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My Pride, My Lust, and My Love	By : RaizenYusuke Category: Bleach > Het - Male/Female Views: 37328 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 6
- 7
The seventh chapter is finally here. This chapter is set right after Rukia returned to the Soul Society with Renji and Byakuya and Ichigo was left for dead, but before Ichigo trained with Urahara and his group. This chapter is long, but I hope it makes up for the long wait. We will expand beyond Orihime and Rukia with this chapter and get to Tatsuki. The characters might be OOC, but I tried to keep as close to their characters as possible.
Nobody remembered Rukia at all. In Rukia’s seat was that Tetsuo guy. Ichigo couldn’t really remember his name. He claimed he sat there all year and had been trying to get him into the Karate club. The latter was probably right. Ichigo had been bothered by some clubs' members wanting him to join them, but he had serious reservations on the guy sitting there since the start of the school year. That was Rukia’s seat, yet nobody questioned it. Everyone in the class accepted it without giving that Tetsuo kid a second glance. His story had to be true as far as they were concerned. To his classmates and teacher, the transfer student Kuchiki Rukia didn’t exist. She had never existed at all to them.
That was when Ichigo became painfully aware of what it meant for Rukia to return to the Soul Society. When she left, she took all traces of her existence with her. Rukia just vanished like the wind. This had a much grander effect than the memories that were modified when they dealt with the Hollows. This was all encompassing and thorough. Was this what happened to everyone who went to Soul Society? If he went there would his classmates just go on with their lives with no memory of him at all? Would his sisters ever recall having a big brother who used to jump in front of them and pick up a stick to defend them from big kids when they were younger? Would Keigo remember being upset over Ichigo ignoring him? Ichigo could just disappear without a trace of him even in memories. That terrified him.
How could he hope to fight an enemy with that type of power? The more he thought about it the less sure he was about going to Soul Society. He thought going to school would help strengthen his resolve. If he saw Rukia’s absence up close Ichigo thought it would make it feel more real, and it would act as a call to action. Instead, it had the opposite effect. Ichigo spent the last day of the semester before summer the same as he would have any other day. Nothing out of the ordinary occurred. The only absence people noticed was Ishida’s. Ichigo hoped to see him there. He needed someone else who still remembered Rukia and validated her existence. He realized how pathetic it was for him to be looking at the Quincy of all people for reassurance. He couldn’t have any doubts about if he was going to rescue Rukia.
When class ended Ichigo convinced himself that he would save Rukia without any doubt. That was why he turned down Keigo’s invitation to the beach. Urahara promised to train him in the next ten days so he could fight the Shinigami. He left his friends determined to follow through on that plan, only for the doubts to creep up on him again. Would he really be saving Rukia? Soul Society was her world. She belonged there. What about her family? Would taking her mean he would be condemning her to live out the rest of her life without them? If he asked himself these types of questions, should he even bother leaving?
“Kurosaki-kun,” a voice called. Thankfully Ichigo was taken out of his troubling thoughts. To his surprise he was staring at Orihime. She was the last person he expected to see yet strangely seeing her was almost comforting. He couldn’t explain why that was, but she provided a small window of relief to all the fears that were weighing him down. Ichigo jumped at the chance to escape his troubles even if it was only brief. He could soak up as much of her jovial presence as he could.
When Ichigo got closer, he immediately homed in on the solemn expression masking Orihime’s normally joyful face. The relief he felt only moments ago was cast down by new waves of anxieties. That grave expression didn’t belong on her face. “What’s up, Inoue?” Instead of brightening up as she would have done any other day, he greeted her Orihime still wore the solemn expression. His dislike of it grew more. “Is something wrong?” he asked.
“Where’s Kuchiki-san?” Orihime asked. The question shook Ichigo to his very core. She remembered Rukia. How could that be possible? How could Inoue recall Rukia when her very memory of her should have disappeared? “Why did everyone suddenly forget about Kuchiki-san?” she continued. “I thought somehow you would know.” Her tone wasn’t accusing. There was too much sorrow in her words for there to be anything else there. Instead of a blissfully ignorant Inoue who had no memory of Rukia at all, Ichigo saw a sad girl who was worried about her friend.
Strangely enough Ichigo felt happy. For the first time today, he met someone who shared his grief and confusion. He found a kindred spirit in Inoue. He didn’t care why she still had her memory or how she even still had it. The only thing that mattered was that she knew Rukia was gone and how unsettling it was for her mere existence to be stolen from memory. He told her everything. He told her about Shinigami and the Hollows. He told her about the battles he fought with Rukia guiding him. He even told Inoue about the battle he had with her brother. Ichigo told Inoue everything he could think of. Inoue in turn told him how she had gained the ability to see spirits recently, how she could see him in Shinigami form fighting Hollows, and how her memory of the night her brother attacked her had slowly returned to her.
Ichigo probably should have been more shocked at Inoue’s growing spiritual awareness, but it was just so liberating to be able to speak honestly with her for a change. All the lies that he and Rukia had built up in the last few months had been smashed down. It was only now that all the lies had been smashed apart did Ichigo truly see just how much they isolated him from everyone else. Without Rukia he was isolated with only his fears and doubts. Ichigo knew he was doing a poor job dealing with everything that happened alone. Maybe talking to Inoue could lessen this burden just a little.
“I see,” Orihime stated evenly. Ichigo was impressed by how Inoue took all of this in stride. “She returned to where she came from and so you’ll be going to rescue her.”
Hearing Inoue say it aloud made it sound so simple when it was anything, but simple. The former Substitute Shinigami had to look away from her to conceal the bundle of nerves he was turning into. The last thing he wanted was to make Inoue worry even more than she was likely doing now. Ichigo could do that much at least. He decided to play it off as if it was no big deal. “Yeah,” Ichigo grumbled out. He swallowed his anxieties and mustered the most carefree expression he could form before turning back to face her. “You know I’m really surprised! I had no idea that you could see us at all.”
The grim expression remained on the renowned beauty. ‘Damn,’ he thought. He was so bad at this. No, he couldn’t give up. Ichigo needed to put Inoue’s fears to rest. He couldn’t fail both Rukia and Inoue on the same day. He had to try harder. “If I knew, then….”
“So, what do you think you’re doing?” Orihime interrupted. With that one question she stopped Ichigo right in his tracks. The forced cheer he wore was banished. Ichigo could only stare at her in surprise. “Kuchiki-san’s originally from that world. Her family, her friends, everything she knows, they’re all over there too?” Her words mirrored his thoughts from earlier. Listening to Inoue come to the same conclusion he did, made Ichigo sink further into uncertainty.
“What are you going to do after you save her?” Orihime continued. “Will you take her away from her family and friends and bring her back here? Is that the right thing to do?” Those questions were left hanging in the air. Ichigo couldn’t utter a single word of objection. How could he? She was right. He hadn’t come up with an answer to those questions when he asked them. He certainly didn’t have them now when Inoue asked. Was he fooling himself all this time? How could he save Rukia by taking her away from her world? All he would be doing is steal her away from all her loved ones. If their roles were reversed and Rukia rescued him by taking him away from his home, his sisters, his dad, friends, and Inoue, he would think she was out of her mind. Why wouldn’t Rukia think the same as him if he just took her away?
Ichigo’s face fell as the cold realization froze his blood over. He was powerless to do anything. He couldn’t save Rukia. All he was left doing was muttering a weak response. “Well…”
“Of course, it is!” Orihime exclaimed. She watched as Ichigo’s gloomy expression evaporated. Confusion emerged on the cute face she adored.
“Huh?” Ichigo asked dumbly. The gloom that possessed Inoue before was gone without a trace. Her natural jubilant energy exploded forth. The bright smile that some claimed rivaled the sun returned in full force.
“I already know! Even if I scolded you like this, you have already made up your mind.” Orihime clenched her jaw and scowled. “You’ll throw out your lower lip like this. Clench your jaw. Cross your arms. Throw your head back and tell her, “Alive, there is a chance you can see your family again someday. But you can’t if you’re dead!” Giving her best impression of Ichigo she crossed her arms and scowled harder. Perhaps he should have been offended by her impression of him, but Ichigo thought it was funny. Scowling didn’t belong on Orihime’s face any more than sadness did. At least this expression gave Ichigo mild amusement.
Orihime could feel the despair that weighed him down, dissipating gradually. She was overjoyed. This meant her old Kurosaki-kun was returning. “That is what the Kurosaki-kun I know would tell her!” The chocolate eyes she adored shone with amazement. If only he knew what that look was doing to her heart. “Go save her! Good luck! I don’t want my friend to die either!”
Just like that all the doubts that plagued him vanished. They were chased away by this girl standing in front of him. She chased them all away as if it was the simplest thing in the world to do. Ichigo couldn’t believe just how simple it was. When he looked upon Inoue’s face Ichigo realized there was only ever one real answer at all. He had to rescue Rukia. If he couldn’t even decide that much, then there was no chance that he could save her. There was no more room for doubt. Inoue in her own way cut through all the doubt. She helped him find his resolve.
Her words or the words she claimed were his were true. If Rukia was alive there was always a chance for her to return to her home and family. That was what he needed to focus on. He had to rescue Rukia. She wasn’t just his friend, but Inoue’s too. With renewed purpose the Ex-Substitute stood up. He would go to hat-and-sandals for training. He would get as strong as he could then he would go to the Soul Society to rescue Rukia. When he did, he would return home to his family, to his friends, and to Inoue. For listening to his problems and being a source of comfort and strength, Ichigo could do nothing less than to bring back Rukia and come back alive.
“Inoue,” he wanted to thank her. Somehow that wasn’t enough though. Ichigo was almost ready to give up on Rukia and himself. The pressures were going to make him buckle and Inoue helped him bear the burden. He had to let her know just how much he valued this; how much he valued her. Words wouldn’t cut it. He really was no good with words anyway. “Inoue,” Ichigo tried again.
Orihime looked at him. “Kurosaki-kun?” she questioned. He had such a serious expression. At first, she thought it was Ichigo coming to terms with rescuing Kuchiki-san, but then he said her name. Was that expression meant for her? If it was, what did it mean?
