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First of all, before I tell this story, let me state for the record that I
AM NOT A LESBIAN!
Alright, I admit I've masturbated with the others (Usagi, Ami, Rei and
Minako; I'll get into that later). Ami and I even touch each other
sometimes (I'll get into that later, too). But I've never made love to
another girl and I don't have any intention of doing so. It kind of makes
things difficult though, since I have a friend who would like nothing more
than to bed me down for a nightor twoor threeWell, you get the idea.
Let me set the stage for you: It was six months ago. My high school class
was being introduced to a new student. Her name was Yuki Izumo. She had
dark purple hair, long and flowing. Her eyes had a slightly purple tinge to
them as well. Her skin was creamy white and, just as a visual aid of
course, her breasts were very large. Abnormally large for a girl her size,
but still nowhere near as large as mine. You know, my breasts have suddenly
been growing larger and larger over the past year. People tell me they're
the size of watermelons now and some people have started teasing me, but I
don't care. I honestly can't tell you how much I love having my breasts as
enormous as they are. I play with them all the time when I masturbate.
They really soft, but they don't sag. They stay nice and round. It just
feels great bouncing them around in my hands.
Anyway, I'm getting off topic. So Yuki chose the empty desk right behind me
in class. I turned to look at her, and she grinned and gave me this frilly
wave. I nodded to acknowledge it. Then I turned and saw two other girls
whispering and giggling and pointing at Yuki. I couldn't make out what they
were saying and I wouldn't find out until later.
The rest of that day was pretty well normal. The next day, I go to school,
open my locker, and I see a love letter. It was your typical love letter on
the outside with the little envelope with the heart on the front. The
beginning was pretty much the same as all the others a girl gets:"Makoto,
You're beautiful. I'm really attracted to you. Ever since we met I've
wanted you."
But the rest was anything but typical. I was thinking whoever wrote that
letter certainly had a flair for the erotic:
"I just wish I could make love to you. I would love to reach under your
shirt and cradle your big, beautiful breasts. I would love to rub against
your body, kiss you softly on the mouth, nibble your neck. To take your
clothes off slowly, letting the soft fabric rub slowly against your skin,
unfastening your bra and unleashing those beautiful breasts, letting your
soft panties caress you from your sex to your thighs to your feet. To reach
between your legs and slowly, ever so slowly start to"
That was as far as I got. I couldn't read any further or else I swear, I
would have started touching myself right in the middle of the hallway. My
face as red as a tomato, I quickly put the letter in my case and hurried off
to class. I was almost late.
Yuki was there to greet me at the door. The first thing she asked was
whether I wanted to be her partner in Phys. Ed. We were starting a new
girls' wrestling program.
"Sure," I told her, smiling, "Just remember, it's your funeral."
I turned around to go to my desk, and there were the same two girls,
whispering and giggling again. And this time they had a third girl with
them. I didn't have a clue what was going on, but somehow I knew it had
something to do with me and Yuki.
Phys. Ed. period came quickly enough. Too bad it can't end as fast. I may
have the physical strength of an athlete, but I can't stand sports. Anyway,
Yuki and I took our turn on the mat. It was funny though, all through our
first match Yuki wasn't even trying. It was almost as if she wanted me to
pin her. I took her down for the three pins.
Every time I pinned her our breasts would touch. When you've got two girls
with huge breasts, what do you expect? But every time, she had this look on
her face, smiling, like she was in a dream.
We managed to get a second shot at it before the end of the period. Yuki
tried harder in this next match. I'd pinned her twice and she pinned me
once. I was my own fault. I got sloppy on a hold. Anyway, I had her in a
half nelson and was turning around for the third pin when I received a
shock. Yuki reached between my legs and squeezed my crotch!
I didn't know if it was accidental or deliberate. I didn't care. I acted
on instinct, grabbed Yuki by the arm, brought her over my shoulder and drove
her body hard to the mat. The second I heard her body come down, I knew I'd
winded her. Hell, if I'd really lost it, I could have torn her arm off.
I sat her up instantly and helped her get her breathing back. I apologized
profusely and then walked back to the change room, completely embarrassed .
As I made my way, I saw the same three girls exchange knowing glances.
I walked home and flopped on the bed. Too many weird things happened that
day and I'd be damned if I could make any sense of it. Then that so-called
"love letter" slipped out of my case and for some strange reason I started
reading it again. I guess I just wanted to see what other fun things my
secret admirer had planned. As you might expect, by the time I was halfway
through the first paragraph, I was touching my body all over. Believe me,
if any other girl read that letter, they'd be doing the same thing. I won't
go into anymore detail, but that letter read like a story in Countdown
(that's a hentai comic for those who aren't familiar with it).
