Sumire's No. 1 Fan
Sumire paced up and down the halls of the Teigeki Theatre,
desperately searching for something quite dear to her. She looked
under tables and inbetween cushions. Was it in the desk in the-- no,
no, no... that's not where she left it. The bathroom? How foul!
Perhaps behind the... nonsense, it would NOT be behind THAT.
An hour passed. Then another. Soon three hours had passed
without any trace of the missing item. Finally, the lovely Kanzaki
entered the dining room and flopped very un-lady-like into a chair,
resting her head on her arms face down on the table top.
"It is as though I have lost a piece of my soul!" she cried in a
muffled voice. "My poor little-- what is that smell?"
Sumire raised her head and pointed her nose in the direction of
the kitchen. She grit her teeth at the sound of Kanna's singing. "The
beast is preparing a meal which, according to this dreadful aroma, is
fit for ONLY a beast."
The singing stopped as Kanna shuffled over to the kitchen door.
"Oi, Sumire! How's it goin'?"
"Don't patronize me, Ms. Kanna!"
Kanna shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, whatever... Hey, do you want
some of the rice I made? It's smells great!"
Sumire replied with a snort.
"That just means more for me! It's one of my specialties,
though, so it's a real shame to hafta eat it all by myself... Ouch
ouch! Still hot! I should fan it down a couple'a mor times..."
Eyes widening, Sumire jumped up from her seat and rushed over to
the kitchen. Pushing past the giant woman, Sumire saw what she had
feared...
"My my my MY FAN!!!"
"Wha--?"
Sumire picked up her fan and faced Kanna. "You oversized tree
trunk! Just LOOK at what you've done to my signature! This unique item
which symbolizes me, the accessory of my persona... MY FAN WAS MY
THING!"
Kanna gulped. "Whoa, there, Sumire! It's just a fan! I mean, er,
it's still good and all, right?"
Sumire opened her fan with a flick of her wrist and peered
through the tiny holes in the paper. "Yes, it would still work were it
not for these burn holes! Let's see, who did this, who did this... Ms.
Tree Trunk! You tank! You big stupid--"
"I was just using it to cool the rice! I must've left it on the
burner... my special rice needs special care, Cactus Woman!"
Shaking with anger, Sumire threw the fan at Kanna's face. "Do
not EVER steal my things AGAIN, you barbarian! Thief!"
Kanna watched as Sumire stormed off. She looked down at the fan
and sighed. "Chyaa... I really blew it this time..."
Rehearsals that evening for The Crimson Lizard were a nightmare.
Everyone fed off Sumire's angry energy, it seemed, as nobody wanted to
work that day.
"Ogami-han, this is not working so well," whined Kohran, dressed
as the Shonen Lad. "Maybe we can finish this early, ya?"
Ichirou Ogami sighed. "How does everyone feel about it?"
Masae, or rather Sakura dressed as Masae, stepped forward.
"Um... Ogami-san... perhaps this would be a good time to at the very
least take a break..." she shifted her gaze to Sumire, who had been
unwilling to even put on her costume, let alone say the lines."
"We've been on page five for over an hour!" shouted Orihime from
backstage. "We are not so much the rehearsing, Taichou!"
Ogami closed his eyes and nodded. "Very well... rehearsal will
be moved to AFTER dinner. Sound good?"
Everyone looked at Sumire. She merely glared at Kanna and
shrugged. "Not that it matters to me... hmph!"
The Hanagumi grumbled to one another as they got undressed in
the dressing room.
Orihime pulled off her shoes and turned to her friend. "What a
strange rehearsal! Most strange indeed, ne, Kohran?"
The Chinese girl nodded. "Quite, quite. Sumire-han refusing to
rehearse without reason? She did not even wear her costume! Ya ya,
most peculiar."
"Iris does not understand! What did we do?" asked the little
blonde.
Kanna hung her suit up and sighed. "I think it's my fault, you
guys..."
Orihime coughed into her hand. "What a surprise..."
"It was a pretty safe assumption..." began Maria. "But she's
been like this for some time now. What exactly did you do, Kanna?"
The large red-head tied her headband across her forehead as she
mumbled a confession. "I kinda sorta took, um, her fan and set it on
fire, a bit. But ya know it was just a little bit, and it still
WORKS..."
