Chapter 3

I awoke in the morning in my usual state; my arm wrapped possessively around Tokiko, my hand cupping her breast. Her cute butt shoving me into the wall, my erection nestled into the junction of her crotch and legs.

Tokiko stirred the same time I did and moaned. I kissed her cheek and hugged her to me.

She hummed, melting into me, stretching. This served to drive her crotch further onto my penis. This did not go unnoticed by her, though.

She giggled and wiggled her butt on my spear head. I felt like a cue stick and her butt was the chalk.

She began to roll her hips, dry humping me through her pink panties. It might have started out as harmless flirting, but it quickly turned serious.

She began moaning as she ground her mound into my penis. My hand went to her hip, pulling myself into her.

I pinched and rolled her nipple through her camisole as I thrust onto her, her moaning coming louder and more ragged.

She went rigid, screaming into the pillow as she came. The friction generated felt good, but the stimulation wasn’t enough to bring me to orgasm.

Tokiko lay quivering on the bed; sweaty, her breathing heavy. I noticed her the crotch of her panties was wet, as were my own shorts.

Tokiko lay on her side, blushing with that tiny smile of hers. I kissed her again before untangling myself from the bed.

Though I really wanted to stay, we both really needed to get going.

I went into the bathroom to empty my bladder, then climb into the shower. I had just soaped up when the door opened and I felt Tokiko’s, wet skin against my own.

The shower stall was hardly big enough for one person, let alone two. It was a good thing she was so small.

My eyes were covered in soap, so I couldn’t see what she was doing. The soap also made our skin slick, so every movement was incredibly erotic. Somehow she was able to glide across my legs, belly, and nether regions without friction, marking a pointed return to my earlier turgid state.

I felt a warm, wet hand on my penis, slowly stroking my length, my testicles tight belying their state of frustration. A feeling I can only describe as Tokiko’s smooth lips and rough tongue took in my shaft and began sucking, licking along the underside and following it with a fist.

This wasn’t a tease or slow act; no, this was a blast off kind of move, and it wasn’t long before I was at my limit.

“Toki-Chan! I’m gonna-” I cried, roughly. Her lips slid off with a pop as the first spurts jettisoned from my penis.

She continued stroking and milking me until I was spent. I saw stars, and my legs threatened to give out.

I was able to rinse the soap off of my face and open my eyes.

And what a sight to see! The remnants of my discharge clung stubbornly to her chest, nonexistent breasts, and hair. There was even some on her face!

I grabbed the shower head and sprayed the warm water over her, washing the effluent away. I grabbed her strawberry shampoo and began to wash her hair. She gave me an impatient look as I soaped her up, taking an extra moment to wash her slit with an errant finger.

I tried to dry her hair, but she pushed me away. She wrapped the towel around her head and pointed to me, then to the dresser.

I got it; ‘YOU go get dressed!’ I took an extra moment to look her nude body over before she snapped her fingers and pointed harder as if to say NOW!

Somehow Toki-Chan whipped up a quick breakfast for us, handed me one of the bentos for lunch, and pushed me out of the door. She followed close behind, her hair still a little wet, but looking radiant with her hair down, instead of in pigtails.

Exiting the building, we waved to each other and went in our respective directions.

In the crowds of the hallways of the school buildings, I saw people I recognized, but didn’t know. I’m sure I saw Tomiko at some point, there couldn’t be that many people with pink hair in class.

Lunchtime I noticed our group had lost a few people, whether this had to do with classist attitudes, shame over said classist attitudes, or just not feeling a part of the group.

We now had six people, including me. Frankly, I felt this was a more manageable group than ten.

The girls and Tadashi greeted me with smiles, Tadashi was sitting next to Eldona, showing her something on his tablet.

“<Good afternoon, Kenjiro-Kun!>” she said.

“<Good afternoon as well, Wright-Chan.>” I replied. I was worried that Tadashi may be jealous of my conversation, especially since it was in English, rather than Japanese; but he just took it in stride.

Conversation went on between bites, we all compared notes, and ended by teaming up for our later date in the library.

Honestly though, I really wanted to get home. My perception was that Tokiko was more than just in love with me, she wanted to do everything with me. I could’ve let myself go and take control of the situation by ravishing her, but that might end up in injury to one or both of us. Or worse, I might break her heart; and that was something I’d never do.

It would’ve been easy to just shove my penis into her vagina last night when she was riding me cowboy style. I didn’t know if she was a virgin, though I felt she most likely was. When she had taken me in her mouth, it was all I could do not to grab her pigtails and rudely shove my penis down into her throat.