One again he was awestruck by her beauty and purity. A swell of warmth spread throughout his chest. Their eyes met. Ichigo couldn’t look away from Inoue. He had a feeling she couldn’t look away from him either. Without a second thought Ichigo leaned forward and kissed her hard. He mustered everything he wanted to express to her. His gratitude, his resolve, his affections, all of it was poured into this kiss. What he failed to convey with words he was more than able to convey through the kiss. Inoue eagerly matched his passion with hers.
Their kiss deepened, as her arms wrapped around him. The last thing Orihime expected Kurosaki-kun to do was kiss her. Perhaps that was folly on her part. Kurosaki-kun expressed himself better through his actions than he did with words. This was probably his way of promising her that he would save Kuchiki-san and come back alive. He was doing his best to alleviate her fears. She loved him for that. Orihime made her own promises to support him the best she could. She moved her hands through the golden orange locks, savoring the surprising softness on her fingertips.
Ichigo broke the kiss to ravage her neck. “Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime moaned. His hands were wrapped around her waist. She dug her fingers into his scalp. Part of her feared she might be hurting her beloved Kurosaki-kun, but Orihime couldn’t help herself. His lips were searing hot and wherever they touched her neck burned just as intensely. How could she expect to resist that? If that weren’t enough his hands wandered above her waist. “Ku…. Kuro…. Kurosaki-kun.” Strength was leaving her voice. A heavy dose of lust oozed out in its place. His touch reverberated throughout her body coaxing pleasure out of her. Just before they reached her breasts, they stopped just below them. The reason he stopped short from caressing her chest escaped Orihime. She wished he would play with her mounds. The wait was killing her, yet strangely it heightened her arousal.
Orihime shouldn’t be this aroused out in the open where anyone could see them. ‘Oh no! What are we doing?’ she thought. When had they become bold enough to make out in the open? Sure, they had been adventurous by having sex on the roof of their school, but they had done that when everyone else was in class and with Kuchiki-san’s persuasion. They needed to stop this.
“W-w-we c…ca…can’t do….do this.” She barely got the words out. Kurosaki-kun wasn’t exactly helping. He planted more heated kisses on her lips. Orihime swore he was becoming a better kisser by the second. It was tempting to get lost in it all, but the more rational Orihime screamed at her not to. For some reason she was finding it harder to care about. “W-wait…” she tried again. “We need…to…Ah!” It was at that moment that Kurosaki-kun chose to grab her ample breasts. It wasn’t only his kissing skills that saw a remarkable improvement. All the kneading his hands were doing to her breasts elicited more charged moans from her. It really wasn’t fair.
“Inoue,” Ichigo growled lowly by her ear. He could feel Inoue’s body shudder in his grasp. The Ex-Substitute Shinigami was fully aware he was losing control of his lust. He never intended to go this far, but once their lips touched a damn had broken. The whirlwind of emotions he had been holding back since Rukia left were unleashed. He needed Inoue. Being in her presence gave him strength and his body was demanding more of it. “I’ll bring her back. I swear I will.” He kissed her vigorously. “I need you.” He kissed her again. “I need you,” he repeated.
Orihime couldn’t stop herself from blushing even if she tried. She needed him too. She needed him badly. The reasons why they shouldn’t be doing this were fading into nothingness. If she didn’t act fast Orihime feared she would jump Ichigo right, there and then. “Not here,” she declared. “We can’t do it here.”
“I know,” Ichigo acknowledged. He stopped pawing on her chest. “You’re right. I’m so sorry.” He was about to disengage, but Inoue refused to let go of his body.
Running more on raw sexual desire than rational thought at this point Orihime rubbed the growing bulge in his pants. Kurosaki-kun gasped in response. “Let’s go back to my apartment.” His eyes widened in shock. “I need you too,” Orihime declared boldly.
Tatsuki sighed. Something weird was going on. She could feel it. That wasn’t anything new though. Ever since that sleepover she had at Orihime’s old place months ago, strange things started happening. The memory of that night was still fuzzy at best. There were inconsistencies with the crazy yakuza breaking into the apartment and shooting up the place. Or was it a sumo wrestler? Or was it a monster that attacked the pair?
That didn’t sound right, did it? A monster attacking Orihime and herself was absurd, yet Tatsuki couldn’t dismiss that absurd thought. It was burned into her mind, a phantom image that she could only half remember refused to be dismissed. Was it so absurd? Tatsuki heard a strange roar at Don Kannogi’s live show. Even Orihime heard that. Tatsuki knew she wasn’t crazy at the very least. Although, if she ever told anyone else about the roar, she heard that night and that Orihime was her only witness, the raven-haired martial artists would be fighting an uphill battle in convincing anyone about her claim. Given Orihime’s eccentric personality and unbridled imagination most people would hardly consider Orihime a creditable witness.
A frown formed on Tatsuki. ‘People would definitely think I’m crazy if I said I heard a monster’s roar,’ she thought. Did she just think monster’s roar? Tatsuki just thought that roar belonged to a monster. Maybe she really was crazy. ‘How do explain what happened the other day?’ her subconscious asked. Tatsuki’s blood chilled as blurry images of a terrified Chizuru, the emotionless legions of her classmates, and horrorstricken Orihime flashed through her mind. They disappeared as quickly as they appeared, almost as if her mind was trying to erase these terrible memories. Despite her mind’s best efforts those memories would not be erased, at least not fully.
Monsters were real. What else could Tatsuki call the creature that attacked Chizuru, Orihime, and her? That monster controlled her classmates, controlled Chizuru, and controlled Tatsuki. She wanted it to be a nightmare. When she woke up Tatsuki had hoped it was a dream, but deep in her heart she knew the truth. Monsters were real and one of them stole Tatsuki’s freewill, then made her attack her best friend. ‘That was real? It had to be a nightmare, but it was real,’ Tatsuki thought. What was happening in her life? No. What was happening in Karakura Town? Did anyone know the answer?
‘Ichigo,’ her subconscious replied. The frown on Tatsuki deepened. Despite all the weirdness and foggy memories, the one thing at the center of it all was Ichigo. Ichigo, who was wearing strange black robes, and something was fighting over, Orihime. Ichigo who made a big commotion at Don Kannogi’s live show. Ichigo, who uncharacteristically hit on both Orihime and then her. Ichigo, who now acted unusually bashful around Orihime, but hastily tried to hide it. Everything was pointing at Ichigo. Did he really have the answers she sought though?
Afterall Ichigo wasn’t the only one who was acting unusual. As bashful as Ichigo had been around Orihime lately she was even more so around him. If Tatsuki didn’t know any better, she would have thought the orange haired pair shared a secret. That was another absurd thought though, wasn’t it? If something had happened with Ichigo, Orihime would have told her. At least that is what she wanted to believe. The truth was more complicated than that. Orihime was withdrawn with her all day long. If Tatsuki was being truthful, the renowned beauty of Karakura High would have been withdrawn with her for a while now. Originally Tatsuki was content to give Orihime her privacy. She would tell Tatsuki when she was ready, but now the raven-haired woman was left uncertain if that was the right call.
The strangeness that plagued the last two months, the presence of unknown monsters, her best friend keeping secrets from her, was all centered-on Ichigo. “Ichigo, what is going on with you?” Tatsuki asked aloud. No answer came. Not that she was expecting it too. It was useless to ask questions to thin air. If Tatsuki wanted answers she knew where to get them. That is why she was in Orihime’s neighborhood. When she and her friends had split up after revealing their summer plans, Orihime made some excuse about forgetting a book at school. In typical Orihime fashion, she concocted a bizarre saga, involving aliens and mole people. Tatsuki feigned acceptance, while secretly she spied on her best friend.
Unsurprisingly Orihime went in the direction Ichigo left in. After excusing herself from Asano and the rest Tatsuki doubled back to follow her auburn-haired friend. Her attempts at secrecy cost her. By the time she followed after Orihime she lost sight of her friend. Ordinarily this would have been where her investigation, it was a more generous term to use than spying, ended but for some unknown reason Tatsuki could tell where Orihime was. After the monster attack a few days ago Tatsuki discovered she could feel Orihime’s presence even when she wasn’t around Tatsuki.
While this should have alarmed her it was far more alarming how readily Tatsuki accepted she could detect Orihime from anywhere in Karakura Town. She would count it as blessing for being the self-proclaimed Orihime protector. This new ability would make protecting Orihime easier. It was already making itself useful. Tracking down Orihime was child’s play, however she wasn’t a stationary target. After staying in one place for a while with the presence that Tatsuki assumed was Ichigo they both hurried off somewhere. Tatsuki was forced to chase after them, much to her annoyance.
Clearly their destination was Orihime’s new apartment. Why else would they be in Orihime’s neighborhood? How did Orihime manage to get Ichigo to agree to come to her apartment? Her pursuit bore fruit at least. Tatsuki caught sight of Orihime and Ichigo. If she could trust her own eyes, it appeared as if they were holding hands. Orihime took the lead and was pulling Ichigo, although he was hardly being taken against his will. They were both running at astonishing speeds.
Not one to be deterred, Tatsuki matched their pace. She was careful to keep enough distance between them that her friends wouldn’t catch her. Neither Orihime nor Ichigo noticed Tatsuki when they hurried up the stairs of Orihime’s apartment complex. Nor did they notice when Tatsuki followed them briefly after they left. Tatsuki was ready to throw all caution to the wind and just confront the orange pair until her eyes caught sight of them. What she saw left her awestruck.
There was Ichigo and Orihime making out passionately against Orihime’s door, without a care in the world. It took everything within her to hold back a gasp. Tatsuki couldn’t believe her eyes. ‘What the hell is going on!?’ Tatsuki thought. Orihime and Ichigo were making out! Had the world turned upside down? Yes, Tatsuki often chastised Orihime lightly for not seducing Ichigo with her voluptuous form, but she never honestly thought Orihime had it in her to do it.