I slapped the letter on the counter. I practically tore off my uniform and
bra and kicked my case off the bed, sending it flying across the room. I
couldn't help it. It was like I was possessed. Oh, the things the writer
of that letter wanted to do to me. I couldn't help but be turned on. I
started tugging at my breasts and nipples while my left hand was deep inside
my panties, clawing at my hairless area.
I came within minutes, squirming and thrashing all over the bed. It never
takes me long to come when I masturbate. I really should learn to stretch
it out and make it last. But I masturbated at least three more times that
day. I couldn't get that letter out of my head.
The next day seemed pretty typical, which was what I was hoping for. After
yesterday, I wasn't in the mood for any more sex games. We had a substitute
teacher in gym and since she didn't have a lesson plan, we just played
basketball for the entire period. Yuki was one of the captains and I was
her first choice. I ran by her side and she hugged me, which was a little
more than I'd expected. Our team won, but I wasn't sure by how much. To be
honest, I wasn't paying much attention. My mind was still twenty four hours
behind me.
I walked into the locker room after bathing. You work up a pretty good sweat
on the basketball court. Sure enough, there were the same three girls. The
smallest one, Miyuki piped up.
"Hey Makoto," she said, "First in wrestling and now basketball. Can't you
two wait until after school to fool around?"
"What the Hell are you talking about?!" I cast a shadow over all three of
them, who just started cringing, "Look, you guys have been talking behind my
back for three days now. I know it has something to do with Yuki. Now,
what's going on?!""Youyou mean you don't know? You haven't heard about her?"
"Know what? Heard what? What are you talking about?"
Miyuki walked up and whispered to me."Yuki likes girls."
"So? What does that have to do with"Bang.
I slumped down on a bench as the other girls quickly changed and left. I
didn't know what to think. The hug during basketball, the wrestling, the
letter, it all pointed to her. Oh, but I had no proof of that. What
happened during wrestling could have been an accident. That letter could
have come from anyone. There are a lot of over-sexed kids in our school.
Maybe the hug was just enthusiasm. But I couldn't deny that she was still
paying a lot of attention to me considering we'd just met and hardly knew
each other and"Makoto?"
I recognized the soft voice immediately. I turned, and there was Yuki,
wrapped in a towel. She had this twinkle in her eyes that I've only seen
when somebodyOh no. I quickly turned away.
"I thought you'd be on your way home by now. I know you don't like this
class very much.""Uh well I was just thinking, that's all."
"Really? Anything or anyone in particular?"
I could feel her sit down on the bench beside me. I still tried to keep my
back to her."No, nothingJust some random thoughts, that's all."
"Really? I don't ever think random. If I get a thought in my head, I focus
on it until it fills my every waking hour."
Suddenly the towel I was wrapped in fell to my sides. I could feel a pair
of hands running up and down my back."And I've been thinking of you."
I turned my head, still trying to keep my back to her, and she was naked
too. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pulled herself close,
pressing her breasts against my back and snuggling her head against the back
of my neck.
"You're beautiful Makoto. I want you sooo badly. It wasn't enough to just
write my feelings to you. I have to show you."
I felt her hands moving upwards, past my stomach to my breasts. I pulled
away hard.
"How? By writing me ecchi love letters and molesting me in gym?! What kind
of person do you take me for?! Let's get one thing straight! I won't make
love to someone on those terms and besides, I'm not like you! I'm not
interested in girls!"
I gathered my clothes and stormed out of the locker room. When I got home
though, I'd had a chance to calm down and I started to think I'd
over reacted. Yuki wasn't a bad person. I mean when she wasn't fondling me
or proposing to have wild sex with me, she was a very nice person. She was
just a little misguided on how to approach me, and there I was exploding at
her. I didn't want to do that. I know how it feels to look for someone to
love you. I wanted to be her friend. Still, I had to convince her that I
wasn't interested in a sexual relationship.
This was over my head. I needed some advice. So I called Ami.
"Makoto, what's wrong?"
"Ami, can I come over? I really need to talk to someone. It's a little
sensitive.""Sure. My mom's away for a couple days."
"Gee, let me guess what you'll be doing for the next couple days. Well,
I've got some choice reading material here that may help you with that."
You see, Ami only masturbates when her mother's away. I know this because I
was the one who helped her to start masturbating. But I'll let Ami tell you
that story.
The most fascinating part of masturbating with Ami is watching her breasts.
They're not anywhere as big as mine, but her nipples, they're absolutely
enormous. If my breasts are the size of watermelons, then her nipples are
the size of large cherries (and if you don't think that's big, go find some
large cherries for comparison). She plays with her nipples all the time.