Sakura gasped. "Kanna! Sumire isn't Sumire without her fan! No
wonder she hates you... again..."
The others agreed by nodding their heads. There came a knock at
the door, and seeing how everyone was dressed, Reni answered.
"Taichou, welcome."
Ogami smiled. "Hello, girls... um, about today... did I do
anything wrong?"
Iris started to tell him it was a personal matter between Kanna
and Sumire, but Orihime pushed her way forward. "Yes yes, Japanese
male! Your fault, your fault! Treating us to the cinema might make up
for it, however."
He laughed. "Oh, really? You guys think that will make
rehearsals tonight go better?"
"Iris wants to go to the park!"
"Can we get snacks?"
"Ramune pleeease!?"
The girls followed Ogami out the door, gleefully discussing what
movies were available. Sakura, however, turned to Kanna and asked
"Don't you want to come?"
Kanna's eyes sparkled at the idea of playing in the park and
seeing a movie, but in the end decided she should stay home.
"What about Sumire?" asked Sakura.
"I don't think she wants to come..." said Iris.
The others agreed and left Kanna to finish tidying up the
dressing room, which she did in a less than energetic mode.
Sumire had left rehearsals immediately, climbed the stairs and
swung into her room, slamming the door behind. She hadn't gotten into
costume that day, so she comfortably fell onto her soft bed. "That
Kanna... look what she's doing to me!"
She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling.
"Perhaps I shouldn't have caused the others such grief during
rehearsals... but how is a top star supposed to perform alongside that
freak show?!"
No one answered, of course. She sat up, pulled off her clothes,
and grabbed her softest robe and a few towels. "A warm shower will
calm my nerves. Oh, I shall miss my beloved fan..."
With that, Sumire sauntered down the stairs and headed for the
showers.
The warm water splashed down upon her naked body. She smiled
sweetly. "A truly deserved break..."
Not that she'd been working all that hard, but losing her fan
had caused her enough stress to last a month. She could easily afford
a new one, but that was not the issue; Kanna had pushed her final
button. She knew she wasn't overly friendly, but at the same time she
knew she got along with each of the Hanagumi members, to some degree,
minus Kanna. There had been times when the two had come through for
each other, but the majority of their days were spent bickering and
calling the other names. It had been that way since the beginning.
Things don't change, she thought, but then again... "Sakura and I are
not altogether unfriendly anymore. But... what is it about that woman?
Kanna, Kanna, Kanna..."
Sumire heard some sounds from the locker area as she lathered
her hair. She figured the other girls were about ready to wash out the
make-up and sweat. The joys of theatre work.
"Oi, Sumire..."
Sumire's eyes flashed as she turned and saw Kanna. She quickly
turned back to face the shower handles. Why must SHE be here, she
thought.
Kanna hung the towel she'd used to cover her waist on a nearby
rack and walked back over to turn the water on. Liquid sprayed out as
she closed her eyes. She had decided not to be unkind to Sumire for a
while, at least until she had cooled off a bit. She didn't exactly
have a way with words, so she felt saying nothing would be better than
trying to apologize and end up digging a deeper hole. So she chose to
keep to herself.
Sumire stared at the wall. She could feel herself wanting to
cover her privates, feeling as though Kanna were an intrusion. She was
certainly intimidating! That was a LOT of naked muscle-bound female
not four feet away, and Sumire didn't want to see any of that. So in
an effort to avoid seeing giant naked girl, Sumire blindly sought the
soap bar with her hand.
"What'cha lookin' for, Sumire?"
She did not respond.
"Oh, I see. Here."
Sumire gulped. Her smooth and delicate hand had been wrapped
with tan fingers. Slowly, she rotated her head and saw Kanna gently
guiding her hand to the soap dish. She shut her eyes and grabbed the
soap, trying to turn back to her shower without catching a full
glimpse of Kanna. Unfortunately, the soap had slipped from her grasp
and fell to the tiles below.
"Kinda hard to see in this mist, ya know?" said Kanna as she
turned off the water. She always took quick showers. "I guess I run
the water too hot. It's bad for the skin, I know, but it feels so good
when you're all sore and stuff."
