School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 35 – Passion

“Well,” Fuji said into her cell phone, running out of things quickly to say, “that is quite a predicament. What are you going to do about clothing?”

“Shinwa said he would buy me some clothes,” Yuki said on the other side, her voice echoing and tinny from hidden somewhere inside Shinwa’s one bedroom apartment. “I think he’s trying to get me to go back home, but he is trying to do it nicely.”

“And I thought I had problems,” Fuji snickered in not an unkind way. “I can not believe your mom believes you are Kaori.”

“Yeah, life sucks,” Yuki said wistfully, though she did not sound like she was all that convicted in the theory. “But I’m living with Shinwa, no matter how temporary this might be! This is the most exciting thing that has happened to me.”

Fuji hated to be the one to point out the obvious to Yuki, and she did bite her tongue three times before she said it, but she needed to look at this practically, and Yuki was not doing it herself. “I’m very happy for you,” she said.

Yuki sensed it as it was coming. “I heart the ‘but’ coming in the next sentence.”

“Shinwa’s a male, with needs, don’t you think living in the same cramped apartment with him, you guys are going to get…”

“There’s nothing wrong with us having sex, is there?” Yuki asked, now very paranoid that she had done something wrong.

“No,” Fuji sort of chuckled. “I don’t mean it like… Let me try this other approach, maybe that will go better. You seem to be, off-put, by sex since Kago, which is terribly understandable after the things he had done to you. I won’t deny you that, but are you ready to take that step with Shinwa, because as polite as Shinwa can be, he’s still a man, and going to want certain needs fulfilled.” The silence on the other end answered Fuji’s question. “It’s just going to be harder living with him.”

“But you live with Devilin, and you two are behaving,” Yuki protested, hoping for some help on the subject.

Fuji did not have the heart to tell Yuki who was sitting next to her on her bed as she spoke into the cell phone, so she took another approach, and was growing tired at having to be sweet to Yuki’s senses. “Are you going to…?”

“Fuji, believe it or not, I almost know what I am doing,” Yuki said, then she laughed. “Almost. This was not a last minute decision, I have been trying to ask Shinwa for help, without asking him for it, for a very long time.”

“Then I wish you the best with it,” Fuji said sincerely. “But don’t drop out of high school.”

“Why would I do that?” Yuki asked, genuinely ignorant to why.

Fuji tried not to sigh. Yuki was a smart girl, not the brightest bulb in the bunch, but she was smart. When it came to common sense, however, she was seriously lacking. It was most likely why she had fallen for Kago first, and then Shinwa, though Shinwa was surely the better of the two. “Nevermind,” Fuji brushed it off. “I have faith that you know what you are doing. Better faith in you than in myself when I almost married Amatsu…” Fuji trailed off, the sadness evident in her voice. Even Devilin, who had laid down on the bed beside her sat up and looked to her, noticing the feeling in her voice.

“That was not dumb,” Yuki insisted on the other end of the phone, unaware that Devilin could hear her voice perfectly, though she echoed and sounded distant, beside Fuji. “You and Amatsu were… great together. I don’t know what happened to you two, I probably never will since you do not seem to want to speak of such things, but you two were perfect. He adored you, and…”

“We broke up because I wasn’t having sex with him,” Fuji blurted out. It was not the absolute truth, but it had partially everything to do with their falling out, though it was more over him feeling used than anything. “I just do not want Shinwa to treat you that way, and he won’t,” Fuji hurried on before Yuki could begin her usual worry. “You and Shinwa will be fine, now go make him dinner or something to thank him for all that he has done!”

“That’s a brilliant idea!” Yuki cried with the utmost in honesty. “I wonder what he would like to eat…”

“Bye Yuki!” Fuji called on the phone, already knowing that the girl had long since hung up.

“Well,” Devilin said as Fuji placed the cell phone on her bed stand, “that sort of ruined the mood.”

Fuji only laughed “There was no mood,” she denied. “You came in here to try to seduce me, and silly as I am I allowed you to kiss me, but there was nothing else. Do not expect so much.”

Fuji began to slide from her bed, leaving Devilin looking sexy and hot and watching her through strands of dark hair, but his voice stopped her, keeping her sitting on the edge of the bed. “I meant her mentioning you were still in love with Amatsu.” Fuji did not turn to him, only kept her dazzling eyes turned to her lap, afraid to look up, afraid to look at him. “And I was not saying she ruined the mood for you, I meant for me.” Devilin pushed himself from the bed, preparing to leave Fuji to her thoughts. His anger was rippling, and his jealousy was abundant.

