Sakura was deep in mathematical calculations. She's been doing her
assignments since lunch and throughout the afternoon. She groaned in
frustration, unable to concentrate on solving the problem.
"Still hard at work I see. Good. Keep at it." Kero-chan said, busy
playing video games. Sakura made a face at Kero-chan's comment.
"This isn't work. This is torture. God, why did they have to make math
so hard?" Sakura swore.
Kero-chan sucked his cheeks in, his eyes still focused on the T.V.
"If you've studied hard, it would be so complicated as you think."
"You don't have to slave away on a study desk to solve impossible
calculations." Sakura snapped.
"You're right, I don't have to, since I don't need to study,"
Kero-chan replied, "but you have to. It's part of your education. So
don't fret, it's for your own good. Sakura shook her fist as a vein
snaked on her forehead.
"Stop lecturing me! You don't know how hard this is." Came Sakura's
irritated voice.
"Don't take out your anger at me, Sakura. It's your fault you didn't
study well in the first place."
They were both silent for a minute. Sakura sighed, breaking the
silence.
"Look at us, fighting over something not worth fighting over."
"Yeah." Kero-chan simply said.
"I'm so sorry, Kero-chan. You're right. It's my fault. It's just that
it's so hard." Sakura said apologetically. Kero-chan turned off the
game console. He flew toward Sakura, perching on her shoulder.
"I don't blame you for yelling. You're stressed out and besides; math
isn't one of your favorite subjects. You should do something else to
relax your head."
"You know, I might as well do that." Sakura replied cheerfully as she
set her math book aside. She took another book and started flipping
through the pages.
"May as well start with that book report." She said as she flipped to
the title page. Kero-chan's eyes widened as he read the book's title.
"Slaves of the stomach." He said in a bewildered tone. He faced
Sakura, looking at her ominously.
"Where did you get this book?"
Sakura smiled in mild embarrassment.
"Brother gave this to me."
A single drop of sweat formed on Kero-chan's head as he flew toward
the open dresser drawer, which was also his bed.
"It suits you well."
Sakura only chuckled uneasily.
"Going to sleep already?"
"Uh-huh. I'm beat."
"But you spent the whole day doing nothing." Came Sakura's surprised
voice.
"Doing nothing can be very tiring." Kero-chan said as he pulled the
covers over himself.
"Lazy bum," Sakura smirked, "this book suits you better." Sakura
finished a few pages and was turning to the next when her cell phone
rang. She grabbed the phone.
"Hello. Who is this?"
"Um... Sakura-chan...?"
It was Tomoyo.
"Tomoyo-chan, you called. What's up?"
"Um... It's... Am I bothering you?" Tomoyo asked reluctantly.
"Well, I was reading a book," Sakura eyed the book, "but it can wait.
So anyway, why did you call?"
"I... was wondering if...you'd like to... have dinner with me?" Tomoyo
hesitated
"I'd love to." Sakura replied.
"Really?"
"Yes but first I got to ask dad for permission." and with that said
Sakura raced downstairs. Tomoyo couldn't contain her joy as she
plopped on her bed. She felt a surge of triumph but at the same time
hoped and prayed that Sakura be allowed to go.
"Dad said I could go." came Sakura's voice.
"That's great!" Tomoyo exclaimed, "The car will pick you up an hour
later."
"All right. See you."
Sakura hung up, excitement visible on her face.
"Going to Tomoyo's?" Kero-chan asked sleepily from beneath the covers.
Sakura grunted happily in response.
"Be sure to take home some cake for me." He said, not even bothering
to look up.
"I will." She replied as she went to the bathroom. As she turned on
the tap for the hot water, she slowly disrobed, thinking of reasons
why Tomoyo invited her over. Is she lonely and in need of her company?
Is she going to ambush her with tape measure? Is she going to give her
a new costume? The bathtub was already filled with water. She slowly
got in the tub, disappearing in a cloud of steam.
Tomoyo sat in her room anxiously as she waited for Sakura to arrive.
The scent of a thousand roses filled the air. Every minute seemed like
an hour to her. She checked everything to the last minor detail to
make sure nothing was left out and everything was perfect. Tomoyo got
up and went to her full-length mirror to check on her looks. She
brushed her hair some more and applied lip-gloss. Content with her
looks she proceeded to sit on her seat and wait. The maid came in with
the dinner, hot and fresh from the kitchen, then left. At the same
time she heard the car honk.
"Right on schedule." She mumbled to herself as she hastily activated
her video camera, lit the candles and turned off the lights. All of
that done she returned to her seat, counting every second that passes.
Then came a knock on the door.