Sumire glowered at the soap on the floor. She didn't want to
face Kanna, so she decided to wait until the larger woman had left
before reaching down. Suddenly, Sumire's eyes widened as Kanna turned
and stepped on the soap.
"Yep, so you can see why I--yaaiiiiii!"
The water on Sumire's side continued to flow as she stood naked,
looking down at the sprawled figure on the floor. Kanna had slipped
and hit her head. She'd be okay-- after all, this was Kanna, but for
now she lie unconscious on the drain. Sumire gulped. If she hadn't
seemed imposing before, Kanna was certainly seeming that way now.
Kanna had not wrapped herself with a towel yet, and so Sumire had a
good view of everything the woman had to offer... ginormous breasts.
"Good God, those are HUGE!" gasped Sumire. She'd never seen
Kanna's full chest before as she had never faced anyone in the
dressing room, and certainly not Kanna. She thought she'd be repulsed,
but Sumire found herself quite fascinated. "I thought mine were a
decent size, but how can they compare to the plump watermelons on the
Tree Trunk Woman? So large... so large..."
Sumire shook her head as she realized what she was doing. "Like
some sort of common spectator, I am oggling another woman's breasts!
They're just breasts, Sumire. Just breasts. So let's return to our
room now... and not look at them anymore..."
Though the great big boobies beckoned her to continue, Sumire
cut the show short and grabbed her robe after turning off the water.
"She'll wake up in a minute or two... and I don't think I should touch
her... I mean, move her... not that I could..." She continued to
mutter as she tied her robe and walked out of the bathing area into
the hallway.
The door opened and closed to Sumire's room; she stood by her
door with a bemused expression. She had just admired Kanna's breasts,
of all things... "Wait, what's this here?"
She walked over to her bed and picked up a box. "For me? From a
fan, perhaps..."
The ribbon untied as she pulled off the lid. Cocking her head to
the side, Sumire studied the gift with an uncertain look on her face.
"What in the--?"
Inside was a giant fan with the words "Sumire's No. 1 Fan!"
painted on the paper. She held it up and noticed a small note
fluttering out of the box. She took the paper and brought it up to her
face, for the handwriting was sloppy and needed close inspection. "'To
Sumire... sorry I'm dumb. Kanna...'"
"I know it's not as nice as your old one, but I thought, well,
since I know your performances better than anyone else..."
Sumire looked up and saw Kanna standing in the doorway. She was
rubbing her head and wearing a scruffy old bathrobe. "It also kinda
had double meaning, see? I found it in the shop, and Tsubaki let me
buy it for cheap, since I have no money. It says it's your fan, and
fan is another... well, yeah. You get it. So again, um, I'm sorry I
killed your old fan."
Blinking, Sumire looked at the fan once more. She giggled softly
to herself, surprising Kanna.
"Ah, c'mon, don't laugh!"
"I'm sorry, Kanna," smiled Sumire. "It is a very sweet gesture,
but are you implying you admire my work?"
Kanna blushed, scratching her nose lightly. "Well, I mean...
that is... we've been working in most plays as lovers or partners or
whatever. We always seem to get paired up, ya know? I've noticed ya,
and ya know what? You're pretty good! And I kinda like workin' with
ya, so I guess I... well yeah, I am a fan of your work. Not always of
your personality..."
Realizing what she had said, Kanna tried to take it back. But
Sumire smiled, sat down on her bed, and started to fan herself. "Ms.
Kanna... I'm afraid I must admit... rehearsing with you is always a
burden for me, but performing with an audience next to you is... it's
refreshing."
"Eh? Ya mean it?"
"Oh yes! On stage you suddenly become a whole new person! You're
a wonderful actress, Kanna. I myself often wonder if maybe you aren't
really my rival, my fiancee, my love..."
Kanna was shocked. She'd picked out the nicest fan she could
afford in hopes of replacing the old one, but she didn't think Sumire
would forgive her like this! And COMPLIMENTING her! "I think I may
have hit my head a bit harder than I thought..."
Sumire's face suddenly filled with concern. "Oh yes! I left you
down there after that horrible spill! And it was all my fault... can
you forgive me?"
Now she KNEW she must've caused some brain damage. Was Sumire
asking for FORGIVENESS?
The Top Star of Japan scooted over and pat the bed beside her.
