Fruits Basket Fan Fiction ❯ Timid Eyes ❯ Ayame ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: Koishii 
Ayame seeks to help Ritsu gain self-confidence... How *will* he help - and what does Tooru have to do with it?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Ayame seeks to help Ritsu gain self-confidence... How *will* he help - and what does Tooru have to do with it?
Anime/Manga: Fruits Basket Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Angst | Type: Other | Uploaded On: 07.30.2003 | Pages: 4 | Words: 5.0K | Visits: 1.0K | Status: Completed
Timid Eyes
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Disclaimer: I own nothing at all..... relating to FB, situations....or even talent... Daaaa
A/N: Ok ok ok....I know this has nothing to do with any of the other fics I've been writing...it just seemed somehow wrong to leave Ritsu out of the mix! He deserves a little bit of blush, ne? Once again, not sure if there will be a point to this....just going where my Ritsu muse leads me! And I have absolutely no clue why I'm writing a threesome fic through the eyes of a man... ~sighs sadly~ No clue. Please enjoy!
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"Great! So you will be able to make it?" I paused before adding, "I look forward to seeing my outfit on you!" A huge grin spread over my face as I licked my lips in anticipation. Hearing a soft feminine response sent shivers up my spine. I hung up the phone after an exaggerated goodbye.
My mind began to run in circles as I sat down to plan this event. I had to be careful, otherwise I could not be sure that this would be successful.
The plan was quite simple, actually. Call Tooru to come over, and then to call my devoted protege. The first part of this plan was out of the way, as I had just hung up the phone with Tooru. I rubbed my hands together quickly before picking up the phone to ring Ri-chan.
The line rang fully two times, before a timid voice interrupted the third tone.
"Sumimasen, Moshi moshi?" Ri-chan's voice answered weakly. I sighed. He was already apologizing. This was going to be easier than I thought.
"Ritsu?" I asked loudly, my voice echoing in the silence at the other end of the line. I was about to ask again, when Ri-chan answered eagerly.
"Aya-niisan?"
"Hai Ri-chan. Ayame desu. How are you doing today?" I feared the answer. He always seemed to answer that question in a great amount of detail. Today was no different, but as I asked for it, I prepared myself to listen to his answer fully.
"Aya-niisan! I'm honored by your call!" I could hear rustling in the background, I was sure that Ri-chan was nearly falling over. "I'm doing well! I was just working on some pictures..."
I stopped him mid-sentence. "You were drawing?" I grinned as his voice faltered a bit at my sudden interest.
"ha-hai!"
"What were you drawing Ritsu?" If he answered the way I thought he might, this would be even easier than I had imagined it would be.
"Ki-kimono..." He stammered the word out, as though it were nervously sitting on his tongue. BINGO! My eyes glittered with a new idea. I smiled wickedly.
"Ne, Ri-chan? Will you bring them over? I would love to look at your designs!" I didn't even have to fake the enthusiasm in my voice. Ri-chan's art was quite good, actually. But he was so timidly minded, that he often had destroyed more pictures than he showed me. I had to suppress a laugh as I heard a noise over the phone, sounding as though Ri-chan's home collapsed around him.
"Su-sumimasen Aya-niisan!"
"Iie, please stop apologizing Ri-chan!" I tried to say this as seriously as my laughing gut would allow. "But please, can you be here in 30 minutes?" I didn't have to wait long before the receiver nearly glowed with the ecstatic response.
"Ha-hai! I will see you then."
Though I had worried about it earlier that morning, it was beginning to run quite smoothly. I couldn't resist anymore.
"And Ri-chan?" A pause over the phone "Don't be late." Another loud crash in the background as silence prevailed momentarily.
"GOMENNASAI!!!!!!!GOMENNA-"
I quickly hung up the phone, not wanting to hear another apology. Besides, I had much to do to prepare for this...event.
And what an event it would be! I thought with glee as I rummaged around my piles of clothing impatiently, trying to find something. I grinned as my hand touched something silky and sheer. I pulled the cloth up and held it in front of me, watching the fabric wave out as gravity forced the edge down to the floor. It may be a little too long for her, but I was sure that she would look excellent in it.
Her round perky bosom....her firm little derriere... I forced myself to stop, as I felt myself harden unexpectedly. My glands produced a large amount of saliva and released it into my mouth. I choked on the sudden taste. Great! I thought to myself, irritated with the problem growing in my pants. I had told them 30 minutes and I had to help myself too!
I resolved to work that much faster so that I could have a couple minutes to myself before they got there. I shifted in my chair uncomfortably, as I fumbled in one of the drawers of my desk. Finding what I was looking for, I pulled the bottle out of the darkened space and gently shook it up. I groaned as it turned me on even more. This was quickly becoming annoying! If I didn't hurry, I wouldn't have any time before they got there.
I quickly uncapped the bottle and held part of the fabric taut between my fingers. I sprinkled a few drops onto the pale yellow cloth. I recapped the bottle and placed it back into the drawer. Pushing it shut with one leg, I concentrated on smoothing the drops into the texture, careful to leave no trace of discoloration.
I set the dress down, satisfied with the job I had done. Speaking of jobs.... There was one that is throbbing for a release... I looked at the clock on the wall. Good! I still had 15 minutes! That should be more than enough to take care of a little business of my own.
I stood up, pushing the chair back with my legs as I smoothed my robe. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but my fingers brushed by the bulge in my pants. I walked toward the door to make sure that the sign said "Closed" before retreating to my private office.
Pushing the door open, I saw the comfortable chair sitting before the vanity. The frilly comforter draped over an imported rounded bed. The walls were red...In fact, I noted with a sudden interest. EVERYTHING was red in this room. I wonder why I never noticed that before.
My throbbing erection yearned to be free from it's linen prison. I rubbed my hand over my pants for a moment, savoring the sensation that I was giving to myself. Carefully, I unzipped my pants. I remembered too well from an incident a couple years ago where I had NOT been so careful, and um.... well, let's just say I hurt myself rather bad. It's a truly embarrassing thing to be taken to the hospital with your zipper stuck on your manhood. Ah well.
