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Natsuki has struggled with self esteem since middle school. As early as sixth grade, girls were already developing breasts and curves all over. Yet Natsuki’s body remained the same for three years. Flat chest, barely curvy, and still as short as ever.
Until finally, the summer before Natsuki would be starting her first year in high school, luck decided to be on her side and give her a growth spurt.
Granted, it wasn’t too drastic. She grew some boobs, thank god, though they still weren’t that big compared to most girls her age. Her ass seemed to develop a lot more, though. The flesh that was once barely able to fill out any pair of jeans she wore, she now struggled to hide it. The curve of her ass would be present if she wore anything that wasn’t loose.
As for her height, well… she only grew an inch, going from five foot one to five foot two. Hey, it still counts!
The difference must have been noticeable, though, because both Sayori and Monika commented on it.
During her first day, people who she didn’t even know were complimenting her, even though she could’ve sworn she looked the same as she always did — y'know, besides the minimal bodily changes. It wasn’t like she was wearing anything outstanding. In fact, she was in the school uniform required. A plain, button down, white shirt with a red tie, and a blue plaid skirt.
Her hair was still in the same childish style, most of it let loose, centimeters away from reaching her shoulders, with two pigtails tied up with red ribbons. Her face looked the same. Barely matured, all chubby cheeks and pink, plush lips.
So what was so different?
It’s been a few months since then, and Natsuki has learned to come to terms with her newfound good looks. She decided to let go of the pigtails she always wore, and instead let all of her pink hair flow down to her shoulders. She stood taller (figuratively, of course), displaying the confidence that she never had before. It felt good. Great, even.
“Look at you, Miss Hotshot!” Monika approaches Natsuki in the hallway, startling the shorter girl half to death. “You’re so much different than you were just a few months ago!” She grins.
Natsuki resists the urge to smile in order to keep up her mean persona. For Monika of all people to call someone a hotshot is a huge compliment, considering her status. Everyone loves her, she’s so smart and beautiful. Not to mention well developed. She’s five foot eight, which is pretty damn tall for a high school girl, and she’s real busty from top to bottom.
“Whatever,” Natsuki scoffs, though there’s no true annoyance in her tone.
“She’s right!” Sayori suddenly appears, bouncing beside her. What the hell? How the hell did these two spawn out of nowhere? “You’re totally hot now!”
Natsuki scowls. “Pick your jaw up off the floor.”
Sayori giggles. “How can I? You’re like a goddess or something!”
“So dramatic.”
“No, no, she’s right,” Monika smiles softly. “You’re more confident now. That’s why everyone’s so drawn to you all of a sudden.”
“Not only that…” Sayori says cheekily, which causes Natsuki to blink up at her in confusion. “You’ve also got this going for you,” She smirks, and before Natsuki can ask what the hell she’s on about, Sayori raises her hand up and delivers a quick, swift slap to the shorter’s ass.
Natsuki’s face burns a bright red as she lets out a loud yelp. Sayori and Monika begin laughing their asses off, and Natsuki shoots them both a threatening glare. She knows it’s not that intimidating considering her size compared to them, but she still does it, wanting to get the point across.
Everyone in the halls watches the scene, and Natsuki, despite being more confident than before, still feels herself shrink up with embarrassment. Her friends are making her look like a fool!
Still blushing like a strawberry, Natsuki speed walks away from the two girls. They call after her, laughter still in their voice, but she ignores them and continues speed walking to her next class, her eyes pointedly fixated on the hardwood ground beneath her in order to avoid people’s weird stares.
Suddenly, her head hits something, which sends her tumbling backwards onto her butt. She squeezes her eyes shut in pain, rubbing the side of her head. When she opens her eyes again, she looks up and sees a girl standing over her, offering her hand out.
And holy fuck, she’s gorgeous.
Natsuki was no stranger to pretty girls. She’s around Sayori and Monika all day, every damn day. Also, when she found out she was a lesbian over the summer, she did her fair share of experimenting — going on dates, watching lesbian porn… yeah. She’s seen a lot of pretty faces, and sexy bodies.
But this girl… she can’t be anything under five foot ten. Her legs are so long and so, so smooth. She’s got long, dark, purple hair that falls all the way to her thighs. And her face — she doesn’t have a childish, chubby face like Natsuki’s. She looks so mature, those slim eyes accompanied by deep, purple irises, staring right down at Natsuki. Her cheekbones have barely any fat on them, and her lips look so soft… so pink…
Natsuki’s eyes slowly move downwards from her face, and her jaw instantly hits the ground.
Her boobs are huge!
It looks like they’re going to pop out of her button down shirt any second now! Seriously, how strong are those buttons? And why is Natsuki blushing? She shouldn’t be drooling over some random girl’s boobs even though said girl is exactly her type!
“Are you alright?” Random Hot Girl says, and oh, her voice is so soft, just a few octaves lower than average.
“I’m fine!” Natsuki squeaks out, scrambling to her feet without taking the girl’s hand. “W-Watch where you’re going next time, you giant!” She scolds, placing her hands on her hips and pouting.