Her best friend was way too reserved to capitalize on her sex appeal. Ichigo was far too much of a prude to take Orihime up on her offer if she ever served her body up for him to feast on, or so she thought. Driven by a primal force Ichigo savagely groped at Orihime’s buxom chest to his heart’s content. Clearly Tatsuki’s assessment of him was wrong. Anger boiled in the pit of her stomach at seeing the man she trusted most with her best friend disregard her wellbeing for his own gratification. That flame was quickly doused when she heard Orihime moan when the pair broke apart for air. The most erotic moan Tatsuki had ever heard sprang from Orihime’s lips. She felt her face burn bright red.
That was far from the only erotic thing she witnessed Orihime do. The not so innocent girl had one hand rubbing Ichigo’s butt, while thrusting her crotch against Ichigo’s fiercely. “Inoue,” Tatsuki heard Ichigo groan helplessly. That was when Orihime pounced. Tatsuki witnessed Orihime frantically kiss Ichigo’s throat, eliciting even more charged groans from her childhood friend. Clearly, they showed no signs of slowing down any time soon, much to Tatsuki’s astonishment. ‘A-are they for real?’ she thought. How reckless could they be? Weren’t they afraid of being caught!?
Judging by how Orihime had two hands full of Ichigo’s buttocks, they weren’t in fact afraid of being caught. ‘I can’t believe she is groping his ass like there is no tomorrow!’ Why was she watching this? Tatsuki should be screaming at them for being so stupid. She should be beating Ichigo’s sorry ass for taking advantage of her best friend. She shouldn’t be watching them like some depraved peeping tom! Watching this made her no better than Honsho Chizuru. Yet, Tatsuki couldn’t pull away. Instead, her face burned with humiliation and something else. She stood there frozen in place, watching them. She found herself rubbing her thighs together.
How could they be this brazen? Did they not possess any shame whatsoever? They were so open about their lust for each other. It was as if they stopped their passionate embrace they would suffocate. Tatsuki wanted to be disgusted, but she just couldn’t. Sure, her best friends were being horny teenagers, she wouldn’t deny that. At the same time, she couldn’t deny there was a reason she couldn’t tear her gaze away from them. There was a sort of beauty to their actions.
Or that was what Tauski was telling herself. Ichigo and Orihime’s unrestrained lust were captivating to her. There was only one word that came to Tatsuki’s mind, Arousing,’ she thought. Shame quickly washed over Tatsuki. She really had become Chizuru. The reason she became a peeping tom is because she was getting turned on watching her best friend, a girl who was practically her sister, getting felt up and feeling up her childhood friend. She had become a god damn pervert.
Before that revelation could sink in Tatsuki heard Orihime call out Ichigo’s name, with such desperation and desire that Tatsuki shuddered. “I need you,” she heard Orihime proclaim. “Please. I need you now,” Orihime continued, breathlessly.
“Inoue,” Ichigo moaned, almost in reverence. Tatsuki couldn’t remember the last time she ever heard Ichigo sound so helpless. No, maybe helpless was the wrong word. Mesmerized, might have fit better, judging by his trance-like state. In that state he was likely to give Orihime anything she asked. Tatsuki had never seen this side of Ichigo before. Although, it wasn’t a side she disliked seeing. In fact, she wouldn’t mind seeing more of it. Lust soon overcame his features. Reverence was replaced by a hard stare and open hunger.
He pushed Orihime onto her door and pulled her shirt open roughly. Thrilled gasps from Orihime filled the air for everyone to hear. Immediately Ichigo showered the top of Orihime’s bra clad breasts, arousing more delighted cries from the auburn-haired beauty. Tatsuki could feel her throat dry, while her loins were set ablaze. There was no question about it. She was most definitely a pervert. What shocked Tatsuki was how little she cared now. She continued to watch them intently.
“Yes, Kurosaki-kun!” exclaimed Orihime. Clearly that big dolt threw caution in the wind to embrace carnal pleasures. To be fair to Ichigo, she found herself not caring as much either. Were her panties getting wet? Oh no. They were getting wet. She was getting so turned on that her panties were damp. Rather than being ashamed Tatsuki was tempted to follow their cues and was considering indulging in her carnal needs out in the open.
No. She couldn’t indulge. If she started masturbating here, she would be even worse than Chizuru. That couldn’t happen. Tatsuki closed her eyes and willed her body to obey her. She wouldn’t give into any lewd thoughts. She wasn’t going to brush her thighs together and she certainly wasn’t going to massage her own chest. Tatsuki was going to come to her senses and scold her idiot friends.
That’s what Tatsuki told herself, but her body refused to obey her. A hand crept toward her chest. Much to her dismay Tatsuki lightly fondled one of her breasts. Her disappointment was short lived though. Small pulses of pleasure reverberated through her body. It wasn’t enough to douse the smoldering lust, if anything, it stoked it to burn hotter.
She needed more than this. The light caresses became harder in a vain attempt to chase after relief to this sexual frustration. ‘Shit! This isn’t working,’ Tatsuki thought miserably. Just touching her chest wasn’t going to relieve anything, not when her pussy was aching for her attention. It yearned for her attention. The little self-restraint that Tatsuki had left prevented her from moving her fingers down there. Instead, she tried to quench her carnal lust by groping away at her chest. For all the good it did her. She might as well have been trying to use a glass of water to put out a burning building.
Her sexual frustration only grew stronger. She continued to play with her chest, only teasing herself. Quiet whimpers escaped her lips. Her whole body was consumed by a raging inferno of lust and desire. Her legs quaked, breathing hitched, and fingers twitched to explore a new area that was ignored. Tatsuki’s body and mind were at war with each other, a war that her mind was quickly losing. Reason went out of the window. Her hormones were running the show.
‘Damn!’ she chastised herself. A hand glided away from her chest, towards her stomach. ‘You are better than this,’ Tatsuki told herself, as her hand continued its journey downward. ‘Don’t masturbate out in the open! You must be better than this!’ She was wrong. Those twitchy fingers went inside her skirt and brushed the lips of her womanhood through the fabric of her panties. A huge jolt coursed through her body and a louder moan burst from her. The last vestige of self-restraint was shattered. Tatsuki continued stroking her vagina, edging herself ever closer to a precious release. There was no going back now.
Ichigo continued showering Orihime’s hefty bosom with enthusiastic kisses. He was practically devouring them at this point. Orihime was no better. She was thrusting her hips against Ichigo’s pelvis eagerly. As they moaned away chasing after their gratification Tatsuki chased her own. She kneaded her breasts, while her diligent digits moved passed the threshold of her undergarments and directly touched soaping pussy. Her gaze remained on the orange haired couple. They were hot. She couldn’t deny that truth. The longer Tatsuki watched them the more aroused she got. The more aroused she got the quicker her fingers worked. The quicker her fingers worked the louder her cries were.
“Tatsuki-chan!” A chill washed over her body. A horrified Orihime was staring right at her. Evidently, she was too loud. Ichigo tore himself away from Orihime and followed her line of sight. Much like his lover Ichigo’s face was horror stricken. The rush of heat in her cheeks wasn’t from arousal anymore, but from pure humiliation.
Ichigo’s face became as red a tomato, but rather it was from embarrassment or anger was difficult to discern. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed. “Tatsuki….” Ichigo’s voice dropped. Shock emerged from his face. Tatsuki knew exactly why his emotions shifted so quickly. He just realized she was touching herself. How could things get any worse?
“T-Tatsuki-chan! Why are you touching yourself?!” screamed Orihime for the world to hear.
She was wrong. Things could get worse.
The trio quickly went inside not long after Orihime’s outburst. Ichigo managed to get her and Orihime inside with quickness Tatsuki wasn’t aware he had. That spared all of them from having to see if any of Orihime’s new neighbors had caught them in the act. That hardly solved the problem, but at least it was a problem that they would have to deal with in the future rather than now. They sat around in Orihime’s living room in dead silence. The rush of hormones that drove them to act so rashly were mostly gone or in Tatsuki’s case dulled.
The only evidence of their escapades was Orihime’s open top. Her lavender-colored bra was visible. The only reason for that was that Ichigo’s manhandling had torn a button off. Orihime stared at her lap, while her entire body was stiff as a board. It was such a startling contrast from the wanton seductress that drove the prudish Ichigo to act like a total horn dog. Ichigo’s expression was a mixture of indignant and awkwardness. He was also avoiding looking at her. Not that Tatsuki could blame either of them. She found it hard to look them in the eye.
What could she tell them? They caught her playing with herself at the sight of their fooling around. What kind of friend did that? Not to mention how hypocritical it was for Tatsuki who defended Orihime from all forms of creeps, both male and female, who tried to take advantage of her, because they lusted after her body. What did Tatsuki do? She took advantage of her best friend’s ignorance to indulge in sexual gratification at the mere sight of Orihime being pleasured by her crush. What the hell was wrong with her?
If she had any shred of decency left Tatsuki would bow her head and profusely apologize to Orihime. It was the least she could do to even begin to earn her friend’s forgiveness. “Orihime,” Tatsuki said weakly. The poor girl squeaked quietly. Orihime was mortified. That made Tatsuki feel a million times worse than she already did. “I….um…” Great. Now she wasn’t even forming words properly. “Ah…. I mean…. Wah…” Someone needed to put her out of her misery.
By some miracle Orihime discovered some courage. “Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime said, her voice was barely audible. The newfound courage ran out. Orihime was muttering to herself. She still stared at her lap. “I’m Sorry!” Orihime shouted, causing both Tatsuki and Ichigo to jump. “I’m really, really, really, sorry Tatsuki-chan!” Orihime abruptly bowed her head.
“Inoue! You don’t need to do this!” exclaimed Ichigo.
“He’s right!” Tatsuki quickly backed up. How could Orihime even begin to think she needed to apologize? It was just like that dummy to shoulder all the blame herself.
“No,” Orihime rejected. “I need to apologize.”
“No, you don’t!” Ichigo cried.
“Yeah!” Tatsuki reiterated. Why should she or Orihime be torturing themselves when there was a third party here? She glared at the orange-haired boy. This wasn’t either of their fault. It was all Ichigo. After all he was the one who was undressing Orihime at the side of her door. “If anyone should apologize it is Ichigo!”
“Yeah…” Ichigo stopped midsentence. “Wait what!?” Anger possessed him. He scowled at Tatsuki. He couldn’t believe Tatsuki was trying to shift all the blame on him.
