Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction ❯ Comparative Studies ❯ Physics ( Chapter 1 )
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By: hawker_748 
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.27.2006 | Updated On: 08.05.2013 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 16.9K | Status: Work In Progress
Anime/Manga: Neon Genesis Evangelion Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai / Drama | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 09.27.2006 | Updated On: 08.05.2013 | Pages: 5 | Words: 7.3K | Visits: 16.9K | Status: Work In Progress
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Lemon Content Warning. This fic contains sexual themes and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies
By: hawker_748
“Shinji! Look! Look!” Asuka called out. “Back roll entry!” She then rolled off the edge of the deck into the pool.
Shinji sighed to himself and tried to concentrate on his physics homework, but memories of what Asuka looked like in that red and white striped two piece swimsuit, as well as Rei, with her exotic blue hair and red eyes, contrived to float through his thoughts. Resigning himself to not being able to work on his homework, and with a strange need to clear his head, Shinji shut off and closed his laptop. He placed it in his bag, along with the rest of his things, got up, and walked out of the pool room.
‘Maybe the cafeteria will be easier to study in,’ Shinji decided. ‘It won’t be so… distracting in there.’ It wasn’t as if the rest of NERV’s personnel were going to be walking around in swimsuits that seemed designed to fluster a man’s thinking. As he’d hoped, the cafeteria was mostly deserted, with only a few technicians there on their break. Shinji didn’t recognize any of them, as he was only familiar with the bridge crew, so he bought some tea, took a seat at an empty table, and resumed his studies.
Within five minutes, the technicians had finished their break and left to return to their duty stations. They had all recognized Shinji, but none had felt comfortable with the idea of talking to him, as they only knew him as the pilot of Unit-01. In the welcome isolation, Shinji continued to vainly try to grasp the concepts of the lesson, until a new voice nearly made him jump out of his chair. “What are you working on Shinji?”
“Dr.-Dr. Akagi… What are you doing here?”
“Good to see you too, Shinji…” she commented dryly.
“Sorry, you, you startled me…” Shinji apologized. “Hello Dr. Akagi.”
“Hello Shinji,” she replied with a faint smile. “I thought you’d be swimming with Rei and Asuka…”
“I… can’t swim,” Shinji confessed. “And I needed to study.”
“So why not study there?” Ritsuko suggested.
Unbidden, images of Rei and Asuka in their swimsuits entered Shinji’s mind. “Too… noisy,” he replied, a faint blush on his cheeks.
Ritsuko saw the flush, and figured out why Shinji had really left, but decided to humor him. ‘He isn’t much like his father,’ she reflected. ‘Nothing seems to faze Gendo…’ “Well, what are you studying?” she asked.
“Physics,” Shinji answered, turning his laptop so Ritsuko could see it.
“Hmmm, thermal expansion… That isn’t so hard,” Ritsuko considered.
“Asuka said the same thing,” Shinji remarked. “But I don’t really get it…”
“Did she try to explain it to you?”
Shinji blushed again. “A little… but it didn’t really help.”
Dr. Akagi was nonplussed. ‘Maybe he should have asked her to be more clear…’
“Could you help me?” Shinji murmured.
“Excuse me?”
“Could-could you help me, Dr. Akagi?” Shinji asked softly.
Dr. Akagi paused in a sip of her coffee, and looked blankly at Shinji. “You want me to do your homework for you?”
“No! I-I mean, could-could you explain it?” Shinji tried to push a happy thought out of his mind of having all of his homework done by NERV’s resident genius.
Dr. Akagi couldn’t help herself, she started chuckling softly. ‘An Ikari asking for help with something…’ “Okay Shinji, let’s see what I can do…” She then took hold of Shinji’s laptop, reading over what he was reviewing. “You understand thermal expansion?”
“Heat something, it expands…” Shinji replied unsurely.
“Correct, and when you cool something it contracts. There’s even a way to calculate how much an object changes size.”
“There is?”
“Yes. Coefficient of expansion, the percentage by which an object changes size per unit of temperature,” Dr. Akagi explained, in full lecture mode. “Every substance has its own coefficient of expansion, and you multiply it by the size or volume of an object, and then multiply by the change in temperature, and the result is how much an object will expand.” She used Shinji’s laptop to show him a few examples.
Shinji had a look of dawning comprehension on his face. “I think I understand, but…”
“But what?” Ritsuko prompted.
“What about water?”
“Water?” Ritsuko was certain she knew what Shinji was getting at, be she decided to see how he’d handle it on his own.
“I put a bottle of water in the freezer once,” Shinji recalled. “I forgot about it, and the next morning the bottle had broken. I thought that things contracted when they got cold…”
“They do, water just happens to be an exception,” Dr. Akagi stated. “Water expands when it freezes and becomes ice.”
Shinji mulled that over for a few moments, before something occurred to him. “What about LCL?”
“LCL?” Dr. Akagi was surprised that the lesson had taken such an unexpected turn.
“Is it like water? Does it expand when it freezes?”
For a second, Ritsuko debated whether it was wise to discuss the characteristics of LCL with Shinji, but she decided that this little fact wouldn’t change anything. “Yes, it acts like water.”
Shinji nodded in understanding. “I see… Shouldn’t temperature affect the pressure of LCL in the entry plug?”
“Why do you ask Shinji?” a now puzzled Dr. Akagi asked.
“When the fifth Angel tried to boil me, shouldn’t there have been a pressure change?”
“No Shinji, there are systems to prevent that,” Ritsuko replied, secretly impressed that Shinji had been able to adapt one concept to another to ask such a question.
“How?”
“The pressure of the LCL is monitored in the entry plug, and when it changes, valves open that either let some of it escape, or pump more in as necessary,” she explained. “The LCL is circulated in the system, it’s not simply poured in and capped off.”
“It looks like that where I sit…”
Ritsuko chuckled. “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thanks,” Shinji replied faintly.
“You’re welcome. Now, what else do you need help with?” The two of them stayed in the cafeteria for some time, the director of Project E calmly explaining elementary physics to the pilot of Evangelion Unit-01, the doctor bemused by the intelligence Shinji seemed to possess, hidden for so long under his painful shyness.
For his part, Shinji learned more about physics in an hour with Dr. Akagi, than in months of classroom instruction. Ritsuko explained things simply, and to his relief, never used an example like Asuka had. The lesson went on for over an hour, until Dr. Akagi was called away, and the two of them parted company, Shinji with a new understanding of physics, and Ritsuko with a new found admiration for the son of NERV’s commanding officer.
***
“What?!” Asuka screeched. “How did you get an ‘A’ on that physics test? How did you beat me?”
After the botched recovery operation of Sandalphon at Mt. Asama, and the stay at the resort, Shinji, Asuka, and Misato had returned to their apartment, the two pilots resuming their studies. The school work seemed easier to Shinji now, and he found himself able to take the exam with some confidence, but even he was surprised to have earned an ‘A’ grade. “You-you did good too Asuka…”
“A B+ isn’t ‘good,’ Third Child,” Asuka growled. “I’d have gotten an A+ if it had been in German, but those stupid Kanji chicken scratches screwed me up… And how’d you get an ‘A?’ Did you sleep with the teacher?”
Shinji paled. “No!”
“You’re right, he wouldn’t see anything in you either,” Asuka admitted. “You have Misato sleep with him?”
“I just studied!” Shinji nearly sobbed.
“You sure you didn’t cheat? Have someone take your place?” Asuka pressed.
“I-I just asked Dr. Akagi for help…”
“Dr. Akagi? You mean the bottle blonde who’s always making us do synch-tests? Caffeine and nicotine addict? THAT Dr. Akagi?” When Shinji nodded, Asuka continued. “Doesn’t she have some more important things to do? Like, helping save the world?”
“We met in the cafeteria, and she explained it to me, that’s all… She didn’t seem to mind,” Shinji added.
“Great,” grumbled Asuka. “You gonna ask Misato for help in driver’s ed? Never mind, bad example…”
“What’s this about my driving?” Misato asked as she walked into the kitchen and retrieved a beer from the fridge.
“Nothing, Baka-Shinji here just had Dr. Akagi help him with his homework, that’s all…”
“Really?” inquired Misato. “How did that work out?”
“I-I got an ‘A’ on the test,” Shinji replied quietly.
“Congratulations Shinji!” Misato crowed.
“It’s just one test,” Shinji pointed out.
“But it’s your best result yet. How are you going to thank Ritsuko?”
“Thank her?” Shinji asked blankly.
