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Flowers and Strawberry	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female > Ichigo/Orihime Views: 34655 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I was trying to think of ideas for my other story this one came into mind, so I wrote it down.
"How did things go?" Tatsuki asked over the phone. She struggled to keep her tone mellow, but she had let the anxiousness slip into it. She wasn't sure why she was the one who felt anxiety. It was Orihime who was trying to move her relationship with Ichigo to the next level not her. Well she was like Orihime's older sister. The raven haired girl had been looking out for the red-orange haired girl since they met in middle school. She was not just protective of Orihime, but also took joy in her triumphs. The flip side was that she also felt her fears and worried when she had problems. Orihime's frustrations with Ichigo's prudishness were so tangible that she could taste it. Tatsuki's solution was to seduce Ichigo until he couldn't stand it anymore and he took the initiative. Orihime was a babe and Ichigo was a guy. There was only so much willpower until he snapped, allowed his baser instincts take control, and went for it. She thought that, but there was still not guarantee it would work. For the last few hours the second strongest woman in Japan was anxious to hear from her naïve best friend to see how it went. Her focus was so split that she was glad to not have karate practice or she would have been slammed quite a few times. She waited for as long as she could before she decided to phone Orihime. In her defense she waited until 8 o'clock.
"Um….well….things went….." Orihime trailed off. She expected to get a call from Tatsuki to find out what happened. She had hoped to tell her this in person because it felt less embarrassing. Perhaps she was being a bit paranoid, but she couldn't help, but think that someone could be listening in on their call. Yes, that was paranoid. Tatsuki's mother could over hear them talk if she passed by Tatsuki's room. Oh god what would she think of Orihime if she found out she had recently given her virginity to her boyfriend and now lover? Arisawa-san had always thought well of her. She didn't want that to disappear.
"Well what?" Tatsuki urged, a bit impatient. She flopped down on her bed waiting for Orihime to continue. Gossip was the one typical girly thing she actually did. She didn't start or pass rumors around thank you very much, but she and Orihime did trade secrets with each other. She had recently told the Goddess of Karakura High that she found a certain blue eyed, glasses wearing, student council president attractive.
"Is your mom around?" Orihime asked timidly. The healer was sitting on her couch. It was odd to think that a few hours ago that this couch had been where she and Ichigo made love on. That thought turned her scarlet with giddy. She couldn't believe they made love! Her ears picked up the expected groan. She heard ruffling in the background that told her Tatsuki had opened her door to find out her mother's whereabouts. Some time went by she heard the door close.
"My mom is down stairs watching her favorite program. We have twenty minutes until she moves from that spot, so spill it. Did Ichigo perform?" Tatsuki fell backwards onto her bed. She now stared at the ceiling waiting for her friend to find the guts to tell her what happened.
"He came over and I did what you suggested. I was flirty and did all these things like tug on my shirt, opened up my shirt to show him part of my breasts, I crossed my legs when we sat on the couch, and I told him I took a shower and soaped my body. He got all hot and bothered."
"Orihime, you naughty girl!" she exclaimed in awe. She couldn't believe her ears. Tatsuki suggested some things, but Orihime thought of a good deal of stuff on her own, like the shower bit. It was genius. Her friend was not as naïve or as innocent as she appeared to be. "There is no way you are going to tell me he didn't make a move after all of that."
"Well he didn't," she said meekly.
"Uh! That dumbass still didn't go for it? Is he gay?"
"Tatsuki-chan!" screamed Orihime. Her gentle disposition was replaced with mild anger. With her natural warmth it made her angry expression akin to a child pouting. "Kurosaki-kun is not gay. He was just being respectful of me."
"I am telling you any guy who can pass up a girl with your type of body basically throwing themselves at him is not playing for our team."
"Hmph, I am not going to tell you what happened now," she pouted.
"Ok, ok, I am sorry. Now please tell me if you are still a virgin or not!" This was the third time she asked. Orihime kept avoiding it. Not, that it wasn't amusing to poke fun of Ichigo's prude behavior and hearing about Orihime being daring, but she still wanted to know if her plan was successful.
"You are sure your mom isn't around?"
"Orihime!" Tatsuki bellowed. Her ire unleashed. A vein formed on her forehead.
"We did it!" squeaked a frightened Orihime. Even though she knew Tatsuki was miles away from her she still felt as though she were about to be reprimanded as she normally was when Tatsuki was fed up with her. The healer wouldn't be surprised if Tatsuki had the ability to put her hand through the phone and hit her from the other end. Instead of feeling a thump on her head (which was illogical considering they were not in the same room) Orihime heard a shout so loud that she had to take the phone away from her ear or it would have been ruptured. When her ears no longer could hear it she cautiously put it near her ear again.