"Come in." Tomoyo said nervously, watching intently as the door slowly
opened. Her eyes widened at the spectacle before her. Sakura came in
wearing a yellow party dress with a white ribbon up front. She looked
more beautiful in the dim light than ever. Sakura's eyes widened as
well as she looked around Tomoyo's bedroom. Many bouquets filled the
room, the bed almost out of sight due to the dark, a table and two
chairs. Then her gaze fell on Tomoyo. Tomoyo wore a red party dress
that blended perfectly with the dark surroundings.
"Wow! What happened to your room?" Sakura asked in amazement.
"I redecorated it for this special night," Tomoyo replied sweetly.
Tomoyo approached Sakura.
"Have a seat." She said as she offered a seat to Sakura. Sakura
complied as she slowly took her seat. She looked around again, gasping
in awe. She then stared at Tomoyo whose eyes glimmered with the
candlelight. They started dinner. Tomoyo watched as Sakura nibbled her
dinner, watching her lips enclose around the juicy piece of meat.
Tomoyo pursed her lips, licking it intently. Sakura noticed the look
and blushed profusely.
"Um... Tomoyo-chan?"
"Yes?"
"Could you please not look at me like that? You're making me fell
horribly ill-mannered."
"Oh, sorry." Tomoyo regained herself as she took a bite. But she kept
on staring at Sakura watching her chew and swallow. They were silent
for a minute, both waiting for the other to start a conversation.
"I've never had honey-cured beef before." Tomoyo decided to say
something awkward to put Sakura at ease.
"Me either." Sakura replied, loosening up in spite of the richness
spread before her.
"So... why invite me to dinner?" Sakura asked. Tomoyo thought for a
while, checking herself what to say.
"I...I needed an excuse to be with you."
"An 'excuse'?"
Tomoyo regretted saying that word and decided to make up for it.
Sakura said nothing but rose from her seat. She slowly walked near the
bed, where many bouquets lay. She smelled the roses and smiled. Tomoyo
rose as well and approached Sakura, stopping behind her, awaiting her
next words.
"Is that all? You wanted to be with me?"
Tomoyo's mouth felt dry. She didn't know what to do or what to say.
She just bowed her head and closed her eyes.
"I knew it. I spoiled everything by trying hard to make everything
perfect."
"No you didn't"
Tomoyo's eyes shot open as she heard those words.
"It's sweet of you, going through all that trouble just to please me."
Tomoyo couldn't control herself any longer but ran to embrace Sakura,
Sakura receiving her with open arms. Tomoyo could fell the warmth of
her friend. She gathered the strength the courage she needed to say
what she wanted to say a long time ago.
"I... there is something I have to tell you."
"Hmmmm?"
Tomoyo released Sakura and stepped back. Her lips trembled as she
clasped her hands together, summoning every bit of courage she had.
"I... I love you, Sakura-chan. I always have."
Tomoyo felt a heavy burden being lifted from her shoulders. But that
relief was short-lived as she looked up to see Sakura eyes wide and
her mouth small. It was the greatest shock in her life. Her body
shivered and she got teary-eyed.
"I... I'm sorry if I offended you. I..." Tomoyo turned to run away but
Sakura reached out grabbing hold of her hand. Tomoyo felt Sakura's
soft hands holding her own silky smooth hands. She stopped, a tear
sliding down her cheek, faced Sakura and braced herself.
"I love you too."
Before Tomoyo could react, Sakura made the first move, kissing Tomoyo
softly on the lips. Tomoyo's head spun wildly upon feeling Sakura's
rosy lips on hers. She finally heard the words she wanted to hear and
painstakingly waited for. She moaned feeling Sakura insert her tongue
into Tomoyo's mouth. She did the same, pushing her tongue in Sakura's
mouth. Tomoyo groped at Sakura's back, undoing her zipper. Sakura knew
what Tomoyo wanted to do so she broke the kiss, focusing on undressing
one another. As their clothes started to fall to the floor one by one,
Tomoyo was the happiest girl in the world. Making love to Sakura was
not in the plan but now it was her top priority, to make Sakura happy.
With their garments off Sakura resumed the kiss, feeling their bodies
rub against each other. Their young erect nipples were in direct
contact as they rubbed against each other. Tomoyo this time broke the
kiss, pushed Sakura softly on the bed and got on top of her. Sakura
flopped on the soft bed, eyes slanted seductively and her mouth
slightly open waiting for Tomoyo to make the next move. Tomoyo smiled
lustfully a** she moved closer, taking Sakura's erect n****e in her
mouth. Sakura gasped as Tomoyo suckled on her young breast stopping
from time to time to play with it with her wet tongue. Tomoyo's hand
traveled down to Sakura's p***y and started to rub her lips. Sakura
moaned as she felt her p***y get hot and wet from Tomoyo's rubbing.
Tomoyo stopped her suckling and focused on masturbating Sakura. She
rubbed harder then pushed her finger in gently.