And when she's aroused and her nipples get hard, they become swollen and
grow even larger. I didn't think it was possible for nipples that size to
get any larger, but I've seen it happen. And I have to admit, when I first
saw her nipples, I really wanted to play with them too.
One time, we were masturbating together and I was watching her lying back,
rubbing her clit with her right hand while her left hand gently pinched and
twisted her huge buds of flesh. I couldn't stand it anymore. I succumbed
to curiosity and temptation,crawled over to her, and started playing with
those enormous nipples, plucking at them. She came about thirty seconds
later, but afterwards, she looked at me like I was a pervert or something,
and I really couldn't blame her. I probably gave that same look to Yuki in
the locker room.
"Uhif it will make you feel any better, you can play with my breasts," I
remember telling her, as if this would make her forget it happened.
Much to my surprise, Ami grabbed my breasts and started squeezing them. I'm
telling you that girl doesn't know her own strength. She has a grip on her
and she really knows how to squeeze. I started rubbing myself and it
naturally didn't take me long to come. From that day on, we made a silent
promise to each other that whenever we masturbated together, we both had
permission to touch each others' breasts. But only each others' breasts.
We don't touch each others' genitals. We save those parts of our bodies for
the hands of a lover.
I've masturbated with Rei and Minako, and even Usagi a couple of times and
they've all taught me a thing or two (of course I'm pretty sure I've taught
them some things), but Ami is the one I've done it the most with. We've
always seemed to have this connection where if one of us doesn't have the
solution to something, the other will. As strange as it may seem to you,
when we masturbate, we usually talk to each other. Oh, nothing much, just
about current events, the weather, what boys we like, just typical small
talk. But Ami usually masturbates alone and she's only done it with me,
except for onetime
We were partying at Usagi's house, while her parents were away. Usagi was a
little drunk (from one drink -- she never could hold her liquor). I don't
know what she was thinking at the time, but her face instantly reddened and
before we knew what was happening, she shoved her hands down her pants and
started rubbing like crazy. We were stunned for about 30 seconds, we
couldn't believe this was happening. Then all of a sudden, Rei jumped in and
started taking off her clothes and touching herself too (who knows maybe
she got turned on watching Usagi, maybe she was a little drunk herself). A
few minutes later, Minako and I took of our clothes and got into the act (I
can't speak for Minako, but me, I just joined in because it was better than
sitting around gawking like an idiot at everybody else having fun). For
Ami, the thought of getting naked and masturbating in a room full of people,
even though we were all her friends, took a little more convincing.
Eventually, she unbuttoned her shirt and once the clothes were off, she got
into it too. And if you're a friend and you ask her, I think she'll admit
that she had fun that night too. I remember afterwards we all fell asleep
naked in Usagi's living room.
Anyway, I really got off topic there for a minute and I apologize (<Whew> is
it getting warm in here?). Well, I went to Ami's house, and I brought the
letter with me. I knocked on the door and when Ami answered it, sure
enough, all she was wearing was a pair of white panties and an unbuttoned
dress shirt.
"I knew it," I said, "Ever since we did it that first time, you've been
almost insatiable."
"Get inside," she pulled me in and quickly locked the door, "Do you want the
whole complex to know?""Sorry."
"I'd like some things kept private, thank you very much. And I'm not
insatiable! I only masturbate when my mother's away, you know that. And
it's not like it's a need, I just like to do it occasionally. I don't have
to do it every day, like some people I know."
"Hey, I do not masturbate every day."
"Let's just agree to disagree okay? Now what's wrong? You said you had a
problem."
Ami took me by the hand and we sat on the living room couch. I took out the
letter and handed it to her.
"Well, maybe it's a good thing you're dressed like that, because I'll tell
you, this is going to blow your mind.""A love letter?"
"That depends on how you look at it. Read."
"Makoto, you're beautiful. I'm really attracted to you, Ever since we met I
mmhmm, mmhmm, mmhmm, mmohoh wowoh my Godoh wow"
Ami reached into her shirt and started playing with her huge nipples, which
were already swelling and hardening right before my eyes. Once she'd
finished the letter, she put it down to give herself a free hand, reached
into her panties and began exploring her own hairless zone. Then I started
thinking of the letter and I started touching myself too. Within minutes,
the clothes were off and we were naked on Ami's living room couch, exploring
every inch of our bodies. I alternated my hands, rubbing my smoothsex, then
squeezing my breasts and bouncing them up and down, then back to rubbing.