"I told you! Once you showed him what you wanted he was more than willing to oblige." Her trademark victory grin was plastered on her face. Her girl had most certainly pulled off a spectacular victory. Millions of questions formed in her mind. Did it hurt? How was it? Was it as good as everyone made it out to be? Was Ichigo any good? But knowing how reserved her best friend was in these matters she decided to limit her questions to something that did not require a lot of details, so she could get an answer out of her. "How was it?" This time she did not hide her fascination. Until today both of them had never experienced the pleasures of the flesh. The raven haired woman was curious about sex. It was one of the things that seemed to center around teenage life.
Orihime took a deep breath before answering. She retrieved her memories of her union with her beloved and all of the emotions that had vibrated through her body. "It was embarrassing at first."
"Why was it embarrassing?" Tatsuki asked almost immediately.
"It was the first time I was naked in front of Kurosaki-kun. I knew I would be, but when it actually happened I got so nervous that I couldn't look him in the eye."
Suddenly the older sister in her flared up. "That guy didn't rush you did he?" She wasn't exactly asking, but more of demanding.
Orihime giggled. "No. He was very patient with me. He was so gentle. Like always he put me first." The healer exhaled fondly. "Things were awkward at first, but once we got used to it things got better."
"Was it painful?"
"Yes," she answered truthfully. "It hurt a lot at first, but it passed after some time went by."
Feeling lucky Tatsuki decided to press on. "Did you like it?" She could have sworn Orihime's embarrassment was so strong that she could hear her blush.
"….Y-Yes. I liked it…." Her voice seemed to have abandoned her. It was an accomplishment that she had conveyed any words at all.
"Well I guess I know what you and Ichigo will be doing from now on." She couldn't resist taking advantage of the situation. She counted up to three when Orihime whined into her ear. 'She is too easy,' Tatsuki thought.
"Tatsuki-chan!" she wailed. This wasn't a laughing matter, not to Orihime. She had given herself to Ichigo completely. Both their bodies and their hearts were united. She had never felt closer to him then in that moment. The goddess refused to allow that precious moment in time to be tainted even by her pseudo sister's harmless joke. "What Kurosaki-kun and I did….it was special."
Tatsuki had known Orihime long enough to sense when she offended. Shame wormed its way into her heart. The grin disappeared. "Listen, I am an idiot. I am sorry for joking about this. You are right. It was special. I was afraid your first time would be with some jackass who just wanted you for sex and would leave you after he got what he wanted. Did you know why I have never tried to talk you out of having sex with Ichigo?" The other end of the line was silent. She knew the healer was contemplating her question. "I know that Ichigo is the type of guy who would hold you afterwards and tell you he loves you. I make fun of him being a prude, but I was happy he felt shame almost because I knew I was correct. He loves you for you."
"Yes he does." Her beautiful face relaxed. Memories of her time together with Ichigo that past year came flooding back. All of the kind words, sincere gestures, declarations of protection and love, passed right before her eyes. This is what it felt like to be loved. He meant so much to her. The warmth in her heart was indescribable. If she tried to put into it words it would sound so silly. She would say something like her heart felt tight like it was getting a really big hug. "I love him," she said more to herself than to Tatsuki.
"You made sure to use protection right?" Big sister mode activated again.
"Yes, of course we did!" Once again she took mild offense. She appreciated Tatsuki's guidance and how she always looked after her, but there times when even Orihime felt a little smothered. True she was naïve on some matters or missed underlining meaning hidden in suggestive words, but she was responsible.
"I am just making sure!" Tatsuki defended. "You don't want to be a senior with a baby this time next year," she lectured. When did she start to channel her mother? She heard words similar to that ever since she was thirteen and started her journey to womanhood. "I take it your frustrations are gone." Not waiting for an answer the raven haired woman continued, "Exactly how many times did you relieve stress?"
"AH! Tatsuki-chan, that is too personal!" Orihime argued. Her face was red as a tomato. The healer had a mini panic attack at Tatsuki's bold question.
"Hey you can't blame me for trying," she quipped.

School was as uneventful as ever. The amount of work they were given was almost monstrous in size. Keigo said it was crime to give out so much work. Ichigo found himself agreeing with his over dramatic friend for once. It was understandable. June was reaching its end and finals were fast approaching. There was five weeks before the term ended. The ex-substitute was ready for summer break to start. He needed a month free from any school work. As far he was concerned August could not come fast enough. The break would hurt the side business he had started up. Thanks to his training as a shinigami his spirit body had was conditioned to its absolute peak. When his spirit body reunited with his physical body it was altered to match the changes in his physical body. While his reiatsu was long gone his physical abilities were at their peak. This came in handy when he participated in sports. Ichigo was perhaps the best athlete at his school, second to perhaps Chad. The silent giant's physical strength was already abnormal even before he developed his spiritual power. Ichigo never thought of playing any sports on a school club or team originally. He had no real interest in afterschool activities. One day he allowed himself to be roped into replacing an injured third baseman in the baseball club by a freshman, Izo. The kid had offered to pay him up to 6000 yen to play for the team. The offer was too tempting to pass up and he agreed to it.
