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Hitori woke up feeling like death. It was one of those episodes in her life that she wished was never aired, but it did and it was physically and mentally uncomfortable to deal with. She got up from her futon to glare at the source of her woes, this stupid, grotesque monstrosity of a thing that stood up firmly between her legs.
“Why haven’t I faded into existence…” She muttered to herself, genuinely feeling her eyes water up in frustration.
And that’s what it was, wasn’t it? Frustration. Hitori was frustrated beyond belief that she had hormones (weird ones at that) that activated all the weird parts of herself she wanted buried 10 feet under her. Why she had this in the first place, she didn’t even know where to start. Why was it happening right now, she might have an inkling.
But Hitori did not want to entertain that part of her brain. She’s had it shut down for so long, for it to just effortlessly slide back to the forefront of her mind was extremely infuriating to think about. Has she not gone through enough shame and suffering to be exempt from this?
Unfortunately, she was a growing girl. High school was when all kinds of stimulation would hit you across the face unapologetically. Even someone as generally growth stunted like Hitori wasn't safe from this phenomenon. She could feel phantom punches left and right, as if she was in an action film where the main character beats up a lowly grunt and she was that grunt, flailing helplessly to the whims of inevitability.
Sounds of sheets rustling pulled her out of her movie beatdown, and slowly brought her back to the equally terrifying reality that reminded her of the detail that she had Kita over for another sleepover. Her face contorted into a macabre painting as she swiftly analyzed what was happening before her, Kita was beginning to wake up on the futon next to her, disheveled hair and everything as she lamented about her raging boner.
Normally, being in this state was easier to deal with–albeit still uncomfortable–because she never had anyone in her room to begin with! She had all the time to think about the birds, the bees, and all things nice and pure it would kill any hormonal teenager’s libido to the ground. Or god forgive the rare times she had to beat it down herself, else she would not be able to leave her room. Hitori had to count her blessings and take solace in the fact that this has never happened outside of her home.
“...good morning, Hitori-chan,” Kita’s groggy voice ejects her out of her internal elegies.
“G-g-g-g-good morning Kita-chan!!!” Hitori basically screamed, frozen in her spot as she piled all the sheets she could grab as a makeshift cover for her situation.
Having Kita over for a sleepover was almost commonplace as of late, but what wasn’t was the happenstance that her parents, Futari and even Jimihen were out on a trip for the weekend. Effectively making the two of them the only people in the house right now. Maybe acknowledging that didn’t help Hitori’s current predicament, but it was such an obtrusive piece of information now.
“You’re up so early, did you not sleep well?” Kita asked, wiping the sleep off her eyes.
“Ah, uh, it just got cold and um, g-g-goodnight!” Not really knowing what else to do, Hitori covered herself in blankets and curled up in her futon. Hoping to all the gods that she can magically evict herself from this discomfort. She was always scared, but this time her fear of being discovered by her closest friend and possibly being disgusted made her nauseous.
“Y-you’re going back to sleep?” Kita finally glanced at the direction of her pink haired companion, only to see a ball of sheets. She reached out for her phone to check the time. “I guess it is only 7:30…but I’m up now. Do you want me to prepare breakfast?”
Maybe that was a good idea, that would mean Kita will be out of the room and she could deal with this painful erection. Why hasn't it gone down?!
“I-if you don’t mind…I’ll catch up?” Hitori poked her head out of the bundle to speak. In any other instance, Hitori would die first before letting a guest do the work, but this was a life and death situation too.
“Okay, leave it to me! I’ll just change out of these PJ’s and get started!” Hitori heard Kita say from her safe cocoon. After a few minutes of shuffling and footsteps, she heard her sliding door close shut.
Okay, now! Hitori bolted out of her sheets towards her door to lock it. Filled with relief she leaned her back against the door and sighed. Why did it have to be today? Of all the days to be a bundle of energy, it had to be when a friend was in close proximity, as if she was some kind of pervert. She ruffled her hair bitterly, denying all possibility that she definitely was some kind of pervert. But after thinking about it more, she knew exactly why she was being like this. It’s her own damn fault, and partly Kita’s.
Hitori had been crushing on Kita for a while now, how could one possibly not after seeing her, getting to know her, and being subjected to all the skinship? Maybe she was just an easy person, she would probably fall for the next person who gave her the time of the day and smiled at her.
But that was the thing, nobody other than Kita gave her this much attention. Only this extroverted personification of sunshine gave her this much support, this much care. Not to mention, she was such a pretty girl, one of the most popular girls in school and she can play the guitar! On top of all that, it was guitar playing that was taught by her, so in a way the coolness Kita had that she was dazzled by was a product of her ministrations, how aggressively self fellating was that?!
Hitori immediately stopped her train of thought as it was rapidly sliding down the long gutter of her mind. A friend should not be having lewd thoughts about their crush, that’s called objectification! She definitely did not want to objectify Kita in that way. But how was that different from just wanting to kiss, cuddle and be all lovey-dovey with her? It was all jumbled up in her brain and it only made her dick twitch shamelessly.
I don’t have enough time to think of the birds and bees to calm this thing down! I hate doing this, but I need to rub one off…
Hitori darted towards her closet, but on the way saw Kita’s neatly folded sheets, PJ’s as well as the patted down pillow and futon. She stopped in her tracks to stare at it, her mind formulating tangents about what that entailed. Kita slept on this, Kita’s shampoo on the pillow, Kita’s concentrated scent…
Unable to process her thoughts, her brain short circuited. But her body moved for her, slowly lowering the bands of her pajama pants, her right hand grabbed her stiff cock and started rubbing, eyes hyper fixated on the PJs on the futon. Hitori had the insatiable urge to grab it and inhale a full breath of it, but she just had her other hand extended uselessly, trembling at the overwhelming arousal she was finally processing with her entire body.
Perhaps it was the entire act of it, or the fact that she was rendered breathless by an article of clothing, but Hitori felt a wave of shame among all the other senses she was going through as she continued to stimulate herself. It was such a conflicting feeling, she never enjoyed relieving herself this way, but it also felt good when she did. Hitori wanted to believe that her degeneracy wasn’t this bad, but it definitely became worse when her hormones got the better of her.
“Huh? It’s locked? Hitori-chan, are you awake?” Kita’s voice sounded from the other side of the room, making Hitori jump a few feet in the air in surprise. How did she not hear her coming back up?
“Ah, um, yes! I…I’m changing, so I thought it would be a good idea to lock it!!” Hitori hated how that came out cause she sounded like she just ran a marathon instead of ‘changing’.
“As long as you’re okay…by the way, do you think you can pass me my phone when you’re done? I forgot to bring it with me somehow,” The red haired girl’s voice was a little muffled, but loud enough to register in Hitori’s clouded thoughts.
