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"Go ask Ren out," Sumi told her. "The worst she can say is no".
Akechi chewed on her bottom lip. That’s what she’s afraid of. Akechi'd been crushing on Ren since she transferred last year. That's what pissed her off the most. The fact that Ren had that much power over her. One flutter of those long dark lashes and Akechi was putty in her hands.
“If you want her, you have to tell her. She can’t read your mind”. Sumi sighed. "How about you start by spending some time with her after school? We do have exams coming up".
Akechi raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that, last week—”.
“Last week you both went for the same book. I know, while it’s cute, it doesn’t prove she’s psychic. She’s in the same class”.
Ren sat right in front of Akechi. Akechi spent about half of the class watching her. The way Ren twirled her pen when she was thinking. Her long fingers, those soft-looking curls and deep grey eyes. The multitude of colored pens she had in her bag. The incessant meowing that Akechi heard every class.
"I don't think she studies". Ren seemed to get perfect grades without trying, which infuriated Akechi. Everything came easily to Ren: good grades, perfect looks, perfect skin.
“Then you can use that as an in. Say that you’re having trouble understanding the material and suggest a study date”.
Akechi sighed. “I doubt she’ll believe that, considering I’m one of the top students in the class”.
"Well, I guess you can study. But I was suggesting that you could study together".
Akechi's cheeks turned red. "God, I'm not that damn desperate"! She wouldn't mind some stress relief, but she wasn't going to jump into bed with just any girl. No matter how hot Ren was.
Wow, talk about major denial. Sumi had her work cut out for her. "Numerous text messages say otherwise".
"You wouldn't". Akechi said, narrowing her eyes.
Sumi stood firm. “Then ask her out”.
“You have to be quiet in class. Akechi keeps giving me funny looks”.
Morgana popped his head out of the bag. “Are you sure she’s not checking you out”?
“I fucking wish. But she’s so far outta my league”. Ren ran her hand through her hair. Maybe she’d grow it out this year. Then again, if she did, she’d have to start brushing it in the morning.
“Really, the finance major is out of your league? She’s like a rank higher in the school hierarchy than the other math majors and she’s out of your league”?
Okay, maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration. Ren rubbed her neck. “I still doubt she’d go out with me”.
“How about this: you propose a study date since you’re in the same chemistry class”?
That could work. Ren did need to raise her grades a bit before midterms.
She checked her phone. Ren had enough time to stop at the pet store before her cooking class.
After school, she had to pick up her mom's necklace from the jeweller's and her dad's birthday present from the engraver's.
Akechi let out a nervous sigh. How hard was it to find one woman? She checked her fitness tracker; at least she was getting in her steps. Akechi was about ready to give up and head to a different cafeteria when a meow caught her attention. “Of course”. Ren and that damn chatty cat of hers.
“Gimme some,” Morgana whined, sticking his head out of the bag.
Ren opened a bag of squid snacks and placed some on a napkin. “I’ll save you some”.
“Ooh, extra crispy ones”. Morgana meowed as he stuck his face into the bag.
“You’ll choke”. Ren warned him. But Morgana was already inhaling them. Good thing she bought extra bags yesterday. She let him have the bag while she mixed her noodles.
Akechi marched up to Ren’s table.
“Canf ey helf oo”? She said through a mouthful of noodles. Ren stretched out her legs. Thankfully, it wasn’t as breezy inside.
Why was Akechi doing this again? She sighed and crossed her arms over her chest.
“I hope you didn’t come over here just to scowl at me”. Ren sprinkled some seaweed on her noodles. She got that enough from her classmates.
“I’d like to propose a study date”. Akechi uncrossed her arms. “Chemistry, to be precise”.
Ren raised her eyebrow. “Sure, I was going to ask you tomorrow”. She took another bite of her food. “Want some”?
Akechi blinked, she didn’t think it’d be that easy. “No thanks, I have my own”. As if on cue, her stomach growled.
“Sit, I have enough”. Ren pushed a second bento in front of Akechi.
A groan came from inside Ren’s bag.
“Be quiet, I’ll buy you another later”.
Morgana popped his head out of the bag. “I want sushi”.
“Fine, but you have to wait until Tuesday”.
Akechi stared at the black and white cat. “I knew I heard a cat”. She took a bite and moaned. Akechi knew she shouldn’t have skipped breakfast. This was a much better lunch than sandwiches and rice balls.
“Yeah, that’s Morgana, he can talk”.
The cat could talk. “I’m sorry. Your cat can talk”?
Ren nodded and scratched Morgana’s head.
“So, how can he talk? And why does he have a girl’s name”?
Morgana turned and glared at Akechi. “I am not a girl! I am not a cat! I am Morgana”.
To say Akechi was taken aback was an understatement. “You weren’t joking”. Honestly, she thought Ren was fucking with her.
“That’s the name he came with”. Ren speared a piece of karaage.
Akechi was starting to think she should abandon her plan. Sure, Ren was cute and all. But a talking cat, that she could now understand, it’s a bit much. “Okay,” it’s better not to question things. “What are you looking at? Do I have something on my shirt”?
“No, you don’t have to be so buttoned up. Come mere”.
What did she mean by that? “What are you doing”? Ren’s skillful fingers unbuttoned her shirt. Air caressed her chest, but that was nothing compared to the chill she got when Ren touched her.
“There you go,” Ren said as she sat down. “Like I said, you don’t have to be so stiff all the time. Plus, you looked hot”.
Akechi’s cheeks burned. “And showing everyone my boobs is the solution”?
“You have nice boobs, it’s not a crime to show them off”. Ren fed Morgana a piece of spicy tuna.
Akechi looked down at her chest. Sure, her boobs weren’t the biggest or the roundest, but they weren’t half bad. She just wishes she wore a different bra, one that showed off her boobs better. “Says the woman with C-cup boobs”.
