School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 4 – Makenke Danko


Danko sat on the edge of the bed, watching her best friend, Oshidori Kaori, try on many different tops and trying to decide which one was right. Danko and Kaori were drastic opposites. Kaori filled her school girl uniform while Danko tended to not show any curves or bumps. This did not bother Danko, sometimes she thought she should have just been born a man. The biggest reason for this was because she liked girls. Well, maybe not so much girls, a certain girl. Kaori had been the one Danko wanted since the first day she met her back in their last year of elementary school. Danko had seen the raven-haired beauty and knew she had to have her.

Kaori did not want Danko. She knew how Danko felt, Danko was not dull, she had confessed it on the eve of their first year in high school, and Kaori was just not interested. Unlike most girls, though, Kaori did not treat Danko any differently. They still remained best friends and spent the night at each other’s houses. It made Danko suspect that Kaori just may have known all along.

Danko confirmed those thoughts as she grew into her high school years. Kaori was using Danko’s lust for her to turn on other men, or to be a witness to her escapades. Danko did not know what it was that made Kaori suddenly change from an innocent school girl with the same fresh look on life as her sister, to the woman that almost every man in school had had at least once. And she never regretted it. Kaori never stopped to apologize for wanting nothing more from the men than a quick romp, even when some men claimed their love for her. Her feminine grace came out and she would turn them down in the sweetest manner, making one wonder if that S&M bondage girl was really underneath that skin just the day before.

Kaori found the perfect top and spun around on her best friend. She held it against her bare breasts and looked to Danko with a question in her eyes. “What do you think of this top?” she asked. She then pulled it over her head and wore it against her body. It was a sheer black top, with silver stars oh so conveniently placed everywhere on the top, and directly over where the nipples would lay, except this top was a little too small for Kaori’s generous frame and therefore the edges of the nipple just began to show.

“Do you think they will let you in the club like that?” Danko asked with a level head, though she suddenly felt the urge to cross her legs.

Kaori looked down and jiggled her breasts a bit, noticing the movement and the small flash of her nipple. “Yes,” she said quite honestly. “If you are beautiful enough, you can get away with anything. What are you going to wear?”

Danko shrugged her shoulders. She knew, and she knew that Kaori knew too, but Kaori always made sure she gave Danko that option to change her mind. Danko always wore slacks and a muscle shirt, showing the mosquito bites she had for breasts, and a flat figure everywhere else. With the short red hair she could have almost pulled off being a guy. Kaori joked that one night she wanted Danko to go out dressed like a guy with her, and they would pretend they were a couple, get all hot and bothered, and when the men were watching, she would pull up Danko’s shirt to reveal she was a girl. In the end it might just get the men even more hot.

Danko squirmed and watched Kaori turn around, looking at her make-up in the mirror. Danko had all of her clothes for the club with her; she always left a few club clothes at Kaori’s house in case they went on a whim. That and she enjoyed watching the Eiffel Tower being built. Kaori was majestic when ready; watching her be put together was even more majestic.

“Kaori!” came Yuki’s high pitched voice from the hallway. Without waiting for an answer from her older sister Yuki came barging in and looked to the two girls in the room. When her eyes really looked at Kaori her eyes widened with innocence and she took a step back. “What are you wearing?” she cried out. “Mom will never let you out in that!”

Kaori’s hand snatched out with a lightning quick movement and wrapped around Yuki’s upper arm, pulling her into the room with such force that Yuki squealed. Kaori slammed the bedroom door and rounded on her sister. “Mom will never know if you keep your mouth shut, now what the hell do you want?”

“Well, Fuji has a date tomorrow that is taking her to lunch and a movie, and since she won’t fit in my clothes, I was hoping she would be allowed to borrow yours,” Yuki’s eyes roamed over Kaori’s form again, gazing at the nipple and flushing. “Maybe that isn’t such a hot idea.”

Kaori rolled her eyes at her sister’s stupidity. “Do not be such a prude, Yuki,” she snapped at the younger girl. “I have clothes that cover up bouncy breasts, I do have to go out in public and not embarrass myself. You are so lame sometimes.

“Tell Fuji to stop by about an hour before her date tomorrow and I will doll her up to the nines, okay?”

Yuki gave a small nod and then retreated to her room. Danko was laughing softly from the bed. Kaori turned to her friend with a wide smile. “You know why it’s Fuji that was the first to finally get a date out of those girls, don’t you?”

“Why?” Danko asked, tilting her head up to listen to the master.

“Because Shai is too quiet and Yuki is the ugly duckling of the family.” Danko gave a snort and Kaori shook her head. “If Fuji had been a year older she would have been our friend.”

“Don’t corrupt her,” Danko warned. “Let her do things her way.”

Kaori raised an eyebrow. “You mean the way I corrupted you?” she asked. She sauntered over to her best friend, swaying her hips in the tight leather black skirt, and placed her knee between her best friends. She leaned over her friend so her breasts were brushing Danko’s chest, her lips only inches away from Danko’s. Danko held her breath, feeling Kaori so close was intoxicating. She felt her head reeling in a way she never understood. She wanted to drink Kaori in from her mouth, to feel the tickle of her lips and tongue against her.

“Kaori, don’t tease me,” Danko said in her deeply masculine voice, though she already had a hand that had betrayed her wrapped around Kaori’s hips. She was slowly pulling Kaori closer, and Kaori was going to her, letting her, then suddenly Kaori remembered exactly whom, and what, she was. She pulled back and without a word went back to putting on her lipstick.

“You are a cock tease,” Danko muttered, going to find her clothes so she could change in the bathroom.

“You don’t have a cock to tease, sweetie,” Kaori pointed out. The words never sounded unkind, not even blunt. They sounded sad, or maybe it was just Danko’s wishful thinking.