“A true gentleman always offers thanks,” Misato declared. “I know, you can cook her dinner tomorrow night!” Misato then pulled out her cell phone to arrange things with her college friend.
“Hey! Who’s gonna cook for us then?” Asuka demanded.
“I shall prepare our repast,” Misato announced imperiously, before she resumed telling Ritsuko about what would happen tomorrow night.
“Super,” fumed Asuka. “Dr. Akagi will be having good food, and I’ll probably need to get my stomach pumped. This is all your fault Shinji…”
“But-but I didn’t-”
“It’s all set up Shinji,” Misato told him as she turned off her cell. “I’ll drop you off tomorrow at five.”
“Drop off? Isn’t she coming here?” Shinji wondered.
“Nah, Ritsuko hasn’t been on a date in some time, and this is as close as she’ll probably get,” Misato answered. “Will you have honorable intentions young man?” Misato chuckled as Shinji went beet-red. ‘I love teasing that kid…’
“Misato!”
“Relax, I’m just kidding,” she said with a grin.
Looking at the playful smirk on Misato’s face, and the glare from Asuka, Shinji decided that a strategic retreat was probably his best option. Slinking out of the kitchen, Shinji went into his room, closed the door and laid down, pulling out his SDAT. Listening to his music in the darkened room, Shinji wondered why he always had problems pop up whenever something good happened.
***
“So, Shinji, what’s on tonight’s menu?” Ritsuko asked him the following evening. She couldn’t believe that Misato had suggested this, but she wasn’t surprised that Shinji had gone along with it. ‘If he ever stood up for himself, I think I’d probably drop dead from surprise…’
“Grilled salmon in dill sauce… Is that okay with you Dr. Akagi?”
“Sounds delicious Shinji, I can see why Misato has you do most of the cooking.”
“I’m the only one that really knows how…” Shinji replied softly. “I don’t have much choice…”
Not knowing what to say to that, Ritsuko chose to be supportive. “I’m sure it will be excellent Shinji.” ‘Why did I agree to this?’ she wondered. ‘It’s nice of him to do this, but he shouldn’t have to put himself out. I could have said ‘no’ to Misato.’ The more she thought about it, Ritsuko realized that she’d been curious about what Shinji was like. He’d surprised her with his ability during the study session, and she was pondering what other surprises Gendo’s son might have in store.
Ritsuko took another sip of the wine Shinji had brought, at Misato’s insistence, she was sure, and regarded him closely as he worked. He was wearing his usual white shirt and dark pants, and it occurred to her that she’d that the only other thing she’d ever seen him wear was his plugsuit. Looking at his face, Ritsuko realized that she could see traces of his father there, only without the harsh coldness Gendo seemed to radiate. He looked like a younger, shaved version of Gendo, and she also found herself wondering if Shinji’s eyes would always be soft, or if they would one day be as hard as his father’s.
Thinking of Gendo made her frown, and take a larger sip from her glass, emptying it, and prompting her to refill it. “Would you like some wine Shinji?” she asked, making an attempt to be a good host.
“No thank you, Misato made me bring that,” he answered, unknowingly confirming Ritsuko’s earlier suspicion.
Ritsuko took another sip, and found herself thinking of Commander Ikari once again. She knew that he could never love her, just as he hadn’t loved her mother, but she couldn’t keep herself from being drawn to him. ‘Why is it that we Akagis only fall for cold, distant men? You think we’d be smart enough to know better…’
Shinji was… everything his father wasn’t; timid, shy, insecure… kind, gentle, considerate… Ritsuko found herself casting her eyes over his form before she admonished herself. ‘That’s it, I’ve had too much wine… There’s no way I should be checking out Shinji, or noticing that he’s got a cute butt. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…’ Pushing surprisingly pleasant thoughts about the Third Child out of her mind, Ritsuko tried to find something she could focus on. “Need some help?”
Shinji shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m okay…”
“You sure?” pressed Dr. Akagi. “I’m not as hopeless in the kitchen as Misato.” She would later swear that she’d seen clear relief on Shinji’s face.
“Yes, I’m doing this as thanks for your help,” Shinji insisted. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Okay,” Ritsuko acknowledged. ‘Misato’s lucky to have him,’ she decided. She watched Shinji go through the steps of preparing dinner, skillfully slicing the vegetables and preparing the fish. She found herself losing track of time watching him work, only to be shocked back to reality when he suddenly cried out. “Shinji! What’s wrong?”
“Slipped… burned my finger on the stove,” he hissed in obvious pain.
Ritsuko quickly jumped up and went to her freezer, pulled out a bag of frozen peas, and brought it to Shinji, who was holding his burnt finger to his chest. “Put this on it, it’ll cool it off,” she instructed.
Shinji wrapped his finger with the bag of frozen vegetables, flinching as the coldness overwhelmed the burning sensation. “S-sorry Dr. Akagi, I’m clumsy…”
“Don’t worry about it Shinji,” she replied dismissively, crouching down until she was at eye level with him. “As long as you’re okay…” She then took his uninjured hand in her right hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“Thanks Dr. Akagi…”
Dr. Akagi released Shinji as the makeshift cold pack took the heat out of his burn. She idly rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, trying to recapture the soft feel of Shinji’s hand. As he adjusted the bag of frozen peas to aid in the cooling process, Ritsuko stared at him, seeing the pain on his face slowly dissipate as the peas did their work. ‘He… he looks so vulnerable…’ When Gendo had burned his hands opening Rei’s entry plug when Unit-00 went berserk during the activation test, he’d scarcely acknowledged his injury.
But Shinji was obviously in pain over a minor burn on his finger. ‘He doesn’t pretend to be emotionless, he lets himself feel things…’ She swallowed as her thoughts took a decidedly unexpected turn. ‘He would let someone know how he feels about them… He would let himself care for someone, not just use them for his own needs…’ Ritsuko continued to stare at Shinji silently, all of the while continuing to rub her thumb and forefinger together.
“Ritsuko…” she said softly.
“Pardon me?”
“Please, call me Ritsuko,” she repeated, barely loud enough for Shinji to hear.
“Ritsuko…”
Dr. Akagi found herself remembering just how soft and gentle Shinji’s hand felt in her own. Looking into Shinji’s eyes, she was struck by just how deep they really were. Minutes passed in a tense silence, as the heat was taken out of the burn on Shinji’s finger, until he removed the bag of frozen vegetables from the injury and put it on the counter. He didn’t appear to have noticed the look that Dr. Akagi had been giving him until that moment.
“Ritsuko?” he asked tentatively.
She swallowed. “Shinji… I-I hope you can forgive me one day…”
“For what?”
“For what I’m about to do…” She wasn’t certain when the decision had been made, or why, but she now acted on it. Leaning forward, she put her left hand behind Shinji’s neck and kissed him softly, but firmly, on the lips. ‘What am I doing?’ a part of Ritsuko asked, but the rest of her was too occupied to care. Maybe it was because Shinji was a kinder version of his father, or maybe because she wanted to be with someone who could be gentle, she honestly wasn’t sure. For what ever reason, Ritsuko had decided that for right now, she wanted Shinji to be hers.
Shinji stood there frozen, having absolutely no idea how he should react. He could have simply pulled away with minimal effort, but he was too confused to think properly. Part of him wondered if this was all some elaborate joke set up by Misato at his expense. Not having received any orders to do otherwise, Shinji hesitantly returned the kiss, fully expecting Dr. Akagi to come to her senses at any moment and break it off. As such, his eyes widened even further when she gently slid her tongue between his lips and into his mouth, where it began to explore.
‘He’s so gentle,’ Ritsuko noted. ‘Gendo would have thrown me to the floor and taken me there. But Shinji doesn’t even know what to do. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want this so badly…’
Feeling his head swim, Shinji was further surprised when Ritsuko pulled him close to her in a tight embrace. Not prepared to deal with what was happening, Shinji found himself responding, more out of a wish to not rock the boat. But when Ritsuko broke off the kiss and started kissing the side of his neck, he couldn’t keep himself from moaning. ‘Why-why’s she doing this?’ he asked himself. He knew that on some level that this was wrong, but he’d never received this much attention or affection before, and the thought of it ending was more upsetting to Shinji than letting it continue.
Nervously, Shinji gingerly wrapped his arms around Ritsuko, noticing just how nice she felt to hold, and placed his right hand on the back of her head, and stroked her hair. He felt sparks shoot up his spine when she moved her lips to his right earlobe, gently blowing her warm breath into his ear before she suckled it. He could feel his own body reacting, and Shinji was embarrassed to realize that his erection was pressed up against Ritsuko‘s stomach.
