Target Love
Mikura silently watched as Asami practiced her sharp
shooting, but found her mind wandering. Shaking her head,
she tried to focus on Asami's shooting form and once again
found her gaze returning to her pupil's body and the curves
six years of intense training had developed.
Mikura finally had to admit to herself that she had
come to love Asami, and not as a kid sister like Harada
thought of her. No, whenever she saw Asami in her tight
work clothes, desires arose deep within her. As much as
Mikura longed for her she didn't act on her impulses since
Asami gave no signs that the feelings might be returned. As
far as Mikura could tell Asami only saw her as a sensei, and
showed no signs of a desire for any personal relationship
with anyone.
As Mikura's mind was drifting in thought, Asami had
finished her target practice. Standing slowly, she reached
back to pull the seat of her shorts out where they had
ridden up during the long training session. Asami was
rather proud; she had made it through the 8 hour session
without setting off a single motion sensor and hitting a
perfect bull's eye on the target Kurokowa-san specified.
Stretching her tense muscles, Asami looked over and saw
Mikura watching her practice, which gave her the perfect
opportunity to set a carefully thought out plan into action.
"Hey Mikura-san, could you massage my shoulders? That
training session left them rather sore," Asami chirped.
"No problem Asami-Chan, just hit the showers first and
then you'll get your massage," Mikura replied.
Asami couldn't believe her luck in stumbling into this
opportunity to act on an intense feeling that had been
weighing on her heart for the last six years. Turning to
head to the showers, Asami watched Mikura head inside and
smile at the sight of her taut orange spandex riding up a
little as she ascended the stairs. She quickly showered not
wanting anything to come up that would interrupt what could
very well change her life forever.
Mikura wandered around the DSA offices, which doubled
as living quarters for all of them, and put the place on
lockdown. She didn't want Harada or Kurokowa walking in and
misinterpreting the situation. The last thing she wanted
was for the two of them to have any ammunition to tease her
with, at least no more than they already did. Mikura had
just found the massage oil when she heard Asami enter
through the only door Mikura hadn't locked. As she turned,
Mikura nearly dropped the oil when she saw Asami standing
there naked, not even a towel wrapped around her young body.
As Asami stepped into the room she could feel her heart
racing. Gathering her courage she lunged for Mikura and
quickly wrapped her arms around the woman that was
constantly in her mind, even when she dreamed. Mikura was
startled by the sudden boldness of the usually shy and
reserved Asami, but felt her pulse quicken as Asami's
breasts rubbed against hers.
"I've dreamed of this moment for so long, Mikura-san,
and I just couldn't resist any longer," Asami wept.
Returning the heartfelt hug, Mikura stared into Asami's
tear filled eyes and kissed her with a passion she had never
felt before. Mikura gently led Asami over to the couch and
sat the still weeping young woman down. Looking at her,
Mikura couldn't help teasing her a little.
"So were you still wanting that massage or is there
something else you had in mind?" Mikura said with gentle
laughter.
Asami's blush gave her all the answer she needed.
Mikura leaned over and started to massage her, but not on
her shoulders, rather on her small firm breasts. Asami's
nipples hardened under the gentle caress of Mikura's hands.
Giggling, Asami whispered, "This isn't what I had in
mind when I asked you for a massage, but please don't stop".
Mikura had no intentions of stopping any time soon.
Sliding off the couch, she kneeled between Asami's legs and
continued massaging her breasts. Kissing her again, Mikura
ran her tongue down Asami's neck and lightly ran it around
one of her nipples. As Asami let out a little moan of
pleasure, Mikura managed to tug her clothing off one handed,
the other busy with Asami's breast. Mikura let herself go
and left a trail of wet kisses from Asami's breast down to
her navel, hands sliding their way up her legs. Mikura
could feel Asami's excited dampness long before she reached
her final goal. Lowering her head even further, Mikura was
now in position to see the wet folds of Asami's vagina.
Asami let out a primal scream of pleasure as Mikura ran her
tongue from one end of that wet slit to the other. Now
Mikura sat back to admire the view her position afforded.
Asami was too excited to let Mikura pause now, so she
grabbed Mikura's ponytail and pulled her face back into her
wetness. As Mikura started in on Asami's wet labia, she
gently rubbed her hard little clitoris with her thumb. This
combination quickly drove Asami to her first orgasm.
Screaming, she flooded Mikura's face with her cum. Mikura
was in heaven with the first sweet taste and greedily lapped
up every drop she could. Mikura kept going and started in
on the engorged clit with her tongue. Asami squealed even
louder as Mikura slid two fingers inside while happily
licking her clit. It took even less time to drive Asami
into orgasm, and Mikura's mouth was quite ready this time.
Feeling her tighten down on the fingers, Mikura clamped her
mouth over Asami's small vagina, giving her fluids no where
to go except in her mouth.
After two mind shattering orgasms, Asami was quite
ready to return the pleasure Mikura had given her.
Positioning her new lover on her knees, chest supported by
the couch, Asami knelt behind her. Impishly, Asami mimicked
the tongue action of Mikura and smiled a little at the moans
coming from her lover's lips. Her position gave Asami a
clear view of Mikura's pink pucker, and she couldn't resist.
Sliding a finger into Mikura's wet vagina, Asami ran her
tongue around Mikura's tiny asshole. This caused Mikura's
moans to grow louder and drew Asami even further in.
Switching tactics to bring on an orgasm, she slid the wet
finger she had in Mikura's wet folds into the tight hole she
had just been licking and focused her tongue on Mikura's
clit. This combination quickly brought her to climax.
Overjoyed at being able to make her cum so quickly, Asami
lapped up her secretions as eagerly as Mikura had hers.
Asami was too exhausted from her two orgasms to
continue any longer and looked at Mikura with a little
embarrassment, "Sorry, I just don't have the energy to keep
going."
Mikura smiled and replied, "Don't worry about it, I
know we'll have plenty of time together."
Leaning on each other for support, Mikura and Asami
staggered upstairs to get dressed. As the two new lovers
made their way downstairs again they heard Harada and
Kurokowa pounding on the door. Mikura made her way to the
door while Asami slumped down on the couch.
Harada was the first to notice how tired Asami looked
and asked, "Did Mikura run you through the wringer again?"
The two women looked at each other and burst into
laughter. Harada and Kurokowa looked at the two with
puzzlement, but neither Mikura nor Asami wanted to let them
in on the joke, at least for a while.
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