"Come, come, come! Sit next to me so I can look at your head. I hope
it's not bleeding..."
Not wanting to let an opportunity like this pass, Kanna closed
the door and walked over to the bed. She sat down and was immediately
being cared for by a now tender Sumire. "Thank goodness! It's only a
bump. You'll be fine."
"Yeah, I figured that much..."
"Do you need anything, though? I do feel awful."
"The gift wasn't THAT nice, Sumire..."
Sumire couldn't explain it either, but she suddenly felt
compelled to nurse Kanna. "Here, now, you said you had been working
out, right?"
"No, what I said was--"
"So you must be sore! Let me massage your muscles, Kanna! I'm
quite good with my hands."
Blink blink. And now she was offering to be her own personal
masseuse? "Sumire, you're full of surprises today."
And so are you, thought Sumire.
Kanna turned over and lay belly down on Sumire's soft bed.
Sumire scooted over and began kneading Kanna's shoulders. "How's
this?"
The older woman hadn't strained herself that day physically, but
she was still quite tight from a previous work-out the day before. And
Sumire was quite right about her hands. "This is niiiiiiice! Thanks a
lot, Sumire! Ooh, right there! Yeah, that's the spot."
"I'm afraid I hardly know what I'm touching. This old robe of
yours keeps bunching up."
"Don't insult the robe."
"I'm not... I'm just saying it's in the way."
"So, what, you want me to take it off?"
"Well... okay."
Kanna froze. "Wait, you don't mind? I would be naked on YOUR
bed. NAKED. Won't ya just get pissed off? I mean, I might contaminate
it, or whatever."
The younger girl laughed. "Oh, nonsense. I'm asking you to
accept this as my apology for the way I've been treating you recently.
You can take this also as a thank you for your kind words."
"Ya mean it?"
"Yes."
"Ya won't get mad?"
"I won't."
"Okay..."
And with that, Kanna hesitantly undid her robe (still lying on
her stomach) and allowed Sumire to gently slide the back down. Kanna's
back was very muscular, and from Sumire's position, she thought she
could easily confuse Kanna for a man. Sumire rolled up her sleeves and
went to work, kneading her fists into the other's shoulders.
"Ms. Kanna, you're so tense!" smiled Sumire. "Please try to
relax!"
//How can I relax with a Cactus Woman grinding at my back?//
thought Kanna. //Although... she's being pretty nice to me... maybe I
should just... you know, that ain't bad... AH! That's the spot, that's
the spot!"
"Saaaa... you ARE good at this!" sighed Kanna.
Sumire grinned. "I'm good at everything I do, Ms. Kanna!"
//Damn, she's strong!" thought Sumire. "I need to put more force
into this. She's so tight all over! I wonder how much she can lift...
But it must be terrible... being female and so masculine... I
wonder... if...//
"Kanna, if you don't mind me asking... have you ever been with a
man?"
Kanna scrunched up her face. "Hmmm... you mean other than the
Taichou?"
"EEEEEH?????"
She turned her head a little to be able to see Sumire, who was
in shock. "I'm with him all the time! We train together. He's pretty
much the only one here I can really train with since all you guys are
so, well, weak. I guess Maria and I sometimes work out together, or at
least we used to... but she's not so much into what I'm into."
A sigh of relief left Sumire's lips. "Ms. Kanna, don't scare me
like that!"
"What?"
"I thought you were saying you and Shoui had, you know... slept
together."
"Eh?"
"Made... love?"
"OH!" Kanna blushed. Feeling a bit ashamed, she laughed "Of
course that's what you meant! I guess I am kinda a knucklehead at
times."
"So then," continued Sumire. "The answer is no, correct?"
"Y... yeah..."
Sumire nodded. //As it should be,// she thought. //Although...
she really is a big sweetheart, isn't she? A bit on the juvenile side,
but some men like that in a woman. //
"How about you? Oooooh... that feels nice! My upper back--
that's the stuff!"
"M-me???" Sumire stopped massaging Kanna's neck. "That's a
personal question! A top star like myself has men flocking to her door
nightly!"
"So then, you have?"
"Um... that is... not so much..."
Kanna pounded the bed as she laughed. "Asking me that when
you've never done it either!"
