enjoying the heated skin contact reaching her heels and toes as they made-out again and again.
For a brief moment, it felt weird thinking about all the times they had slept together, cuddled around one another under the duvet and holding on tight to each other's bodies. Also, in their underwear only, and Kurako had never lost any good occasion for tickling Nishikiko, who was extremely sensitive, and gaining a lot of swear words back from her.
Not to mention all the baths they had shared, once again with tickling and laughters and so much more.
Right now, there were only a few pieces of clothes missing, a few more skin exposed, but it felt different, and a lot warmer and deeper, both onto their skin and inside the heart.
They pulled away, looking into each other's eyes and smiling shyly, as Kurako never stopped caressing her hair.
- Nishichan, would you sit back for me? I would like to take a look at you.
Please, Nishichan. You're so beautiful - she urged her, whispering almost into her mouth.
Nishikiko badly resisted the impulse of barking a loud no, as unwanted flush spread all over her cheeks. She wished Kurako would stop talking that blunt to her, and saying such things.
But truth was, she wanted it as badly as Kurako did. Her Kurako, to look at her and REALLY see her.
So she went back on her knees first and heels next, sitting between Kurako's spread legs, allowing her best friend to stare as much as she wanted.
When Kurako's gaze reached her chest, the very same chest her mouth had tortured, she brushed her long wavy hair away, giving her a full look of her naked body and the marks the girlfriend had left there.
- What... what's to stare so much? - Nishikiko blurted out, after a while.
Kurako smiled an affectionate smile at her, then started tickling her arm, joke turning soon into a lusty caress.
- I love it - she confessed.
- What?
- The whole you. You're so beautiful - Kurako said.
The brown-haired girl went red.
- Do you want me to stare back? - Nishikiko grumbled, terribly embarrassed.
- You're so beautiful - Kurako repeated. Her mouth twitched in a way that made Nishikiko want to throw herself over her mate and clash lips together once again.
She looked back at the naked Kurako on her bed; with her knees up and parted, she looked defenseless and intriguing at the same time. And when their eyes locked, she realized Kurako was looking at her in a malicious and very sexy way, while curling her fingers around one of her pigtails. No wonder she could just not stay without a boyfriend for long.
- It’s not like the first time we’re fully naked in front of each other - Nishikiko stated, raising her chin.
- No, it’s not - Kurako confirmed her.
- But… you know, I've never... I've never been this exposed with anyone before - she confessed to Kurako, biting her lip - Men do have to win me over a lot before peeking at what's inside my panties.
- Uhm... You're also the very one seeing me naked and heated up at the same time - Kurako added with a smile, delighted she could be this honest with herself without having to feel embarrassed at all. Everything with Nishikiko simply felt right and perfectly okay, whatever the situation or the moment.
- You don't need to hear from me you're beautiful, though - Nishikiko uttered, narrowing her eyes as she took in the vision of her Kurako displaying all the allure of a teenage girl caught in turning into a stunning woman.
- But it would make some difference. Please, Nishiyan... - Kurako pleaded her, brushing her inner thigh against Nishikiko's hip, to which the latter replied by grinding her pelvis hard against hers. It lacked a bit of experience, yet it was welcome enough to make Kurako let out an audible moan, begging for more, and Nishikiko compelled, her cries of pleasure dying in her throat while Kurako’s high-pitched ones filled the bedroom.
- It really feels like there's no other people knowing me this much, Nishichan - she groaned, closing her lids - why does it feel so good? Is it because we're both girls?
- No. It’s because it's me and you - Nishikiko confirmed, grinning mischievously - I'm your only one, Ohkura.
With the back of her nails, Nishikiko shifted and started travelling up Kurako's body, from her long thighs to her hipbone, and then up above her ribs and to the twin hills of the breasts.
She was utterly beautiful, but she could sense by Kurako's affectionate gaze that her friend really thought the very same, if not more, about her.
Kurako did also stretch out her hands to caress her jaw line and throat with her fingers, stopping by the little bumps above her lungs.
