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My Pride, My Lust, and My Love	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 35908 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Here is second part of chapter.
“Ha,” he exhaled as he enjoyed the rare tranquility his room was in. No chaotic insane father trying to jump him. No bitching and whining Mod Soul annoying him. No smart mouthed midget playing with his emotions. For once Ichigo got to lie in his bed with his eyes resting. Six hours of some good old fashion shut eye fully revitalized both his body and his soul. Hunger forced him out of bed at long last. He retrieved the lunch he would have eaten at school and ate it in his room. The last thing he needed was for his father to discover he was home. His old man would have asked him several questions, questions that Ichigo could not answer due to his secret double life as a Shinigami. He silently ate his meal, while Kon wept over Rukia’s absence.
Fate was very fickle. Instead of having to listen to Kon’s prattling for an hour like he would have normally, the Mod Soul willingly left. He opted to wait outside of Ichigo’s room to wait for Rukia’s commands when and if they came. The spiky orange haired boy basked in the glory of this wonderful day. For once he indulged himself. He became slothful for a day. He knew that he shouldn’t have, but he was so tired. He didn’t even change out of his white t-shirt and sweat pants. He had no doubt this move would earn him a tongue lashing from Rukia.
The Substitute grimaced at the thought of the expression his Shinigami benefactor would have if she saw him now. His perfect day would officially be over then. School had let out by this time. Rukia would return any moment now. There was no sense in lying in his bed just to get scolded for it. Ichigo reluctantly sat up. “Might as well get ready,” he sighed. A knock on his door vibrated through his room. Ichigo’s face wrinkled up. The only people who bothered to knock on his door in this household were Yuzu and Karin. They at least respected his right to privacy. Isshin held no such ideals in his heart. The mad man jumped him at every chance he got. Rukia used the widow to get in and out of his room. The knocker could only be one of his twin sisters.
He would press his luck in hope that Rukia would not come through his window until he got rid of his sisters. Ichigo jumped to his feet and leisurely walked over to the barrier that separated his personal space from the rest of the Kurosaki household. He turned the knob, expecting to see either short brown locked Yuzu or the midnight straight haired Karin. What he found was the round face of Inoue, beaming back at him. “Inoue!” he cried. There was no way for him to mask his surprise.
Jubilation had consumed her lean yet round face. “Hello, Kurosaki-kun!”
Caught with his pants down figuratively speaking Ichigo looked like a deer caught in the headlights. “How did you get in here?” he asked dumbly.
“Yuzu-chan let me in,” Orihime replied brightly. “Once I told her that I was here to give you notes she invited me in and told me to come right on up here. I did not interrupt anything did I?” On a cue her ecstatic expression slipped off in place of a new apologetic mask.
“You aren’t interrupting anything.” He was quick to respond. Knowing Inoue she would attack herself if she thought she had done anything to inconvenience him even in the smallest way. “I was just surprised you are actually here. I haven’t seen you a lot lately.” His voice became lower when he mentioned the last part. Inoue avoiding him bothered him. He was not sure why she had done so to begin with. Here she was now, smiling at him like she always did like everything was normal. This baffled him. Rukia said she would talk to Inoue, but he expected her to worsen things not actually make them better. ‘Rukia came through for me. She is not so bad after all,’ he thought.
She detected the change in his voice. It sounded like he was hurt. Kuchiki-san was correct when she said that Kurosaki-kun was bothered by her avoiding him. Her lips curved upward. She knew she should not be smiling. Really she felt awful for making Kurosaki-kun feel any kind of pain, but if her absence was enough to evoke such an emotional response, then she was clearly closer to him than she originally thought. This was the first time she had ever been his house. The heavens help her. She felt positively giddy. “I am sorry…..” The chocolate eyes she adored landed on her and she became beat red. “….that we missed each other!” she hastily threw in.
The girl was always so jumpy around him. Her face was red now. She might have been coming down with something. She should take care of herself better. Although he thought that, Ichigo found Inoue’s shyness to be endearing. The rosy cheeks made her cute. Things between them returned to normal and for that he couldn’t help, but smile himself. “I am sorry we missed each other to.” He failed to realize the profound effect his admission had on her. Orihime wasn’t just ecstatic anymore. She was bliss incarnate. “Come in.” Ichigo moved over to let the Goddess of Karakura High walk in. He noticed her eyes grow twice their size. His room was a spectacle for her. Inoue’s glimmering hazel eyes jumped from one spot to another, as if she was a tourist sighting an exotic area. He rubbed the back of his head, not understanding what she found so fascinating about his plain room. “So do you want to sit down?” He directed her toward his bed.
Orihime nearly had a meltdown of epic proportions. “No! I mean I could never sit on your bed. Not that there is anything wrong with your bed. It is just your personal space and I would not want to intrude on that! I don’t mind sitting on the floor. After all I am a guest. I should not intrude.”
Ichigo held back a chuckle. Inoue was hysterical and the littlest things could set her off, but her heart was in the right place. He had to respect her child-like innocence. It was something he had lost the day his mother was murdered by that despicable bastard the Grand Fisher. “It is fine. You took notes for me to copy down after all.” She was hesitant to accept his offer, but after a little more insisting on his part and she took a seat on his bed. Her book bag dropped to the floor. It did little to ease her nerves. He could have sworn he saw hives form on his normally milky cream skin. He said nothing, so as not offend her accidently. The last thing he wanted was to undo Rukia’s work. He sat beside Inoue, causing her body to tense up even more.
