Try to get into the house another way

"I...may have an idea." Futaba said, and Akira raised his eyebrows. "I think I left a window open when I rushed over here. Maybe we can try to get in that way?"

"Are you sure?" Akira asked, the hesitation evident in his voice. "Sojiro might already be back there, and could see us."

"That's a risk we have to take." Futaba said. She was nervous, of course, but it seemed better than waiting until morning. "Well?" Akira stood for a bit, considering it.

"Alright, let's go." he said, and Futaba nodded.

Once Akira put a new shirt on, they snuck out of LeBlanc, Akira locking the door behind them. They quickly rushed to the house, Futaba holding the shirt down as much as possible the entire way. At one point, a sudden breeze lifted the shirt, flashing her ass to Akira and sending air against Futaba's slightly wet pussy. She shivered from the chill combined with the arousal she wanted to ignore. It didn't take long to make it, and they walked around the house until the found the window...which was fairly high up.

"Maybe we should've brought a ladder." Futaba said. She sighed. "although, I don't think LeBlanc has one tall enough. Oh well, we should try to get this over with as fast as possible."

"So what do you want to do?" Akira asked. Futaba stared at the window, then at Akira. She suddenly had an idea, one that made her blush.

"L-lift me." she said.

"Huh?"

"Let me...climb you." she said. "Here." She walked behind him. "Bend over, like a piggyback."

"Are...you sure about this?" he asked, his own face turning red. Futaba nodded, trying not to let her hesitation get to her. He knelt down, and she climbed into his back. She heard him gasp as her pussy rubbed against his back. Thankfully, he wasn't feeling it directly. She readied herself, and climbed up until she was resting on his shoulders. Unfortunately, now he could feel her pussy against his neck. It was still wet, which made it infirely worse.

"P-please try to ignore it." she uttered.

"S-sorry." he said.

"Just...get closer." she instructed, and he took a wobbly step forward, then another, and another, until they were up against the window. Futaba reached for it, but it was still a little too high up. She needed more height. She thought it over for a minute, feeling Akira shaking underneath her. It probably wasn't even because of her weight, as she was fairly light. No, it was probably because of the wetness rubbing all over the back of his neck. She finally got another idea.

"Y-you need to lift me higher." she said.

"H-how?" he asked. She gulped.

"Y-you have to lift me by my...my...a-ass..." she mumbled. Akira made some sputtering noises.

"Y-you sure?" he asked.

"Just do it!" she snapped, wanting to get it over with as fast as possible. They should've just tried to go back and find a ladder. Akira slowly raised his hands up, and placed them on her ass.

As soon as he made contact, she gasped as her face suddenly felt very hot. His hands were warm as they pressed against her cheeks. She didn't have a "big" ass, so they didn't necessarily sink into them, but they were pressed pretty hard into them. She felt a squeeze, which caused her to jump.

"H-hey!" she yelled.

"Sorry! It was an accident!" he said quickly.

"Just...lift me!" she said. He nodded, and he started lifting, only making his hands press harder against her cheeks as she was slowly raised up. Then, she had yet another idea. "I'm gonna try to stand on your shoulders, can you handle that?"

"I...I think." he said. He raised her up high enough for her to grab onto the bottom of the window, giving her leverage to pull herself up. She carefully stepped up into his shoulders, finally level with the window.

"Yes!" she said.

"I-is it eno-" Akira started, then stopped suddenly. She looked down to see what the problem was, and saw him looking upwards at her, his face as red as hers. It took her a moment to realize that by standing on his shoulders, she was giving him a perfect view of her pussy.

"AHHHH!" she yelled, and the shock cause her to lose her balance, then causing Akira to lose his own, and they both tumbled to the ground in a heap. Futaba felt her breath escape her as she landed. Thankfully, she landed in a sitting position, saving her from any major damage.

She breath a sigh of relief before she suddenly felt a strange sensation down below, mixed with a muffled noise. She nervously looked down to see Akira's face.

Well, at least his eyes and nose, for his mouth was directly underneath her pussy. Her face paled, and Akira tried to speak again, which sent a sort of vibration through her pussy, making her moan loudly.

"A-A-Akira!" she exclaimed, breathing heavily. "D-don't speak!" Akira stopped, his eyes wide. Futaba shook as she felt intense arousal shoot through her entire body.

"Hey!"

A familiar voice caused both of them to freeze.

"Who's out there?!" It was Sojiro, who had likely heard her scream and their tumbling to the ground. He was outside and making his way around the house towards them. Panic joined the mix of emotions within the two as Sojiro came closer and closer.