Sailor Moon Fan Fiction ❯ Ami Mizuno's Class of Self Loving ❯ Ami Mizuno's Class of Self Loving ( Prologue )

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Ami Mizuno's Class of Self-Loving

The sensations are coming faster now. I savor every one of them. I couldn't describe the
sensation even if I wanted too, but I was taught a while ago to not try and analyze it, just
be thankful it's there. And I am thankful. It feels so good.

Playing with my nipples always does that to me. I lightly stroke them with my fingers,
ever so slowly. I do everything I can to make the feeling last. My nipples immediately
become hard and swollen. I can see them expanding right before my eyes, like little
beach balls. I nipples were large enough before (Makoto says they're the size of large
cherries, I think they're even larger than that), but they're absolutely enormous now.

I'm lying back on my living room couch. I'm completely naked. I have my legs spread
wide and my feet propped against the corners of the nearby coffee table. My mother's
away for the weekend and no one else has a key to my apartment, so I know no one will
catch me. As a result, I'm free to masturbate anywhere I want (be it my bed, the floor, a
couch, a chair,…) in complete safety. I just have to clean up what ever mess I may leave
behind.

For now, I'm concentrating solely on my nipples, stroking them, softly pinching, tugging,
twisting. Once I even slapped them, which felt great while I was doing it. But I don't do
that anymore, because all I ended up with were sore nipples, which I couldn't touch for at
least a week, and I like touching my nipples. So I'm very careful when I play with them
now. I'm very delicate with whatever I do to them.

Suddenly I feel a familiar heat between my legs. The moistness follows. Then the
delicious throbbing. It's that wonderful little organ of mine. It's become swollen and the
throbbing is it's way of begging for some attention. My right hand flutters down my
body to acknowledge this new need. I've learned to listen to my body. It knows what it
wants.

My right hand finds the spot and begins rubbing softly. It's a good thing I'm hairless and
smooth. There's nothing to get in the way. My clit is pleased with the attentiveness and
immediately returns the favor with pleasure. The new sensation strikes my brain, and I
arch back and moan, loud and long, not ignoring the pure pleasure my nipples are still
feeding me, still being treated with my left hand.

The sensations keep coming, faster and faster, Reaching my brain faster than they can
leave it. It's building up inside. The heat between my legs feels so good it's almost too
much to bear. I'm clawing at my sex, trying desperately to release it. Sweat is dripping
down my body. My face is red and hot and I can feel tears welling up in my eyes. It's
too much. I can't release the heat…I'm…I…

I throw my head back and gasp as I come. My body breaks into uncontrollable spasms.
My right hand tightly grips my sex and my legs close around it. My whole body is
shaking as I curl up into a little ball on the couch, my trapped right hand trying to calm
my clit with soothing rubs. Eventually the sensations subside and I breath a sigh of relief.

I don't have the strength to move. I just lie there, curled in a ball for five minutes, with
my hand still between my legs. Eventually, my strength returns. I wipe away the tears
that are still streaming down my face and walk to the kitchen sink to rinse off my right
hand.

That is one of the few times I ever masturbate. I don't do it as nearly as often as other
people. Makoto is the one who started me on the road to physically pleasuring myself
but she would have you believe that I do it all the time, and nothing could be further from
the truth. I only do it once, twice at the most, when my mother goes away on trips.
Sometimes I don't even do it at all. Masturbation is something I can take or leave. I
don't need it. It's just an occasional pleasure I like to enjoy.

I gather up my clothes from the floor. I kind of wish Makoto was here today. I would
have liked her company. We agreed that it can get lonely pleasuring yourself so we
sometimes masturbate together and talk. But we can't be together every time we do it.
Actually, I'm thinking maybe we could try setting up some kind of phone plan. I'll have
to talk to her about that.

What's that? You want to hear how Makoto got me started? Well, better you hear it
from me than her. I can only imagine what she would tell you. Here's what happened.
We were running home from school together in the rain. We both had umbrellas, but the
wind was whipping around so they weren't much help. We got as far as her house and
ran inside.

"Maybe you'd better phone your mother and tell her you're staying over here." She told
me.

"Oh, I don't know. I don't want to be a bother."

"Don't worry about it. Besides, you'd drown if you tried to walk home in that."

"Alright. If you really want me to."

"Just call her already."

So I called my mother and everything was set. When I got off the phone, Makoto was
coming in, with two heavy cotton shirts. She tossed one to me.

"Here, your uniform is soaked."

I looked down and sure enough, my shirt was soaked right through, my bra was showing
as plain as day. I threw my arms over my chest and Makoto laughed.

"Same old Ami. It doesn't take much to embarrass you does it."