Baseball was a bit too boring for Ichigo's tastes, but he easily excelled at it. He not only caught every ball that came at him, but he also got the ball to the other members of the team almost as soon as it came to his glove. The carrot top continued to impress when he got to the plate. He hit every ball regardless of what type of pitch was thrown at him. Every time he hit the ball it went out of the park much to horror of the opposing team and to elation of his team members. Instantly he became the ace of the team. The captain decided to substitute him in with the pitcher and he stroke out more people than the previous one. Only the most skilled players being able to hit a pitch he threw. Needless to say the game ended with Ichigo's team the victor. The captain and various other members begged him to stay, but he refused. Baseball wasn't his thing, plus he had a job. He couldn't come to all their practices anyway. After that day the legend of his athletic feats spread. Other clubs and teams of sport affiliates in need of player or a secret weapon pleaded with him to play. They offered to pay him. He was reluctant at first, but when he started getting later shifts and he gotten a better handle of homework he started to accept jobs. Ichigo never joined a team or club permanently. He issued contracts for teams. He would give them his services for a certain amount of time based on what they were willing to pay. Ichigo had no real complaints. It was a nice side job that he could take on whenever he felt like. The pay was good. He was on his way to a job right now. He sat in the locker room finishing dressing. The basketball team had made a contract with him for four days, starting today. He was getting 8000 yen for it!
Basketball was more his speed. He would be moving more than he did in baseball. Ichigo tied his shoes. He arose from the bench. He wore the team's jersey along with the shorts. "The uniforms are better for this warm weather," he told himself. Ichigo closed the locker that would be his for the next four days, secured it so that his school uniform and street clothes would be safe from theft. Satisfied Ichigo left the locker room and went into the gym. His current teammates were already running through drills. "I see they started early. I better hurry up." He prepared to jog over to the court when he was stopped.
"Kurosaki-kun!" called a familiar warm innocent voice.
He turned to his left to find his heart stopping girlfriend and tomboy old friend standing on the sidelines, waving at him. Orihime was waving energetically while Tatsuki's wave was much subtler.
"Hey. What are you two doing here?" The bright orange haired boy walked over to the pair of best friends. "I thought you had to work today." Orihime gave him a brief hug when he was close enough. He could have sworn she lingered for just a bit. "Don't tell me both of you have today off us well."
Tatsuki answered, "No. It is nothing like that. We just have some time to kill before we have to go in. This one…" She pointed her thumb at her bubbly near ditz of a best friend. The healer wore her typical huge smile. "….wanted to come watch you before we left, so I tagged along."
Ichigo took his attention off of Tatsuki and put it on Orihime. He noticed that her smile was an inch wider than normal. The jewels that were her brown eyes sparkled more. She felt livelier for some reason. He wondered what was responsible for brightening his already bright girlfriend. His thoughts of the previous day flashed before his eyes. The desperate touches and passionate kisses they shared made him blush. Before either girl could discover his condition he put his back to them, pretending to watch the basketball team go through drills. Could that be it though? Could Orihime's chipper mood be the effects of the afterglow of their love making? He knew that after they had sex he felt this strange overwhelming happiness overtake him. He broke out in a stupid ass smile every few seconds. Pride or gratification, which was the source of that happiness or was it both or neither? Ichigo was in a better mood than he had been in weeks. "Inoue, you came here to watch me?" he choked out.
Orihime nodded her head then realized with Ichigo's back on her that he could not see her. "Yes. I wanted to support, Kurosaki-kun," she said as a matter of fact.
Before the former vizard could stop himself a smirk formed. She was there to support him. That wasn't a surprise. It was just like his goddess. She was always so generous. Putting all of her loved ones on a pedestal, Orihime would do everything within her power and then some to lend them some help. Ichigo was always on the top of her list. "Thanks for coming out to support me. I don't want you to be late to work just to see me play a game though."
"There is no need to worry. I still have forty minutes before I have to go into the bakery. I can watch you play for a little bit and still have enough time to get over there," she explained. The auburn beauty had made it a point to come see him play before she had to go to work. Watching her beloved Kurosaki-kun in nothing but a thin almost form fitting jersey and shorts was an opportunity she could not pass up. Never had she been so glad that Ichigo could not read minds. If he could read her thoughts right now it would not only turn her red, but him as well. She couldn't help it though! It wasn't her fault her boyfriend was incredibly hot with a great body! She was only human after all.
