Genom Research Presents A Suika Roberts Fanfic Tip Warnings and Disclaimers in Part 0. Day Six: Hangover `Morning,' a soft voice greets me. I rub my eyes, then blink, and try to focus on the speaker. A familiar face swims into focus, and then it takes another few moments to identify it. `Morning, Kodachi.' `Who's yelling?' a pained voice whispers. `Sorry,' I whisper to Akane, who winces anyway. - `Good thing it is Saturday, otherwise this would really suck,' Ranma tells me much too cheerfully. I groan in agreement, even the sight of three gorgeous bodies, all belonging to people I trust, and readily available, isn't enough to overwhelm the pounding of my head. I press my face to Kodachi's belly, moaning disconsolately. `I hope this is the first time you've done this,' Utchan tells me in a scolding voice. `What do you mean?' `Whell, if it isn't you're a fool.' `It was so nice, though. It felt like someone had gone and oiled my joints, and I hadn't even noticed they needed it until it was done.' `How much did that take?' Kodachi asks, her fingers slipping slowly through my hair. `I noticed it after the third shot of whatever it was.' `Everclear and coke,' Ranma comments flatly, `You asked for it by name, too.' `Oh. It's what she orders in the movies all the time.' `Really? I hadn't caught that,' Utchan says, her hand warm against my back. `So why did you drink so much?' Kodachi asks me. `I think at the start I thought that if the first shot made me feel that good, more would be better.' `Was it?" `No. I don't remember much after the fourth song.' `And your twelfth shot,' Ranma grumbles. `How many did I have?' `Well, after that you danced with Utchan for a while, then you passed out. We woke you up when they chased us out, and had to leave a tip for whomever got stuck cleaning it up after you vomited on the table. We got you home, and here you vomited again, and went into dry heaves for a little while, then we cleaned you up and put you to bed. Very elegant,' Ranma's voice is disconcertingly angry. - `Why are you so angry? I didn't vomit on you, did I?' `Yeah, but that ain't the problem. This was reall stupid, and I'm worried,' I tell her, leaving out the guilt I'm feeling for not stopping her while she was still coherent. `We're blowing off school today, right?' `Yep, I think so, since it's already 9.' `Nine?' `Nine. I gotta go see Hinako-sensei sometime today, but other than that I'm free. Anyone else have any obligations?' A mumbled "No" and two shaken heads answer. `Then what do you want to do today?' A knock at the window prevents anyone fronm answering. I turn to look, then climb out of bed and walk over bare to open it. `Good morning,' greets the purple-haired young woman who slips in, `Would,' she pauses for a moment, apparently searching for a word, `Cute girls like delicious breakfast in bed?' she smiles at me, `Or should breakfast wait until after other activities?' `Breakfast first,' Utchan says while I'm still being flustered, `Akane drank too much last night, and won't be good for anything until after we've gotten some food into her.' `That's sad. Maybe she'll know better next time?' `We can hope.' - I reluctantly pry my face from Kodachi's belly. Shanpuu smiles at me, and for the first time I let myself look at her as something other than an enemy. Apparently she notices, `Does violent pervert girl want a kiss?' I growl at her, wince as that sends a spike of pain through my skull, then her tone finally catches in the filters. It wasn't the familiar resigned and angry one, but amused and hopeful. I let myself smile with this, `Yes, violent pervert girl wants a kiss,' I tell her, then glance away at the sound of two thumps. - I pick myself up from where I faulted, and nearly fault again at the way Akane is smiling, her whole face relaxed. I let myself smile back, then squelch the flash of jealousy as Shanpuu kisses her. Shanpuu pulls back from the kiss, `What were you drinking last night?' `I don't really remember--' `That is no good at all. Drinking too much is one of few things that can bring the whole tribe down on a girl's head. Please, don't do it again.' Akane blinks, `But everyone else was,' she looks around for support. `One glass of ouzo, then a lot of soda,' I tell her. `A shot of whiskey, and a lot of water.' `Only soda.' `Then why didn't you stop me?' *why didn't I?