YAF !nmVOHsTRd. 2008/06/02 (Mon) 23:46 No. 9838 ▼
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To further my study of the Black Arts, I sacrificed my time to build a Renko folder of my own. To become her fan as well. Doing this, I thought I'd be able to write more efficiently... But I was wrong.
No wonder my updates are so slow.
Anyways, here is the wall, the wall that I built, steadily growing a structure that will stand the test of time.
in b4 I fuck the mood up with stupid typos and other shit. It's 2AM, and I got only 2 hours of sleep yesterday.
[x] Stop Mary. "Hang on, let her decide. Who will it be, Renko?"
And you... Can't simply stand here and watch. You may have told Mary to do it, but... The resolve to touch that smooth skin still lingers in your mind.
That back. That back. That back.
"Mary, wait a moment."
She turns around. Renko directs her gaze at you as well.
"What is it? Second thoughts?"
Uh, this is kinda troublesome. You want to put that lotion on Renko's back. Hell, even without lotion, you'd still want to touch it all over! Your resolve is glowing! The back of yours is burning red! They will see, you'll fight until eternity! Nothing shall stand before your determination! Before your strength! Your power! Your lust! Your youth! Your spirit!
Politely bowing your head, you voice your wish.
"I WANT TO PUT THAT LOTION ON RENKO'S BACK! So, who it will be, Ren?"
"Uweh?" an incomprehensible squeal from Renko.
"Huh." a sigh from Mary.
There you go. You've said it. Now, there is nothing to lose. You've said it all. Fuck. Now all that's left to do is wait.
Wait. Wait. Wait for their response. What to expect? What is it you fear? A smack on your head? Renko's escape?
"Okay, I get it." Mary speaks up "You want to do it, right? You should've said that in the very beggining, especially if you're THAT eager to do it." she sighs again "It's not like you'd mind, right, Ren?"
"W-Wha?" Renko stutters "I... uh, I..."
"Oh damn it."
Mary bends over Renko and whispers something into her ear. The latter jumps up slightly in suprise.
"W-What are you talking about?!"
"Really. So, if you hesitate..."
"Alright" Mary pouts "I won't say anything more. So, will you let him?"
Renko glances at you. Then returns her gaze at Mary.
"There you go."
Mary passes the bottle to you and returns to her chair, slapping her hand on your stomach on her way there. Oh right, she had that lotion on her hand already. Damn, not a smooth move. Not cool, brah. Not cool.
Well, at least she seems to understand your resolve. Still, you feel kinda obliged, you'll have to repay her for this hassle later.
And now, as for the main event...
You take a deep breath and turn to where Renko is laying. She's staring at your with slight uncerainty, her lips slightly open, waiting for your move. Your legs almost automatically guide you up to her, kneeling beside the deckchair.
"Ren, can I..."
She nods slightly. That's all you need. Standing up, you open the bottle and squeeze some lotion on your hand. But before you put it on Renko's back... You use your other hand and slide your fingers along her spine, from her neck, all the way down to her butt. Why did you do this again? Hell, you have no idea. But the fact that she arched back a little under your touch almost made you burst with euphoria. What is this feeling? Is this a joy of conquering something new and normally inaccessible?
"What are you doing..."
Renko asks in weak voice. Oh right, you've lost it yet again.
"Sorry, I'm going to put it on now."
You put the other hand, the one with the lotion on Renko's back.
"Ssss..." she hisses "It's cold."
You can't help but feel like you're being observed. Brrr, unpleasant feeling. Shaking it off, you answer Renko
"Of course it's cold. Now don't wriggle around."
You begin to smear the lotion all over her back and sides. Damn, even though the direct contact with her skin is minimazed, you can still hear a choir of enthusiastic cheers sounding inside your own head. Who could've thought that doing this to Renko would be so... enjoyable?
Alright, time to get serious. Standing astride her body, you bend down and start massaging the lotion into her shoulders. She purrs quietly as you do that, her arms moving slightly with your every stroke. Looks like she's enjoying it as well. Then, you slide your hands down her body, along the sides of her ribcage, your fingers catching a glimpse of the soft flesh on it's frontal side. Then again. And again. Renko, totally giving in to this little massage, moves along with your slide, making those cute purring noises.
Lower? Does she mean... Ah, right. There are blank spots on the lower part of her back and her legs are still untouched. Alright, let's get on with it. Putting another portion of lotion on your hand, you smear it on her lower back and thighs. Damn, as much as you'd like to stroke her ass cheeks, you know that doing it would result in an instant kick to the guts, followed by a quick escape by the guilty. Wait, wouldn't that situation make you the guilty one?
Oh, well. As long as she doesn't ask herself, you're not... going... to... touch... them...
Getting lower and lower with the work, you reach her foot, which, after lotioning them, you playfully tickle. Well, might as well play around a little.
"Hehey, stop that!" Renko waves her leg, giving you a nice view of what she's hiding in between them. "Say... You're finished?"
What is it, she's disappointed? Okay, why not give her a little push...
"If you want, I can give you a second round."
She turns her head to you, with a wide smile on her face.
"Can you? Uh--" she turns away again "I mean, please, if you could."
"As you wish, princess."
So you give her a second round of this marathon of direct skin contact. This time beggining from the legs, and getting higher and higher, finally repeating the massage you gave her shoulders earlier.
"Hey, stop squirming around, I can't grab a hold..."
"I--- I can help it!" she moans "I-it feels so good!"
"Come on, don't move..."
Oh ho. Classic situation, now isn't it? Crap, if someone recorded your conversation right now, who knows what future listeners would think you were doing... Really, Ren. Now that you got into the mood, you're getting too loud...
"Mmmm, yes! There!"
"Stop wriggling around!"
The crazy dance continues for a while, then your fingers grow weary. Ren groans in disappointment as you retract your hands.
"Aww, done already? I wanted more..."
"My fingers are sore."
No, but really. You're not a professional massager, and all this intensive work made them go almost numb.
Still, you haven't had enough. But is there left for you to do? Hmmm...