[Episode 92645] [Episode 92645]Ayumi was 17, and everything Akane longed to be. Graceful, poised, and long black hair that looked as fine as silk strands, and flowed like a waterfall. She could pass for an older girl by a year or two.
Akane was clumsy. She was going through a late growth spurt, and her strength training at home left her with an inability to judge the length of her limbs or the strength of her frame. Akane looked up to Ayumi with respect and envy, untainted by love or desire. She was in love with Dr. Tofu, and had no room in her heart for another.
Ayumi was a bit of a flirt, whose dates never progressed past a hug and a kiss. She was known as a pleasant date, and easy to ask out if someone else hadn't asked her first, but not a loose or easy woman, as she was rather strict with roaming hands. She was someone with iron limits, and an engaging manner; and, as rumor had it, an excellent kisser.
It was after school had let out, and Akane and Yuka's turn to clean the classroom for the next day. Most of the cleaning was completed. All that remained for Akane to finish the sweeping, and to add the result to the trash bag, and dump the garbage. As there was nothing more for Yuka to do, Akane let her leave early, and finished the sweeping alone.
As she was taking out the trash, she ran into Ayumi, who had just dumped her own classroom's trash just ahead of Akane's arrival. They were just acquaintances, since they moved in different circles socially, but Akane was well aware of how Ayumi flirted and teased with great equanimity, so she took Ayumi's comments in a good natured manner in spite of Akane's blush and stammer as they walked back together into the classrooms to get their schoolbags.
Ayumi was quite enchanted by Akane's charm and innocence, and in Akane's clumsy, coltish manner could see the beauty she would grow into. Akane felt a rapport with the easy-going senior, and mentioned how envious she was that Ayumi was everything she wasn't but wished that she could be. How Ayumi was so graceful, both in appearance and in speech. How Ayumi always seemed to know what to say.
Akane mentioned how her older sister, one year Ayumi's senior was calm and beautiful too, but that Kasumi was always so reserved, and proper. How Kasumi's grace was achieved by never putting herself forward, whereas Ayumi managed the harder task of being eloquent in speech while still being outgoing, and engaging of others, and Akane whished she could be like that.
Akane claimed Kasumi would invariably be polite, but she wouldn't go out of her way to talk with an acquaintance, or walk out of her way to collect their bags. By this time, they were sitting on the teacher's desk in Ayumi's classroom, because otherwise they'd have nothing left to do, but go their separate ways.
Ayumi pointed out how Akane's perception of her own faults was skewed by the fact that she was still growing into her beauty; that she was changing day by day from a cute kid into a beautiful woman and that her faults were really her annoyance in not yet being one thing or another.
It was only at this point where Ayumi was examining her companion closely in order to reassure Akane honestly; Ayumi loathed the idea of spouting empty platitudes and wanted to honestly show Akane that she was selling herself short. It was only at this point that Ayumi realized how special Akane really was. How beautiful she would be, and how fragile her self worth was.
Ayumi placed her right hand on Akane's right shoulder blade, giving comfort in an almost half-hug as they sat on the desk next to each other. While she tried to let Akane see herself as Ayumi saw her. Ayumi started to stroke Akane's upper spine. It became obvious that Akane either didn't believe Ayumi, or thought Ayumi was deluding herself. Akane knew she wasn't special, and having this nice person try to convince her otherwise was making her eyes moist with the promise of unshed tears.
Ayumi could see she was doing Akane more harm than good. She jumped off of the desk, and walked in front of Akane, who was avoiding her gaze. Ayumi reached out with both hands, cupped Akane's cheeks in a manner that was almost a caress, and kissed Akane lightly on the forehead.
Akane's self-recriminations were derailed with the tenderness of the chaste kiss, and she searched Ayumi's gaze for deceit. Finally she believed that Ayumi saw something worthwhile in her, even if she didn't see it. With relief, Akane dived forward to hug Ayumi, almost slipping off the desk entirely. Ayumi hugged Akane back, and stroked her back, letting Akane work out of her system her almost-sobs of relief from the pain she'd been carrying for so long. Ayumi kissed her cheek or forehead as convenient, while Akane pulled herself together.
Akane decided to kiss her savior back, on the cheek. And they both were shocked when, due to the unexpected movements on both their parts, they kissed each other on the lips. Ayumi was unsure if her decision to deepen the peck into a real kiss was just harmless flirting or an offer for something more. But Akane was realizing that the rumors spread by the senior boys were true, Ayumi was an excellent kisser.
