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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      鉄風_|_Teppuu_(Manga)
  Relationship:
      Ishidou_Natsuo/Mawatari_Yuzuko
  Character:
      Ishidou_Natsuo, Mawatari_Yuzuko
  Additional Tags:
      Plot_What_Plot/Porn_Without_Plot, Sexual_Inexperience, Hate_Sex, (well
      one-sided_hate_anyway)
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-06-09 Words: 1603
****** Pretense ******
by curlydots
Summary
     Of course they're friends. Why wouldn't they be friends?
Yuzuko knew she could be forgetful, absentminded, even dumb, as her teachers
always said, but there were a couple things that she thought she knew. She knew
how to throw her weight in grapple so a heavier opponent lost their balance.
She knew the names of the people at her school that might be good editions to
the MMA club (it was a short list). And, because Mario had told her to when she
was a kid, and Yuzuko thought it was a good idea, she knew she'd clipped her
keys to the inside of her gym bag before heading to school that morning.
So, when they weren't there when Yuzuko went to change after practice, she knew
something was probably up. Ringo watched her search her bag, asking her if
something was wrong, but Yuzuko said she was fine. She just needed to find her
keys. Ringi should go on without her.
Which lead to her on her hands and knees in the locker room, trying to find
where her keys had gotten to when the door swung open again.
“Would you look at that!" a familiar voice says. "It's Mawatari Yuzuko-san!
What are you doing here so late Mawatari Yuzuko-san?”
“Natsuo-chan?” Yuzuko asks, lifting her head to look at from behind a bench.
Natsuo was leaning against the locker room door, her hands behind her back and
a tight smile on her lips like she was trying not to laugh. It was an
expression she saw a lot on Natsuo’s face. “I lost my keys."
"Oh, really?" Natsuo says. She doesn't sound surprised.
Yuzuko smiles."Yup. Can you help me find them?”
“Of course, Mawatari-san. What are friends for?” She drops her bag down onto
the floor and makes a show of looking around the locker room for a few seconds
before sitting down on one of the bench. Yuzuko looks at her for a few seconds
before going back to searching. She searches alone in silence for a little
while before Natsuo suddenly gets up.
“Oh wait...” Natsuo says, crossing the room. She reaches down into her bag and
pulls out keys. Yuzuko’s keys. “Ohhhh, that's right! I broke into your locker
earlier and stole these didn't I? How silly of me to forget!”
Yuzuko grins. “Yeah, that was pretty silly of you!” And then Natsuo was smiling
too. She reaches out to take back her keys but Natsuo jerks back, stretching
her arm over her head and out of Yuzuko's reach.
Yuzuko knows she's not a genius, but she's smart enough to get the meaning
behind the glint in Natsuo’s eyes and the flash of teeth in her smile.
With a sudden lurch, Yuzuko throws herself against Natsuo, grabbing her around
the waist and tackling her. She moves fast but not so fast that Natsuo couldn't
throw her off if she wanted to. But she doesn't. She lets Yuzuko knock her
down, body limp, not trying to fight her.
For a second Yuzuko wonders if Natsuo hit her head on the way down and tries to
pull away but then Natsuo is grabbing the front of her uniform and yanking her
forward. Yuzuko catches herself but now she's propped up over Natsuo. She can
feel the other girl's breath fast against her face.
“You know Natsuo-chan, if you wanted to spend more time with me you could just
join the MMA club.”
Natsuo spreads her body out loose and relaxed. “Who said I want to spend more
time with you. Why would anyone want to spend more time with you?” And then she
grabs Yuzuko’s hip and pulls her down onto her lap.
Yuzuko can't help feeling happy at Natsuo's sudden attitude change, though she
can't say why. It's almost refreshing. Maybe that's it? “You don't want to be
with me more? I thought we've been having fun together! “
“You're a freak Mawatari, did you know that?” Natsuo asks. “Acting like you
find all of this fun. Like it's normal to punch people into being your friends.
Disgusting.”
“But Natsuo-chan, you hate me but your hand is up my skirt.” Sure enough
Natsuo’s hands had found their way up her thighs and are gripping her hips.
“Disgusting,” she says again, she sounds distracted trying to reach up her
skirt and tug her panties down. Yuzuko tried to straighten up, to give Natsuo
better access but Natsuo pulls her back down. Yuzuko can't help the little
laugh that slips out of her. She has a vague idea of what Natsuo is trying to
do, groping around blindly in her underwear, but it still makes her jump a
little when she feels Natsuo’s fingers gliding wetly over her.