"Seems like you have everything under control," Ichigo remarked. "Just remember to keep your eye on the time," he lectured. Orihime smiled at him, but her eyes held an amused gleam. She held back her tongue, but he could tell she found his mother hen act to very humorous. He knew that he got annoying at times with all how he fretted over her. Sometimes it was typical boyfriend stuff and other times it was board a line fathering. She was patient with him. It was with subtle looks like this that told him politely that she was not a little girl without injuring his protective nature. Ichigo said no more and just gave her a small smile. "Sorry," he muttered. "You aren't a little girl. You know what you are doing. I'll try not to be so annoying."
Orihime responded by widening her smile. Her child-like demeanor made her face look like five year old girl that had light up at the sight of her favorite treat. "You are not annoying, Kurosaki-kun. I know you are just concerned about me." She bowed before him to his surprise. "Thank you for your concern, Kurosaki-kun."
Uncomfortable with her humility the ex-substitute rubbed a hand through his hair. "You don't really have to bow you know." The Goddess of Karakura High stood tall once more and continued to give her good graces to him with her happy inducing smile. Tatsuki watching the exchange between the couple found herself thinking that despite what appeared to be opposing personalities that the two oddly colored haired teens were similar and their difference actually complimented each other well. On paper it didn't seem like they would work, but they did.
"Yo, Ichigo," she called, getting his attention away from Orihime. "How are you going to planning on playing with the basketball team and going to your job? You have a four day contract with these guys. They have a big game coming up this weekend, which I assume is why they hired you for such a long time. Their practices are going to be long. It will interfere with your shifts."
Ichigo frowned at her. "I got some time off," he said simply.
Doubt moved right into her face. She didn't believe what Ichigo said was true. Four days off back to back with no questions asked. It sounded far-fetched. "Your boss let you take four days off in a row?" Tatsuki did nothing to disguise her skepticism. Her suspicions were confirmed when his eyebrow twitched the way it always did when he was caught in a lie.
"Well not exactly." He scratched his face guiltily. "I called in sick today."
Tatsuki showed her disapproval with a sigh. "That figures. If you are caught you are going to get fired."
If Ichigo was worried he did not visibly show it. He gave the same disinterested look he always had on. "Don't concern yourself with it. I have things under control." His eyes went back to the team. "I don't want to be late to my first practice. I'll talk to you two later."
"Wait, Kurosaki-kun," Orihime pleaded.
"What is it?" The next thing he knew Orihime pushed her lips against his in a quick kiss.
"Good luck!" The healer hurried him along.
A smugness engulfed Ichigo. His gaze lingered on his Hime before he ran off to join the team. He had more of an incentive to play his best beside the money.
Back turned against them her beloved could not see that her stare gone to his backside. Perhaps she was not thinking or that her memories from the previous day still lit her libido Orihime stared almost unashamedly. She narrowed her eyes to get a better view. She really, really, loved that uniform. His butt was so tight. Desire within her stomach was definitely stirred. She was engrossed with her boyfriend's buttock that she failed to realize that Tatsuki observed her inappropriate behavior. The black belt had to stuff a back a laugh. If she had not seen it with her own eyes she probably wouldn't have believed it.
'Orihime is checking out Ichigo's ass! Oh my god! These two are going to have problems keeping their hands off each other now,' Tatsuki thought. "See something you like, Orihime," she whispered.
Awakened from her trance Orihime blinked a few times. Her senses slowly returned. She realized that she had been staring at Ichigo's butt. What was worse was that Tatsuki had caught her in the act. She would never hear the end of it. Her entire face was inflamed in bright red. "Uh….Wha…..I um….you know….I wasn't looking at Kurosaki-kun's butt! I mean…No I was just…you know…it was…Ah!" She tripped over her own words. She desperately tried to put together coherent words. Try as she might it did not seem that her wishes would be answered. "I didn't mean to look at Kurosaki-kun's butt!" she muttered near soundlessly. The red-orange haired princess looked anywhere, but Ichigo and Tatsuki.
Tatsuki held her tongue for a change. She would let Orihime live this time. Besides it would be far more entertaining to watch Orihime drive herself into lusty stroke ogling Ichigo like a horny school girl, pun intended.

She couldn't concentrate. No matter how hard she tried to keep her mind focused on her homework it still kept drifting off. Orihime and Ichigo were sitting at his desk in his room doing their homework. She found it difficult to concentrate that evening which made Math particularly more difficult to grasp. After another fierce erasing storm Ichigo asked if she needed help. He tutored her on the lesson from the class period that day. The red head just could not follow him. It was frustrating because she usually picked things up faster than this. She groaned, but Ichigo kept encouraging her by saying she would get it like she always did. He said she was third in their year for a reason last year. Had her brain been clear he would have been right, but it was fogged by images of his practice earlier that afternoon.
