Hide in her closet.

You slip into Hana's room just as the sound of running water dies.

She has a large walk in closet – you dash to it, your pussy getting so wet that dribbles of clear fluid run down your thighs.

You wrap yourself in the darkness of the tight space – shoes and junk overturned by your feet. You lose yourself in the scent of Hana's hanging clothes. You can't help yourself. Your hands drift down to your soaking pussy and you give in.

"It's good to give in..." it feels so right to say these words.

Your slippery fingers dip in and out of you.

"Give in..." you whisper. It's a mantra now. Just thinking it arouses you, but saying it aloud... it's almost as good as sex.

Your ministrations barely scratch the sexual itch in your crotch.

Distantly, so far away from your senses, you notice someone has entered Hana's room. The figure's opening her drawers... probably to put some underwear on.

You hear the sounds of dressing as you fuck yourself. It's hard to keep yourself from moaning, but the fear of getting caught excites you... no, you want to get caught. You want to catch Hana in her panties.

That's exactly what happens. Hana slides open the closet door, light floods the space, illuminating your sweaty body intermingling with Hana's clothing.

Hana is an impish woman with medium-length brown hair and pouting breasts – they're not as big as you'd like, but they're more than enough for your hands.

You smile.

Hana stumbles back, shrieking in surprise.

In a lusty haze, you don't waste the opportunity and pounce, throwing the already off balance girl to the ground.

She's in a pair of black bra and panties... Kami she's so sexy.

"Naomi! What are you–"

You crawl up her body, ignoring her cries of protest and smile, cupping the shocked girl's face and kissing her hard. Your hands settle on her breasts. You fondle them through the lacy material, making clumsy circular motions with your hands – you've only done this to yourself before.

You break the kiss and slide your knee in between Hana's freshly-bathed thighs... they're smooth and give you easy access to her cunt. You apply a little pressure, causing the girl to arch her back in surprise.

"Naomi!" she moans, a little breathless, "What are you doing?"

"Making you mine..." you purr into her ear, licking it, "Hana-chan,"

You can feel Hana's nipples harden through her bra. You press your own chest into her, moaning.

"St-stop! Why are you doing this? I don't understand..." she's struggling now, the shock gone. She's too weak to push you off though.

"Tell me how this feels, Hana-chan," you move your head down her neck and kiss it tenderly.

The girl stiffens in response, but doesn't say anything. You kiss her neck again. One of your hands abandons her breast and massages her knee.

Your lips flow down to her collar bone as your hand – pungent from days of sex and it's own recent journey into the junction of your thighs – dances around her thigh.

Your whole body must stink like sex, because Hana can't even push her head down to keep you from necking her – her head is back on the carpet, exposing raw soap-smelling flesh.

"You smell too clean," you move forward, pushing her thighs apart and kissing right at the center of her neck, "C'mon, stop resisting, tell me you wish you smelled as naughty as me..."

Turning her head away in defiance, Hana ignores you.

Your other hand grabs her head in turn and yanks it back towards your face. Hana's eyes are puffy and red. Is she crying?

Crying is good, a voice tells you, Remember? You cried. You were crying before. But now you're happy. She is crying because she's learning to accept. Show her everything's alright.

"Everything will be alright, Hana-chan," you kiss her forcefully, inserting your tongue into her.

Hana's tongue lurches back, but there's no room for it to go. You play with it, arousing a hum from your lover's throat.

Your strong grip forces Hana's head to stay in place as you **** her mouth, twisting your face more into hers and delving yourself into her mouth with everything you have. She tastes a little salty, but you know that will change... soon she'll taste as good as you do.

Hana's body starts to respond more positively to you – your coaxing hand relaxes Hana's thighs and your strong tongue tames Hana's. The contact of your sloppy pussy on Hana's hips starts to leave sexy trails of juice all along your friend's body, making her sticky and sweet-smelling.

You take a moment to finger yourself, drawing a web of fluid between your fingers, and spread it all over the girl's upper thigh and pelvis. You play with the material of her panties.

You break the kiss to talk to her again, "You're getting hot, aren't you Hana-chan? Don't you want this?"

The questions are rhetorical though, you're already kissing her again. Hana's already stopped crying, she can't resist her body's reactions. She's opening up.

She's giving in.

"That's it," you moan in between kisses, "Give in, Hana-chan, give in... it feels so good to give in..." you're satisfied with Hana's face – her lips are probably bruised and swelling by now anyway.