“Ah, eh, y-yes! C-could you give me a few minutes?” Her phone? I don’t even see it…
“Take your time!” Hitori heard Kita respond, as her eyes darted everywhere to search for that darned phone.
“D-do you know where you put it? I don’t see it around here…”
After a moment of silence, she heard Kita say, “I might have dumped my PJ’s on top of it! Oops!”
Hitori felt a beast growing inside of her at the thought of actually touching Kita’s PJ’s, it took all of her self control to not touch it before but here she was, being presented an opportunity to do just that. Of course Kita will never know what she’d be doing to it next, but that’s besides the point. She used her clean hand to lift up the folded PJ’s and saw that a phone was indeed hiding underneath.
“I-I found it…p-please give me a few minutes,” Hitori stated weakly, she grabbed the phone and put it on to the side and stared back at the PJ’s. Without thinking any further, she grabbed it and put it to her face, inhaling a good amount of it as she furiously rubbed at her dick.
Kita-chan’s scent, Kita-chan’s scent, Kita-chan’s scent, Kita-chan’s scent…it smells so good, it’s taking over my senses…
Overcome by so much lust and the smell of strawberries, Hitori couldn’t help but imagine Kita on top of her, kissing her, enveloping her with so much of her scent down to her core, where they were connected by the hip. This Kita looked at her, bit her lip and gave her a needy look, as she bounced up and down. She concentrated on the feeling of her penis, with the vivid vision of Kita riding her. It all felt so good.
“Hi-Hitori-chan?”
Ah crap! Oh my god! What am I doing?!
“Are you okay in there?” Kita’s voice was a lot clearer now, laced in concern. She must have been making weird noises.
“A-ah, um, y-yes! S-so sorry! I just t-tripped on something!” It took all of Hitori’s willpower to pry her hand away from her throbbing dick, hide it away in her pants, wipe her hands and completely abandon whatever the hell she was doing. She had never let her imagination take over like it just did, it was always with the purpose to calm her annoying libido. Never was it for self indulgence, although the process always felt nice.
How could she do that when Kita was just a wall away from her?
Hitori breathed in and out to rid herself of the panic, the guilt as well as her obvious breathlessness and actually went through the motions of changing out of her sleeping clothes. It was a struggle with the discomfort of her rigid member, but she had to endure it for the sake of her friendship. And to avoid the absolute mortification of being found out. She grabbed Kita’s phone, walked towards the door to unlock it and slid it open to finally hand it over. She did her best impression of Ryo as to not give, well, anything away.
“Your face looks so flushed, Hitori-chan…” Expressive bright olives looked at her with worry, Hitori couldn’t bring herself to look back at it as she extended her hand to pass the phone. “Oh, thank you.”
“I-I’m alright, it just got a little warm,” She tried to explain, smacking herself internally for making the lamest excuses. Earlier it was because it was cold, now it’s because it was warm? Make up your mind girl!
“You’re not getting sick, are you?”
“I-I don’t think so, I d-don’t really get sick too often…”
Kita held a hand up and placed it on Hitori’s forehead, her touch was a little cold and it made the introverted girl almost combust from the contact. She put a hand on her own to compare temperatures, oblivious to the effect it had on her friend.
“Sorry Hitori-chan, I just had to check,” She said with that million-dollar smile and the shine of the brightest day in summer. “Don’t melt okay?”
Hitori was in an internal meltdown to respond, she could feel herself burning up all over.
“Now that you’re awake, do you want to help me make breakfast? I took a peek at your fridge and you had stuff there to make French toast!”
F-French toast?! Another fancy food term from the library of extroversion?! How can it be French when we’re in Japan?!
“Ah, um, sure,” Surely having something in my belly will sate this beast that’s threatening to come out of me. It will all be fine.
Hitori saw Kita look past her and into the room as a sinking feeling of dread started to creep up her skin. She just remembered that she took Kita’s PJ’s in a fistful, ruining the neat fold it used to have. Panic starts to set in as she suddenly remembers what she did with it.
“Now that we’re both out, we should clean up the futons too. I was kinda waiting for you to get up so we can do it together, hehe,” Kita brushed past her and back into the room, where Hitori almost lost herself to the pleasure from her lingering scent. Flashes of her earlier fantasies that involved the other girl unceremoniously started playing in her head.
No. NonononononononoNO. Stop it Hitori, this is not the place nor the time for this.
Hitori stepped back into the room herself, watching Kita wordlessly re-folding her PJ’s as if it wasn’t undone off its neat fold. She heard herself audibly gulp as she walked towards her own futon, untouched from her lack of attention to it in favor of…more pressing things. She hastily folded up her blanket and sloppily rolled up her futon, fully focusing on the task to prevent her mind from wandering into dangerous territory.
“Are you sure you’re okay, Hitori-chan? I can’t help but feel that there’s something on your mind…” Kita spoke, breaking the stifling silence that Hitori hoped she wouldn't break.
“Ah, um, y-yes, I-I just didn’t sleep well ehehe…” She answered feebly, not really convincing anyone.
Kita stood up and went closer to Hitori, looking her straight in eyes with a determined look. “You know I’m always here for you right? I’ll help with all that I can if you need it,” She scooped up her hands as if it was the most natural thing in the world and squeezed it tight.
“Ah, r-right…thank you, Kita-chan. I-it’s really no big deal…” Hitori mumbled, unable to look her friend in the eye. She rested her eyes instead on their intertwined hands, liking the feeling of it.
“So there is something!” The red haired girl’s brows scrunched up in concern.
Ah, crap! I basically admitted to it!
“Eh, ah, well, I…I’d rather not talk about it…” Hitori kept her head down, their hands together her only comfort in this trying situation.
She finally looked up to see a brief moment of disappointment flash in Kita’s face before she gave a small smile. “I understand,” Kita loosened her grip on Hitori’s hands. “If you ever change your mind, please know I’m all ears.”
Hitori could only squirm at the genuine worry and compassion Kita had for her. It sucks, but she wasn’t lying when she said that she’d rather not talk about it, not because she actually didn’t want to, but because this was a literal friendship ender conversation if she did talk about it. Kita was one of her only friends, she can’t lose her.
But was pushing her away the right thing to do? Especially after she reassured her that she’ll be there for her? Hitori felt at odds with herself. It felt really bad, she was definitely not trying to downplay Kita’s friendship, but how could she know that revealing this truth about herself won't be the catalyst for a rift between them?
Because if she was being honest, it would be nice if another person outside of her family knew of her condition. The idea of having a friend know and cover for her, understand that this was a common thing that happened from time to time and will give her time and space to recover felt comforting.