I dipped my right hand into my pants, and pulled my unit out gently, stroking it as I went along. It popped out suddenly, and nearly bounced in my hand in appreciation.
I walked over to my vanity and put my left hand against the edge of the table to brace myself. Leaning down, I kept my head focused at my erection in the mirror.
I began to stroke slowly. Making sure that my rhythm was being maintained. I looked at myself in the mirror, completely fascinated with the moisture that had already gathered on the tip. I ran my middle finger over it and brought it closer to my face, as I rubbed the fluid with my thumb. I slowly brought my finger up to my mouth and licked the tip of my finger.
It was an interesting taste. I had never done this before, so it was exciting to me to taste myself for the first time. The warm fluid tasted erotic, and I rolled it on my tongue while my hand lowered again to resume it's buisiness.
Again, I started more slowly than I would have liked, but for some reason my dick felt extrememly sensitive - almost raw. I shook my head free of that thought, as I focused more on quickening my strokes. The side of my hand made a slapping sound against my balls, sending a tingling sensation through to my core. I shivered with pleasure.
I watched myself in the mirror closely, making sure that I caught the look of my face from multiple angles. I wasn't preening. I just wanted to make sure that the next time I was with a woman, I was always beautiful.
As I began to climax into my hand, I saw my lips part, and my tongue moved to one of the corners in concentration. I gave myself a few more rough strokes before I came onto the table.
I closed my eyes in relief as I put my other hand on the table and leaned my head down, still panting from my exercise.
Looking up, I met my gaze in the reflection of the mirror and noticed that my eyelids were still rather drooped. This would not do at all! As I began to be able to control my breath, I heard a knock at the front door of the shop, softened by the distance.
Grimacing, I bent over to pick up my pants and pull them up over my still hard cock. I winced in pain. Why was I so sensitive? I cursed under my breath, finally succeeding in zipping my pants. I opened the door of my office and began to walk to the front door, patting my cheeks hastily, forgetting about the cum sitting on the table.
"Sou!" I unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Tooru looking at me in what appeared to be concern. Damn! She must have noticed my flushed face. I looked at the clock on the wall and paused. It had taken me 15 minutes to climax? I could go a long time with a woman, but with myself, I usually came right away.
"Daijoubu ka, Ayame-san?" Tooru brushed her hand against my forehead, forcing me to take a few steps back so that she didn't realize the thin layer of sweat that graced my brow.
"A-aaa I'm fine Tooru-kun. Doumo..." I swept my arm to the side, allowing her to enter deeper into the shop. She walked in slowly, before turning and looking at me expectantly.
"When you called earlier, you said that you wanted my help with something?"
I tried to maintain my control, as my thoughts were quickly causing me to harden even more painfully. What was wrong with my dick? I shrugged it off before turning to face Tooru with a smile on my face. Kami, I hope she doesn't realize that it's forced.
"I have a new design that I wanted to see you try on." was all I could muster before her eyes lit up. I sweatdropped, as she stepped closer to me. I felt shaky with need.
"Really, Ayame-san? Is it ok?" She looked torn between surprise, concern and hopefullness. I grinned my most winning smile at her.
"Tooru-kun! I asked you to do it! Of course it's ok!" I waved my hand at her reassuringly. I was rewarded with a brilliant smile lighting up her features. Leaning over, I took her hand and led her over to my table.
Picking up the saturated cloth, I held it up for her to look at. Her eyes widened at the thinness of the fabric, but she never lost her smile, though it may have faltered a bit.
She held out her hands for the dress, and I happily put the dress on her arms. She looked at me questioningly, as I turned her shoulders in the direction of the room set aside in the corner of the room. She walked inside and reached up to close the curtain.
I watched her hungrily as she fumbled with the ties of the curtain door. A knock at the door shook me out of my reverie... That had to be Ritsu. Part of me wanted to grin, and part of me wanted to ignore and just take Tooru myself. My sensible side won out as I half limped to the door to open it for Ritsu. I sweatdropped.
EGADS! He was in a kimono again! I thought that he had grown out of his cross-dressing days... Not that I truly minded, since he was one of my biggest clients. But sometimes, I felt like shaking him. If he wanted to wear robes so much, I could design him a more masculine robe, not unlike the tunics I was so fond of. Or a yukata, like Shigure.
He blinked at me, before beginning his custom of bowing repeatedly, apologizing over and over again. I held up my hand for him to stop. I gestured towards the stack of papers that he had brought with him.
I will say this for Ritsu. The fact that he doesn't usually dress in men's clothes gives him a very good eye for women's clothing designs. He handed me the papers, his eyes wide with worry.
I looked at them one at a time, trying to maintain concentration on the paper, and NOT on the fact that Tooru was changing clothes just a few feet away.
"Ri-chan, these are very good!" I squinted my eyes at one of the more flashy dress designs. He smiled, as if in ecstacy. I rolled my eyes.
"Ano...Ayame-san?"
Ritsu froze at the new feminine voice, his smile slowly fading on his lips.
My ears perked. She was almost ready to show off! I nearly flew to the changing room, and stopped outside the curtain.
"Hai Tooru-kun?" I licked my lips in anticipation.
"I can't find the ties..." Her voice trailed off in confusion, as I silently hissed.
"Ne, Tooru-kun? There are no ties for this dress." Hearing a uneasy gasp, I took a step closer. "Would you like a hand?" I said this calmly, but my manhood hardened. Oh what a hand I could give her!
"H-hai.. arigatou" Her voice was so soft, I had to strain to hear her.
Yay! I walked quickly back over to my desk, past a flushed and confused Ritsu. I looked at him, which got the reaction I wanted. He blushed deeply and dipped his face to concentrate on his designs. He was shuffling them around nervously, trying not to look up.
I dug around in my desk for the bottle from earlier. Finding it, I shook it slightly and poured some of the thick fluid onto my fingers. I recapped the bottle, careful not to touch anything. Suddenly an image filled my mind.