* `You looked like you were having fun at first, then you'd get upset whenever I mentioned it, so I stopped after a couple tries.' `Don't, next time, OK?' - Ranma gives me a contrite look, `OK.' I look up at Shanpuu, `And why did you want to know?' `Cause it left a nasty taste in your mouth.' I blink, sure I'm looking like a beached fish, then break. Everyone else joins in after a moment, and I feel much better. Until I shake my head a little too hard at least. - After breakfast I'm really tempted by the prospect of spending this whole Saturday in bed with four lovely young women, but I've promises, so, `I think we should wait until later in the day, after we've gotten any errands dealt with then we can do anything like this that we want to do.' `Now. Run errands later,' Shanpuu insists, her voice warm against my ear as she holds me firmly in her lap. I hear a little giggle from the other side of the room, and look up at where Utchan and Kodachi have teamed up to tickle Akane. A louder giggle escapes, and I recognize it as Kodachi's, not Akane, who's been ominously silent. `If I run the errands now, I'll have more time when I get back, and won't have to worry about the time, which might distract me from more important things,' I twist a little so I can kiss her cheek. `Mmmn, that could be bad,' She leans forward and catches my lips with her own. All extraneous thoughts drop right out of my head, and I kiss her back, glorying in the lovely texture of her tongue, the slick, sharp-edged hardness of her teeth, the lovely feel of her hard, callused hands on my breasts. With quite an effort I manage to speak up, `I need to get going now if I'm going to be back.' `I suppose, if you must.' `I must,' I wiggle free, then get to fight her insistant hands as I try to get dressed. By the time I've managed to get my boxers and pants on, the others have noticed our game, and come over to join in the fun. - At last Ranma manages to grab the last ankle tie, and run from the room. `Ittekimasu,' she calls, going straight down the stairs in a single leap. `Itterashai!' I call back, then glance at Utchan's clock. Ten thirty. `How long will Ranchan's little errand take?' Utchan murmurs, nibbling my throat. `Don't know,' I manage to gasp, suddenly realizing that my head doesn't hurt any more. `Hangover's gone, so what,' The sudden touch of several hands under my nightshirt answers that question before I get it fully asked, `This's good.' - `Hinako-sensei?' the young woman looks up at me. I blink; her face, while still the same, somehow conveys an age a little closer to her own. `Ranma-chan! I measured myself this morning, and I'm a whole half-centimeter taller!' she smiles as she leads me once more into her office. `Overnight? Are you sure?' `We know my physiology is pretty weird, so it could happen. Doesn't prove anything until I've got some more data, though.' `Yeah,' I start, then stop when she interupts me, `I also managed to get off yesterday, after I got home.' I blink, surprised that she's telling me this. `I think part of the problem was that I wasn't fantasizing about the right people, though, so it probably isn't an effect of the treatment.' `Oh? And if I may be really nosy, who were you fantasizing about?' `You. I started with you as a guy, but,' she looks down and blushes, `after a while I started thinking about you and Akane-chan, and Ukyou-chan, and almost immediately after that,' she shakes her head, a small smile on her face. `How long?' `Not long, twenty or thirty minutes.' I almost blink, but fault instead, sagging back against the door of her office, `Twenty minutes?' `Yeah, then another minute or so after I let my attention wander. Why, how long does it take you to get off?' I let myself slide all the way to the floor, then motion her over closer, `I can't believe I'm telling you this,' I say, then pull her into my lap so I can whisper to her more effectively, `three to five minutes with a good fantasy, ten if I lose it and have to regenerate it, sometimes it just doesn't seem worth it and I give up after about fifteen minutes.' `How about with the others?' she whispers back excitedly, and I suddenly realize just how close she is. I catch her wrist softly, pulling her hand back from where it rests on my breast, `Depends. With someone else, a lot of the fun seems to be making it last, though.' `Could you,' she tilts her head down, pressing her face to my shoulder, `Show me?' I blink, shocked by the request. - `Well, we could laze about and,' Kodachi blushes, `continue our study of physiology,' `Or?' Utchan asks, her slow moving hand on Kodachi's belly almost certainly quite distracting. `Or,' she pauses, catching her breath, `we could go someplace, and see how this'll work in a social setting.' `This?' Shanpuu's voice is curious. `Oh, yeah, they wouldn't have told you yet. Ranchan and Akane started this competition to see who could sleep with the most people last Sunday, but it quickly changed, at least according to Ranchan, and now,' Kodachi pauses. `We've decided we want a harem,' I interrupt, `And you're invited to join in. Currently the only membership requirement is that all the current members must aprove any new members.' `So,' Shanpuu looks at her hands, `You're saying that you want me to marry all four of you?' `Yep. No subset will do, it must be the whole group,' Utchan tells her. `Give me a kiss each, and I'll tell you when we get back.' `Good,' Kodachi breathes softly, prizing herself out of Utchan's arms. With two steps she is standing in front of Shanpuu, and I blink, trying to figure out which of them is taller, then