Tatsuki matched his anger and glared even harder at him. “You obviously took advantage of Orihime!” she accused. “There is no way in hell our innocent Orihime would seduce you and start dry humping you out in the open like that!”
Another mortified squeak came from Orihime, while Ichigo gapped. “Th-that’s not what happened!” he started.
Tatsuki snorted. “You are telling me that Orihime has become a masochist!” Both orange-haired teenagers gawked in horror. Tatsuki crossed her arms and huffed. “Ichigo, I get Orihime has a killer body, but that is no excuse to molest her against her door!”
The shock he felt dissolved and was replaced by blood boiling rage. Ichigo seethed. “Give me a break! Don’t act like we didn’t catch you touching yourself, while peeping on us!” Ichigo hurled back. Tatsuki’s self-righteous anger was shattered much to his satisfaction. “You are a closet pervert!” he continued.
“What did you say!?” Tatsuki hollered. She grabbed the boy by the scruff of his shirt.
Ichigo didn’t even look remotely intimidated by the raven-haired martial artist. “I said you are a closet pervert!”
“Take it back,” Tatsuki growled, in a dangerously low tone.
“Make me,” Ichigo retorted, an equally venomous tone.
Orihime watched with bated breath. Both appeared to be on the verge of murdering each other. This was horrible! She couldn’t let her two favorite people kill each other. Kurosaki-kun still needed to rescue Kuchiki-san after all! “Please don’t fight over me!” Orihime implored. “Tatsuki-can, you are wrong about Kurosaki-kun! He didn’t take advantage of me!”
Tatsuki snorted rudely. “You would say anything to save Ichigo. You don’t need to protect him, Orihime.” Tatsuki cast a dark glare at Ichigo. “I know you have been acting weird for a while now. That was why I followed you after you left today.” Orihime and Ichigo were shocked by this proclamation, but Tatsuki chose to ignore them and continued. “I know it has something to do with Ichigo. You’ve been hiding things from me and Ichigo has been acting weird around you. Now I know why. This dolt finally realized you are into him and used that to get into your pants!”
Orihime shook her head vehemently. “I am the one who started it!” she insisted. “I-I took Kuchiki-san’s advice and seduced Kurosaki-kun!”
“What?” Tatsuki turned to her best friend in disbelief.
Ichigo’s expression morphed into one of concern. “Inoue, you don’t….”
Orihime cut him off. “On the day Kurosaki-kun stayed home from school I talked to Kuchiki-san. She told me that she and Kurosaki-kun were only friends and encouraged me to seduces him with my body!” Tatsuki looked flabbergast, but Orihime wouldn’t let that silence her. “When I went over to give Kurosaki-kun notes from school I kissed him and made him touch my boobs!”
Ichigo’s cheeks turned a new shade of red. She wasn’t wrong, but to hear it said aloud it made him sound like a weak-willed person. Tatsuki also turned scarlet red, but unlike Ichigo her mouth fell wide open. Neither of them could stop Orihime as she revealed all the details of their sex life. Ichigo turned three different shades of red that he feared he might stay that way. Tatsuki took on a new hue and became ghostly white. In hindsight he should have stopped her. The pure image of Orihime that Tatsuki had in her head was forever shattered. How could it not be when Tatsuki now knew that Orihime had a threesome with Rukia and him?
What surprised Ichigo the most was that Orihime was the only one among them to have shed their embarrassment. She was no longer a blushing mess nor bashful girl. The confident woman who reinforced his resolve when it was about to give out had returned. Ichigo was left awestruck by her. She truly was beautiful. It wasn’t just her physical appearance, that was only the surface. Orihime’s beauty extended to her kindness and determination to live life the way she wanted. While he was trying to protect her dignity and some image of her that Tatsuki had, Orihime met the challenge of exposing her true self to Tatsuki.
Inoue Orihime was no pure maiden of folklore, but a real woman with flaws and imperfections. She was being honest about her wants and desires. Ichigo couldn’t help but admire the strength it took to make Tatsuki see that. ‘She is strong. You are beautiful, Inoue,’ he thought. His lips curved into a modest smile.
“Y-you had…. a threesome….” Tatsuki stuttered. Truth be told she was blown away by Orihime’s confession that she made the first move on Ichigo. Hearing the fact that Orihime took part in a threesome with Ichigo and the Kuchiki girl caused her mind to shut down. She could vaguely remember Kuchiki was part of their class, but when Tatsuki tried to picture her face all she saw was a blur. “Ah…. wait you also did it at the school!”
Orihime nodded her head in reply. Tatsuki looked toward Ichigo for confirmation. When he also nodded Tatsuki had to accept the truth. “You guys make it a habit to do it in public!?”
“Of course not!” Ichigo defended. Did she really think he was that much of a deviant?
“But you guys had sex with another girl on the school roof and now you were about to do it against Orihime’s door!” Tatsuki retorted.
“We weren’t going to do it against Inoue’s door!” Ichigo insisted. Tatsuki raised an eyebrow as if to challenge his statement. He shouldn’t have been surprised considering that she found them in such a compromising position. Neither he nor Orihime were exactly thinking with a clear head. One stolen glance at Orihime’s torn top exposed how he let his hormones get the best of him. Guilt settled in. He let his lust get the best of him.
“I can’t believe you guys,” Tatsuki mumbled. Disapproval marred her face. She wasn’t upset that Orihime had sex with Ichigo, not since it was clear she was the one who propositioned him. Tatsuki even told Orihime to do just that the same way this Kuchiki did. What upset her was that they invited Kuchiki to join their coupling on the school roof. ‘What the hell? That Kuchiki girl told her to use her tits to nab Ichigo and she gets rewarded by getting to join them?’ If Chizuru had been the one to help Orihime seal the deal with Ichigo, would she have been invited to join them?
The image of Chizuru sucking on and fondling a wailing Orihime’s breasts to her heart’s content while Ichigo thrusted his hips vigorously into Orihime appeared in Tatsuki’s mind. That intrusive thought both infuriated and aroused her. Almost at once she was reminded of her wet panties. As Tatsuki sat there stewing in shame she felt a warm touch on her hand. Her head moved up to see Orihime’s gentle and earnest expression that put her at ease.
“We weren’t thinking clearly,” Orihime stated the obvious. “We were being careless.”
“Yeah, you were!” Tatsuki exclaimed. She felt Orihime give a gentle squeeze to her hand.
Orihime seemingly ignored the comment and continued. “I am sorry for not telling you and making you worry about me.” Guilt weighed on her. “Tatsuki-chan, I like having sex with Kurosaki-kun.” Ichigo and Tatsuki were taken aback by her bluntness, although Ichigo recovered quicker than Tatsuki he still shied away from Orihime’s gaze.
“You don’t have to be so blunt,” she heard Ichigo mumble.
Orihime found his sheepish behavior cute. She took a deep breath. Her face turned stern. “Tatsuki-chan, would you like to have sex with us?”
“WHAT!?” roared Tatsuki and Ichigo. Neither one could conceal their shock.
Baffled by the response Orihime hummed questioningly at the pair. “Inoue, you can’t just ask someone that!” Ichigo interjected, still unable to control the volume of his voice.
“Kuchiki-san asked me if I wanted to have sex with you and her,” Orihime retorted innocently.
Any argument Ichigo was formulating evaporated. Orihime disarmed him with Rukia’s example. He cursed Rukia. She corrupted Orihime’s perception of sex. Asking friends to join in on what should be an intimate moment between them was uncommon.
“Besides,” Orihime continued, “Tatsuki-chan looked like she wanted to join us. She was touching herself down there.”
Tatsuki should have been humiliated to be asked such a question. She should be scolding Orihime for thinking to ask a question like that, but the question ignited desire within her loins. Tatsuki’s mind wandered back to Orihime and Ichigo’s foreplay. The raw desire reignited in a blazing inferno and engulfed Tatsuki. Her body implored her to say yes. “D-don’t be ridiculous,” Tatsuki said instead. No number of lewd thoughts were going to convince her to go against common sense. As if to call Tatsuki out her essence spilled down to her thighs. “Why would I want to be with you and Ichi…”
Orihime leaned into her and pressed her lips to Tatsuki’s own. Her eyes widened in surprise. Orihime kissed her enthusiastically, and easily subdued Tatsuki. It was almost as if the kiss was sucking out all Tatsuki’s strength. She couldn’t believe how ferocious Orihime was. The goddess of Karakura High was unyielding and very demanding. She forced Tatsuki’s pleasure to the surface, causing it to surge through her veins.
Fingers found their way to Tatsuki’s cheeks. She was pulled in closer for Orihime to deepen their kiss. Tatsuki had no choice but to allow Orihime to pilfer her first kiss. Was kissing supposed to feel this good? Before she could properly ponder her question, the kiss ended just as abruptly as it began. Tatsuki was breathless, reduced to a panting state of disarray. Orihime’s luscious lips curled into a smile that somehow radiated innocence and mischievousness. Tatsuki blushed.
Ichigo gulped after witnessing the girls’ passionate kiss. They renewed his own lust. Just like when he saw Rukia and Inoue exploring their bodies before Ichigo found himself enthralled by what Keigo would call “hot girl-on-girl action”. He couldn’t tear his chocolate eyes away from that seductive smile she wore proudly. His pants were tighter. ‘Damn it! Don’t be like Keigo or Kon!’
“Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime uttered in a low, yet sultry tone. It lured Ichigo and Tatsuki’s eyes towards her. Orihime recalled everything Kuchiki-san had said and done with her on the roof. She sought to replicate Kuchiki-san’s sensuality and confidence. “If you enjoyed that, then you need to be honest.” If she could captivate Tatsuki half as well as Kuchiki-san then Orihime would call it a success. “Did you enjoy that?”
The bold raven-haired woman that she knew and loved was gone. She was replaced by a bashful and timid woman who could barely look Orihime in the eye. Tatsuki muttered something inaudible. Orihime was amused by how unusually self-conscious Tatsuki became. Orihime kissed her again with even more fervor than the first time. Her efforts elicited moans from Tatsuki. Embolden Orihime used her tongue to ask for access to her best friend’s mouth. It only took two attempts before Tatsuki caught on and gave her access. Orihime invaded her mouth.
