Rose Mardis sniffed as she stepped off the bus. No, she wasn’t sick. It was her way of showing disdain for places or people. The obviously upper-middle class neighborhood that she had arrived in did not bode well with her, as she hated such places because of the stuffy and arrogant people who lived in them. Rolling her eyes, she shifted her bag on her shoulder and began to walk nonchalantly down the well kept pavement of the sidewalk. Then without thought, she blinked and spat out her gum on the ground before replacing it with another piece. She threw the wrapper in a yard. When she had arrived at her destination, she pulled out a wrinkled piece of paper with a name scrawled on it in her mother’s less-than-ideal penmanship. "Yep. This is the place." She entered and was frowning inwardly as she proceeded down the hallway to her new kendo class. She had just moved to this town and had no intention of leaving her training in the art of the samurai behind, no matter what happened. However, this place reeked of snobbish girls who thought they were the best at everything because of their stupid personal trainers and blah, blah.... Rose caught her reflection in a trophy case and stopped to look at herself. She pulled some loose strands of her neck-length, black hair out of her eyes; revealing their hazel ferocity. Then, with a weary yet undoubtably cocky smile, she ventured into the training room without any further preamble.
The other girls were sparring amongst themselves, save for a girl who appeared to be older than Rose, and the apparent teacher. Both turned to the opened door (along with the majority of the class) to find Rose leaning against the doorpost, looking extremely bored already.
"Welcome!" greeted Rose’s new sensei. "You may call me Lota Sensei. Your mother called ahead about you, you know!"
"Uh...huh." Rose answered as the woman came closer to her and took her hands. This Lota person was a bit peppy.
The older woman turned to the class and grinned. "Dearies, this is kendo prodigy, Rose Mardis! Please introduce yourselves."
And, as was expected, the girls introduced themselves one after another. These were usually witty or funny (or at least an attempt as such) to which Rose nodded and shook her head with a smile or sniff. Mostly sniffs, because most of the girls’ snobbishness was completely transparent. Then at long last, she was introduced to the girl standing beside Lota Sensei, whose name was Flora.
"Pleased to meet you, Rose." spoke Flora as she bowed while looking into the girl’s eyes, causing Rose to stare blankly at the girl without sniffing. She didn’t smile either...in fact she nearly winced. This one was hard to read.
"Rose, dear, Flora is the top student in my most advanced class! I think you two would get along nicely." Rose was positive that she would be placed in that same class in less than a week’s worth of practices, so she simply nodded.
"Now, class return to your exercise." She said facing the other students before turning around to Rose and Flora. "And Flora, please take Rose here to the individual training room and get her acquainted with the stretches and how we do things."
Flora bowed to Lota Sensei and walked away, gesturing for Rosa to follow.
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With both Flora and Rose geared up, they sat across from each other in a smaller room doing their stretches in relative silence. Rose was inspecting Flora and vice versa as they counted off each stretch solemnly, Rose with a curious gaze and Flora with a frequent and amused glance. The smile that went along with it grew to be more and more suggestive with each turn, unbeknownst to Rose herself. The girl was still suspicious of the older girl, even though her beauty was undeniable due to her alluring blue eyes and long reddish-brown hair.
"I think we’ve stretched enough now, Lori." Rose grumbled with an exasperated sigh.
Flora blinked. "Lori?"
"Yeah, ‘Lori.’ I’m gonna call you that."
"As a sign of friendship? Already?"
"Um...No. I would simply prefer to call you that. It’s not a hard concept, and it’s not deep. Lori is how I’ll address you, got it?
"I might call you Rosie then." said the girl with feigned withdrawal.
"Could you not and say you did? Rosie is a gay nickname. Literally."
"Yeah, I don’t really like that too much myself." Then Flora stood up and brushed off any dust from her backside. "Shall we begin then?"
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Flora and Rose stood across from each other, bamboo swords in hand, gasping for breath. Rose had exerted too much power and energy into her offense against Flora who had skillfully (not easily) dodged and parried the onslaught. Flora was tired from this defense and Rose’s stamina had prevented her from making any hits of her own. Looking up, Flora stared at the panting younger girl who was glaring at her with contempt. Finally she spoke. "Take off your protective gear."
Rose did not ask questions and did this as Flora did the same. Flora was wearing a navy-blue sports bra that reached her midriff, despite the size and fullness of her breasts, and a pair of matching shorts. Rose was wearing a tight grey tank-top and light green girl briefs, both accenting the girl’s own endowment. After tossing and kicking their other clothes to the side, the two locked eyes and charged once again with their practice weapons.