Ritsuko gave Shinji one last tender kiss on his lips, and then she moved her left arm below his waist and hooked it under his knees, while still holding him around the shoulders. Standing up, she swept Shinji into her arms, taking a moment to make sure that she turned off the stove, and carried him into her bedroom. She sat him down on her bed and laid down over him, kissing Shinji more passionately, thrilled when he cautiously slipped his tongue between her lips. Ritsuko started sucking more of it into her mouth, taking great pleasure at the muffled groan this prompted in Shinji. Gendo would never have been this passive with her, and she found the experience exhilarating.
Shinji’s own reluctance was receding, but he was still anxious about what to do next. While he was certain that Touji, and maybe even Kensuke would have an idea of what to do next, he was still unsure, so he tried to simply mirror whatever Ritsuko did. He did let out a shocked gasp when she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt up to his neck, exposing his chest. When Ritsuko placed a hand on his left pectoral, her hand was cool to the touch, and his nipple hardened instantly.
‘He’s so warm,’ Ritsuko noticed, as she moved her lips from Shinji’s and down to his chest, slowly circling his left nipple with her tongue before she took it between her lips and suckled it. After a few moments of this, she moved her lips to his right nipple and repeated, causing it to harden as well. Ritsuko continued kiss, lick, and suckle, until Shinji’s chest had a thin film of her saliva coating it.
Shinji had fantasized about kissing and sucking breasts, but he’d never expected to be the one receiving it, or that it would feel so incredible. His breathing was now ragged and he could feel himself straining against his boxers, more excited than he‘d ever been in his life. Even so, he felt himself tensing up when Ritsuko sat him up just long enough to remove both of his shirts, before she set him back down and started undoing his pants.
Ritsuko could feel that her panties were now uncomfortably damp underneath the simple slacks she was wearing, but she figured that Shinji was in an even more excited state. She could sense his nervousness and apprehension as she undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees, and then slowly tugging down his underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. “Very nice…” she said softly. As Ritsuko had suspected, Shinji wasn’t hung like a horse, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was well within average lengths. Shinji’s member was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and when Ritsuko gently took hold of it in her hand and gave him a languid stroke, she heard him moan unabashedly.
Shinji couldn’t believe what was happening; he’d come over to Dr. Akagi’s apartment to cook dinner for her in appreciation for her help with his physics studies, and now he was all but naked on her bed, being slowly jacked off. He had thought that she was attractive when he’d first met her, but never in a million years would he have expected this. When she resumed suckling his left earlobe, all the while continuing to stroke him, he wasn’t able, or willing, to suppress his moans of pleasure. “Dr.-Dr. Akagi…”
“Ritsuko…” she whispered in his ear almost desperately. “Please, call me Ritsuko…”
“Ritsuko…” Shinji whimpered, the feel of her hand on him driving him crazy. Her technique was far better than anything he’d ever tried, and he was practically panting by now, knowing that he couldn’t last much longer.
“Does that feel good Shinji?” Ritsuko asked softly.
“Yes Ritsuko,” Shinji gasped out, as she slowly stroked him up one side of his shaft and down the other.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please, please don’t stop Ritsuko,” Shinji pleaded desperately, practically sobbing as he was on the very brink of climaxing.
“Okay.” With that, she pressed her lips back to Shinji’s and kissed him deeply, her tongue dueling with his, as she felt his body tense up. While prolonging his torment would have been enjoyable, the desperate look she’d seen in his eyes wouldn’t let her do that. Ritsuko heard him try to call out, probably to warn her, but she kept her lips over his, and she both heard and felt him give a muffled cry as he fired off two jets of his hot seed, cumming all over her softly stroking hand.
Shinji felt both ecstasy and shame wash over him as the pleasure he was feeling was countered by horror that he’d just cum all over Ritsuko’s hand, never mind what he must have done to the bed sheets. He braced himself for a sharp rebuke, an apology ready on his lips, when Ritsuko held herself against him and embraced him tenderly, softly nuzzling his hair. After his breathing and heart rate slowed a little, he returned the embrace, luxuriating in the intimacy and closeness of the moment.
After a few minutes of savoring the afterglow, during which time Shinji began to feel himself get drowsy, Ritsuko pushed herself up to get some tissues from the box on the night table. But before she went to get them, she had an irresistible urge come over her. Bringing her hand to her face, she experimentally licked some of Shinji’s cum off the back of her hand, idly wondering if it would taste the same as Gendo’s.
When Shinji saw this, it was only the fact that he’d already climaxed and gone completely soft that kept him from firing off another jet of his seed.
Ritsuko wiped the rest of Shinji’s seed off of her hand with some tissues, and cleaned off his now flaccid member as well. After she was done, she gave Shinji a gentle smile, she undid her own blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Standing up, she unzipped her dark slacks and let them fall to the floor, before she pulled Shinji’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off.
Now clad in only her bra and panties, Ritsuko sat back down and kissed Shinji, rubbing her body up against his, feeling his warm, sweat slicked skin sliding against her own, her nipples now jutting out against the lacy material of her bra. Sitting back up, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall open and down her arms. Taking a second to discard it, Ritsuko then looked back down at Shinji. “Do-do you like them Shinji?” she asked demurely. “I know they’re smaller than Misato’s…”
Truthfully, Shinji knew she was correct, but he also knew, displaying a flash of understanding, that agreeing with her wouldn’t be a good thing. “They-they’re beautiful,” he replied honestly, completely ignoring the issue of size. While Ritsuko may not have been as busty as Misato, she wasn’t under endowed either, and Shinji found himself entranced at the sight of them.
“Please, would you touch them?” Ritsuko asked him softly.
Swallowing once again, and discretely wiping his palms on the bed sheet, Shinji slowly reached up until his palms were full of Ritsuko’s breasts, giving them a soft squeeze.
Ritsuko moaned in response to his touch. ‘He’s even gentler than I thought he’d be…’ Encounters with Gendo often left her bruised, but Shinji’s touch was tender, almost reverent. Even when he pinched her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he was exceedingly delicate, as if he was deathly afraid of hurting her. His gentle ministrations were heavenly, and Ritsuko found herself moaning openly in response.
“Ritsuko? Are you all right?”
“Please don’t stop Shinji,” she implored him, pushing herself back against his hands. Ritsuko desperately wanted Shinji to suckle her breasts, so she leaned down until they were inches from his face, all but begging him to use his mouth. When Shinji softly brushed his tongue against her right nipple, she gasped in pleasure. It had felt so wonderful, she grabbed his head and pulled him against her, practically forcing her nipple between his lips.
Shinji hungrily latched onto Ritsuko’s nipple, sucking and gently biting it, finding the sounds that his actions inspired from her to be arousing. He could taste the sweat on her skin, and detect a faint, pleasant, clean scent, which he suspected was the soap she used in the shower. The feeling of her breasts pressed against his face was angelic, and he threw himself into his task, doing all the things he’d secretly fantasized about after living with Misato for a while.
Ritsuko moved so that she was laying next to Shinji, instead of on top of him, but she still kept her breasts in easy reach of Shinji’s lips. With her left hand, she pushed her now soaked panties down her legs, past her knees, before she simply kicked them away. Keeping her right leg on the bed, she put her left heel by her right knee, before she took Shinji’s left hand and laid it on top of her pussy.
Shinji froze in surprise, as it took him a second or two to realize what the warm, wet feeling under his hand actually was. When he figured it out, his eyes widened and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back, only to discover that Ritsuko was holding it softly, but still firmly, in place.
Pulling herself up for a moment, Ritsuko looked Shinji deep into his eyes. “Touch me Shinji,” she virtually pleaded. “Please, make me feel good…”
Now more nervous than he’d ever been in his entire life, including his first time in Unit-01’s entry plug, but at the same time more aroused, Shinji began to slowly explore with his finger, tracing the edges of Ritsuko’s lower lips with his fingertips. He slid his fingers where her lips touched, his fingers quickly becoming slick with her lube, before he carefully eased his middle finger between them, gradually inserting its entire length into Ritsuko. The shuddering moans she let out couldn’t possibly have been an objection, so he carefully drew most of its length out before he pushed it back in.
Ritsuko bit her lower lip and started pushing herself back against Shinji’s probing. The twin stimulation of Shinji’s lips, teeth and tongue working on her breasts, and his now increasingly bold fingering of her pussy was threatening to make her pant. “Use-use two fingers… unh… Shinji…” she told him in her state of near delirium. She cried out when he slid a second finger into her waiting pussy, whimpering as the heel of his hand was rubbing against her clit.