"Sh-shut up!" Sumire said, folding her arms across her chest as
if to hide herself. "What business is it of yours to--"
"Na, Sumire..." Sumire hushed when she caught Kanna's violet
gaze. "It's pretty easy for us to get into a fight. We're not so
different, though."
"Well, I suppose you're right..."
"'Course I am! I wonder how many of the other girls are
virgins."
"I often wonder about Ms. Sakura, myself."
Kanna glared at her. "Riiiight..." A smile crept onto Kanna's
face. "Heh, just between you and me... you know who ISN'T?"
Sumire leaned closer. "Who? Who?"
"Maria."
"EEEH? Really?"
"Of course, it was before she joined us. But yeah, she used to
be a very active soldier girl."
Sumire covered her mouth with her hand to hide her smile. "I
suppose it makes sense. After all, she was in an army with so many
men... My, Kanna. That's quite a secret! But why did you share it with
me?"
Shrugging, Kanna said "Aw, I don't know. But you're being so
nice to me, I just kinda felt like sharing something with ya."
"Oh... I see."
Kanna turned her head forward so that Sumire was now facing the
backside of Kanna's red hair. She had almost forgotten she was
supposed to be rubbing Kanna, so she quickly returned to her work. She
slid her fingertips down to the small of her back and used her thumbs
to massage the area. She stopped when she heard Kanna moan softly,
quivering just slightly.
"Kanna? Are you okay?"
"Er, um... it feels really nice."
"You moaned."
"I said it was nice!"
"Okay."
"It's just..." Kanna buried her head deeper into her arms. "You
got kinda low there."
Sumire blinked. "Do you not want me to touch this area? It's
just your back."
"Well, you know... heh heh, nevermind. It feels great! That area
always hurts."
Sumire continued, now using her knuckles to pop Kanna's back.
"It's probably because you have such large breasts, Ms. Kanna."
"S-Sumire!"
"What? We're both women. We can talk about breasts."
"That doesn't mean-- I mean, why do we gotta talk about
breasts?"
A wicked grin curled Sumire's lips. "Oh, does this embarrass
you?"
"N-No!"
"That's good. I'm glad that you aren't ashamed of your own
breasts. After all, I got a good glimpse of them today while you were
sleeping on the bathroom floor."
Kanna looked over. Her face was bright red and she looked a bit
panicked. "You WHAT?"
"Ohohohohohoho! Ms. Kanna, you have nothing to be ashamed of!
Such large breasts are something women would kill for! Not me, of
course. My breasts are perfect."
"I can't believe you saw my boobs!"
"Believe it!"
"I didn't know you were gay!"
"Believe-- WHAT???"
Kanna sat up, keeping her robe pulled up over her chest. "That
explains things! Looking at my boobs, touching my butt--"
"Your lower BACK!"
"No wonder you've been so nice to me recently! I gotta say,
Sumire, I misjudged ya!"
Sumire slammed her fists into the bed. "I am NOT a lesbian!"
"Things don't have to be different between us. You're still a
cactus woman to me."
Filled with rage, Sumire grabbed a pillow and prepared to
smother Kanna. She jumped forward, slamming the pillow into Kanna's
face... and sending them both over the edge...
Of the bed.
Thud! Kanna and Sumire slammed into the floor. Sumire had landed
on the pillows on top of Kanna. //These are awfully warm pillows...//
She gulped. Slowly, she opened one eye. She was face to face with
something tan, round, and attached to Kanna's left breast.
"OHMIGODMYFACEISONYOURTIT!!!!!!" cried Sumire. She scrambled to
sit up, but she kept sliding back into Kanna's breasts. She rolled
over and fell onto the floor next to Kanna.
Silence fell as the two lay motionless. Sumire heard nothing but
her own heart beating as she turned her head to look at Kanna. Kanna
was staring at the ceiling, her face flushed. Sumire turned back and
stared at Kanna's legs, which were still on the bed a little.
Finally, one of them spoke. "I'm sorry, Sumire."
"For what?"
Kanna looked at Sumire, her face reddening. "That you... that
you had to... I'm sorry."
Sumire began to blush slightly. "Oh, that's not your fault. I
mean, how clumsy was it of me to push you off the bed only to go
crashing with you? I'm afraid I have to apologize."
"........"
"Ms. Kanna?"