Why does it have to be so difficult…I really hate this. This is why I don’t deserve to have friends. A water flea like me should know their place in the hierarchy and stay there. I’m so sorry for being arrogant and moving above my station…I’m so sorry Kita-chan.
Just then, she felt herself being pulled into a hug. Kita had one arm gently patting the back of her head, while the other held onto her lower back to pull her in closer.
“You wear your heart on your sleeve, Hitori-chan…I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m sure it’ll be okay. I promise,” She said, her voice so gentle and soothing.
“Kita-chan…” Hitori let herself relax into her embrace. She had been tense this entire time, how a simple gesture can dispel any of her anxieties was a thing of wonder. Was this the power of Kit-aura or was she just touch deprived?
Wait…touch? She’s touching me! Our bodies–we’re flush against each other! My thing hasn’t calmed down!!! What should I do what should I do what should I do what should I–
“H-Hitori-chan? Um…” Kita said, her voice suddenly a lot more shy. Her right hand that did rhythmic strokes at the back of her head had stopped. “Something is…pushing up against my tummy?”
Hitori wanted to die on the spot. She desperately wished for the ground to swallow her up and grind her to dust. Their heartfelt moment was so fleeting because of such a ridiculous appendage and this stupid, stupid sensitive body of her’s. She didn’t wanna break this hug, but she really should. What was she supposed to say?
“Ah…um…I-I’m really…having a hard time, Kita-chan…” That’s not what you should be saying, Gotoh! Are you an idiot?!
“What do you mean? I know you said you’d rather not talk about it, but I just can’t stand and watch if you’re having a hard time,” Kita said, her hands now on both sides of her shoulders, with worry all over her face and only a few centimeters away from her own. Hitori felt her entire body tense up once more.
Mom, dad, this is the end for me, I’m cornered. I can’t make excuses about this anymore! …I don’t really want to either. But there’s just so many things that could go wrong! I might lose the band, I might get expelled, everyone’s gonna think I’m a freak! I can trust Kita-chan, right? I want to trust Kita-chan about this. She won’t abandon me…right?? This is not good, I’m about to cry!
“K-Kita-chan…p-please don’t hate me…” Hitori squeaked out, unable to hold her emotions anymore as tears threatened to flow out of her eyes.
Kita, only barely able to process the words but saw the heart-wrenching look Hitori gave her, kicked her instincts to go on overdrive and she did the next thing that made sense to her. She pulled the pink haired girl close for a kiss.
What?! What’s happening?! K-Kita-chan’s…kissing me? Kita-chan’s kissing me! Wh-wh-wh-what should I do?!
A big command center full of Hitoris were scrambling around as the entire place flashed red in emergency, the big screen projected the word “abort” in big, bold, ominous letters. Amongst the frenzy, was one on an elevated podium, clad in fancy Kucci tracksuit looking like the chief commander of all the Hitoris. She looked on to the chaos, seemingly at a loss of words at the collapse, flustered and helplessly watching the rest of her fleet run around in panic. She saw one of the pods buzz up in acceleration and immediately catching smoke, things were getting dangerous.
“Bocchi collective! We have to evacuate! Now!”
At the announcement, the Bocchi collective stopped in their tracks, their faces all squiggled up in horror and started melting into a pile of pink goo at the sheer implication of abandoning the mother ship. The chief commander ran down to her compatriots with multiple zip ties in an attempt to delay the melting process but she too started evaporating as their ship continued its course towards the treacherous Kita-star. It was foolish to believe it was a possible feat.
The loss of warmth brought Hitori back from her intergalactic panic as she found herself trying to catch her breath. She saw Kita who was completely red in the face and eyes swirled in her own form of meltdown, breathing heavily, deliriously trying to compose herself from what she just did. “S-sorry Hitori-chan, I-I don’t know what came over me…I just didn’t want to see you cry,” She finally said, her voice still riddled with shakiness. “I would never hate you, I hope you understand that.”
Hitori wasn’t sure if she fully understood, all she knew right now was that she wanted more of Kita’s lips. Being introduced to that intoxicating feeling made her crave, all her inhibitions are being flung out of the window. She made no more room for further thought as she let her body dictate her next actions, which was to cup Kita’s face and pull her in for another kiss.
The second time felt more electrifying than the first, as Kita felt Hitori return her kisses. She felt at ease that her actions didn’t put her friend off. Kita had always liked Hitori, more than how a friend should like a friend…like, normal friends shouldn’t want to kiss each other, but she totally did, and she would catch herself almost doing it multiple times. She had no idea it felt this incredible. Had she known, she should have kissed her way sooner. Of course, this was her impulsive side talking, she didn’t even know if Hitori liked girls. Let alone her. Why on earth would she ever consider this before today?
Right, because this silly girl actually believed there was an iota of chance that she would hate her. Showing such an expression that Kita could all but contain her overwhelming adoration and just release the floodgates to shower her with all of it. In one fell swoop. She would have regretted it if it pushed Hitori away, but it didn’t. She was kissing back, she initiated this. What does this mean for them? Did Hitori like her back? Are they dating now? Hitori looked so troubled all morning, and she only really intended to comfort her, what in the world were they doing now? And what was this strange feeling poking at her tummy?
They broke apart to catch their breaths, thoughts clouded by the sparks they have created for themselves. They held onto each other greedily as if either of them were gonna book it to the next train out of Kanazawa-Hakkei if they relaxed for just a tiny bit. Hitori was finally looking at Kita straight in the eye, to the girl whose brilliant olives stared right back at her, both of them mirroring each other’s ragged breathing. She saw how flushed Kita’s entire countenance was, her cheeks, her ears—it was an expression she imagined was the same for her, as she felt herself figuratively catch on fire.
“K-Kita-chan, I really do cherish you a lot…a-and because you’re so important to me, th-there’s something about me that you should know,” Hitori began, the heightened euphoria of the moment giving her courage. Kita gave her a wide and tender smile, urging her to continue. “I…I have this condition…way back in middle school. I-It’s hard to explain without being outright with it so I-I’m just gonna say it!”
The pause after that was kind of unbearable but Kita waited with bated breath until Hitori found it in her to finally speak again. She could feel the poor girl shake as she held onto her, and all she could do in response was to squeeze her enough in reassurance that no matter what this was, it was going to be okay.
“I…I have a penis,” Hitori managed to say, barely above a whisper. She shut her eyes as she confessed this, not wanting to see Kita’s reaction to this bizarre and honestly deplorable part of herself.