"Ne, Ri-chan?" Ritsu looked up at my voice. I lowered it to a whisper. "Give me your hand for a moment." Ritsu blushed, but he quickly comlied.
I rubbed the fluid between a couple of my fingers and smoothed some onto his palm. It was all I could do not to laugh as he lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed.
"Nan desu ka, Ayame-niisan?" He looked at me in confusion.
"Ayame-san? Are you coming?" My ears burned at the unintentional innuendo. Oh if you only knew, Tooru.... I turned my face back to Ritsu as I called out to Tooru "Just a moment Tooru-kun!"
I leaned closer to Ritsu. "Didn't you have to go bathroom?"
Ritsu stared into my eyes, apparently entranced by my beauty. Not that I blame him of course! He slowly nodded, before turning to go towards the lavatory in the back of the shop. I watched him walk away before I turned my attention back to making my way towards Tooru.
"I'm coming Tooru-kun!" I nearly sang this out loud, my breathing quickened and the throbbing returned.
"Hai..."
I put a shaky hand on the edge of the curtain, and took a deep breath before I pulled it back and walked in. My jaw nearly dropped as I felt my sensitive cock twitch.
The light yellow fabric barely covered her body. It had a long skirt with slits on either side that came to her thighs. The bodice of the dress was actually two ties that crossed over her chest below her breasts, allowing the soft mounds of flesh to be partially covered.
I grinned when he saw how Tooru had tied the bodice. She had gathered the ends and tied it around her neck loosely in a bow-tie beneath her chin. I beckoned her closer with a wag of my finger. As she took a few timid steps towards me, I couldn't help but notice the curve of her leg accentuated by the flowing grace of the light fabric, I reached out and gently loosened the ties, letting them undo themselves and fall with the flow of gravity.
I could see that her nipples have hardened beneath the soft caress of the sheer cloth. Kami! My dick is itching again! I have to rub my knees together as I struggled to maintain my posture again. Tooru made no move to cover her exposed chest.
"Ayame-san! What's wrong?" She looked alarmed, her wide eyes displaying a heated emotion that hadn't been there a moment ago. What was it? Desire? Fear? My eyes were beginning to glaze over so that I wasn't able to discern the two.
I begin to close the distance between us and back her into the wall. I reached out my hand again, and smoothed back a few of the stray hairs that lingered in her face. My right hand moved through her hair, and I fisted her hair tightly yet gently at the same time. My left was resting underneath her breast, lightly flicking her nipple with my thumb. I couldn't help but avery my eyes to watch as her nipple bounced slightly under the force of the release.
I met her eyes before lowering my head to her nipple, gently swirling my tongue around the areola before nipping it lightly. I lifted my head as I felt her fingers gather in my hair, gently tugging. Her eyes were dark and glittery.
KAMI! Why did I itch so much? I needed a release. I needed her to do something to stop the itching. I needed friction.
Seeming to sense my thoughts, Tooru released my hair and lightly pushed me away from her before dropping to her knees before me. I clenched her hair tightly in my hand, my erection growing impossibly hard at her nearness.
With deft fingers, she quickly maneuvered my robe up enough that she could concentrate on my waistband. She carefully unzipped my pants to release my dick from it's cloth prison. I looked down, and silently cursed because the robe was blocking my view.
I took my hand out of her hair so that I could undo the fasteners on my robe. Dammit, I wanted to watch her! My hands were moving faster than they should have moved, given the circumstances, causing them to fumble with the simple buttons holding the robe together. KUSO! I'm a designer! I can always fasten the buttons back on! That saying, I ripped off my robe in time to see Tooru's head start to move to my length.
I stared, fascinated with the view and the sensations her tongue's stroke was eliciting from the sensitive skin on my dick and sac. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn't bring myself to quit watching her head moving on mine. I let loose a hiss from deep in my stomach. I didn't want only this anymore.
I fisted my hands in her hair and tugged gently. She looked up at me, as I motioned with my head what I wanted. She nodded and stood up before me.
I loosened my hands again, as she had obeyed me. Lightly, but a little roughly, I pushed her into the wall. I reached behind her, careful to keep our chests apart, and grabbed her buttocks, lifting her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, and I set her lightly against my throbbing cock. I had put enough pressure on her hips that she didn't slide down...yet.
I was enjoying the friction that just being near her hot entrance provided. It felt as though a lover was whispering, as my skin pimpled in shivers. I looked at Tooru. She was squirming against the wall, struggling to move down.
"Ayame-san...onegai...." She whimpered, erotically teasing my skin with her breath. "It itches...onegai Ayame-san onegai" I grinned as I massaged her round bottom with my fingers. She was so light. And this plan was working so perfectly. I moved my right hand caress her folds. She sighed, relaxing in my arms, her fingers still entwined in my hair.
I tilted my face upwards to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss, my tongue quickly slipping in between her lips. She gasped, as I began to suckle on her tongue hungrily. I released her tongue only to whisper to her. "This is going to hurt a little bit, but I promise you I'll make it feel better." She nodded.
I lowered her onto my phallus, impaling her as gently as I could. My own nerves were telling me to go faster, but I couldn't bear to be that cruel to Tooru. She stiffened as I reached the thin proof of her virginity. I paused momentarily, letting her adjust to my size.
Suddenly, Tooru lifted herself a little before firmly pushin herself down on my cock. She completely engulfed it in her loins, as was proved by her curls tickling my stomach. She set the rhythym, which I didn't necessarily mind, but I would have liked it harder. So I let her pace us, until she would be comfortable.
She began to rock herself on my cock in a faster pace than before. I groaned, feeling her walls clench around my dick. It was such a marvelous feeling! Her heels dug into my hips as she tried to get as much force behind her thrusts. Once again, I would have to say that I didn't mind. The way she was riding me was absolutely magnificent! Of course, it didn't hurt that I was an excellent lover!
