The girls make a break for Mitsuru's motorcycle- time of naked bikeride

(chapter originally by faith on writing.com)

Mitsuru was recovering from what was easily the best succession of orgasms of her life when the crying began. It took her a moment to clear her head (and the spots in from of her eyes) and locate the source. It turned out to be close by indeed. Minako was still pressed up against her, hugging her fiercely, her knee (and more intimate parts of her anatomy) still pressed up between Mitsuru's legs. The girl currently had her face buried between Mitsuru's substantial breasts, mumbling to herself.

"Minako?" Mitsuru asked, still dazed.

Minako raised her head, her face full of tears. "Senpai! I don't know what happened! It wasn't me! I couldn't stop! I'm sorry! I don't know what going on!!!"

The apologies fell from her as freely as her tears, forming a garbled litany of pleas for forgiveness. The whole display was too much to take.

"Minako." Mitsuru said, her typical air of authority reasserting itself for the moment. Her classmate sucked in a breath and fell silent.

"I know it wasn't you." Mitsuru said softly. "You don't need to be sorry."

Minako let out something between a wail and a sigh of relief, again burying her face in her recent lover's breasts and sibbing softly to herself. Her embrace became all the tighter, but Mitsuru was not yet ready to disengage from the comforting hug.

"That was...the most humiliating...." Minako lamented again.

"Shush." Mitsuru said, cupping her chin and raising her face to eye level. "We'll deal with it."

To their mutual shock, the two shared a kiss. They were never sure afterward who initiated it, but their lips parted almost instantly. The gesture seemed so natural after what the pair had just been through that it took a moment for their bodies to register the bizarre circumstances under which they had fallen into each other's arms. The stunned silence lasted only a moment before the pair shared a slower, more hesitant kiss. In that moment the pair decided, long before either would articulate it in words, that something very good and precious had been discovered amongst the utter ruin the rest of the night had been, and that this precious thing would not be discarded so readily, circumstances be damned.

If Mitsuru needed any reassurance that her Minako was back, the kiss provided ample proof. This was not the kiss of the deviant, aggressive creature that had systematically stripped the upper classman of her will and clothes. This embrace was soft, uncertain, timid, but tender and giving for all of that. Without even a flicker of resentment or resistance, Minako allowed Mitsuru to do what she was accustomed to do with her lovers- take control. She established the rhythm and the pace, and if she felt a momentary pang for the assured relentlessness of the Minako she had faced mere moments before, she found the somewhat innocent yet sweet mouth of the real Minako to be...quite pleasant all by itself. Given that the few lovers she had had until that time had all been men (biologically, anyway), this latest revelation both mystified and pleased the student council president.

A laugh brought the pair back to reality. "Look at em, boyos. Already at it again!"

"Oh god." Minako squeeled. "They watched us the whole time."

"Can you run?" Mitsuru asked.

"Uhh...I think so? My legs feel a little whobbly, but..." Minako replied.

"Good." Mitsuru said, gently pushing Minako off her own naked form. "Gentlemen! Did you like what you saw?"

A loud chorus answered her question.

"Would you like to see more?"

Another chorus.

"Then can I direct your attention to those doors at the end of the alleyway?" Mitsuru asked.

As one the mob turned. Mitsuru made a frantic gesture to Minako, who shook her head in disbelief as the pair fled down the other side of the alley. The front of the theater lay before them, a cop car parked out in the open. Mitsuru's bike was parked across the street.

"Oh no." Mitsuru whispered.

"Let's sneak across the street!"

"My keys are with my clothes!"

Minako smirked, and slipped from the alley despite Mitsuru's protests. The buxom woman attempted to follow, but found a car hurrying down the street and yelped in response, her hands quickly attempting to cover what they could of her endowments. Her cry in turn drew the attention of the cop inside the theater.

"Officer! I can assure you that-" Mitsuru began as the cop approached.

"Hands in the air!" The cop exclaimed.

Mitsuru blushed profusely, pulling her hands obediently away from her naked body and leaving herself exposed to the cop's lecherous gaze.

"Up against the wall!" the cop exclaimed.

"This is all a misunderstanding!" She said as she obeyed.

"Save it." The cop snapped. To Mitsuru's outrage, the cop proceeded to give her a complete pat down as if it were possible to conceal a weapon in her current state. The breasts, apparently, were an especially likely hiding place.

"I can have your badge for this!" She hissed.

"Your word against mine, honey bunch. Now, where's your friend."

Suddenly, a motorcycle whirred in the distance, barreling down on them both. The cop gaped in shock, providing all the distraction Mitsuru needed to smashed him across the face. The man was **** before he could hit the ground.

Mitsuru stared at her classmate, riding proudly atop her beloved bike.

"How?" She asked.

"Hot wired. Duh."

"....HOW?"

"Uhh...Akihiko was bored, and I didn't feel like running a marathon that day. He's been teaching me useful skills." Minako said.

"....I'll have to thank him for that. After I reprimand him, of course. Move over." Mitsuru said.

Minako gave a small pout but relinquished the driver's seat without protest.

"So...where are we headed, Senpai? We...won't make it very far on a bike...like this." Minako observed.

"I don't relish returning the dorms dressed like this either." Mitsuru said softly. "Assuming we have a choice in the matter."

Minako gulped. "Y-yeah. So where are we going?"