Fuji would hate herself for letting him leave that angry, and before she could tell her limbs to act cool and collected she flung herself from the bed and stepped behind him, pushing her arms around him and closing the door in front of him, sealing him between her body and the door, his back pressed into her breasts. “I can not apologize about feeling bad that things ended poorly between Amatsu and I,” she told him, knowing he did not want to listen to her words but she had to make him understand. “I am sorry that it still hurts you that I was ever in love with someone else, but Amatsu and I had a great thing, and it ended on the worst of all notes. But I am with you now, and that is all that matters.”

Devilin sighed, but he was not ready to give up the fight. “Can you tell me you have no more feelings for him?”

Fuji could not, and she did not wish to lie to him. “I will always have feelings for him, but you are the one in my heart now.” She could no say the words that Devilin expected her to blurt out, that was not the type of girl Fuji was. She cold not fall in love so quickly again, though Devilin was turning out to mean so much to her.

“Prove it,” Devilin insisted.

“Prove what?” Fuji asked.

“Do not act dumb, it does not appeal on one so smart,” Devilin insisted.

Fuji stepped away from Devilin, taking a few long steps back and looking up into his eyes, though she did not have to look far, even in bare feet she was not much shorter than him. “How do you want me to prove it?” she asked, slowly unbuttoning the sweater that clung to her body tightly and perfectly.

Devilin gave Fuji a knowing smirk and turned to face her and lean his back against the door, watching the show. Despite her small flaws that still remained on her body from the interaction with Kago, Fuji was beautiful, and Devilin could have just watched her and been more enticed than he needed to be. She was one of the girl’s that would have been dancing on a pole at a club and all of the men would have watched, perfectly, despite that she was not rail thin and her body had a few more curves than the typical Japanese woman. Fuji was real, beautiful, and everyone wanted her for all of the right reasons, and Devilin very badly wanted to lay claim to that need.

“You know very well how I want you to prove it,” Devilin said, his body already tensing with the sight of her, watching the auburn strands fall over her eyes as she looked downwards at her sweater, the pink lace underneath now revealed as the last button opened. Devilin did not know what it was about a girl in a lacy pink slip top that made him want to start tearing her clothes off, and it was especially appealing taught against Fuji’s breasts, her nipples hard from the cool air that was caressing the pink silk underneath.

“How much do you want me to prove it?” Fuji was not asking how much clothing to remove, she was asking how far Devilin wanted to go with her to prove he was the only one she thought of. He knew the answer the moment he had entered her bedroom tonight. He would say he would not have left without being inside of her either way, but it would have been a lie. If she had fought him on it, he would have left, but now that she was willing, and he was so close to taking that step, he was not going to lose his opportunity now.

Devilin took a step towards her, helping her with her sweater, dropping the cashmere on the floor to leave it forgotten as he gazed down at the exposed peaks of her breasts, pink lace clinging to the tops in a flimsy way that he wanted to tear away. Devilin ran his hands up her side and cupped the bottoms of her breasts, massaging gently through the silk. “I want you to prove it by screaming my name, over and over,” Devilin said, his lips just below Fuji’s earlobe, his hands slowly pulling the slip down and away from her body as he continued to massage, bunching the silk up in his hands as he worked them over her plump breasts.

“My mom and your uncle are downstairs,” Fuji protested, though she let him lean her back onto the bed, looking down at her very prim figure and enjoying. He was unsure if he wanted her completely naked or if he wanted her in that tannish colored skirt and the pink silk of her slip. It would have been better if she still wore her heels, though her knee high stockings were still on, and in her position he could see the lace of the tops of those as well.

“They will never hear us, no matter how loud you are,” Devilin denied her. “You know very well they are too far away to hear anything we do up here.” His lips fell atop her breasts, kissing gently, almost too gently, and she felt herself arching towards him slightly. She had been dreaming about him for so long, she was almost too afraid to feel him inside of her. She knew he was large, she knew he had no technique since he ‘claimed’ to be a virgin, she also knew that it would not matter. Devilin was the type of man who had technique the moment he was born. He was taken out of the womb with his hips ready to swerve and drive into some woman, and Fuji had been longing for it since the first time he had laid his hands on her.

Devilin kissed further down her body, down to her inner thighs, looking up to see the pink panties peeking at him. He kissed upwards further, kissing through the silk, his tongue running over the crotch of the panties, making her wetter than she already was. His tongue flicked over her clit through her panties and she let out a small cry, her fingers running into the bedcovers underneath her, her body reacting to his in a way that made her stop thinking.