She tightened her grip on my hair as she pulled my face to nuzzle between her breasts. I didn't mind. I found a spot on her collarbone which made her throw her head back in ecstasy.
Her walls began to fluctuate around my cock, clenching and releasing with such ferocity that it was hard to keep myself from exploding right then and there. I grit my teeth begging for her orgasm to arrive quickly, feeling like I would be swept up at any time.
Kami, NO! It was happening! Not this soon.... I clenched my jaw, determined to make her cum first. I began using my hands on her skin as a booster to help with the thrust. The heat of the friction was unbearable, so, in order to slow down, I lowered one of my fingers to rub at her clit. I grinned as she suddenly came, her juices marinating my cock. Finally! With one last thrust into her depths, I exploded my seed into her. I felt warm, as though I was embraced with a beautiful white light. I watched with momentary disappointment as the light faded, and images came into focus.
Suddenly, her head snapped up, so that she was looking over my shoulder, still rocking on my cock.
"Ayame..." She whispered huskily against my ear "We have an audience..."
I grinned, not needing to turn around. FINALLY Ri-chan comes out of the bathroom. As I continued to nuzzle and suckle on Tooru's earlobe, I felt her move slightly. Suddenly, Tooru pushed herself away from the wall, still riding on my phallus. I allowed her to control, curious as to what she had in mind. She directed me to the high stool that was in the changing rooms.
I sat her on the cushion, as she wrapped her legs even tighter around my waist, making me grow hard again.
She shimmied down so that the small of her back was the only thing resting on the stool, as she looked upside down at Ritsu and waved her hand for him to come to her.
"Ri-chan-san, come here..." I had to bite back a smile. Ri-chan looked positively scared of Tooru. But I couldn't laugh, since this was my idea in the first place. Ri-chan looked to me for guidance.
"Ri-chan...when a beautiful woman beckons to you... You should never turn her down" Ri-chan just stared at me, but I could see that he was aroused.
"De-demo...Aya-niisan...?" I sighed with frustration. I wanted to begin thrusting again. Kami, I wish he'd just get over to Tooru.
"Ri-chan... I'm trying to help you out here. You want to be like me, ne?" Seeing Ri-chan nod, I continued, "Then come over to Tooru. I think this may soothe your tension and give you a heightened sense of self-worth."
I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth! The itch of my dick was nearly unbearable as it lay engulfed in Tooru's clenching depths. I flexed my stomach muscle slightly, moving in Tooru. I hit her G-Spot, causing her to moan in pleasure, her body writhing against mine. I closed my eyes and looked at Ri-chan again. His midsection was twitching in time to Tooru's moaning.
He was staring at Tooru, through hooded eyes. I smirked. That must have worked. Ri-chan started to walk over to Tooru, stopping in front of her face. He moved his gaze to her bare breasts, slowly reaching his hand to touch her skin. As he neared her nipple, he withdrew his hand quickly as though he was touching fire and didn't want to get burned. I snorted. Tooru giggled softly.
She slowly extended her arms over her head, reaching to pull Ri-chan closer to her. I watched with interest, still maintaining a soft thrust. Tooru was a virgin. It blew my mind as to how she knew what to do. She must have the same primal instinct that the rest of us had. I gazed at what she was doing with her hands, enthralled with her movements.
I watched as she effortlessly parted Ri-chan's kimono and moved her hands up to stroke his member. I growled, suddenly jealous. I thrust a little harder in retaliation for being forgotten totally. She moaned in response, licking the tip of Ri-chan's cock, hidden by the robe he wore. I wanted to watch her again.
"Ne, Ri-chan, untie your obi." Ri-chan appeared too aroused by Tooru's ministrations to object. He reached behind him, untying the butterfly obi and letting it drop to the ground behind him. Tooru took this opportunity to spread his kimono even wider, exposing the nagajyuban. I sighed. This seemed to be going way too slow for my taste, I decided, as I began to thrust with a greater need.
Tooru was really going at Ri-chan's cock, as my thrusts were rocking her body on the stool, and moving her into his nest of curls.
I could only envy Ri-chan as she moaned, sending those beautiful vibrations coursing through his skin. I pouted as I realized that Ri-chan was reaping the benefits of my thrusts.
I realized that nobody was paying attention to me now. I looked at Tooru, now hidden under Ri-chan's hair. KUSO! Now I couldn't even watch...
I slowly began to get angry, my hair frizzing a little at the ends. My blood boiling, forcing me to push Tooru into Ri-chan with too much force. But it stopped their actions which is all I wanted to do. They both looked up at me.
Ri-chan looked completely relaxed as his dick just hung there, red from the action that it just got. Tooru's lips were swollen from her ministrations on Ritsu's cock
"What's wrong?" Tooru asked me, her eyes a glaze of confusion.
I began to pull out of her warily. Kami, I had never expected to get jealous! What the hell happened there?
Tooru squeezed my dick as tightly as she could, trying to prevent me from leaving. I brought a hand to my forehead and wiped the sheen of sweat from my brow. Ritsu was staring at me, suddenly unsure of what to do. His eyes were still slightly glazed over with lust, and sexual pacification.
"Ayame-niisan?" I looked at him, suddenly very tired. If this was the beginning of 200 different apologies, I would just walk out. "Did I do something to anger you?" I blinked, trying to clear myself of the haze lingering in my vision.
"Anger me?" Suddenly I laughed. I couldn't stop the rumbling. It started from my gut and tickled over my ribcage before erupting out of my mouth. Once I started, I couldn't seem to stop.
This appeared to worry my friends more, as they looked at each other, hoping the other has the answer to what just happened. This only added to the laughter.
"No, Ri-chan, you didn't anger me at all!" I wiped the tears that were forming on my lower lids.
Tooru sat back up, staring at me. "Then what's wrong?" She reached her hand out to touch my face, I backed away instinctively.
"Nothing. But don't you see?!" I sweatdropped because my friends didn't understand at all. "RI-CHAN DIDN'T APOLOGIZE! ATARI!!!!"