Orihime and Tatsuki had stayed at the gym for fifteen minutes before leaving. The minute Ichigo stepped on the court her light brown orbs were glued to him. He was fantastic. The way he moved made all the other players look like they were moving in slow motion. He duped players into going right when he went left or skillfully dodged hands reaching out for the orange ball. In the first five minutes of practice players guarding Ichigo were sweating up a storm, while the ex-substitute was fresh as ever. Orihime witness him make three point shots as easily as breathing. Eventually Ichigo broke a sweat and he glistened. Something in Orihime just ignited. Seeing her boyfriend dominate every player that guarded him was a turn on. It sounded clichéd, but watching his garments cling tightly to his glistening body, revealing defining muscles was so stimulating. Tatsuki snickered and shot knowing glances at her, while Orihime had enough of her wits about to look embarrassed, but she still kept stealing glances at Ichigo until they left for work. Poor Orihime had to endure Tatsuki's teasing all the way from the school until they went to the bakery. At the bakery she had been so distracted with work that she had no time to think about Ichigo. Being in his presence revived those steamy memories unfortunate.
She felt so ashamed. Not because her feelings were wrong, but because Ichigo was trying his best to help her with her homework. If she could control her pesky erotic thoughts she could get it and not be problem for him. "Ha," sighed the healer.
Ichigo turned his head to look at a crestfallen Orihime. Seeing her so down made his stomach churn. He never liked to see her face dragged down by grief. He placed his hand over hers and clasped her slender fingers. "Hey, you are being too hard on yourself. You'll get it," he reassured her. She managed to bring out a smile of appreciation. He felt her squeeze his hand back gently.
"I am not worried about that. I just hate to make you waste your time."
"You aren't wasting my time." His tone was a bit higher than he would have liked it to be. As a result Orihime was taken aback slightly. She looked at him with those apologetic doe-like eyes. Damn it. Every time he saw that face he would feel so remorseful that he wanted to kick his own ass for making her feel like that. "I didn't mean to yell. Sorry."
"It is ok. I should be apologizing to you." He opened his mouth to protest, but squeezed his hand again to cut him off. Understanding her wishes the ex-substitute shinigami remained silent. "I have a confession. There is a reason why I am having such a hard time understanding this." With her free hand stroked a few strands of her red hair. "My mind has been somewhere else. When you are explaining how to solve problems I keep going to that place. I don't mean too, but it just happens."
This was odd. In all the time he had known Orihime had never been scatterbrained. Contrary to popular belief she was not an airhead. She was zany and had a wild imagination, but when it came to important things such as school or work she usually had her focus on that. She was quite intelligent. It wasn't unheard of for people to daydream though. Ichigo did so himself during class or work more times than he should. He couldn't be too upset with her doing something like that. He was more interested in what was on her mind that caused her to wander. "If you don't mind me asking and if you do you don't have to answer, what is it you keep thinking about?"
The healer stroked the back of her head and laughed awkwardly. Her nerves flared up. "I was afraid you would ask that," she said to herself. She fidgeted in her seat. "Basketball practice," she muttered.
He frowned in confusion. Her tone was much too weak for his ears to hear. "What?"
She inhaled her strength and exhaled all of her demons. "I keep thinking about your practice."
Her reply did little to clarify anything. He continued to look puzzled by her admission. "My basketball practice is what you keep thinking about. Why?"
Clearing her throat the healer prepared to elaborate her answer. "You know you looked very good in that uniform, very…..hot."
His eyes widened in amazement, although his surprise was short lived. A prideful smirk emerged from his lips. "So you liked the uniform?" he asked even though they both knew the answer. Orihime's lips parted in the wake of pearly white smile. She blushed as a laugh escaped her. She was so cute when she was bashful. "Babe, were you checking me out today?" She nodded her head up and down still quite bashful. Flattered by her admiration of his body Ichigo found that he was in a bout with bashfulness as well. He knew Orihime was attracted to him, but he always felt he succumbed to Orihime's feminine charms more than she fell for his masculine features. It felt nice to have her aroused. "I am a bad influence on you," he joked. She playfully hit him in the shoulder.
"Don't say that!" She wanted to be upset at his remark, but it was too funny for her to scowl at. "Seeing you out there, out playing everyone, making all those shots was kind of a turn on," Orihime revealed. She didn't shy away from him. Instead she met him right in the eye with a courage that even she was unaware she had. The wide smile shrunk into a smaller much more personal smile. Hazel spheres became infected with a strong desire.
Ichigo's mouth became very dry. He knew that look from yesterday. It was the same alluring mischievous gleam she had when she opened the door of her apartment. It captivated his entire being. How could she be so god damn sexy with just a look? The pounding he heard was his heart as it beat against his chest cavity. "Really?" His voice was strained, almost breathless like he had run 20 laps. She scooted closer to him something that did not escape his notice. His Hime silently responded. He inched closer to her, leaving virtually no space between them. The strawberry scent her hair gave off caressed his nostrils, bringing him to his knees. "Do you have some uniform fetish? First you were asking me if I got to keep the baseball jersey and now you are telling me you loved the basketball uniform."