"Usually, I finish spars much faster than this." muttered Flora with a sigh which may have been a pant.
"You aren’t better than me so you can come off it, Lori." replied an annoyed Rose as she attacked Flora with extra force.
"Well I’m certainly more experienced...little Rose." It was true that Rose was 4 years younger than the 18 year-old, and shorter to boot, but this did not help her at all when said girl got truly angry.
Rose scowled as Flora had now taken the offensive with graceful, deadly strikes. Then with speed that surprised the latter, Rose ducked and rolled behind her assailant and whacked her in the back which knocked her onto the ground. "Pfft, little my ass!" shouted Rose who then straddled the other girl’s hips with the wooden blade directed towards her neck in a slow descent down Flora’s body before easing off her to sit between her legs. "And as for your experience..." Rose patted the girl’s crotch with her practice sword, then used said instrument to fondle it lightly. "...I think you know where to shove that."she said with a smirk as she prepared to get up. Flora, however, sat up and grabbed the girl’s shoulders briefly before pulling her in for a short, yet wanton kiss. Then she pulled back to gauge Rose’s reaction, but never got to do so, for the raven-haired girl tangled her fingers in the girl’s hair and invaded the girl’s slightly open mouth with her tongue. Tender lips met tender lips as they tilted their heads slightly to accommodate this fierce kiss, as Rose massaged Flora’s tongue with her own with surprising attentiveness. Each movement of their wet, velvety members were intentional and passionate as their kiss continued as Rose pushed the taller girl to the floor gently and without breaking their kiss, sucking on Flora’s tongue. The shorter girl’s hands slid up the submissive girl’s bra and massaged the supple orbs causing the brunette to moan into her mouth and her hands to cup Rose’s firm buttocks as her ministrations continued. Rose then pulled Flora’s bra and her own tank and bra off as well, before leaning down to work on the girl’s heaving breasts. She licked the left breast slowly at first then in circles around her areola before grazing Flora’s stiff, pink nipple with her teeth, eliciting a shudder and a strangled gasp from the girl’s swollen red lips.
"Rose...Oh GOD! ROSE!" Flora breathed in relatively quiet moans and pants as she realized they could potentially get caught. She continued this as she ground her dampening crotch against the girl atop her, whimpering in pleasure as her face contorted.
Sensing Flora’s urgency, Rose pulled off the latter’s shorts and unbearably wet panties with a smirk. Her smirk died when she beheld Flora’s flower, dripping with it’s own nectar, and the expectant and flushed face of the girl who owned it. It was replaced by a hungry, lecherous grin as the girl picked up her forgotten practice sword and, without any warning or hesitation, began to pump it deeply into Flora’s pussy while looking straight into the girl’s face.
Rose...Rose- ah!! Oh...OH....OHHH, Oh GOD, Rose!! More...please more- UH!! Gasped the brunette as she began to ride the sword, humping it wildly as her breasts jumped around. Rose could not help but comply as she pushed the girl’s knees up to her chest and, while continuing her thrusts with one hand, fingered the girl’s anus before entering it suddenly, causing Flora to writhe uncontrollably on the floor while bucking into the finger and the sword in a pleasure induced frenzy. Then, because Flora was becoming a bit too loud, Rose removed her finger from the girl’s ass and began to suck the girl’s clit while pumping the sword into the girl’s channel even deeper. Aware that the girl had reached her limit, Rose pushed in the sword and turned it inside the girl while grazing her clit with her teeth. With a loud cry that was muffled by Rose’s lips, the tall girl came and desperately humped the sword to ride out the waves of her orgasm. "Oh...Rose...t-thank you..." she muttered as she basked in the afterglow of her climax. Rose kissed her head and held her, as Flora closed her eyes and dozed off.
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About 40 minutes later, Rose and Flora dressed and picked up their things. Flora finished first and walked over to her new short haired lover. "Um...no one’s made me feel that amazing...or made me cum so hard, Rose."
Rose smirked. "I know. I’d venture to say that no one else here has beaten you in a spar either, eh?
Flora rolled her eyes in response. "You’re a cocky brat. But know this..." Flora leaned up against the girl and pressed her against the wall. "Next time, I’ll be the one in charge. Both in the match..." Flora wacked the younger girl lightly on the head with her katana. "And in the bed." And with that, Flora she devoured the girl’s face while grinding her knee into Rose’s crotch, with both hands groping the girl’s chest. "You can be sure of that, little Rosie."