The moans became more frequent and Tatsuki became more pliable in Orihime’s hands. She was dominated by Orihime, not that either one of them minded. When Orihime pulled away Tatsuki whined. She was flushed and left wanting, but Orihime had to be firm. If Tatsuki wanted more than she would need to tell her that. Orihime turned away from her and instead pressed her lips against Ichigo’s. Unlike Tatsuki, her beloved kissed her back with as much intensity.
Tatsuki watched longingly. She was left unsatisfied and yearning for more stimulation. Instead, she was left brushing her thighs together, while she watched in envy as Ichigo and Orihime touched each other openly, fully embracing their desires for sexual stimulation. Unsurprisingly Ichigo fondled the mountainous bosom that nearly every boy and some girls in Karakura High coveted. It made her own breasts ache to be touched. The need for oxygen overcame them and they pulled apart, albeit reluctantly. Ichigo continued to fondle her chest enthusiastically. “Kurosaki-kun,” she whimpered contently. He started kissing her neck. “You are such a good kisser,” Orihime praised.
“Your hands feel so good,” she moaned. This encouraged Ichigo to fondle her chest with even more enthusiasm. The hazel eyes belonging to the auburn beauty landed on Tatsuki. Orihime called her over with her fingers. Like a dog who scampered up to its master at the prospect of food Tatsuki eagerly scampered up to her. “Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime called. He responded with a grunt. “Would you do me a favor?” Ichigo grunted again. “Can you please kiss, Tatsuki-chan?”
“What?” Ichigo shot up and gave Orihime a pensive look. He must have misheard her. Surely, Inoue wouldn’t want him to kiss her best friend in front of her? Rukia couldn’t have corrupted her that much, right?
Orihime gently pulled him back down and gave him a quick peck on the lips. “Please kiss Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime repeated. She pressed her body against his own, smothering him with her plentiful chest. Ichigo would have sworn the auburn-haired woman was trying to entice him if he didn’t know Orihime better. “Please,” she reaffirmed. Her words were laced in thick lust while her hazel eyes smoldered with desire. She was more vixen than the innocent girl he knew. Maybe he didn’t know her as well as he thought, and she was trying to entice him.
No way Tatsuki would go for this though. In fact, she would kill him if even attempted to kiss her. He spared a glance at his childhood friend. Tatsuki was so red that she would rival a tomato. Her normally hard or cocky expression was nowhere to be found. She looked sorrowful and another emotion he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She didn’t look like the Tatsuki he knew. When their eyes locked on to each other Ichigo felt his manhood throb. Stupid hormones made him get hard over Tatsuki of all people.
Orihime saw the uncertainty emitted from Ichigo, but she also saw the lust had remained. It was oozing out of his pores. She had become familiar with him enough to recognize it now. That was good. It let her know he wasn’t opposed to kissing Tatsuki. She wasn’t doing anything they didn’t want to do. Orihime knew that Tatsuki wanted to do this. Like her Tatsuki was nervous to act. Kuchiki-san helped her overcome self-doubt to express herself properly. It was up to Orihime to do the same for her best friend and protector. “Kurosaki-kun,” Orihime turned to Ichigo. “You saw her earlier. Tatsuki-chan is interested in sex. She wants to try it but is too nervous to say it.”
Ichigo didn’t object to her assessment. The memory of Tatsuki’s diligent fingers were likely as vivid in his memory as it was in Orihime’s. He still hesitated, but he was wavering. Kurosaki-kun just needed to be pushed a little more. Taking another page out of Kuchiki-san’s book Orihime moved her hand to his lower body and took hold of his emerging erection. He made an audible gasp to her delight. Orihime stroked him over his clothes.
The golden orange-haired boy groaned. Inoue was becoming better and better at stroking his penis. That was no doubt the benefit of experience she was rapidly gaining. “Please,” she pleaded, soothingly. “Do this for me.” She tightened her grip a bit and stroked him a little faster. Orihime only made slight changes to her technique, and yet it had a bigger impact on her lover than she expected. Groans, turned into full-fledged moans and grew louder. “Please, kiss her for me.” She didn’t need to ask again. Ichigo launched himself at Tatsuki and without warning kissed her hard on the mouth.
Right out of the gate Ichigo came at her harder than Orihime did. Tatsuki was at the mercy of her kisser. While Ichigo was more dominant and forceful than Orihime he was no less successful in stimulating her body in all the right ways. Where Orihime was supple Ichigo was hard. She never thought much of it, but Ichigo was much more muscular than she thought. It felt right. The intense make out session came to end.
While entranced both teenagers averted each other’s gazes. “How was it?” Ichigo asked timidly. He rubbed the back of his head. He tried to play it cool, but the obvious bulge in his pants gave away just how into the kiss he was.
He received his answer when Tatsuki jumped at him and initiated a series of steamy hot kisses. It was all that Ichigo could do not fall backwards. Greedy hands roamed over his body. She felt up his pecs in his upper body, then moved to feel his shoulders. Ichigo could have sworn he heard her hum in approval. “More,” Tatsuki growled, before attacking his lips again. “More,” she repeated. Fortunately for her, Ichigo fulfilled her request and kissed her back.
Basking in a job well done Orihime happily watched her friend discover the joys of sex. Tatsuki was different from Kuchiki-san. Kuchiki-san moved as if she was the embodiment of grace, while Tatsuki was sloppy and crude in her technique. That was probably expected, since Tatsuki was still new to this. If Orihime was honest she was still a newbie at this as well. The lack of experience didn’t make the sight of them any less enticing. Her body was still aroused from Ichigo’s touch. The woman freely caressed her own breasts and enjoyed the sight before her.
Ignorant of Orihime’s efforts to sate her sexual hunger, Tatsuki managed to get Ichigo on his back. Her hands found themselves up his shirt. His bare skin felt too hot to touch. These new sensations were tantalizing. Her hands couldn’t stop moving. They couldn’t wait to discover a new sensation. Speaking of new sensations Tatsuki felt something blunt and hard pressing against her belly. Rather than feel repulsed Tatsuki got excited. She was aware that if Chizuru could see her now that horny molester would call her a hypocrite. At present Tatsuki couldn’t find herself caring for one bit about what Chizuru would say.
As great as kissing was Tatsuki wanted to do more. Despite Ichigo’s passions he didn’t move his hands away from her hips. In comparison to how handsy he was with Orihime mere moments ago he was being respectful of her. It would be sweet if it wasn’t so annoying. Tatsuki broke apart from Ichigo in a huff to his confusion. “Come on already!” she cried. “Touch me!”
Caught off guard Ichigo’s eyes widened in shock. Tatsuki, being impatient, grabbed one of his hands and placed it on her right breast. “Go on and touch it, like you did Orihime.”
Uncertainty masked his face. “Are you sure?” Ichigo didn’t want to overstep any of Tatsuki’s boundaries or make her feel like she needed to be as active as he and Orihime were when they were together. The raven-haired woman rolled her eyes, then forcefully moved his hand around her boob.
“Ugh…. Just touch me already damn it!” Tatsuki bemoaned. “Either you touch me, or I get Orihime to.” Thankfully his grip tightened a bit, and he finally started to grope her. A small jolt ran through her body. ‘That feels good,’ Tatsuki thought. She wanted more of that. She squeezed Ichigo’s pecs to try to convey that she wanted more. They must have been in synch, because Ichigo kneaded her chest with more vigor. That lovely friction was summoning pleasure that flowing through her body.
Suddenly Tatsuki found herself flipped on her back with Ichigo on top of her before she could even make a sound. The apprehension melted away indeed. Ichigo became more brazen and unapologetic. He cupped both of her breasts now before they resumed their kissing. “Did you want more of this?” Ichigo smirked down at her. God that smug smirk should have pissed her off, and to some extent it did, but it also got her hot and bothered. She hated herself for getting turned on by this damned smirk, but when his searing lips met the flesh on her neck Tatsuki couldn’t care less about that smug smirk.
To the side Orihime bit her bottom lips to contain her moans. Her nimble hands rubbed and pressed against her mounds. Hearing Tatsuki’s coarse gasps, while witnessing Ichigo nibble at Tatsuki’s collarbone, stoke her sexual appetite. Her body was engulfed in the raging flames of yearning. It was a wonder her body wasn’t reduced to ashes. The longer she watched them, the more her body yearned for release. Orihime did her best to appease it. Even as her fingers brushed her moist nether regions it only worked to dull the want, not extinguish it.
Ichigo’s talented tongue could come in handy right now, but it was busy inside of Tatsuki’s mouth. Orihime did the next best thing and pushed her fingers past her entrance. The friction created from fingertips brushing her inner walls sent massive shockwaves that made her shudder. Her pleasure started to rapidly build towards the blissful finish Orihime was chasing. If she was thinking rationally Orihime would realize the irony of her current situation. She was now the one pleasuring herself to the sight of Ichigo and Tatsuki eagerly taking pleasure from each other’s bodies.
Not that it would have made a difference. Orihime adored Tatsuki. She wanted Tatsuki to be lost in the throes of passion. Seeing Tatsuki embracing her carnal lusts empowered her own. Was it odd for Orihime to take some enjoyment from watching the man she was falling in love with for pleasuring another woman? Part of Orihime wanted herself to be the one beneath Kuorsaki-kun and felt up, but another part was titillated by seeing Tatsuki being openly pawed at by Kurosaki-kun.
Tatsuki was quick to dismiss that Orihime was masochist, but could there be some truth to it? This was the second time Orihime was aroused by Kurosaki-kun being with another woman. If that was true than why did she still feel bouts of jealousy with Kuchiki-san? ‘This is all so confusing,’ the goddess of Karakura High thought. It was time to push that to the side and enjoy the moment. “Ku…. Kuro…. saki-kun,” she moaned, loud enough to draw his attention back to her.
In pure adoration Kurosaki-kun looked upon her as if she was the most precious thing in the entire world. Orihime felt her heart flutter. To be on the other end of that look made Orihime feel as if she was luckiest girl in the whole world. It made her love him more. The adoration overflowing from Kurosaki-kun made love swell inside Orihime, but it caused his actions to slow with an annoyed Tatsuki.