An unsettling amount of quietude surrounded them after a while, and Hitori just knew she mucked it all up. “I’m...I’m sorry I kept this from you for so long,” She said, her voice shaking. “I-I-I’ll understand if you want to stop being friends, I-I’m disgusting…”
It was one thing to confess your feelings for someone, but Hitori thought this was more nerve wracking to finally lay down. It was about her, about her circumstances. All her feelings bared, for Kita to take in and dissect, before she ultimately decides what to do next. She was practically at her mercy as the minutes passed. There was an unreadable expression permeating on Kita’s face. She was so sure this would be the end of it, the end of them. Hitori lowered her head and stared at the floor as her confidence started waning. She shouldn’t lose heart here, but it didn't stop her from being afraid.
Kita's voice in this moment terrified her, after a long bout of silence, she finally spoke. She had no idea what her reaction would be, if she even wanted to hear what she had to say, and yet her words started to slowly register in Hitori’s head. “Silly, that doesn’t matter to me. And you're not disgusting! I like you Hitori-chan. I’ll accept all of you without question,” she paused for a second and then reiterated, “w-well, maybe with some questions.”
Hitori whipped her head up to look back at the owner of the voice, eyes wide in surprise at her response. Kita looked back at her with a loving and determined expression, as if to tell her that she was serious. About her, about them. Once she got the message, Hitori couldn’t handle the flow of emotions within her, her eyes started to water again. She was over the moon. She tightened her hold on Kita and pulled her in for a hug. Thanking her over and over. From something so unimaginable—a secret she thought she would take to the grave from everyone in her life bar her family, here they were: Kita now knew, she knew and she was okay with it.
Hitori could feel Kita hug her back, being pulled in closer than what was possible, their bodies melding together in what seemed like a long time coming. Hitori relished in the satisfying swell in her person, it felt incredible to be accepted, and to be liked back by the girl she had been crushing on for a while now. She was so elated her body moved on its own, as she placed her lips on Kita again, giving her a more feverish kiss than their earlier ones. The red haired girl threw her arms over Hitori's shoulders, pulling her closer and deepening their kiss. They reveled in the sensation of it all, melting into one another, leaving only room between them for breathing.
Everything that's happened so far felt like a dream to Hitori, a dream she can vividly feel to her very core, scorching her. Only it was real, Kita really was there right in front of her, looking at her fondly, accepting her fully, including the very thing that she detested and felt shame about all this time. Hitori couldn't count how many times she had claimed Kita's lips into her's just to make sure she wasn't hallucinating. And amazingly she was consoled every time from the kisses that were returned, with the same fervor and desperation she had been bottling up all this time.
A hushed moan was drawn out as Kita bit Hitori’s bottom lip, creating an opening in her mouth for her to explore and savour a taste. Kita’s hands began to wander, brushing her shoulders slightly as it went downwards slowly and clung to the fabric of Hitori’s tracksuit. The intimacy and stimulation emphasizing the state of Hitori’s arousal.
There was a tightness that was unbearably building between them and normally Hitori would have already stopped and ran away to hide in her closet, but the situation was different now. The mere fact that Kita now knew about her situation and still kissed her so passionately gave Hitori titillation that was beyond what she could imagine. It drove her crazy, she couldn’t stop holding onto Kita.
Kita pulled away slightly to catch her breath, her eyes in a haze as she stared at Hitori with a look of adoration and something else. “So that’s what was poking me all this time…” Kita murmured in uneven breaths.
Oh my god.
They were still a mess of tangled limbs with very little space between them, but Hitori immediately understood what she was pertaining to. It doesn’t stop being embarrassing. “A-ah, um, y-yes, I...I’m sorry, It has been like this since this morning. I s-swear this is a special case! I was just so excited that I got to spend the weekend with you again…” Hitori explained, finally being honest about the entire thing. She closed her eyes and leaned her forehead against Kita, her face burning up. “...e-even if you know now, it’s still embarrassing after all…”
Hitori felt hands hold up her face as a pair of lips captured her own, a short but meaningful gesture of reassurance that Kita always made sure to do when she was unsure of herself. Whether it was the small comforting ripples on her calloused hands when she held them, or the supportive accompaniment of her rhythm when they played the guitar—before today, kisses weren’t the norm, but she gladly welcomed the addition of it.
“Hey, you’re okay. If—if anything, this is kind of flattering,” Kita said shyly, resting her forehead against Hitori’s as well. “That I can...make you feel like this.”
Hitori felt her member twitching at her words. “Y-you have no idea how powerful your words are, Kita-chan.”
Kita giggled breathily, pulling Hitori’s head closer, putting her lips next to her ear. “Well, now I do.”
Fuck.
Hitori couldn’t help but buck her hips at the excitement her husky voice emitted and Kita just chuckled at the reaction. She wasn’t normally one to curse, but hearing Kita’s normally high octave voice become this sultry low tone, it was harder to not react. For once, Hitori felt liberated in the notion of not holding back. That she could just be herself with the girl she liked. The feeling of being accepted, of being understood, Kita easily and readily gave. Ridding her of the anxiety and doubts with just her actions and words of reassurance.
“I really really like you, Kita-chan.” Hitori said, her voice full of gratitude.
“Me too, Hitori-chan.” Kita replied, a bashful but bright smile decorating her red face.
They again closed the gap for a revitalized and unrestrained kiss. Their lips moving in tandem as it deepened by the second. It felt so nice Hitori couldn’t help but let out a groan of pleasure. Her entire body was on fire, she swore she had never felt so sensitive before. Kita’s hands were roaming around her back clumsily, grabbing the fabric of her shirt when Hitori playfully bit her lips in revenge. Was Kita enjoying this too? Hitori wanted to make her feel good.
Gathering her courage, she moved her arms from her small waist and upwards to Kita’s breasts. She noted that they were more on the petite side, but that made it all the more cute. Just like Kita. The red haired girl's breath hitched at the contact, but continued to give Hitori hungry kisses that she returned with as much, if not more urgency. Hitori's hands stayed there, not really grabbing anything, but was on it, as if waiting for permission before she did anything. As if to respond, Kita placed her hand on top of her’s and squeezed them, signaling Hitori that it was okay.
A surprisingly lust imbued gasp escaped Kita’s mouth as Hitori started fondling her breasts. It was slow and deliberate movements, careful about being too rough, as her fingers tried to look for the stiff buds. The sound of Kita’s pleasure made her dick twitch again, quite certain to be fully erect by now as it stabbed against her belly. Hitori felt the perky bump of Kita’s nipples against her clothes and began to press and swipe it simultaneously. The red haired girl yelped against their kiss, showing a face Hitori has never seen before.
This is too much.
“D-do you like that, Kita-chan?” Hitori asked, catching her breath. She gave her a kiss on the forehead, nose, cheeks and finally on her lips.