Such a tiny boson she had, yet she seemed to love pinching it a lot. Kurako did squeeze her flesh and Nishikiko sighed and arched back in the same way Kurako had done before, loving the way her best friend was touching her, caring and curious and bold. Her breasts filled Kurako's hands just right, and for once it did not feel small or inadequate. It felt just perfect.
The more Kurako touched her, the hotter she became down her pelvis, in a way she was not sure she had already felt with any of the guys she had hung out with so far.
She looked back at her friend, shifting a bit to caress slightly Kurako's inner thighs with her fingers then, which slipped further in, just around her pubic hair.
- Have you ever...? - she glanced up, looking straight at Kurako’s eyes.
- No - Kurako shook her head - Not yet. Matsujun did… well, he pushed his fingers inside me, and that's all. What about you?
Nishikiko shrugged.
- Sometimes I feel like I want more, but somehow it never felt okay enough to do it for real. With anyone. So I’m just, you know, uhm…
- You’re like me - Kurako completed with a shy smile. Nishikiko smiled back, then bent down until her mouth reached Kurako’s navel. Her tongue tickled her belly and she twirled it around, carving the borders of the little round spot with the tip of her tongue.
She flicked her hips then, in order to crouch between her friend’s widened legs.
Her mouth reached down for the pubic curls, kissing them softly, feeling Kurako quiver slightly but quite far from pushing her away.
Kurako’s silent approval emboldened her, so she pulled out her tongue again and started brushing gently her clit, making her squirm repeatedly in clear pleasure.
- Ohkura, you're also quite wet - she giggled then, looking up.
- I guess... that's okay - the other replied, flushing and panting a bit - it feels really great, Nishichan. Would you do that a little more?
- Yup - Nishikiko grinned and went back kissing her womanhood, the tip of her tongue exploring where Kurako seemed to like it best and openly enjoying her small impulsive cries.
Kurako's hand lifted up the long, wavy strands of hair that fell onto Nishikiko's face while she was being worked up; she shifted a bit, stretching out her arms in front of her, in order to pull the whole mass of brown hair up, on top of her friend's head, tying them up for her. She lovingly watched her so, red cheeks and lids closed, her fringe terribly damp against her forehead. She looked so concentrated, so lost in her. And it felt awfully good, both deep inside her body and down her heart and onto her heated cheeks. The more Nishikiko licked at her wetness, the wetter and better she felt.
She needed Nishikiko to experience her very same tingling. Immediately.
- Uhm, Nishichan… - she pulled her by the hair she was still holding in her hands.
- Gosh, you’re really a lot, Ohkura - Nishikiko grinned, once she got her head up.
- Now my turn - Kurako sweetly ordered, sitting up and reaching out for getting hold of Nishikiko's hips. The shorter girl look puzzled at first but gently obeyed: she leaned back on the sheets and did not protest when Kurako made her spread her legs wide open and her long fingers started tickling at her womanhood, their eyes never leaving each other’s.
- Ohkura… oh, crap - she tilted her head backwards, making Kurako giggle.
- it’s good, right? You made it so good. I want to do that too.
Nishikiko opened her eyes back, not wishing to miss her friend while exploring her where she was wet the most, pushing her fingers deeper inside.
Nishikiko felt both legs turn into jelly, the warmness and the pleasure inside her growing as the attempts of her best friend’s fingers found their right way. Kurako helped by lifting one of Nishikiko’s numb legs up to her shoulder, supporting her with her free hand around her bare thigh.
She tilted her head once again and moaned; it felt so tingly, way too much and she nearly cried out her pleasure too aloud.
Unexpected as it had come, she was far from neglecting how good and comfortable it all was, deep within her. Nishikiko grinded her hips a bit, and Kurako's fingers reached even further inside.
Kurako smiled, loving the way Nishikiko's black eyes sparkled every time they pushed their skin contact any better, and the beautiful golden colour of her friend’s flesh glowed in sweat.
Sweat drops ran one after another also down her own spine, her fringe and pigtails were so damp they stuck against her heated skin, but she could feel Nishikiko's long hair was as much in a mess as hers, yet her best friend looked glorious, more beautiful than ever.
- I’m seriously too hot - Nishikiko whispered all of a sudden, grimacing as she gathered her wet hair away from her sweated back and tried to pull them up her head into a loose bun once again.