decide that they're close enough to the same size, just a little taller than me, that it doesn't really matter. Both tilt their heads just a little, then kiss each other with a fervent passion that I could only wish my first kiss with Ranma had had. Unfortunately, that was spoiled my my boneheaded desire to dominate her, to make her back off, give me this victory. They are so pretty like that, Kodachi's normal lipstick long since gone, Shanpuu's hands tracing intricate patterns gainst the other girl's sides, and the thought of just how lucky I am to have them both burns warm in my belly. After a very long time the kiss breaks, and Kodachi leans her head on Shanpuu's shoulder for a moment. Shanpuu smiles at Utchan, who gets up, then presses herself to Kodachi's back, sandwitching the girl between them as she tilts her head down for Shanpuu's kiss. I moan, the flush of possessive desire washing through me as I stare at them, swaying on my feet at the thought of her kissing me again, of her doing more than that to me, of all five of us in Utchan's small futon. Lost in my own thoughts I start at the touch of soft hands on my shoulders, jerking forward against the taller girl, who tilts her head down towards me. Before I can think, my arms are around her neck, my hips rocking against her thigh as my tongue seeks to invade her mouth. The soft return caress of her tongue, her hands firm against my behind, pulling me against her, the soft silk of her pants, and the lovely overwhelming scent of her conspire, too much for me to maintain any semblance of control. With a soft shudder and a lost moan, I come against her thigh. Minutes later, supported by her strong arms, I realize what I might have done to the pale fabric, and peel myself loose, glancing surrepticiously down to see if I had actually soaked through my panties. At least I can't see a spot, so. - `Let's get the treatment over with first, perhaps?' I manage, after a few minutes stunned silence. `OK,' she breathes into my ear, then strokes my lobe with her tongue. - `We didn't,' I manage after a little while, `decide where to go out too, so,' `Yeah, we should get out of here, right,' Shanpuu says, in short gasps as her breathing slows. `We're going skating,' Kodachi says in a brisk tone. I gather myself up, searching for the rest of my clothing, then glance at the other two partly-clad girls before indicating the bath with my chin. `Yeah, we might want to take a bath first,' Utchan muses, `Would you care to join us, Shanpuu?' `I don't think this is a good idea,' she says, as she walks down the short hallway with us. A few moments later she is as bare as the rest of us, moaning softly as Kodachi uses warm water to scrub her back. - `Goodness,' Hinako-sensei murmurs into my ear, limp and boneless against me after the pressure point treatment. `Yeah,' I whisper back, trying to ignore the annoyingly erotic feel of her in my arms. She is not only small, but very like the young girl who Happosai met all those years ago. I look into her hopeful lust-filled eyes and force down my loud fears of pedophilia with a firm reminder to myself that she's, barely, old enough to be my mother. It doesn't make me feel much better. `Shh, if you don't want to we don't have to,' she pulls back a little, her hands soft as she strokes my face in her hands. Her concern lets me fight off my own, `It's OK, you just surprised me.' `Thank you,' and she kisses me with more skill than anyone has ever shown me before, not even my mother. I shake my head to get that out of there, `When do you get off work?' `Just another half-hour, but if I ask nice I can probably skip out now,' she pulls herself out of my lap, and I take a deep breath to fight off the disappointed feeling of cold air replacing warm skin against my own. - `This is nice,' Kodachi murmurs, her head lolled over onto my shoulder, `I hadn't expected that just spending time like this would be such a,' she pauses for a long moment, shifting her shoulders a little bit, `fulfilling experience.' `This is what I've always hoped for, ever since I realized I was lonely,' Utchan's voice is soft, her arm around my back and Shanpuu tucked lightly into her lap. `Thank you,' I stroke my chin against the dark hair resting on my shoulder, then let my attention return to the perfect foot I've captured, tracing her long, elegant toes. - `How are we going to do this?' Hinako-sensei looks at me with a hopeless expresion on her face. Concern flares instantly, and I drop to one knee in front of her, giving her an even greater height advantage than her being up in the house proper already provides, `What do you mean?' I ask, cupping her hand between my own. `I've never had the courage to even let someone know I find them attractive before, let alone even kiss them.' `Shh, it's OK, I had never been kissed by a girl before this last Saturday, so it isn't that hard,' I let her draw me up into a kiss, `Where did you learn to kiss like that, then?' I