Ren hid her blush behind her thermos. She’s had guys try and guess her size. Her friends took care of them. But a woman... that was different. “They’re not that big”.
“Really”? From where Akechi’s sitting, they look pretty big. “How big are they”?
Ren glanced around to make sure no one was listening. “Mid B-cup”.
“That’s certainly bigger than mine”.
Ren smiled and took her hand. “Like I said, you have nice boobs no matter the size”.
Warmth spread throughout Akechi’s body. “Thanks”. A flash of dark red caught her eye as Ren pulled her hand away.
“Here,” Ren said, holding her chopsticks out.
It’s a bit embarrassing being fed in public. The taste of the honey sesame rice filled her mouth.
“You like it”?
Akechi nodded. She loved the way Ren’s eyes sparkled. “Did you make this”?
“I made the rice and sesame sauce. The honey came from the store”.
“It’s amazing, you should become a chef”.
Ren smiled, “maybe I’ll do that after I finish my degree”. She gave Morgana an octopus sausage. “You know I was going to ask you for a study date”.
“Aren’t you a chemistry major”?
“It was more of an excuse to ask you out”. Ren said, rubbing her neck.
Okay, so maybe her plan wasn’t all that bad. Sure, there was an annoying talking cat, but a cute girl wanted to ask her out. Akechi watched as Ren fed Morgana, using the same chopsticks as she used to feed Akechi. She shivered; Ren’s table manners and cleanliness could use some work.
“This is the nicest lunch I’ve had in a while. Usually, I eat in the library or with Sumire”. Akechi reached for a drink.
“Here,” Ren slid her thermos across the table.
Akechi hesitated for a moment. Swapping spit with Ren was better than doing it with Morgana. “Thanks”. A creamy, nutty blackberry flavour filled her mouth. “You drink coffee for lunch”? Akechi usually had tea or flavoured water.
“I live above a coffee house and have free rein to use the beans as long as I don’t break anything or use too much of the expensive beans”. Ren poured some in a cup, blew on it and gave it to Morgana. “That’s Colombian Nariño and Ethiopian Mocha Harrar”.
Akechi took another sip and licked her lips, tasting cherry lip balm. “It doesn’t taste spicy”. It’s cute how gentle Ren is with Morgana. Akechi’s never had a pet; she wouldn’t know what to do.
“I know, I thought all the flavours would mix together”. Ren shrugged. “It was my first time mixing beans, so it could’ve gone worse”. She’d heard horror stories of the brew being too strong or too weak, the flavours overpowering each other, etc.
Akechi looked from the thermos to Ren. “So, I’m the guinea pig”?
“If it tasted like shit. I wouldn’t let you have some”.
Morgana snored away in Ren’s bag.
He looked so cute. Maybe Ren could buy the sushi today. How much money did she have left? It would be better to buy a small thing of sushi to tide him over until Tuesday. Maybe she could pick up an extra shift this weekend.
“I should be going. I wanna take a nap before my next class”. Ren stood up and packed her stuff away. “I’ll see you tonight, at around 19:00 ish”?
Akechi checked her watch. Shit, she had to get going. “Yeah, give me directions to your place”. She threw away her garbage and passed the box back to Ren.
“You might wanna button your shirt up a bit”. While she didn’t mind the view. Akechi didn’t seem like she liked too much attention.
Oh, yeah, she forgot about that. Akechi quickly buttoned her shirt. “I’d rather not attract any unwanted attention”. Most guys knew, but some were brainless. Although she wouldn’t mind getting attention from some girls. “Wear something nice”.
“What do you think: dark or bright”? Ren asked Morgana.
Morgana wrinkled his nose. “Why do I care”? He stuck out his paw, cleaning the underside.
“Which one do you think Akechi will like more”? Dark suited her better, but the bright red ones had black lace.
He flipped his tail. “Ask her”.
“I think I’ll go with the dark red set. It leaves more up to the imagination”.
“I thought this was a study date”. Morgana said, stretching.
Ren reached behind her and hooked her bra. “Just in case”. She adjusted herself and pulled up her skirt. “Plus, it makes me feel sexy”.
Morgana flopped and rolled around on Ren’s shirt.
She sighed, now she needed to get the lint roller. If she could find it, that is. Ren didn't want to buy a fifth one, but they keep disappearing.
“Pink or lavender”? Akechi placed her hands on her hips. “If Ren was watching as closely as I think she was, she already saw the pink ones”. She pursed her lips. “And my ass does look better in the lavender ones”. Plus, they were higher cut.
Should she really be worrying this much for a simple study date? Probably not, but there was a chance something could happen. Akechi doubted they’d go far, but if they did, she wanted to look hot.
“Now, which skirt to wear”?
She could go with the pleated black one. Akechi stood in front of her closet. What good was a walk-in closet if she couldn’t find anything to wear? Maybe the short red one? No, she wasn't that desperate to get laid. The bubblegum pink one wasn't bad. Akechi held it up. It was dark enough that it would hide what she was wearing underneath.
Now, what colour shirt would go? She didn't want to go with black. Maybe that dark purple sleeveless shirt? Wait, did she shave her armpits? Okay, so sleeveless shirts were good.
Akechi did have a nice shirt that went with her pink skirt. But it was unnecessarily frilly and was more suited to formal events. Like that tennis luncheon her dad made her attend last week. God, she hated those luncheons. But at least they had delicious food and if she was lucky, hot girls she could flirt with.
She bought a baby blue shirt last week, but now she couldn’t find it.
Akechi dug deep into her closet and pulled out a coffee brown sleeveless top. Pink and brown always worked well together. At least, according to her favourite bakery and their gorgeous pink and brown business cards.
She frowned at her bra straps peeking out; grabbing a bra clip, she quickly turned it into a racerback.