With that exclamation, I quickly left the room, closing the curtain before they could see my smile fade. And I realized then, what I should have realized earlier. I didn't want to share...
***To Be Continued***
Translator's note: Atari is another way of saying "success"
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Disclaimer: I own nothing at all..... relating to FB, situations....or even talent... Daaaa
A/N: Ok ok ok....I know this has nothing to do with any of the other fics I've been writing...it just seemed somehow wrong to leave Ritsu out of the mix! He deserves a little bit of blush, ne? Once again, not sure if there will be a point to this....just going where my Ritsu muse leads me! And I have absolutely no clue why I'm writing a threesome fic through the eyes of a man... ~sighs sadly~ No clue. Please enjoy!
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"Great! So you will be able to make it?" I paused before adding, "I look forward to seeing my outfit on you!" A huge grin spread over my face as I licked my lips in anticipation. Hearing a soft feminine response sent shivers up my spine. I hung up the phone after an exaggerated goodbye.
My mind began to run in circles as I sat down to plan this event. I had to be careful, otherwise I could not be sure that this would be successful.
The plan was quite simple, actually. Call Tooru to come over, and then to call my devoted protege. The first part of this plan was out of the way, as I had just hung up the phone with Tooru. I rubbed my hands together quickly before picking up the phone to ring Ri-chan.
The line rang fully two times, before a timid voice interrupted the third tone.
"Sumimasen, Moshi moshi?" Ri-chan's voice answered weakly. I sighed. He was already apologizing. This was going to be easier than I thought.
"Ritsu?" I asked loudly, my voice echoing in the silence at the other end of the line. I was about to ask again, when Ri-chan answered eagerly.
"Aya-niisan?"
"Hai Ri-chan. Ayame desu. How are you doing today?" I feared the answer. He always seemed to answer that question in a great amount of detail. Today was no different, but as I asked for it, I prepared myself to listen to his answer fully.
"Aya-niisan! I'm honored by your call!" I could hear rustling in the background, I was sure that Ri-chan was nearly falling over. "I'm doing well! I was just working on some pictures..."
I stopped him mid-sentence. "You were drawing?" I grinned as his voice faltered a bit at my sudden interest.
"ha-hai!"
"What were you drawing Ritsu?" If he answered the way I thought he might, this would be even easier than I had imagined it would be.
"Ki-kimono..." He stammered the word out, as though it were nervously sitting on his tongue. BINGO! My eyes glittered with a new idea. I smiled wickedly.
"Ne, Ri-chan? Will you bring them over? I would love to look at your designs!" I didn't even have to fake the enthusiasm in my voice. Ri-chan's art was quite good, actually. But he was so timidly minded, that he often had destroyed more pictures than he showed me. I had to suppress a laugh as I heard a noise over the phone, sounding as though Ri-chan's home collapsed around him.
"Su-sumimasen Aya-niisan!"
"Iie, please stop apologizing Ri-chan!" I tried to say this as seriously as my laughing gut would allow. "But please, can you be here in 30 minutes?" I didn't have to wait long before the receiver nearly glowed with the ecstatic response.
"Ha-hai! I will see you then."
Though I had worried about it earlier that morning, it was beginning to run quite smoothly. I couldn't resist anymore.
"And Ri-chan?" A pause over the phone "Don't be late." Another loud crash in the background as silence prevailed momentarily.
"GOMENNASAI!!!!!!!GOMENNA-"
I quickly hung up the phone, not wanting to hear another apology. Besides, I had much to do to prepare for this...event.
And what an event it would be! I thought with glee as I rummaged around my piles of clothing impatiently, trying to find something. I grinned as my hand touched something silky and sheer. I pulled the cloth up and held it in front of me, watching the fabric wave out as gravity forced the edge down to the floor. It may be a little too long for her, but I was sure that she would look excellent in it.
Her round perky bosom....her firm little derriere... I forced myself to stop, as I felt myself harden unexpectedly. My glands produced a large amount of saliva and released it into my mouth. I choked on the sudden taste. Great! I thought to myself, irritated with the problem growing in my pants. I had told them 30 minutes and I had to help myself too!
I resolved to work that much faster so that I could have a couple minutes to myself before they got there. I shifted in my chair uncomfortably, as I fumbled in one of the drawers of my desk. Finding what I was looking for, I pulled the bottle out of the darkened space and gently shook it up. I groaned as it turned me on even more. This was quickly becoming annoying! If I didn't hurry, I wouldn't have any time before they got there.
I quickly uncapped the bottle and held part of the fabric taut between my fingers. I sprinkled a few drops onto the pale yellow cloth. I recapped the bottle and placed it back into the drawer. Pushing it shut with one leg, I concentrated on smoothing the drops into the texture, careful to leave no trace of discoloration.
I set the dress down, satisfied with the job I had done. Speaking of jobs.... There was one that is throbbing for a release... I looked at the clock on the wall. Good! I still had 15 minutes! That should be more than enough to take care of a little business of my own.
I stood up, pushing the chair back with my legs as I smoothed my robe. I wasn't sure if it was intentional or not, but my fingers brushed by the bulge in my pants. I walked toward the door to make sure that the sign said "Closed" before retreating to my private office.
Pushing the door open, I saw the comfortable chair sitting before the vanity. The frilly comforter draped over an imported rounded bed. The walls were red...In fact, I noted with a sudden interest. EVERYTHING was red in this room. I wonder why I never noticed that before.
My throbbing erection yearned to be free from it's linen prison. I rubbed my hand over my pants for a moment, savoring the sensation that I was giving to myself. Carefully, I unzipped my pants. I remembered too well from an incident a couple years ago where I had NOT been so careful, and um.... well, let's just say I hurt myself rather bad. It's a truly embarrassing thing to be taken to the hospital with your zipper stuck on your manhood. Ah well.
I dipped my right hand into my pants, and pulled my unit out gently, stroking it as I went along. It popped out suddenly, and nearly bounced in my hand in appreciation.