Orihime was on the verge of hyperventilating. Kurosaki-kun was mere inches away. She could smell his scent! Even his scent was phenomenal. The masculine musk of his made her nose twitch. She stole a glance of him. The cute scowl she loved was not present. She wouldn’t say he looked happy. It was more of he did not look mad like usually did. He was relaxed. She decided she liked this expression even more than his cute scowl. ‘If he looks this cute now imagine how cute he will be when he smiles. I hope I see him smile at me.’ Orihime lingered on his lips and wondered how they would look curved upwards for a change. Less innocent thoughts formed. She became curious about how his lips tasted. ‘No! I should not be thinking such thoughts. I am here to help Kurosaki-kun.’ Orihime intended to forget her lecherous thoughts, but she noticed the white t-shirt that hugged Ichigo’s torso. She could make out the slight bulge in his arms that were forming into muscle. She could see traces of what would become a six pack. Surprised that he was developing so fast (the last time she saw him he was not nearly as muscular), the goddess’ face went aflame with arousal. She narrowed her eyes in shame, as she brushed a stray strand of auburn hair out of her face.
Her beloved Kurosaki-kun had always been handsome, but now he was quite……sexy. Kuchiki-san’s words were replayed in her mind. The petite raven haired girl did say he liked when girls were more aggressive. She would be aggressive.
“Inoue?” she heard the uneasiness his words carried. A second glance showed her that Ichigo was staring at her oddly. A fresh batch of humiliation emerged. She blushed so much that he probably thought red was her default mode. Ichigo continued, “Are you ok? I was asking you for your notes and you did not respond.”
She shook her arms wildly. “I am fine! I was just thinking about something that Kuchiki-san told me!”
“Rukia told you something?”
“Yes. She helped me figure some things out and was really supportive.”
“I see. If you don’t mind me asking, what exactly did Rukia help you figure out?” No doubt Rukia would exaggerate her deeds to win some leeway over him. But if he had Inoue’s side of the story (the true side) he could shut down that mischievous vixen. Inoue tossed her hair back. That’s when he noticed the shine it possessed. Was this otherworld shine always there? How had he never noticed it before? Her hair overflowed and the color like his was unusual shade of orange. He remembered Tatsuki told him she was ridiculed a lot because of its color. He remembered that tidbit because it was the same thing that happened with him. These days no one made fun of Inoue’s hair color anymore. She was too beautiful for any girl to jeer without it being obvious she was jealous. Every guy at school was mesmerized by the beauty that rivaled the gods themselves. Ichigo did not fall into that category. Inoue was very pretty. Sure there was one occasion or two where Keigo had gotten him to check her out. It wasn’t like he drooled over her or anything. He just found her very attractive. He would have to be blind to deny this simple fact.
“Kuchiki-san told me that I should be more forceful to get what I want.”
“I agree. Please don’t take this the wrong way, but sometimes you are too kind for your own good. Don’t get me wrong. Your kindness is one of your best qualities, but sometimes you need to be a little forceful to get what you want. If you are passive all the time you are going to let someone take advantage of you and you will let things slip through your fingers.”
“Do you really think I need to be more forceful?” she said suggestively.
Sensing there was more to the question than what it appeared the Substitute raised an eyebrow to match her inquisitively. “Yeah, you can be a little more forceful at times.” The princess scooted closer to him. Ichigo was at a loss for her reasoning. He said nothing though.
“Kurosaki-kun,” she called. There was no strength in her voice and it was so faint. Ichigo’s ears could barely pick up what she said. He turned to look her directly in the eyes.
“Ye…..” Before he could even get the words out Inoue lunged at him. Ichigo found his lips along with his first kiss were stolen by Inoue’s lips. Chocolate orbs bulged out of their sockets, nearly escaping his head. His mind went racing at light speeds. Inoue was kissing him! What the hell brought this on? There was nothing timid about it either. Inoue threw herself into the kiss. To Ichigo it felt like she was trying to consume his lips. The way she suckled his bottom lip drained him of his strength. Was her hunger unquenchable? Something brushed over his spikey locks. He jumped only to realize it was Inoue’s fingers running through his hair.
“Mmmm.” The tiny moan stirred up something in Ichigo. He could not put his finger on it, but the moan had been so erotic. Perhaps it was because it was subtle or it could have to do with the fact that despite it being low it was so charged. Whatever it was his lower member appreciated it. He could feel it stiffen up. Everything smelled like strawberries. It had to be Inoue. Her hair smelled of strawberries. It must have been her conditioner. It was very pleasant. No he didn’t just smell strawberries he tasted them as well. The girl had a thing for strawberries apparently. Strawberry conditioner and lip gloss was no coincident. Why did Inoue like strawberries so much? What was wrong with him? He was being kissed by a babe and he was thinking about the conditioner she used. Clearly his priorities were a skewed. Inoue ended the kiss and pulled away, just when he was about to react.
Crimson shaded Inoue twiddled her thumbs and mumbled something. Dazed, Ichigo found his face burning. He could still taste the remnants of the strawberry lip gloss. He didn’t fully recover for some time. “Inoue,” he called her timidly. The girl in question having regained some of her composure hummed to acknowledge him. Two of his fingers found their way to his lips. Damn if they didn’t tingle still. “Why did you…..I don’t understand….what would…..Why would you kiss me?”
“I was being more forceful,” Orihime replied sheepishly. She could feel his eyes burning her, urging her to make him understand. “I want to open up my heart to you. I want you to understand what I am feeling. I can’t say it in words. I can show you instead.” Orihime stole his second kiss. The intensity crushed Ichigo with its overwhelming desire and unspoken lust. The small erotically charged moans played a melody for his ears alone. He relished the melody all the same. Inoue desperately continued to taste him. She was in such a rush. He could taste the fear that coated her. She feared he would stop this. It was a foolish fear though. He could not stop it even if he wanted to. He could not deny her, not when he could feel her heart.