He tore her panties down her body with his teeth, leaving them at her knees and kissing his way back upwards, licking the slit of her pussy, tasting her entirely, flicking his tongue over her bare clit, his teeth grazing over it just enough. Fuji could only sway her hips towards him and slowly gurgle out her begging for more, her breathing caught in her throat every time his tongue or teeth worked her. He caressed her clit so gently, like an expert taking care with a virgin, and then his teeth would bite down, not hard enough to truly be painful, but enough to make her aware of how needy she felt. Her whole body was swollen with need and as time went on he just made it more and more. His fingers slid upwards and slowly, achingly so, he put a finger inside of her, wiggling it in a way that slid over this spot she was not aware she had.

“Devilin,” she whispered, his finger moving inside of her the way a cock never could, sliding in and out and side to side, his thick fingers enclosed in velvet walls that dripped with need. “Devilin,” she moaned, “please.” She wanted him, too badly. She never remembered wanting Amatsu this bad, no, do not think about him.

“Not yet,” he told her, watching his finger slide in and out of her, his dick hard against his pants, straining, pushing the zipper slowly away. He was not only torturing her he was torturing himself with this tease, but he believed it would make it all that much better later.

His finger continued to move inside of her, his lips kissing around her opening, licking her delicately. She cried out in joy and need, arching further, whispering his name again. Her phone on the bed stand began to ring and she blatantly ignored it, forgetting it was even a part of her existence. The only thing that mattered at that moment was Devilin and the things he was doing, wonderfully, to her body!

“Devilin,” she moaned once again as his finger slipped further inside of her, still doing that gentle movement that was almost like a vibration just with his fingers. She was practically begging him to be inside of her. If he could do this with his fingers, what could he do with the instrument that was meant to be inside of her body? She arched and begged, and still he kept teasing her. Every time she was close to a point of cumming he would slip his finger back out and just kiss the inside of her thighs, wanting very much to take her, and a the same time enjoying all of the sounds she made. “Devilin, please, I want you so much,” and she surprised herself to hear the honesty and rawness in her voice.

“Not until you do as I asked,” Devilin reminded her, kissing up her body, flicking a tongue over bare nipples and treasuring the sighs that came from her.

Fuji shook her head, trying to clear it, trying to remember what he wanted from her, then she flushed at the remembrance of his words. He wanted her screaming his name, and she was so very embarrassed to do such a thing with her mother and step-father right downstairs, but she wanted him inside of her, did not know if she would not burst if he did not finish what he started. His fingers slipped back into her as she arched her body towards him. He knew she was ready to submit to him, and he wanted this submission. It was what he had been longing for. Here was a girl, stubborn, hard-headed, with a mind of her own, always in charge, and he had her groveling in submission of him she wanted him so achingly. It was great, and he wanted more.

His fingers moved fast, pounding into her the way he wanted his body to pound into her, and slowly her voice began to rise, “Devilin,” still a hoarse moan, but louder than before, “Devilin,” a moan that filled the room, but still not what he wanted. He moved his fingers faster, deeper, the thickness and longness of them teasing over a spot she found enjoyable, and the last scream was on her lips, she had her head bent back, her body arched, she was more ready than ever to just submit to someone’s will, but she came no farther than, “Dev-”

“Fuji!” Noriko Chenbaro called from the hall, “Danko’s here to see you, I’m sending her over to your room!”

Fuji and Devilin both jumped up, Devilin to hurry and try to hide his erection, though he was far from ashamed of it, and Fuji to find her sweater. As she moved she looked at her cell phone on her bed stand and saw the missed call had been Danko. What was she doing here?

The door opened before Fuji could even grasp her sweater, and suddenly the whole room froze. Devilin had stopped trying to hide it and just stood there, his pants bulging very tell-tale, and Fuji was sweaty and wet, her slip still slipped down over her breasts. Danko just looked in, longingly, over to Fuji, and with a little restraint of jealousy over at Devilin. “Did I interrupt something?” she asked.

It took everything in Fuji not to squirm, her body was still throbbing, even from the shock of having her mom call her name, and being interrupted, her body still needed Devilin. It was practically pushing her against the waves, making the blood rush and the pain more, the need absolutely taking over. “Only my first time,” was the answer from Devilin, and he not only sounded grumpy but hoarse. Danko had the good grace to actually look slightly embarrassed, but instead of walking out she closed the door behind her and Fuji heard the distinct click of the lock. She did not know what about it had her throbbing harder, and she hated herself for still wanting to finish with Devilin even after the interruption, but the heated wave of her body would not rest until satisfied.

“I’m sorry,” Danko apologized, “I actually had no true ulterior motive to coming besides wanting to ask Fuji for the homework, since I missed class today, Fuji dear, you have the most perfect breasts, has anyone ever told you that?”

Fuji covered her chest with grace, though her arms were too thin and her breasts were too large to cover everything she wanted. She could have just pulled up the slip, but something told her that it would just come back down again later.