“Okay, I should be good to go”. Akechi paused, surveying her room. Perfume was a possibility. “Daisy or Eternal Flame”? She sprayed one on each wrist, cringing at the daisy scent. Akechi’s mother bought her a bottle for her 18th birthday. Akechi loved the scent as a child but found it a little overbearing as she got older. On the other hand, Eternal Flame was a sexy, sensuous, lavender musk.
What necklace did she want? A diamond pendant was more for fancy events; a gold chain was too plain; the chunky silver loop one that caught her hair when she wore it. Why does she have so many necklaces? Akechi was about to give up when she spotted it. A rose gold necklace with a pearl pendant. It was fancy, but not too fancy.
There was no way Akechi was wearing lipstick; it’s messy and gets everywhere. Plus, if they do go further, it’ll be a pain to clean up.
Ren could feel her thong creeping up her ass. Hopefully, it wouldn’t stay on too long.
“Morgana,” she began.
“I know. I know. I’ll head over to Futaba’s house so I don’t walk in on you and Akechi playing with each other”. He sighed, swishing his tail. Morgana had walked in on Ren while she was getting off far too many times.
Ren blushed and rubbed her neck. “There’s no guarantee that you’ll walk in on us. I just don’t want to chance it”. If everything went according to plan, Ren had a good chance at getting laid. And she didn’t want Morgana glaring at her the whole time. As it was, she could hardly get off before bed.
Ren would love to have time to rub one out in the bathroom. Sadly, Akechi was chronically early.
The study date started out well, although Akechi was showing off a bit. Even if she was right, it got old real fast. Although, at the same time, it was kinda hot.
“Ren, the electron configuration for neon is not on my face”. Akechi sighed, “nor will you find the year it was discovered on my chest”.
Ren rubbed her neck, cheeks burning. “Sorry about that”. She twirled her pen. “You look really pretty today”.
Akechi smoothed her hair. “Thank you, but we still have to study”. She could tell that Ren was getting bored. “We have 2-3 sections left to cover”. Akechi flipped through her book.
Akechi hummed as she calculated the days left before exams. “Two and a half months. We should be on section 8 or 9 by July”. She tucked her hair behind her ear. “ Kibu san may stop at section 8. But I know section 9 will be on the test and—”. Akechi flipped to the table of contents. “It’s a rather short, simplistic section, so I’d take it upon yourself to brush up on that section”.
Akechi opened her notebook. She muttered something as she wrote.
“Huh, whatcha’ writing there”? Ren craned her neck, trying to read Akechi’s neat and tiny handwriting. She would kill to be able to write like that. Her handwriting looked like a chicken wrote it.
She tore the page out. “Here, if you follow this schedule, you’ll be well prepared for your chemistry final”.
Ren glanced at the page. “What about you”?
“A. I know I’m going to study and B. I don’t have to worry too much, seeing as it’s not my major”.
It occurred to Ren that she never asked Akechi exactly what she was studying. “Aren’t you a finance major”?
“I’m double majoring in finance and accounting, with a minor in philosophy”. She flipped her book back to the section they were on. “Now, let’s get back to it”.
Ren blinked at the sudden whiplash. “Uh, 1s²2s²2p⁶ and 1898 by William Ramsey and Morris Travers”.
“It’s nice to see that you have something rattling around up there”. Akechi paused, “you might want to write Sir William on the exam. You know how Kibu san is”. Periodically, Akechi would find Ren staring at her. She didn’t mind it; in fact, she loved it. But this was first and foremost, a study date, not a booty call. “I guess you’re not just a pretty face after all”.
Ren’s thong chose that moment to slip between her cheeks. She excused herself to the bathroom. As soon as the door closed, she whipped it off. Cool air caressed the newly revealed skin. How anyone wore those things was beyond her. She should’ve just gone commando from the start. But no, she had to wear a matching set. It’s not like Akechi would find out prematurely.
As Ren was washing her hands, she spotted her thong hanging on the shelf by the door. She’d have to remember to take it upstairs after Akechi left. The last thing she wanted was for Sojiro to find it.
A couple of hours later, they finally finished.
“Alright, that should do it for now”. Akechi closed her book with a thud. She checked her phone. “I should get going”. Maybe she expected too much from a study date.
Ren bit her lip. “You want a drink”?
Akechi shoved her books in her bag. “What kind of drinks”? She could go for a glass of iced coffee or maybe some Pinot Noir.
“There’s a bottle of semi-dry Gewurztraminer Alsace chilling in the fridge. We could share it”.
Akechi raised an eyebrow. “You do know we have another year before we’re legal, right”?
A pretty blush spread across Ren’s cheeks. “It can be our little secret”.
“Just a joke. My dad doesn’t care what I do as long as I don’t fuck up his campaign”.
Ren’s heart raced. “I’ll go get the bottle then”.
Ren wasn’t able to find normal-sized cups. So, they had to use coffee cups, which meant she could only feel them partway.“So, your dad allows you to drink”?
Akechi took a sip. “Most of the luncheons and meetings don’t care”. She traced the black cat on the cup. “I’m not sure what that says about them”.
“I don’t think they have to worry as long as no one talks”. Ren watched as Akechi licked a drop of wine off her lip.
Akechi shrugged and drained the rest of her cup. “You look really pretty today”.
Warmth spread throughout Ren’s body. “So, do you”. Ren moved closer.
“You did say this was a study date”. Akechi wishes she wore a low-cut shirt. “Although you did spend most of the time staring at my boobs”.
Ren’s cheeks turned red. “Like I said, you have nice boobs”.
She’d definitely chosen the right bra. “You’ve never seen me naked”. Warmth flooded Akechi’s body. Hopefully, this wasn’t a one-night stand.
“We could change that if you want”. Ren placed her hand on Akechi’s knee.