Shinji was letting his hand do as it seemingly wished to, not honestly sure what exactly he should do, but what he was doing seemed to be working, so he kept it up. He could feel Ritsuko running her fingers through his hair even as she held his head tightly to her breasts, and she was murmuring wordlessly, her pants, moans and groans forming a wonderful soundtrack to the experience. She was pushing her hips forward in time with his fingering, and now his entire hand felt as if it was coated in warm, exquisite oil. His own arousal was growing, and he could feel his prick getting harder by the second, and while he desperately wanted to start stroking himself to obtain some relief, concern about how that would affect his performance held him in check.
Ritsuko’s body was moving without her thinking about it, pressing against Shinji’s fingers in an attempt to get them deeper and to maintain the wonderful feeling of his hand grinding against her clit. Her cries got louder as she approached her climax, clenching her teeth doing nothing to muffle the sounds she was making, and with a sudden throaty cry she came, her body going rigid as Shinji continued his efforts despite her orgasm, actually intensifying the experience for her.
Shinji felt a rush of liquid on his hand, and since he didn’t know enough to stop, he kept going until Ritsuko slumped against him, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, clearly tired from the experience. As pleased with himself as he was at the results of his efforts, he was also terribly aroused, and he was debating whether it would be a good idea to start stroking himself to achieve release, and get rid of his now almost painful erection.
Waiting for Ritsuko to catch her breath, Shinji pulled his fingers out of her, and in a moment of curiosity that was reminiscent of hers, brought his wet fingers to his lips and licked them. He found that they tasted… not unpleasant, and he realized that if he ever was given the chance, he’d have no objection to using his mouth…
After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, Ritsuko pushed herself up and looked at Shinji hungrily. It had been amazing so far, but she wasn’t ready to call it a night yet, and by the look of Shinji’s throbbing cock, neither was he. Sitting up, she pulled Shinji into a kneeling position, before she laid back down and spread her legs, pulling him towards her, her intentions obvious. Ritsuko wanted Shinji more than she’d ever wanted anyone before, and that included his father.
Shinji crawled towards Ritsuko, knowing what they both wanted, but he wasn’t absolutely sure how to do it. She was also much taller than he was, and when his prick was jutting into her upper thigh, he wasn’t even face to face with her, and had to crane his neck to look at her. His breath caught in his throat when she took hold of his member in her hands and guided the tip of it to her by now sopping wet pussy. The feeling of warmth he got when he brushed up against her was incredible, and when he eased himself into Ritsuko as far as he could reach, her warmth and tightness made him gasp.
Ritsuko groaned at his intrusion, as even now the experience was still gentle, still tender. Shinji could have simply driven himself inside of her roughly, she was aroused and wet enough that it wouldn’t have mattered, but he’d still taken pains to be careful. When Shinji bottomed out, Ritsuko held him in place for a few moments, savoring the sensation of his cock inside of her, before she let him push himself up on his hands, slide his hips back, and begin to thrust himself in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. “S-Shinji… It-it’s good!” she gasped.
Shinji murmured as he tried to concentrate on keeping a rhythm, instead of mindlessly speeding up like an animal. The feeling was indescribable, the closest thing he could come up with was his cock being dressed in a heated version of his plugsuit. Even that didn’t do it justice, as he could feel Ritsuko clenching at him as he slid into her; when she’d jacked him off, he’d felt like he was floating, now he wondered if he’d be able to keep his sanity. The pants and moans, which had been sexy when he’d fingered her, were even more arousing now that he was actually fucking Ritsuko.
Ritsuko had her hands on Shinji’s ass, pulling him towards her, even as she bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts. Keeping her left hand there, she moved her right one, placing it on his chest, delicately pinching his nipples as he continued to push into her, causing him to gasp. She could tell that her face was flushed, and she wondered if the touch of make-up she usually wore was running due to all of her sweating. Ritsuko was slick with perspiration, and Shinji was also covered in a fine sheen, drops falling off of him as he moved, splashing onto her stomach and chest, causing them to easily slide against the other.
Closing her eyes and letting herself get carried away by the experience, Ritsuko began crying out wordlessly, her body moving without conscious thought, unaware of anything else but the feeling of Shinji’s prick thrusting deep inside of her, its warmth and hardness driving her ever closer to orgasm. She wrapped her left leg around him, trying to make him push even further into her. In the back of her mind, she was dimly aware that her bedsprings were squeaking, just like the cliché said they would.
Despite his best efforts, Shinji could not keep himself from speeding up his motions, the sounds Ritsuko was making acting like a siren’s call, drawing him irresistibly. The experience was even better than his most scorching wet dreams had been, and his body was screaming at him to finish. Trying to concentrate to prolong the experience, more for Ritsuko’s benefit than his own, Shinji saw her push herself up from the bed, her face approaching his, clearly trying to kiss him again.
Stopping just short of Shinji’s lips, Ritsuko stuck out her tongue, her breathing coming in shallow pants. Shinji extended his own tongue, immediately comprehending what she wanted him to do, and their tongues were entwined for several minutes, before they crushed their lips together, each kissing the other hungrily. Ritsuko was close to climaxing, so she wrapped her arms around Shinji’s shoulders, pulling him down to her, wanting to feel as much of his warm skin against her as possible.
Shinji was at the point he couldn’t stop anymore, even if everyone he knew, from his father down to his homeroom teacher had suddenly materialized in the room. Held tightly by Ritsuko, he moved his hips back and forth as fast as he could, feeling himself approach the edge at what felt like a snail’s pace, until he finally came, his cries of ecstasy muffled by the kiss he and Ritsuko were still sharing. He felt his back arch, and he let fly a virtual torrent of his seed, splashing deep into Ritsuko’s warm, wet pussy.
Ritsuko felt Shinji fire into her, and this gave her the last push she needed. The cry she gave almost sounded as if she was in pain, and her entire body shuddered as she gripped Shinji in what would be called a bear hug in different circumstances. The two of them collapsed into themselves, slumping together, both winded and sweatier than they’d have been if they’d run across the entire Sahara. Their mutual panting was the only reason they’d broken off the kiss, and after a few minutes of getting their wind back, the two of them shared a slow, deep, languid kiss, basking in the afterglow of the other.
They stayed in an intimate embrace for untold minutes, before Ritsuko reminded Shinji that they should probably get up and shower. Shinji didn’t want to move, he would have happily stayed where he was for the rest of his life, but he knew she was right. Ritsuko told him he could shower first, so he got up, gathered his clothes and held them against himself to protect his modesty, and walked into the shower.
When Ritsuko finished her shower and got dressed thirty minutes later, she found Shinji in the kitchen. The meal he’d originally planned wouldn‘t have been finished before Misato arrived, but he’d managed to get the salmon in the fridge so that Ritsuko could use it later. Salvaging the chopped veggies, and using them in a simple ramen dish, the two of them ate in a silence that was both comfortable and awkward.
Shinji took the time to clean up the kitchen afterward, not accepting any help from Ritsuko, putting away the last things just as the doorbell rang. Misato apologized for being a few minutes late, and hopefully asked Shinji if there were any leftovers. He told her no, and she acted like it wasn’t a big deal, not bothering to tell him that Asuka had decided to go eat at Hikari’s rather than face her cooking, or that Pen-Pen had barricaded himself in his fridge.
The two college friends bid each other farewell, and then Shinji and Misato were on their way out the door, when a question from Ritsuko stopped them. “Shinji, do you have any other exams coming up?”
Shinji swallowed hard before he answered. “Yes. A chemistry test next week…”
“I’m pretty good at chemistry,” Ritsuko replied. “Would you like me to help you with that one too?”
Shinji paused for a few heartbeats. “Yes… Yes, I-I’d like that very much-” Shinji almost called her ‘Ritsuko.’ “Dr. Akagi…”
“Misato, would you mind if Shinji came here tomorrow after the synch-tests?”
“No problem,” Misato replied brightly, having no inkling of the real reason for her friend’s request. “Anything to help out Shin-chan…”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then Shinji…”
“Tomorrow, Dr. Akagi…”
“Ritsuko…” she reminded Shinji with an enigmatic smile. “You can call me Ritsuko…”
Misato didn’t notice the smile her friend was wearing, and on the ride home, Shinji spent the entire time looking out the window, so she couldn’t tell that his expression was identical.
End of Comparative Studies
Pre-read by my pet budgie. Where he pecked, I made changes…
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Lemon Content Warning. This fic contains sexual themes and should not be read by anyone under the age of 18.