I walked over to my vanity and put my left hand against the edge of the table to brace myself. Leaning down, I kept my head focused at my erection in the mirror.
I began to stroke slowly. Making sure that my rhythm was being maintained. I looked at myself in the mirror, completely fascinated with the moisture that had already gathered on the tip. I ran my middle finger over it and brought it closer to my face, as I rubbed the fluid with my thumb. I slowly brought my finger up to my mouth and licked the tip of my finger.
It was an interesting taste. I had never done this before, so it was exciting to me to taste myself for the first time. The warm fluid tasted erotic, and I rolled it on my tongue while my hand lowered again to resume it's buisiness.
Again, I started more slowly than I would have liked, but for some reason my dick felt extrememly sensitive - almost raw. I shook my head free of that thought, as I focused more on quickening my strokes. The side of my hand made a slapping sound against my balls, sending a tingling sensation through to my core. I shivered with pleasure.
I watched myself in the mirror closely, making sure that I caught the look of my face from multiple angles. I wasn't preening. I just wanted to make sure that the next time I was with a woman, I was always beautiful.
As I began to climax into my hand, I saw my lips part, and my tongue moved to one of the corners in concentration. I gave myself a few more rough strokes before I came onto the table.
I closed my eyes in relief as I put my other hand on the table and leaned my head down, still panting from my exercise.
Looking up, I met my gaze in the reflection of the mirror and noticed that my eyelids were still rather drooped. This would not do at all! As I began to be able to control my breath, I heard a knock at the front door of the shop, softened by the distance.
Grimacing, I bent over to pick up my pants and pull them up over my still hard cock. I winced in pain. Why was I so sensitive? I cursed under my breath, finally succeeding in zipping my pants. I opened the door of my office and began to walk to the front door, patting my cheeks hastily, forgetting about the cum sitting on the table.
"Sou!" I unlocked the door and opened it to reveal Tooru looking at me in what appeared to be concern. Damn! She must have noticed my flushed face. I looked at the clock on the wall and paused. It had taken me 15 minutes to climax? I could go a long time with a woman, but with myself, I usually came right away.
"Daijoubu ka, Ayame-san?" Tooru brushed her hand against my forehead, forcing me to take a few steps back so that she didn't realize the thin layer of sweat that graced my brow.
"A-aaa I'm fine Tooru-kun. Doumo..." I swept my arm to the side, allowing her to enter deeper into the shop. She walked in slowly, before turning and looking at me expectantly.
"When you called earlier, you said that you wanted my help with something?"
I tried to maintain my control, as my thoughts were quickly causing me to harden even more painfully. What was wrong with my dick? I shrugged it off before turning to face Tooru with a smile on my face. Kami, I hope she doesn't realize that it's forced.
"I have a new design that I wanted to see you try on." was all I could muster before her eyes lit up. I sweatdropped, as she stepped closer to me. I felt shaky with need.
"Really, Ayame-san? Is it ok?" She looked torn between surprise, concern and hopefullness. I grinned my most winning smile at her.
"Tooru-kun! I asked you to do it! Of course it's ok!" I waved my hand at her reassuringly. I was rewarded with a brilliant smile lighting up her features. Leaning over, I took her hand and led her over to my table.
Picking up the saturated cloth, I held it up for her to look at. Her eyes widened at the thinness of the fabric, but she never lost her smile, though it may have faltered a bit.
She held out her hands for the dress, and I happily put the dress on her arms. She looked at me questioningly, as I turned her shoulders in the direction of the room set aside in the corner of the room. She walked inside and reached up to close the curtain.
I watched her hungrily as she fumbled with the ties of the curtain door. A knock at the door shook me out of my reverie... That had to be Ritsu. Part of me wanted to grin, and part of me wanted to ignore and just take Tooru myself. My sensible side won out as I half limped to the door to open it for Ritsu. I sweatdropped.
EGADS! He was in a kimono again! I thought that he had grown out of his cross-dressing days... Not that I truly minded, since he was one of my biggest clients. But sometimes, I felt like shaking him. If he wanted to wear robes so much, I could design him a more masculine robe, not unlike the tunics I was so fond of. Or a yukata, like Shigure.
He blinked at me, before beginning his custom of bowing repeatedly, apologizing over and over again. I held up my hand for him to stop. I gestured towards the stack of papers that he had brought with him.
I will say this for Ritsu. The fact that he doesn't usually dress in men's clothes gives him a very good eye for women's clothing designs. He handed me the papers, his eyes wide with worry.
I looked at them one at a time, trying to maintain concentration on the paper, and NOT on the fact that Tooru was changing clothes just a few feet away.
"Ri-chan, these are very good!" I squinted my eyes at one of the more flashy dress designs. He smiled, as if in ecstacy. I rolled my eyes.
"Ano...Ayame-san?"
Ritsu froze at the new feminine voice, his smile slowly fading on his lips.
My ears perked. She was almost ready to show off! I nearly flew to the changing room, and stopped outside the curtain.
"Hai Tooru-kun?" I licked my lips in anticipation.
"I can't find the ties..." Her voice trailed off in confusion, as I silently hissed.
"Ne, Tooru-kun? There are no ties for this dress." Hearing a uneasy gasp, I took a step closer. "Would you like a hand?" I said this calmly, but my manhood hardened. Oh what a hand I could give her!
"H-hai.. arigatou" Her voice was so soft, I had to strain to hear her.
Yay! I walked quickly back over to my desk, past a flushed and confused Ritsu. I looked at him, which got the reaction I wanted. He blushed deeply and dipped his face to concentrate on his designs. He was shuffling them around nervously, trying not to look up.
I dug around in my desk for the bottle from earlier. Finding it, I shook it slightly and poured some of the thick fluid onto my fingers. I recapped the bottle, careful not to touch anything. Suddenly an image filled my mind.
"Ne, Ri-chan?" Ritsu looked up at my voice. I lowered it to a whisper. "Give me your hand for a moment." Ritsu blushed, but he quickly comlied.