“Danko, can you at least wait for us to finish what we were in the middle of?” Devilin asked, stepping back towards Fuji, who went a bit rigid at being touched while in a state of undress in front of another woman. Devilin sighed; afraid he was losing what he had almost completely won over on her just a few moments ago.

“I can’t wait,” Danko admitted, stepping towards Fuji, who still stood next to the bed. Devilin now stood behind Fuji, and Danko straight in front of her, and she began to feel a bit trapped. “I want to be here, to at least see you two.”

Voyeur! Fuji was screaming in her head, but she could not form the words. Devilin’s hands had found her waist and were sliding up her body, to cup the breasts he seemed to enjoy a bit fervently. Fuji opened her lips to protest and found herself kissing, not Devilin, but Danko, the other woman’s long lanky figure bent down and kissing her with a fervid passion Fuji never would have guessed the other woman had. Danko obediently kept her arms to her sides, not touching anything that Devilin was laying claim to, just kissing the other girl, and Fuji, not knowing what was coming over her, kissed the other woman back.

She did not particularly like Danko, they had been at odds so long she barely remembered why any longer, but this seemed like the right thing to do, to be with them both, two people who were such close friends, to let them both do the things they were longing for. Fuji felt a sick twist in her stomach, and it was not from being sickened, it was just the raw need that was eating away at her. She wanted this, like nothing else she wanted them both inside of her, in so many ways.

She found herself kneeling on the bed, her panties gone, Devilin still behind her while Danko kneeled in front of her. Fuji was lost in passion, missing the steps they were taking until she felt Devilin’s hands spreading her thighs, until she felt the first poke of his cock, his hands helping ease it inside of her, and she begged, she wanted more. Danko in front of her had her hands on Fuji’s hips, keeping her steady, watching the girl bow to Devilin’s need, and cry out slightly from the pain of being entered by something of that size, after it had been so long since her last time with Amatsu, no, stop thinking about that.

He slid deep inside of her, filling her with himself, the sheer size of him too much, her body fought to reject it, but he began moving and she learned how right she was. He had known exactly how to move, exactly how to penetrate and swivel those hips inside of her, pumping her gently, but fast, with speed and need. He was pounding her hard, pulling her back so that her back laid against him and he practically was supporting her entire weight. He moved them both and she had to bite her lips to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. Danko’s lips found Fuji’s once more, moving over them, keeping her cries quiet between the two mouths, Danko’s long lanky fingers moving over Fuji’s breasts, clasping them, kneading them, using them to her full advantage. Fuji had never felt so good, and it took little time for the two of them to have her cumming over Devilin’s cock, her body stiffening for a moment before relaxing, but they were far from done with her. Devilin still wanted his turn to cum, and Danko was going to help ease Fuji through it even longer, one hand sliding down to her pussy and the tip of her finger circling over the clit. It was not a sudden, gentle thing, but a quick pressure that would not let up. Danko’s finger was expert at moving, and Devilin still pumped inside of her, his body working into a sweat. Fuji barely noticed that he only had pulled his pants down and his underwear down to be inside of her, he was still fully dressed, his clothing covered in sweat from the two bodies he carried.

Danko licked at Fuji’s neck, caressing it with her tongue, moving it to the hollow of her throat, rubbing gently and firmly. Her fingers still worked the young girl’s body, but her lips were almost a point of distraction and Fuji could not help from calling out, the feel of the two bodies so close to her erotic in a whole new sense.

“Touch me,” Danko demanded of Fuji, and Fuji obliged, her hands reaching for Danko’s breasts, and Danko held one of Fuji’s hands and helped her massage it. Devilin’s arms tightened around Fuji’s waist, his body tensing, and Fuji knew it was coming, and wanted to tell him to stop, to pull out, but her words were lost under Danko’s lips once more, and then Devilin was biting into Fuji’s shoulder, painfully, but it brought Fuji to a new level she never knew existed. She came with him, from the pain, the pleasure, the eroticism of the whole situation, and Devilin came inside of her, still moving inside of her even after he was done. Danko moved her hands away from Fuji, watching Fuji go limp between them, her body sliding down to her bed. Fuji had never felt so good in her life, the adrenaline slowly pumping out of her had her in a state of pleasure that was rushing over her in waves. Even after their hands stopped touching her she could almost still feel them inside of her, moving her, fucking her.

Devilin fell down beside Fuji, looking particularly smug. Men, they were so… wonderful. Fuji could think of nothing bad, her mind was too fuzzy. Devilin wrapped his arms around Fuji and pulled her close, and Danko laid down beside them, not completely one in their unit, but welcome at that moment. To show she was welcome Fuji laid an arm around Danko and just slightly hugged her, Danko smiled, and then the awkwardness began to come back.