Neon Genesis Evangelion:
Comparative Studies
By: hawker_748
“Shinji! Look! Look!” Asuka called out. “Back roll entry!” She then rolled off the edge of the deck into the pool.
Shinji sighed to himself and tried to concentrate on his physics homework, but memories of what Asuka looked like in that red and white striped two piece swimsuit, as well as Rei, with her exotic blue hair and red eyes, contrived to float through his thoughts. Resigning himself to not being able to work on his homework, and with a strange need to clear his head, Shinji shut off and closed his laptop. He placed it in his bag, along with the rest of his things, got up, and walked out of the pool room.
‘Maybe the cafeteria will be easier to study in,’ Shinji decided. ‘It won’t be so… distracting in there.’ It wasn’t as if the rest of NERV’s personnel were going to be walking around in swimsuits that seemed designed to fluster a man’s thinking. As he’d hoped, the cafeteria was mostly deserted, with only a few technicians there on their break. Shinji didn’t recognize any of them, as he was only familiar with the bridge crew, so he bought some tea, took a seat at an empty table, and resumed his studies.
Within five minutes, the technicians had finished their break and left to return to their duty stations. They had all recognized Shinji, but none had felt comfortable with the idea of talking to him, as they only knew him as the pilot of Unit-01. In the welcome isolation, Shinji continued to vainly try to grasp the concepts of the lesson, until a new voice nearly made him jump out of his chair. “What are you working on Shinji?”
“Dr.-Dr. Akagi… What are you doing here?”
“Good to see you too, Shinji…” she commented dryly.
“Sorry, you, you startled me…” Shinji apologized. “Hello Dr. Akagi.”
“Hello Shinji,” she replied with a faint smile. “I thought you’d be swimming with Rei and Asuka…”
“I… can’t swim,” Shinji confessed. “And I needed to study.”
“So why not study there?” Ritsuko suggested.
Unbidden, images of Rei and Asuka in their swimsuits entered Shinji’s mind. “Too… noisy,” he replied, a faint blush on his cheeks.
Ritsuko saw the flush, and figured out why Shinji had really left, but decided to humor him. ‘He isn’t much like his father,’ she reflected. ‘Nothing seems to faze Gendo…’ “Well, what are you studying?” she asked.
“Physics,” Shinji answered, turning his laptop so Ritsuko could see it.
“Hmmm, thermal expansion… That isn’t so hard,” Ritsuko considered.
“Asuka said the same thing,” Shinji remarked. “But I don’t really get it…”
“Did she try to explain it to you?”
Shinji blushed again. “A little… but it didn’t really help.”
Dr. Akagi was nonplussed. ‘Maybe he should have asked her to be more clear…’
“Could you help me?” Shinji murmured.
“Excuse me?”
“Could-could you help me, Dr. Akagi?” Shinji asked softly.
Dr. Akagi paused in a sip of her coffee, and looked blankly at Shinji. “You want me to do your homework for you?”
“No! I-I mean, could-could you explain it?” Shinji tried to push a happy thought out of his mind of having all of his homework done by NERV’s resident genius.
Dr. Akagi couldn’t help herself, she started chuckling softly. ‘An Ikari asking for help with something…’ “Okay Shinji, let’s see what I can do…” She then took hold of Shinji’s laptop, reading over what he was reviewing. “You understand thermal expansion?”
“Heat something, it expands…” Shinji replied unsurely.
“Correct, and when you cool something it contracts. There’s even a way to calculate how much an object changes size.”
“There is?”
“Yes. Coefficient of expansion, the percentage by which an object changes size per unit of temperature,” Dr. Akagi explained, in full lecture mode. “Every substance has its own coefficient of expansion, and you multiply it by the size or volume of an object, and then multiply by the change in temperature, and the result is how much an object will expand.” She used Shinji’s laptop to show him a few examples.
Shinji had a look of dawning comprehension on his face. “I think I understand, but…”
“But what?” Ritsuko prompted.
“What about water?”
“Water?” Ritsuko was certain she knew what Shinji was getting at, be she decided to see how he’d handle it on his own.
“I put a bottle of water in the freezer once,” Shinji recalled. “I forgot about it, and the next morning the bottle had broken. I thought that things contracted when they got cold…”
“They do, water just happens to be an exception,” Dr. Akagi stated. “Water expands when it freezes and becomes ice.”
Shinji mulled that over for a few moments, before something occurred to him. “What about LCL?”
“LCL?” Dr. Akagi was surprised that the lesson had taken such an unexpected turn.
“Is it like water? Does it expand when it freezes?”
For a second, Ritsuko debated whether it was wise to discuss the characteristics of LCL with Shinji, but she decided that this little fact wouldn’t change anything. “Yes, it acts like water.”
Shinji nodded in understanding. “I see… Shouldn’t temperature affect the pressure of LCL in the entry plug?”
“Why do you ask Shinji?” a now puzzled Dr. Akagi asked.
“When the fifth Angel tried to boil me, shouldn’t there have been a pressure change?”
“No Shinji, there are systems to prevent that,” Ritsuko replied, secretly impressed that Shinji had been able to adapt one concept to another to ask such a question.
“How?”
“The pressure of the LCL is monitored in the entry plug, and when it changes, valves open that either let some of it escape, or pump more in as necessary,” she explained. “The LCL is circulated in the system, it’s not simply poured in and capped off.”
“It looks like that where I sit…”
Ritsuko chuckled. “Don’t worry, we wouldn’t let anything happen to you.”
“Thanks,” Shinji replied faintly.
“You’re welcome. Now, what else do you need help with?” The two of them stayed in the cafeteria for some time, the director of Project E calmly explaining elementary physics to the pilot of Evangelion Unit-01, the doctor bemused by the intelligence Shinji seemed to possess, hidden for so long under his painful shyness.
For his part, Shinji learned more about physics in an hour with Dr. Akagi, than in months of classroom instruction. Ritsuko explained things simply, and to his relief, never used an example like Asuka had. The lesson went on for over an hour, until Dr. Akagi was called away, and the two of them parted company, Shinji with a new understanding of physics, and Ritsuko with a new found admiration for the son of NERV’s commanding officer.
***
“What?!” Asuka screeched. “How did you get an ‘A’ on that physics test? How did you beat me?”
After the botched recovery operation of Sandalphon at Mt. Asama, and the stay at the resort, Shinji, Asuka, and Misato had returned to their apartment, the two pilots resuming their studies. The school work seemed easier to Shinji now, and he found himself able to take the exam with some confidence, but even he was surprised to have earned an ‘A’ grade. “You-you did good too Asuka…”
“A B+ isn’t ‘good,’ Third Child,” Asuka growled. “I’d have gotten an A+ if it had been in German, but those stupid Kanji chicken scratches screwed me up… And how’d you get an ‘A?’ Did you sleep with the teacher?”
Shinji paled. “No!”
“You’re right, he wouldn’t see anything in you either,” Asuka admitted. “You have Misato sleep with him?”
“I just studied!” Shinji nearly sobbed.
“You sure you didn’t cheat? Have someone take your place?” Asuka pressed.
“I-I just asked Dr. Akagi for help…”
“Dr. Akagi? You mean the bottle blonde who’s always making us do synch-tests? Caffeine and nicotine addict? THAT Dr. Akagi?” When Shinji nodded, Asuka continued. “Doesn’t she have some more important things to do? Like, helping save the world?”
“We met in the cafeteria, and she explained it to me, that’s all… She didn’t seem to mind,” Shinji added.
“Great,” grumbled Asuka. “You gonna ask Misato for help in driver’s ed? Never mind, bad example…”
“What’s this about my driving?” Misato asked as she walked into the kitchen and retrieved a beer from the fridge.
“Nothing, Baka-Shinji here just had Dr. Akagi help him with his homework, that’s all…”
“Really?” inquired Misato. “How did that work out?”
“I-I got an ‘A’ on the test,” Shinji replied quietly.
“Congratulations Shinji!” Misato crowed.
“It’s just one test,” Shinji pointed out.
“But it’s your best result yet. How are you going to thank Ritsuko?”
“Thank her?” Shinji asked blankly.
“A true gentleman always offers thanks,” Misato declared. “I know, you can cook her dinner tomorrow night!” Misato then pulled out her cell phone to arrange things with her college friend.
“Hey! Who’s gonna cook for us then?” Asuka demanded.
“I shall prepare our repast,” Misato announced imperiously, before she resumed telling Ritsuko about what would happen tomorrow night.