It happened suddenly. Ichigo kissed her back and took control. Orihime was pushed back slightly. He was rough and unyielding, but like her he was hungry for more. Kurosaki-kun’s tongue wiped her lips, begging her to let it come in. Unable to deny her beloved Orihime parted her lips and allowed his tongue to explore her mouth. The sensation of having an extra tongue in her mouth induced giggles from Hime. Not the ideal response for most guys, Ichigo ended the kiss in a bit of a huff with a trace of embarrassment. He never kissed anyone before. Did Inoue think him a bad kisser?
“I am sorry,” Orihime added quickly. She could sense his displeasure in her actions. “I did not mean to laugh. It was just feeling your tongue inside my mouth felt ticklish. It wasn’t bad though. It was just different, but a good kind of different.”
Relief spilled out of Ichigo, freeing his chest of a weight he did not know he had. “I understand,” he assured her. “Do you want to continue,” he eased in. He hoped he kept his eagerness out of his words.
“Yes!” she exclaimed a little too enthusiastically for her liking. Her small hands covered her mouth to hide her error. It was almost too adorable. “I mean yes.” Orihime straightened her face trying to make it look cool and collective, but failing miserably.
Once more Ichigo had to fight back a laugh. He did however allow a half smirk to appear on his lips, narrowing his eyes as a predator did when it spotted prey. Unlike prey Inoue did not fall back in fear. Her infectious smile widened. She was about to burst from anticipation. Taking this as a good sign Ichigo leaned in for a kiss that turned into a series of short feverish kisses that possessed every bit of passion as their second one. The bright orange haired boy released a moan. A jolt crawled up the back of her spine, making Orihime shiver in excitement. Feeling bold the Goddess of Karakura High wrapped her arms around his neck, albeit awkwardly. She wasn’t sure if she was doing it right. Her hands hovered just above the skin on his neck and her arms were loose. God, she hoped she was doing it right lest Kurosaki-kun thought her silly.
Unbeknownst to Orihime, Ichigo was too worried about his own actions too even notice hers. He had no idea where to put his hands. They rested on his sides as a result. He tried to run them through her silky hair. The softness it possessed made his fingertips recoil in pleasure. When he ran out of hair to feel he panicked and hurriedly put his hands on her shoulders. This hardly felt natural to him. He ended up stroking her cheeks. This at least got him a positive reaction. She purred into his mouth. His famous prideful smirk emerged. Orihime’s sensitive skin could feel it on her lips. Brimming with newfound confidence Ichigo tore his lips away from Orihime’s and attacked her neck.
“Uh,” she moaned. Kurosaki-kun nipped away at the flesh. It was so stimulating. An unnatural heat slowly began to roar from the pit of her belly. It was unlike anything Orihime had ever felt before. Strangely enough she wished to experience this new sensation even more.
Ichigo planted sloppy wet love bites all over her neck. The strawberry scent drove him mad. Rational thoughts were being submersed in a lust induced haze. She tasted so good. He told himself he would sample her one more time, but it turned into a second time and so on and so on. He was like a blind man who was experiencing the joys of sight for the first time in his life. He wanted to explore this entire new world. In his zealousness he could not contain himself.
“Kurosaki-kun….” He heard Inoue say under her breath. The way she said his name was so damn sexy and she wasn’t even trying to. Teenage hormones continued to spur him on. He lightly bit her throat.
The proclaimed goddess was lulled into a lust stupor. She knew if she did not do anything that she would be completely taken. It would not be fair for her to experience all the pleasure. She pulled on his head, stopping him. When he looked up she was startled by the thick almost tangible desire in his eyes. His chest heaved in and out rapidly from being out of breath. Good. He could use a break. Orihime pecked him on the lips then moved to his cheek. From there she followed a clear path from his cheek, to his forehead, nose, lips, and stopped at his neck. She reasoned that if kissing her neck gave her such delights that it would be the same for Kurosaki-kun.
In contrast to Ichigo her kisses were slower and more precise. Perhaps it was her fear of doing something wrong that kept her from accelerating her efforts. The Substitute Shinigami had no objections to her pace. He was being pushed to the brink. Damn she was going so slow, but it only added to her charm. Inoue was forcing him to savor the meal and not just wolf it down. This had two effects. It maximized his pleasure. The second effect fueled the fires of passion deep within his soul. His sweat pants were becoming confined. ‘Shit. I am getting hard. What if she notices?’
“Inoue….” She either did not hear him or she chose to ignore him. The next thing he knew Inoue pushed her body onto his. Ichigo’s eyes bulged out. Inoue’s chest was rubbing against his! Wanton chest of hers was rubbing against his chest. Well, this certainly did not help with his emerging erection. ‘Damn,’ he both cursed and praised his luck. The auburn princess playfully shoved him. Realizing what she wanted he foolishly obeyed her requests and fell on his back with Inoue on top of him. He was an idiot. No, he was a perverted idiot thinking with his dick. He needed to stop this. “Inoue….” She brought her lips back to his. Talking was difficult enough without having Orihime’s lips over his mouth. With them it was downright impossible. “Inoue…..we……shouldn’t…..do…..this,” he managed to say in between kisses.
“Why?” came Orihime’s simple reply. She nibbled the side of his neck.
“Oh god,” Ichigo groaned. The haze was taking him over again. “It is getting out of hand. We are in my bed, making out.”
Fear crept into her heart. What if he thought she was loose because of her actions? “You don’t like this?” she questioned worriedly.
He shot her a look that asked if she was crazy. What man would not like this? “Don’t misunderstand me. I like this, but if we keep this up we might cross a line you are not um comfortable with.”
