WTF, Mate?, Cure for the Common Cowardince (Mature)

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Sakaki paused a bit, as Nareta shuffled a bit, leaning a bit, so Sakaki could move a bit. She smiled a bit at his comment. Honestly, Sakaki wanted the same. To never go away. It was like living in a fantasy at that moment in time. Her heart pounding. . .her breathing a bit heavy. IT was odd. She'd never felt such a thing with a man before. The blonde tried to cuddle more closely to Nareta, afraid he may fade away even if she didn't.

Her call?

The blonde gulped down a bit, able to literally feel Nareta's lips against her ear. The model, literally couldn't thing. It was like, somebody knocked her in the head a couple times. Sakaki let her eyes flutter close, trying to raise up a bit, so she could gaze at him for a minute. *Fuckin' hormones.* Sakaki chuckled, not waiting a moment, before brushing her lips against Nareta's, "Just to shut both of us up." The woman chuckled, before pressing her lips against his.

[Nareta]

Red was an understatement. The darkest human blood imaginable was about the color he was, as the woman moved against him. The comment itself, as well as the lips brushing each other made his eyes widen. The kiss made his blood rush, his body turning colors, the largest blush he could imagine. But it was... enjoyable. A first kiss, yes, but it was something he didn't want to stop doing. He didn't. He wouldn't until she did. Yes.... His arms moving around her, they rested on her small for a moment while he adjusted himself, making this comfortable for the both of them. His eyes closing, he began to return the kiss, growing more and more content, more like he was in heaven, flying, flying....

His hands began to rub her back, gently, to ease the woman abit. His lower head, although he failed to acknowledge once more, bolted to full attention as opposed to the failing attention it had when he had grown comfortable. The lips, the wetness made it impossible for it not to be erect. He didn't want to stop. Like he had said, it was her call what to do next

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Sakaki, honestly, couldn't believe what she just did. But, she couldn't lie. . . She was enjoying it. The feel of his lips, against hers. The way their bodies were pressed together as such. And it felt so right. Her own eyes were closed, not even noticing the giant blush that Nareta was getting. Oh, and what surprised Sakaki, was how turnde on she was actually getting. Through a simple kiss.

No tongue for now. Just, her lips against his. The blonde gasped slightly, puling away a bit from Nareta, feeling his hands rub her back a bit. Awkward silence. Shit. Just their heart beats..their breathing. Waiting. Sakaki could only pant. From actual anticipation. Sakaki's blue eyes seem to wide. What WAS she anticipating! You pervert! You!

Was all she could think of.

A hand came up to gently rub against Nareta's chest, as she seemed to be thinking for a moment. Calculating almost. God, but she wanted this. And it would probably ruin the entire friendship if she stopped this. Sakaki smiled against his lips, "Nareta.." That's all the busty woman could get out, as she pushed her lips against his roughly, her tongue beckoning him. She wanted this.

No, she wanted him.

[Nareta]

His eyes opened as she pulled away, his breathing as harsh as the one who had caused it. His eyes spoke of passion, flames dancing. He didn't believe it, but he couldn't change ideals that seemed true. Stars were stars, and the Gods' proclamations were not to be changed by any save the proclaimers. As she spoke, he returned, her lips nearing him. "Sakaki..." Of course, the end of this was cut off by the tounge of the woman within his mouth. Nareta answered the call, his tounge meeting hers. Roughness was a sign of passion that the two shared in this moment, and both showed it. Not as tough as Sakaki, his eagerness was in noe way lesser, just not as strong it seemed. His hand rubbed quicker, left one, to be specific. His right, on the upside of this, had found the woman's rear, rubbing roughly, passion taking over. He truly had no control of what he did, Nareta did what came natural.

What was to come? What would this lead to? Nareta's mind raced. Imagining.... Gods, this was indeed quite a night...

Meanwhile, the door quickly, quietly poppped open. Not three, but four sharks now entered, listening to the wet glee of the two's passion as the moved silently behind the couch. Heads popping up above the two, the eight eyes only saw for a second before the sharks swam away to their separate lairs, the new shark following them since his lair was inhabited by breeding bastards. Shonen Nareta was enjoying this as much as Nareta was, just in another way

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Such passion. Sakaki felt, a passion. It was so unfamiliar. Yet so natural to herself. The way Nareta's tongue moved against her own. The way his hands longed to touch her. The way they soothing rubbed her hand, the other hand trailed to her poised rear, how they gripped the covered bottom, harshly, and full of passion. Sakaki let their tongues dance, slid against each other with pure want, and lust. But soon, Sakaki would have to breathe.