You dip back down to her breasts and find both of Hana's nipples are erect. They easily protrude through the lace.

"Are you ready, Hana? Could you lift your back a little so I can get your bra off?"

Both of your hands painfully withdraw themselves from her body and dive to her back, which has lifted up unnoticeably. With expertise, you unhook the bra and slide it off her, your hands returning to their attentions.

"Thanks Hana-chan," you begin kissing around her breasts, your free hand massaging one.

"Why?" she moans between kisses, "Why?"

"Why, what? Why am I doing this?" you lick her nipples, alternating, "Because you're so sexy, Hana-chan," lick, "You're perfect..." lick, lick, "Why are you giving in?" lick, "Because you know you want to," lick, "–because everything feels so good," lick, slurp, nibble, "Because you're so horny..." slurp, lick, "Because you want to submit..." nibble, lick, lick, lick, "Because you're giving in," lick, lick, slurp, "Because you've already given in,"

You suck on her breasts, twirling your tongue around each nipple, whispering, "Because you're ready, because you want to obey..."

Hana is entranced, moans freely leave her throat. She's nodding along with your suggestions, her hips bucking with the rhythm of your tongue and hands. She doesn't even feel it when your hands and kisses trail down her stomach...

"You're ready, aren't you? You're ready to give in, Hana-chan?" you slip two fingers in your sex again drawing more viscous juice, but instead this time, you raise it up to her lips.

"I'm ready..." she moans throatily moving her head up to capture your fingers – her hands massage her throbbing breasts, "I want to..." yours fingers are in her mouth – she inhales the tangy fluid.

Smiling, you languidly pull your fingers out of her mouth and slide them down her side and down to her panty-clothed sex. You're kissing her stomach, playing with her bellybutton and sniffing the smell of your juices on her; the smell of soap and innocence evaporated.

Your fingers dive in.

She's only a little hairy, this surprises you, since you hadn't expected her to be shaving...

"Is my little Hana-chan a pervert?"

"Oh..." her legs melt as you guide them apart with your free hand.

Your fingers find her wetness easily (the back of your hand is now damp from the juices that stick to her panties), your fingers are again soaked in feminine wetness. She's really sweaty. She's really warm. She's really ready.

Two fingers dip into her sex. Hana's breathing changes, she starts heaving, breathless moans of your name are coming out of her mouth.

"Naomi... Naomi... ohh..."

She's ready. She really is. You can't wait any longer. You're so hot. She's so hot. But her legs are wide apart now and won't budge. You can't get her panties off. You'll need to resort to drastic measures...

"Sorry about your panties," you say as your strong fingers tear one of the straps, "But you're so ready, Hana-chan,"

"I'm ready..." she moans.

Because of the height difference, you have to pull Hana up into a sitting position. It strains your aching muscles, but you manage to support the lithe girl.

Your chests press together, your lips lock with Hana's – the one who'd ignited the kiss. She's hungry, and her tongue is just as fierce as yours had been. It almost feels like she's taking the lead now.

Thankfully, Hana is finally nude now. You can feel the accumulated heat of your two sexes about your junctions.

It's time, a voice says within you.

Without any will of your own, your sex slides up to meet Hana's. With no warning, you rub yours against hers.

The friction is intense, Hana's kiss is broken as she moans your name again.

You begin a strong rhythm, thrusting upwards like you had a penis, somehow your sexes perfectly intersecting – the hoods of your clits scraping against each other, the meat of your pussies gliding past each other. Your juices mingle. You can no longer tell the difference between yours and Hana's body – you're both so hot, the heat is palpable. It's almost like you're both of the same body.

You buck against each other, occasionally Hana offering a thrust, but it doesn't last. Yours and Hana's cries grow stronger and your pace increases, you can't hold it in anymore. You feel a strong sensation in your pussy – like you're going to cum and pee at the same time – it's incredible.

"I-I'm cumming!"

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

Hana's lips, wide and inviting, are aligned with yours just as you cum – a burst of fluid explodes from your body, ejaculation shooting up into Hana's pussy. After the initial burst, four more ropes of cum squirt from your pussy, each release prolonging your orgasm. Hana's own orgasm is heightened by the feeling of hot spunk flying up the walls of her sex.

When you finish spasming, Hana, already limp from her orgasm, falls backwards, yourself collapsing with her – blackness taking you both.