The girl chuckles, and it’s like liquid sin, despite the context of it not being anything of the sort. The sound resonates deep within Natsuki, causing her heart to beat loudly inside her chest.
“Sorry,” The girl offers a small smile. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you around before.”
Natsuki rolls her eyes. “‘Cause I’m a freshman, dumbass. By your size, I’m assuming you’re a senior. Our schedules are far too different for us to ever cross paths.”
“I am a senior, and I guess you’re right. I’m Yuri, by the way.”
“Natsuki,” She replies, and without thinking, she blurts out, “How tall are you?”
Yuri blinks, staring down At Natsuki for a moment, seemingly dumbfounded by the question. Natsuki crosses her arms over her chest, tapping her foot impatiently.
“Five foot eleven,” Yuri finally replies.
Natsuki gasps. “F-F-Five foot eleven—?!” She doesn’t even know why she reacts like that. It’s obvious that this girl is tall as hell. Still, hearing it out loud makes it sound way more shocking. “You’re huge!” She adds for some reason.
“Or,” Yuri smirks. “Maybe you’re just tiny.”
“S-Shut up!” Natsuki pouts. “I don’t even know why I’m talking to you anymore. If you’ll excuse me, I have somewhere to be.” She starts to walk off, but Yuri grabs her wrist, causing Natsuki to whip her head around and stare wide-eyed at the taller girl.
“Wait,” She mumbles, using her free hand to dig in her pockets for something. She fishes out a black pen and gives Natsuki a weird look. “Would you mind if I wrote on you?”
Natsuki blinks. “Huh? Like, on my skin?” She asks, and Yuri nods in return. She should say no. She wants to say no, but her mouth betrays her. “S-Sure, I guess. Idiot. Don’t write anything stupid!”
Yuri simply laughs and takes the cap off using her teeth since her other hand is still wrapped around Natsuki’s small wrist. Then, she presses the tip of the pen to the back of Natsuki’s hand and writes… numbers?
When she’s finished, she puts the cap back on and slides the pen back in her pocket. She finally lets go of Natsuki’s wrist, and the latter finds herself mourning the loss of contact, which is fucking weird. She just met this girl!
“My number,” Yuri smiles softly.
Her what?!
“W-W-Why exactly do you think I want y-your number, huh?!” Natsuki sputters, her face turning bright red.
Yuri shrugs, seemingly not phased by Natsuki’s current freakout. “You’re cute, and I may never see you again. Text me sometime, okay? I really want to get to know you.”
“You are so weird!” Natsuki screeches, shoving past Yuri and running away.
When she’s far enough, she stops to catch her breath. She knows people are looking at her like she’s a madman — she’s completely flushed and panting heavily like she just ran a marathon — but she doesn’t care at all. She’s more worried about the fact that some random hottie gave her her number!
Natsuki knew she was growing, evolving into a woman, but she didn’t know it was like that. Despite the semi-growth spurt and new confidence, she could've sworn it would’ve been at least two more years before people would start handing out their numbers to her. She still looks like a middle schooler!
Natsuki brings her petite hand up to her face, glaring at the ink etched onto her hand. The ten numbers soaked into her pale skin, tempting Natsuki to transfer them into her phone. It makes no sense! She bumped into some girl with big tits and suddenly wants her number?
No, Natsuki has more self control than that. She stands up tall, the pink shade on her face slowly fading away. With a determined look, she makes a decision.
She’s going to wash her hand off.
She didn’t wash her hand off.
She’s sitting at her desk doing homework, but she’s not actually doing anything but staring down at the numbers still written on her skin. It’s nearly ten o’clock and she still hasn’t taken a shower yet.
What the fuck, Natsuki? Forget about that stupidly attractive senior and wash your ass! The reasonable voice in her head screams at her, but Natsuki, for some god forsaken reason, decides to listen to the pounding in her heart instead. The heart that has no brain, no ounce of logical thinking — only instinct.
In one swift movement, she snatches her phone up from the desk and opens the camera, then snaps a picture of the bold, black numbering on her hand.
When she slams the phone back down on the desk, she feels the familiar heat of blood rushing to her cheeks. All she did was snap a picture of this girl’s number and she’s as red as a tomato.
Now that she’s got the girl’s number somewhere other than her hand, she can finally take a nice shower.
A month passes.
A whole ass month since Natsuki put Yuri’s number in her phone, yet she never called, or even texted. They haven’t crossed paths at school, either, and Yuri has no way of contacting Natsuki until Natsuki reaches out first.
Natsuki sighs, pathetically curled up in her bed under the covers. It’s a Saturday evening, meaning Natsuki can be as lazy as she wants. There’s nothing she’s really looking forward to.
Or so she thought.
In the middle of her sulking, her phone rings, emitting the loud sound of the opening of some romance anime she watched years ago. She really needs to change that ringtone.
The caller ID reads “Monika,” so Natsuki quickly answers.
“What?” She grumbles.
Monika laughs lightheartedly. “Someone’s grumpy. Would it lift your spirits if I told you Sayori and I bought you a gift?”