“Y-yeah. I-I love the way you touch me,” Hitori could only feel her cock harden even further. Kita was too kind, too beautiful, too sexy, and liked a lowly dumpster slime like her, welcomed her out of all the more qualified people in the world. She chose her, how lucky could she get?
“A-are you feeling good too, Hitori-chan?” Kita asked, a worried look on her face.
“M-more than you could ever imagine. I never thought I would ever be this close to you. I’m still wondering if this is all a dream…”
Hitori felt a slight brush of fingertips against the fabric where her penis stood erect, it was Kita, a mischievous smile flashing across her cute face.
“Does that feel like a dream to you?”
“N-no, b-but also yes,” Hitori answered before giving Kita a kiss. “C-could I be reminded that it isn’t?”
Kita let out a shy laugh.
“I’d love to.”
Kita’s hands reached out to the perky mounds of Hitori’s breast, noticing the visible bump of her nipple through her cotton clothes. Her hands were relatively big, so it was more than enough to grab its moderate size. She always thought her favourite guitarist had a nice figure, but actually feeling a part of it against her now rough and sweaty hands, she couldn’t believe how incredibly soft she was.
The moan that came after rendered her mind hazy. It sounded so good. Hitori was finally relaxing and not melting from her touch. It excited Kita, unimaginably so.
“You’re so beautiful Hitori-chan,” She muttered lovingly.
Hitori couldn’t help but feel timid at Kita’s affectionate proclamation. Here she was, indulging in her touch, her dick shamelessly poking at her, but was still called beautiful.
“Y-y-you’re beautiful,” Hitori countered back, peppering kisses all over her face. Her arms back on the other girl’s waist, while her breasts were being softly played with. The pleasure she felt when Kita pinched her nipples caused her to again thrust her hips greedily.
Kita’s hands slowly go down, from the dip of her abdomen, to her belly button, reaching towards Hitori’s erection, her fingers lightly surrounding the throbbing member against the tight entrapment of her pants. Steadily, she started rubbing on it, eliciting pleasured moans from Hitori, a different kind of voice coming out of her as she gave her rubbing more pressure.
“Ki-Kita-chan...can I feel you? D-directly?” She panted, her voice with a hint of indescribable desire. Hearing her needy request gave Kita a feeling of incredible wetness from the waist down, more than she already was at the beginning of their—what would you even call it at this point? Make out session? Foreplay? She wasn’t sure anymore, but she wanted more of it, she has never heard Hitori request something so desperately before and it was making her dizzy. Her hands reached for the band of the pink haired girl’s pants, with a mission to pull them down.
Feeling her pants loosen, Hitori initiated to completely put it away and throw the article nearby. She searched for Kita’s hands and led them down to her hardness, pressing them unconsciously against each other.
“Kita-chan...Kita-chan…” Kita could feel the stickiness of precum staining through her panties and the shape of Hitori’s stiffness protruding out of the poor article of clothing. It was throbbing wildly and was way bigger than she imagined, as it poked way beyond what the underwear can cover. She tried to grab it as it was, but it only looked more constraining than it was pleasurable. Who was she kidding, she knew the underwear would have to go too, especially when Hitori specifically requested it directly.
Hitori was feeling too good, Kita’s hands were warm and were working on taking off her panties too. She really was gonna touch her, it drove her crazy at the thought.
“E-eh…?!” Kita gasped in surprise as she finally freed Hitori’s penis, its flesh glistening in fluids as it bounced around aimlessly after finally being released from its enclosure.
Snapped out of it, Hitori felt rather ashamed as she felt the cold air, her crush was staring at her grotesque looking genitals. “I-it looks pretty gross, I know. I’m sorry…” She started to say in an apologetic tone.
“Hitori-chan, h-how…” Kita paused, unconsciously gulping at the sight before her. “How were you able to hide that…?"
Hitori looked at Kita in confusion, totally caught off-guard at her reaction to one of her most shameful parts.
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“It’s...it’s huge. How could I have not noticed this?” Kita said in disbelief, looking at Hitori and then at the rigid penis. The reaction was so unexpected Hitori couldn’t help but laugh. Honestly, her only point of reference in terms of sizes was the one picture the doctor showed her when she was being tested for this anomaly. Embarrassingly, she really did not pay too much attention and just assumed that this was the average. The doctors never mentioned anything about it being an abnormal size.
“Y-you think so?” Hitori asked curiously. Why would Kita know what was big and what wasn’t? The thought didn’t sit well with her.
“There was a model replica I saw of it in middle school, it was nothing like this…but I guess it was just a replica after all?” Kita said, scratching her head in confusion.
Oh.
Hitori felt a wave of relief overcome her. Kita was a popular girl so it wasn’t that farfetched of a thought that she’d have relationships with boys on that level, but of course Sex-Ed was a thing too. Having said that, she still wanted to know and confirm that that was actually the case.
“Kita-chan...have you...ever had sex before?” She didn’t mean to sound so shaky but she couldn’t help it. Why did she care so much about this?
Kita’s face turned red at the unexpected question. “Wh-wha…! Of course not!”
“Really?” Hitori pouted, shrinking into herself as the moment passed.
Kita stood back up, cupped her face and gave her a long, deep kiss.
“There hasn’t been anyone who’s come this close to me other than you, Hitori-chan.” she explained, a doting smile on her face.
Hitori’s expression melted into a satisfied grin that Kita couldn’t help but giggle at it. She used this as a chance to take the shorter girl’s hands, intertwine their fingers together before pulling her closer.
“I’m sorry for being so petty. It’s just...I want to be your first. I’m sorry for getting ahead of myself and—
Hitori tried to say before she was cut off by Kita, giving her a messier kiss than earlier. She responded hungrily in return, their tongues waltzing around each other. Kita pulled away breathlessly, giving the pink haired girl a heartening look.
“You’re not the only one,” She stated in a velvety whisper.
“Kita-chan…!” Hitori whimpered, remembering that the bottom half of her body was still pretty much lively and twitching excitedly against Kita’s still clothed form.
Noticing this and remembering Hitori’s request from earlier, Kita closed in on her cock with her hand. Hitori could only whine in pleasure at the contact.
“Tell me what feels good,” Kita said, looking into her eyes with what she could only interpret as thirst. She led the both of them to the rolled up futon bunch they still hadn’t put away, letting herself be reminded that they were still in her room. Whoops. She had to internally thank the heavens that her family was out for the weekend.
Once they settled, Hitori sat down and positioned Kita in front of her, slowly showing her the motion she used to do when she did it by herself, feeling the sensation of her hands wrapped around her with just the right tightness and pull. Kita was very good with her hands, as evident from her hard work at the guitar and her many hand coordinated sports participations. She had good grip and control, it was no surprise that she was able to do the same when it came to understanding how to make Hitori feel the best.
