School Girls' Stories - New Generation

Chapter 5 – Yuna Kiseki

“Waza, stop, that hurts,” Yuna whined, her awkward position making what he was doing to her even more painful. Her right knee was brought up too high then pushed against her and the women’s lockers in front of her. Around her sneakered feet were her briefs that went under her cheerleading skirt, she never wore her underwear below them. Yuna’s boyfriend had snuck in after the girls had gone out to the gym and kidnapped his girlfriend back into the locker room to put her in this position, his fingers between her legs and spreading her in more places than she was used to. She was used to Waza’s fingers inside of her, working the wetness she felt at the mere mention of her boyfriends name, or the side of his amber eyes and sandy hair. It was the finger pushing into her ass that she was not used to feeling.

“I can’t stop yet,” he insisted, wiggling all of his fingers and watching her squirm from the mixture of pain and pleasure. She tightened her lower body, squeezing his fingers further inside of her, making her more uncomfortable, but causing the youthful moan to escape her lips.

“The coach is going to be looking for me soon,” she said breathlessly.

Waza leaned for, taking a scent of her layered blonde hair, her light blue eyes the same color as her father’s. He loved the feel of her, even if he did not yet love her, but he could. He could fall in love with this frail being that kicked higher than all of the other cheerleaders and moved faster than them too, in speed. It was a shame she did not move fast enough for his taste in bed and he found himself forcing her to do the things he asked of her.

“Until you promise me about next weekend I won’t let you go,” he insisted, letting a second finger tease around her ass, pushing ever so slightly.

“My mother will kill me,” she complained, not wanting to say yes, and at the same time finding it extremely erotic.

“Tell her you are with a friend,” he insisted, bringing one of her hands around her body till it laid on the bulge in Waza’s pants, a bulge that was hot and large in her hands. Her mother had always warned her of Waza, knowing that his father had been a lowlife, in Yuki Oshidori-Kiseki’s words at least. Yuki feared her daughter would be taken in, and she was. Yuna had fallen for Waza when they were children and Waza, Noriko’s son and Fuji’s little brother, along with Shu’s brother, if that did not make things confusing, had found a soul to manipulate, and was he going to manipulate her.

“Waza,” Yuna moaned, half complaint, half consent. He was not going to release her until she agreed completely, the words ‘yes’ had to flow from her mouth before he removed his fingers from her body, and with the moan of his name he just pushed into her harder, pulling her body upwards, almost lifting her one foot off of the floor. She only cried out more.

“Say it,” he whispered hoarsely, his body hard and ready behind her. She wanted that body and at the same time she knew she had to hold out, but how much longer? Apparently not long enough, because her answer was, “I’ll tell my mom I’m going with my friend.”

“So that’s a…”

“YES!” Yuna cried out in ecstasy as his fingers found her clit and pushed tight against them, still pumping the rest of her body.

Waza smiled, laughed, and then released her, removing his hands from her body and his weight. Yuna nearly fell to the floor in a heap, but she regained herself and pulled her briefs up and rearranged her skirt back into position. She leaned up and gave Waza a deep kiss, wrapping her arms and body around him before running out of the locker room and towards the gym, out to where the cheerleaders had just begun to notice her absence and looked at her disapprovingly.

“That time of month,” she insisted, then hurried to line up and go through the routine.