- Oh yeah. In every possible way - Kurako confirmed nodding with a knowing smile, and they both let out some small giggles, eyes locked to each other’s.
- Lovemaking would feel fucking hot with you, Ohkura - Nishikiko blurted out - I want- Ah! Aw... - she moaned, biting her lip and closing her lids for a moment, rolling her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Kurako's fingers reaching her soft spot. It felt too much to handle that all, all by herself, so she opened her eyes wide and grabbed hold of Kurako's arm, pulling abruptly the girl to her.
Kurako was so taken aback she fell right above Nishikiko’s body and the latter could feel the dead weight on hers, but it was a far pleasurable sensation, after what Kurako had just lured out from her. She needed to feel her thoroughly against her heated up body, she needed to make sure once again they were as one.
She tangled legs with her and palmed her perfect butt, caressing her repeatedly, gently scraping her nails on her skin all along her spine, hoping she could feel it too, the heaven she was burning with, deep inside.
- It feels... a lot. A lot. So much - Nishikiko confessed, her voice rather hoarse, tears almost pinching her lids - Ohkura, wanna have me to do that? It’s gorgeous.
Kurako smiled but shook her head, kissing her throat sloppily at first, then claiming her breasts once again; she bit hard her skin, having Nishikiko sigh a lot from being this lovingly tortured.
- To me, it means even more than just love, with you - Kurako said, nuzzling her nose against the other girl's jaw, before going back to kiss her fully on the mouth.
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Caresses had not yet ceased when, after some good while, they both were still on the bed, laying to one side and facing one another: Kurako kept staring at her best friend as the latter brushed her lover’s pigtails back and forth.
- Mmh, it tickles… - Nishikiko heard Kurako complain, and she rolled her eyes.
- Oh, c'mon... You're naked in my bed and we did all kind of things and all you can say is that your hair tickles?!
- Yeah, it tickles - Kurako replied with a malicious smile.
Nishikiko pinched one of Kurako's nipples in revenge, and the other pouted as a response.
- You can squeeze it as much as you want - the taller girl said - but you won't stop thinking about loving my boobs better than yours and we all know that.
Nishikiko grimaced.
- I hate speaking about perfection, but you know, sometimes it happens. And it happened on you and I'm so jealous - she admitted.
Kurako grinned and leaned in for a peck on the lips.
- You're the best friend ever in the world - she tweeted happily, before going back against the pillow - and I feel like sleeping now. Why don’t we take a nap? What time is it, Nishichan?
The shorter girl shifted, checking the hour on her mobile phone.
- Uhm, I guess it will be dinner time soon.
- What?! - Kurako nearly jumped on the bed - crap it's late! I have to be back home before dinner and we still haven't decided a thing about our tattoo!
- Well, we were quite busy - Nishikiko shrugged off, grinning - but we can do that another time, it doesn’t have to be today.
- No, I want it to be today - Kurako insisted.
- Why today?
- Well… - Kurako blushed a little while leaning in once again to steal a kiss from Nishikiko - today is special, right?
The black-haired girl smirked, kissing her back; Nishikiko rolled to one side then, and picked up some plastic papers from the floor. Kurako immediately stole one from her hands.
- I did not see this before. It's cute and smart. Look, Nishichan.
Nishikiko studied the tattoo Kurako indicated her.
It was an infinity symbol, rainbow decorated apart from its intersection in the middle, blurring with green and yellow shades.
- I don't like the green part - Nishikiko started out, much to Kurako's pout - but that's definitely our thing, Ohkura. Cute but not sappy, simple and twined at the same time.
Kurako beamed at her, and jumped off the bed.
- Great! Let's do this!
She glanced at her curves and sighed.
- The skin on my breast is a bit swollen, though. Look at all these reddish spots. Guess who's in fault for this.
Nishikiko stuck out her tongue at her. She sat up and rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand, picking up some wet wipes.
- Here you are, Ohkura. Come on, let me do that.
When her friend sat properly beside her, Nishikiko wiped away sweat and hotness from Kurako’s bosom, gently outlining her curves and peaks, noticing all the little hickeys she had left there.