ask, breathless, when she lets me go again. `I read a lot, and watch too many sappy movies,' she pulls me to my feet, then shed my slippers as she pulls me further into the small apartment. `You're really good for that being it.' She stops, a furious blush racing up her neck to decorate her face. After a few moments it pales, `Thank you.' - I lean back against the wall, a towel wrapped around my middle, and regret having been so focused earlier, `Maybe we should have been a little less determined to get clean without any playing around,' I mutter, loud enough for the others to hear. `Probably,' Shanpuu agrees, toweling Kodachi's hair, `but too late now.' - `Let's get you out of that,' she tells me, opening the top frog on my shirt. `Fine,' I gasp, for her wrists are so soft against my breasts. I untie the tie about my left ankle with my toes. Her skin is soft, so pale, her hair strong and coarse, and I don't resist the urge to tangle my hands in it. After a moment's fumbling I catch the other tie's knot in my toes, and untie it, letting the thick cotton drape down over my feet. `Ahh,' she whimpers, undoing the fourth frog, then presses her face to the curve of my breasts. I carefully extract my hands from her hair, then reach between us to undo the last few frogs. She turns her head, sliding her face lightly up and down, her lips soft against my breast, then catches my nipple between them. I twist, pressing it against her face, and she moans, deep in her throat, letting go of my shirt to wrap her arms around me. She makes faint encouraging noises as I pull her closer to me, chafing the soft skin of her bare shoulders. Her head draws back, my nipple slipping from between her lips with a faint popping noise. She shifts against me, leaning over to trail tiny nibbles up my other breast, then chewing ever so lightly on my other nipple. Overcome, I let out another little moan, and I can feel her lips curve into a smile against my breast. I slip my hand down the back of her dress, rubbing small circles against her skin as the thick band of elastic that keeps it on catches and slides against my sleeve. Her hands unwrap from around my waist, trailing lovely chills across my ribs as she slips them around. I gasp when they leave my skin, then moan an instant later when they return, shoving both my pants and boxers down in a single quick motion. She releases my nipple, then tiny nibbles trail down my breast and belly. Her tongue slips into my belly-button, and I shudder, my hips rocking towards her in a sudden, impatient gesture. `Wow,' she breathes softly, her voice cool against my damp skin, `I never thought just kissing a girl would be this intense,' her face is soft as she rubs it against my belly, then proceeds lower, pulling lightly at my pubic hair with her teeth. I cup the back of her head in my hands again, stabilizing myself as my hips rock impatiently towards her. Another shudder flows through me as she laughs, warm breath cooling on sensative tissues. I moan when her tongue finally dips between my labia, warm and slightly rough against my clitoris. - `Why are we doing this?' Shanpuu asks, tying her skate's laces. `Because, I think, Kodachi wants to see us in short skirts,' Utchan grouses. Unlike the rest of us, however, she's in a, for her, normal set of boy's clothes, a very attractive black shirt and dark pants. Her tied-back hair makes her almost look like the boy she is registered as. I glance down at my hands, then move, shifting on the bench, and wrap my fingers about her face. With a soft moan she leans forward, and I meet her in an open mouthed kiss. A disappointed moan reaches my ears as we break apart, then a familiar black-clad form slips into my lap, and kisses me before I have a chance to protest. Not, I think, that it would have done much good anyway. When she lets me go I moan, this time. `Let's go,' a cheerful voice tells me, pulling me to my feet before giving Kodachi a quick peck on the cheek. All of us, I note, have our skates on, so we clump over to the edge of the rink, and three of us slip onto the ice with a fair bit of grace. The fourth falls on her ass the moment she touches it. `Embarassing,' she says, then staggers to her feet again, the short skirt of her soft lavender outfit falling back down over her black boxer shorts. I blink, then shake my head, *probably helps keep the perverts off* She wobbles over to us, her sliding steps shakey, but steadily improving. The moment she reaches us she tries to stop, and falls again. Kodachi and I both reach for her at the same time, manage to get in each other's way, and all three of us crash to the ice. Utchan drops into a crouch next to us, `That was impressive,' she smirks, so I grab one of her skates and pull her off her feet. - An incoherent moan escapes as her tongue swirls quickly around my clitoris, her face rocking back and forth with the motion of my hips, her teeth catching it for a brief moment each time my hips strain towards