“Kita-chan...Kita-chan...Kita-chan!” Hitori repeated over and over, her back arching upwards. Hearing her name called out in such a needy and breathless manner, Kita couldn’t help but feel a heightened sensitivity within herself as well. In some way, her gut told her that if she gripped a little bit tighter and pumped faster, Hitori would feel more than just good, and she was all for that. So she did, rendering louder moans as her reaction. Kita could feel Hitori’s dick pulsate harder within her grasp and she was worried if that was a good or a bad thing.
“Kita-chan…! Haah, Kita-chan, I’m coming!” Hitori exclaimed, jerking her head back as spurts of thick cum shot out of her dick, and spraying everywhere, including Kita’s face. She didn’t seem to mind though, more fascinated and curious than anything. She hadn’t let go of Hitori’s penis and mindlessly kept rubbing it.
“A-ahh, Kita-chan, I-I’m okay now,” Hitori’s glans were very sensitive so she had to signal her to stop.
“O-oh, I’m sorry. Was that okay?” Kita asked, unsure of what was happening. She was distracted by the substance that came out of her in addition to the sexy flushed look Hitori was emitting.
“You felt amazing,” she admitted sheepishly, “I’m sorry it’s so messy.” Hitori reached out for the box of napkins that was still there from earlier and tried to wipe the mess off Kita’s hands, her face—
I came on her face oh my god, oh my god…
“A-are you okay?” Kita’s voice cut off her raging thoughts. “I-it’s twitching.”
I blame you for that!
Normally jerking off one time calmed her down, but Kita was right in front of her now. They were nowhere near done, especially not until she made this amazing girl feel good enough to scream her name so loud during an orgasm, just like in her fantasies that she used to push away into the far recesses of her thoughts. Hitori was going to make that a personal goal.
“It’s your turn,” Hitori tried to say it seductively, which in her mind sounded more hilarious than sexy, but it worked on Kita as she looked at her quietly, longingly.
She switched their positions and had Kita sit down as she started taking off her layer of clothes one by one. “I-it’s only fair that you show me your body too, right Kita-chan?” Hitori attempted to purr flirtatiously. Celebrating internally at how Kita just seemed so taken by her when she took charge. Stuttering notwithstanding.
“Y-you should take your top off too,” Kita said demurely, her eyes focused on Hitori’s hands that worked to unclasp her front hook bra.
“Do it for me?” Hitori requested, her tone coquettish.
The entire process of undressing each other was a stimulus in and off itself, Kita belatedly realized. She had always wanted to see what Hitori looked like unclothed, wanted to affirm her imagination about how attractive her body curves were without the limitation of fabric. She was mostly right. Mostly because she hadn’t imagined there would be an additional package with her. Of course Kita didn’t hate it, but it definitely was quite literally a big surprise.
As the final hook of Hitori’s bra came undone, the only article of clothing left between them was Kita’s shorts, which she was hyper aware was soaked through her panties.
“I-I’ll take this off myself,” she immediately volunteered, standing up and ready to unbuckle her belt.
“C-can I pull it down though?” It was a rare sight for Hitori to initiate anything, so the fact that she was being so forward gave Kita a newfound attraction to this side of her. She meekly nodded and continued to unbuckle and undo the buttons of her shorts. Feeling oddly exhilarated at the mystery of what Hitori was about to do.
Signaling her to go ahead, the first thing she did was feel her inner thighs, confirming the inkling about how soaked Kita was. She was, in fact, unbelievably wet. Her hands were sticky in her juices and Hitori was barely able to control herself in lapping up the essence. It only hardened her already stiff cock. She looked up at Kita who was glowing red in embarrassment over the revelation of her arousal.
“You were wet for me, Kita-chan…” she said, finally pulling down her shorts, dragging down her panties to reveal her perfectly untouched pubic region, glistening in her own juices.
Kita felt herself jolt up as Hitori brushed against the outer lips of her vagina. Her fingers were warm to the touch, and it was pervading all over her crotch. She realized that the pink haired girl was using her own wetness to massage her notably tense abdominal muscles. She felt her legs tremble as the flare of desire and the ache to be touched became prominent in her mind. Hitori motioned her to take a seat and promptly spread her legs. It was all so embarrassing, but the look of wonderment on Hitori’s face helped her feel it less.
“You’re so cute down here too,” she started to say, the air coming out of her mouth as she talked tickling Kita. “I’ve always wanted to eat you up.”
Kita quivered at her words, not only because of the anticipation, but it was the exact same thoughts she had of her when she still didn’t know about her penis. She used to scold herself for thinking of Hitori in compromising positions under her touch, for fantasizing about creating songs out of her with her own lips. Now that it was happening in reverse, it was all too much for her brain to process.
Hitori wasted no time and began her ministrations on Kita’s wet folds, dragging her tongue from the bottom of her slit all the way up to her clit. A shrill gasp escaped the other girl in response to the touch, her hips unconsciously raised up in the process. She could feel the slow but eager licks reverberate through her entire body, Hitori’s tongue dragging deliberately at the nub where she gave the most pressure repeatedly, before she felt her lips suck on her hungrily.
“A-ahh, Hitori-chan…!”
Kita felt her hands desperately reach for Hitori’s head, pressing them closer to her core as the pink haired girl continued to lap her up with fervor, suck on her as if she was the finest fruit. Her vision started to blur, the alarming pleasure she was feeling from this was becoming too much. The overwhelming burn in her loins made her crave for more pressure, so she moved along with Hitori’s strokes, her hips feeling like it’s about to give out every time she made deep, quick flicks to her most sensitive spot.
Hitori’s hands clung to the dip that bridged Kita’s waist to her thighs, supporting the red haired girl’s spastic movements against her lips. Satisfied with the way Kita screamed her name in depravity, as her muscles tensed and untensed under her touch. She had a feeling the other girl was close, her unintelligible mumbling a great indication of her intoxication over their actions. Hitori moved in quicker, insistently moving her tongue to swipe in all directions around Kita’s core.
“Hitori-ch—ahhh!” She cried, blanking out from intense surge of pleasure that overtook her entire body. She was thankful that Hitori held on her hips even when it kept jerking violently, as she rode off her orgasm. She gave her one last long lick before pulling back to face Kita.
“Thank you for the meal,” Hitori cheekily exclaimed, a goofy grin on her face that was slathered in her fluids. Even if it did look sexy, the slow feeling of shame immediately overcame Kita when she snapped back to her senses.