"I don't know about that, but I do know that I am attracted to you." He lunged at her. Their lips met. He wasn't holding back anything. He consumed her lips, unwilling to let them go as if he feared they would disappear if he stopped. Orihime was not showing much restraint either. She sought to quench her hunger, having grown a taste for his lips. She touched anything she could. Hands traveled to his neck, to his shoulders, to his hair, she just couldn't decide where to place her hands. Ichigo did not seem to have that problem. She felt his fingertips tickle her cheeks. He stimulated her skin with light strokes. He moaned into her mouth, begging her for access. The healer granted his request, allowing him in. Their tongues greeted each other as old friends. It became painfully obvious that their heated actions were not suited for chairs. It was Orihime who chained her hormones for the time being and removed her lips. "Let's….move to…the bed," she breathed out.
Ichigo tried to catch his breath. His eyes were still laced with lust. "Yeah," he spoke quickly. Before she could say anything else he stole another kiss. They engaged in a series of short yet feverish kisses. They exited their seats. While they attempted to go to his bed without breaking their contact it proved problematic. Ichigo's leg hit his chair, knocking it down and causing a bit of a racket. 'Damn!' he thought. His family heard that noise. They would be curious as what was going on.
"Onii-chan!" shouted a concerned Yuzu.
For once he hated being right. Reluctantly he broke away from a frustrated Orihime. "We are fine, Yuzu! I just knocked a chair over!" Hopefully this would end any more questions. He wasn't so fortunate.
"Are you alright? Did you hurt yourself or Onee-chan?"
"No we are fine, Yuzu-chan!" Orihime joined in, hoping her input would put the maternal member of the Kurosaki family.
"Alright, but please be more careful," Yuzu warned.
The light brown haired girl said no more. They waited for a little but to make sure. When they heard nothing else they resumed their hot kisses. Clumsily they walked over to the bed. In their haste they fell onto the bed on their sides, thankfully this did not cause a big aftershock that alerted the other residents of Kurosaki Clinic. Their lips departed from each other to explore other places. Orihime laid kisses on his chin and cheeks before stopping at his earlobe. She nibbled on her beloved's earlobe affectionately.
"Ah," Ichigo let out startled cry. She had never done that before. The sensation was new, it was not unpleasant. Orihime continued to nibble on his ear, while her hands snuck inside of his shirt. She traced a wide circle over his naked chest then brushed his abs. Her touch was so light that it barely made contact wirh his skin. It sent chills down his spine and caused him to shudder. "Orihime…" Ichigo could hardly believe what he heard was his voice. It had no strength in it at all. It was so weak that he was ashamed it came from him. Yet he could not help it. His love seemed to be sucking away all of his strength. The adverse effect caused his member to stiffen. She took advantage of his weakened state and got on top of him. Finally she stopped her nibbling on his ear in favor of sampling those lips that gave that too adorable frown he often wore. Ichigo wrapped his strong arms around her back. The hands crawled down her spine. Orihime let out a low moan, which served to harden his manhood more.
"Ichigo-kun," she said in between kisses. Her heart was about to burst out of her chest. Her loins were set ablaze as reason was suppressed. The young woman had allowed herself to be stolen in lust's clutches. How odd it was to lose control, yet to feel so free. Free from inhibitions that once held her back from acting on her feelings, free from doubts that chained her, free to unleash her carnal desires, the ones that people assume she did not have due to her innocence or her naivety.
He wasn't sure how he had been able to resist her before. Her low cries of pleasure drove him mad, so innocent yet ever bit erotic. Truly Ichigo's mind had been swallowed up by the beast created from his need to touch and fest on her. This was a beast that was as great if not greater than the hollow that once lived within the depths of his soul. Why did he not fight this beast as he did the hollow? No. He realized he had fought that beast for months now. However, Orihime had given him permission to unleash that beast. He did as she asked. No longer was the beast an enemy. It was an ally of sorts. It goal was the same as his, to taste as much of Orihime as he could. His wandering hands slipped off her back and onto her ass. He gave it a tight squeeze. Caught by complete surprise Orihime's eyes shot open and she moaned loudly into his mouth. The beast caused one side of his lips to curve into a smirk. He knew she felt his smirk on her lips through her sensitive skin.
'Eh! I can't believe it. Ichigo-kun's hands are on my butt! He keeps squeezing it. This feels so weird.' She thought that, but made no move to stop him. He wasn't hurting her, so she didn't complain. A part of her was excited at Ichigo's groping. She decided to be bold as well. Orihime's small hands went to his crotch. She felt the semi-erect penis. Ichigo paused when her hands found their chosen destination. Playing her advantage Orihime pulled away from his lips again. She was above Ichigo, giving her better sight at what she was doing. Wasting no time Orihime unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. The healer pulled his pants and boxers down to his thighs unleashing his half erect shaft. Remembering her experience from last time she wrapped her fingers around it.
