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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/F
  Fandom:
      Haikyuu!!
  Relationship:
      Shimizu_Kiyoko/Yachi_Hitoka
  Character:
      Shimizu_Kiyoko, Yachi_Hitoka
  Additional Tags:
      leg_fetish, Crossdressing_Kink, Masturbation, Unrequited_Crush--for_now,
      Kink_Exploration, Friends_to_Lovers
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-08-12 Updated: 2016-08-30 Chapters: 3/? Words: 8036
****** Wandering Feet ******
by personafreak
Summary
     Yachi's gotten into crossdressing lately, and Kiyoko's trying to
     stifle her leg fetish.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
***** Prince *****
"I don't think you need an unwavering will or lofty motive just to get started.
Sometimes things that you start on a whim end up becoming very important to
you, too. To get started, I think you just need a little bit of curiosity."
This. This was very much something that'd started off as a whim, something that
was initially intriguing and now was all Yachi could think about.
Yachi's body trembled, her small fingers curling in the blouse of her school
uniform. It'd taken her a couple weeks of begging her friends at the drama
club, but she'd gotten her hands on the Prince's costume from last year's
culture festival, when they performed Snow White.
She slowly reached forward and touched one of the puffy sleeves, an
invigorating shiver leaving her. Even flat on her bed, the ensemble seemed a
promising size, but she'd yet to try it on. Knowing her mother wouldn't be back
until late, as per usual, she hurriedly stripped out of her uniform and let it
scatter all over her floor... then, after some more thought, she picked up each
piece and hung it up so it wouldn't get wrinkly. Now for the transformation!
The silk glided up her arm as she pulled on each sleeve, the big button
fastening in the front, the narrowness of her shoulders hidden by the puffs.
The tights underneath were looser than she'd planned, but with the princely
sash fastened over her waist, accompanied by the fake plastic sword, she was
excitedly showing herself off in front of the mirror. She stood proudly, hands
on her hips, before taking notice of the stars in her hair, comically reaching
for them and tossing them to the bed, letting her straight, fluffy hair fall
down to its original shape.
The blue material fit her small body well, the gold trim outlining, the royal
red sash fitting across her torso. She was flat enough to make it work, and her
hair could've been considered short enough. Alright, she was lying to herself-
she looked exactly like Hitoka Yachi cosplaying as a prince. Her face was too
round, her features too markedly delicate, like a girl's. Her figure was a
touch shapely, though her breasts were small. The only redeeming point was her
legs, which were small but without the surplus thickness to render them
womanly. The nervous girl's brown eyes darted up and down her reflection, and
despite giving herself a hard time about this, she felt excited. It was akin to
the feeling of witnessing Hinata and Kageyama's freak special attack. Like when
the former had challenged her to stand up to her mom, and the power it left her
with afterward.
Looking back on it, there was always one memory that always stood out to her.
It was her tenth Halloween, and while Japanese didn't really take their kids
trick-or-treating, her elementary school's class held a party where they'd all
dress up and show off their costumes. After being obsessed with the Disney
movie Peter Panfor months on end, Hitoka had begged her mother to let her go as
the Neverland inhabiting hero. Yachi even pinned up her shoulder length, blond
hair and put it in a bun to hide underneath the elvish hat. Like the Prince
costume she wore now, the Peter Pan one hadn't exactly been masculine, but the
character who occupied it very much was. Yachi was determined to present
herself at the party with her hands on her hips, proudly proclaiming that she
was the first Lost Boy, but she turned skittish during the car ride there.
Paranoid she'd be ridiculed and laughed at, she was surprised to find all
around acceptance and wonder from her fellow classmates.
"That's so cool, Yacchan~"
"You look just like a boy!"
Yachi remembered the pride, exhilaration, and how comfortable she felt in her
own skin - - much more comfortable than the cute clothes her mother always
picked out for her. A boy. What if she'd been born a boy? As she matured and
fell into the role naturally predisposed upon her, she found no qualms growing
up a girl. She was never dissatisfied with it, or felt like she wasn't being
true to herself. Even now, she didn't feel like she really wanted to be a man.
But the thought of wearing men's clothes and pretending to be a boy...? Well,
it was as pleasurable as it'd been all those years ago.
