School Girls' Stories

Chapter 25 – A Night with Kaori and Danko

“Shai?” Kaori questioned in shock, welcoming both Fuji and Shai into the Oshidori residence. Mother Oshidori came out of the kitchen and looked to her daughter, then to Shai who was still crying her little eyes out and barely standing on her own. She was trembling all over, her knees clapping together. Mrs. Oshidori rushed over and wrapped Shai in her arms, helping her to stand.

“What is wrong with the girl?” she asked Shai helplessly. Meanwhile Danko was stepping out of Kaori’s room and Yuki was coming out of the bathroom. Both had looks of bewilderment on their faces.

“She just had her heart broken,” Fuji said honestly. Danko, Yuki, and Kaori’s face dawned with a new light, while Mother Oshidori was completely in the dark. That did not matter much to her.

“Come in the kitchen, Shai,” Mother Oshidori smiled at her, pulling the fragile girl along. “I will make you some cookies, and you can sob over chocolate. It always feels much better.”

Once the door was closed that lead to the kitchen the other girls swarmed Fuji and began asking her questions. Fuji held her hand up in the air, not sure how ready she was to answer all of these questions. Shai was devastated, and Fuji would not deny her that, but it did not actually thrill Fuji that her step-father was going to be the man who stole Shai’s innocence from her. She shuddered and shook her head again.

“Not yet,” she said to them. “I have to go out and make something go right. After that you can ask me all of the questions you want, because I am going to get Amatsu back.”

“I think I’ll stay in,” Yuki said. “I’m not exactly the clubbing type, and if I go with you they will never believe you girls are eighteen. Besides, someone needs to be with Shai.”

Fuji looked to Kaori and Danko desperately. “Will you two still go with me?”

Danko raised an eyebrow, but her clothes said she had already made up her mind hours ago to go. Kaori smiled, almost a pleasant smile, not the bitter bitchiness that was usually inside of her. “We are going tonight,” she said happily.


~*~


Three hours later, just after ten o’clock, three girls walked into the nightclub where Amatsu was the main deejay, and Velvet Wrappings were set to perform. Kaori looked splendid in a tight red dress that was simple and sexy all at the same time. Danko looked masculine, and played the part by slinging an arm around both girls’ shoulders. Fuji was nothing she had ever been before, her hair pulled up and away from her face, large silver hoops hanging from her ears, a tight black leather skirt decorating her below the waist, and a black shirt that tied together at the front, her only protection from busting out of the top itself. She had to resist several times to keep her hands off of the knot Kaori had set her breasts into.

The crowd was packed, the girls themselves were lucky they had gotten in, and it was rare that a club was ever packed at ten o’clock. The group was hot, the deejay hotter, and every girl across the country wanted them. There were a scatter of men waiting to pick up chicks, or the bass player from Velvet Wrapping, a girl named Kyouteki who made Kaori look plain.

“Wow!” Fuji shouted over the sound of the heavy bass pounding from the speakers, looking around the dance club for any sign of anyone she knew, or life beyond the drones of teenagers dancing to the heavy beat. “How do you hear anyone ask you to dance?”
“No one asks!” Kaori shouted back. “They just come up and start dancing with you! You’ll get used to it!”

“I don’t think I want to,” Fuji muttered to herself, but Kaori and Danko knew how the young girl was feeling. Her stomach was in knots and the earlier drama between her mother, Mr. Tennison, and Shai were disappearing. Now all that remained was the anxiety of seeing the one she loves after nearly a month apart.

It did not take Fuji long to spot Amatsu. Unlike all of the clubs she had seen on television the deejay and his cronies, and one of those cronies was Kyoei, the deejay booth was not surrounded in glass and closed off to the world. Amatsu was there for everyone to see and for girls to pass notes to. Bouncers stood on boxes nearly the elevated deejay booth and held girls back, or passed the notes for the girls. It was an amazing sight and Fuji knew she stopped and just started staring at him up there, his hands on the records, his ears half covered by the headphones.

“Go over there!” Danko shouted, giving Fuji a little push.

Fuji shook her head hard. “No, I can’t now!” she cried over the pump of the music. “I’ll wait until the band goes on then I will try to find him, so I don’t have to talk to him while he is working.”