"Uuuuhhhh!"
Sakura arched her back as she felt Tomoyo's finger slip inside her wet
throbbing p***y. She moaned louder and started to move her hips along,
slowly grinding herself on Tomoyo's finger. Tomoyo smiled at the girl
whimpering at her every touch. She could feel Sakura's v****a muscles
contracting on her finger, as it got increasingly hot and wet. She
liked the feeling as she continued to push her finger in and out,
faster and harder. Sakura's moaning heightened as intense feelings
washed over her. Almost instinctively she massed her young tits. She
rocked her hips harder to increase the pleasure. Tomoyo knew that
Sakura was going to explode her juices, and that's what she wanted.
"That's it Sakura-chan. Moan and scream my name." Tomoyo encouraged as
she rammed her finger hard into Sakura.
"Stop!!!"
Tomoyo ceased her fingering and looked up to Sakura, puzzled.
"Why Sakura-chan? You almost came."
Sakura shook her head violently.
"Just take it out! Please!"
Tomoyo complied and slowly pulled her juice-coated finger out of
Sakura's wet hole. Sakura moaned as she felt Tomoyo's finger leave
her. Both girls were a little disappointed but Sakura wanted to savor
the moment. Sakura rolled Tomoyo on her back. She smiled wickedly as
she took Tomoyo's wet ahnd and gingerly placed it on Tomoyo's sex and
started to rub it. Tomoyo moaned. She liked the sloshy feeling of
Sakura's juices on her bare lips. Sakura stopped rubbing and brought
her face to Tomoyo's p***y, forcing her face to it, licking
innocently, not knowing which parts to stimulate. Tomoyo gasped and
whimpered as Sakura continued to lick her girlhood. Tomoyo opened her
legs wider so Sakura could lick and experience more of her. Sakura
noticed a nub and looked at it curiously. She decided to give it a
lick.
"Aaaahhhh!"
Tomoyo cried out as Sakura focused on that spot. Each stroke of
Sakura's tongue on c**t caused her to shriek even more. Her wetness
increased and her body got hotter. Sakura took the advantage and
started to lap at Tomoyo's juices. Just then Tomoyo, knowing that she
was about to orgasm, pushed Sakura's head away. Both girls were
panting heavily.
"I... I want to taste you too."
Sakura smiled, shifting to a 69 position. Their soaked pussies faced
the others face. Tomoyo inhaled deeply, enjoying the musky sweet smell
of Sakura's sex. She licked her lips intently before proceeding to
stimulate her partner. Sakura cried out as she felt Tomoyo's tongue
swirl around her c**t. It seems Tomoyo also knows a girl's pleasure
spots. Sakura retaliated by shoving her tongue into Tomoyo's juicy
p***y. They moaned as they licked each other, the taste of their love
juices exiting them even more. Their cries and moans grew louder and
more frequent as their moment drew near. They slowly moved their hips,
moving along with each other's tongue. Tomoyo, tears falling o her
cheeks, moaned loudly as she licked Sakura. She was visibly happy, as
well as Sakura, who continued to swirl her tongue in Tomoyo's sex.
They didn't care if anyone heard them. The love they share for each
other, the feel of their bude bodies against each other, the pleasure
that's driving them wild, that's all that mattered. Suddenly they
shrieked loudly as they came together. Their love juices spurting and
flowing out of their pussies on each other's face, lips and in to
their mouths. Sakura moved up thighs, legs and face sticky with juices
as she kissed Tomoyo, tasting their love juices in their mouths,
enjoying their orgasm. Exhausted but satisfied, they nestled in each
other's arms, breathing deeply.
"Sakura-chan, that was indescribable." Tomoyo whispered.
"We should do this more often." Sakura suggested.
"Yeah, everyday if possible."
They gave each other a slow sensuous kiss. Tomoyo licked her lips and
smiled.
"I guess that was dessert." she cracked.
Tomoyo's comments on having hot sticky girl c** for dessert made them
laugh hard. Sakura wiped off the tears in Sakura's eyes and smiled.
"I love you, Tomoyo-chan." Sakura said sleepily.
"I love you too, Sakura-chan." Tomoyo replied.
They held each other as they drifted to a deep sleep.
Outside the room, Sonomi smiled and took out her cellphone.
"Hello, Fujitaka."
"Sonomi, you called," a voice came, "is something wrong?"
"Everything is okay," she replied, "Sakura is going to spend the night
here. Is that fine with you?"
"She didn't bring any pajamas. I'll drop by and-"
"No need, Fujitaka." Sonomi smiled slyly.
"Well, okay if you say so. By the way, is Sakura having a great time?"
"Having a great time?" Sonomi repeated, "Of course she is."
She hung up and chuckled mischievously to herself.
"You'd be surprised, Fujitaka."
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