Makoto turned around and started to take off her shirt. I quickly changed while her back
was turned, removing my shirt and bra and removing my skirt when I'd put on the shirt
she gave me. Makoto on the other hand, took her time. It was as if she didn't care
whether I saw her or not. She removed her shirt and bra and I could see her breasts
peeking out from in front of her. Then she removed her skirt. I turned around when she
started removing her panties. What was the matter with her, I remember thinking. Does
she even remember I'm here?

"Okay, you can turn around now."

I turned and she was dressed in her own shirt. It barely reached to her thighs, but she
didn't seem to mind.

"Give me your uniform. We've got a laundry room downstairs. I'll just go put these in
the dryer for a little while."

"O-okay."

She walked out of the room. I couldn't help but think of how she just stripped right in
front of me, without a care. If anything, she was certainly comfortable with her body. I
was a little envious of that. I wish I had her confidence.

The rest of the evening was fairly normal. We did our homework, ate dinner (by the way,
Makoto's soba noodles are to die for) and watched a little T.V. At about 10 o'clock we
were both tired and ready for bed. Makoto had folded her uniform nicely by her coffee
table.

"I can sleep on the couch and you can take the bedroom."

"Well, if you wanted, we could share your bed."

"Oh, I don't think that's such a good idea. I tend to toss and turn in my sleep
and…well…I sleep naked."

My eyes went wide.

"Are you serious?"

"I'm perfectly serious. I just like how the sheets feel on me when I'm naked, that's all."

Well, that settled things right there.

"You can take the bed."

"Are you sure?" she asked me.

"Yes, I'm sure. I wouldn't want to put you out. Don't worry, I'll be fine."

"Well…if that's what you want."

Makoto walked into her bedroom and I took the spare blanket and pillow. I couldn't
believe what a comfortable couch she had. I fell asleep almost as soon as I laid down.

In the middle of the night, I woke up, which in and of itself, isn't unusual. It happens to
me a lot. Usually just a glass of water and I can get back to sleep. I went into the
kitchen, drank my water and I was about to go to bed, when I heard noises coming from
Makoto's bedroom. It sounded like heavy breathing and soft moaning. I was afraid she
was becoming ill from running in the rain. The door was open a crack and a light was
on, so I peeked into her room to see if she was alright.

I almost went into shock as I looked in the door. There she was, lying on the bed with
the sheets kicked away. She was completely naked which was shocking enough to me
because I'd never seen her naked before, and her breasts seemed twice as large as they
were when she was wearing a shirt. But what shocked me even further was her hands
were running up and down her body, touching her all over. Her hands cupped her
enormous breasts and started bouncing them up and down, stroking and pinching her
nipples. Then she reached between her legs and started rubbing. Her breathing became
faster and her moans got louder as she rubbed. Not long after, she threw her head back
and let out a hard gasp, and her whole body started shaking for about thirty seconds.
When her body stopped shaking, she pulled the sheets back over her and turned out the
lights.

I closed the door. I couldn't believe what I'd just seen. I broke into a cold sweat and
walked back to the couch. Eventually, I fell back to sleep, but I don't remember when.

I was dressed and gone by the time Makoto woke up the next morning. There was no
way I could face her. Not after that. I took great pains to avoid her all day at school, but
she saw me at the end of the day as I was walking home.

"Hey Ami, wait up! Where were you this morning!"

All I remember is when I heard her voice, I just started running. It didn't take anything
for her to catch up though. Let's face it, I'm not exactly on her physical level.

"Ami, what's wrong?"

I looked away from her.

"Wrong? Nothing's wrong."

"Yeah right. I wake up this morning and you're gone, I don't see you all day at school,
and when I finally find you, you run away like I'm some kind of monster."

Her look then changed from irritation to concern.

"Ami, you're a good friend to me. I don't want any resentment between us. Have I done
something wrong?"

I was trapped. I told her everything I'd seen. She was wide-eyed for a moment, but then
she shrugged her shoulders.

"That's it? You just saw me masturbating?"

My head went into a tailspin. She actually said it.

"What's wrong with that?"

"I just don't see how you can do something like that. I feel like I don't know you
anymore."

"Hey, what I do with my body is my business, okay?! Besides, there's nothing wrong
with doing it occasionally. Are you telling me you've never masturbated?"

I looked at her like she'd just asked the world's stupidest question.

"No, I've never done it! What are you thinking?!"

"Well, there's nothing wrong with that either. Some people just don't do it. I just
happen to be someone who does."

"I can't believe I'm even having this conversation. What's so great about it anyway?"

"Hey, it feels good to masturbate. Don't put it down until you've tried it for yourself."

"Well…," I have to admit, the appeal was starting to get to me. I mean, Makoto's my
friend, she wouldn't steer me wrong, but, "No…no I couldn't."