Chills ran down Akechi’s spine. Sure, she’d flirted with girls before, but she’d never gone further than ‘eye fucking’. Ren’s offer was tempting. Something about it being behind closed doors made it all the more exciting. “Have you done this before”?
Ren shook her head. “Only in my dreams”. She wishes she would’ve looked up some kind of guide first. “We’ll go slow then”.
Akechi pulled Ren into her lap. "You and that tiny skirt of yours". Akechi loved the way Ren shivered as her hands slipped under her skirt.
Ren smiled and wrapped her legs around Akechi's waist. "I think you just like me sitting in your lap".
She rested her hand on Ren’s lower back. “Who wouldn’t”? Ren’s skin was soft under Akechi’s fingers.
“So my plan’s working”?
“Do you routinely do this, or am I a special case”? Akechi asked, running her finger over Ren’s slit.
Ren rolled her hips. “You try having a thong up your ass”. There are things she wouldn’t mind up her ass, a thong isn’t one of them.
“That explains the thong in the bathroom and here I thought Sojiro was seeing someone”.
Ren buried her face in Akechi’s shoulder. “I don’t want to think about that”.
“How about we move this to the bed”? Akechi’s ass was going numb. Hardwood floors weren’t great for fooling around.
Ren leaned back on her hands. “We can continue if you want”. No thong was definitely the way to go.
“Close your legs”. Akechi blushed and turned away.
“You were rubbing me before. Why should me spreading my legs matter”? Ren crossed her legs. She would love to get back to that and maybe do the same to Akechi.
Akechi sat back on her heels. “I don’t know what to do”.
“We’ll go slow”. Ren took Akechi’s hands, squeezing them.
Ren cradled Akechi’s face in her hands. “Relax,” she whispered, brushing her lips over Akechi’s.
Every pass made her lips tingle and heart race. The way Ren’s breath coasted across her cheek drove her crazy.
“Just like that”. Ren planted a soft kiss on Akechi’s lips. She took Akechi’s hands.
Akechi licked her lips, tasting wine and peach chapstick. “I like it”. Her cheek burned as soon as the words left her mouth.
“You’re cute”. Ren leaned closer. “Wanna try again”?
They fumbled a bit, bumping noses, before finding a comfortable rhythm.
Akechi let Ren guide her back. She buried her hand in Ren’s curls. A tiny moan slipped out when Ren bit her lip.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get cuter”. Ren slipped her hand under Akechi’s shirt.
Ren’s touch sent chills down her spine.
Ren chuckled when Akechi wrapped her legs around her waist. “You like that”?
Akechi glared at Ren and pulled her back in. She wanted to keep doing this forever. Ren’s curls tickled her cheeks as they kissed.
“You’re getting better”. Ren said, tucking a lock of hair behind Akechi’s ear.
Akechi’s eyes had softened to a molten mahogany. “I never knew kissing a girl would feel so soft”. Ren’s lips tasted like sweet raspberries.
The bed creaked as Ren leaned in. “We could go further”.
Chills ran down Akechi’s spine as Ren’s finger slipped under her bra. The way Ren curled her finger, running it along the curve of her boob.
“Tell me”. Ren cooed in her ear. “Has anyone ever touched you like this”? Her finger circled Akechi’s nipple.
“No”. Akechi jumped when Ren pinched her nipple. Sooner or later, Ren was going to have her whole hand in Akechi’s bra. Akechi wouldn’t mind that, but it’d be better to get undressed first.
Ren smiled and withdrew her hand. “You can feel me up if you want”. She tucked a lock of hair behind Akechi’s ear. “Or we could switch it up”. Ren placed her hand on Akechi’s thigh.
Akechi’s blood pulsed under her skin. She placed her hand on Ren’s chest, pushing her back.
“Option B”. Ren’s voice shook slightly. She did not expect Akechi to take control like that, but she wasn’t going to complain. “What’s next”?
Akechi straddled Ren’s thigh. Honestly, she didn’t have much of a plan. Akechi just wanted to see how Ren would react. “You look pretty like this”. She said, carding her fingers through Ren’s curls.
“If that’s all you’re going to do. You could at least move your knee closer”.
Akechi raised her eyebrow. “You want my knee closer to your crotch”?
“Yes, is that weird”? Ren licked her lips as Akechi moved closer.
“A little. If you were a guy, I’d think that you want me to step on your dick”. Akechi pushed Ren’s legs apart.
“So I can grind on your knee”.
Akechi ran her hands down Ren’s sides. “It’d be easier if you sat in my lap”.
“Okay,” Ren said, as she straddled Akechi’s thigh. She wrapped her arms around Akechi’s neck.
Akechi’s cheeks turned red. “Are you comfortable”? They should have more study dates if this was going to happen.
“Very,” Ren shifted a bit. “You seem like you’re into this”.
Who wouldn’t be? “Well, when there’s a pretty girl in my lap”. Akechi slipped her hand under Ren’s skirt. “Of course I’m into that”.
“Well, I happen to know you’re into this”. Ren said as she leaned in.
Akechi moaned, tangling her fingers in Ren’s curls.
“You make the prettiest noises”.
God, the way Ren bit her lip.
Ren jumped when Akechi grabbed her ass. “I thought you were a boob girl. Not that I mind”. Akechi could grab whatever she wanted.
“I am, but when you make it easy for me”. Akechi ran her finger over the swell of Ren’s ass.
“We could make it easier”. Ren said, slipping her hand under Akechi’s shirt.
Ren’s fingers felt soft and rough against Akechi’s skin as she undressed her. It was better than Akechi had imagined.
“Lavender suits you”. Ren ran her finger over the lace. “Even more than pink does”.
Akechi’s skin burned as Ren reached behind her. “I knew you were looking”.
She unhooked Akechi’s bra and slid it down her shoulders. “Beautiful”.
Akechi’s cheeks turned bright red. “They’re nothing like yours”.