Natsuki sits up, her interest instantly piqued. The covers roll off of her body, falling to her feet.
“A gift?”
“Yeah! We noticed how much more confident you’ve become, so we decided to help you get in touch with that side of you more. We actually ordered it a while ago, but we just got the notification saying it arrived. Go check your front porch!”
“O…kay?” Natsuki mutters, utterly confused. “Stay on the line, I’ll be right back.”
She swings her legs over the side of her bed and hops onto the floor. She slides her feet into the fuzzy, pink, bunny slippers rested by her room door and proceeds to shuffle through the house to the front yard.
Like Monika said, there’s a small box sitting on the front doorstep. Natsuki takes the box and quickly shuffles her way back into the house. When she gets back into her room, she sits on the edge of her bed and picks up her cellphone, pressing it to her ear.
“I got it.”
“Well?” Monika giggles. “Did you open it?”
“Hold on,” Natsuki says, beginning to peel the clear tap from the box. When it’s all removed, she crumbles it in her hand and tosses it in the small, metal trash bin by her desk. She opens the flaps of the box, only to see a white bag inside.
She takes the white bag out and sets the box down on the floor. With little effort, she tears the plastic open. She takes out its contents, and what she finds makes her shriek like a little girl as blush crawls up from her neck to the tips of her ears.
Monika starts cackling over the phone. “You like it?” She coos, and Natsuki can just hear the smirk in her teasing voice.
“Monika, what the fuck?!” She screams into the phone. “Fucking lingerie?! What were you and that idiot Sayori thinking?!”
A set of pastel pink lingerie is in Natsuki’s hand. It’s so soft, definitely cotton material. It’s lacey, and looks a size too small for Natsuki, despite her being pretty petite. The underwear would fit more like a thong considering the growth of Natsuki’s ass, but the bra might fit, though it may cup Natsuki’s little boobs a little tightly.
“You’d look good in it!” Sayori’s voice suddenly comes in through the phone.
“Oh my fucking god, you two are together?” Natsuki groans.
Sayori giggles. “When are we not? Now stop complaining and put it on!”
“Why?”
“Uh, hello? Cause you’d look hot! Plus, who knows — you may be into it! Now put it on! And send us a pic when you’re finished!”
Natsuki sighs. She really, really shouldn’t even be considering this, but she does want to see how her newly developed body would look in the soft, skimpy material. She’s not a petite, flat chested middle schooler anymore — she’s allowed to explore with new, more risky clothes.
Back then, it was all kids shirts and pants, with stupid, silly designs that she absolutely despised, but it was the only thing that fit. Now, she’s able to wear actual cute clothes that weren’t made for literal ten year olds. Why not try it out?
“Okay,” Natsuki finally says, then quickly hangs up before she can hear their reactions. They’re probably squealing like idiots.
She drops her phone on the bed and stands up to strip herself of her casual pajamas. Quickly, she kicks her slippers off, then rids herself of her loose, silk pants, and then her matching, spaghetti strap shirt that was a little too small. She takes her fuzzy socks off, too.
Now, only in her white bra and underwear, she looks at herself through the body length mirror standing against the wall, right by the door. She can’t believe she’s doing this.
With a long, heavy sigh, Natsuki pulls her bra straps down her slim shoulders, then, when the straps are completely off her arms, she pulls the entire bra upwards, over her head, and tosses it on the bed. Her small boobs are free, out in the open. Natsuki runs a hand along the left tit, her index finger grazing over the pink nipple. It’s hard. Before things get out of hand, Natsuki removes her hand and takes it down to the waistband of her underwear. She pulls that down and also tosses it.
Her pretty, pink pussy is on display. She blushes from embarrassment, despite being the only one seeing herself like this. It’s so odd just casually standing in her room butt-naked!
She picks up the lingerie panties and steps into them, sliding the cotton up her calves, thighs, and eventually, her ass. Like she suspected it would, the material slips through the crack of her plush ass, tightly trapping her fat pussy in the fabric. She then takes the bra and puts that on, too. Her nipples strain through the fabric, and her boobs look like they’re going to pop out of the bra any second now.
God, she looks like a whore.
Natsuki picks up her phone and opens the camera. What kind of picture does she even send? What pose? Well, it’s not like she’s sending it to a girlfriend or anything, it’s just Monika and Sayori. They’re not going to want to see anything too explicit… though, it’s a bit too late for that part.
Natsuki lies flat on her bed, holding the camera up in the air. It’s front facing, showing her in all her glory. Despite the sexual clothing, the picture itself isn’t incredibly suggestive. She’s just lying on her bed, one knee bent and one hand idly rested on her stomach. Her face is nearly as pink as her hair from the utter embarrassment of this whole thing, and she’s looking off to the side, not wanting to see herself in the camera.
She quickly snaps a picture, then instantly scrambles into a sitting position, hugging her knees to her chest. She goes to her camera roll and taps on the selfie, grimacing at the sight. She taps the three dots above the picture, followed by the send button. As she scrolls to Monika’s contact, a loud knock rings through the room.