“You aren’t going to watch Velvet Wrappings?” Kaori asked in mock horror, her eyes catching a man in the crowd instead of staying on Fuji.

Fuji just shrugged, knowing she had lost the older girl. It was a sad day when Fuji had to stand at a bar with Danko, alone. Both looked entirely too uncomfortable while Kaori went onto the dance floor to dance with one of the most handsome men on the floor.

No one noticed the accidental skip of the music, or the beat that did not quite mesh for only a moment; they chalked it up to an experience mixer and thought that was just how he had wanted it to sound. None of them, especially not Fuji, realized it was because he spotted her that his work was suddenly going a different way.

It took several minutes to get Kyoei’s attention from one of the bouncer stands outside of the booth. Kyoei was very readily enjoying flirting with all of the girls. Amatsu had to throw an empty plastic cup at his best friend’s head to get his attention.
Kyoei looked to his friend perturbed until he saw where Amatsu’s eyes were really staring at. Kyoei saw her and had to take a moment to catch his own breath. This was not the Fuji he remembered who used to come into the apartment full clothes and always innocent looking. This was a Fuji who had been harmed by circumstance and was ready to fight back, and he liked it almost as much as Amatsu, though Kyoei was better at pretending than his cool friend who was near drooling.

“Are you going to go talk to her?” Kyoei asked his best friend.

“Sure, let me just walk away from this right now so people can stare, complain there is no music, and here me confess to the girl I nearly lost how much I love her. Yup, that’s a plan.”

“I never said do it right now, you dick. Besides, you are fucking up enough in the music that people need a break anyway.”

It was midnight before one of the bouncers came on stage and announced that Amatsu was taking his break, and for everyone to clap their hands together and give it up for Velvet Wrappings! The stage was suddenly swarmed by horny teens and adults alike while the five members of the band came out. The lead singer, the bass player (Kyouteki), the keyboardist, the drummer, and the guitarist. All were exceptionally lovely, and no girl wanted them more in the crowd than the next girl. They screamed and kicked and fought to get to the front of the stage, even Kaori was lost in the crowd. Fuji, however, excused herself from Danko’s side, and went to find Amatsu, her butterflies unable to settle.

Fuji went towards the deejay booth, pushing her away through a crowd of girls who were jumping and screaming and trying to push her in the opposite direction. Fuji was being pushes so violently a hand had to reach in to save her. She was pulled from the crowd and to an edge where no one else rested, and she suddenly looked up at her knight in shining armor, who was none other than her knight in shining armor.

“Amatsu!” cried Fuji, ready to jump in his arms, but vigilant after so much time apart from him.

“Fuji,” he said softly, and it took no time at all for him to gather her in his arms. He missed the scent of her, he missed the smell of her hair, he missed the way she crinkled her nose when concentrating. He missed everything about this girl, and he could not believe he gave her up so easily.

“I’m sorry,” she apologized into his silk shirt, not caring if he heard her or not, just as long as she said it.

“I’m sorry,” he said to the top of her head, not caring if she heard or not either.

Both of them held onto one another, not really in the mood for anything else. This did not mean their relationship was perfect, by any means. They, after all, were still six years apart and Fuji was still a minor. They had the kinks to work out of their relationship, but their time apart had given them more need to be together.


~*~

Kaori sat on the hood of Danko’s car in a nearby abandoned parking lot. The building used to be something large and famous that had gone bankrupt and they had yet to replace. It would not be long before the newest superstore was built up as a blemish to society, but for now it was an abandoned parking lot that served as the perfect place to think. Fuji had said she would go home with Amatsu, and Kaori and Danko nodded and left. Kaori was unable to meet anyone in Velvet Wrappings, and was decidedly unhappy about it all.

“I need to get laid,” Kaori complained to Danko, who was drinking a bottle of Ramune and gazing at the marble inside of the bottle like it was the best thing she had ever seen.

“Why didn’t you fuck the guy you had been dancing with?” Danko asked in an uninterested tone.

Kaori shrugged and leaned back against the hood of the car, bringing her knees up and sitting the flats of her feet directly on the warm hood. She left her shoes in the car, not entirely anxious to put them back on. “I want something more exciting than the same old fuck.”