“What are you getting so turned on for, huh?” She circles her fingers roughly
around, a little aimless but it still feels good. Yuzuko tries to stay focused
and reaches down to get her hands under Natsuo’s skirt too. She has no idea
what she’s doing, has hardly touched herself much less another person, but she
tries to copy what Natsuo’s doing with as much enthusiasm as she can.
Their positions are pretty awkward, with her in Natsuo’s lap, spreading her
legs while the two of them touch each other. Natsuo seems like she's exploring
as she touches her, trying to map her out from her clit to her ass. When Natsuo
didn’t seem to be enjoying herself as much as she was, Yuzuko quickly gives up
on having Natsuo's finesse. After all, she knew from experience that she'd
never learn if she just copied someone else's technique. Sure MMA and sex were
pretty different but the principle probably still applied, right? So instead of
copying Natsuo's graceful teasing she rubs her fingers down roughly, listening
as Natsuo grunts and swears.
“Harder, fuck Mawatari, come on hurt me.”
“You're really weird Natsuo-chan,” Yuzuko says. She leans into Natsuo and
kisses her lightly on the lips. Natsuo turns away and spits on the locker room
floor. She sure was strange. “Hold on.”
Yuzuko thrusts the tips of two of her fingers into Natsuo, watching her bite
her lip and shudder. Her fingers on Yuzuko were so light and teasing that she
was starting to feel a little neglected and with her free hand she grabs the
other girl’s wrist to silently encourage her to keep moving her fingers.
Eventually she keeps moving, and Yuzuko can’t help spreading her legs, wanting
more of Natsuo, but trying to focus on pleasing her at the same time.
“You're the worst, Mawatari,” Natsuo says quietly. Yuzuko thrusts again, and
Natuso moans and winces a little at the same time and she wonders how deep she
can get her fingers into her. Apparently she isn’t doing a good enough job
because Natsuo can still continue talking. “All happy and hard-working...like
you’re better than me.”
Yuzuko leans down and kisses her again and this time Natsuo kisses her back
until Yuzuko pulls away to breathe. “You're so beautiful,fuck.”
“Hehe, thanks. You’re pretty too.”
“Shut-shut the fuck up,” Natsuo says. Yuzuko feels her tighten up and her
fingers grow wet so she pulls them away.
“Oh, are you done already?”
Natsuo pulls her hand out of her panties and gives her a shove. Yuzuko wonders
if maybe they’re done but Natsuo gets a determined look on her face and pulls
her again, this time by the thighs, until Yuzuko is over her face.
“Sit down already.”
“On your face?”
“Yeah, yeah, come on.” Yuzuko follows where Natsuo’s hands guide her until she
feels the press of a tongue against her panties and she jumps with a small
“ohhh I get it”.
Natsuo grunts and licks a long line along her panties which makes Yuzuko
whimper a little. It’d probably feel better without her panties on, she thinks.
Unless maybe Natsuo doesn’t want to touch her like that. Or if she prefers just
teasing her. Which is kinda what it feels like, when Natsuo’s tongue is really
going all over the place.
But even if Natsuo’s never done this before it’s not like Yuzuko has either,
and she’s worked up enough that she comes when Natsuo moans with her lips on
her without needing any fancy tongue work.
It takes her a second to notice that she’s putting an awful lot of weight on
Natuso’s head and she pulls away, sitting down on the floor next to her. Natsuo
smacks her lips and then sits up to. She rearranges her skirt, looking like
she’s getting ready to leave.
“That was fun, Natsuo-chan,” Yuzuko says, swinging her feet back and forth.
Natsuo stops and looks over at her. “We should do that again.”
“Ha! Not likely, Mawatari,” she says. She gets up and grabs her bag. "Why would
anyone want to screw you more than once?"
"Dunno," Yuzuko says. "It was over pretty fast."
"Excuse me?"
Yuzuko smiles again. "You did finish really fast." Natsuo's eyes narrow for a
moment and then she smiles back. Yuzuko thinks she looks a little like a
character from a horror movie that she saw recently. Natsuo turns away to leave
and the locker room swings shut behind her.
“Aw,” Yuzuko says outloud. Her keys are laying next to her, abandoned by Natsuo
at some point during everything. “That’s too bad.”
 
                                       *
A week later Natuso corners her in the girls bathroom and yanks her shirt off.
"I'm not coming first this time," she says briefly, and Yuzuko laughs because
she really liked what they did last time but she thinks she likes fighting
Natsuo even more.
And this seems like a great way to multitask.
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