Natsuki jumps, snatching her covers up and covering herself.
“Y-Yes—?!” She yelps, praying that her father doesn’t barge in.
“Get dressed into something formal, the Daiko’s have invited us to dinner,” Her father says, his voice muffled from the door.
Natsuki sighs, relieved. “Oh, okay! I’ll be downstairs in ten!”
Footsteps fade away from her door, and Natsuki glances at her phone. The contact list is gone, and there’s a notification that says the photo has been sent.
“Must’ve hit her contact when I panicked,” Natsuki mumbles. Because Monika and Sayori are together, Natsuki figures she doesn’t need to send the picture to Sayori, too. She places her phone face down on the bed and instantly gets up, quickly removing the lingerie from her body and putting her original undergarments on.
She takes the lingerie and shoves it away in her bottom drawer, underneath all her other panties and bras.
She doesn’t need them anymore.
As Natsuki’s walking to school with the two girls the next morning, the lingerie incident comes up.
“Hey, how come you never sent us the photo? You didn’t try it on?” Sayori asks with a pout.
Natsuki raises an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? I did send a picture. I was wondering why you two didn’t respond. I sent it to Monika’s number.”
Monika checks her phone that’s already in her hand, presumably looking through her messages. “I don’t see anything,” She says, showing Natsuki the phone screen.
Natsuki freezes. If Monika didn’t get it, and Sayori didn’t get it, then who did that photo go to? It said sent, so someone must have gotten it.
Her friends watch in confusion as she frantically scrambles through her pockets for her phone. It feels like light years pass before she finds it, and she quickly yanks it out and pushes the numbers into her passcode so fast, she gets it wrong, like, six times.
When she finally enters the right number, she quickly goes into her messages. The most recent message was to…
Holy shit.
“Fuck!” Natsuki screeches, gripping her hair.
“What? What happened?” Monika asks, concern laced in her tone.
Natsuki runs a hand down her face. “I sent the photo… to Yuri…” She mutters, staring down at the phone in disbelief. “And it says she read it.”
Sayori blinks. “You know Yuri?”
Monika shoots her an incredulous, slightly amused look. “That’s what you’re worried about?”
“Sorry, it just caught me off guard. But wow, that’s embarrassing.”
“You think?” Natsuki groans, gripping her phone so tightly, her knuckles turn white. Her entire face is bright red. How could she have shown something so scandalous to a girl she just met a month ago and has never spoken to since then? “I want to die,” She whines.
“Yuri’s a nice girl,” Monika rationalizes. “Just shoot her a text saying it was an accident. She won’t ridicule you or anything. Though, she’ll probably be really fidgety and awkward around you for, like, the next year or so.”
Yuri? Awkward? Natsuki hadn’t seen that side of her yet, and strangely, she kind of wants to. But no, she fucked up every chance of getting closer to the super cute girl by accidentally sending her a lewd pic. Who does that, anyway? Yeah, Yuri’s nice, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing to just say, “Hey, sorry for sending you a picture of me in lingerie! It was an accident, I meant to send it to someone else!” That’s just not normal!
“If you want, I can explain it to her for you. Y’know, to save you the embarrassment and all that,” Sayori offers.
Natsuki shakes her head. “Please don’t. I feel like that’ll make it worse.”
“Your call,” Sayori shrugs.
Later in the evening, while Natsuki’s doing physics homework (which, holy fuck, who came up with this shit, anyway?) her phone that’s rested face down on her desk beside her paper chimes.
Thinking it’s either Monika or Sayori, she picks up the phone and checks.
It’s Yuri.
Natsuki instantly panics, tearing her eyes away from the bright screen, not reading the message under Yuri’s name.
Whatever Yuri replied with, it can’t be that bad, right? Natsuki knew firsthand that Yuri was a nice girl. She’d probably just laugh it off and go about her day.
And anyways, Yuri is beautiful. Natsuki’s probably not the first person to send her a picture like that. So, she won’t be too surprised.
Bracing herself, Natsuki slowly looks back towards the screen. It’s gone dark from being idle for too long. After a long, drawn out sigh, she taps the screen. There the notification is, pulling Natsuki in like quicksand — wants to escape so bad, to pretend the message doesn’t exist, but she has to see what it says, or it’ll haunt her forever.
Her eyes rake over the message beneath Yuri’s contact name.
6:28 > you look really fucking sexy [yuri]
…
What?
Natsuki blinks, then rereads the message. She reads it for a second time, then a third, then a fourth, because what?
No, this couldn’t be real. Yuri, a senior who looks like a goddess, called Natsuki sexy? Natsuki opens the message with a speed she didn’t even know humans could achieve, then rereads the message just once more. Yep, it’s still there.
What does she reply? She spins around in her rolling chair, twirling her pen between her fingers, staring wide eyed at the message. Her brain has just become one muddled mess, everything’s going at five-hundred miles per hour, but everything’s jammed at the same time.
Finally, she comes up with something.