Danko knew better than to get excited. “What do you want, then? Do you want me to drive you to the rehab that Nakago is in, bust you in, and get you laid?”

Kaori let out a short laugh that was not entirely a no. “Not yet,” she said honestly. “Right now Officer Pop and my parents might be right in keeping Yuki and I away from him. No, I just need something else.”

Danko sat up suddenly, tired of listening to Kaori whine. She threw the Ramune bottle onto the ground and hopped off of the car. Kaori began to sit up, but not fast enough. Danko grabbed Kaori’s ankles and pulled Kaori down the hood of the car until her legs were wide and her pussy was pressed against Danko’s stomach. “It’s time,” Danko began, “that I show you why I am better than any man.”

Danko reached forward and ran her fingers over the wetness of Kaori’s needy pussy, feeling through the silk of the panties the well defined swell of Kaori’s need. The girl always seemed to be in a state of readiness, and Danko planned on taking advantage of that. Danko pulled the panties down and off of one ankle, leaving them dangle off of the other one. She bent down to Kaori’s pussy. Kaori had become surprisingly quiet for her and was waiting for Danko’s move. Even Kaori was surprised when Danko’s lips were suddenly on her pussy and licking up the slit.

Kaori cried out at the sudden pressure of Danko’s tongue. It had been over a month since she had had any sexual contact, Nakago’s rape had been the last touch she had. Danko’s tongue not only felt like magic, it felt like molten lava against something that frozen. It felt great to have her heated up again and she was purring like a kitten after one little stroke of the girl’s tongue.
Danko had so much more planned.

Danko leaned down into Kaori’s muff and licked the slit back and forth, just tasting the sweet wetness of the other girl, finally allowed to do something she had itched to do for so long. She licked her tongue upwards and flicked the clit with it, gently, softly, barely a real touch and Kaori was going wild, arching her back in want. Danko wanted to laugh, to have Kaori wanted her this badly was a dream come true. She had always wanted to see Kaori writhe because of her.

Danko’s tongue worked inside of her, slipping into the hole and licking around the edges, one of the most sensitive parts of a woman’s body. That circular motion of Danko’s tongue was doing things to Kaori she had not even known were possible. She had never been treated gently while in the midst of love-making because it had always been what it should not have been: fucking. During a normal fuck a girl was pounded into, used, and abused. During sex the partners were taken a little more care of, but it was still primal. What Danko was doing to Kaori’s pussy was not fucking, nor was it sex. This is what lovemaking would have started with, the sweet tenderness of emotion and making sure that your partner was happy.

Kaori was more than happy, especially when Danko’s tongue became firm on her clit, working it hard and soft all at the same time. Her tongue wiggled against it and then pressed down on it, causing Kaori to twist and want to tighten her legs. “Tighten them,” Danko said excitedly, watching the muscles of Kaori’s legs working, and the small spasms in Kaori’s pussy making her tighter. “Tighten your legs, I want to feel you wrapped around me.”

Kaori obliged, tightening her legs around Danko’s shoulders and head, trying to give Danko access while still allowed to tighten her pelvis and body, enjoying the rush and flow of her fluids moving down her body to throb and pump at her pussy. She dripped with excitement and lust, and her body could not handle it for much longer. The tongue was flicking in and out of her, and over the clit, in motions that had Kaori doing something she had never not faked before: she came. Kaori’s orgasm was loud and hot, her hands running up her body, over her breasts, tightening around them as she cried out to the stars, surprised that mars didn’t shake with the sound of her cry. Danko pulled back from her, watching Kaori’s fluids drip onto the front of her car, and she smiled at her best friend.

Kaori sat up, her raven hair messed for the very first time and her grey eyes lulled with the sense of finish. She had never felt so good before, and she was running her fingers over her legs while thinking of Danko’s tongue. She had done all that with a mouth and a tongue, nothing more.

“Danko,” Kaori sighed, her hands still massaging her own breast unconsciously, “I may have to rethink our relationship.”


A/N: Over 6100 hits, and only 13 reviews!!!! Wow, you guys are really going to hate me soon when the bad stuff starts happening again. Poor Shai has a little bit more abuse to overcome, as does Yuki.