Building Up to Something

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“What?! Since when have you had sex?!” Tatsuki leaned towards her best friend, both flustered and shocked by the sudden revelation.

Orihime laughed sheepishly, ducking and rubbing the back of her head. “It just happened,” she admitted innocently, but Tatsuki yanked on her hair all the same, seething. “Ow, Tatsuki-chan! That hurt!” She puffed out her bottom lip and sniffled.

“Jeez, Orihime! I didn’t think you were that far along.” Tatsuki took back her seat, simmering as she crossed both arms and legs, her bed jostling when she plopped back down. She looked hard at Orihime, a dash of pink underneath her eyes. “All this time… I thought you’d be waiting for Ichigo or something. But you’re out there, being…” She choked down whatever term she would choose, for none would accurately describe her naïve friend. She eyed Orihime for a moment longer. “Who’s the guy anyway?”

Orihime’s responding grin was bashful, but not ashamed. “Well… it wasn’t just one,” she admitted and fidgeted. She expected her hair to be pulled again, but the news was just too shocking for Tatsuki to stay upright. She fell back onto her pillow.

“More than once?! I can’t believe it!” She swept back up, pushing her nose in Orihime’s business. “Aren’t you scared what people are going to say? Man…” She scratched her scruffy hair. “Are these people just taking advantage of you or something? You can be talked into anything.”

“Mm-mm.” Orihime calmly shook her head. “No, it was really good.”

Tatsuki steamed from the ears hearing this. She hadn’t been this red since catching Ichigo’s face in her chest during a match.

“Chizuru-chan was really persistent,” Orihime said, and the heat that boiled in Tatsuki immediately froze over.

Chizuru?! She couldn’t believe it at the same time she was unsurprised. That sneak! That demon! Damn her!

“But what about you, Tatsuki-chan?” Orihime’s fingertips pressed awkwardly in front of her as she asked for Tatsuki to divulge her own history. “Haven’t you?”

It caught her off guard, honestly. Tatsuki drew back, stammering and wondering what to say. Her broken arm in its fat cast held between them like a guard. “W-well…” She wasn’t sure how to approach the situation. Orihime had said that – for sure – she had had sex with a guy; some manly man named Jinta. “Jinta who?” “Um, I didn’t ask. Heh-heh-heh…! Ow!”

Tatsuki answered, scratching her cheek idly while averting eyes. “Well, um, mostly… with girls.” By ‘mostly’, she meant ‘only’. Men in her career didn’t suit her taste. If she was honest, Ichigo was perhaps the only man she’d ever fantasized about while her fingers indulged her pleasures.

Orihime, hearing Tatsuki’s answer, giggled. “It was really fun with Chizuru-chan in the showers, but she comes over sometimes to spend the night.”

“Why are you letting that pervert take advantage of you?!” Tatsuki scolded, flaring up as she imagined all the perverted things Chizuru would do to Orihime if she’d the opportunity.

Orihime disregarded it, saying that Chizuru-chan was sweet and gentle… sometimes. Most times, her panties had to be stuffed in her mouth to keep her from screaming and waking neighbors.

Tatsuki leered at Orihime for a while. The innocent, soft-spoken girl, now getting fucked by perverts and guys named ‘Jinta’. “Hmph!” She jumped up, crouched, and dug a box out from underneath her bed. “This is what I use.”

The lid was removed, and Orihime was in spectacular awe of the five-inch, sleek missile of pink and batteries, all attached to a simple harness. “Whoa. What is it?” The shape reminded her of Jinta-kun, but longer. Her eyes followed as Tatsuki took the toy out of its box and smiled predatorily at it.

“It’s what I use on the girls who thought they could be me in a match.” Maybe she hadn’t lain with a man, but she put the notches of each girl she bedded in her bedpost. “Wanna see?” Admittedly, despite her disappointment in Orihime, thinking of her buxom friend in the throes of passion had intrigued her. Perhaps it was her competitive spirit that longed to put Orihime through the paces of a champion, besting Chizuru and throwing it into her face.

Orihime’s answer was a cheery “Yes!”, and she watched anxiously as Tatsuki got rid of her cargo pants and panties with one-handed ease. Her dark-haired nest was nothing new to Orihime, as they bathed together often, but she still felt compelled to look and admire the little patch before the pink phallus was pulled over and fasted at the side of her hip; one-handed was a bit more difficult, but Tatsuki rose to the challenge gladly.

So Tatsuki stood, jutting out her faux cock for Orihime to admire. “How’s it look?” she asked cockily, and Orihime fawned over it, poking at it and watching it bob. And Orihime’s following question was more or less what Tatsuki expected and wanted: “How does it work?”

It took little coaxing to situate Orihime on her hands and knees across the bed, allowing Tatsuki to take up room behind her, flourishing away her dress and pulling her panties down to her knees. Like Orihime, she was familiar with the orange crotch, and also took a brief moment to enjoy the view before she aimed and speared.

Orihime was dripping, and the thrust was deep and quick. Tatsuki groaned, adjusting her knees between Orihime’s for perfect vantage. And because Orihime wasn’t crumbling, Tatsuki had no choice but to believe that she’d already been taken before. Some Jinta-guy… She puffed and then took Orihime for herself. Her best friend, the one she sought to protect, and she started to fuck her like she was just another loudmouthed competitor in a tournament that needed to be put in her place: underneath Tatsuki.

“Ah! Ooh! Tatsuki-chan!”

Talk to me. Tell me I’m the best, Tatsuki thought as she thrust, wanting to say dirty, filthy things to Orihime. I wanted to fuck you like this for a long time! I wanted Ichigo to fuck me in front of you so you could lick me off of him! I wanted to shove your beautiful face to my cunt while Ichigo fucked you! All sorts of images ran through her mind, spurring her to act aggressively, smacking harder into Orihime’s fat ass. If only I had a cock, I’d… I’d…!

Exhaling steam, she reached out and snatched Orihime’s at the elbow, forcing her to twist while also drawing them harder together. She beat into Orihime’s squelching pussy like she resented the fact that she hadn’t a real cock to shove, twitch and squirt inside Orihime’s slot. A turn of a dial, and Orihime was greeted to the motor-generated vibrations of the modified phallus.

I’m better than them, Tatsuki hissed in her mind, fucking Orihime through a sloppy orgasm, releasing her arm to catch her shoulder. “Fuck, Orihime! I wanted this for so long!” she finally confessed, not yet tipped over her own climax.

“More, Tatsuki-chan! More!” Orihime was always insatiable, and Tatsuki was never one to back down from a challenge. With her parents gone for the night, she had no problem fucking Orihime until Orihime’s arms and legs gave out and she flattened underneath Tatsuki’s pulverizing hips.

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