6:30 > what the fuck [natsuki]
Okay, maybe that was a bad response, but it’s really what she’s thinking, because, seriously, what the fuck?
The reply is immediate.
6:30 > shit, i shouldn’t have done that. sorry. i’m assuming that was accidental? [yuri]
Yeah, it was, but for some reason, Natsuki feels oddly pleased with the fact that Yuri finds her sexy. She doesn’t want to admit that it was an accident, but she has to, right? Why wouldn’t she?
But, fuck, if she didn’t want to see where this goes.
6:31 > what if it wasn’t? [natsuki]
Natsuki immediately throws her phone on her bed, which hits the wall before landing. She buries her hand in her face, feeling the blood rush to her cheeks. Her whole face is burning, damn near glowing a bright red.
Why would she say that?
Instantaneously, her phone chimes again.
Natsuki places her pen down on the desk and heads over to her bed. She sits crisscrossed and picks up her phone, reading Yuri’s next text.
6:31 > oh? why don’t you send me another one, yeah? [yuri]
Oh.
Oh.
Natsuki bites her lip, imagining that sinful request being said by Yuri straight from her lips. Her pussy starts to throb with want, craving the girl on the other end of the phone. If Yuri wanted to see Natsuki in lingerie, then who was Natsuki to deny her?
6:32 > fine pervert.. [natsuki]
Natsuki puts the phone down and scrambles to her drawers. She opens the bottom drawer, where the sinful pieces of clothing rest. She takes them and quickly strips her pajamas off, followed by her undergarments.
Once she’s bare and naked, she puts on the sinful cotton. Like before, the bra barely holds her little boobs, and the panties are hugging her pussy way too tightly, the backside slipping between her plump, round ass.
Her pose before wasn’t all that sexy, was it…? No, it was more casual, even though it was still suggestive. But maybe… she could do something a little more erotic?
Natsuki refers back to all the girl on girl porn she’s watched. She recalls one where a petite girl, one with a similar body type to Natsuki, was laid on her stomach, her back arched, positioning her ass high up in the air. Her breasts were smooshed into the bed, and her elbow was propped on the bed, with her cheek in her palm, and the other hand holding the cellphone high up at an angle, showing the pornstar in all her glory.
In an attempt to imitate the star, Natsuki crawls onto her bed and lies on her stomach, arching her back as best as she can. The arch positions her ass high up, showing the pink waistband of the panties, down to the barely visible cotton that had dipped between her cheeks.
Her boobs are pressed firmly into the bedsheets, her cleavage very apparent. Natsuki props her elbow up, resting her chubby cheek in her palm. Her left hand goes up, holding the phone in the air. She opens her camera and takes a good look at herself.
Is this what she’s come to?
She thinks about Yuri calling her sexy, how hearing the words roll from Yuri’s lips would sound like liquid fucking sin, sweet as honey with the right amount of sultry, smoothness to it. Her thoughts begin to spiral left, imagining Yuri’s large, smooth hands all over her body — tweaking her pink nipples, fondling her ass, those veiny fingers finding their way into Natsuki’s tight pussy, working her loose, grazing over her clit and sending her back arching, making her scream with pleasure.
There’s a dildo somewhere in her room — she bought it secretly for experimenting with her sexual desires. Natsuki thinks of Yuri finding it and fucking her with it. It’s pretty long and girthy, and despite it being the part of a man, Natsuki is aroused at the idea of a woman pounding her ruthlessly with it, treating her like a fucktoy.
Yeah, this is exactly what she’s come to.
She snaps the photo and sends it to Yuri, this time on purpose. When it says “sent,” she sits back up in a crisscrossed position, staring at her phone, eagerly waiting for a reply.
It’s not long before she gets one.
6:35 > so fucking pretty baby [yuri]
Baby?!
6:35 > i wanna wreck you so bad [yuri]
Natsuki’s free hand travels down her stomach, just above the waistband of her panties. Her middle and ring fingers slide beneath the soft fabric, traveling down to her cunt. She bites her plump bottom lip, her legs spreading subconsciously.
Suddenly, she's feeling frisky. A surge of confidence sprouts throughout her little body, and without thinking twice, she sends Yuri her location.
6:36 > what’s stopping you? [natsuki]
This is so reckless, so stupid. Honestly, this is something Sayori would do. Natsuki knows better. She’s only fourteen, a fresh faced high schooler. She shouldn’t be having sex, and with a girl she just met no less, but holy shit, if she didn’t want this so bad. Since she saw Yuri, she’s been wanting.
The chat goes silent, and Natsuki’s hands stop wandering down her body as she stares at the screen, waiting for a message to pop up. Anxiety settles in her mind, clouding her thoughts. Had she gone too far? Was Yuri weirded out now?
Five minutes pass, and Natsuki’s libido is wavering. She feels more uneasy than aroused, a feeling of fear and embarrassment pooling in her gut. She probably looks like a fool. How could she ever hope to be considered attractive to a girl like Yuri?
6:42 > omw [yuri]
Nevermind, then.