Fear dissipated. The universe blessed her. Kurosaki-kun did not think she was too loose. He was worried he was forcing himself on her. ‘Oh he is so sweet. He really cares about my wellbeing,’ she thought cheerfully. She was not ignorant to his growing erection. It was pressed up on his thigh. With all their kissing there was no time to think about it. The thought of sex with her cherished Kurosaki-kun made her scarlet all over. She did not talk about sex so freely with the other girls, who thought she was a prude in that area, but she was very curious. She most definitely had an eye on the light orange haired boy who won her affections. His physical attributions were most appealing. He was for the lack of a better word, hot. She did not oppose the idea of making love with Kurosaki-kun. There were a few late night vivid dreams staring him that made her red faced when she awoke. She really wanted her first time to be with him. Kuchiki-san divulged that he was still a virgin. In fact she even challenged Orihime to make her move or she may just experiment with Kurosaki-kun more. Despite her idea of them teaming up Orihime wanted to be the one who was Kurosaki-kun’s first time.
“I don’t mind if we cross that line if you don’t.” She witnessed his mouth fall open from the shock.
“Are you sure?”
“I am sure.” She initiated a long kiss. She willed all of her emotions for the spiky orange haired boy into him. He returned it. Any shred of doubt remaining was completely gone. Ichigo was not hesitant in any sense of the word. “Please accept my feelings. Don’t hold back.” Orihime took hold of his right hand and guided it to her left breast. She heard a harsh gasp from him.
“In-Inoue,” he stuttered embarrassingly. He thought his cheeks burned before. What he was feeling made all the other blushes feel like a slightly warm drink. This felt as though he were trapped in an oven.
An equally crimson stained Orihime nodded her head. “It is ok. You can touch them.” After listening to Tatsuki’s constant rants about using her bountiful breasts to ensnare Kurosaki-kun and Kuchiki-san’s comment on using her assets, Orihime finally acted on their suggestion. The dead hand sprung back to life. She felt it grasp her breast. Soon he was caressing it gently. “Mmm,” she purred.
It felt so soft. Hearing the suppressed moan empowered the young man. He tightened his grasp. Fingers sunk into the softness. Never in his wildest dreams did he think he would be groping Inoue Orihime’s breasts. He could feel the material of the cup of her bra against his coarse palm. His classmate felt a strange chill slowly crawl up her back at the same time she felt her loin’s burn. Cold and heat had their clutches in her. She had a very literal matter of hot and cold. Ichigo carelessly fondled away his grip tightened. A sharp pain was coursing through her cupped mound.
She did her best to suppress the pained moan, but his grip was too strong. “Ah!”
“Inoue!” he cried in panic. He released her so fast that one would have thought he burned his hand. “S-sorry,” he muttered. Ichigo put his head down in shame. He allowed his hormones to completely overwhelm him. Inoue the a girl who would never even think of laying one finger on a fly let alone harm it was in pain. He felt like a real horse’s ass. Unfamiliar warmth caressed his cheek. It forced him to raise his head. His chocolate spheres were connected to her hazel ones. The gut wrenching guilt was pushed aside. An oddly familiar secure feeling swept over him. The Substitute did not feel the need to keep his shields up or needed to be on guard. The first time in years he could free himself from the confines of his armor to enjoy the world around him without fear of being attacked. It was a feeling he had not felt in many years. Gazing into Inoue’s breath taking brown eyes gave him this sense of peace. The warmth infecting his cheek he discovered came from her hand. He placed his hand over hers.
Her lips broke into her forgiving smile. “It is ok.”
He found it ludicrous to think what he did was ok. He shook his head vehemently. “No. I should have been more careful. I was careless. I am really sorry.” Reasons unknown to him he squeezed the hand resting on his cheek. This time he was careful.
Her heart skipped a beat. The theme of Don Kanonji played in her head. It was backed up a harp from cupid himself. She could not take her eyes off of him nor did she wish to. Orihime would always remember this moment for the rest of her life. This was the exact moment she knew without a shadow of a doubt that Kurosaki-kun was the man she want to give her virginity to. “Thank you.”
Thank you. Perplexed by why she would thank him Ichigo stared at her dumbly.
“Please let’s keep going.”
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and merely said, “Uh huh.” He was conflicted that much was obvious by the expression he was wearing. After several seconds of internal debate she imagined he once again took hold of her bosom. “Ah…..”
“Did that hurt?” She shook her head. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes.” He gave another gentle squeeze evoking more erotically charged moans. “You can be firmer if you want. I will let you know if it hurts.” Full of nerves, but obedient to her wishes he fondled her enormous breasts. “Kurosaki-kun.” His name rolled off her tongue so smoothly that it surprised her.
He continued his groping, while Inoue continued to chant his name. How could someone so innocent possess such a seductive body he wondered. His dick had become so rigid that it throbbed. Apparently it was impatient with Ichigo’s pace. Shit he was so turned on, but this wasn’t enough. He had to feel her naked breasts with his own two hands. In haste he practically ripped the buttons off her blouse. Considering how carelessly he took them off it was a miracle they weren’t ripped off.
Orihime’s school blouse lied open, revealing her thin stomach along with the pink bra that covered her large mounds. Ichigo wasted no time. With lightning like speed he pulled down the cups, exposing what every teenage boy at Karakura High dreamed of seeing. ‘They are so huge.’ Inoue’s naked breasts were so different from what he had seen in erotic manga and porn films. Real breasts had an entirely different appearance to him. They were perfectly round almost creamy. In the center were pink nipples that were hard and erect. Did he mention they were huge? Not just huge, but perky. They did not appear to even know what sagging was. There was nothing innocent about his stare at all. He eyed the coveted mounds with only one thing on his mind, ‘Mine.’ He scooped up the right breast from the bottom, marveling at the sheer weight. Despite its heaviness it was as soft as the fluffiest cloud if not softer. Hell his fingers were being sucked into it because it was so soft.
Not wanting its sister to feel left out he snaked his other hand over it. Ichigo toyed with both. He flicked the supple nipple with a thumb. Orihime continued to purr. “Fuck, they are so soft,” he stated.