her. The heavy sound of someone's breathing startles me for a moment, until I realize it is my own. An instant later her teeth clamp lightly onto my clitoris once more, and the time she doesn't let it go as my hips rock convulsively back. Orgasm sweeps through me in its familiar chemical rush, and I almost fall, locking my knees at the last instant. She stays with me, the touch of her against me prolonging the aftershocks, and slowly I return, my fingers still in her hair. - I skate quickly away from the playfully irate form of my, friend? lover? iinazuke? slowing as I contemplate the question, but the sound of her skates approaching shakes me from my reverie, and I smile at her as I flee her ire. Kodachi has stuck by Shanpuu, showing her slowly around the rink, her attention totally focused on the girl as the two of us play. I duck back towards my pursuer, dropping to the ice before she has fully registered my presence, let alone my intent, and almost managing to catch her off guard as I grab her feet and she passes over me. She manages to tuck into a roll, attempting to throw me as she clamps my hand between her feet, but I manages to shift my center of gravity enough that I only fall on top of her, pinning her inelegantly to the ice. With a quick twist I manage to straddle her hips before she can get back up, then lay myself against her back, whispering in her ear, `So, what do I win?' A warm laugh tickles my belly, `What do you think? You caught me, so I think you have to keep me.' `Aww,' I whine softly into her ear, then continue in a happier tone, `does that mean I get another kiss?' `I think it does,' she tells me, roling over and pulling me firmly against the chilled front of her clothing. I stiffle a shriek and let her up, getting to my skates before offering her a hand. - `Oh,' I manage after a little while, `that was nice,' I draw her up into my arms, the stretchy yellow fabric of her dress cool against my skin. I pull back a little to look into her eyes, `Thank you.' `You're welcome,' she blushes so prettily. Her lips are soft, and taste of lubricant. Her tongue tangles around my own, her hands firm against me, one stroking my breast and the other my side. Her dress slides down easily, her skin warm, almost feverish, under it. I moan softly between kisses to the pale skin exposed as I pull her dress down, the faint luscious taste of her overlaid by the salt of sweat. `Oh,' she gasps, her fingers tightly wound in my hair, pulling me against the straining tendons of her neck. I lick my way along one slowly, her breath amplified both by her excitement and her nearness. Her sleeves bind, refusing to go any further, halfway to her elbows. `You need,' I pause, catch my breath, `to let go for a moment,' `Why?' her voice is as ragged as my own. `Dress,' I manage, tugging at it again. Her hands drop out of my hair hastily. `Hurry,' she says, as I pull the dress down over her small breasts. The sleeves are a pain, but we manage to wiggle her arms free without too much trouble, and I moan softly when her fingers knot into my hair, pulling it firmly. She presses my face to her chest, but I have to fight a little in order to catch the faint curve of her breast, then the small hardness of her nipple. Her moan is soft, but her hands are strong, pressing me firmly against her chest, her back arching under my hands. I pull us both over onto the floor, rolling her on top of me without breaking contact with her nipple. I smile slightly, slipping one hand down her back, up under her dress where it is bunched about her waist, the other shifting to cup her other breast. She twists on top of me, pulling slightly at the nipple in my mouth, pressing the other more firmly against my hand, her knees holding firmly to my hips. Her nipple flattens slightly as I shove it against my teeth with my tongue, and she lets go with her legs, her hips rocking forward against my belly. With several gentle movements I slowly press her dress down with my less occupied hand, stroking the soft flesh of her hips as I go. I switch hands, then take her other nipple between my lips, pressing it against her chest with my tongue, then nipping at it lightly. `So nice,' she hisses, her hands sliding down to cup my shoulders. I give her nipple a final nibble, then begin to kiss my way down her belly, her slight weight pleasant against my face, her dress now down about her knees. I slip my tongue into the slight dip of her navel, and get her dress down far enough that she could kick it the rest of the way off. Her mons is coved with a faint dust of hair, only slightly thinner than my own, and I stroke my face softly against it, enjoying the sudden catch of her breath. Her hands slip into my hair again, pushing herself up, then pulling against me, pressing her vulva to my face. I support her hips with my hands, nibble lightly at her labia for a moment, incoherent impatient noises accompanying the frantic tugging of her hands in my hair, and at