I rubbed the fluid between a couple of my fingers and smoothed some onto his palm. It was all I could do not to laugh as he lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed.
"Nan desu ka, Ayame-niisan?" He looked at me in confusion.
"Ayame-san? Are you coming?" My ears burned at the unintentional innuendo. Oh if you only knew, Tooru.... I turned my face back to Ritsu as I called out to Tooru "Just a moment Tooru-kun!"
I leaned closer to Ritsu. "Didn't you have to go bathroom?"
Ritsu stared into my eyes, apparently entranced by my beauty. Not that I blame him of course! He slowly nodded, before turning to go towards the lavatory in the back of the shop. I watched him walk away before I turned my attention back to making my way towards Tooru.
"I'm coming Tooru-kun!" I nearly sang this out loud, my breathing quickened and the throbbing returned.
"Hai..."
I put a shaky hand on the edge of the curtain, and took a deep breath before I pulled it back and walked in. My jaw nearly dropped as I felt my sensitive cock twitch.
The light yellow fabric barely covered her body. It had a long skirt with slits on either side that came to her thighs. The bodice of the dress was actually two ties that crossed over her chest below her breasts, allowing the soft mounds of flesh to be partially covered.
I grinned when he saw how Tooru had tied the bodice. She had gathered the ends and tied it around her neck loosely in a bow-tie beneath her chin. I beckoned her closer with a wag of my finger. As she took a few timid steps towards me, I couldn't help but notice the curve of her leg accentuated by the flowing grace of the light fabric, I reached out and gently loosened the ties, letting them undo themselves and fall with the flow of gravity.
I could see that her nipples have hardened beneath the soft caress of the sheer cloth. Kami! My dick is itching again! I have to rub my knees together as I struggled to maintain my posture again. Tooru made no move to cover her exposed chest.
"Ayame-san! What's wrong?" She looked alarmed, her wide eyes displaying a heated emotion that hadn't been there a moment ago. What was it? Desire? Fear? My eyes were beginning to glaze over so that I wasn't able to discern the two.
I begin to close the distance between us and back her into the wall. I reached out my hand again, and smoothed back a few of the stray hairs that lingered in her face. My right hand moved through her hair, and I fisted her hair tightly yet gently at the same time. My left was resting underneath her breast, lightly flicking her nipple with my thumb. I couldn't help but avery my eyes to watch as her nipple bounced slightly under the force of the release.
I met her eyes before lowering my head to her nipple, gently swirling my tongue around the areola before nipping it lightly. I lifted my head as I felt her fingers gather in my hair, gently tugging. Her eyes were dark and glittery.
KAMI! Why did I itch so much? I needed a release. I needed her to do something to stop the itching. I needed friction.
Seeming to sense my thoughts, Tooru released my hair and lightly pushed me away from her before dropping to her knees before me. I clenched her hair tightly in my hand, my erection growing impossibly hard at her nearness.
With deft fingers, she quickly maneuvered my robe up enough that she could concentrate on my waistband. She carefully unzipped my pants to release my dick from it's cloth prison. I looked down, and silently cursed because the robe was blocking my view.
I took my hand out of her hair so that I could undo the fasteners on my robe. Dammit, I wanted to watch her! My hands were moving faster than they should have moved, given the circumstances, causing them to fumble with the simple buttons holding the robe together. KUSO! I'm a designer! I can always fasten the buttons back on! That saying, I ripped off my robe in time to see Tooru's head start to move to my length.
I stared, fascinated with the view and the sensations her tongue's stroke was eliciting from the sensitive skin on my dick and sac. I wanted to close my eyes, but couldn't bring myself to quit watching her head moving on mine. I let loose a hiss from deep in my stomach. I didn't want only this anymore.
I fisted my hands in her hair and tugged gently. She looked up at me, as I motioned with my head what I wanted. She nodded and stood up before me.
I loosened my hands again, as she had obeyed me. Lightly, but a little roughly, I pushed her into the wall. I reached behind her, careful to keep our chests apart, and grabbed her buttocks, lifting her. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist, and I set her lightly against my throbbing cock. I had put enough pressure on her hips that she didn't slide down...yet.
I was enjoying the friction that just being near her hot entrance provided. It felt as though a lover was whispering, as my skin pimpled in shivers. I looked at Tooru. She was squirming against the wall, struggling to move down.
"Ayame-san...onegai...." She whimpered, erotically teasing my skin with her breath. "It itches...onegai Ayame-san onegai" I grinned as I massaged her round bottom with my fingers. She was so light. And this plan was working so perfectly. I moved my right hand caress her folds. She sighed, relaxing in my arms, her fingers still entwined in my hair.
I tilted my face upwards to claim her mouth in a passionate kiss, my tongue quickly slipping in between her lips. She gasped, as I began to suckle on her tongue hungrily. I released her tongue only to whisper to her. "This is going to hurt a little bit, but I promise you I'll make it feel better." She nodded.
I lowered her onto my phallus, impaling her as gently as I could. My own nerves were telling me to go faster, but I couldn't bear to be that cruel to Tooru. She stiffened as I reached the thin proof of her virginity. I paused momentarily, letting her adjust to my size.
Suddenly, Tooru lifted herself a little before firmly pushin herself down on my cock. She completely engulfed it in her loins, as was proved by her curls tickling my stomach. She set the rhythym, which I didn't necessarily mind, but I would have liked it harder. So I let her pace us, until she would be comfortable.
She began to rock herself on my cock in a faster pace than before. I groaned, feeling her walls clench around my dick. It was such a marvelous feeling! Her heels dug into my hips as she tried to get as much force behind her thrusts. Once again, I would have to say that I didn't mind. The way she was riding me was absolutely magnificent! Of course, it didn't hurt that I was an excellent lover!
She tightened her grip on my hair as she pulled my face to nuzzle between her breasts. I didn't mind. I found a spot on her collarbone which made her throw her head back in ecstasy.
Her walls began to fluctuate around my cock, clenching and releasing with such ferocity that it was hard to keep myself from exploding right then and there. I grit my teeth begging for her orgasm to arrive quickly, feeling like I would be swept up at any time.