The kiss eventually eased it's way away. Yet, Sakaki did not move very far away, her lips still near his. Her hot breath coarsing over his lips, as she breathed heavily. Her right hand came up to cup the side of his face, her thumb lightly brushing against his bottom lip. The blonde, almost lovingly, placed a couple chasted kisses upon his bottom lip, and the corner of his mouth, as her left hand rubbed his chest gently. Sakaki was almost dizzy. Confused..but she knew what they both wanted.

The model gently bit Nareta's lower lip. Not to hurt him, but it was instinct almost. So released his lip, and licked his lips slowly, as her hands came to his shirt again, and gripped it tightly, as she began to lower her bottom more on him lap, leaning backwards, wanting them to be in a sitting position. Her lips near his the whole time,

"I can't believe we're doing this." Not caring if it implied having intercouarse, oral, or just this.

[Nareta]

The man simply sat there, breathing with her, eyes locked inside of hers. Those beautiful Westerner's eyes. His hand rose to her face, rubbing it, as his other hand moved to a more appropriate spot for the mood; after all, ass-grabbing was abit out of line for when they just talked. Thus, it rose, slowly, and rubbing still, to her small.

"Me neither...," he said to her comment, not getting any sexual implications from what was said, just knowing she was talking about what they were doing up until now. Her hap now on his, his erection met resistance, a stimulant, though weak due to lack of rubbing and pure resistance. This was amusing, as his mind began racing as to what would happen next.

As he recalled, Christine from Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera" said it best, when she said: "In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent--and now I am here with you." Indeed, he had, and indeed, they were. Nareta chuckled, before pulling the woman closer than she already was to him, adjusting to her body, or, perhaps, adjusting to accomidate coming activities? He knew not.

"I'll go as far as you will, Sakakaki-chan....." Nareta had no idea how far that would take him.... It was, after all, just a comment

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Sakaki could only smile as he cupped her face. And know she could fully feel is erection poking at her. At her well, core. Sakaki found herself not uncomfortable at all. It made her even more lost in passion. Was it possible to feel this way about a man, just after a few hours, and possibly feel this way forever?

She leaned in a bit, kissing his neck, and jawline tentively. Keeping it rather innocent. Then trailed it back to his chin, then let her tongue trace a taril back to his lips. Letting their lips and tongue collide once more. But after several moments, Sakaki found herself trying to get a bit more comfortable upon his lap, that's when she had rocked her hips against him, causing a gasp to escape her, breaking the kiss again. That had her. The sensation had her hook, line and sinker.

"Nareta.." Sakaki began, her lips trembling against his, "I want you. I need you, now." That basically wrapped up his comment. And also, a beckoning almost. The look in her blue eyes, beckoning him. Wanting him to ravish her body, to fufilled not only her desires, but his as well.

[Nareta]

His tounge met hers, as they two fell into a flurry of passion. When she pulled away, he felt her against him, the rocking effect, and gasped as she had. Nareta's hands fell to her hips, at her comment, his smile growing as his head jumped to hers, kissing her passionately, deeply, throwing his tounge at hers, as his hands began to pull on the shirt abit, upwards. The other hand, which knew Sakaki's rear by shape and touch, moved to the pants, pulling them down. His bulge in the front kept him from allowing the front down, but he adjusted to allow it, his arms pulling the shorts as far as he could. His hand then met bare skin, Sakaki's bare ass, and groped, grabbed, squeezed, rubbed.... Gods only knew what else.

His hand up higher met a problem, getting the shirt to right below the bra, which his hands traveled to her back to remove. Touching the strap of the bra, he tried his best to get it to come off. He had never messed with one before, but assumed it couldn't be that hard. One of the two slots came off, and soon after, the other followed, the bra free. His hand traveled to the front, pushing the bra away, which caused the straps to go down her shoulders. Slowly, reluctantly, forever, it seemed, his hands slowly touched her bare chest, unsure of the feel against his hands. But soon, the nipple met his palm, and all was well, the rest of his hand pressing against her left breasts, following what the other hand did before his face left hers, he pulling the shirt up abit, his lips kissing the outreaching nipples. His eyes met the chest, the unclothed breasts, and his erection hardened, felt as though it was going to explode against his own pants. The kiss turned into a suckling of sorts, a kiss as passionate as the two had shared a moment ago, but it felt no response, save for the moistuning of her skin against his mouth. He moaned a response one could assume meant he was enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, his other hand met the thong the woman wore. Nareta placed his digits under the material, rubbing, going downward.... They felt against what he assumed was her anus, but that was somewhat of a turnoff to the virgin(However much longer that lasted). Then, he felt it: Wet, strange skin, perfectly shaven. Of course, in her line of work, showing pubes wasn't exactly the most professional thing a model could do. Gods, This was strange. His reluctance was shown by the rubbing of her mound by his hand, unsure whether or not to dive into her depths or not with his unskilled hand. His face removed itself from her chest, as he looked to her.