“Super,” fumed Asuka. “Dr. Akagi will be having good food, and I’ll probably need to get my stomach pumped. This is all your fault Shinji…”
“But-but I didn’t-”
“It’s all set up Shinji,” Misato told him as she turned off her cell. “I’ll drop you off tomorrow at five.”
“Drop off? Isn’t she coming here?” Shinji wondered.
“Nah, Ritsuko hasn’t been on a date in some time, and this is as close as she’ll probably get,” Misato answered. “Will you have honorable intentions young man?” Misato chuckled as Shinji went beet-red. ‘I love teasing that kid…’
“Misato!”
“Relax, I’m just kidding,” she said with a grin.
Looking at the playful smirk on Misato’s face, and the glare from Asuka, Shinji decided that a strategic retreat was probably his best option. Slinking out of the kitchen, Shinji went into his room, closed the door and laid down, pulling out his SDAT. Listening to his music in the darkened room, Shinji wondered why he always had problems pop up whenever something good happened.
***
“So, Shinji, what’s on tonight’s menu?” Ritsuko asked him the following evening. She couldn’t believe that Misato had suggested this, but she wasn’t surprised that Shinji had gone along with it. ‘If he ever stood up for himself, I think I’d probably drop dead from surprise…’
“Grilled salmon in dill sauce… Is that okay with you Dr. Akagi?”
“Sounds delicious Shinji, I can see why Misato has you do most of the cooking.”
“I’m the only one that really knows how…” Shinji replied softly. “I don’t have much choice…”
Not knowing what to say to that, Ritsuko chose to be supportive. “I’m sure it will be excellent Shinji.” ‘Why did I agree to this?’ she wondered. ‘It’s nice of him to do this, but he shouldn’t have to put himself out. I could have said ‘no’ to Misato.’ The more she thought about it, Ritsuko realized that she’d been curious about what Shinji was like. He’d surprised her with his ability during the study session, and she was pondering what other surprises Gendo’s son might have in store.
Ritsuko took another sip of the wine Shinji had brought, at Misato’s insistence, she was sure, and regarded him closely as he worked. He was wearing his usual white shirt and dark pants, and it occurred to her that she’d that the only other thing she’d ever seen him wear was his plugsuit. Looking at his face, Ritsuko realized that she could see traces of his father there, only without the harsh coldness Gendo seemed to radiate. He looked like a younger, shaved version of Gendo, and she also found herself wondering if Shinji’s eyes would always be soft, or if they would one day be as hard as his father’s.
Thinking of Gendo made her frown, and take a larger sip from her glass, emptying it, and prompting her to refill it. “Would you like some wine Shinji?” she asked, making an attempt to be a good host.
“No thank you, Misato made me bring that,” he answered, unknowingly confirming Ritsuko’s earlier suspicion.
Ritsuko took another sip, and found herself thinking of Commander Ikari once again. She knew that he could never love her, just as he hadn’t loved her mother, but she couldn’t keep herself from being drawn to him. ‘Why is it that we Akagis only fall for cold, distant men? You think we’d be smart enough to know better…’
Shinji was… everything his father wasn’t; timid, shy, insecure… kind, gentle, considerate… Ritsuko found herself casting her eyes over his form before she admonished herself. ‘That’s it, I’ve had too much wine… There’s no way I should be checking out Shinji, or noticing that he’s got a cute butt. Maybe this was a bad idea after all…’ Pushing surprisingly pleasant thoughts about the Third Child out of her mind, Ritsuko tried to find something she could focus on. “Need some help?”
Shinji shook his head. “Thanks, but I’m okay…”
“You sure?” pressed Dr. Akagi. “I’m not as hopeless in the kitchen as Misato.” She would later swear that she’d seen clear relief on Shinji’s face.
“Yes, I’m doing this as thanks for your help,” Shinji insisted. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Okay,” Ritsuko acknowledged. ‘Misato’s lucky to have him,’ she decided. She watched Shinji go through the steps of preparing dinner, skillfully slicing the vegetables and preparing the fish. She found herself losing track of time watching him work, only to be shocked back to reality when he suddenly cried out. “Shinji! What’s wrong?”
“Slipped… burned my finger on the stove,” he hissed in obvious pain.
Ritsuko quickly jumped up and went to her freezer, pulled out a bag of frozen peas, and brought it to Shinji, who was holding his burnt finger to his chest. “Put this on it, it’ll cool it off,” she instructed.
Shinji wrapped his finger with the bag of frozen vegetables, flinching as the coldness overwhelmed the burning sensation. “S-sorry Dr. Akagi, I’m clumsy…”
“Don’t worry about it Shinji,” she replied dismissively, crouching down until she was at eye level with him. “As long as you’re okay…” She then took his uninjured hand in her right hand and gave it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
“Thanks Dr. Akagi…”
Dr. Akagi released Shinji as the makeshift cold pack took the heat out of his burn. She idly rubbed her thumb and forefinger together, trying to recapture the soft feel of Shinji’s hand. As he adjusted the bag of frozen peas to aid in the cooling process, Ritsuko stared at him, seeing the pain on his face slowly dissipate as the peas did their work. ‘He… he looks so vulnerable…’ When Gendo had burned his hands opening Rei’s entry plug when Unit-00 went berserk during the activation test, he’d scarcely acknowledged his injury.
But Shinji was obviously in pain over a minor burn on his finger. ‘He doesn’t pretend to be emotionless, he lets himself feel things…’ She swallowed as her thoughts took a decidedly unexpected turn. ‘He would let someone know how he feels about them… He would let himself care for someone, not just use them for his own needs…’ Ritsuko continued to stare at Shinji silently, all of the while continuing to rub her thumb and forefinger together.
“Ritsuko…” she said softly.
“Pardon me?”
“Please, call me Ritsuko,” she repeated, barely loud enough for Shinji to hear.
“Ritsuko…”
Dr. Akagi found herself remembering just how soft and gentle Shinji’s hand felt in her own. Looking into Shinji’s eyes, she was struck by just how deep they really were. Minutes passed in a tense silence, as the heat was taken out of the burn on Shinji’s finger, until he removed the bag of frozen vegetables from the injury and put it on the counter. He didn’t appear to have noticed the look that Dr. Akagi had been giving him until that moment.
“Ritsuko?” he asked tentatively.
She swallowed. “Shinji… I-I hope you can forgive me one day…”
“For what?”
“For what I’m about to do…” She wasn’t certain when the decision had been made, or why, but she now acted on it. Leaning forward, she put her left hand behind Shinji’s neck and kissed him softly, but firmly, on the lips. ‘What am I doing?’ a part of Ritsuko asked, but the rest of her was too occupied to care. Maybe it was because Shinji was a kinder version of his father, or maybe because she wanted to be with someone who could be gentle, she honestly wasn’t sure. For what ever reason, Ritsuko had decided that for right now, she wanted Shinji to be hers.
Shinji stood there frozen, having absolutely no idea how he should react. He could have simply pulled away with minimal effort, but he was too confused to think properly. Part of him wondered if this was all some elaborate joke set up by Misato at his expense. Not having received any orders to do otherwise, Shinji hesitantly returned the kiss, fully expecting Dr. Akagi to come to her senses at any moment and break it off. As such, his eyes widened even further when she gently slid her tongue between his lips and into his mouth, where it began to explore.
‘He’s so gentle,’ Ritsuko noted. ‘Gendo would have thrown me to the floor and taken me there. But Shinji doesn’t even know what to do. I shouldn’t be doing this, but I want this so badly…’
Feeling his head swim, Shinji was further surprised when Ritsuko pulled him close to her in a tight embrace. Not prepared to deal with what was happening, Shinji found himself responding, more out of a wish to not rock the boat. But when Ritsuko broke off the kiss and started kissing the side of his neck, he couldn’t keep himself from moaning. ‘Why-why’s she doing this?’ he asked himself. He knew that on some level that this was wrong, but he’d never received this much attention or affection before, and the thought of it ending was more upsetting to Shinji than letting it continue.
Nervously, Shinji gingerly wrapped his arms around Ritsuko, noticing just how nice she felt to hold, and placed his right hand on the back of her head, and stroked her hair. He felt sparks shoot up his spine when she moved her lips to his right earlobe, gently blowing her warm breath into his ear before she suckled it. He could feel his own body reacting, and Shinji was embarrassed to realize that his erection was pressed up against Ritsuko‘s stomach.
Ritsuko gave Shinji one last tender kiss on his lips, and then she moved her left arm below his waist and hooked it under his knees, while still holding him around the shoulders. Standing up, she swept Shinji into her arms, taking a moment to make sure that she turned off the stove, and carried him into her bedroom. She sat him down on her bed and laid down over him, kissing Shinji more passionately, thrilled when he cautiously slipped his tongue between her lips. Ritsuko started sucking more of it into her mouth, taking great pleasure at the muffled groan this prompted in Shinji. Gendo would never have been this passive with her, and she found the experience exhilarating.