It was just a straightforward kiss. Not a ravishing or plundering of the mouth with tongues invading; but a straightforward expression of caring and pleasure, and perhaps an offer. Akane just held onto Ayumi's back, maintaining the hug, but Ayumi lightly ran one hand down Akane's back repeatedly, while her other hand caressed the nape of Akane's neck, stroking the spot where the growth of her long hair ended, and her bare neck began.
Akane had no sexual interest in the female form, but she was beginning to feel something from the care of the beautiful person giving her such care and pleasure. Ayumi, on the other hand, did feel desire towards Akane. Something she would have concealed if it weren't for the sense of emotional need she was receiving from Akane.
So with some trepidation, Ayumi stopped stroking Akane's back, and while still holding Akane's neck and kiss, reached around and cupped one of Akane's breasts. Ayumi was ready to stop and apologize if she thought Akane thought she went too far, but Akane just moaned into the kiss. She was uncaring of the gender of the person who was making her feel so nice, and loving the affection and the sensation of the caress.
Ayumi broke the kiss, and left a series of half-kisses, half-nips down her cheek, to the side of Akane's neck, while one hand played with Akane's hairline behind the ear, and the other continued to cup Akane's breast, letting Akane get used to the idea. Ayumi murmured into Akane's neck, "I'll stop if you want me to."
To which Akane gasped, "Please don't!"
Ayumi started walking around the corner of the desk, without separating from Akane. Her mouth moved from Akane's neck to the nape of her neck, inhaling the scent of Akane's hair. The hand that had been stroking Akane's hairline circled around Akane's back to cup Akane's other breast. Ayumi began to massage both breasts slowly, ignoring the nipples which were visibly tenting Akane's blouse even through her bra.
Akane's hands had nothing to do as Ayumi had slipped behind her. Her hands were stretching and squeezing into a fist without her conscious awareness. Until Ayumi asked, "Would you take your top off?"
Akane's hands struggled to remove her blouse while Ayumi continued her massage, only stopping briefly for the final removal of her blouse and bra. Ayumi returned to her ministrations after lightly squeezing both nipples at the same time.
Ayumi's massage alternated breasts, while her free hand roamed over Akane's bare torso and arms. She lightly ran her fingers up and down Akane's side, in a manner that was almost ticklish, but never reached that point. Ayumi stroked Akane's arms, and briefly, lightly tickled Akane’s bellybutton, as she kissed and nipped Akane's neck while standing behind her.
Akane's breath began to catch in her throat from the pleasurable ministrations of her breasts, the distracting effects of the explorations of her torso, and the caring promises of Ayumi's necking.
Slowly, Ayumi walked back around Akane, still stroking one breast, and exploring Akane's spine with her other hand, as she kissed Akane's throat. She followed the jaw line, and laid a light kiss on Akane's lips, followed by a second kiss on her forehead. Then she pulled Akane off of the teacher's desk, and gathered her up into a hug.
Ayumi ran her hands over Akane's back, as she held Akane's body pressing Akane's bare breasts into Ayumi's covered ones. Ayumi pulled her head back far enough while maintaining the hug, to kiss the dried tracks of Akane's tears. Ayumi pulled Akane over towards the teacher's armless chair, and sat down, drawing Akane into her lap, using her left arm to reach around Akane's waist and act as a back-rest. Her right arm reached over to caress Akane's left breast, as Akane lowered her head for a passionate kiss.
After breaking the kiss, Ayumi lowered her head to quickly lick Akane's right nipple. Akane's breath caught, as she inhaled through clenched teeth.
Ayumi blew across the damp nipple, before running her tongue over the aureole in circles around the hardened nipple. Ayumi's right hand continued meanwhile to fondle the other breast.
When Ayumi fastened her mouth over Akane's right breast and applied light suction, she flicked her tongue up and down over the nipple, while her right hand lightly squeezed the other nipple, causing Akane to cry out in wordless approval.
For a while Ayumi varied her oral pursuit of Akane's right breast, alternating licking, suction, kisses, and circling the nipple with the tongue, while her right hand alternated massage, lightly squeezing the nipple, and running her fingers across the erect nub. But eventually she told Akane, "If you sit facing me, I can kiss both breasts."