- Thanks. But my skin is still smelling nicely of you and I love it - Kurako said, grinning, and Nishikiko shrugged again, muttering a 'can't help it'.
They quickly applied the little infinite symbol onto each other's chest, looking mutually satisfied.
Kurako climbed off the bed then, picked up her panties and put them on, heading towards the front of Nishikiko's tall long mirror to study her full profile. She shifted, checking herself on all sides and brushing her pigtails away in doing so.
The tattoo was so little it was almost invisible on her overall figure, yet it marked her heart in an equally visible way.
When she looked up and spotted Nishikiko's gaze on her through the mirror, she turned.
- It suits you. You're beautiful - Nishikiko sweetly said.
Kurako checked briefly her best friend's body, her gaze stopping by her matching tattoo, before her eyes came back quickly to Nishikiko's affectionate gaze.
- Whatever. But I'm yours. Pinky swear - she held out her tiniest finger. Nishikiko grinned, and twined the pinky finger with her own.
- Definitely. To no end.
*owari*
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Thanks for taking your time for reading. Comments are loved, as always <3
I'm deeply sorry, I hope you haven't forgotten about this story in the meantime... thanks <3
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Title: Cheeky shades of Candy Crush: Unison - Chapter Two
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 (Hara Heisuke x Kurako, Tsuge Susumu x Nishikiko)
Rating: NC17 (nudity, graphic description of sex between girls)
Length: chaptered
Words: 3776
Genre: AU (Kyanjani8!verse), fluff, romance, smut, friendship. Lesbian pairing.
Disclaimer: For those who are not comfortable with high-rated contents: this is a stand-alone chapter and the story is starting off from next one (please stay tuned). This prequel aims to describe the exact nature of Kurako and Nishikiko relationship, 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: Flashback set during Junior High School, almost one year before the Prologue. Nishikiko and Kurako find a hotter way toward each other.
Written on: 23th July 2015 - 16th August 2015
Previous chapters: Prologue, Chapter One
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They lingered slowly on each other's lips, exploring and nibbling; they tasted each other little by little, lip by lip, the tips of their tongues savouring gently its twin.
A real kiss, between them.
Their first real one, yet not the first one.
They had exchanged several kisses for trying out, before going out with some boys. And they had kissed at some friends' house, after losing a bet. But so far, they had yet to share a kiss for the sake of kissing and tasting each other thoroughly.
By pulling back, Nishikiko felt the need of making sure she was okay and Kurako also was.
They opened their eyes at the same time and the question died there, for they could read each other's thick emotion right into each other's orbs.
They both seemed to be more at ease with each other now than with anyone else before, even with kisses and touching involved.
Nishikiko wondered if Kurako could feel her throbbing heartbeat through their breast touching, but when she met her eyes again it was not this important anymore, for Kurako closed her lids, bent and claimed her mouth again.
She cupped both of Kurako's cheeks in order to deepen the kiss, and she felt her friend's slender fingers tickling her a bit as those tips brushed along her sides and held her closer.
Kurako's aroused nipples rubbed repeatedly against her own, and a muffled moan escaped Nishikiko's lips in realizing how soft and sexy it felt, while their make-out session seemed to have no end.
Nishikiko shifted a bit to one side, and as a result her nipples stopped scraping Kurako's; one of her best friend's soft curves fell right between her almost flat ones, filling its wide hollow nearly perfectly.
It felt amazing, as if the rim of her ribs was the only niche Kurako's breast truly belonged to.
And it felt even better -or worse- when Kurako straightened herself a bit and Nishikiko felt said hardened rosy peak wander up to her sternum, marking her, making her choke at the overwhelming sensation of heat spreading from her chest throughout all over her body.
As Kurako pressed over her and nibbled the throat she had not realized she was tilting back, Nishikiko felt it so burning hot it was impossible not sense her blood being equally drained away from all over her, and collect at the same time right down her belly, between her thighs.
How come Kurako could turn her into such a floppy mess of feelings?
And did she felt the same? Even half of the same would already be too much.
