wheel of time

Orihime and Rangiku , what really happened between the bath and dinner part one.



‘That’s right, drown your sorrows in my chest!’ the naked blond soothed.



Rangiku had never been afraid of using her body to get exactly what she wanted. She had learned quickly that most men’s minds ceased to function if she lent forward just little, or wiggled her hips when she walked. When you are blessed with the proportions of a goddess you may as well use your assets. But that didn’t mean that you couldn’t use your assets for good. She saw a lot of herself in the young human now sobbing between her valley. Perhaps it was the breasts and the hair. ‘Poor silly little girl.’



She saw a lot of herself in the young human now sobbing between her valley. Perhaps it was the breasts and the hair. Poor silly little girl, but perhaps she had a way to cheer her up, by making the girl feel a little bit more sexy.



Rangiku’s confidence had always come from knowing she could seduce anyone. Of course that had made her highly unpopular among some of the female shinignami. Soifon especially had leaded a campaign of hate against the young Rangiku. Apparently she felt that Rangiku’s advancement was undeserved, and she had overheard Soifon saying that ‘Matsumotto was giving a bad name to all the women in the soul society.



Now that had annoyed her no end. And the young blond decided to confront the special services leader, stalking as angry as a cat in to the captain’s cambers. And so hands on hips a very annoyed tigress stood before the hornet sitting at her desk doing her paperwork.



‘What do you want matsumoto?’



‘How about you explain to me why you have been spreading rumors about me?’



The dark haired woman looked up, not expecting the lieutenant to appear o anything other than official business.



‘Well?’



Soifion snorted. ‘I don’t need to spread rumors about you; your reputation speaks for itself!’



Rangiku growled. Her silver eyes flashing. She stalked closer to the captain. ‘What is it exactly that you hate so much?’



She placed both palms flat on the desk, leaning over it. Sifion couldn’t help her eyes desperate flickering between the woman in front of her’s breasts and beautiful face. The normally slightly haughty expression replaced with a fierce scowl.



‘What are you jealous of exactly!’ Rangiku demanded.



‘Why would I be jealous of a piece of trash like you!’ Sifion scowled, and turned her face.



‘oh really!’ Rangiku was incensed. ‘Its because of these perhaps?!’



Before the caption knew what was happening, Rangiku had opened her top, baring her bare breasts. Sifion turned bright red.



Rangiku walked around the desk, her breasts bouncing with every step. ‘Or is it what I do with them, are you jealous of the way all the men look at them. Do you wish they looked at you like that little Sifion?’



Rangiku now pined the caption to her chair, her bared breasts now only a few inches from her face, jijling up and down with Rangiku’s angry breaths. ‘Do you wish the men desired you like they do me, that they would touch you and kiss you like they do to me?’



‘No not the men!’ The caption finally exclaimed. Relising as soon as she said it but to late to recall it sifrion slapped her hands to her mouth mortified.



The blond woman smiled, and raised an eyebrow in faint amusement. ‘I see, your jealous that you can’t have me.’



‘That’s not what I said!’



‘No but it’s what you want.’



Rangiku, believed that you should use what ever strengths you had to defeat an enemy, gin had taught her that, well her body was a deadly seductive weapon, and if this didn’t silence the bitch than nothing would. And so she lent down a little and pressed her lips to the dark haired captains. ‘I have never been with a woman before.’ She admitted with a dazzling smile. ‘You know I have always thought you were kind of cute in a waspish way?’



Sofion couldn’t believe what she was hearing. Matsumotto, the wet dream of every man in the soul society was whispering that she wanted to have sex with her. As she regained her senses she relised that the blond woman was climbing on to her lap and clever fingers were undoing her braids.



More importantly those huge, perfect breasts were pressing in to her face. Sofion shifted a little and was faced with one of Rangiku’s dusky nipples. The more she starred it the more tempting it became, and tentatively she drew the woman’s nipple in to her warm mouth.



