Fantasies

A/N Okay, this right here has been my main fantasy for a while now. This is the version of it I managed to come up with once when I was sleepy, and my mind was…er…wandering. The strangeness of it all. The main character is very naïve, she’s based off of me, and I’m naïve, but in this situation, I would know what was coming. I’m not that bad. Okay, onward ho!

I sighed softly and straightened the red plaid skirt. I, for no reason at all, had dressed myself in a schoolgirl uniform. Along with my skirt was a black collared shirt, black knee high socks, a cute little navy blue tie, and black clodhoppers.
It made me feel like an anime character, I suppose that’s why I dressed like this. It was nowhere as out there as a Harajukus’ style, mostly because there would be no way for me to get Harajuku clothing here in Canada, nor was it as good at giving me a faux covering of innocence, like a Japanese schoolgirl uniform. But it was my clothing, so I liked it.
Normally I wouldn’t leave the house dressed like this, let alone go to the mall in the outfit, but today I had. Momentarily I paused at the sushi bar to buy a box of strawberry pocky.
My long silvery blond hair was done up in two handlebar like ponytails, my golden eyes glittered, but they were no match for the hot pink glitter eye shadow I wore. That was the closest I came to wearing Harajuku makeup.
I popped one of the pink cookie sticks into my mouth. Everything tastes good strawberry. Everything.
“Hey.” Someone said suddenly. I jumped and nearly chocked to death on the pocky stick, which snapped in half and fell to the floor.
Pulling another pocky stick from the box I glanced towards where the voice had come from.
A tall Asian boy stood beside another slightly shorter, also Asian boy. The taller one was the model of perfection. He was perhaps five feet ten inches with long slender legs, slight hips, and a perfectly flat stomach, visible because of his open shirt.
His hair had been dyed green and his eyes matched it perfectly. Full lips covered perfectly straight snow-white teeth.
Said model of perfections friend looked to be about five eight, with broad shoulders and a stomach equally as flat as his friends’. His deep blue eyes were lined with thick black eyelashes and red bangs fell in front of those large pretty eyes.
There was no doubt that anywhere these two went in the world they would be objects of desire for just about everyone. “H-hello.” I stammered, blushing slightly and trying not to look like a fangirl.
“I’m Kimihiro,” the taller one said with a grin on that perfect face of his. “And this is Hideki,” He gestured to his friend before continuing. “ May I ask who you are?”
I smirked slightly. A single thread attached my trust to me. It was easily broken. “I’m Kei-…I mean I’m Kaylie.” I chirped, pulling out all the stops to make myself as innocent and perfect as possible. I had almost introduced myself as Kei-Chan, which would have been the wrong thing to do around these two obviously Japanese boys.
I had read that in Japan you must humble yourself. I didn’t know how teens acted towards someone not doing so, but I had to be careful.
“Cool. I’ll call you Kei-Chan.” Hideki told me, tilting his head slightly. “Did you see what they did to the handicap washroom?”
“Nopers.” I was perfectly fine now. What troubles could someone get into in a handicap bathroom? What troubles, indeed. “Why, what happened to it?” I questioned, bringing my hand up to my bangs and fidgeting with them while I waiting for his response.
Kimihiro spoke for him. “ It’ll be better to show you.” He grabbed Hideki’s wrist and dragged him in the direction of the washrooms.
“Oh?” I asked, trotting after the two of them.
A few moments later we arrived. The two boys stood on each side of the door, which I quickly swung open and wandered in. I heard the lock clicking and turned quickly to see Hideki approaching me while Kimihiro stood, his back pressed tightly to the door.
“What the fuck?” I muttered, walking backwards and dropping my box of strawberry pocky. Hideki lunged forward and grabbed me by my wrists.
“How old are you?” he snapped, his eyes suddenly razor blade thin slits. I shivered and bit down on my lip, refusing to respond. “Answer me, you filthy little wench!” He cried, showing me to the faux tile floor.
“T-thirteen.” I stammered, my body shaking compulsively as I stared up at the beautiful Asian man. How could something so beautiful act so…ugly?
“Nice.” He whispered, straddling my hips and sitting with his knees pressing my arms to the floor. Slowly Kimihiro approached the two of us. He fell to his knees beside me, running his long slender fingers through my bangs before reaching to my ponytails and freeing them from the tight ribbons.
Slowly he stroked my hair, straightening it and smoothing it as if he were trying to calm my nerves and have me not be hurt by all of this. Suddenly the model of perfection ducked his head and claimed my lips.
So soft…so tingly…. I could feel his tongue running over my lips and my mouth opening itself for him. Hideki was sitting motionlessly on me, waiting for Kimihiro to finish ‘calming’ me.
“Now, Kei-Chan.” Kimihiro hissed, pulling his head away from me. “Will you be a good little girl and do as we say?” I nodded.
‘Why the hell did you just nod?’ a voice deep within me snapped. What a great day, I’m on my way to being raped, and now I’m going insane to top it off. Fab-u-los.
I squirmed slightly as Kimihiro stood again. “Now, Kei-Chan,” Hideki drawled, his eyes large and pretty once more, alight with mischief. “Shush. Don’t say a single word. You might just like it if you don’t fight.”
Hidekis’ hands pulled the schoolgirl tie from my shirt and tossed it aside before beginning to unbutton the silken top. “Nice.” He whispered once the top was undone. I wore no bra; I never did if I could help it.