"Uh," Ichigo moaned quietly. "Are we going to do this again?" It was probably a stupid question considering his goddess taken hold of his dick.
Orihime did not acknowledge him with words. Instead she started to stroke his shaft. More confident than her first time, but having forgotten the ideal speed and pressure she discovered she had to experiment once more. She started off swiftly and kept her grip loose. She used his moans to guide her. She increased the pressure on his manhood.
"Oh….ah…." Ichigo cried in pleasure.
Orihime could feel him hardening with each passing second. "This isn't too hard is it?"
He shook his head no. "Could you tighten your grip just a bit?"
"Ok." Orihime added more pressure to him.
"Mm, yeah, now just go faster," he suggested.
She followed his instructions and increased her pumping. The volume of Ichigo's moans rose. His eyelids shut and allowed her to continue pleasure him. He looked so happy and she was the cause of it. She wanted to always see this face, so she took special care to memorize what she was doing. During their first time she was so preoccupied with getting over her nervousness and doing things right that she failed to pay attention to how Ichigo reacted. It wasn't long before he became fully erect. An idea formed. She remembered how much he liked when she did this for him yesterday that she thought he would enjoy it now. She released his erection, leaving him confused. Soon everything became clear when he felt unmistakable warmth on his lower head. Ichigo's eyes broadened. Orihime suckled on his head. Ichigo moaned helplessly, while the beast let out a mighty satisfied roar from within him.
"O-Orihime…..ah…that feels so good…." Ichigo's hands found their way into the luscious locks. The beast wanted him to force more of himself into her, but he would have none of that. She would take more of him in when she was ready. The heat of her mouth tickled his throbbing head, making him writher on his mattress. The way she used her tongue lavish the bottom. It was just wow. It was different from the first time. There was more confidence, but she was also experimenting. To show his appreciation he showered her with praises.
His moans were extremely satisfying to hear. He begged her to keep going. Kurosaki Ichigo was not a man who begged for anything. She assumed that would carry over to sex. She was glad she was wrong, because hearing him plead to her for more increased her own gratification.
Having enough of her teasing Ichigo decided to speak out at last. "Babe….please take more in….I can't take the waiting." She did the opposite and released him.
"Ichigo, you really like this, right?"
He nodded vigorously, thinking if he showed her his zealous that she would take his cock in again.
"Um…would you mind if I tried something else?" she asked timidly.
Not following what she had in mind he shot her an inquisitive stare. "Something else?" he repeated in the same inquisitiveness that rested on his face. Her face told a tale. The healer seemed to be mustering the courage to say something.
"Rangiku-san told me that guys really like when girls use their breasts to squeeze their thing." The buxom blonde vice-captain had taught her many things during her stay with her when a squad of shinigami was stationed in Karakura Town to deal with arrancar. The lessons Orihime were taught were not always appropriate for all ages. She often found herself so red that Rangiku would ask she had illness she should know. Rangiku always told her that she had huge breasts and that meant she could do things that other girls that were less full in the chest could not. The vice-captain told her if she wanted to snag Ichigo that she should give him a "tit fuck" and explained how it worked. Needless to say the poor girl was mortified. The time had come to see if Rangiku's advice held any weight. "Do you want me to put yours in between my breasts?"
Ichigo couldn't believe his ears. Inoue Orihime just offered to give him tit fuck. Again she shattered preconceived notions he had of her. She once told him she was curious about sex like everyone else, but he had no idea her curiosity would lead her to do something less conventional. "Yeah!" he exclaimed. Realizing he exposed his over eagerness he caged his emotions. "I mean um yeah that would be nice."
He reminded her of a puppy with his tail wagging and barking as he was asked if he wanted a treat. She abandoned her mask of uncertainty and traded it for a mask of pure seduction. Rangiku did say to make a show out of it. Slowly she lifted up her shirt. Her boyfriend's unwavering stare focused on her. The strange sense of empowerment filled her chest. Her thin stomach was uncovered. The impatience in the chocolate orbs was evident. She liked teasing him a little. When her shirt came off she could have sworn his eyes exploded from his sockets with how large they got. She was wearing a purple bra. In order to keep her sensual image up she made sure to unclasp her bra as slowly as possible. The inner conflict raged on his face. One hand she could see he very much wanted her to get on with it. The other side seemed to enjoy her little show. Apparently her attempts to be sexy had polished better since she did her first awkward attempt to be seductive for him on White Day. The clasp was undone; she pulled the straps off her shoulders then pulled the bra off. She let it fall on his chest. The smirk only grew more when the animalistic leer doubled in power. If she thought he would be desensitized by the image of her naked breasts after yesterday that thought was quickly shattered. He still looked on her with awe mixed with lust. "This is my first time doing this." A fake innocence vibrated through her voice. "Please forgive me if I don't do it right," she continued to act.