Natsuki finds herself smiling at the message, jumping out of bed to find something to cover herself with when she goes downstairs to let Yuri in. She chooses a short, silk robe, pink in color.
To add on to the look, she also takes her long forgotten red ribbons from her top drawer and uses them to tie her hair up into two pigtails, like how she used to wear it. Rather than having only part of it tied up, all her hair is sectioned into two parts, then tied up, giving her an even more innocent, almost childlike appearance.
Almost twenty minutes pass before Natsuki gets the text from Yuri telling her that she’s arrived. Natsuki dashes out of her room and rushes down the steps, past the living room, to the front door. She swings it open, and sees Yuri dressed casually in a beige turtleneck and tight, black jeans. Her purple hair is tied up in a low, messy bun, excluding the two long strands of hair in the front, still accessorized with a lavender clip on one side.
The way Yuri’s eyes look Natsuki up and down, drinking in her presence has the smaller girl slightly squirming, wondering what Yuri is thinking.
“Hey,” Yuri says, almost breathless.
“Hi,” Natsuki responds shyly, backing up so that Yuri could step in. “D-Did you like the picture that much?”
Yuri nods, walking closer towards Natsuki and shutting the door behind her. “Yeah. I always knew you were cute, but fuck, that was just… wow.” She says, kicking her shoes off.
“Well,” Natsuki blushes, taking Yuri’s wrist. “I remember you saying that you want to… wreck me?” She looks up at Yuri with hooded eyes, her pink irises hazy with lust.
“Fuck yeah. Where’s your room, baby?”
Natsuki giggles, dragging Yuri by her wrist through the hall and up the stairs. When she gets in her room, she damn near slams the door shut and pins Yuri to it, looking up at her confidently.
“Kiss me.”
Yuri didn’t have to be told twice. Her hands gripped Natsuki’s waist, pulling her flush against her as she leaned down to capture the shorter’s lips. The kiss was barely sweet, Yuri was nearly shoving her tongue down Natsuki’s throat, making sure to taste every crevice of the warm cavern. Their lips move against each other, pelvis’s rubbing against one another’s. Everything felt electric, like a rush of adrenaline and fireworks.
When they finally released themselves, a thin string of saliva was the only thing connecting them. Yuri moves off of the door, pushing Natsuki backwards as well. They keep moving until they get to the bed, where Natsuki falls right on her back, the impact causing the bed to bounce for a quick second.
Yuri crawls over her, her huge form shadowing Natsuki’s tiny body with ease. Yuri unties the knot on Natsuki’s robe, opening it like a birthday present. What’s hiding under it definitely makes a good gift. Natsuki fully shakes off the silky robe. Yuri’s hands find their way to Natsuki’s bra, gently taking it off her body. Her long fingers grope Natsuki’s little boobs, toying with them.
“Soft,” She mumbles, using her thumb and index finger to tweak at Natsuki’s right nipple, causing the latter to gasp.
“Y-Yuri—”
“Sensitive, huh?” Yuri grins, before lowering her head down over Natsuki’s chest, circling her tongue around the nipple she had just pinched. She sucks vigorously, as if she’s trying to milk the smaller one. Natsuki squirms and gasps, and as she writhes under Yuri’s mouth, Yuri moves her hands down to Natsuki’s panties, pulling them down in one swift motion.
She raises her head from Natsuki’s nipple to look down, and is instantly greeted with the best sight of her fucking life. Natsuki’s pussy, pink and wet, on display for her and only her.
“Holy shit.”
Natsuki scowls. “Stop marveling at my pussy and touch me.”
Yuri smirks a bit, bringing her lips back down to Natsuki’s, effectively shutting her up. As she kisses her again, her middle finger enters Natsuki’s warm, wet entrance. Natsuki gasps, surprised at the sudden intrusions. Her back arches off the bed, before falling flat again.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” Yuri chuckles, entering another finger and thrusting. “Don’t get so excited yet.”
“A-Asshole,” Natsuki mutters, her voice already strained.
Yuri ignores the insult, instead removing her fingers and lowering her head, trailing kisses down Natsuki’s breast, stomach, and pelvis as she does so, until she reaches Natsuki’s pink flaps. She puts her mouth to use, instantly shooting her tongue inside Natsuki’s pussy, spreading the latter’s legs further apart with her hands.
“Fuck, oh, fuck—” Natsuki moans, her body trembling and sweating as Yuri eats her out.
Yuri licks upwards, until her tongue meets a sweet spot hidden under a pink hood. When she licks over it, Natsuki fucking screams, calling like Yuri’s name like a prayer.
Yuri would smirk if she wasn’t too busy lapping at Natsuki’s sensitive clit, rubbing it with her wet tongue over and over. Natsuki’s hands find their way into Yuri’s hair, pushing her closer, increasing the pressure. Yuri starts to suck, and that’s when Natsuki loses it.