She drew her plastic sword, slowly pointing it toward the mirror. "Milady~
Ahem. Milady." She lower her tone beyond an alto, and even going that far her
voice was a bit raspy. Clearing her throat once more, she sighed, resigning to
speak normally. "It is the East - - and Juliet is the sun... ack, wait - -
wrong play." She sheathed her toy sword and swooped down to one knee, loosing
balance and rocking back and forth with her arms flailing, before she found her
composure, posing as ridiculously prince-like as was possible. "Marry me,
princess. Better yet, I'll take you away from here, and we can elope. We'll
spend many happy nights kissing and... and doing other stuff." Even fake
flirting like this to a mirror image of herself had her flushed, thinking of
exactly who she wanted to sweep away with romantic gestures and princely
clothes.
After discovering her deeply lit attraction to Kiyoko Shimizu, the urge to
crossdress kind of made sense. Or did it? Did you have to like a girl to want
to dress like a boy? No, Yachi couldn't really blame it on that. She liked to
think, though, if she looked more like a boy, that the volleyball team's
manager would take her confession seriously (not that she ever had the capacity
to confess). As cool and sexy as Kiyoko was, the thought of her embarrassed and
flustered thrilled Yachi, who was always like that, to no end. She was thinking
of Kiyoko now, in a pretty, fluffy white dress, being devoured by a more sturdy
version of Yachi herself. Yachi walked over to her bed and landed face first in
the uniform, breathing a sigh through her nose. "They'll kill me if it gets
stained... it won't smell weird, will it?" She mumbled into her pillow, slowly
loosening the golden sash, the material falling off her hips and giving her
hand plenty of room to sneak beneath her panties, where her finger roamed in
the dripping, warm slit of her nethers, her small hand cupping herself as she
worked her finger in quick, soft swirls around her clit. Her finger swept up
the slippery wetness from around her unused hole, bringing it back up to
decrease the friction, an easy, quiet moan spilling out. Her hair mussed around
in the pillow and her free hand held it to her face, puffing in the lowered
oxygen content she'd created for herself.
"Ki-Kiyoko... huff... soo cute... n' pretty - - ahh..." With closed eyes, Yachi
imagined the ravenette underneath her, being stripped and explored and every
part of her worshiped.What would Yachi do to Kiyoko, if she could? ... Well,
she'd kiss her, like she'd always wanted to. Yachi'd never kissed before, but
she was sure Kiyoko's lips were soft, and that the inside of her mouth was warm
and wanting. Her skin would be warm too, and soft, and Yachi could run her
hands over it all day until she memorized each curve and slope. She'd tease
Kiyoko's hair back, slide off her sexy glasses off the bridge of her pretty
nose, if Kiyoko grew too embarrassed to keep her sight. But Yachi would want
her to see, and so she'd probably slip those glasses back on and get right back
to it. The rest of the thoughts were foggy, and got Yachi so flustered she knew
she wouldn't last long. Fondling Kiyoko's breasts, teasing the older girl
through her underwear, whispering naughty things into her ear... would Kiyoko
let her?
Even in that moment, it felt like Yachi was a boy jerking off to the thought of
his crush; shereveled in it. It was the first time Hitoka had ever wanted
something so badly. Sputtering on a grunt, the teen convulsed and felt the
warmth of climax flush over her small body, where her clit grew too sensitive
for touch. The blond knew herself well, avoiding the center of the twitching,
overly sensitive bud, slowly encircling it to cool herself off, lifting her
face from the pillow for a proper breath. She felt so incredibly empty without
her hand there to cushion her orgasm, so she waited in the dull silence,
punctuated by her little breaths, until she had enough brain power to stand and
void in the bathroom.
Was this wrong? In the past, she'd had mini crushes on guys in her class, and
Kiyoko wasn't the first girl she thought sexy. Her mother had always been very
tolerant of the many different kinds of people she'd come into contact with
through work. She'd also been taught that masturbation was a perfectly healthy
form of sexual expression, and that as long as she timed it well, kept it
private, and didn't let it consume her life, it was fine. Still, it was a
little dodgy to her whether or not she should be using her friend as wank
material.