She pushed herself more against Kurako's body, rocking her hips onto her friend's; she felt like burning all inside, she felt like needing more, and never stop.
- Oh my God Ohkura, are you doing this all the times?
- Only when it's really worth it - Kurako said mischievously, still on her throat - You should do it as well, I'm pretty sure you'd also work quite fine with your boobs.
Which she squeezed one more time.
Nishikiko giggled and leaned forward to kiss her fully on the mouth and try to tell her, in the most skilled and air-headed way she knew, how grateful she felt for the new and close intimacy they were sharing.
- It feels so comfortable, right? - Kurako whispered after she broke off again - So much it looks almost unreal...
- Our boobs sticking together do not feel unreal at all - Nishikiko grinned - And by the way, your tongue is fucking awesome, Ohkura - she blurted out. Not the most refined compliment whatsoever, but Kurako burst out giggling, throwing her head backwards.
- Honestly?
- Uhm, yeah.
- Nobody ever told me, you know?! - Kurako said, brushing the tip of her nose with her forefinger and trying to hide her violent blush - Not like this, at least.
- Really?! No offence, but the kind of guys you have hit on must have been some big apes.
Kurako shrugged off, smiling mischievously.
- Yeah, probably. We're still so inexperienced, aren't we?
- Way too much - Nishikiko confirmed sadly, going back for some other kisses.
And she bit at her lips and she sucked at her tongue and she left her panting hard, for when they broke off she urged for Kurako to lay down on her back and pulled her gently so, a pile of plastic papers falling down onto the floor while she tugged at the elastic of her own uncomfortable panties and she took them off with a swift movement.
- I'm wet - she explained at an amazed Kurako's gaze, blushing slightly - it feels better like this.
- Oh. - Kurako propped herself on her elbows, looking from Nishikiko's proud face to her parted legs, as the girl sat on her heels at the edge of the bed.
Naked, from head to toe, a few strands of brown hair sticking across her sweated chest.
Nishikiko lifted her friend's skirt up, overthrowing the fabric above the chest of the black haired girl.
Kurako tried to look up at Nishikiko's fingertips caressing her bare thighs, starting from the smooth hollow behind her knees and then up to her hips, but her clothes were in the way.
- Wait.
Nishikiko stopped dead and looked aghast for a moment, and even more concerned when Kurako sat properly back; but the pigtailed girl noticed her frown and gave her a reassuring smile back.
- I just want to be like you... - she sheepishly explained, unzipping her skirt and shifting to push it past her knees.
She was about to slip off her panties as well, when Nishikiko helped her out: she grabbed hold of its elastic band and gently pushed them past Kurako's knees herself, then let them drop on the floor together with her own and Kurako's clothes.
Free of constraints as Nishikiko was, Kurako realized skin was now the only layer tearing them apart. And when her best friend moved forward on top of her, breasts grazing hers once again, she closed her eyes because it felt too great to be real.
That was how they were supposed to feel when they loved someone?
Kurako held out her arms and pressed her palms on Nishikiko's butt, pushing her whole body down against hers, fully enjoying the heated skin contact reaching her heels and toes as they made-out again and again.
For a brief moment, it felt weird thinking about all the times they had slept together, cuddled around one another under the duvet and holding on tight to each other's bodies. Also, in their underwear only, and Kurako had never lost any good occasion for tickling Nishikiko, who was extremely sensitive, and gaining a lot of swear words back from her.
Not to mention all the baths they had shared, once again with tickling and laughters and so much more.
Right now, there were only a few pieces of clothes missing, a few more skin exposed, but it felt different, and a lot warmer and deeper, both onto their skin and inside the heart.
They pulled away, looking into each other's eyes and smiling shyly, as Kurako never stopped caressing her hair.
- Nishichan, would you sit back for me? I would like to take a look at you.
Please, Nishichan. You're so beautiful - she urged her, whispering almost into her mouth.
Nishikiko badly resisted the impulse of barking a loud no, as unwanted flush spread all over her cheeks. She wished Kurako would stop talking that blunt to her, and saying such things.
But truth was, she wanted it as badly as Kurako did. Her Kurako, to look at her and REALLY see her.