Akane wordlessly stood, turned, and straddled Ayumi's legs, sitting on Ayumi's lap, facing her. Ayumi smiled, and quickly licked the left nipple, and blew on it, causing Akane to moan. For the next few minutes Ayumi's mouth pleasured both of Akane's breasts alternately, using her hands to caress and tease the other breast, as well as the small of Akane's back, and her almost ticklish sides, as Akane rested her arms on Ayumi's shoulders and caressed her hair.
Akane didn't notice when Ayumi's caresses included her thighs, which were uncovered due to the way her skirt rode up to her waist when she sat on Ayumi's lap. But she gasped when Ayumi's hands ran up both thighs, and cupped both buttocks through Akane's panties. Ayumi continued to orally stimulate Akane's breast, as she cupped and massaged Akane's bottom.
Ayumi raised her right leg, supporting her right foot on the ball of her foot. While she stretched her left leg forward, lowering her left thigh out from under Akane, supporting Akane solely upon Ayumi's right thigh. The single support shifted Akane slightly so that her weight was balanced on Ayumi's thigh, applying pressure against Akane's aroused labia. It was apparent to both of them from the damp spot of Akane's panties that Akane was quite taken with their activity so far.
When Ayumi suddenly slammed her heel against the ground, Akane's body dropped a few centimeters before slamming into Ayumi's thigh. The jolt sent a wave of sensation through Akane's clitoris, and she orgasmed loudly. Ayumi continued to raise and lower her thigh sending jolt after jolt through Akane's frame; Akane's orgasm was prolonged, and followed by aftershocks lasting several minutes.
While Akane's body was recovering from a series of orgasms several times stronger than she had ever achieved on her own, Ayumi had unfastened the closure of Akane's skirt, and helped her to her feet. Then as Akane's skirt fell around her ankles, Ayumi lowered Akane's soaked panties, and helped her step out of her clothes, leaving her wearing only socks.
Ayumi quickly folded Akane's skirt as she led the half dazed Akane back to the teacher's desk, where she raised Akane to sit on the edge of the desk, and then lie down on her back, using the folded skirt as a pillow.
Akane asked, "What are you going to do now?" as Ayumi walked back to stand between Akane's legs.
"I promise you'll like it." she said, as she got down on her knees, and raised Akane's legs, resting them on her shoulders.
At first, Ayumi concentrated her tongue's movement onto Akane's outer lips, tasting the effect of Akane's earlier orgasm. But after a minute, she stuck out her tongue as far as it would go into Akane's tunnel.
After this sudden assault, she withdrew, and concentrated on the top of Akane's slit, where she coaxed Akane's clit into emerging fully from it's hood, by licking and blowing around it, but avoiding stimulating it directly for now.
This assault on Akane's already sensitized system had her grabbing the sides of the desk, and thrashing her legs. But except for one moment when Akane tried to squeeze her legs shut, trapping Ayumi's head, Ayumi ignored Akane's flailing legs.
Ayumi then proceeded to Akane's engorged inner lips which were peeping out between her outer lips. Ayumi continued to play with these, squeezing the inner lips between tongue and fingers.
Shortly thereafter, she used one hand to separate Akane's outer lips, while her other hand lightly ran its nails from the base of the labia along the sensitive skin almost to Akane's rosebud and back. Ayumi avoided going further because she didn't know if it would heighten or ruin Akane's pleasure, and she wasn't about to risk it. Meanwhile, Ayumi's tongue licked the areas around Akane's clitoris, especially the hood, but she endeavored to avoid the clit itself. Several accidental slips had Akane gasping and moaning.
Eventually, Ayumi started several sudden brief licks of the clit itself. When she followed this by a long languorous lick, Akane had another orgasm, and while Akane was joyously spasming, Ayumi introduced her pinky into Akane's vagina, where Akane promptly clamped down on it like a vise.
Akane's hymen had been torn years earlier due to her rigorous sports and martial arts training, so Ayumi's exploratory probe met no obstruction, or cause for caution. As Akane's orgasm receded, Akane released Ayumi's pinky, to be replaced by Ayumi's middle finger, which began to piston in and out like a miniature phallus, eventually leading to a pair of fingers.
Ayumi proceeded to hold Akane's buttock with her remaining hand as her tongue began to play with Akane's clitoris, first lightly and suddenly, but eventually strongly and constantly which led Akane through a series of screaming orgasms, ending with her passing out on the desk.