His hands glided over my nipples, they were ghosts of touches, barely there, but more electrifying than I could ever have imagined. I whimpered and closed my eyes as I felt my body warming a little more with every graceful caress.
The shirt was pushed from my body and shoved away from me to the opposite side of the washroom, and with it went every inhibition and fear I had felt.
Like spiders the tips of his fingers were going everywhere over my stomach and breasts at once. Suddenly one of his hands snapped up to my face, the thumb of it ran down my jaw line with the same torturously slow speed.
Shivers shot through my body. I closed my eyes, wanting no more to savor these feelings before my natural fear came crawling back. My shoes and socks were peeled from my feet by Kimihiro, his hands traveled up my legs, then ran back down to my ankles, going a little higher each time.
Faintly I heard him say something to Hideki, or was it the other way around? My panties were slid down my hips and I felt two thumbs being ran along my pelvic bones. Hidekis’ weight lifted from my body.
It was replaced by a slighter weight, Kimihiro’ weight. A low moan escaped my throat. I could feel the flesh of his legs resting on my stomach, his hot skin warming me further.
His hands pressed to my thighs right next to my most precious part. His hand pressed to my flower, separating my swollen lips with his middle finger and circling my clit with the tip. I could feel and hear myself moaning, my body craving more and more by the minute.
Another slender finger was added his circular motion sped up and I cried out with shock as well as pleasure.
My tiny mind seemed to have abandoned me, as my legs twitched slightly as each wave of pleasure flowed through me. Lust, I suppose that’s what it was, for I lusted after any Asian I ever saw, and to be half-raped by two extremely sexy Japanese guys at once was pure bliss, but was a terrifyingly exhilarating adventure as well.
Another plus to this half rape, the taking of my virginity, would be that according to the comments people have made on my enthusiastic craving to lose my virginity to an Asian is they have small dicks. No pain. Excellent.
“Kei-Chan?” My eyes fluttered open and I stared up at Kimihiro, who was now facing me. “Are you afraid? I sound like a long-term boyfriend, do I not? Pretend I am, if that makes it better for you, pretend Hideki is the sexy bisexual we asked to join us, would you like that?”
“Hai.” I whimpered, He slid down my body and rested his pale hands on my hips. His tongue escaped the cavern of my mouth and slid over my thigh, sending the same electric sparks through my body as before, only stronger.
I squirmed as almost unconsciously my hands flew to my breasts, mimicking the moves Hideki had made before moving faster and pinching harder.
“Oh…Gods!” I moaned as I felt Kimihiros’ tongue flick over my slit, before parting me lips and pressing it to my clit, hard. I arched my back and squeezed my eyes shut, “ Please, Kimihiro, take me please, Hideki…you too, please, just do what you want with me!” I begged, my eyes snapping open as Kimihiros’ tongue pulled away.
He sat back, his legs spread wide. I let my eyes wander from his eyes, to that perfect stomach of his until I was gazing at his cock. Small my arse! That had to be eight and a half inches! Kimihiro gestured for me to come to him; quickly I turned on my stomach and crawled towards him like a cat.
I sat on my knees and gazed into his face before sitting myself on his lap. He didn’t move, I didn’t breathe nor did I blink, I just thought, the same old thought, this is it, one more second, and I won’t be able to do anything, if I run they’ll kill me, they’re being nice, lulling me into a false sense of security, then they’ll take me like I’m some prostitute the picked up in Brooklyn.
And then, it was gone. Kimihiro enter me and my arms wrapped around his neck so tightly I am sure he feared his head would pop off. Surprisingly I felt no pain. I probably popped my cherry on a bicycle when I was a kid.
Kimihiro trailed soft kisses along my neck as We both awaited Hidekis more than likely painful penetration of me. Unlike I had suspected he didn’t hurt me either, instead the moment he entered me I cried out with shock as well as pleasure. “Kami-Sama!” I cried, grinding my body against theirs and arching my back against Hideki.
His graceful talented hands slid down my stomach as Kimihiro ran his tongue over my right nipple and squeezed the other with his hand.
With an exquisitely fast pace Hideki pressed two of his fingers to my clit and spun them in a figure eight. Only moments later my mind once more became a blank abyss. “Gods!” I cried, my eyes squeezed shut once more, I felt every muscle with my body tighten and to the point where I was sure I had shrunk five dress sizes.
A long gasp of pure pleasure escaped my throat as my body exploded with the power of an orgasm. I felt my face heat and I stopped moving. Stopped breathing. Stopped thinking.
I felt both boys go off within me at the same moment, and a memory with fringed edges returned to my mid, the voice of a former friend asked ‘If a guy fucks you normally and another fucks you up the ass, do their dicks touch?’ the memory was enough to give me another orgasm.
“Wow.” I whispered standing and slowly scrambling to get dressed. I slid my clothes back on and fixed my hair. Both boys were still sitting in a daze, as if it had been them who had been taken and not me.
I parted the door slightly, slid through, and slammed it shut behind me.
“Have fun?” My thirty-year-old brother asked as I fell into the front seat of his car.
“Yeah, the Edmonton mall’s a great place. There are lots of Asians in there.” I cheerfully informed him, an all-knowing smile on my lips.
“Is that so?” He asked, tilting his head.
“Yep.” I said, turning to stare out the window as he started the car.

A/N THE END!