Ichigo’s groping stopped and his lips were away from her skin. His attention was drawn to Orihime. Envy whispered into her ear. It whispered Ichigo would be more enamored with Orihime’s buxom figure. Her own weren’t comparable to Orihime’s. She never felt inadequate next to Orihime, but in this situation Tatsuki couldn’t help it.
What could she do? Tatsuki couldn’t compete with Orihime. Hell, even Tatsuki found her mouth watering at the sight of Orihime masturbating. If she tried to match Orihime tit for tit she was going to fall short. That meant she needed another plan of attack. Tatsuki hastily undid his pants and grabbed Ichigo’s erection. She was successful in taking back Ichigo’s attention, although her attempt caused Ichigo to cry out in pain. “T-too hard!” Ichigo seethed, glaring down at Tatsuki.
Tatsuki glared back. “What do expect!?” she exclaimed. “I am still new to this,” Tatsuki defended, meekly. Unable to bear his painful expression Tatsuki turned her head away. “Sorry,” Tatsuki admitted. “I am pretty bad at this.”
“It’s fine,” Ichigo reassured. “Just don’t squeeze so hard.” Her grip loosened, but it was still too strong. When he told her this Tatsuki adjusted. It took her a few times before she found the right balance. “There, now just start moving your hand slowly.” Tatsuki did as she was instructed.
“Is that any good?” Tatsuki asked tentatively. She still feared her grip was too strong.
Ichigo nodded with approval. “You are doing fine. You can move a little fast… Ah!” His manhood pulsed pleasantly. Tatsuki was on the right track. She continued to rub him at a modest pace. Ichigo sunk deeper into waiting arms of satisfaction. “Ye-yeah…. Just l-like…. That.”
Tatsuki was surprised by how content Ichigo looked. A simple hand job could erase that ugly scowl. Sexual gratification was a powerful thing. Tatsuki knew that from her own experience of exploring her body. It was more surprising to feel how well-endowed Ichigo was. He wasn’t the boastful type, so it wasn’t like Tatsuki thought he was overcompensating for anything, but she didn’t expect Ichigo to be this big.
‘Orihime has big tits, and Ichigo has a big cock,’ Tatsuki thought. Was that an odd coincidence or was this a sign they were a perfect match for each other? The fruits of her labor showed when Tatsuki felt his essence leaking from the head of his manhood. She rubbed her thumb softly at the head, causing Ichigo to moan more. She noted that he liked that. She used her other hand to trace a path up his length, while Tatsuki continued to gently rub the head and smeared his substance on her thumb.
“Hey,” Ichigo blurted out, drawing Tatsuki’s attention and causing her stop stroking. “Do you want to… um…” He became sheepish. “You want me to…. Ah…. return the favor?” Ichigo pointed toward Tatsuki’s groin, hoping she got his point.
“Oh,” Tatsuki uttered. He wanted to touch her pussy. Ichigo wasn’t full of himself, just because he happened to have a big cock, and he was a generous lover. She was glad for Orihime’s sake that she was with a guy who cared about her pleasure as well. “Sure.” Tatsuki hoped she didn’t sound too eager. “Just be careful down there.”
He nodded. Ichigo’s hand went up her skirt. The young man was surprised by how damp her panties were when he touched them. Tatsuki played it cool or tried to, but her eyes darting back and forth gave away her embarrassment over him discovering how evident her arousal was. Ichigo pushed aside the panties and gently touched her sex. “Is that good?”
Tatsuki only replied with a small whine. With Tatsuki’s reassurance Ichigo lightly brushed her pussy. “Can you press harder?” Tatsuki asked. Ichigo did just that. He made sure not to press too hard. That wasn’t exactly to her liking either, because she asked him to press even harder. Tatsuki started moaning again after he applied more pressure. From there he used her moans and facial expression to guide him. He gradually increased the speed of his stroking.
In her ecstasy Tatsuki had forgotten about the hand job she was giving him. She didn’t mean too, but Tatsuki felt so incredible everything else was banished from her mind, including hand jobs. Ichigo wasted no time and quickly discovered her clitoris, grazed it with his thumb, not even bothering to be gentle this time. “Oh Shit!” she wailed.
She was good and wet. Ichigo slipped a finger inside of her. He started pumping and unearthed more excited moans from her. It didn’t take long for him to insert a second finger. Tatsuki joyful cries morphed into shameless moans. Ichigo couldn’t help but get excited. He felt himself grow harder. Thoughts of penetrating Tatsuki clouded his mind. It was becoming unbearable. “Shit!” Tatsuki bellowed out. Her eyes were closed now as she basked in elation.
“Kurosaki-kun,” Ichigo turned to see Inoue. Her breasts were exposed, the lavender bra was pushed down, revealing hardened nipples. Her left hand groped her chest, while she drove her fingers inside of herself at a steady speed. While she was disheveled and flushed it didn’t detract from her beauty at all. Inoue glowed with a heavenly radiance. “U-use your mouth,” Inoue encouraged. “That will make her feel even better.”
Using his remaining hand Ichigo unbuttoned Tatsuki’s shirt. She helped him remove her school uniform’s shirt. He discovered Tatsuki wore a black sports bra that accented her cleavage. “I’m going to the dojo later,” Tatsuki supplied, as if she needed to explain herself. Ichigo wasn’t surprised by her choice of undergarment. “I can take it off,” Tatsuki announced quietly. “My sports bra, I mean.” He tried to play it cool by giving a nonchalant nod or what he hoped was nonchalant. Ichigo didn’t want to look uncool to either Tatsuki or Inoue by struggling to take off the former’s bra. He backed off swiftly to give Tatsuki space.
In the time it took Ichigo to blink Tatsuki already unhooked it and slipped the straps off. Without sparing a glance at him the raven-haired woman barked at him to look away. Ichigo obeyed, not wanting to make her uncomfortable. “Okay, you can look now,” he heard her say. Tatsuki covered her chest with her arms, still not ready to expose herself.
“It’s okay Tatsuki-chan,” Orihime reassured lovingly. “You can show us your boobs.” Ichigo thankfully kept himself from chuckling at Inoue’s bluntness. “Don’t be afraid.”
“Shut up!” Tatsuki shouted. “I’m not afraid!” Her words said one thing, but her actions said another. Tatsuki didn’t uncover her arms. Inoue smiled kindly at her. She moved closer to her best friend, ignoring her disheveled state. The auburn beauty patted her head and cooed sweet encouragement. Inoue helped settle Tatsuki’s nerves. She kissed the other woman in the same loving way. That managed to soothe Tatsuki more. Realizing this, Inoue kissed her some more.
“There is no need to hurry,” Orihime said. “Take all the time you need.” She gave another sweet kiss to Tatsuki. Slowly Tatsuki unraveled her arms and exposed her chest to both Orihime and Ichigo. “You look lovely,” Orihime stated truthfully.
Ichigo decided Inoue was correct. He couldn’t take his eyes off away from Tatsuki’s breasts. She wasn’t in the same class as Inoue’s bust, but Tatsuki’s bosom was above average in size. Her nipples were a lovely shade of brown and stood fully erect. Just staring at them made his mouth water so much that Ichigo had to gulp. Inoue went behind Tatsuki and gave her a slight push towards him. Inoue smiled at Ichigo, putting her hands on Tatsuki’s shoulders, essentially serving her best friend up for him.
The ravenous beast within him shattered all the restraints and before Ichigo realized his mouth was sucking on one of Tatsuki’s nipples. It was Tatsuki’s erotic cries that awakened his conscious mind. Shockingly enough awareness hadn’t deterred him at all, and Ichigo continued to lick and suck. He wanted to hear more of those erotic moans. The young man’s wishes were granted. The sensual moans filled the apartment.
Orihime watched with approval. She knew Tatsuki would enjoy her Kurosaki-kun’s talented tongue. Glee and desire blended into something ravenous. Tatsuki’s head fell back against her, eyes half closed from sexual gratification, and her breathing became heavier. Kurosaki-kun alternated between Tatsuki’s breasts. “Damn,” Tatsuki said under her breath. “Ichigo,” she mouthed out soundlessly.
God if Ichigo was this good with his mouth it was no wonder Orihime let him have his way with her against her door in a public setting. All these new and wonderful sensations that Tatsuki never experienced before washed over her like a tidal wave. It was overwhelming and suffocating, yet Tatsuki eagerly demanded more. That hot tongue lapped up her tits. “Ichigo…. shit,” she moaned. The moans turned into hushed whimpers when Ichigo’s lips left her chest and went south.
The searing hot kisses touched as much of her exposed skin as they could, until they reached between her legs. He put that talented tongue to work on her soaping pussy. Her cries erupted. Sensitivity was dialed up to a ten and made every little thing she felt feel like a world-shattering event. When that tongue brushed against her clit her eyes nearly rolled up into her head. She thrashed about almost violently, but Orihime still held her steady. Ichigo wasn’t discouraged and continued to eat her out.
It was all too much for Tatsuki. Her vision became blurry. She lost complete control of her motor functions. Even her mind went haywire. She could barely formulate coherent thoughts let alone organize them. Tatsuki couldn’t even comprehend her breathless grunts. Luckily for Tatsuki her body was acting on its own. When Ichigo’s tongue hit her sweet spots her hips thrust forward to give him greater access, and it was all building to that orgasm her body sought. She was so close now, so very, very close. “A-al… most,” Tatsuki panted out. “Ichi…… GOOOOOOOO!” Pure and utter bliss coiled around her as her climax erupted.
Her new lover did his best to swallow as much of her as he could. Ichigo had to admit he still hadn’t gotten to the level where he could catch her essence yet, though he did his best to lick up any remains on her thighs. He was a little proud that he had followed Rukia’s teachings and successfully found what Tatsuki enjoyed most and focused on them. “W-wow,” Tatsuki murmured, more to herself than him. Her body was so lax that she might as well have been mush. When he popped up from between her legs Ichigo witnessed the bliss she was experiencing in the afterglow. He couldn’t even remember the last time he ever saw Tatsuki so relaxed. She was resting against Inoue who was holding back a laugh to his confusion.