So she went back on her knees first and heels next, sitting between Kurako's spread legs, allowing her best friend to stare as much as she wanted.
When Kurako's gaze reached her chest, the very same chest her mouth had tortured, she brushed her long wavy hair away, giving her a full look of her naked body and the marks the girlfriend had left there.
- What... what's to stare so much? - Nishikiko blurted out, after a while.
Kurako smiled an affectionate smile at her, then started tickling her arm, joke turning soon into a lusty caress.
- I love it - she confessed.
- What?
- The whole you. You're so beautiful - Kurako said.
The brown-haired girl went red.
- Do you want me to stare back? - Nishikiko grumbled, terribly embarrassed.
- You're so beautiful - Kurako repeated. Her mouth twitched in a way that made Nishikiko want to throw herself over her mate and clash lips together once again.
She looked back at the naked Kurako on her bed; with her knees up and parted, she looked defenseless and intriguing at the same time. And when their eyes locked, she realized Kurako was looking at her in a malicious and very sexy way, while curling her fingers around one of her pigtails. No wonder she could just not stay without a boyfriend for long.
- It’s not like the first time we’re fully naked in front of each other - Nishikiko stated, raising her chin.
- No, it’s not - Kurako confirmed her.
- But… you know, I've never... I've never been this exposed with anyone before - she confessed to Kurako, biting her lip - Men do have to win me over a lot before peeking at what's inside my panties.
- Uhm... You're also the very one seeing me naked and heated up at the same time - Kurako added with a smile, delighted she could be this honest with herself without having to feel embarrassed at all. Everything with Nishikiko simply felt right and perfectly okay, whatever the situation or the moment.
- You don't need to hear from me you're beautiful, though - Nishikiko uttered, narrowing her eyes as she took in the vision of her Kurako displaying all the allure of a teenage girl caught in turning into a stunning woman.
- But it would make some difference. Please, Nishiyan... - Kurako pleaded her, brushing her inner thigh against Nishikiko's hip, to which the latter replied by grinding her pelvis hard against hers. It lacked a bit of experience, yet it was welcome enough to make Kurako let out an audible moan, begging for more, and Nishikiko compelled, her cries of pleasure dying in her throat while Kurako’s high-pitched ones filled the bedroom.
- It really feels like there's no other people knowing me this much, Nishichan - she groaned, closing her lids - why does it feel so good? Is it because we're both girls?
- No. It’s because it's me and you - Nishikiko confirmed, grinning mischievously - I'm your only one, Ohkura.
With the back of her nails, Nishikiko shifted and started travelling up Kurako's body, from her long thighs to her hipbone, and then up above her ribs and to the twin hills of the breasts.
She was utterly beautiful, but she could sense by Kurako's affectionate gaze that her friend really thought the very same, if not more, about her.
Kurako did also stretch out her hands to caress her jaw line and throat with her fingers, stopping by the little bumps above her lungs.
Such a tiny boson she had, yet she seemed to love pinching it a lot. Kurako did squeeze her flesh and Nishikiko sighed and arched back in the same way Kurako had done before, loving the way her best friend was touching her, caring and curious and bold. Her breasts filled Kurako's hands just right, and for once it did not feel small or inadequate. It felt just perfect.
The more Kurako touched her, the hotter she became down her pelvis, in a way she was not sure she had already felt with any of the guys she had hung out with so far.
She looked back at her friend, shifting a bit to caress slightly Kurako's inner thighs with her fingers then, which slipped further in, just around her pubic hair.
- Have you ever...? - she glanced up, looking straight at Kurako’s eyes.
- No - Kurako shook her head - Not yet. Matsujun did… well, he pushed his fingers inside me, and that's all. What about you?
Nishikiko shrugged.
- Sometimes I feel like I want more, but somehow it never felt okay enough to do it for real. With anyone. So I’m just, you know, uhm…
- You’re like me - Kurako completed with a shy smile. Nishikiko smiled back, then bent down until her mouth reached Kurako’s navel. Her tongue tickled her belly and she twirled it around, carving the borders of the little round spot with the tip of her tongue.
She flicked her hips then, in order to crouch between her friend’s widened legs.