Shinji’s own reluctance was receding, but he was still anxious about what to do next. While he was certain that Touji, and maybe even Kensuke would have an idea of what to do next, he was still unsure, so he tried to simply mirror whatever Ritsuko did. He did let out a shocked gasp when she unbuttoned his shirt and pulled his undershirt up to his neck, exposing his chest. When Ritsuko placed a hand on his left pectoral, her hand was cool to the touch, and his nipple hardened instantly.
‘He’s so warm,’ Ritsuko noticed, as she moved her lips from Shinji’s and down to his chest, slowly circling his left nipple with her tongue before she took it between her lips and suckled it. After a few moments of this, she moved her lips to his right nipple and repeated, causing it to harden as well. Ritsuko continued kiss, lick, and suckle, until Shinji’s chest had a thin film of her saliva coating it.
Shinji had fantasized about kissing and sucking breasts, but he’d never expected to be the one receiving it, or that it would feel so incredible. His breathing was now ragged and he could feel himself straining against his boxers, more excited than he‘d ever been in his life. Even so, he felt himself tensing up when Ritsuko sat him up just long enough to remove both of his shirts, before she set him back down and started undoing his pants.
Ritsuko could feel that her panties were now uncomfortably damp underneath the simple slacks she was wearing, but she figured that Shinji was in an even more excited state. She could sense his nervousness and apprehension as she undid his pants, pulling them down to his knees, and then slowly tugging down his underwear, allowing his erection to spring free. “Very nice…” she said softly. As Ritsuko had suspected, Shinji wasn’t hung like a horse, but she was pleasantly surprised to see that he was well within average lengths. Shinji’s member was throbbing in time with his heartbeat, and when Ritsuko gently took hold of it in her hand and gave him a languid stroke, she heard him moan unabashedly.
Shinji couldn’t believe what was happening; he’d come over to Dr. Akagi’s apartment to cook dinner for her in appreciation for her help with his physics studies, and now he was all but naked on her bed, being slowly jacked off. He had thought that she was attractive when he’d first met her, but never in a million years would he have expected this. When she resumed suckling his left earlobe, all the while continuing to stroke him, he wasn’t able, or willing, to suppress his moans of pleasure. “Dr.-Dr. Akagi…”
“Ritsuko…” she whispered in his ear almost desperately. “Please, call me Ritsuko…”
“Ritsuko…” Shinji whimpered, the feel of her hand on him driving him crazy. Her technique was far better than anything he’d ever tried, and he was practically panting by now, knowing that he couldn’t last much longer.
“Does that feel good Shinji?” Ritsuko asked softly.
“Yes Ritsuko,” Shinji gasped out, as she slowly stroked him up one side of his shaft and down the other.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“No, please, please don’t stop Ritsuko,” Shinji pleaded desperately, practically sobbing as he was on the very brink of climaxing.
“Okay.” With that, she pressed her lips back to Shinji’s and kissed him deeply, her tongue dueling with his, as she felt his body tense up. While prolonging his torment would have been enjoyable, the desperate look she’d seen in his eyes wouldn’t let her do that. Ritsuko heard him try to call out, probably to warn her, but she kept her lips over his, and she both heard and felt him give a muffled cry as he fired off two jets of his hot seed, cumming all over her softly stroking hand.
Shinji felt both ecstasy and shame wash over him as the pleasure he was feeling was countered by horror that he’d just cum all over Ritsuko’s hand, never mind what he must have done to the bed sheets. He braced himself for a sharp rebuke, an apology ready on his lips, when Ritsuko held herself against him and embraced him tenderly, softly nuzzling his hair. After his breathing and heart rate slowed a little, he returned the embrace, luxuriating in the intimacy and closeness of the moment.
After a few minutes of savoring the afterglow, during which time Shinji began to feel himself get drowsy, Ritsuko pushed herself up to get some tissues from the box on the night table. But before she went to get them, she had an irresistible urge come over her. Bringing her hand to her face, she experimentally licked some of Shinji’s cum off the back of her hand, idly wondering if it would taste the same as Gendo’s.
When Shinji saw this, it was only the fact that he’d already climaxed and gone completely soft that kept him from firing off another jet of his seed.
Ritsuko wiped the rest of Shinji’s seed off of her hand with some tissues, and cleaned off his now flaccid member as well. After she was done, she gave Shinji a gentle smile, she undid her own blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Standing up, she unzipped her dark slacks and let them fall to the floor, before she pulled Shinji’s pants and underwear the rest of the way off.
Now clad in only her bra and panties, Ritsuko sat back down and kissed Shinji, rubbing her body up against his, feeling his warm, sweat slicked skin sliding against her own, her nipples now jutting out against the lacy material of her bra. Sitting back up, she reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, letting it fall open and down her arms. Taking a second to discard it, Ritsuko then looked back down at Shinji. “Do-do you like them Shinji?” she asked demurely. “I know they’re smaller than Misato’s…”
Truthfully, Shinji knew she was correct, but he also knew, displaying a flash of understanding, that agreeing with her wouldn’t be a good thing. “They-they’re beautiful,” he replied honestly, completely ignoring the issue of size. While Ritsuko may not have been as busty as Misato, she wasn’t under endowed either, and Shinji found himself entranced at the sight of them.
“Please, would you touch them?” Ritsuko asked him softly.
Swallowing once again, and discretely wiping his palms on the bed sheet, Shinji slowly reached up until his palms were full of Ritsuko’s breasts, giving them a soft squeeze.
Ritsuko moaned in response to his touch. ‘He’s even gentler than I thought he’d be…’ Encounters with Gendo often left her bruised, but Shinji’s touch was tender, almost reverent. Even when he pinched her nipples with his thumb and forefinger, he was exceedingly delicate, as if he was deathly afraid of hurting her. His gentle ministrations were heavenly, and Ritsuko found herself moaning openly in response.
“Ritsuko? Are you all right?”
“Please don’t stop Shinji,” she implored him, pushing herself back against his hands. Ritsuko desperately wanted Shinji to suckle her breasts, so she leaned down until they were inches from his face, all but begging him to use his mouth. When Shinji softly brushed his tongue against her right nipple, she gasped in pleasure. It had felt so wonderful, she grabbed his head and pulled him against her, practically forcing her nipple between his lips.
Shinji hungrily latched onto Ritsuko’s nipple, sucking and gently biting it, finding the sounds that his actions inspired from her to be arousing. He could taste the sweat on her skin, and detect a faint, pleasant, clean scent, which he suspected was the soap she used in the shower. The feeling of her breasts pressed against his face was angelic, and he threw himself into his task, doing all the things he’d secretly fantasized about after living with Misato for a while.
Ritsuko moved so that she was laying next to Shinji, instead of on top of him, but she still kept her breasts in easy reach of Shinji’s lips. With her left hand, she pushed her now soaked panties down her legs, past her knees, before she simply kicked them away. Keeping her right leg on the bed, she put her left heel by her right knee, before she took Shinji’s left hand and laid it on top of her pussy.
Shinji froze in surprise, as it took him a second or two to realize what the warm, wet feeling under his hand actually was. When he figured it out, his eyes widened and he instinctively tried to pull his hand back, only to discover that Ritsuko was holding it softly, but still firmly, in place.
Pulling herself up for a moment, Ritsuko looked Shinji deep into his eyes. “Touch me Shinji,” she virtually pleaded. “Please, make me feel good…”
Now more nervous than he’d ever been in his entire life, including his first time in Unit-01’s entry plug, but at the same time more aroused, Shinji began to slowly explore with his finger, tracing the edges of Ritsuko’s lower lips with his fingertips. He slid his fingers where her lips touched, his fingers quickly becoming slick with her lube, before he carefully eased his middle finger between them, gradually inserting its entire length into Ritsuko. The shuddering moans she let out couldn’t possibly have been an objection, so he carefully drew most of its length out before he pushed it back in.
Ritsuko bit her lower lip and started pushing herself back against Shinji’s probing. The twin stimulation of Shinji’s lips, teeth and tongue working on her breasts, and his now increasingly bold fingering of her pussy was threatening to make her pant. “Use-use two fingers… unh… Shinji…” she told him in her state of near delirium. She cried out when he slid a second finger into her waiting pussy, whimpering as the heel of his hand was rubbing against her clit.