"I'll be patient with you," he joined her act. The bra was knocking to the sides. With a grace that was not normally associated with the clumsy Orihime she descended upon him. Orihime embedded her perfectly round mounds in between Ichigo's rigid shaft. She pushed the orbs of fat together, squishing them against "little Kurosaki-kun" as she dubbed it. God it felt out of this world. Orihime's breasts were heavy. That weight was being pressed against his cock. It was such a tight fit, but it sent his pleasure center in overdrive. At the same time they were so soft that they seemed to be absorbing it. "Shit….oh Orihime….unbelievable," he nearly wept in bliss.
"I haven't even done anything yet. Does it really feel that good?"
"Yes. Yes it does." He answered her in the same weepy tone as before.
If he felt good who was she to question it? She started moving the girls up and done his pulsating manhood. Skin rubbed against skin. Apprehension did not possess her as it did the other times she tried something new. Maybe gaining experience had put her at more ease. She couldn't go as fast as she would have liked. Judging by how Ichigo groaned and petted her head he did not mind the pace she had set.
"Hah….." Ichigo's entire body felt as though it was being tuned to a frequency that only allowed it to feel unbridled delight. Even in his wildest dreams getting his cock stroked by these bountiful mounds did not feel nearly as gratifying. Both the pressure and pleasure built itself up the ex-substitute knew it was only a matter of time before he reached his climax. When he saw the head of penis stick out of her cleavage he knew what he wanted. "Suck on the tip too," he requested. Orihime licked the tip with her tongue. She did this two more times before she had coated it in her saliva. She engulfed the head and sucked as hard she could, hoping she this is what he had in mind. "You are good at this," he said. He wasn't sure if he was complimenting her or if he was stating a fact.
The healer removed her mouth. She smiled cheerfully at him. "Thank you!" Orihime accepted his praise, happy to have him acknowledge her in anyway.
She returned to suck him off more. The combo proved deadly for the conqueror of Aizen. A mighty eruption was approaching. He warned her of the coming. Despite his warning she kept her mouth in place. "Or…..HIME!" He ejaculated in her mouth to his dismay. The goddess tried to swallow his essence, but she gaged allowing a lot to fall out and on to her chest. The remaining seed she forced down.
The taste of his semen was better than she expected. It remained her of salty creamed dumpling. There something else she could not identify, she could see the image of the unknown flavor in her head.
Ichigo was absolutely stunned by her actions. "Why? I mean….You didn't have to do that you know."
"I know, but….."
"But….."
"I wanted to do it, because I was curious about how it tasted," she said sheepishly. Did that sound slutty? She genuinely had a curiosity about the taste. Her head sunk down in disgrace.
"Don't make that face." She rose her head up. "If you are thinking I have a bad opinion of you because of that stop thinking such thoughts." The brown eyes met. "Remember how you told me not to hold back? Well that applies to you too. You don't have to hold back with me. Tell me what you want and I won't judge you." When those plush lips curved into a U shape he knew she was no longer criticizing herself. "Seeing you swallow that was pretty damn hot."
"Really? You think that was hot?"
"So hot," he reiterated. He stole a kiss. "I think I have gotten enough attention now it is your turn." He gently slid Orihime off of him and eased her on her back. The smirk full of confidence made its daily visit. He unzipped her jeans. She squealed with anticipation. Just he started to pull her pants down when a knock at the door scared them until stopping.
"Onii-chan, Onee-chan, it is time for dinner!" Yuzu said from the other side of the door.
"OK! We are coming Yuzu!" he screamed out before his little sister could turn the doorknob and have her vision soiled by them. "We just have to finish answering this question and we'll be down. No there is no need to wait on us. We'll just meet you downstairs." If there was a God let him be merciful on him. Let Yuzu leave without questions.
His prayers were answered. "Alright," she replied.
They heard footsteps to their relief. Their hearts started pumping again. Neither of them would take for granted the beating sound against their chests again.
Orihime cleared her throat, reminding him of the compromising position they were in. "We aren't going to get to finish," she stated.
"I think you are right." His face fell into an ugly frown. "I am….."
Already knowing where he was going before he finished she stopped him with a, "I know." She hoped to alleviate his concerns. "There is always next time."
"Next time," he repeated. They got dressed and made their way down stairs. Shame still soiled him. Twice now had she not gotten what she deserved. There would be no third time. Next time he would make sure she got to feel the ecstasy that he had experienced these two times and more. He promised himself that.
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