Pleasure vibrated through Orihime. She was not a complete stranger to sexual pleasure. She had never told anyone this, not even Tatsuki, but she had explored her body. She was curious just like every other girl her age. Her reputation as a pure girl who was ignorant of such lewd things prevented the other girls from going into serious discussion about sex. Sometimes she would catch the bits of conversations before the other girls realized she was there. Her nature did not allow her to question them to go into detail. She did believe in privacy after all. The red orange haired princess knew that her breasts were sensitive from her own experiences. While she fully expected it to feel good when Ichigo touched them she did not expect it to feel this good. She wasn’t sure if it felt so good because of his stronger grip or if it was because it was someone else doing it and frankly she did not care.
“Ah….ah….Kurosaki-kun that feels good…..” Wetness seeped through her panties, evidence of her ever increasing arousal. Kurosaki-kun rubbed them together harshly, his eyes never leaving them once. It seemed the monk of a man she had fallen for had abandoned his chaste life style. He became obsessed with her breasts. It looked like she owed Tatsuki and Kuchiki-san their dues. His obsession went to the next level by taking one of the girls as she called them into his mouth. “Ai!” she squealed. He had taken her by surprise. His moist hot tongue lavished the round center, nipple and all. Orihime’s brow furrowed. He was going so fast and was so rough. They were becoming sore.
Like a dog Ichigo licked frantically. Worried that if he was not fast enough she would ended things and he wanted sample as much as he could before that happened. He started to suckle the tender nipple as if he was starved baby trying to suck milk. Unintentionally he bit down.
“Kurosaki-kun.”
He looked up from his meal to her radiant face. Flushed from their foreplay she glistened. It only added to her beauty in his mind.
“Please slow down. It is starting to hurt.”
“Sor….”
“Please don’t apologize. This is new for both of us. It is only natural we don’t know what to do,” she pointed out.
“But if you aren’t enjoying it too then it is pointless. This is your first time doing this. It is supposed to be special.” He pulled away from her a little, while turning his cheek to her. “I don’t want to disappoint you…” Orihime pulled his head back on her. He noticed her eyes were moist and the smile on her face. Girls were so confusing. Was she sad or was she happy?
“This is special because I am doing it with Kurosaki-kun.” He gasped. “I…..Kurosaki-kun you are special to me. That is why I want to do this with you.”
“Inoue…..” Words failed him. He had no idea that Inoue thought so highly of him. The more he thought about it the more it made sense. Inoue was not the type of girl who slept around with boys. If she was doing this with him then she must have felt strongly about him. The light orange haired man wanted to discuss this further when Orihime’s hands stroke his now full erection. A bit shaken from the odd girl’s touch, Ichigo cried out.
“It is not fair that only I have felt good. Kurosaki-kun should feel good too.” She stroked his clothed member. A gratifying groan gave her some idea of how well she was doing. They switched positions. Now it was Orihime who was on top of Ichigo. Her index and middle fingers traced a line down the hardened little Kurosaki-kun as she called it. She was anxious over her performance and how she stacked up to Kuchiki-san. He might have still been a virgin, but he still experienced some sexual pleasure. In his mind he would no doubt compare it with the woman who was both her friend and rival. She wished no ill will towards the violet eyed girl, but she wanted to be comparable to her in his eyes. When she finished tracing the line with her finger tips she went to the waist band. This was it. She was going to see it. She inhaled a deep breath, mustering courage. ‘I can do this. I can do this. I can do this,’ Orihime told herself. She exhaled what she hoped was all her fears and doubts.
He said nothing. He was patient and she was very grateful for that. She loved him even more because of his patience. Despite being in an aroused state he still took into consideration all of the apprehension she was feeling. With a tug the sweatpants came down, exposing the tent in his boxers. Curious at the sight that beheld her Orihime just blinked as if the answers were written inside of her eyelids. The undergarment appeared to be stretched to its limits. It must have been painful to be in such a state. Well she would just have to take care of that. Resolve hardened, the beauty would alleviate him of this pain. Orihime pulled down the boxers. Little Kurosaki-kun popped right out to prove it wasn’t so little after all.
Her hazel eyes widened in astonishment with a hint of wonder in them. She could only utter, “Oh.” Her entire focus became transfixed onto his erection. This sight was unlike the pictures she saw in health class. The most obvious difference being that it was in the three dimensional world as oppose to the two dimensional one of a pictures. The other difference was the size. Kurosaki-kun’s thing was bigger than the average size male genitals in the pictures. Blushing from cheek to cheek she felt a twinge excitement.
Her unbreakable stare made him feel like he was a freak. Most of the time, he was confident or overflowing with confidence, so much so that he was unaffected by other’s opinions. If he cared what people thought of his appearance he would have dyed his black a long time ago. Faced with Inoue gawking at him the confidence had been bottled up. Self-consciousness delighted in whispering its poisons into his heart. ‘Why is she staring so intently at my dick? Is there something wrong with it? I know it is kind of big and ugly, but I didn’t think Inoue would find it repulsive. Shit! What if she finds repulsive? Alright, alright just calm down,’ he told himself. ‘She hasn’t said anything. All I need to do is find out what she thinks. Ugh! She is still staring!’ He snapped. “Why are you starring!” he blurted out before he could stop himself. Orihime jumped at his bark. He thought he would die from embarrassment. An awkward silence fell over the room.
Orihime scratched the side of her face awkwardly. “I didn’t mean to offend you,” she mumbled, as she shied away from him. “It caught me by surprise. You are pretty big.”
