School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 12 – Fuji’s Frustration

Fuji sat in the music room of her mother’s home, feeling abandoned and alone. She looked at the cello in front of her and a new pain shot through her arm, and she had yet to even use it. It had been a long time since she had played. She could not even remember playing the whole time she had been with Amatsu.

Her heart hurt. Every man in her life lied to her. She was feeling more and more miserable, and her frustration at life was keeping her from doing the things she enjoyed and wanted to do.

She picked up the bow in her right hand, the hand that shook as she gripped onto it. She placed the horsehair against the strings and ran the bow across it. Her whole hand shook with the effort. It was worse than before and she nearly dropped the bow in her effort to just slide the bow across the strings. It did not work. She took a deep breath and tried once more, this time with more disastrous results.

“Do you need some help?” Devilin’s voice asked from the doorway.

“Do you know how to play the cello?”

“No,” Devilin said honestly.

“Then how do you plan to help me?” she asked snidely.

Devilin entered the room and went and took another stool and slid it up behind her. He sat directly behind her and wrapped his arms about her body, placing each hand over one of her own.

“Is this a ploy to get close to me?” she asked him with a fake seducing voice.

“If it is, I am sincerely going to try to help you before my hand goes up your shirt,” he said honestly. She did not know if he was kidding or not, but she was willing to take a shot. “Now,” he said, gripping onto her hands, “all I am going to do is hold your hands steady and keep them from shaking. You are going to do all of the movement yourself.”

“My hands don’t hurt, Devilin, it’s my arm,” she said, slightly annoyed.

“That may be so,” he said, “but your hands have already stopped shaking since I slid in behind you, unless I give you more confidence.”

Fuji snorted and then nodded. “Fine,” she said. She readied herself, feeling him very tight at her back, and knowing this was doing more for him than it was doing for her. She moved the bow over the strings, noticing already that her hand did shake a bit less. She went for a simple song, something she had learned in elementary school, but it was something to start her off in music once more. She ran the string over the chords, playing the light tune, closing her eyes and letting the music flow over both of them. She was doing fine until she started to move in to something a bit more complicated. Her arm protested the movement and began to scream at her to stop.

“I… I can’t keep going,” she said, dropping the bow and allowing it to clatter at her feet. “It hurts too much.”

“That’s fine,” Devilin whispered into her ear. “Look what a little confidence did for you,” he explained to her, wrapping his arms around her waist and hugging her close to him. “You did more in that instant than you have forced that arm to do since you were stabbed, keep it up, and one day it will grow to be a less dull pain.”

“Thank you,” Fuji said quietly, hating to thank someone who had done nothing but try to make her life miserable.

“Don’t thank me yet,” he whispered hoarsely in her ear. “After all, I told you what I would do after I helped you.” His hands slid away from her waist and under her shirt, towards her breasts. Pushing his hands away would mean dropping the cello in her hands, though she tried slightly with her right hand, but the pain was too much. He cupped her breasts tightly, pulling them towards her body and pushing them together till the white shirt she wore over them was slipping away, showing Devilin the ample cleavage of her breasts. “Has anyone ever told you how soft you feel?” he asked, “Or how good it feels to hold you?”

“Devilin, you should stop,” she said, looking for any place to lean the cello so she would not just drop it.

“You said I should,” he said at her ear. He kissed right behind her ear and sent shivers down her spine. “When a girl says you ‘should’ stop, it means they don’t really want you to.” He began massaging her breasts, his hands working them softly but firmly. Fuji was having a harder time remembering why she wanted him to stop as he worked those fingers over her and her body began to react to being touched in such a way.

He leaned her back, leaning her body completely into him, her head on his shoulder, his hands massaging her breasts. Her ran his lips up her neck, kissing and suckling gently, then to her chin, then to her lips. He kissed her lips softly, his tongue teasing, and when she opened her mouth to protest her let his tongue do the rest of his convincing. His tongue met hers with force and passion that had Fuji dropping the cello at her feet. While he kissed her, going deeper into her mouth, his tongue promising things that left her wet, his hands continued to just massage her breasts, grasping firmly and needily. She felt him growing even harder against her back and the sheer size would have frightened her if she had been in the right state of mind, but she was not. Her body was being used the way it should be, and her mind was broken from too many thoughts.