last I acceed to her demands, stroking her clitoris softly with my tongue, then catch it between my teeth and giving it a tiny tug. She groans, orgasming, her whole body shaking in sympathy as I slowly bring her down. A few moments later she slithers down my body, laying herself flat on top of me. I wrap my arms around her, comforted by her slight weight. A moment after that she pushes herself up, looking down into my eyes, `Thank you.' A smile crosses her face, and she leans forward again, kissing me. `Don't mention it,' I tell her when she draws back again. She smiles, then snuggles her face against the top of my breasts, her hair brushing my chin. It is quite pleasant for a little while, then the air of her room finally begins to turn from pleasantly cool against overwarm skin to downright cold. Hinako shivers in my arms, and I unwrap one to shove myself upright, holding her in place against my chest as I stand, then set her on her feet when she wiggles. `You didn't need to put me down,' she grouses, looking up at me, her arms now wrapped about my neck. `Oh?' `However, since you have, we could get the futon out,' she bats her eyelashes at me. I sway slightly, shocked by the simple gesture, and the sudden warm rush of arousal that it engenders. She giggles, unwrapping her arms from about my neck, and steps back, smiling. I only barely fight off the urge to run. _ `You're doing much better, dear,' Kodachi says, a soft smile in her voice. I skate up behind her, and Shanpuu's gaze doesn't pause on me, but somehow Kodachi manages to catch me in a brief hug. I contemplate scowling for effect, but decide against it as she tries to back off and I grab her in return. She suddenly stiffens in my arms, and I begin to let go, then another pair of arms bear us to the ground. Utchan laughs, her weight soft against my back, as the ice melts beneath my knees, Kodachi still in my arms, my fingers feeling bruised. `That,' a voice says, `is not appropriate,' and Utchan lets out a soft squawk as her weight lifts off of me. I twist, pulling Kodachi up off the ice and getting to my knees, to see Utchan in Shanpuu's hands, held up by smaller woman's hands, which are cupping her ears. It doesn't look comfortable, and the look on Utchan's face agrees, her toes pointed to keep her entire weight from being supported by her neck. `Put her down, I'm OK,' Kodachi says softly, getting her skates back underneath herself. `Behave better,' Shanpuu says sternly, then lowers Utchan, letting her get her skates back down flat on the ice before letting her go. `Yes, Shanpuu-sama,' Utchan says with a smile in her voice, her face turned towards her, then, `You're the Oni,' and away she goes. Shanpuu laughs softly, and heads off in pursuit. - `I wanna talk to you,' Nabiki greets me at the foot of the stairs. `Oh, about what?' `I think you know what, but come upstairs,' she turns away, the scant fringe of frayed cloth at the hem of her shorts shifting softly with each step. I follow, wondering if it is about our conversation earlier in the week. She opens her door, then gestures me into the room in front of her. She locks the door behind us, and I glance around. The only thing out of place is the greyish roll of duct tape on the dresser. `So, what did you want to talk to me about?' `Turn around to face the bed,' she tells me, walking over to the dresser, `and cross your wrists behind you.' Faint apprehension fills me, bringing with it the familiar flush of arousal, and I do as she says. She walks back to stand behind me, then the faint tearing noise of unrolling tape fills the room. She wraps six layers around my wrists, the tape cool at first, then warming with my body heat. `Onto the bed, on your knees.' The bed shifts as she climbs onto it behind me, and I can feel the warmth of her as she reaches around and opens the top frog on my shirt. `One,' she breathes, her voice soft and husky. `Two,' as she opens the second, reaching in to run gentle fingertips over my skin. An agonizing wait later she has my shirt open, then, with an impatient tug, pulls my shirt from my pants, and unties those with jerky movements. She doesn't shove them down, however, instead pulling me back against her with a soft moan and her hands cupping my breasts. A contented noise escapes as I let my head lol back to rest on her shoulder, my eyes closed, her fingers gentle against my nipples. She leans forward, pressing me over onto the bed, her weight insufficient to keep me there, but still quite nice. An interminable time later she bites my neck with miniscule force, then kisses the spot before speaking, `Wait just a moment, and don't open your eyes.' She climbs off, walking to the dresser, and I hear the faint slithers and thunks of discarded clothing. The swish of an opening drawer, then a few more slithers, mixed with metalic clanks, and finally she walks back over to the bed, once more straddling my knees. She wraps her hands about my hips, pulling them up, my nipples