Her mouth reached down for the pubic curls, kissing them softly, feeling Kurako quiver slightly but quite far from pushing her away.
Kurako’s silent approval emboldened her, so she pulled out her tongue again and started brushing gently her clit, making her squirm repeatedly in clear pleasure.
- Ohkura, you're also quite wet - she giggled then, looking up.
- I guess... that's okay - the other replied, flushing and panting a bit - it feels really great, Nishichan. Would you do that a little more?
- Yup - Nishikiko grinned and went back kissing her womanhood, the tip of her tongue exploring where Kurako seemed to like it best and openly enjoying her small impulsive cries.
Kurako's hand lifted up the long, wavy strands of hair that fell onto Nishikiko's face while she was being worked up; she shifted a bit, stretching out her arms in front of her, in order to pull the whole mass of brown hair up, on top of her friend's head, tying them up for her. She lovingly watched her so, red cheeks and lids closed, her fringe terribly damp against her forehead. She looked so concentrated, so lost in her. And it felt awfully good, both deep inside her body and down her heart and onto her heated cheeks. The more Nishikiko licked at her wetness, the wetter and better she felt.
She needed Nishikiko to experience her very same tingling. Immediately.
- Uhm, Nishichan… - she pulled her by the hair she was still holding in her hands.
- Gosh, you’re really a lot, Ohkura - Nishikiko grinned, once she got her head up.
- Now my turn - Kurako sweetly ordered, sitting up and reaching out for getting hold of Nishikiko's hips. The shorter girl look puzzled at first but gently obeyed: she leaned back on the sheets and did not protest when Kurako made her spread her legs wide open and her long fingers started tickling at her womanhood, their eyes never leaving each other’s.
- Ohkura… oh, crap - she tilted her head backwards, making Kurako giggle.
- it’s good, right? You made it so good. I want to do that too.
Nishikiko opened her eyes back, not wishing to miss her friend while exploring her where she was wet the most, pushing her fingers deeper inside.
Nishikiko felt both legs turn into jelly, the warmness and the pleasure inside her growing as the attempts of her best friend’s fingers found their right way. Kurako helped by lifting one of Nishikiko’s numb legs up to her shoulder, supporting her with her free hand around her bare thigh.
She tilted her head once again and moaned; it felt so tingly, way too much and she nearly cried out her pleasure too aloud.
Unexpected as it had come, she was far from neglecting how good and comfortable it all was, deep within her. Nishikiko grinded her hips a bit, and Kurako's fingers reached even further inside.
Kurako smiled, loving the way Nishikiko's black eyes sparkled every time they pushed their skin contact any better, and the beautiful golden colour of her friend’s flesh glowed in sweat.
Sweat drops ran one after another also down her own spine, her fringe and pigtails were so damp they stuck against her heated skin, but she could feel Nishikiko's long hair was as much in a mess as hers, yet her best friend looked glorious, more beautiful than ever.
- I’m seriously too hot - Nishikiko whispered all of a sudden, grimacing as she gathered her wet hair away from her sweated back and tried to pull them up her head into a loose bun once again.
- Oh yeah. In every possible way - Kurako confirmed nodding with a knowing smile, and they both let out some small giggles, eyes locked to each other’s.
- Lovemaking would feel fucking hot with you, Ohkura - Nishikiko blurted out - I want- Ah! Aw... - she moaned, biting her lip and closing her lids for a moment, rolling her eyes, enjoying the feeling of Kurako's fingers reaching her soft spot. It felt too much to handle that all, all by herself, so she opened her eyes wide and grabbed hold of Kurako's arm, pulling abruptly the girl to her.
Kurako was so taken aback she fell right above Nishikiko’s body and the latter could feel the dead weight on hers, but it was a far pleasurable sensation, after what Kurako had just lured out from her. She needed to feel her thoroughly against her heated up body, she needed to make sure once again they were as one.
She tangled legs with her and palmed her perfect butt, caressing her repeatedly, gently scraping her nails on her skin all along her spine, hoping she could feel it too, the heaven she was burning with, deep inside.