“Yuri, Yuri— please, please, m’gonna—!” Her pleas come out as broken cries, her legs start to violently shake as her back once again arching off the bed, this time even further. Her legs wrap around Yuri’s neck, pulling her in as close as possible. “Yes, yes, oh— oh, yes—”
Yuri’s hands wander back up to Natsuki’s boobs, idly playing around with the soft mounds of flesh. Her fingers graze over the hard nubs, occasionally pinching and twisting them. Natsuki can’t take it anymore, she grips Yuri’s hair, squeezing her legs around Yuri’s neck, ready to release herself onto the other.
“I’m gonna— I’m gonna—” Natsuki gasps, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
Yuri pulls away.
Natsuki blinks, frozen for a minute and still stuck in bliss mode, before realizing her orgasm was stopped, and all the pleasure is slowly leaving her body. She scrambles to sit up and look at Yuri.
“W-What the hell?!” She screams, her voice all whiny and fucked out. “Why’d you stop, you dumbass?!”
Yuri chuckles deeply, taking off her own shirt. “Eating you out is too easy. I want to split you open,” She throws her shirt off to the side, then removes herself from above Natsuki, standing up on the floor.
Natsuki watches with hungry, lustful eyes as Yuri unbuttons and pulls down her jeans, revealing her black panties, down to her long, slim legs. Her tits are fucking huge, straining through the fabric of her bra. Natsuki wonders how sensitive her nipples are.
“Do you have a dildo, by any chance?” Yuri raises an eyebrow, the corner of her mouth quirked upwards into a smirk.
“Y-Yes…” Natsuki mumbles, blushing. “…It’s a strap-on. I have a harness, too.”
“Oh?” Yuri full on grins. “So you’ve topped?”
“N-N-No! I’ve never even done this with someone! I just… when I found out I was a lesbian, I did some research and… bought some things accordingly.”
“I see,” Yuri hums. “So I’m assuming you have lube, too?”
Natsuki nods.
“Perfect. Why don’t you do me a favor, baby? Position yourself face down, ass up, just like in the photo you sent, okay? I’m gonna fuck you from the back.”
“O-Okay,” Natsuki hurriedly got onto her stomach, arching her back nicely enough so that her ass sat high in the air. Over her shoulder, she can see Yuri looking through her drawers. The third one is where she keeps all her naughty items. Yuri pulls out a bright pink strap-on, and a black harness.
“You sure do like pink.”
“Shut up!”
Yuri laughs, putting on the harness and adjusting it to fit her waist. She then attaches the vibrant dildo to the harness, and honestly, Natsuki would laugh at how ridiculous she looks if she wasn’t so fucking horny, wanting something to fill her up and send her over the edge.
Yuri pulls out a tube of lube and applies a generous amount to her hand, stroking the fake dick with the cool gel. When she’s finished, she closes the tube and drops it back in the drawer. Then, she walks over to the bed and gets behind Natsuki, who’s still staring at her over her shoulder with hazy, half-lidded eyes. She positions herself on her knees, lining up the dildo with Natsuki’s entrance.
“Ready?”
Natsuki nods frantically, gripping onto the sheets beneath her balled up hands.
“Hurry up.” She groans, moving her hips back in order to make some kind of contact, but her attempt is fruitless.
“Eager,” Yuri mutters, gripping onto Natsuki’s hips. “Don’t worry, I’ll give it to you,” She slowly pushes her hips forward, inserting the tip of the dildo in Natsuki’s pussy. Natsuki whines, pushing herself back on the dildo, searching for more inches.
Yuri realizes that Natsuki isn’t the patient type, which makes her grin. Giving Natsuki what she wants, Yuri pushes into Natsuki’s fat pussy lips with one quick thrust, causing Natsuki to moan like a fucking pornstar.
“Tell me when to move, baby.”
“Now, move fucking now.” Natsuki demands, shooting a threatening glare over her shoulder.
Yuri does as told, pulling almost all the way out before slamming right back in. Natsuki’s threatening look turns into one of pure bliss, her eyes nearly cross and her mouth drops open — a bit of drool falling. All she can do is chant and moan, feeling Yuri rearrange her guts.
The filthy sound of sticky skin slapping echoes throughout the room each time Yuri slams into Natsuki. The delicious jiggle of Natsuki’s fat ass each time Yuri pounds into her is addicting.
Yuri presses herself flush against Natsuki’s back, her mouth right beside the latter’s ear, her cool breath ghosting the skin.
“Touch yourself,” Yuri whispers, her voice soft yet deep — pure sin.
Natsuki barely registers the words, but her hands slide down to her clitoris, beginning to violently rub at the little nub.
“Fuuuuck,” Natsuki groans, on the verge of tears. Like before, her body begins to shake violently as the nerves in her pussy begin to feel overstimulated, being both stuffed and rubbed vigorously. Just a few more seconds, and Natsuki’s gonna cum all over the dildo. “Faster, d-deeper,” She cries out, rubbing her clit with more pressure and speed.
Yuri starts up a more brutal pace, pulling out and pushing back in rapidly, none of her thrusts hesitating at all. The skin slapping grows louder as Natsuki’s ass bounces with every thrust Yuri delivers.