‘Oh yes, don’t be shy.’ Rangiku cooed, gently peting her head, like s mother soothing a child. In a strange way been engulfed by this pair of huge boobs reminded sofion of been a baby, the sent of flowers and the talcum power Rangiku used to keep her valley from getting sweaty was an comforting sent, one that encouraged you to burry yourself deep within her cleft.



And so Sofion did, nuzzling, kissing and licking at the glorious, soft yet firm globes. Perfect like ripe fruit. Rangiku despite her bravado was at a bit of a loss what to do exactly. She was an expert in pleasing a man, but how about a woman. As she gently massaged the captains head with nimble fingers she tried to recall all the best tricks that men had used on her over they years.



Slowly she sank down again, so that she was once again level with the captain’s eyes. And once again here lisp met, he fingers still twisted in sofion’s dark locks wavy from her plats. Kissing a girl was different from a man she thought, softer, gentler, there tongues they danced rather than dueled. Slowly the passion of the kiss built. Sofios hands began to silk strands of her lover’s long bond hair through her fingers, and Rangiku responded with a low purr.



Sofion slowly pushed Rangiku down to the floor. The blond stretched out with a cat like gesture that reminded Sofion somewhat of Yourichi. Both women had a sexual self assuredness that she couldn’t help but feel attracted to. And with fervor she stretched out over the blond goddess meeting her lips again. Rangiku enjoyed the new kissing technique, the woman on top of her would slowly rub her lips over Rangiku’s own, and then she would gently deepen the kiss, slowly slipping her tongue in to tease.



Clever fingers divested the blond haired woman of the last of her clothes. But not to be left out she swiftly divested her partner of hers. They ley looking at each other. As different as night to day. One blond and tall, with the full bosomed curves of a mature woman, the other, small dark, wiry and boyish.



Smoldering dark eyes met sparkling silver ones. Nothing separated them now, and they explored each others body with soft caresses. Soifion reveled in the silky softness of her lover’s skin; it was like stroking a peach. Rangiku was fascinated by the familiar yet different make up of the smaller woman’s body. Not as solid as the men she had been in, and she was smaller than Rangiku was not larger which was in itself a novelty. Yet the woman she was with’s body was strong but in a lithe way, she cupped the woman’s small breast in her hand and smiled, so that’s what having small breasts would feel like.



‘Sifion, I don’t know what to do, please show me hoe to touch you.’



‘If you show me too.’



In tandem there fingers twined lower, each guided by the others free hand to rest in the curls of the other. Slowly they began to rub each others clit. Again there mouths met, kissing and licking and nipping. Both moaned and panted in to each others mouths as they tried to mirror each others actions. At the same time they sank slender fingers in to already twitching wet holes. Before long they both burst, it was a lazy orgasm, one that had built slowly, but spread through every limb, as a delicious warmth and tingling.



They ley against each other, languidly kissing, Rangiku sighed and got up, still gloriously naked. ‘ I had better get back to work.’



She left with a kiss and a wink. Sifion was left wondering what exactly happened, but decided that she was never going to be able to look at that busty woman in quite the same way ever again.



Rangiku remembered that first time with a woman fondly. Right now she looked down at the girl in her arms.



‘Have you ever kissed anyone before Orihime?’



‘What, Rangiku, what do you…’



The older woman cut her off by kissing her gently.



‘Now that’s not so scary is it?’ The blond grind. Orihime looked shocked, and was sitting very, very still.



‘I, I er…’



‘Look, if you want to attract a man, you have to know that you’re sexy. Look at yourself Orihime, your pretty, and you, like me have big boobs, don’t be afraid of flaunting them. If you want to kiss someone, and they are single then do. Ok.’



‘Thank you Rengiku.’



Tôshirô Hitsugaya was watching from his place on the roof, of which he almost fell off when he saw his second step out of the bathroom naked and accost the human girl. And now she just kissed her! Resolutely he turned his back, ‘I’m too young for this!’ He groaned with an uncharacteristic blush.