Shinji was letting his hand do as it seemingly wished to, not honestly sure what exactly he should do, but what he was doing seemed to be working, so he kept it up. He could feel Ritsuko running her fingers through his hair even as she held his head tightly to her breasts, and she was murmuring wordlessly, her pants, moans and groans forming a wonderful soundtrack to the experience. She was pushing her hips forward in time with his fingering, and now his entire hand felt as if it was coated in warm, exquisite oil. His own arousal was growing, and he could feel his prick getting harder by the second, and while he desperately wanted to start stroking himself to obtain some relief, concern about how that would affect his performance held him in check.
Ritsuko’s body was moving without her thinking about it, pressing against Shinji’s fingers in an attempt to get them deeper and to maintain the wonderful feeling of his hand grinding against her clit. Her cries got louder as she approached her climax, clenching her teeth doing nothing to muffle the sounds she was making, and with a sudden throaty cry she came, her body going rigid as Shinji continued his efforts despite her orgasm, actually intensifying the experience for her.
Shinji felt a rush of liquid on his hand, and since he didn’t know enough to stop, he kept going until Ritsuko slumped against him, covered in sweat and breathing heavily, clearly tired from the experience. As pleased with himself as he was at the results of his efforts, he was also terribly aroused, and he was debating whether it would be a good idea to start stroking himself to achieve release, and get rid of his now almost painful erection.
Waiting for Ritsuko to catch her breath, Shinji pulled his fingers out of her, and in a moment of curiosity that was reminiscent of hers, brought his wet fingers to his lips and licked them. He found that they tasted… not unpleasant, and he realized that if he ever was given the chance, he’d have no objection to using his mouth…
After taking a few minutes to catch her breath, Ritsuko pushed herself up and looked at Shinji hungrily. It had been amazing so far, but she wasn’t ready to call it a night yet, and by the look of Shinji’s throbbing cock, neither was he. Sitting up, she pulled Shinji into a kneeling position, before she laid back down and spread her legs, pulling him towards her, her intentions obvious. Ritsuko wanted Shinji more than she’d ever wanted anyone before, and that included his father.
Shinji crawled towards Ritsuko, knowing what they both wanted, but he wasn’t absolutely sure how to do it. She was also much taller than he was, and when his prick was jutting into her upper thigh, he wasn’t even face to face with her, and had to crane his neck to look at her. His breath caught in his throat when she took hold of his member in her hands and guided the tip of it to her by now sopping wet pussy. The feeling of warmth he got when he brushed up against her was incredible, and when he eased himself into Ritsuko as far as he could reach, her warmth and tightness made him gasp.
Ritsuko groaned at his intrusion, as even now the experience was still gentle, still tender. Shinji could have simply driven himself inside of her roughly, she was aroused and wet enough that it wouldn’t have mattered, but he’d still taken pains to be careful. When Shinji bottomed out, Ritsuko held him in place for a few moments, savoring the sensation of his cock inside of her, before she let him push himself up on his hands, slide his hips back, and begin to thrust himself in and out of her in a slow, steady rhythm. “S-Shinji… It-it’s good!” she gasped.
Shinji murmured as he tried to concentrate on keeping a rhythm, instead of mindlessly speeding up like an animal. The feeling was indescribable, the closest thing he could come up with was his cock being dressed in a heated version of his plugsuit. Even that didn’t do it justice, as he could feel Ritsuko clenching at him as he slid into her; when she’d jacked him off, he’d felt like he was floating, now he wondered if he’d be able to keep his sanity. The pants and moans, which had been sexy when he’d fingered her, were even more arousing now that he was actually fucking Ritsuko.
Ritsuko had her hands on Shinji’s ass, pulling him towards her, even as she bucked her hips up to meet his thrusts. Keeping her left hand there, she moved her right one, placing it on his chest, delicately pinching his nipples as he continued to push into her, causing him to gasp. She could tell that her face was flushed, and she wondered if the touch of make-up she usually wore was running due to all of her sweating. Ritsuko was slick with perspiration, and Shinji was also covered in a fine sheen, drops falling off of him as he moved, splashing onto her stomach and chest, causing them to easily slide against the other.
Closing her eyes and letting herself get carried away by the experience, Ritsuko began crying out wordlessly, her body moving without conscious thought, unaware of anything else but the feeling of Shinji’s prick thrusting deep inside of her, its warmth and hardness driving her ever closer to orgasm. She wrapped her left leg around him, trying to make him push even further into her. In the back of her mind, she was dimly aware that her bedsprings were squeaking, just like the cliché said they would.
Despite his best efforts, Shinji could not keep himself from speeding up his motions, the sounds Ritsuko was making acting like a siren’s call, drawing him irresistibly. The experience was even better than his most scorching wet dreams had been, and his body was screaming at him to finish. Trying to concentrate to prolong the experience, more for Ritsuko’s benefit than his own, Shinji saw her push herself up from the bed, her face approaching his, clearly trying to kiss him again.
Stopping just short of Shinji’s lips, Ritsuko stuck out her tongue, her breathing coming in shallow pants. Shinji extended his own tongue, immediately comprehending what she wanted him to do, and their tongues were entwined for several minutes, before they crushed their lips together, each kissing the other hungrily. Ritsuko was close to climaxing, so she wrapped her arms around Shinji’s shoulders, pulling him down to her, wanting to feel as much of his warm skin against her as possible.
Shinji was at the point he couldn’t stop anymore, even if everyone he knew, from his father down to his homeroom teacher had suddenly materialized in the room. Held tightly by Ritsuko, he moved his hips back and forth as fast as he could, feeling himself approach the edge at what felt like a snail’s pace, until he finally came, his cries of ecstasy muffled by the kiss he and Ritsuko were still sharing. He felt his back arch, and he let fly a virtual torrent of his seed, splashing deep into Ritsuko’s warm, wet pussy.
Ritsuko felt Shinji fire into her, and this gave her the last push she needed. The cry she gave almost sounded as if she was in pain, and her entire body shuddered as she gripped Shinji in what would be called a bear hug in different circumstances. The two of them collapsed into themselves, slumping together, both winded and sweatier than they’d have been if they’d run across the entire Sahara. Their mutual panting was the only reason they’d broken off the kiss, and after a few minutes of getting their wind back, the two of them shared a slow, deep, languid kiss, basking in the afterglow of the other.
They stayed in an intimate embrace for untold minutes, before Ritsuko reminded Shinji that they should probably get up and shower. Shinji didn’t want to move, he would have happily stayed where he was for the rest of his life, but he knew she was right. Ritsuko told him he could shower first, so he got up, gathered his clothes and held them against himself to protect his modesty, and walked into the shower.
When Ritsuko finished her shower and got dressed thirty minutes later, she found Shinji in the kitchen. The meal he’d originally planned wouldn‘t have been finished before Misato arrived, but he’d managed to get the salmon in the fridge so that Ritsuko could use it later. Salvaging the chopped veggies, and using them in a simple ramen dish, the two of them ate in a silence that was both comfortable and awkward.
Shinji took the time to clean up the kitchen afterward, not accepting any help from Ritsuko, putting away the last things just as the doorbell rang. Misato apologized for being a few minutes late, and hopefully asked Shinji if there were any leftovers. He told her no, and she acted like it wasn’t a big deal, not bothering to tell him that Asuka had decided to go eat at Hikari’s rather than face her cooking, or that Pen-Pen had barricaded himself in his fridge.
The two college friends bid each other farewell, and then Shinji and Misato were on their way out the door, when a question from Ritsuko stopped them. “Shinji, do you have any other exams coming up?”
Shinji swallowed hard before he answered. “Yes. A chemistry test next week…”
“I’m pretty good at chemistry,” Ritsuko replied. “Would you like me to help you with that one too?”
Shinji paused for a few heartbeats. “Yes… Yes, I-I’d like that very much-” Shinji almost called her ‘Ritsuko.’ “Dr. Akagi…”
“Misato, would you mind if Shinji came here tomorrow after the synch-tests?”
“No problem,” Misato replied brightly, having no inkling of the real reason for her friend’s request. “Anything to help out Shin-chan…”
“I’ll see you tomorrow then Shinji…”
“Tomorrow, Dr. Akagi…”
“Ritsuko…” she reminded Shinji with an enigmatic smile. “You can call me Ritsuko…”
Misato didn’t notice the smile her friend was wearing, and on the ride home, Shinji spent the entire time looking out the window, so she couldn’t tell that his expression was identical.
End of Comparative Studies
Pre-read by my pet budgie. Where he pecked, I made changes…