Inoue pointed at his chin. “You have some there.” Feeling slight embarrassment, Ichigo rubbed the back of his head, sheepishly. Inoue leaned in to kiss him tenderly, first on the lips then moved to his chin. She lapped up the remains of Tatsuki’s juices. “There,” Orihime stated merrily. She finished cleaning him up. Her natura; jovial nature transformed into sensuality. How this woman could go from joyous soul to sinful seductress was something he marveled at. That look was a painful reminder of his still aching erection. The desire to ravish Inoue was overpowering him.
“Inoue…”
“Kurosaki-kun…”
They both paused, then shared a small laugh at the realization they spoke at the exact same time. Ichigo let her go first. “Y-you haven’t finished yet,” Orihime said plainly. “That’s not fair.” The anticipation was killing him. Orihime could see that much. If she didn’t hurry, he would pounce on her. Part of her relished that idea, but she swiftly chastised that selfish part of herself. Tatsuki-chan was the priority. Her best friend discovered the joys of oral sex yet was still ignorant to penetrative sex. As Tatsuki-chan’s best friend it was Orihime’s duty to ensure she experienced that wonderful sensation. “Finish with Tatsuki-chan.”
“Wait. You want me to finish with Tatsuki?” Disappointment coated his words. His disappointment wasn’t because he found Tatsuki unattractive. It was quite the contrary. This whole ordeal showed Ichigo that Tatsuki was sexier and hotter than he ever imagined. He wasn’t opposed to the idea of having sex with Tatsuki, just not right now. When his eyes fell on Inoue his jaw dropped. The auburn bombshell’s shirt was opened, revealing her curvaceous yet lean figure. Her skin was rosy and marred by love bites he inflicted, which made her irresistible. The hazel orbs were coated in desire. Enormous breasts were freed from the lavender bra and stole focus. Ichigo was nearly ready to blow his load from just staring at Inoue.
Noticing his hungry glare Orihime knew what she had to do. She took hold of his length and started stroking him. Her beloved Kurosaki-kun openly whimpered. “Please have sex with Tatsuki-chan now.” Orihime lightly bit his throat. “When you do then you can have your way with me, as many times as you want.” The chocolate eyes she adored broadened. “I still need you, Kurosaki-kun.” Ichigo gulped loudly, which made Orihime put on her most seductive smile.
The promise of sex with Inoue for as long and as much as he wanted spurred Ichigo on. He shed what little remained of his clothes and was on top of Tatsuki before Orihime could utter another word. Tatsuki was briefly surprised but welcomed him by pulling him down into a steamy kiss. “Do you want to do it?” Ichigo asked after breaking their kiss.
Tatsuki shrank down as uncertainty plagued her. “I guess,” the raven-haired martial artist said in a small voice. “Ye-yeah!” she said louder this time, trying to project bravado. Excitement and anxiety melded. Tatsuki’s nerves were on edge at doing the deed, while also wanting Ichigo inside of her. It was a startling contradiction that occurred within her. She was going to face this like she did with all her problems. She was going to grab this by the horns and take it down. Tatsuki initiated a new make out session. “Lets…. Do…… it,” she said between kisses.
Together they took off her shirt first, followed by her skirt, and finally her panties and unveiling her nude form for her two closest friends to see. Baring it all at this point should have felt like nothing, however Tatsuki still felt the pangs of embarrassment in her nakedness. It was more bearable with Ichigo also being naked. Well, that and Ichigo being a bit of a hunk made it easier. Tatsuki was eating eye candy. “Come on,” Tatsuki said. She spread her legs open. “Let’s do it.” She blushed, beaming up at her new lover.
Ichigo blushed as he beamed down on Tatsuki. His body was raw from all the teasing and foreplay. Sexual frustration was at its peak. Ichigo could hear his body roar at him for delaying their release for as long as he did. It was going to indulge in the young woman’s warm and welcoming flesh rather Ichigo wanted to or not. Ichigo was in full agreement with his hormones. He checked to make sure she was wet enough. She was wet enough for him. He lined up his dick at Tatsuki’s waiting vagina.
“Wait!” Alarmed Ichigo and Tatsuki jumped. Orihime came over to them. She held something in her hand. “Don’t forget to wear a condom.” She offered one up for their use. When did Inoue get condoms? They hadn’t used one before. “I bought some yesterday,” Orihime said sheepishly. Considering their passionate encounters were likely to occur in the future, it wasn’t the worst idea in the world for them to have condoms on hand. Ichigo was thinking of biting the bullet and asking his old man for some condoms, but that thought was forgotten after Rukia’s abduction. He was grateful to Inoue but felt bad at the thought of Inoue going to a store by herself and getting condoms. He hoped nobody from their school saw otherwise who knew what rumors would fly around at Karakura High. He didn’t even want to think how many more guys would hit on her, thinking she was open for business or how many would refuse to take no for an answer. That thought both enraged and sickened him.
He quickly shoved that thought down. There was no reason to kill the mood or make Inoue worry needlessly. Instead he gave Inoue a small thanks. He opened the condom wrapping without too much fuss. It did take him some time before he put it on. Tatsuki frowned at him and muttered a hurry up. He scowled. “Shut up, I am going as fast as I can.” He lined up his manhood back at her entrance. “We go slow for this part,” Ichigo told her. He wore a solemn expression. “It can hurt, so we have to be careful.”
To her credit Tatsuki showed her gratitude with a nervous smile. She realized it was wrong to doubt Ichigo. The fact he was being so careful and empathic instead of just sticking it in for his own benefit said volumes about his character. He wasn’t some asshole who was taking advantage of Orihime as she initially feared when she found out about their liaisons. “Thanks,” Tatsuki said.
“Don’t mention it,” he responded. He slowly entered Tatsuki. The head breached through. Discomfort etched itself onto Tatsuki’s face. The former Substitute Shinigami carefully continued entering her.
“Shit!” exclaimed Tatsuki. She clutched onto Ichigo. Pain reverberated through her whole body. It was excruciating. Ichigo paused to give his friend time to get used to him. He comforted Tatsuki the best he could, telling her he would wait until she was ready for him to move. He whispered about how everything was going to be okay, and they could stop whenever she wanted. Again, Tatsuki found herself thankful for the depths of Ichigo’s empathy. Her lips curved into a modest smile full of gratitude.
They stayed still with what felt like an eternity to Tatsuki, yet Ichigo voiced no complaint. Instead, he held her hand and gave an affectionate squeeze. They were both still too bashful to look at each other for very long, but he found a way to comfort her. “Okay,” Tatsuki said. She took a deep breath and mustered her courage. “I am ready.”
Concerned colored Ichigo’s expression. “Are you sure?” He clearly worried Tatsuki was trying to rush things for his own sake. “I don’t mind waiting.”
“It’s fine,” Tatsuki insistent, doing her best to hold back the annoyance out of respect for the care he shown her. “I promise I am ready.” Hearing her be so insistent made Ichigo move. He made sure his approach was measured. Ichigo slowly thrusted into her. “S-shit!” Tatsuki exclaimed. The renewed pain reverberated through her body. Her arms clung to Ichigo’s back, perhaps in a poor attempt to brace herself.
Ichigo took notice of this. He tried to push the overwhelming pleasure from her warm folds clamping down on his manhood and continued his slow movements. The raven-haired woman beneath him mewled. Never once in a thousand years did Ichigo think his tomboy of a childhood friend could ever make such cute sounds. Her grip on his back tightened. “Tell me if you want to stop.”
Tatsuki just nodded. Pain and pleasure melded together in contradictory combination that consumed her whole body. She felt like she was being stretched out. How could something so big fit inside her? How did it fit inside Orihime? Every time Ichigo pushed into her Tatsuki found herself groaning helplessly. “Ichigo,” she grunted. “…. Ich…Ichigo!” She was no stranger to pain and this type of pleasure was another story. Her limited sexual experience made her realize how exhilarating sex could be. Tatsuki wanted more of it. “Don’t stop!” she demanded. “K-keep going!”
Ichigo heeded her words. He sank deep into the welcoming vagina. The way the slick folds gripped his erection stoked the young man’s arousal more. Moans escaped from his lips. Tatsuki felt great, much greater than he ever imagined or perhaps recency bias was in play. Right now, Ichigo didn’t care. He just wanted to pound away at the busty raven-haired woman. That other side to him, that sexual deviant that had made itself known during his previous sexual encounters, was threatening to take full control of him.
Already the beast exerted his limited control by urging Ichigo to drive his hips into Tatsuki harder and faster than before. He only realized it when Tatsuki’s whimpering transformed into pained wails. “Damn! Not so fast!” she reminded. Unfortunately, her pleas fell on deaf ears. Ichigo steadily built up the speed and power of his thrusts. He drove into her so hard that her body was quaking. “Fuck! Ichigo! Did you hear me? Not so fast!”
“Y-yeah!” he groaned out. “Sorry, I’ll slow down.” He would try his best. Ichigo wasn’t sure if he could keep the beast at bay for much longer. Seeing the jumping breasts empowered the beast enough to nearly knock down and crush his good sense. “Sorry, it just feels so good.”
The already flushed Tatsuki turned even redder from embarrassment. She couldn’t believe Ichigo of all people would say that. “Shut up. That is not an excuse,” she muttered. A small amount of pride rose within her. The fact that she made Ichigo feel so good that he started losing himself, Ichigo who had been with buxom figured Orihime, proved despite what Chizuru claimed she had a feminine charm all her own. ‘Eat it, Honsho!’ Tatsuki thought victoriously.
Heavy panting echoed the room. Lust reigned over the occupants of the apartment. While her lover vigorously pounded into her best friend, with his self-control barely hanging on by a trace, Orihime watched them with bated breath. She brushed her thighs together. The temptation of touching her womanhood was becoming unbearable. It wasn’t long before the young woman resumed masturbating fiercely. “Ah…ahhh” She was so close to getting what she wanted. Tatsuki was going to experience how marvelous sex could be. Once they finished Kurosaki-kun would turn his sights on her. He would be ravenous in his quest to quench his desire for her. She just needed to be patient. Patience was all Orihime needed.
‘Hurry, Kurosaki-kun,’ Orihime thought. She groped at her chest. ‘I need you.’