“I-I’m sorry! That was messy too, I’m—
Hitori cut her off by devouring her lips. She pushed her down the mess of sheets roughly, hovering on top of her as she deepened the kiss. Despite the fact that she had to taste herself in this exchange, Kita welcomed her tongue and kissed back as hungrily. The detail actually made their make out hotter than it already was in her mind. Hitori positioned them in a way that her dick was resting snug on top of her pussy, spreading the lips slightly at the contact. It felt hard as rock against her sensitive ones.
“Ki-Kita-chan, I…” Hitori began, her breath unsteady, still recovering from the kiss. “Can we…”
If it was any other situation, Kita would have teased her and actually make her say what she wanted, but she was as disoriented as Hitori right now, the ache within her was too much, enthralled by the desire to be connected, any form of rationality inching away steadily.
“Yes…” She answered simply, placing her hands on the shy girl’s face and pulling her again for another kiss.
Both girls found it peculiar, this palpable tension between them probably had been around ever since their first cultural festival performance as Kessoku Band. But as there were so many things that happened in between, it was put aside on the back burner of both their minds. It was left to simmer slowly, build up more, increasing day by day at every moment they were alone together. Every stolen glances they gave each other—there was a frustration that brewed. Hitori who was in constant fear of everything that could go wrong, and Kita who was keeping in check her impulses—it took them almost their entire time in high school to finally get to this point, their feelings were now at its peak.
“R-really? Are you sure?” Hitori asked carefully. All this time, she really tried her best to kill any flitting fantasies of what she wanted to do with Kita. Intolerant to any ideas that led to her thinking of her in that light. But now, in her intensified state of deviance, her words were her only defense from losing to her desires.
Because even as she asked, her penis was contiguous on her vagina, angled in a way that most of its upper length met perfectly with Kita’s labia, spreading it open as her hips moved back and forth automatically against it, rubbing both her clit and teasing her entrance.
“I-I mean, mmgh, I’d be lying if I...ahh...said I didn’t want this…” Kita struggled to say, she bit her lip at the stimulation she got just from the slow rubbing of Hitori’s dick against her. “Y-you’re already rubbing up against me, silly.”
“I-I’m sorry,” Hitori said, the haze of lust clouding her mind, her grinding didn’t stop, “d-does it feel good?”
“Mm…” Kita couldn’t even form a coherent response, so she nodded feebly.
Seeing Kita feel good from her touch pumped more blood into her groin. It was insane how turned on she was from just this. Hitori made sure Kita was wet and stimulated enough for her sake as well, since the doctor had advised her to do so if she was ever going to use this appendage. She was never told the reason, but she could see why it was necessary. Her dick looked like something that was not supposed to fit in the small slit of an opening that was Kita’s core. She definitely didn’t want her first time to be painful.
“I-I’m putting it in, Kita-chan…” She announced, placing the tip of her cock at her entrance and slowly pushing it in.
“Nggh!” Kita jolted from the sensation, a strange mixture of pain and pleasure surged within her as she felt Hitori enter her.
“A-are you okay? S-should I stop after all?” Hitori snapped back to a more attentive state of mind. On one hand, the tightness around the head of her penis felt insanely good, but she was worried if Kita was alright.
“Th-that’s not everything, huh?” Kita mustered a reply, her voice shaky.
“N-no…” Hitori said, her tone laced in worry.
“Y-you can keep going.”
“O-okay...l-let me know if it hurts, p-please.” Very carefully, Hitori thrusted her hips forward again. It was really tight but the wetness helped ease the difficulty of pushing it in. With just the tip in, it already felt incredible, her insides was smoldering hot. The pleasure clouded her better judgement in favor of the strong urge to just thrust all the way. Kita had her eyes tight shut, covering her mouth from her whimpers that dared to come out from the electricity of their contact. It was hard to determine whether it felt painful or good, which scared her.
“Y-you’re so big…” She murmured breathlessly.
“Sh-should I stop?” Hitori kept asking this, but the folds enveloping her penis so tightly was making her lose concentration to move as slowly as she could.
She was halfway in, and Kita was still writhing in what seemed like pain. Unsure of what to do, Hitori leaned forward and kissed her tenderly. Hoping the gesture would help her in some way to ease the pain. Kita kissed her back, giving Hitori the message that she was going to be okay.
“I-I’m getting used to it Hitori-chan, feel free to move as you please.”
Hearing those words was like a restraining order that was absolved. Hitori stopped going slow, but still carefully thrusted forward so that Kita got more used to her shape. She felt her groin catch fire as her entire length was finally all the way in. Kita's muscles tightened as she twitched, which in turn held onto her girth with much more grip, doubling the pleasure Hitori felt.
Oh god, this feels amazing.
She stayed unmoving inside her for a while, shaping Kita’s insides with her length and savoring the staggering tightness and pleasure that came with it. Hitori leaned in again to shower Kita with kisses, telling her she’s doing well as she caressed her face affectionately. Once her expression relaxed, Hitori started to move in slow and deliberate strokes inside her.
“Hitori-chan…” Kita rasped, her arms moving up to hold onto the other girl’s shoulder. “You’re warm...i-it feels good.”
Encouraged by her words, Hitori fastened her pace a little bit. There was no longer a look of pain on Kita, but she was unsure what would make her feel better. She tried rocking her hips in different ways so that every time her dick moved inside her it was angled in certain directions and that hopefully hit a different spot that was pleasurable for Kita.
"Ahh…!" Kita croaked feverishly, her voice a note higher than usual. Her back shot up in reaction. "Hitori-chan, Hitori-chan that felt really good…"
"I-it did?" The pink haired girl heaved, excitement in her voice. She aimed to repeat the same motion that prompted Kita's stimulation, making moderate and steady humps towards the direction of what she perceived were her erogenous zones. "L-like this?"
"Mmh! Y-yeah...ah…!" Kita had let go of Hitori's shoulders to grab either sides of the futon, clinging to the sheets as if her life had depended on it.
Seeing Kita's reaction had given Hitori more confidence in her thrusts as she knew where to hit. She was beginning to understand more about what made Kita feel best and that increased her libido tenfold. Thinking about the birds and the bees had always been her go-to method to get rid of her horny episodes, rarely did she ever resort to jerking off because she simply didn’t like it. But knowing that she could achieve this galvanizing feeling through sex, Hitori couldn’t help but feel that there was no going back from this. It had to be Kita. Kita, Kita, Kita.
Kita could feel Hitori getting bigger inside her as she grinded deeper, faster and harder. It was difficult to really keep up with anything else because of how incredible everything felt. Her insides were filled to the brim with Hitori’s warm shaft, hitting the right spots that resonated all over her body. She bore such an attractive predatory gaze that she had never seen before, and it was aimed towards her, and her alone. They were connected in such a level that they both could feel each other's heartbeat so easily, it drove Kita into a frenzied state of mind.