Ami couldn't hold still. She was all over the couch, constantly switching
positions, pleasuring one area and then another. Eventually we both came
and there we lay on Ami's couch, naked, sweaty and panting (are you getting
turned on yet? <giggle>).
"Well, aside for a potential stalker, it seems pretty harmless to me," Ami
said, getting her breath back, "And we both know if anyone tried any thing
you could break them in half."
"It's not that simple," I told her, "What would you say if I told you a girl
wrote that?"
Ami's eyes went wide, looking at the letter in surprise, then turning backto me.
"You're kidding.""My sentiments exactly.""How do you know?"
"She told me. Her name's Yuki Izumo. She just transferred to our school
and she's in my class.""And?"
"And she made a pass at me in the locker room today and I yelled at her."
"Okay. When do we get to the problem?"
"I'm just feeling really bad about yelling at her. The truth is she's
really a nice girl. She's just looking for someone. I can relate to that.
After myparents died"Ami hugged me gently around the neck.
"I know Makoto. I know. But you're not seriously going to tell me you're
attracted to this girl?""Of course not!""Then what?"
"Well, maybe we could do something to help each other. I wouldn't mind
being her friend, I just want her to know I don't want the kind of
relationship she's expecting."
"Well, then your solution's simple. Tell her what you just told me.""What?"
"You heard me. Just tell her. Look at it this way. You've already
rejected her and chances are you've broken her heart. Telling her this
could only be for the better, right?"
"Well, I supposeThanks, Ami." I lightly hugged her back.
"Well, sometimes you already know what to do. You just need someone to tell
you to do it," Ami looked me in the face and started lightly rubbing her
crotch, "You did that for me once."
I got up off the couch and started putting on my clothes. I stopped just
short of the door.
"Oh, do you need me to help you clean up in the living room? I'd hate to
have left a mess for you to clean."
"If you did, you aren't the only one," Ami said, just gathering her shirt
and panties, "I can handle it. I'll see you at school tomorrow okay?"
"Okay, see ya."
I walked home with a skip in my step. I felt better now that I had a plan
(or at least a plan that someone finally told me to execute). Tomorrow, I'd
make up with Yuki and straighten things out. Everything could be fine. I
remember I slept like a baby that night.
Unfortunately, I hit an unexpected snag that made me question my confidence
in the plan. Yuki didn't arrive at school the next day. I spent the whole
day wondering and worrying about her. Maybe I went too far with her. At
least the girls who had been teasing me the last couple of days had stopped,
but I was too worried about Yuki to really notice.
As soon as I got home after school, I called her home, but what her mother
had to say didn't make me feel any better. She said that ever since Yuki
got home from school yesterday she was really depressed. She moped around
the house all morning and she went out about an hour ago, without saying
where she was going. I told her mother I'd call back and hung up.
My mind went into a spiral. Where was she? I had hoped she hadn't done
something stupid, but that was crazy talk. Over a spat in a locker room?
Or was it so crazy? Some people have jumped off buildings for less.
Suddenly, I heard my doorbell.
Yuki was standing in the doorway, with a dozen long-stemmed roses. I
remember my first reaction was more surprise than anything else.
"Makoto, I hope you'll find it in your heart not to slam the door in my face
until I'm finished talking. I know you don't have any reason to like me
right now, and I really don't blame you. I was horrible, doing all those
things without considering your feelings. It's just thatwell, I'm just
really attracted to you and I'd like to get to know you better. All I can
say is I'm really sorry and I hope you can forgive me. I'mdone now, so you
can slam the door.""Yuki, come inside for a minute."
Yuki couldn't believe it. She was wide-eyed as she walked in the house. We
walked over to my couch."Sit down," I told her, "You weren't at school today."
"Iwasn't sure how you'd feel."
"I called your house and your mother said you were depressed."
"Yeahwell, I," she was getting choked up, so I knew I had to move thisalong.
"Look, I'd like to talk to you about yesterday. Look, you just caught me
off guard, okay? I didn't mean to yell at you like I did. I'm not saying I
liked it, but I maybe can understand it. Was thereanyone else at your old
school?"
"Well, there was one girl. She was smart, pretty, she had a great body, a
lot like yours actually. As it turned out she was attracted to me too. We
got together and we were happy, and then I got the news that we were moving
to Tokyo. I can't tell you how hard it was to leave her. We were together
for a couple nights before I moved here."
"'Together'. You mean you slept with her?"
"Yeah. Leaving her was really depressing. I didn't think I'd get over it.
Then I met you, and it felt like everything just clicked again. I meant it
when I said I was attracted to you."
"I know the feeling. You see, my parents died in a plane crash years ago.