Ichigo’s expression shifted to match his constantly changing emotions. Where shame once stood now stood the familiar surprise as it returned to its new favorite spot on his face. A cluster of conflicting emotions fought for control of his heart. Among them the two strongest emotions were humility and its conflicting brother pride. “Does this change anything?” He got his answer when he felt Inoue’s delicate fingers wrap around his shaft. Slowly she started pumping him. Right away he could tell the difference between Inoue and Rukia’s methods. Rukia’s hand job was experienced almost second nature. She had perfect control. Inoue’s lacked confidence. Her grasp was loose out of fear of crushing him. Yet he was glad Inoue lacked experience. He didn’t like the thought of her having done this with some other guy. “Tighten your grip some,” he suggested.
Following his suggestion, the pressure on his manhood tightened somewhat. He urged her to go on until they found their mark. She renewed her slow stroking. It was unsteady still, but it hardly detract from the gratification he sunk in. “Oh yeah. This feels good. Inoue please keep it up.” She picked up speed doubling his pleasure. “Yeah just like that.” He closed his eyes and let her continue.
A small sense of pride formed. She had the ability to pleasure Kurosaki-kun as well. If he liked this he would like what she had in store for him next. Ceasing her strokes Orihime licked the tip of his engorged head and part of his essence that had leaked out.
“Uh!” he moaned. Her wet organ lavished the head more. He pushed his head back on his mattress more, reveling in Inoue’s inexperienced tongue. Again it was different from Rukia’s, but it worked for her. Being inexperienced allowed for Inoue to experiment more, which allowed her to discover erogenous spots even he did not know of. His hand found its way into the brilliant red orange strands. He nearly wept when she took the head into her mouth and started to lightly suckle it.
She sucked on it as she would a lollipop. It was the only experience she had that could help her in this situation. Her tongue coiled the underside absorbing sour flavor. She worked on the head to build up courage before she attempted to take anymore of him in. His size was intimidating. How was she expected to fit the entire thing into her mouth? Deciding that the best way to get over her fear was to tackle it head on Orihime swallowed as much as she could. Things did not work out. She took in more than she could handle, gagging herself. It breached her throat. At that point, she released him. Orihime coughed up a storm.
He shot her a worried filled look. His natural protective nature activated. He went to her side. “Inoue….” Ichigo held his hand out to reach her, but something stopped him from touching her. “…..do you want me to get you some water or something,” he said the last part dumbly. Having never been in this situation before he was grasping at straws on what he should do.
“No. It....cah…is…cah….about….cah….to…cah a...pass,” she managed to get out. It was any wonder she said that much with her coughing. Just as she predicted, in less than a minute her coughing stopped. After a resting for a moment or two she reached for his penis.
He opened his mouth to stop her, but one look from those hardened eyes told him she had no intentions on giving up. He sighed. “Try going slower this time.” If she would not stop he could at least make it easier for her. She gave her thanks claimed his head. This time she inched more of his manhood in. Reservations floated right on out of his head. Teenage hormones took the wheel to drive. Orihime bobbed her head forward and backward in an attempted to make a rhythm. It was off though he didn’t care. Slowly, but surely more and more of his throbbing member disappeared into her warm mouth. Her breath teased his skin. “Shit. I mean oh shit.” His brain stalled and his verbal skills were greatly affected. He squirmed under the power of her blowjob. He would make sure to repay the favor.
She was at her limit. If she took anymore of his endowment, she would choke. She was lucky to get a little more than half of it in. The throbbing was out of control. Seriously, she could feel it pulsate both on the roof of her mouth and tongue, demanding more room that she could not give. Hearing his hitched breath praise her was award enough to make her forget her mild discomfort. She could endure it for him. The pulsing became more frequent alerting him that he was on the brink of exploding. Ichigo tugged her head lightly. She complied and let his dick go just in time.
She was puzzled by his insistence to stop. He seemed to like it a lot. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No. It felt great. I just didn’t want to.” He made a gesture with his hand in hopes of making her understand. She caught on instantly and told him to say no more. Inoue was much brighter than people gave her credit for. Her bubbly personality and airhead like tendencies gave people the wrong impression of her. He held no such illusions of her. She constantly scored high on their exams after all. His ragging boner continued to plague him. It demanded Ichigo satisfy its desire to go inside Inoue. He clenched her inner thigh making her jump. “Can I put in?” he cried eagerly.
Turning four shades of red Orihime was taken aback by his forwardness. He had been the more reluctant one in this escapade. Hearing him plead to her to allow him to go inside her now soaked vagina caught her by surprise. Never the less she nodded yes. His expression changed into what she could only call restrained delight. He rolled her over. She spread her legs apart to give him easier access and revealing her pink panties.
His eyes caught the big wet stain on her panties. Was she that turned on? Nervously he pulled at the undergarment until they were halfway down her milky white thighs. Ichigo’s eyes took in the sight of the first real pussy he had ever seen. The lips were engorged from their foreplay. Her nectar seeped through to the lips and soaked the organ. His dick got even harder after witness such a sight. He had a strong desire to shove his cock inside of her, but he ignored it. This would be done right. He lined it up to her entrance then locked his gaze onto hers. They were on the same wave length. Words were no longer needed for communication. A simple look from her told him that she was ready. He moved his hips forward, pushing the engorged head up to her entrance. He could feel the heart radiate from just brushing it. Haze was clouding his mind, but he fought with all his might to keep it back. “This is going to hurt you know,” he warned. Again she conveyed her feelings through a look. She was willing to continue. No, that was incorrect. She yearned for him to continue. She had been taken by carnal lust as well. Her eyes were fogged by a sexual hunger that challenged him to take her. Always up for a challenge Ichigo began to thrust forward, pushing the head past her lips.
Her walls hugged on his manhood instantly. It was such a tight fit, despite that it wasn’t painful. It was the single most enjoyable feeling he had experienced to date. The Substitute forged on, managing to push more of him into her. It was a grueling task to say the least. Her folds expanded, but only slightly to accommodate him. Her juices were helping immensely.