I ran off down the street. Makoto didn't follow me, but she called after me down the
street, her voice getting louder as I got further away.

"Okay, but I think you're being too stubborn about this! It's fun!! You don't know what
you're missing!!!"

She was right. I didn't know what I was missing, but I wouldn't find that out until later.

I spent the rest of the day desperately trying to forget what I'd seen the night before. I'd
manage to relax about it when I went to sleep that night. But that's when things get a
little bizarre.

I wound up having the strangest dream. I was back in Makoto's apartment, looking in
her bedroom door as I'd done the night before. But I didn't see Makoto. I saw me!

There I was, naked on the bed, with two other girls. The shocking thing was these two
girls looked exactly like me. One was kneeling behind me, massaging my breasts and
stroking my nipples. The other had her head between my legs and was licking me. And I
was there between them, panting and moaning, with a smile on my face, enjoying every
moment.

I couldn't watch anymore. Even though I wasn't technically in there, I felt so violated. I
turned around, and there was Makoto, standing behind me, naked.

"There's nothing wrong with it." she said.

She turned me back around, and the two other girls were gone. There was just me, naked
on the bed, my left hand stroking my huge swollen nipples, my right hand between my
legs. I saw my face in the room looking at me, smiling, almost beckoning me. Then that
me shot her head back and…

I woke up with a jolt. I was in a cold sweat like I had been the night before. What was
that about? Then, I felt a wetness and a heat between my legs. My right hand
unconsciously reached for it, but I pulled it away. I don't think I got any more sleep that
night. All these new thoughts and curiosities I'd never had before were running through
my mind. What was I going to do?

My mother had left for a weekend medical conference early the next morning. Not that it
mattered. I was too embarrassed to talk to her about this. I knew what I was thinking of
doing, dream or no dream. I was really thinking about it since yesterday. But would I
really be able to go through with it? I was sailing into uncharted waters.

I sat in my living room all morning and thought, long and hard. I weighed the pros and
cons, and I made my decision and picked up the phone. To this day, I don't know if
seeing myself in that dream had inspired my decision or not, but I'm sure glad I made the
decision I did.

"Ami, is that you?"

"Makoto, could you come over for a little while. There's something I need to talk to you
about."

I admit, in the half hour it took her to walk down here, I tried to talk myself out of it. But
then I heard her ringing my doorbell. There was no turning back.

"Ami, what's wrong?"

I was still embarrassed to ask. I looked away.

"Makoto,…how do you…do it?"

Makoto's eyes went wide, but then she gave a sly grin.

"Do what?"

I looked over her shoulder to make sure the door was closed.

"…masturbate…" I whispered shyly.

"What was that?"

"Oh, forget it. It was a mistake even talking to you about this."

Makoto smartened up.

"No Ami, wait. I'm really sorry. I'm just a little surprised. Why this sudden change of
heart?"

"I…I don't know. I really don't know why I'm doing this. It's just I don't know what
I'm doing. I need help…I…"

Makoto held my face in her hands. She spoke in a soft, soothing voice. For some reason,
it made me feel a little better.

"Well, don't worry. Whatever happens, it won't go beyond this room, okay?"

"…Okay."

"Alright. Now the first thing you have to do is take off your clothes."

"My…my clothes?"

"Well, you can do it with your clothes on, but I don't think it's as effective."

I slowly started fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. I was second guessing myself
again and Makoto could see that.

"Ami, look."

I looked up and Makoto pulled off her shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra and her breasts
rolled out for me to see. Her breasts were absolutely huge and they didn't sag at all. In
fact, it seemed as though they'd grown larger since she had taken off her shirt.

"They're…they're enormous."

She bounced them in her hands.

"Yeah, it's great. I love them like this."

"How do you fit all that into your uniform."

"Well, don't let their appearance fool you. They're really very soft."

I managed to take off my shirt and bra. Maybe Makoto's pride in her body had inspired
me, I don't know. Then it was Makoto's turn for a complement.

"Look at the size of your nipples. They're huge."

I looked at my nipples and I was shocked. It was the first time in a long time that I'd
actually looked at them.

"Oh my God! I never knew. I've never paid much attention."

"Well you should. Your body always knows what feels good, even before you do. If I
had nipples as big as yours, I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off them."

We took off the rest of our clothes, but I admit, I was still a, little embarrassed by this
whole thing. I was naked. I was going to be doing things to my body I'd never done
before and I had no idea what would happen. I was starting to feel uncomfortable and
was about to call the whole thing off, when Makoto took my hand and again spoke
soothingly.

"Come on. Everything's fine. I'll be right here with you. Remember, this is your body.
Nothing's going to happen to you if you don't want it to happen."