Devilin led her to a stand position, pulling her away from the stools. With his lips he brought her to follow him, towards the wall of the music room. He leaned her back against that wall, putting himself in front of her, still ravaging her mouth, and move his hands till they were under her shirt, pushing her bra and shirt up around her neck. “God, you are beautiful,” he told her, leaning down and taking a hard nipple into his lips and suckling it, leaving her moaning against him. “I did not know anyone could be so beautiful.”

“I’m not,” Fuji denied in a husky voice. “I’m not beautiful.”

“Because of the scars?” Devilin asked, standing up straight and looking into her eyes. Fuji only nodded. “Then let me see,” he told her, and without further warning pulled her shirt and bra over her head and threw them to the floor. He spun her around, grabbing at the waist of her jeans as he did so and pulling the button loose, and breaking the zipper to his will as he did. He pulled them down, along with her panties, to her ankles and looked at her backside, at the very perfect backside. Her ass was firm and tight, her figure an hourglass, and yes, there on the right side of her body were two scars, one on her leg, and one on her shoulder.

Devilin leaned down and kissed the one on her shoulder, then fell to his knees and kissed the one on her leg. “Like I said,” he told her. “You are beautiful.” He ran his hands up her right leg, over her thigh, and between her legs. The tip of his finger slid between the pussy lips, slipping against the wetness she could not deny.

“Devilin, don’t,” she insisted, a little more firmly than her earlier, ‘stop’.

“I will not do anything you do not wish me to do,” he told her softly. “I will be angry for it, and have to immediately go to the bathroom, but I will stop when you want me to.” As he said the words his finger slipped inside of her, thick and needing. An instant moan tore through Fuji’s body, turning her to mush.

It took everything in Fuji to say, “Stop,” as firmly as she could.

Devilin pulled his finger from her body, sliding it down her legs and away from her. He reached for her shirt and bra, discarded on the floor, and when he stood he handed them to her as she turned to face him. She felt extremely flushed standing there with her pants at her ankles and her body covered with the thin material of her white shirt.

“You want me,” Devilin said breathlessly, “why make me stop?”

“Because I’m not that type of girl,” Fuji snapped, with a little more force than the moment called for. “I don’t just sleep with every guy. I only want to be with one person, for the rest of my life.”

“Then let it be me,” Devilin told her, reaching for her once more. He wrapped his hands around her, even as she tried to push him away.

“You’ve known me for a month,” Fuji snapped. “How can you know you want to be with me for that long?”

“Because I know whom I want to be with, and like you I only want to be with one person.”

“How many people have you been with you’ve told that to?” Fuji asked, pushing him harder away.

“I’ve never been with anyone before, Fuji,” Devilin snapped. “You are the only person I’ve been come this close to being with, and before you completely turn me away, I want you to feel something.” He gripped Fuji’s hand so hard she could not even begin to fight. He slid it down his pants and wrapped it around the hard cock that was throbbing. She was completely surprised by the size and she pulled her hand out of his pants so fast it screamed at her in pan. “I can give you more pleasure than Amatsu ever did,” Devilin told her, leaning in close so there bodies were nearly melted together. “I can make you want to be a woman, not just a businesswoman.”

Fuji slapped him. Devilin had not been expecting it, but given Fuji’s temper he should have been. She pulled her clothes up her body and fastened the broken button and zipper as best she could, sliding her shirt over her head and just forgoing the bra. “I don’t know why you think you know so much,” she snapped at him, “but don’t you ever compare yourself to him again. You aren’t half the man he is.”

“No, I’m twice it,” Devilin insisted, but he did not come back at her. He let her walk away to sulk, but it was not over yet… not by a long shot.


A/N: STILL LOOKING FOR FANART!! Yes, I am obsessive.