"Hitori-chan…" she pleads, feeling a tightening in her belly, each touch from the other girl applied an indescribable pressure down her loins, rendering her into desperation, the want—the need, to be sent over the edge.
“Kita-chan! Kita-chan!” Hitori hissed deliriously, seeing the girl’s expressions renewed her tenacity in giving her pleasure. There was more power to her pounding, and she made sure Kita felt every part of her as she plunged her cock into the deepest parts of her.
“Ahhn! Hitori-chan, Hitori-chaaan!” Kita wails, her hips arching.
“Come for me Kita-chan,” Hitori whispered, her voice register lower than usual, giving Kita deep and purposeful thrusts.
An inexplicable explosion of pleasure coursed through Kita’s body, it felt warm and at the same time intense, building up in waves that she thoroughly rode for the next few seconds. Hitori kept pumping her slowly, intentionally rubbing on her sensitive clitoris. She watched her guitar partner relax again, her back going down from the climax.
“You feel so good Kita-chan, fuck…” she blurted out absentmindedly, unaware of the vulgarities coming out of her lips as her hips continued to move in and out of Kita languidly.
Even after having the most intense orgasm just a few minutes ago, feeling Hitori still so lively and getting off of her only made her crave for more. She wanted her to feel good too. Maybe they could sync up and come at the same time, was that possible? It doesn’t seem like Hitori had any intention of stopping there anyway, and she was more than okay with that.
“I’m all yours Hitori-chan,” Kita asserted, reaching up to cup her face, “mess me up.”
As if a switch had been flipped, Hitori’s expressions and movements were rougher, had more haste in them. Kita could take her more now, the rush of this knowledge excited her tremendously. She had wanted Kita to take it all, feel her, understand all her pent up desires in her every thrust. She was so tight, it felt like her cock was melting from the warm walls engulfing her entirety. Every time she pulled out it would suck her back in impatiently. Hitori couldn’t believe how good it all felt.
“Kita-chan…Kita-chan. You feel so good, Kita-chan.”
“Mm, Hitori-chan...you do too…! Y-you’re in so deep–haah! I-it feels amazing…”
Hitori hit a spot with the tip of her dick that induced Kita into a moaning mess. Her walls instantly constricted tighter around her shaft and it was just all too much. She was about to cum. She pounded Kita almost savagely, her movements becoming erratic by the second.
“Kita-chan! Kita-chan I’m gonna cum!” She announced, her voice increasing in volume.
Completely bereft of reason, Kita tangled her legs around Hitori’s waist without realizing. “Hitori-chan, me too! I’m coming!”
With a guttural moan and one final thrust, Hitori came hard. Several fervent gushes of hot liquid coming out of her dick as she buried it deep inside her, not letting a single drop escape. Kita jerked and twitched against her, pussy convulsing wildly, getting off on the warmth of her cum and the feeling of Hitori’s tip against her womb. They both untensed and let out a huge sigh as their climax subsided, Hitori let herself fall on top of Kita with a bounce, exhausted from their activities.
“Th-that was…incredible…” Hitori breathed out, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
Kita blinked quietly, still in a haze. It felt amazing indeed, the afterglow of their intimacy still present throughout her entire body as they stayed still, connected and cuddling in between heavy breaths. She could get addicted to this. But as she was regaining her bearings from such an intense workout, something concerned her.
“Y-you came inside me!” Her first coherent words after such a high was contained in panic. “A-am I going to get pregnant? I’m only 17!”
Startled at her exclamation, Hitori got up abruptly. She forgot that she was still actually inside Kita after everything so she pulled out and tried to pacify the panicking girl.
“No way…I’m the one who prevented you from pulling out! Am I stupid?!” Kita kept mumbling as she held her head in stress.
“U-um, Kita-chan…I should have mentioned this earlier. But I don’t actually produce sperm.”
“H-huh?”
Hitori scratched her face. “I-it’s a weird condition. Like, I’m still a girl, everything about me is a girl...except I have this and no periods.”
A bit dumbfounded, but definitely relieved, Kita sounded an “oh” in acknowledgement. The initial panic from the thought of conceiving at a young age certainly did give her quite a scare, considering that her sexual preference wasn't even towards the ones who could, let alone the thought of her family finding out, but knowing it was Hitori she shared it with didn't seem like a bad idea once her brain activity calmed down. Science was weird. After absorbing more of what Hitori had said, she couldn’t help but think how convenient she had it that she never had to deal with periods.
“So, um...yeah. You won’t be pregnant.” Hitori clarified, her voice a little bit disappointed. “I-if it’s any consolation, if you did get pregnant from me, I-I would take full responsibility…”
“That's sweet of you Hitori-chan, thank you…but why do you sound so disappointed?” Kita asked, focusing on the downcast tone of her favorite person. She pushed a strand of hair behind Hitori’s ear.
Hitori contemplated on whether she should tell her, it’s so far off in the future and they still had school, the band and most of their youth ahead of them. She wasn’t even sure if they could keep their relationship that far in the future so it seemed so odd to be thinking about it at all. But Hitori decided to just be truthful, she had revealed so much of herself to her already, what’s another weird thing or two. One of the things she learned today was that Kita will never judge her.
“W-well, if you wanted to have children someday, and for some reason we were still together...we still can’t do it…”
Kita stared, head tilting adorably as she absorbed the information. Hitori sincerely hoped hearing this doesn’t scare her. Normally this was the kind of thing that drove partners away. Because hell, it was a future with commitments and other scary things. Kids were a nightmare too, she already had the taste of it with Futari. But didn't most women want that kind of life? To be married, to have kids, to be a contributing member of society—with the nature of their relationship, Hitori would never be able to give any of that. They'd be the anomaly that people would not want to deal with, doomed to isolation. As the spiral of negativity started to pull her in, the unexpected giggling sound coming out of Kita was the least of her expectations. Why was she laughing? Had she gone insane?
“Hitori-chan, I…” She stifled in another fit of laughter. “I was kind of prepared for that already. I've always liked girls. And I just happened to really like you. Girls can’t have babies on their own…not yet anyway. And this was even before I found out about your condition. I'm totally okay with it!”
Hitori couldn’t help but feel her heart swell. Kita thought about it too, a future with her. The fear she felt over Kita rejecting her feels so stupid now. Kita had never been roundabout towards showing what she wanted, she was the only one who didn’t believe it. All the pain and anguish she went through could have been avoided if she just believed in Kita’s words. In her actions.
“And besides, if we’re talking about babies,” Kita playfully pinched both sides of Hitori’s cheeks, “I have a big one already as it is.”