Ren gently cupped her boob. “I go after whatever girl I’m attracted to, regardless of boob size”. She flicked her thumb over Akechi’s nipple. “And like I said before, you have nice boobs”.
“Keep doing that”. Akechi bit her lip to keep from moaning. Usually her nipples were only this sensitive when she was on her period.
“How about this”? Ren rolled Akechi’s nipple between her finger and thumb.
Akechi fisted her hand in the sheets. “Yes”.
Ren smiled and switched nipples. “What would you do if I licked them”?
She squeezed her legs together. Akechi hoped she had more control, but there was a chance she’d come. “I don’t know”.
“Maybe we can try that later”. Ren trailed her lips along Akechi’s jaw. “We’re a little too dressed for that”.
Akechi could feel herself getting wetter. “Then lay back”.
She could get used to this. Ren pecked Akechi on the lips before laying back. “Go ahead”.
Jesus, Ren was going to be the death of her. Akechi hooked her fingers in Ren’s skirt and pulled it down. She’d never thought of pubic hair as sexy; to her, it was a nuisance to keep and remove. Akechi ran her finger along the outside. “That’s kind of hot”.
Ren’s cheeks turned dark red. “I thought I was the only one who liked it”. Shaving sucked and she liked having a bush between her legs.
“It’s hot on you”. Akechi leaned down, brushing her lips over Ren’s.
Ren smiled and cupped Akechi’s face. “It works better if you actually kiss me”.
She moaned as Ren’s hand slid down her body. Akechi was getting the hang of kissing. It also helped that Ren’s touch made her head spin.
“You taste like cinnamon". Ren said, licking her lips. She placed her hand on Akechi’s chest.
Akechi took the hint and laid back. “My boobs looked okay, right”? Since she lacked volume on top, when she bent down her boobs looked like chicken cutlets.
“You look great”. Ren pecked Akechi on the lips. “They’re the perfect size and I like how they hang”.
Akechi’s cheeks turned dark red. She playfully hit Ren on the shoulder. “They look like chicken cutlets”.
“What if I like chicken cutlets”? Ren asked, cupping Akechi’s boob.
“Nobody eats boobs”. Akechi jumped when Ren licked her nipple.
Ren smiled and flicked the bud with her tongue.
This felt better than when she sucked on her own nipples. Akechi buried her hand in Ren’s curls.
She gave the bud a few more kitten licks before switching over to the other one. Ren loved the way Akechi tugged on her curls.
Akechi pushed Ren away. “Get back on track”.
“You were enjoying it”. Ren teased, hooking her fingers in Akechi’s skirt. “I like the high cut”. She traced the waistband.
Akechi’s skin rippled under Ren’s touch. “You should see how my ass looks”.
“You’ll have to show me later”.
Akechi wrapped her legs around Ren’s waist and flipped them.
“That was hot”.
Akechi slid Ren’s shirt up and off. “You think everything’s hot”. She traced the lace on the cups. “Dark red is definitely your colour”. Akechi reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “Jesus”. She ran her finger down the length of Ren’s boob. “Gorgeous and big”.
“Other girls are bigger”. Ren said as her cheeks turned red.
“They aren’t you”. Akechi tucked a curl behind her ear.
Ren buried her fingers in Akechi’s hair. “Kiss me”.
The bed creaked as Akechi leaned in. She traced the outline of Ren’s lips with her tongue.
Ren hooked her leg around Akechi’s waist. “I said kiss me, not tease me”. She took Akechi’s necklace in her hand, rubbing the stone.
“You’re not complaining”.
Why would she complain? Akechi’s touch drove her wild. Anything to make that last longer. Ren moaned as Akechi kissed her.
Akechi felt Ren wrap her other leg around her waist. “If you flip us, we’ll end up on the floor”.
Ren chuckled. “Actually, we’ll probably hit the wall, then the floor”. She pulled back, batting at Akechi’s necklace.
“You’re like a cat”. Akechi sighed and laid back.
Ren hooked her fingers in Akechi’s panties, sliding them down her legs. “A cute cat”. She traced the outline of Akechi’s pubic hair. “You trim”. With two majors and a minor, Ren figured Akechi would be hairier than she was.
“I bought a new bikini”. Akechi’s cheeks turned red. It was a lot skimpier than she was used to. But she wanted to branch out a bit. The top fit her perfectly and showed just enough and the high-waisted bottoms showed off her hips and ass.
Ren nodded. “I found a bikini like that when I went shopping. Would’ve bought it, but I didn’t want to shave”. It was a shame, she looked really hot in that bikini.
“You should go for it. If anyone can make visible pubic hair a trend, it’s you”.
Ren smiled. “Maybe I will”. She took Akechi’s hand.
Heat flooded Akechi’s body. “Why are you looking at me like that”?
“Because you’re gorgeous”. Ren said, leaning down to kiss her.
Akechi arched into her touch. She took Ren’s hand and placed it on her chest.
“I mean it, you’re gorgeous”. Ren’s fingers danced down Akechi’s body.
Every touch felt electric, like she had live wires under her skin. Anymore and she wouldn’t be able to hide how wet she was. “What are you doing”?
Ren ran her hands along Akechi’s thighs. “I’d like to show you how gorgeous you are”.
She loved how carefully Ren parted her legs. Fuck, she was going to be soaked by the end of the night.
“Beautiful,” Ren whispered. Her fingers quickly found Akechi’s clit.
Akechi’s eyes widened, she instinctively wrapped her legs around Ren’s head. She clutched at the sheets.
Damn, if Ren had known Akechi was this wet, she’d have started earlier. She slowly inserted a finger and crooked it to the left.
Akechi bit her lip. She didn’t know if Ren had magic fingers or if she was too used to her own fingers. Whatever it was, it felt amazing.
“What about here”? Ren smiled when Akechi arched her back. “Or here”?
Pleasure flowed through her body. “Yes”.