Kami, NO! It was happening! Not this soon.... I clenched my jaw, determined to make her cum first. I began using my hands on her skin as a booster to help with the thrust. The heat of the friction was unbearable, so, in order to slow down, I lowered one of my fingers to rub at her clit. I grinned as she suddenly came, her juices marinating my cock. Finally! With one last thrust into her depths, I exploded my seed into her. I felt warm, as though I was embraced with a beautiful white light. I watched with momentary disappointment as the light faded, and images came into focus.
Suddenly, her head snapped up, so that she was looking over my shoulder, still rocking on my cock.
"Ayame..." She whispered huskily against my ear "We have an audience..."
I grinned, not needing to turn around. FINALLY Ri-chan comes out of the bathroom. As I continued to nuzzle and suckle on Tooru's earlobe, I felt her move slightly. Suddenly, Tooru pushed herself away from the wall, still riding on my phallus. I allowed her to control, curious as to what she had in mind. She directed me to the high stool that was in the changing rooms.
I sat her on the cushion, as she wrapped her legs even tighter around my waist, making me grow hard again.
She shimmied down so that the small of her back was the only thing resting on the stool, as she looked upside down at Ritsu and waved her hand for him to come to her.
"Ri-chan-san, come here..." I had to bite back a smile. Ri-chan looked positively scared of Tooru. But I couldn't laugh, since this was my idea in the first place. Ri-chan looked to me for guidance.
"Ri-chan...when a beautiful woman beckons to you... You should never turn her down" Ri-chan just stared at me, but I could see that he was aroused.
"De-demo...Aya-niisan...?" I sighed with frustration. I wanted to begin thrusting again. Kami, I wish he'd just get over to Tooru.
"Ri-chan... I'm trying to help you out here. You want to be like me, ne?" Seeing Ri-chan nod, I continued, "Then come over to Tooru. I think this may soothe your tension and give you a heightened sense of self-worth."
I couldn't believe those words were coming out of my mouth! The itch of my dick was nearly unbearable as it lay engulfed in Tooru's clenching depths. I flexed my stomach muscle slightly, moving in Tooru. I hit her G-Spot, causing her to moan in pleasure, her body writhing against mine. I closed my eyes and looked at Ri-chan again. His midsection was twitching in time to Tooru's moaning.
He was staring at Tooru, through hooded eyes. I smirked. That must have worked. Ri-chan started to walk over to Tooru, stopping in front of her face. He moved his gaze to her bare breasts, slowly reaching his hand to touch her skin. As he neared her nipple, he withdrew his hand quickly as though he was touching fire and didn't want to get burned. I snorted. Tooru giggled softly.
She slowly extended her arms over her head, reaching to pull Ri-chan closer to her. I watched with interest, still maintaining a soft thrust. Tooru was a virgin. It blew my mind as to how she knew what to do. She must have the same primal instinct that the rest of us had. I gazed at what she was doing with her hands, enthralled with her movements.
I watched as she effortlessly parted Ri-chan's kimono and moved her hands up to stroke his member. I growled, suddenly jealous. I thrust a little harder in retaliation for being forgotten totally. She moaned in response, licking the tip of Ri-chan's cock, hidden by the robe he wore. I wanted to watch her again.
"Ne, Ri-chan, untie your obi." Ri-chan appeared too aroused by Tooru's ministrations to object. He reached behind him, untying the butterfly obi and letting it drop to the ground behind him. Tooru took this opportunity to spread his kimono even wider, exposing the nagajyuban. I sighed. This seemed to be going way too slow for my taste, I decided, as I began to thrust with a greater need.
Tooru was really going at Ri-chan's cock, as my thrusts were rocking her body on the stool, and moving her into his nest of curls.
I could only envy Ri-chan as she moaned, sending those beautiful vibrations coursing through his skin. I pouted as I realized that Ri-chan was reaping the benefits of my thrusts.
I realized that nobody was paying attention to me now. I looked at Tooru, now hidden under Ri-chan's hair. KUSO! Now I couldn't even watch...
I slowly began to get angry, my hair frizzing a little at the ends. My blood boiling, forcing me to push Tooru into Ri-chan with too much force. But it stopped their actions which is all I wanted to do. They both looked up at me.
Ri-chan looked completely relaxed as his dick just hung there, red from the action that it just got. Tooru's lips were swollen from her ministrations on Ritsu's cock
"What's wrong?" Tooru asked me, her eyes a glaze of confusion.
I began to pull out of her warily. Kami, I had never expected to get jealous! What the hell happened there?
Tooru squeezed my dick as tightly as she could, trying to prevent me from leaving. I brought a hand to my forehead and wiped the sheen of sweat from my brow. Ritsu was staring at me, suddenly unsure of what to do. His eyes were still slightly glazed over with lust, and sexual pacification.
"Ayame-niisan?" I looked at him, suddenly very tired. If this was the beginning of 200 different apologies, I would just walk out. "Did I do something to anger you?" I blinked, trying to clear myself of the haze lingering in my vision.
"Anger me?" Suddenly I laughed. I couldn't stop the rumbling. It started from my gut and tickled over my ribcage before erupting out of my mouth. Once I started, I couldn't seem to stop.
This appeared to worry my friends more, as they looked at each other, hoping the other has the answer to what just happened. This only added to the laughter.
"No, Ri-chan, you didn't anger me at all!" I wiped the tears that were forming on my lower lids.
Tooru sat back up, staring at me. "Then what's wrong?" She reached her hand out to touch my face, I backed away instinctively.
"Nothing. But don't you see?!" I sweatdropped because my friends didn't understand at all. "RI-CHAN DIDN'T APOLOGIZE! ATARI!!!!"
With that exclamation, I quickly left the room, closing the curtain before they could see my smile fade. And I realized then, what I should have realized earlier. I didn't want to share...
***To Be Continued***
Translator's note: Atari is another way of saying "success"