“Ha,” Orihime howled or at least she thought she did. Her voice had been stolen. Her cry was almost soundless. It hurt, a lot. Her womanhood was being expanded to lengths it had never been before. The most she ventured was two fingers. She attempted a third one time, but it hurt too much for her to continue. Kurosaki-kun’s not so little guy had so much more girth to it. He had gotten about a third in there before he stopped. Her precious Kurosaki-kun caressed her left cheek. He looked down on her with such an apologetic expression that she wanted to weep for how pained he looked. They stayed like this. He didn’t attempt to move. Eventually she got used to him. The pain lessened. “Please,” she whispered. She relied on their newly created link to detail the rest of the message.
The agitated cock nearly exploded prematurely for finally going further. Shit, it was still mind blowing. Fortunately Inoue’s quiet whimpering kept him in his right mind. He continued to inch deeper until he was stopped by her barrier. Once again he looked to Orihime for guidance.
She said, “It will hurt. There is nothing you can do to change that.”
He smirked bitterly. He knew exactly what she was getting at. No matter how he approached this he could not protect her from this pain. It was unavoidable. Inoue was telling him not beat himself up over something he could not control. It was something he was powerless to change. He hated being powerless because it meant he could not protect everyone he cared about. Without even realizing it, this girl beneath him was now included among its numbers. Putting it off long enough, Ichigo broke the hymen in one swift motion. It worked with band aids, so maybe it would work here.
“Aaaahhh……hahaha….!” Tears streamed down her face. He panicked and tried to pull out, but she wrapped her legs around his waist to keep him locked there. “The worst part is over,” she breathed out. Doubt continued to mask his face. He stayed still, forcing her to buck her hips forward to take more of him in. “Uh, Kurosaki-kun.”
Damn her and his hormones. His protest lasted a grand total of five seconds, so much for his willpower. At long last Ichigo had fully sheathed his dick into her. He understood why Kon and Keigo were so obsessed with sex. The feeling of Inoue’s drenched heat practically crushed his dick, in order to milk his sperm right out of it. It was invigorating. He lifted his hips upward then rammed down as slowly as possible. He pumped in and out at the same slow pace as before. He grunted as he restarted his sluggish thrusts.
“Oh…..aaahh….” Orihime’s soft cries reached his ears alone. Ichigo found it very difficult to keep this slow pace up because of those sexy moans. “Uh…..so….big…..aaaaahhhh!” She shut her eyes. Coils of sexual pleasure slowly wrapped around her. The pain was slowly subsiding. “…..so…..big….” she repeated feeling stupid. How cliché could a girl get? She reprimanded her brain for its laziness. Little did she realize that all the tiny Orihimes inside her head were in the pleasure function of her brain, neglecting their other duties such as vocabulary.
“Mm….gah…..ha.” Ichigo was busying himself with fighting the beast that threatened to usurp control of his body to ravage Inoue without a care in the world. His agitated manhood sided with the beast, but he refused to go any faster. It was painful to go this slow, but she found this pace satisfying. Orihime started to thrust back. He matched her thrusts and together they created a rhythm. The princess’ erotic wails spurred him on. The sweet nectar she produced had washed over his hardened manhood. It was easier to slip in and out. However, the walls were still squeezing him tightly. “Fuck, you are so tight,” he finally revealed.
“Is…..tha…ba…bad?”
“No…..it is….greatttttttttt,” he hissed out. His body trembled violently. Could he be experiencing withdrawal symptoms before he truly experienced Inoue’s womanhood?
He was so obvious. She could tell just by how his hands shook while he held her waist or muttered cursed words he thought she could not hear. He desired to go faster, but kept quiet for her sake. ‘He is so generous and thoughtful. Tatsuki-chan is wrong when she calls him insensitive.’ Orihime kissed him. “Go faster please.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Not needing to be told twice Ichigo sped up. The creases of his strained face evaporated, along with his worries and concern. He was without a care in the world and his expression showed it. The mattress began to quake under their combined weight. White hot pleasure blanketed his mind. His erratic pumping broke their synch. The beast had taken over. Any resistance he had was gone. “Yeah….oh yeah…..ah…fuck…..Inoue!” Orihime’s legs tightened their hold on him. She didn’t want him to go anywhere. Oh, he would make sure to give her exactly what she wanted.
“Yes…..Kurosaki-kun……Kur….mmm…..” Arms flung around his neck. He was so deep inside of her, venturing further than her fingers could ever hope to go. Her folds were constantly forced apart by his sturdy manhood. Coils of pleasure dug deeper into her. She tried to move her hips upward, but his thrusts were too fast and rough for her to even attempt to. She was becoming light headed. “I feel dizzy.”
Their breathing became labored. Sweat coated their bodies. Oddly enough,h it did not wash her strawberry scent away. If anything it strengthened it. Ichigo’s nose got a whiff. A low and primal growl came out of his mouth, both startling and arousing her. “Inoue…..it feels……it feels…..so gooooood.”
Orihime just nodded. Her plentiful breasts shook uncontrollably, taunting him. He growled for a second time. He seized them. He fondled them to his heart’s content. She told him to be gentle. He sucked on the tip of her left tit.
“Hah! Not so fast…..” Orihime cried.
Ichigo did not slow down. He was reaching his limit. With all the excitement he was lucky he could keep going for as long as he did. If it weren’t for his Shinigami enhanced stamina he doubted he would have lasted this long.
“Kurosaki-kun….ah…Kurosaki-kun….” He couldn’t cum before Inoue. She had to experience it as well. He thought of anything that could calm him down to buy some time. The walls were contracting on him. No mental image of an old bat was going stop him now. He went too fast and let himself get too out of control to delay this. In haste he withdrew from her just as unleashed his seed on her thigh.