I've been living on my own ever since.""Makoto, I'm sorry. That's terrible."
"Well, let's just say I know what it's like to need someone to love."
I took her hand in mine, looking into her eyes.
"Look Yuki, I'm flattered, but you have to understand, I don't feel the same
way you do. I'm sorry. I'd like to be your friend, if you'll let me, but I
can't be your lover."
Yuki lowered her head. There was an awkward silence, then she raised her
head and spoke."Friends it is, then."
She closed he hands over mine as she spoke. She had a weak smile on her
face, but I could sense the disappointment in her voice. Then I spoke.
"Uh, I'm probably going to regret saying this, but if it helps,
Isometimesmasturbate with my friends."
"Really?" Instantly, Yuki's eyes lit up like a Christmas tree, "Have you
ever touched any of your friends?""Ihave one friend. We touch sometimes, yes."
"When you touch, does it feel good?" Yuki was practically salivating.
"Nice try, but it's not going to work, making me look like a lesbian so I'll
sleep with you.""Damn!" Yuki snapped her fingers.
"When we touch, it's not meant to be sexual. It's playful. It's fun. And
besides, we don't fondle each other. We only touch each others' breasts."
Yuki's face immediately reddened.
"MakotoCan I pleasetouch your breasts?Just for a minute. Please?"
"Oh, I don't know, Yuki""Please? Pretty please?""Hmmmm. II guess so."
I pulled my shirt over my head and let my breasts roll out for her to see.
For a second, she looked as if she was going to faint.
"What do you think? Some people can't handle them."
The only words she could get out were, "They're so big!"
I cradled them in my hands and started lightly bouncing them.
"My thoughts exactly. And I wouldn't have it any other way. They're like
my babies. I love having them big and beautiful like this."
I couldn't believe how her hands were trembling as she reached out to grab
them. She gasped as she cupped them in her hands.
"Ohoh wow. They're so big and round. They don't sag at all. But they're
so soft too. I can't believe how soft they are."
Then she started snuggling her cheek against my breasts."So soft"
That's where I drew the line. I pulled her ear and got her off me.
"Owowowowowowowowowowowowow!""That was a little much, don't you think?"
"I'm sorry. Really I am. I guess I over-reacted.""I would guess so too, yes."
I put my shirt back on and we walked to the door. Just as I was about to
open it, Yuki piped up."What, no goodbye kiss?""You're pushing it Yuki."
"Come on. Technically, we just broke up."
"How do you figure that, when we were never together?"
"Oh, just one little kiss, please? Pleasepleasepleasepleasepleeeeeeeeze."
She was two seconds away from begging me on bended knee."Oh, all right!"
Yuki almost squealed, she was so happy. She inched her face closer to mine
and our lips met. It was a soft open-mouth kiss, but Yuki took care to make
sure it wasn't French. She stayed on her side and I stayed on mine, if you
know what I mean. Don't ask me to comment on her kissing performance
though. I don't have the qualifications to rate girls.
"Damn!" Yuki said after the kiss.
"What? What?!" I had to admit, I was a little confused.
"It's just that you look great, your body feels good, and on top of that,
you're a great kisser! It's like some kind of sick joke that you don't like
girls.""The gay community's loss I guess," I told her, "It's time for you to go
now.""Wait! Can we masturbate together sometime?"
"Yes, but call me first, so we can set something up.""Can we touch?"
"As long as it's above the belt, you can touch anything you want."""
"Are you sure you don't want to have sex?"
"Will you just get out of here! Your parents must be worried sick."
"Oh alright. I'll see you in school tomorrow.""Fine. Goodbye."
I closed the door and locked it behind me. I looked at the roses that she'd
bought for me lying on my kitchen counter and something in the back of my
mind told me tomorrow was going to be a long day.
So, I have a lesbian for a friend. I don't regret being her friend because
she really is a nice person, and when we masturbate she has taught me a
couple of things that have helped make my sessions last longer, even though
I still think I come way to fast. The only down side is I still keep
getting the love letters from her and she always gives me these seductive
looks in class whenever I look her way. I have to give her credit, she is
persistent.
The love letters though have worked to her advantage, because I got her to
send them to a publisher (making sure our names were changed of course) that
prints out erotic literature. They decided to make a book out of them. The
book should be on the shelves next week. I know Ami, Rei, Minako and Usagi
will be buying copies and I hear they recommended it to Haruka and Michiru.
Maybe it will give those two some ideas they haven't tried yet.
As for me, since I have the original works, I won't need to buy a copy. I
have to admit, sometimes when I'm bored, I read those letters and I always
manage to come up with some ideas on how to amuse myself.
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