"I realize it's abit late, but, eh.... Sakaki-chan, would you mind going.... out with me?" As anti-tradtionalist as he was, this was something he had to make himself do. He hadn't had a girlfriend in years, much less at all. How did this work, exactly? This was a start, but it seemed out of place in this... Setting of passion and such. He didn't know. Maybe she would? "Gods, I feel like an idiot now... Eh... Still...." He gave a nervous chuckle, as he rested his chin between her breasts, his hand still rubbing her sex gently and slowly

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Oh man. Was all Sakaki could think, as Nareta threw another passion filled kiss at her. His hands comfortably gripping her waist. Then, the next thing she knew, her bra was getting unclipped and slipped off, as well as a familiar hand groping constantly at her rear. Although, her attention was entirely thrown off of the hand by something wet trailing a breast. Suckling. Sakaki could only tightly clamp her eyes shut, feeling the bridge of her nose flush considerably as she tried to control her breathing almost. But gods, the way he was working the other one with his hand..his tongue..The model could only grip his shoulders firmly, moaning in unison with him at the sensation.

Then she could feel the cloth of her shorts, well his shorts that she was wearing, slowly slide down to about mid thigh, then fingers. Trailing from her bottom to the soaked folds of her womanhood. Reluctance. Sakaki could feel it. Although, she was still a virgin. As in, intercourse. She had some little expirance with oral sex although. But, still, Nareta was driving insane from want. Just the way he tender grinded his hand against the mound.

Smiling at the question, she tentively, almost affectionately, grasped his wrist to the hand that desired to pleasure her from below. Sakaki slowly took the hand from her sex, linking their hands together, while her other free one merely tossed the shirt off of her. She slowly adjusted herself so she could let her lips search for Nareta's, capturing his lips in a slow, savouring lip lock. She unlinked the othe rhand from his, both of her hands settling upon his waist, herb are hands sliding against his flesh while lifting the shirt from his body.

"Hai, Nareta." Sakaki smiled, a hand traveling towards the bulge in his pants, while kicking her own shorts off of her fully. She casually unbottoned the pants, and slowly unzipped them, her hand glueing to the still covered erection, rubbing slowly, a torturing slow. "I'd love to, Nareta.." Sakaki breathed against his lips,answering his question again,her chest rubbing against his bare chest. Slowly, she inched herself down, her lips kissing his bare torso, all the way down to the very band of his boxers, letting her tongue tease him a bit. While her hand stil worked wonders.

[Nareta]

She had removed his hands; had he done something wrong? Gods, of course he had, such a novice. This was wrong, this was all wrong, and it was his fault... Or was there no fault at all, and nothing wrong? No, not by her response. The kiss was his answer, as was the aided removal of his shirt. He blushed as she pulled away from him, giving him a more verbal answer. The man almost blushed completely all over his face, but now, his cheeks would jsut remain slightly rosy. Then, she unzipped his pants and touched him.

Though it was a slightness, a torture, it was amazing. He gaspsed, not expecting this, this, this.... Gods. The feeling of her chest against his didn't help much, either, but Gods, it was great to. She began to kiss him, down his body, a single lick overcoming the cloth, sinking in. It was strained, going down his left leg, as a precum sort of liquid had formed near the end of his boxers, to where, if viewed down, revealed the head, which fought his boxers to escape, just near the gates of Alchetraz... But had not the means to open it. Besides, if it were to get out, it would only go straight back up, a full-attention stance.

His eyes fell to the woman as she played with him. "Gods, Sakaki-chan... Torture me, why don't you? You evil bitch..." Any fool could tell this was a compliment to her skill at the job she was doing, the tounge amplifying the effects of what she was doing. Just... Gods, this was beyond anything he had expected, an alien hand meeting his lower self.... It was nothing like the masturbation he had known. This very moment redefined masturbation for the man.