Reeling from humiliation Ichigo cursed his overzealousness. Orihime cupped his face. The beautiful eyes were shaded with understanding. It made him feel worse than he already did.
“It is ok,” she said. “I heard it is common for boys to have orgasms before girl during their first time.” She had caught the tail end of stories the friends who had actually had sex before they realized she was there (thus ended it soon afterwards to keep her “innocent”). They related their first experience to each other. The girls who had intercourse with equally virgin boys always said the boys “got off too early” and that it was awkward. There were spots that were uncomfortable, but for the most part she thought it was good. He was very responsive to her needs for the most part. What she would remember from this day was not how he came first, but how he comforting he was. He made her feel special. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Sure you did,” he said sarcastically.
She pouted at his stubbornness. “I am serious. I really did like it. I am glad you were my first time. We will probably get better at it with more practice.”
“More practice?” he repeated slowly. “Inoue, are you saying you would do this again with me?”
“Um…I mean if you don’t want to I completely understand. I guess it was kind of weird huh. I…..”
He rested a hand over her head and to his relief she stopped her nervous ramblings. “I would want to if you are fine with it.” He scratched the side of his face looking sheepishly. “I don’t want to end things like this though.”
She opened her mouth to question him when something made contact with her down there. “Ah!” Orihime nearly jumped out of her own skin. Judging from the smirk on her new lover’s face he was the culprit. “Kurosaki-kun!” she whined. He apologized with a passionate kiss that made her toes curl. It wasn’t long before she kissed him back. The oddly color haired teens parted, reluctantly on Orihime’s end. The Substitute lowered his head to her aching womanhood. “Kurosaki-kun what are you doing?” She asked, but already knew his answer.
Ichigo ignored her. He occupied his time by appreciating her throbbing heat. Her aroma bedazzled him with its feminine nectar.
Orihime futilely hid her face in her hands in obvious discomfort. “Don’t stare at it. It is embarrassing.”
He licked Orihime’s swollen lips to both her frustration and pleasure. Inexperienced Ichigo could only go by instinct and what little he saw in the rare occasion he succumb to Keigo’s peer pressure and indulged in watching porn. His tongue stroked up and down the enflamed lips. He soaked up her nectar through his taste buds like a sponge. He couldn’t describe the taste. It was hard to compare it to anything he tasted before. It was somewhat sweet, matching the girl who produced its personality. The tongue thrashed uncontrollably coaxing erratic moans from her. She curled her fingers around the orange locks. Her mind was blank, while her body quaked.
Her body was already revved up from their love making. It only took a few strokes to bring her to her figurative knees. When his tongue passed the threshold of her core she wept in bliss. “Kurosaki-kun…..Kurosaki-kun……it…feels weird……please….do not stop…..it is coming….” She pressed him up against her core. “More……please give me….more….” His organ worked its magic, stretching her insides. It was retracted from her folds to follow a linear path on the outside to her disappointment. Orihime’s disappointment was short lived. Ichigo found her clitoris and licked it hard. Her body shook violently as it was enthralled by the bliss of powerful orgasm. Ichigo did his best to catch all of her essence, but some spilled to his sheets. Exhaustion claimed the Goddess of Karakura High. Her eyelids became heavy. “Thank you,” she mouthed out.
“Did you seriously thank me?” He received no answer. Orihime had fallen asleep on his bed still exposed. “This is just great. If that bastard Kon comes in he will take advantage of the situation. If the old man comes in…” If his father saw this all hell would break loose. Ichigo didn’t want to wake her. She looked so at peace. Besides he did not mind having her sleep in his bed for a while. If he just lifted her up for a bit he could pull the covers back so he could cover her. This way she would not be at risk of being seen half naked. “I better get started now before….” The window opened up and his blood froze over.
Rukia climbed through the widow not yet realizing her stand in was not alone. “How did your stud….” The depowered Shinigami got an eyeful of Inoue’s naked breasts and hiked up skirt with panties pulled down. She turned to Ichigo for an explanation only to find his dangling penis covered and what she assumed was Inoue’s essence. Poor, poor Ichigo was as white as a ghost. Rukia became a bright crimson. However, a smirk arose. “I see she took my advice.”
Flabbergasted Ichigo stammered trying to find the proper words. After his sixth attempt he succeeded in forming actual words. “You told her to do this?”
“I told her to be more forceful with you. I didn’t expect she would go this far.” She wasn’t being entirely true. She did egg her on into going on the offensive with him before she did. Rukia thought the threat would get her to kiss him, maybe get him second base. She did not foresee this though.
“Rukia,” he seethed.
She snorted at his ire. She couldn’t take him seriously with his pants half down and his dick swinging out. She put her hands on her hip, daring him to do his worse. “You should be thanking me. Not only did I give you head, but got you laid by the sexiest girl at your school.”
“Wha….Where did you pick up that kind of language?” he screamed.
“My studies of the Human World require me to adapt to the language.”
“You have been watching trash!” he accused.
“Don’t call my research tools trash!” Before war could break out Orihime yawned, reminding the duo that they were not alone. “Still I have to admit. She is a bit of a vixen.”
“Like you are one to talk!” he exclaimed.
Rukia crossed her arms nonchalantly. “I have no idea what you are talking about. If you are going to keep scolding me perhaps you should pull up your pants. It is hard to take you seriously with your dick hanging out.” An evil half smirk grew wider. In haste to boy scrambled to pull his boxers up, causing her to laugh.
“Rukia……” he seethed.
Outside of the door and snoring Kon awake from his slumber. He rubbed his black marble eyes more out of habit than need. He felt something nagging at his soul. The lion doll put a paw on his chin, trying to think. “I can’t help, but think I missed something amazing.” For the life of him he could not figure out what it was. The unsuspecting Mod Soul fell back asleep not realizing the mounds he dreamed about where exposed on the other side of the room.
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