protesting the rough surface of her bed in a not unpleasant way. Her fingers shake slightly as she pulls first my pants, then my boxers down to puddle around my knees. A faint gasp, then the press of soft skin against my back, a slight wetness slipping up my spine. `You OK?' `Yeah,' a slippery feeling, which I guess is Nabiki shaking her head, her nose sliding across my back, `Thinking of might-have-beens, nothing important.' `If you,' I pause, chase the words around, `need to talk about it, sometime, I'll listen, and won't make fun, or nothin'.' `Thanks,' and she pulls back a little, her hands firm against my buttocks, soft as they brush over my labia, then softer still as they slip between my outer labia to stroke the softer inner ones. In moments her fingers are slick with my lubricant, and slowly caressing my clitoris. I moan, softly, my whole body shaking, my cheek sliding on the rough bedcover in sympathetic motion to her fingers. She shifts behind me, reaching to slip one hand between my protesting nipple and the blanket, the soft, comforting warmth of her palm a wonderful distraction for a moment, and I shift suddenly, pressing that breast into her hand, and my hips back against her other one, my back arching harder for a moment. A finger, her thumb, I think, slips back to press against my vagina, `Go ahead,' I tell her, forcing the words out. She obliges, sliding the short digit into me, then out again. I moan a soft protest, then again when she pulls her hand from beneath my breast, `Don't open your eyes,' she tells me, shifting position, then something broad and neutral-temperatured brushes against my vulva. I gasp, barely remembering her instructions not to open my eyes, `Go ahead,' I tell her again, `please.' `OK,' The broad thing slides softly along the length of my vulva, her fingers still softly stroking my clitoris, then it dips slightly into my vagina, just a little bit. She pulls it back, then slips it forward again, and this time my hips shove back to meet it, and she gasps, high and sharp. I keep my eyes closed by force of will as we continue, three more strokes bringing her hips to rest against my buttocks at the end of her thrust. She flops over onto my back, the warmth of her belly against my still-bound hands, wiggling and snuggling against me for a moment before reaching underneath to once more cup my breasts in her hands. She pinches my nipples between her fingers, the sharp sensation overcoming the unpleasant blanket-burn for just a moment. She shifts, rocking her hips against mine, and slowly an even rythym forms, her soft moans pressing me against her hands almost as much as her weight. - `Like this?' Utchan asks, her fingers interlinked with Shanpuu's as she holds the smaller girl over her head. `Yep,' I laugh, and Shanpuu relaxes, her legs dropping back down from parallel the ground, then unlocks her elbows and wiggles her fingers loose, dropping softly to the ground behind the taller girl. `I suppose it looks nice, but what good is it?' Kodachi asks, fatigue in her voice and heavy steps. `I don't know, but it's on the required program for the next Martial Arts Pair Skate competition.' `Mmm, so we're participating?' `Sounds fun,' Shanpuu says, brushing one hand lightly over Kodachi's shoulder. - `OK,' Nabiki says, after the soft whish-thunk of a drawer closing, and I open my eyes, blinking up at the still soft-faced young woman as she walks back over. She slips into the bed, pulling me into her arms, then reaching around behind to start unwrapping the tape. `Don't bother,' I tell her, then twist my wrists a little and pull once she's moved her hands back. I bring my hands around in front of me and unwrap the shreds of tape, dropping them out of the bed onto the floor. `I hadn't realized it would do that,' she tells me, her hands sticking to my wrists as she cradles them softly. I look, noticing the white gum and red skin. `It's OK,' I tell her. Her face suddenly looks like it's turned to melted cheese, and she presses it to my chest, sobbing. - I look at the small portion of food, and the three exhausted young women surrounding me, `I don't think it was worth it,' I tell them, a bit of my dismay seeping into my voice. `Taste, find out,' Shanpuu tells me, draped like a dead weight over my shoulder, her left arm wrapped around my belly. `OK,' and I scoop up a small pinch of the rice in my chopsticks, take a deep breath to calm myself, then eat it. It's actually good. `Wow.' - `Shh, it'll be OK, shhh,' `No, I'm a, a, a, a lesbian, and it won't!' Nabiki wails softly. `Being a lesbian is a bad thing?' `Being a real bitch of a lesbian is a bad thing!' `You are not!' I tell her firmly, cupping her head in my hands, wondering what to do. - `I wonder where Ranma is?' Kodachi says softly, her face tucked to Shanpuu's belly, the pale-haired girl shivering slightly with the words. `I don't know,' I shift in Ukyou's arms, glancing at the window where the moon is just peeking over the