The other gulped. She slowly put her hands up to close her robe
over her chest. "I've just, um, never been touched there before. By
anyone else, of course."
"Oh... I see."
"Um... so, uh, you're not gay, are you?"
"Not really, no."
"Oh..."
Sumire noticed that Kanna seemed a bit disappointed. "Would you
like me to be?"
Kanna shot up and crawled clumsily onto the bed. She laughed
loudly. "Um, no! Ha ha ha! That is, well..."
Sumire stood and sat down next to Kanna. "Yes?"
"It's just... I kinda got a little excited, actually."
Sumire's heart skipped a beat. "Oh?"
"You see," Kanna hung her head. "Nobody's ever liked me that way
before. So uh, I kinda got a little excited that someone had finally,
um, noticed me. Heh, pretty stupid of me, huh?"
For once, Sumire didn't know what to say. She had figured nobody
had shown interest in such a masculine woman, but she didn't really
think Kanna cared. She seemed to enjoy being care-free and macho girl,
training with the Shoui and never chasing after him romantically like
some of the others did. Seeing Kanna hurting like this, Sumire felt
compelled to do something.
After a few moments of thought, Sumire sighed to herself and
thought //Think of this as another performance by Japan's finest
star...//
Kanna felt her head being lifted by soft hands. She looked up
and saw Sumire holding her gently, smiling to her the warmest smile
she'd ever seen. "Sumire...?"
"Shhh..." she said, putting a finger to Kanna's lips. "I want
you to know what you really mean to me. It's a secret, though, so
don't tell anyone..."
With that, Sumire leaned forward and delicately kissed Kanna's
lips. Kanna's eyes widened even more when Sumire wrapped her arms
around her body and pushed her back, laying her down.
Kanna wasn't sure if Sumire was for real or not. Perhaps this
was some sort of joke? She suddenly felt Sumire's tongue part her lips
and enter her mouth. Kanna closed her eyes at last, when she felt her
robe slowly being pulled off. She decided to enjoy it.
Sumire pulled away from Kanna's soft lips to look into her eyes.
There was a somewhat frightened look in them; Sumire could tell Kanna
was unsure about her, but she could also tell she was enjoying it. She
was surprised to notice her own heart was racing... perhaps she was
enjoying it herself. She sat back on her knees and admired Kanna's
body. Strong, athletic... but she was certainly a woman; the large
breasts and slim waist gave it all away. In fact, Sumire had never
noticed how much smaller Kanna's waist was in comparison to the rest
of her.
"My, Kanna... where does all that food go?"
Kanna smiled and pointed to her breasts.
Sumire giggled. "I see... well, I don't eat as much as you do,
so mine are only a fraction of the size of yours."
She blushed slightly as she undid her robe and allowed the silky
fabric to slide off her body. A chill ran over her flesh and she
shivered.
"Such a lovely body..." admired Kanna. "I've noticed it before,
though. You show it off quite well." Though Kanna said this, still,
she was actually quite impressed. Although she knew Sumire had a nice
figure, she didn't know a woman could look so beautiful undressed.
"It's soft, too," cooed Sumire. She took hold of Kanna's hand
and brought it to her own chest, allowing the other to cup her left
breast. "Isn't it?"
Kanna gulped, nodding. Sumire let go of her hand, but Kanna kept
it on her breast. The truth was, it was VERY SOFT, and Kanna didn't
want to let go. Mustering some courage, Kanna decided to give it a
soft squeeze. Sumire let her head fall back as her lover gently played
with her breast. She gasped when Kanna gave the nipple a quick pinch.
"Kanna!" she squealed. She lifted her head and quickly covered
her nipple with her hands. But she had to smile when she saw the
expression Kanna wore. "Oh, don't look that way... I was just
surprised, that's all."
She leaned forward and kissed the groove between Kanna's
breasts. Like a valley between two mountains, she thought. She took
hold of the large mounds and gently kneaded them with her hands. Kanna
moaned softly, encouraging Sumire to continue. But instead, Sumire
took a nipple into her mouth and gently sucked. Kanna's breathing
momentarily stopped. "You like?"
Kanna responded by nodding shakily.
Sumire continued by circling the tan bump with her tongue,
slowly, before taking it in once more. She lightly flicked it with her
tongue, while using her other hand to play with the other nipple.