Ren withdrew her fingers and leaned in. “Let me know how this feels”.
Akechi saw stars when Ren licked her clit. She buried her hand in Ren’s curls. ”Fuck,” she moaned.
She reached between her legs. At this rate, Ren would come before Akechi.
“Ren,” Akechi grinded against Ren’s tongue.
Wetness dripped down Ren’s chin. She reached for Akechi’s hand.
Akechi dug her heels into Ren’s back. She faintly remembers taking Ren’s hand.
“How was that”? Ren asks, lifting her head.
Akechi’s thoughts raced as she stared at the ceiling. “Give me a minute”.
The bed dipped as Ren laid beside her. “Am I that good”?
“You licked my clit”. Akechi rolled onto her side. She never imagined it would feel that good.
“That doesn’t answer my question”. Ren ran her thumb over Akechi’s necklace.
Wetness dripped down Akechi’s leg. “Give a tissue”.
Ren handed her the tissue box. “Are you sure you don’t want something stronger? I can get some napkins, paper towels, or toilet paper”. She preferred napkins or toilet paper. Paper towels were too rough.
“Tissues are fine”. Anything was better than a sock. Akechi shuddered. The amount of cum crusted socks her mom had to wash when she was growing up.
Okay... Ren took a tissue and wiped her mouth.
“To answer your question, yes, you are”. Akechi met Ren’s eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head”.
Ren smiled. “So, where’d you get the necklace”? She ran her finger over the smooth, flawless white stone.
“My parents got it for me when I got into college. It’s a pearl”. She twirled a stray curl around her finger.
“It’s pretty”. Ren trailed her finger up the chain.
Akechi smiled. “And they call me Crow”. She ran her hand down Ren’s arm.
“What can I say? I have an eye for shiny things”. Ren took Akechi’s hand. Her eyes trailed down Akechi’s body.
Heat flooded Akechi’s body. “You’re acting like I’m the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen”. She liked the thought of that, but there was no way it was true.
“What if it’s true”? The bed creaked as Ren moved closer. “Don’t sell yourself short”. She kissed the back of Akechi’s hand.
Coffee filled Akechi’s senses. “You smell like Honduran SHB”.
“You know your coffee”.
“I frequent coffee shops in my spare time”.
Ren ran her thumb over the back of Akechi’s hand. “I’m surprised you have time”. Two majors, a minor and she was pretty sure Akechi was on the debate team. Not to mention anything else Akechi was involved in that Ren didn’t know about.
“I keep a pretty tight schedule. It does get hectic and tiring sometimes, but I get everything done”. Akechi sat up and pulled the blanket over them. At least she wasn't pounding energy drinks anymore. Coffee lasted longer and tasted a lot better.
“Are you cold”?
Akechi snuggled under the covers. She was cold, but it was the intimacy of it all, letting someone see you naked. “A little”.
“We could cuddle”.
She hesitated but allowed Ren to hold her. “So, do you normally wear jewellery, or do you just have a thing for my necklace”?
“I like rings and occasionally some skinny bangles”. Some days, you could hear her coming from a mile away. Ren reached up and rubbed her earlobe. “I might get my second holes pierced when I graduate”.
“I’ve never seen you wear earrings”.
Ren laid her head on Akechi’s chest. “I’m allergic to nickel”.
“My mom’s the same way”. Akechi said, running her fingers through Ren’s curls. She should ask her mom if she knew of any affordable earring shops.
“Yeah, I have to triple-check every pair of earrings that I see”. Some earrings were beautiful, but with no label, Ren didn’t want to take the chance.
It was a long time before either of them spoke again.
“Ren,” Akechi whispered in her ear.
“Morgana, give me back my ruby earrings”. Ren mumbled.
Akechi smiled and shook her head. She reached back and unclasped her necklace.
“Where are you going”? Ren blurrily stared up at her.
“I’m just taking off my necklace”. Akechi placed it on the nightstand.
Ren buried her face in Akechi’s chest. “Don’t leave”.
“Go back to sleep”. Akechi ran her hand down Ren’s back.
“Warm,” Ren wrapped her arms around Akechi’s waist.
Before she fell asleep, Akechi vaguely felt Morgana jump on the bed.
Ren woke up to Akechi snoring in her ear. “Akechi,” she kissed the side of her neck.
“Why are you kissing my neck”? Ren’s touch wasn’t unwelcome; it was just an odd first thing in the morning.
“Do you want me to stop”? Ren tucked a lock of hair behind Akechi’s ear.
Akechi tilted her neck to the side. “No, but I thought you’d at least wait until we brushed our teeth”. Ren’s little nips sent shivers down her spine.
“I’ll do that before I eat you out”. She wrapped her arm around Akechi’s waist.
She never knew what Ren was going to say. “I hope so”. Akechi slung her leg over Ren’s waist.
“If I didn’t, you’d kill me”.
Akechi smiled, loving the way Ren’s lips trailed down her neck. “I would. But it’s too early for us to play with each other”.
She kissed Akechi’s neck. “So, what time would you like to start”? Ren paused. “Akechi”? All she got in response was soft snores. “... I guess we’ll do it later”.
“So,” Ren said, carding her fingers through Akechi’s hair. “What do you want to do”?
Akechi purred and closed her eyes. “Keep doing that”. She never liked people playing with her hair, but the way Ren did it felt great.
“You are gorgeous”. Ren whispered in Akechi’s ear. She wrapped her arm around Akechi’s waist.
Ever so slowly, Ren’s hand crept up her body. Akechi placed Ren’s hand on her boob. She jumped when Ren flicked her nipple. “You have this obsession with my chest”. Akechi shifted so Ren could grab her other boob. Ren’s hands were softer and bigger than her own.
Ren smiled and kissed Akechi’s neck. “Not too big, not too small. You could get away without wearing a bra”.