“Uh!” Tatsuki roared. Ichigo drove his hips into her with more force than before. Her body convulsed. It wasn’t nearly as painful as she expected. In fact, the forceful thrust felt sent shivers down her naked back. Despite the force Ichigo generated, he still wasn’t going fast. He altered his style. He pulled out of her pussy slowly then slammed right back down with a burst of power that caused Tatsuki’s body to rock. She tightened her grip on his shoulder, embedding her fingers nails into his skin.
“Ow!” screamed Ichigo. “Damn it, Tatsuki! That hurts!”
“Don’t scream me at me!” hollered back Tatsuki. Crimson stained cheeks shined with embarrassment. Despite stewing in new humiliation, the young woman loosened her grip. “Just…. you know say it nicer.” Tatsuki averted her gaze, not wanting to reveal any hint of weakness in front of Ichigo, unless she wanted him to tease her.
Miffed at being scolded, Ichigo frowned. She was the one who was hurting him. The least he could get was an apology. The only reason he held his tongue was how demure she was and even then, he barely held it back. “Just be careful next time,” he growled in a low tone.
“What was that?” Tatsuki barked. Not wanting to be scolded again Ichigo rammed his hips for an even harder thrust. The scowl was washed away instantly as ecstasy replaced it. There was no point in fighting, not when they could immerse themselves in this unbridled pleasure. He cupped her right breast as he mindlessly pounded up and down into the raven-haired woman as she groaned helplessly.
Her legs sprang to life and squeezed his hips. They worked a sweat as he continued his slow, yet powerful thrusts. His name was the only word that slipped from Tatsuki’s lips. Hearing his name shouldn’t be erotic, yet every time Tatsuki called his name out it unbelievably sexy. Ichigo could almost swear he felt himself grow even harder. These slow thrusts were becoming agonizing, yet any time he tried to go faster Tatsuki barked orders for him to slow down.
He needed to make do with the slow thrusts, not that it was unpleasant. He took satisfaction from Tatsuki’s body. Her vagina still felt astonishing, and the way her big tits swayed up and down were making his mouth water. When he lapped and sucked her erect nipples Tatsuki’s cries became more intense and frequent. Her hands wandered to his lower back as if trying to find something to grasp on to.
Dazed and confused Tatsuki found it difficult to process everything around her. Her surroundings were formless. She didn’t even feel the carpet on her back. She was aware of the golden orange locks and the chocolate spheres. She felt the weight on her body. Shockwaves burst over and over through her entire being, overpowering and all-encompassing ecstasy infected every cell within her body. This sensation was addictive. Tatsuki needed it as much as she needed water or food. “Oh god! Yes!” Tatsuki wept. “D-don’t stop!”
He hadn’t planned on stopping anytime soon. Ichigo couldn’t hold back his own lustful moans. With his mouth on her tit the former Substitute Shinigami’s muffled moans could still be heard. Heat was taking its toll on him. His forehead glistened with a fresh sheen of sweat. His heart was pounding in his chest so hard that he could hear it. It was such a thrill. “Ah….aaaah!” groaned Tatsuki. Her legs thrashed upwards into the air. Ichigo took the opportunity to grab them, hosting them on his shoulder. An idea popped into his head. He adjusted her body, so her crotch was raised slightly in the air. He angled his member in the right direction and slammed it down as hard as he could.
He elicited a broken, yet powerful moan from her. Her nerves were on fire. He was tearing her apart. At least that is what it felt like to Tatsuki. That stupid big and broad appendage was invading her insides, spreading her pussy apart, reaching places Tatsuki never thought possible. By all rights Tatsuki should be in excruciating pain, yet it was a dull ache compared to white hot ecstasy bombarded her like a tidal wave over and over. The experience was maddening. Tatsuki wasn’t sure how much more her body or mind could take.
These massive shockwaves of sensations were smashing against some invisible wall like a wrecking ball. Tatsuki had only been vaguely aware of this wall before. The more Ichigo’s cock drove her folds apart the more of those walls it smashed. Something was going to give. She could feel pressure building up. Was this an orgasm? It must be, but it felt so much more intense than the previous orgasm she had. Tatsuki was approaching the peak fast and she was going to be pushed off it and would freefall into nirvana in the very near future.
“Shit!” Tatsuki said soundlessly. Tears glistened her eyes. Her legs kicked into the air. The wall was falling to pieces fast. For Tatsuki it was too damn slow. When she opened her mouth to plead with Ichigo to finish it off Tatsuki found her voice vanished. Without her voice Tatsuki was forced to resort to wordless plead with Ichigo to go faster.
Tatsuki’s plight escaped Ichigo’s notice. He focused on her pleasure filled sobs, her drenched raven hair, her brown eyes filled with pure lust, and even her shuddering body. Staying true to Rukia’s teachings, Ichigo made sure to commit what pleased Tatsuki the most. When he rubbed her clitoris with his thumb, he noted her explosive reaction. He stroked her the erect bud in synch with the pumping of his hips. Ichigo smothered her neck and torso with hot kisses before returning to her brown nipples. He couldn’t get enough of her breasts. Judging by soundless whimpering Tatsuki had no problems with this.
“Ahhh!” Ichigo groaned. He felt her walls collapse around his cock, signaling Tatsuki’s climax and ushering his own.
The invisible wall was smashed completely and ushered in a wave of satisfaction, causing Tatsuki’s body to jerk uncontrollably. She couldn’t feel her limbs. The euphoria that she was experiencing was unfathomable. She had never even come close to experiencing anything like this. Tatsuki never wanted this feeling to ever end. Ichigo was still thrusting into her!
Moans freely slipped past Ichigo’s lips. Tatsuki couldn’t recall a time when she had ever seen her childhood friend ever look so relaxed. He carefully lifted her legs off his shoulders and placed them on the floor or she thought that was what she saw. Things had become blurry. Exhaustion sank in and her eyelids grew heavier and heavier. Moments before Tatsuki fully lost her conscious one thought flashed in her mind. ‘Sex is awesome.’
Tatsuki was sound asleep. He was willing to bet that even if the heavens came crashing down right now that Tatsuki still wouldn’t wake up. Ichigo removed his softened member from her pussy, then removed the condom. Truth be told Ichigo was also tired. He was trying to catch his breath. It was nothing, a cup of water and a few minutes of rest and he would be back reenergized.
“Kuro…. saki-kun.” The alluring tone caressed his eardrums and beckoned him to turn around. His gaze fell upon a hot and heavy Inoue, who was staring back at him. Her hazel eyes brim with sensuality so thick and heavy that Ichigo could feel it bristle his skin. “I’m glad you showed Tatsuki-chan how great sex can be.” Inoue shrugged out of her shirt. “I-I’ll keep my promise.”
She fully removed her bra. “You can have your way with me as much as you want.”
His flaccid dick stirred. Inoue was an astonishing sight to behold. She was both an otherworldly beauty and natural seductress. Suddenly Ichigo’s weariness was forgotten. The beast reawakened. They were on the same page. “Don’t you want me?” Inoue asked almost innocently.
“Where is he?” Urahara Kisuke was waiting outside of his shop. Tessai was sweeping the front of the shop, making sure it remained presentable, just in case they received any customers.
“Did you say something?” Tessai asked.
Urahara frowned from underneath his hat. “I was just wondering where Kurosaki-san is.” He reiterated, more to himself than Tessai. “I told him to come over here for training after school. I was sure that his school had been out for over an hour.”
“We must take into consideration that the young Kurosaki-san will have to inform his family of his absence for his training,” Tessai reminded his boss. “This training will take nearly two weeks. He will need an excuse for why he won’t be home.”
Tessai brought up a good point, but still from what Urahara had managed to grasp of Kurosaki Ichigo’s character the scientist was sure he would be here not too long after his school let out. The boy was extremely protective of the people around him and possessed an immense will. Factoring in Ichigo’s doubts weighing on him Urahara had calculated that he would find his resolve and be here not too long after school was over. However, his family could be another matter. While he informed Isshin of the situation Kurosaki-san’s sisters might have wanted to spend more time with him before he left for the next two weeks.
“Perhaps, you are right,” the shop owner replied.
“There is no need to worry. If that man is his father’s son, then he will be here.” Tessai was sure of that from what he had seen of the Substitute Shinigami’s actions. “He will be here,” the former Kido Corps captain reaffirmed. “Most likely he is putting his affairs in order and taking care of his loved ones.”
The young man was putting his affairs in order, just not in the way that Tessai speculated. Inoue Orihime was bent over, on her hands and knees, on the floor of her apartment. Kurosaki Ichigo was ramming his hips into her from behind as hard and fast as he could, kneading her breasts roughly. Both teenagers were coated in sweat, red all over, and were crying out in passion without giving a second thought. They were too immersed in each other to even consider that Inoue’s neighbors might overhear them.
“Oh! Oohhhh! Ye… Yes! Kurosaki-kun!” screamed Orihime.
“In…. Inoue! Yo…. Ahhhh! You feel…. amazing!” Ichigo groaned excitedly.
Urahara decided Tessai was right. There was no point in worrying just because Ichigo wasn’t here yet. The young man was unlikely to back out and he still had his friends to consider before he started their training. “You are probably right,” the shop owner declared. “I’m sure Kurosaki-san is enjoying a little bit of time with his friends before he embarks on the rescue mission to save Kuchiki.”

I wanted to end the chapter a bit on a humorous note, since the previous one ended on Rukia being captured by her brother and best friend. I didn’t go in depth with Orihime and Ichigo sex scene, since she was featured a lot in the story so far. I wanted to write the manga scene, because it shows well Orihime understands Ichigo and can be a source of strength for him. I wanted to use it to show Ichigo’s feelings for Orihime deepening. I like the Ichigo/Orihime ship, so whenever I get a chance, I want to showcase it when I can in this story. It fits into the story, since Ichigo is going to deal with lust and love and how to distinguish between them.
Tatsuki being buster than Ichigo realized is based on the Kon Radio skit where Kon called Tatsuki flat chested and Tatsuki said she was a C-cup and only looked flat chested next to Orihime. I hope to have the next update faster than this one.
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