- It feels... a lot. A lot. So much - Nishikiko confessed, her voice rather hoarse, tears almost pinching her lids - Ohkura, wanna have me to do that? It’s gorgeous.
Kurako smiled but shook her head, kissing her throat sloppily at first, then claiming her breasts once again; she bit hard her skin, having Nishikiko sigh a lot from being this lovingly tortured.
- To me, it means even more than just love, with you - Kurako said, nuzzling her nose against the other girl's jaw, before going back to kiss her fully on the mouth.
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Caresses had not yet ceased when, after some good while, they both were still on the bed, laying to one side and facing one another: Kurako kept staring at her best friend as the latter brushed her lover’s pigtails back and forth.
- Mmh, it tickles… - Nishikiko heard Kurako complain, and she rolled her eyes.
- Oh, c'mon... You're naked in my bed and we did all kind of things and all you can say is that your hair tickles?!
- Yeah, it tickles - Kurako replied with a malicious smile.
Nishikiko pinched one of Kurako's nipples in revenge, and the other pouted as a response.
- You can squeeze it as much as you want - the taller girl said - but you won't stop thinking about loving my boobs better than yours and we all know that.
Nishikiko grimaced.
- I hate speaking about perfection, but you know, sometimes it happens. And it happened on you and I'm so jealous - she admitted.
Kurako grinned and leaned in for a peck on the lips.
- You're the best friend ever in the world - she tweeted happily, before going back against the pillow - and I feel like sleeping now. Why don’t we take a nap? What time is it, Nishichan?
The shorter girl shifted, checking the hour on her mobile phone.
- Uhm, I guess it will be dinner time soon.
- What?! - Kurako nearly jumped on the bed - crap it's late! I have to be back home before dinner and we still haven't decided a thing about our tattoo!
- Well, we were quite busy - Nishikiko shrugged off, grinning - but we can do that another time, it doesn’t have to be today.
- No, I want it to be today - Kurako insisted.
- Why today?
- Well… - Kurako blushed a little while leaning in once again to steal a kiss from Nishikiko - today is special, right?
The black-haired girl smirked, kissing her back; Nishikiko rolled to one side then, and picked up some plastic papers from the floor. Kurako immediately stole one from her hands.
- I did not see this before. It's cute and smart. Look, Nishichan.
Nishikiko studied the tattoo Kurako indicated her.
It was an infinity symbol, rainbow decorated apart from its intersection in the middle, blurring with green and yellow shades.
- I don't like the green part - Nishikiko started out, much to Kurako's pout - but that's definitely our thing, Ohkura. Cute but not sappy, simple and twined at the same time.
Kurako beamed at her, and jumped off the bed.
- Great! Let's do this!
She glanced at her curves and sighed.
- The skin on my breast is a bit swollen, though. Look at all these reddish spots. Guess who's in fault for this.
Nishikiko stuck out her tongue at her. She sat up and rummaged in the drawer of the nightstand, picking up some wet wipes.
- Here you are, Ohkura. Come on, let me do that.
When her friend sat properly beside her, Nishikiko wiped away sweat and hotness from Kurako’s bosom, gently outlining her curves and peaks, noticing all the little hickeys she had left there.
- Thanks. But my skin is still smelling nicely of you and I love it - Kurako said, grinning, and Nishikiko shrugged again, muttering a 'can't help it'.
They quickly applied the little infinite symbol onto each other's chest, looking mutually satisfied.
Kurako climbed off the bed then, picked up her panties and put them on, heading towards the front of Nishikiko's tall long mirror to study her full profile. She shifted, checking herself on all sides and brushing her pigtails away in doing so.
The tattoo was so little it was almost invisible on her overall figure, yet it marked her heart in an equally visible way.
When she looked up and spotted Nishikiko's gaze on her through the mirror, she turned.
- It suits you. You're beautiful - Nishikiko sweetly said.
Kurako checked briefly her best friend's body, her gaze stopping by her matching tattoo, before her eyes came back quickly to Nishikiko's affectionate gaze.
- Whatever. But I'm yours. Pinky swear - she held out her tiniest finger. Nishikiko grinned, and twined the pinky finger with her own.
- Definitely. To no end.
*owari*
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