Kanna squirmed a little with pleasure, and so Sumire squeezed a little
harder.
"Sumire... that feels wonderful!"
She stopped to look up. She grinned before moving closer to kiss
Kanna; this time the kiss was returned. She lightly licked Kanna's
bottom lip within the kiss before pulling away and moving down to
Kanna's thighs, which were very well defined. "This, Kanna, will feel
even more wonderful."
Sumire gently kissed Kanna's inner thigh, causing the larger
girl to shiver. She slowly dragged her tongue along the inside until
she reached the other's crotch. She had not expected to go this far,
but Sumire could not stop herself. She was enjoying pleasuring her
former enemy, though really they had never truly hated each other. She
knew it, though she never understood why she treated her the way she
did.
Kanna held her breath when she felt a small, cool wind blow
inbetween her pussy lips. "Sumire! Don't tease me, okay?"
The other responded by parting her pussy with her tongue. This
caused Kanna to moan, and Sumire continued. She pushed apart her
strong legs and held the lips open with her thumbs, giving her a good
look at Kanna's pussy. It was slightly moist, she noticed, and had
probably never been this way before. She stifled a quiet laugh,
reminding herself what she was about to do.
Sumire found Kanna's clit and kissed it, causing a small jerk in
Kanna. She then licked it, swirling over it with her tongue and every
once in a while suckling it. She slid down to her opening, teased it,
and then went back up to the clit. Kanna's breathing had quickened
now. She then slipped a finger into her lover's hole, which was not
protected by a hymen, she noticed. //Probably from all those kicks...
I'm not surprised it ripped.//
Kanna closed her eyes. This feeling was very new to her; she had
never masturbated or ever really thought about sex before. She felt
confused, but loved it. Sumire wasn't just good with her hands.
Sumire used her fingers to play with Kanna's clit, tugging and
rubbing it vigorously while she prodded the vagina with her tongue.
She could now taste her juices, which were saltier than expected. She
quickly got used to the strong taste and aroma and just enjoyed the
sounds of Kanna's panting. She knew the other girl wouldn't last long.
Sumire's skilled tongue lapped hungrily at Kanna's pussy,
sliding in and out of her vagina and flicking across her hard
clitoris.
"I don't think I can last much longer, Sumire!" panted Kanna.
Sumire viciously sucked at the clit while rubbing the inside of
Kanna's vagina, using her free hand to reach up and squeeze one of her
large breasts. This was all Kanna could take; she arched her back and
gasped. The muscles around Sumire's fingers tightened, and she could
feel a great warmth incase her hand. Her lover relaxed, and Sumire sat
back on her knees once more. She stared at her soaked hand and smiled.
She turned to grab a tissue when Sumire was suddenly pulled down
by large arms. She lay next to Kanna, wrapped in her muscular limbs,
and waited.
Finally, Kanna opened her eyes and looked down at Sumire, whom
she was hugging firmly to her chest. "Thank you, Sumire."
Sumire blushed and turned away, Kanna's hands still wrapped
around her waist and chest. "I thought I was thanking you, today."
"Heh, do I have to buy you another fan?"
She laughed. "Actually, let's you and I go shopping together for
a new one tomorrow. Not that yours isn't exceptional, of course..."
"I understand," laughed Kanna.
"I'll pay for it, so money's not an issue. What do you say, Ms.
Kanna?"
"Sounds good to me. It's a date."
Sumire coughed. "Date?! What are you implying?!" There was no
fighting, though, as Kanna had snuggled into Sumire and was starting
to drift off to sleep. She smiled as she closed her eyes. "If the
others come back and find us like this, I might have to show you my
Kanzaki Rising Wind technique."
"I've always been a fan of your techniques. I'm willing to risk
it."
"I'm glad you are."
With that, the newfound lovers lay peacefully together on the
soft mattress in the Kanzaki bedroom, wondering if perhaps this was
the start of a new beginning.
In the evening when the others returned, everyone wondered why
Kanna and Sumire suddenly had a lot to smile about. Rehearsals went
smoother than they had ever, thanks to Sumire's sudden enthusiasm. The
biggest mystery, however, was the sudden appearance of an atrocious
looking giant fan, which Sumire carried with her at all times.
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