sill, hoping for an illicit glance. - My belly growls as I slip into Utchan's, and I spare a moments annoyance for Nabiki, then press the thought aside. It is, I must admit, quite interesting that all of the women I spend the most time with are like this, but completely against normal expectations. I think about that a little more as I dig through Utchan's kitchen, finally pulling an apple and a pair of cold okonmiyaki out of the refrigerator. I pull the stem off the apple, then eat the rest of it, core and all, leaving only the hairy part which was the flower. The okonomiyaki take less time, and I pause, again, to contemplate that. If ten percent of the population are like this, and those numbers are based off American men in the '50s, I think, and five, plus those two, plus possibly Obaba, plus those two, and Nabiki. Of course, there is also the fact that we are hardly a representative sample of Japanese people. I shake my head, wipe the crumbs off the counter with a rag, then flop the rag to dry again before heading up stairs. - `Ranma,' Shanpuu says, her eyes positively lighting up. Kodachi is picked up, kissed on the chin, then set to one side before she has much chance to move, and Shanpuu bounds over to wrap the small girl in a tight embrace. `Hey,' she replies, giving the taller girl a kiss, and, I note, a tight hug with a bit of a grope. `Ukyou-kun,' Kodachi says, her voice hesitant, `may I?' as her hand slips along the tall girl's side. `Probably,' Utchan says, drawing us both into a quick hug before concentrating her attention on Kodachi. - `Mmmn,' she murmurs, holding me tightly, ruffling my hair with her face. It is remarkably pleasant. Within moments she has me, unprotesting, pressed to the wall by the door, my weight supported by my arms about her neck, her leg pressing between my own. `Isn't this a little rough,' I ask her, pulling one foot up and pressing it to the wall, then adjusting it with soft little wiggles until my own thigh pressed just so against her vulva. `Do you want to,' she gasps, `do something about it?' `No, I was just,' I pause, gasping harshly against her, `wondering.' Shanpuu suddenly goes tense against me, then soft, her breath hissing softly through my hair. Suddenly it is too much, and I bite my lip to keep from sobbing as tears force their way from under my lids. I press my face against her, both of us supported mainly by the wall, and relax, the slight texture digging into my back. - Ranma's quiet tears draw me to them as Shanpuu settles them on their sides, and I press myself against her back, wrapping one arm around them both, pressing the still clothed girl lightly between us. She tenses at the action, but after a while she wiggles, relaxing, her head drooping to rest agaist Shanpuu's arm. For a while I wonder if she's asleep, then she speaks, `Sorry 'bout this, didn't mean to fall apart like that.' `It's OK,' I tell her, pressing my face to her hair, then shivering slightly. Shanpuu notices, and with a little bit of effort we extract the blanket from underneath us without letting go of each other, and draw it over the three of us. Ko/Ra/Ak/Uk -poor Ran-chan -_^ Ko/Ra/Ak/Uk/Shan " " -* --- log: 1999 June middle: re-read Gratuity, started 1999 July 5: added log 1999 July 24-27: wrote about 1600 lines . . . 1999 July 28-Oct 9: wrote about six hundred lines . . . 1999 Oct 10: Finished day three ^^; I don't know if I'll be able to finish this by the middle of next month at this rate. 1999 Oct 10: four hundred lines 1999 Oct 13: Two hundred lines so far; maybe I'll finish day four soon 1999 Nov 5: a few paragraphs of dialog, after not working on it for almost a month. If I really hussle, maybe I can still finish this in six months. 1999 Nov 8: a little more 1999 Nov 13: Finally got the Duo running; and added a good bit. 1999 Nov 16: Worked for an hour, added over a hundred lines, then had the Duo decide that her battery was too flat and crash. great fun. 1999 Nov 17: got some more done. 1999 Nov 18: Yay! nother section! 1999 Nov 27: Actually got a decent bit done. Yay! 1999 Dec 1: got most of day five done. 1999 Dec 2: updated log for Dec 1, added a tiny bit of day six 1999 Dec 3: Finished day five, tiny bit more of day six 2000 Feb 12: worked on it off and on over the last few couple months. The Duo got to be too obnoxious, both because she's a bit slow, but mainly because I don't have a power-addapter for her. Got the 520 back, because she didn't sell for a price I'd like, and so I'm back to work again. 2000 March 9: more playing with boxen. Got a Compaq Contura Aero 4/25 in trade, got linux up and running on it, got back to work, maybe. Did a little bit of work on the 520, but not much. 2000 March 19: Got some more done, finally. I hope to finish day six soon. 2000 March 25: Finished the first draft! Finally! YAY! 2000 March 28: First full edit. 2000 December 3: reread and editted. 2001 May 20: re-wrapped at 78 columns 2005 March 16: cut up into bit-size chunks.