When Akane came to, she was trying to panic, in spite of how difficult Ayumi made it. When Akane became aware, she found herself lying on the teacher's desk, still using her skirt as a pillow, but with her blouse draped over her like an impromptu blanket. Ayumi was sitting next to her, idly stroking Akane's hair.
In fact the calming and soothing of the hair stroking was the only thing currently staving off a panic attack. Akane wasn't interested in girls that way! She wanted someone like Dr. Tofu! Someone who was kind, caring, and supportive, like Ayumi was acting. Akane's emotions were spiraling towards depression when Ayumi finally realized Akane was having difficulty because Akane thought of herself as heterosexual, and had a guy she was interested in.
"Akane, you're either misunderstanding, or misinformed!" While normally being contradicted would arouse a contrariness resulting in either a "prove it!" attitude or open confrontation, Akane was desperate to be proven wrong about her fears; Ayumi's contradiction was a lifeline.
Ayumi explained that Akane had several concepts muddled together. She tried to pitch her argument to Akane as a precise, logical argument. The need to reason and argue logically served as a focus to distance Akane from what she was feeling. Afterwards, she could help Akane feel better, but first Ayumi had to pull Akane out of a loop of confused logic leading to greater despair, leading to worse logic.
All the while, Ayumi radiated confidence that Akane's problems were mere phantasms; and she stroked Akane's hair, providing a soothing feeling. Ayumi explained that all people landed somewhere on a line between heterosexual, bisexual, and homosexual; and that Akane might well be a heterosexual.
Having assumed she must be gay, Akane was stunned by the suggestion she might be straight. Only later would she worry and consider being bisexual. Right now the idea that she could be straight after making love to a woman struck her as impossible, but perhaps Ayumi was right when she said Akane didn't understand. Ayumi obviously knew much more than her about it, after all.
Ayumi pointed out that before today, Akane hadn't found females sexually desirable. It was desire that defined someone's sexuality. What they did with it was a completely different matter. In order to try and make Akane reason it out, she suggested an analogy as different from hers as possible. She pointed out that a man and a woman could marry, and raise kids while one of them still desiring partners of the same sex. They could have buckled down and done what society expected of them without much enjoyment, and conceived children, while still being homosexual.
Akane could see the point, but wouldn't see how it applied to her.
Ayumi decided to switch to specifics and present Akane with a worldview Akane could accept. While still stroking Akane's hair, Ayumi's voice became authoritative. "Look, Assume for the moment that you are strictly heterosexual! What happened today had nothing to do with whether I was male or female. I showed you affection and comfort which I would have done if you were male. Sex had nothing to do with that. Then I showed you pleasure. Granted, if you were male, I probably wouldn't have done that; but the fact that you enjoyed having your breasts caressed would have happened whatever gender I was. That doesn't make you homosexual; that makes you female."
"But it felt so good." Akane argued, not sure what point she was arguing.
Ayumi smirked, "That's because you have lovely breasts that are extremely responsive. I'd love to see what we could have done with them in three years time, when they reached their final stage."
Akane blushed crimson, and only now noticed she was wearing only socks and a blouse draped over her in front of someone who openly desired her appearance. On the other hand, Ayumi had draped the blouse over her. She could have easily kept glancing or ogling her; she could even have been taking advantage of Akane after she passed out, but Ayumi didn't. Ayumi obviously reigned in her desire and did what was right for Akane.
Akane whispered, "But I gave in so quickly. What if something like this happens with a boy? I don't want to become some kind of slut, or get pregnant."
"Just because you're easily aroused doesn't mean you're going to become a loose woman. You could have stopped me at any time if I were about to do something that'd make you pregnant. But since I wasn't a boy, you didn't have to worry about that."
"I'm not sure I could have stopped you. It felt so good."
"Look, there are two reasons why no boy could seduce you and get you pregnant. First, you're stronger and more skilled at martial arts than them. Second, no boy would be able to treat you the way I did, because no boy would know what it felt like. Boys are wired differently for sex, that's why sex with a boy is not as pleasant.
"I hear it's only when they've been trained by a wife that they learn to be decent lovers. With them, it's all grunting and rushing, and shoving. They can't learn how to make a woman like you feel good, because they have the wrong body to learn from."
Two years later, Ranma overheard Akane shouting at Nabiki. "It's easy for you to say! I'm engaged to my worst nightmare!" Perhaps Ranma might have been happier if he knew she was thinking, "A boy who I can't beat up, and who's familiar enough with a girl's body that he could probably seduce me if I let him touch me. Nice smile too."
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