“How do you know I haven’t”? Akechi flipped around to face Ren.
Akechi’s hair caught the light, highlighting the gold strands. “From what I’ve seen, you’re too straight-laced. Plus, you don’t seem like the kind of girl that likes people paying too much attention to her chest”.
Pink spilled across Akechi’s cheeks. “While I don’t like people staring at my chest, I forgo a bra on occasion”. Okay, so maybe she was exaggerating a bit. As long as she wore nipple covers and made sure not to move too fast, nobody knew and it’s not like her boobs were anything special.
Ren raised her eyebrows. “You’ll have to send me a picture the next time you do”. She watched as Akechi turned the prettiest shade of dark red. “I’ve already seen you naked”.
Akechi burrowed under the cover. “Just because we slept together doesn't mean I’m going to sext you”!
“...That was a bad joke. I shouldn’t have said that”. Ren put some distance between her and Akechi.
Heat pricked at her cheeks. “Pervert”.
Ren shrugged. “It’s not a crime to take pictures”.
“No…”. Taking pictures made Akechi feel sexy and free. Plus, she could use that backdrop and high-resolution, dual-processor camera her dad bought her when she was 11. She’s pretty sure her dad wouldn’t approve of her using the camera to take naked photos of herself.
Ren pursed her lips. “I had you pegged wrong. You’re freakier than I thought”. She extended her hand towards Akechi.
“It’s not like I sell the pictures”. She did move the pictures and videos to a heavily password-protected flash drive and choice ones to her triple-password-protected phone. Akechi reached out and placed her hand over Ren’s.
Ren slowly moved closer. “So, what do you use”?
The warmth from Ren’s skin against hers sent chills down her spine. “I was obsessed with photography from age 11-14. I even won some local contests and took second place at the junior nationals”. She still did a bit of photography on the side. In fact, she was waiting to see if she advanced to the next round of the Tokyo In Nature finals.
“Impressive, so now you use your skills to take nudes”. Ren said with a smirk.
Akechi rolled her eyes. “It’s not all nudes. I have some pictures of me in lingerie”.
“Well, if you’re interested. If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine”. She whispered the last bit in Akechi’s ear. Sure, Ren didn't have a fancy camera like Akechi did. But nowadays, phone cameras were almost as good, if not better.
Fuck, Akechi squeezed her legs together. Now was not the time to get excited. Akechi hated how easily Ren could make her wet.
“Am I turning you on? Or do you have to go to the bathroom”? Ren thought for a minute. “If it’s the former, I can help. If it’s the latter, the bathroom’s downstairs”.
She placed her hand on Ren’s chest. “What about you”? Her hand slid down Ren’s body. “You seem like the type that hates underwear”.
Ren pulled Akechi close. “Not hate, per se. I do wear underwear. I just prefer to go without it”. She ran her hand down Akechi’s back. “No underwear and a miniskirt on a cool spring day, feels perfect”.
“Have you forgotten the bush between your legs”? Akechi buried her fingers in Ren’s pubic hair. “I could see if you shaved”.
Ren laid back and pulled Akechi on top of her. “I’m not going around flashing people. You should let yours grow out and try it for yourself”.
The bed creaked as Akechi moved between Ren’s legs. “And if I don’t own a miniskirt”. Her miniskirts were longer than most. Even back when she used to shave, Akechi was always more conservative. 'Leave some to the imagination', her mother always said.
“I’ll loan you one”. Ren spread her legs. “We’re probably the same size”.
Akechi inserted a finger and curled it to the left. Maybe she should let her pubic hair grow back; Ren hardly looked wet until Akechi touched her.
She arched her back as Akechi inserted another finger. Akechi’s blunt nails felt amazing.
Akechi leaned in and flicked Ren’s clit with her tongue. She smirked as Ren’s clit jumped. “Feels good, doesn’t it”?
Her cheeks turned red. Ren pushed Akechi’s face closer. “Keep going”. Every lick sent shockwaves through her body. It wouldn’t be long before she came.
Akechi pinched Ren’s clit between her fingers, earning her a delicious moan. “I wonder”. She skillfully parted Ren’s cheeks. Akechi gathered some wetness and spread it over Ren’s hole. “Have you ever had your ass eaten”?
“No,” Ren squeaked. She had to be soaked by now.
She licked a strip across Ren’s hole. Akechi dug her fingers into Ren’s hips to keep her from moving.
Ren moaned and ground against Akechi’s tongue. She threaded her fingers through Akechi’s hair.
Akechi rubbed Ren’s clit with her thumb. Ren’s thighs shook with each pass.
The coil was reaching its limit and when Akechi pinched her clit, she lost it.
Hopefully, no one heard them. Akechi sat up and licked her lips. “Damn, you can scream”. Something dripped down her face. “You squirted”.
Akechi rarely got that excited. The last time she squirted was a couple of celebrity crushes ago. She might still have that picture. Maybe it was time to put fresh batteries in her favourite vibrator and see if she could do it.
Ren turned beet red. “Sorry”. Was it bad that she wanted to cum on Akechi’s face again? Akechi would look hot with cum dripping down her boobs, or even her ass.
“Aim lower next time”. Akechi wiped her face. “It was pretty hot how you screamed”.
Ren’s eyes followed Akechi as she approached. Fuckin’ hell, she was lucky. “You’re gorgeous”. She was envious of the lines on Akechi’s stomach. Akechi wasn’t ripped, so much as she was fit, especially for a woman as busy as her. “You have to share your workout routine”.
She sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you sure you can keep up”? Akechi trailed her fingers down Ren’s body.
“Maybe I’ll be able to keep up with you and maybe I won’t. But I’ll get a great front row seat”.
Pink spots appeared on Akechi’s cheeks. “You’re too flirty for your own good”.
Ren simply shrugged. “I like flirting with people”. Her eyes drifted down Akechi’s chest. “Your boobs look great from this angle”.