With Makoto holding my hand, I immediately felt a sense of relief. She led me over to
the couch and lay me down with my head on her lap and told me to close my eyes. Then
she started gently stroking my face and softly talking.

"First, feel your body with your hands. Let them find out where they're going. Explore
every area until you know your body by heart."

I softly ran my hands all over my breasts, my stomach, my thighs, my sex. It was a very
soothing feeling, very calming. It helped me chase away whatever anxiety was left.
After I had rubbed myself all over, Makoto spoke again, again in her soothing voice.

"Now, let you hands go where they want to go. Don't think. Don't plan. Your body will
take care of you. Let your hands find those sensitive areas that even you didn't know
were there."

My eyes were still closed so I didn't even know where my hands were going or what they
were doing. Suddenly, I felt a jolt up and down my body. I gasped. I thought I could
stave it off, but I was completely unprepared for the incredible sensation.

"Did that feel good?" Makoto asked.

"Yes. Yes, it felt very good." I breathed.

"Never forget that feeling. Don't try to analyze it or describe it. Just know that it's
there."

"I'll never forget it."

"Now…open your eyes."

I opened my eyes, and my hands were on my breasts, pinching and tugging at my nipples,
which were hard and swollen. They were even bigger than before and I immediately
hesitated. This was all new to me, and I was getting a little scared. Then the sensations
started to go away.

"I…I can't feel it anymore," I started to panic.

"No, no. Ssssssssshhhhhhhhhh," Makoto reverted back to her hushed tone, "You're doing
great. Don't be scared. Just let it go. Your hands know what they're doing. Lay back
and enjoy it."

I lay back down, watching Makoto's huge breasts bobbing over my face, and again let my
hands do their work. Suddenly, another sensation rippled through my body and I let out a
soft moan. Makoto smiled. She lifted my head off her lap, still speaking softly.

"Now don't stop. Keep doing it just like that. Don't worry, I'm not going anywhere. I'll
be right here beside you."

Completely surrendering to my body, I laid back and let my hands go wherever they
wanted, stroking and tugging at my nipples. I looked over and Makoto had started
touching herself as well, running her hands up and down her breasts, bouncing them
again.

"I always like to bounce my breasts when I masturbate."

The sensations were coming again and again, almost as if they were second nature to me.

"Mmmmm…Makoto, it feels wonderful."

"Soon you'll find out where you're the most sensitive and when you touch yourself,
you'll go right there, with out even thinking."

I could feel the heat between my legs. The wetness. My right hand immediately went to
soothe me. It started rubbing between my legs and I felt even more pleasure. Faster and
faster it rubbed, and the hotter and hotter I burned.

"Makoto, I feel strange. I…I…"

I crashed against the back of the sofa and came. My whole body quaked, but I was too
busy enjoying the unbelievable pleasure I was receiving. Makoto came not long after I
did.

Even after she spoke to me, I was still too out of breath to reply.

"So how was your first orgasm? Good?"

All I could do was nod in response.

We both got lay on the couch naked. Makoto was the first to speak. I was still too
dazzled by this experience to say anything.

"So, where do you go from here?"

I was silent for a time. Then I spoke.

"I don't know."

"Does this mean you won't be so shy?"

"Maybe."

"You really shouldn't be. I mean, look at you. You're smart, you're beautiful, you're
sexy,…"

"Oh please…"

"I'm serious. You have a cute face and a great body."

"Hey, what about your body. I'm sure those breasts get a lot of attention."

"Believe it or not, a lot of people are really intimidated by them. You're a lot more well
rounded, physically. And I can't imagine a man alive who wouldn't love those nipples."

"Really?"

"A girl like you could be very popular very fast. There are a lot of guys in school who
would kill to get together with you."

"You're kidding."

"I can name five guys in my class alone who would worship you like a goddess."

"Wow."

"Anyway, what about this? Do you think this is something you'll want to keep doing?"

"Well, I'm still not sure how I feel about this, but…yes. Yes, I think I will keep doing
it."

"It's…it's just that I don't want to feel that I pressured you into anything you weren't
comfortable with."

"Makoto really, it's okay. This was my decision. Makoto?"

"Yeah?"

"I really can't thank you enough for helping me."

We sat up and hugged.

"Don't mention it. I'm always glad to help a friend."

Our breasts touched when we hugged, but I could feel Makoto's breasts seem to mold
around my body. I looked down wide-eyed, then looked at Makoto.

"I told you they were soft."

Then for some reason, we both just burst out laughing.

Well, that's how it started, and I'd like to think I'm at least a little better off for it. At
this point, I'm still to busy studying to have a man in my life, but until then, I know I'll
always have my friends for company and support. And physically, I'll always be able to
keep myself happy.

-The end?-

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