She quite literally would’ve bitten my penis off and spit it out!

I shuddered a bit at the mental picture of THAT!!

No, I made an absolute rule to myself that I wouldn’t initiate intercourse with Tokiko. We would go all the way when she decided we’d go all the way. My reasons weren’t all that selfish; I truly did not want to hurt her. I was sure now that she loved me; I was becoming more sure I was in love with her as well.

And was it a bad thing? Our blood relations were so thin they might as well be water. I could legally marry her, when she came of age.

At her current age, though, sexual relations were frowned upon with prejudice. Hell, maybe I WAS a lolicon; but I was HER lolicon!

I made a quick stop at the convenience store before going home. I found a small panel of stickers depicting farmyard animals that I didn’t think Tokiko had in her sticker book, yet. That, and the ice cream I bought should keep her happy.

When I entered the apartment, she was in her old school uniform. Apparently, she hadn’t brought any casual clothes with her. Like before, it was just the gray pleated skirt and white dress shirt. I couldn’t verify if she was wearing panties, but it really wasn’t important.

She dished up our dinner, pork cutlet, apparently; and sat waiting for me to join her.

After shirking my jacket I did.

After our meal, we washed up the dishes, and I presented her the ice cream. A small squeal escaped her and she positively beamed as she tore into her cup.

I began to devour my own, but I presented the stickers before I got too involved.

An ear shattering squeal later, and I was crushed beneath a hailstorm of kisses. She finished in a deep passionate kiss that threatened to melt our ice cream and left me tasting her mint chocolate chip.

She sat back down and deliberately spooned her ice cream while her face darkened in a blush and she flashed her small smile.

We disposed of the empties, and she led me into the bathroom, where she began to undress me. There was no way to hide my rapidly growing erection, so I didn’t try. She peeled my clothing deftly and planted a small kiss on the tip of my penis. She stood back with her arms spread, and I first I didn’t know what she wanted, but I figured it out pretty quickly.

My fingers were shaking as I worked the buttons on her blouse. It came off easily, presenting Tokiko’s upper body to me. I placed a gentle kiss on each of her nipples, eliciting a jolt and a gasp each.

I was barely able to grasp the button and zipper on the side of her skirt, I was shaking so hard with want. I kept scanning her eyes for any sign of hesitation, but all I got were positive responses.

Her skirt came down quick and easy, as did her panties. She stepped out of them, her hands on my shoulders for support.

I placed her clothing, folded, on the top of the toilet as she turned on the shower. We were able to squeeze into the stall together.

There wasn’t a lot of room to move, but we were able to wash each other well. I paid careful attention to Tokiko’s labia, but I was afraid to go inside her vagina for hurting her.

She took the initiative and scrubbed herself deeply.

This event was a departure from the norm, as we usually showered in the morning, but even that had been disrupted by our clandestine activities of late.

I dried her off with the towel before drying myself. She shook her head when I presented the hairdryer, and actually led me by my penis to the bed.

I wanted her to lead me to which activities she wanted, per my earlier vow, but she seemed just as confused as I was. She finally lay on the bed, and I followed.

I kissed her, first tenderly, then hungrily. She responded with enthusiasm. As we kissed deeply, I ran my hands up and down her midriff, going higher each time until my fingertips were sliding over her nipples.

This produced a sigh and a moan from Tokiko. I moved my hands up, rubbing and kneading both of her breasts, paying careful attention to her nipples.

Tokiko cried out when I placed my mouth on her nipple and began to suck. I lightly used my teeth, tongue, and lips working her into a frenzy. I alternated sides until she started to show signs of impatience.

I moved down, marking a trail from her breasts to her navel with my tongue. I licked a circle around her belly button while she jerked and bucked.

I touched her thigh, and she brought her knees up; feet off the bed. I ran my tongue down further, from her navel to her mons and lightly poked the start of her slit.

She jerked when I spread her labia exposing he tiny clitoris and vaginal opening. I followed through, dipping my tongue in and circling her button, making her convulse. Her legs snapped shut, her knees catching my head like a bear trap.

I lapped at her vagina, catching and swallowing the copious juices flowing from it. I brought Tokiko to a writhing, flailing orgasm.

She lay, her chest heaving, breath coming in gasps, tears streaming down her flushed face. She seemed to have lost consciousness, even for the moment. Her eyes fluttered, and she focused on me, a small smile forming on her face.

I kissed her, and smiled back.

“Did that feel good?” I asked. She responded with a shy nod.