The dildo stretches Natsuki out each time, reaching up to places she didn’t even know she could discover. It sends her spiraling, her vision going blurry through tears and her eyes crossing. Her body shudders, trying to keep up with the brutal pace.
“Fuck, Yuri, I’m gonna— ngh, I’m gon— gonna— Y-Yuri, M’gonna cum—!”
“Then cum, baby.”
That does it. A thick, white load of cum floods from Natsuki’s throbbing pussy, slowly dripping onto the dildo. A long, drawn out moan rips from Natsuki’s lips before she collapses, her body going flat and still, like a slab of ice. Yuri rolls off of her, onto the side, pulling out of the tight heat.
Their breaths are heavy and ragged, uneven. While Natsuki lies limp on her stomach, Yuri uses her thumbs to spread apart the lower part of Natsuki’s ass cheeks, watching the white liquid flow from her pink pussy, leaking down her thighs and onto the sheets.
Natsuki gasps, but doesn’t have it in her to move.
“Stupid pervert…” She mumbles.
“Guess I am,” Yuri laughs breathlessly, removing her fingers off of Natsuki’s ass. She detaches the dildo and lays it on the bed. “Gimme a second. I’ll get us cleaned up.”
“Not gonna leave?” Natsuki asks, a bit surprised that Yuri wants to stay.
“F’course not. I don’t just fuck girls I’m not interested in really dealing with. Who do you take me for?”
“I dunno, I just… how could someone like you want to care for someone like me? I’m surprised you even fucked me,” She laughs humorlessly.
Yuri hums. “I could say the same. I was taking a huge leap of faith with that first message I sent. When you were going along with it, I was shocked. You’re so confident and I’m just… me.”
Natsuki turns over onto her back, looking over at Yuri. “Just you? Have you seen yourself? You’re like— you, and I’m… this.”
“Just this? I wasn’t joking when I called you sexy, y’know. You oughta give yourself some credit,” Yuri smiles softly, getting out of bed. After a nice stretch, she takes off the harness and holds it in her hand, and takes the dildo, too. “Where’s your bathroom?”
“Down the hall, second room on the left. Are you gonna—?”
“Clean this? Yep. I’ll get a rag and wipe you down, too,” Yuri glances at the sticky sheets. “Ah, looks like I’m on laundry duty as well.”
Natsuki blinks up at Yuri, utterly confused. Yuri didn’t need to do all of this. She could just leave Natsuki and go home if she wanted to. So why…
“Look, I… I think you’re really amazing, and I know I kind of did this whole thing backwards, but…” Blush dusts Yuri’s cheeks as she looks down at the floor bashfully. “…can we maybe work something out? I really like you, Natsuki.”
“Oh,” Natsuki mutters, feeling heat rise to her own cheeks as she sits up. “S-Sure, yeah, I— I like you, too. I guess.”
“Cool,” Yuri grins before heading out the door. Natsuki’s eyes follow her out, and yeah, maybe she stares at Yuri’s ass a little too long. Sue her.
Minutes pass before Yuri comes back with the harness sanitized dildo. She puts them back in the third drawer where they were. In her other hand is a damp rag. Yuri walks over to Natsuki and tells her to spread her legs. Natsuki blushes and sputters at the innuendo, causing Yuri to laugh. Of course, Yuri only cleans up the sticky mess on her.
When she’s done, she disposes of the rag and washes her hands. Back in Natsuki’s room, Yuri finds Natsuki a fresh pair of underwear and a bra. She helps Natsuki put the clothing on, and when they’re finished, they both get into bed.
“The sheets still have cum…” Natsuki says, resting on her side, facing Yuri.
Yuri shrugs, also on her side. “It’s dried. I’ll wash it in a few minutes.” Then, she loops her arm and Natsuki’s waist and pulls her closer, causing her to squeak.
“H-Hey! What’re you—”
“Please,” Yuri mumbles, burying her face in Natsuki’s shoulder. “Let’s just stay like this a while longer.”
“F-Fine, dumbass,” Natsuki rests on Yuri’s huge boobs. Should they feel this good? “You’re washing my sheets in twenty minutes, though!”
“Thirty?”
“Twenty.”
“Twenty-five?”
“…Twenty-two,” Natsuki huffs.
“Twenty-three and a half,” Yuri smirks.
Natsuki frowns. “I will literally leave you here alone.”
“Okay, okay!” Yuri laughs, gripping onto Natsuki tighter. “Twenty-two.”
“Good.”
It’s sudden, and it’s reckless, but Natsuki has never felt safer in anyone else’s arms. Slowly, the exhaustion catches up to her, and her eyelids become heavy. On those pillow-like surfaces, Natsuki finds herself slowly drifting off to sleep.
With Yuri, her chest blooms with a feeling beyond something solely sexual. With time, Natsuki even thinks that feeling will bloom into something more than just “like.” Feeling Yuri’s secure arm around her, her soft breathing against her sweaty skin, Natsuki can’t help but feel like this girl has so much more to offer than her skills in bed.
With time, Natsuki believes she can come to love this girl, and everything she has to offer.