The bed creaked as Akechi straddled her waist. “And how do they look now”?
Something wet dripped onto her stomach. “I can help you with that”.
Heat flooded Akechi’s body. She didn’t think she’d be that soaked. “How”?
Ren’s eyes shone in the sunlight. “Sit on my face”.
“...I won’t fall, will I”? Akechi wanted to, but she didn’t want to hurt Ren.
“That’s the best part”. Ren smirked.
Akechi’s eye twitched. Was this seriously the girl she slept with? “I hope you’re kidding”.
Ren took her hand. “Even if you fall, I’ll catch you”.
Akechi hesitated before getting settled. “Just don’t drop me”.
“Trust me”. Ren dug her nails into Akechi’s hips.
Akechi had little time to prepare before Ren dove in. She gripped the headboard. How was Ren this good? Her thighs shook as Ren’s tongue found all of her sweet spots. She thought she only had one or two sweet spots. Then again, it was probably the angle. She dropped her hips.
God, Ren was in heaven. Akechi’s wetness dripped onto her face and tongue. Ren spread Akechi’s legs.
She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Akechi grinded against Ren’s tongue. Pleasure flooded her body.
“I want to hear you”. Ren said, licking her lips.
Akechi blushed as she met Ren’s eyes. Ren's pupils were blown and she had a lovely red flush across her cheeks. She looked absolutely blissed out and gorgeous. And that’s what pushed Akechi over the edge. Ren should not look that hot while eating her out.
Ren happily “helped” Akechi clean up. Until Akechi squeaked one too many times and pushed her away.
She didn’t trust her legs, so she climbed down Ren and rolled onto her back. Akechi tried to close her legs, but she was still too sensitive. “Where did you learn that”? She managed in between breaths.
Ren cleaned herself up and passed the tissues to Akechi. “Internet”.
Akechi whimpered as she sat up. She hated staying wet for too long. “Send me the videos”. Although she'd need a longer tongue to pull off some Ren’s tricks, most of it was replicable. She very carefully cleaned up, tossed the tissues in the garbage and fell back.
“You okay”? Ren eyed the tissues on the ground. Akechi had about as good an aim as she did.
Akechi nodded. That felt amazing, but she hated being overstimulated. A few minutes later, she sat up. “How long is your tongue”?
“Not as long as you think”. Ren smiled and placed her hand over Akechi’s. “I think we should make this a regular thing”.
Akechi snorted. “You want to have sex study dates”? It sounded weird, but she wouldn’t mind doing it again. Maybe they could do it at her house next time.
“Why not”? Ren wrapped her arm around Akechi’s waist. “It’s clear we both enjoy them”.
Chills ran down her spine as Ren nuzzled her neck. “And when there’s no upcoming tests”?
Akechi’s skin was warm under her lips. “We can have sex, or just talk if you’re not up for sex”.
Well, it would give her something to look forward to and a little break never hurt anybody. “I think I can pencil you in”.
Ren smiled and kissed Akechi on the lips. “Then I have more time to convince you that you have great boobs”. The bed creaked as she got up.
“It’s here somewhere”. Ren rummaged through her dresser. White was better saved for a hot summer day, blue was nice but not it and brown matched Akechi’s usual style. “Try this on”.
A red tank top landed on Akechi’s head. She slipped it on, noticing that it had crudely cut sides. “I hope you didn’t pay for this”.
Ren crawled into bed. “It was an old shirt I turned into a tank top, maybe two years ago”. She leaned back to get a better look. “What you lack in volume, you make up for in side boob”. Ren ran her finger along the curve of Akechi’s boob. “Some girls would kill for that”. Red is so Akechi’s colour.
Akechi glanced down at her chest. She spent years wondering why she couldn’t pull off the styles that she saw other women wearing and Ren figured it out in one day.
“Akechi”? Ren said softly.
She met Ren’s eyes. “How’d you know”?
“The way you described your boobs. Chicken cutlets are usually flat on top and thicker on the sides”. Ren grabbed Akechi’s necklace and sat behind her.
Akechi’s breath caught as Ren fastened her necklace. “You have this obsession with my necklace”.
“I knew you’d look beautiful”. The bed squeaked as she got up.
Akechi ran her hand through her hair. She wouldn’t leave the house dressed like this, but she loved the way that Ren was looking at her.
Ren paused and then walked back to the dresser. “Try this one”.
This time a dark blue crop top landed in Akechi’s lap. “You need to work on your sewing skills”. There was barely enough fabric to classify it as a shirt. If anything, it should count as a rag.
“That one I bought”. The bed dipped as Ren sat down.
Akechi shrugged off her tank top. “I hope they paid you”.
The way Akechi’s boobs bounced as she changed her shirt. God, Ren could get used to watching Akechi get dressed. “I think it was half off”.
Akechi side-eyed her and slipped the shirt on. “I think it should’ve been free”. The shirt barely covered her boobs. “So why am I wearing this”?
“You have underboob”.
She was starting to think Ren was just fucking with her. “I can see that”.
Ren smiled and leaned close. “What I’m trying to say is, just because you don’t have voluptuous boobs doesn’t mean that you don’t have great boobs. You just need to play to your strengths".
She shook her head. “You could’ve just told me that”. Akechi pecked Ren on the lips. “You also could’ve asked if you wanted me to give you a show”.
Ren’s cheeks turned red. “You would’ve believed me if I didn’t show you”. She straddled Akechi’s lap. “Plus, I like watching you undress”. She carefully lifted Akechi’s shirt up. “You’re honestly beautiful”.
“I have some time before my first class”. Akechi said, wrapping her arms around Ren’s neck.
Ren pushed her back. “I think we should switch it up”.
Goosebumps followed Ren’s touch. “Do your worst”. Akechi could afford to be a few minutes late.