Now that she'd actually done it in a costume that wasn't hers, she couldn't
bring herself to look in the mirror anymore, or at least take a picture for
keepsake. If she did either of those things, she was afraid it'd just make her
hot and bothered again. Instead, she disrobed and changed into comfortable
pajamas, carefully washing the uniform to bring back on the next school day.
She felt like her face was still warm all throughout that night.
===============================================================================
The more reserved of the two assistants was sitting on the edge of her bed,
loosening the standard issue ribbon from her blouse with thin, dexterous
fingers. Every movement of hers was graceful, refined; like the princess Yachi
had always pinned her as. However, when the object of Kiyoko's desire came to
the forefront of her mind, even a girl like her had a hard time knowing what to
do with her hands. Her fingers stuttered and resolved to unceremoniously plop
on her lap, her eyes secretly roaming over to the package to the right of her.
There hadn't been practice today, and she had the time to put off studying for
a few minutes. Or hours.
She reached underneath her skirt and lifted her hips, pulling down the black
tights she always reserved for school. The third year watched her thighs as
each millimeter of silk deliciously peeled off, clinging a little tighter to
her skin what with the light perspiration from the walk home. This daily
routine was always sacred to her, and she treated the revelation of her long,
shapely legs with care. Time seemed to slow, and her heart pounded vigorously.
Kiyoko was very much in love with her own legs, and oddly enough had never
found a pair that she liked more. At her school, the boys' legs were too thin
and gangly, the mens' were either too muscled or fat. Though she'd never before
treated anyone with contempt or thought herself above others, she found a
small, narcissistic pleasure when none of the other girls her age had legs like
her own.
It was definitely weird to love the shape of your legs and care so much about
tights. It always felt like a naughty secret when her legs were bare, which was
why she always wore tights to school, or long pants when she had to
concentrate. The sight of her naked legs always got a rise out of her; but
lately, she'd found something even more scandalous than regularly naked legs.
To the right of her sat a pair of hosiery, an expensive French brand she'd
bought with her New Years' money she'd been gifted. Normally she'd take her
black tights and school uniform off to change into something else before she
could get carried away, but today she deliberately chose to put herself in this
situation. Her fingers plucked the package and brought it onto her lap,
excitedly opening it and using extreme caution with the fine, seamless
material. "... 15 denier really is the best," she sighed happily, bringing the
dark material up to her smooth cheek, inhaling the scent of new nylon, before
she went to work carefully bunching it up, crossing one fine leg over the other
to smooth it over her foot.
Her fingers slowly worked the lush, satin sheer finish over the subtle, long
curve of her calf, resting at her knees before she smoothed the hold ups all
the way up her thigh. If she wore her skirt, surely it'd hide the start of the
stay ups, but... no doubt, she wouldn't be able to think of anything else all
day. She did the same for the other leg until both were adequately dressed, and
reclined back onto her bed, lifting her legs into the air. She squeezed her
thighs together and sighed in ecstasy, bending one leg at the knee and then
another alternately, slowly letting them slide against one another.
"Kiyoko! Will you come downstairs and help me with dinner?" It was her mother's
voice, breaking her out of her sweet trance. She immediately sat upright, her
hair flying forward with her, the girl pulling her skirt over her thighs.
Her eyes had always been drawn to legs, ever since she was a girl. Most people
just assumed she was a shy girl and couldn't look anyone in the eye, but really
she was curiously studying the muscle and bone that was so naturally appealing
to her. First, it was all about shoes. She loved cute designs and cool ones
alike. Then, there were lots of fun socks to wear, long and short, colorful and
prettily plain. It wasn't until her mother dressed up for parent-teachers
conference at school that Kiyoko realized she liked hosiery.
The young girl rarely spoke her feelings, and besides looking at people's feet
all the time, she really was quiet. Her mother had known her child well enough
to guess when something was on her mind, and while they sat waiting for the
teacher, the glasses clad woman softly asked her child what was on her mind.
Seven year old Kiyoko opened her lips, then closed them again, before mumbling,
"Your legs... they're black." Her mother laughed softly, happy to see her
passive daughter excited about something, even if it didn't show well on her
face. "These are my pantyhose." Kiyoko wrinkled her little button nose, earning
another quick laugh from the older woman. "Funny name, I know... but they're
supposed to make legs look smooth... do they look good on me?" She smiled,
watching her daughter's face glow with excitement, her small head nodding
eagerly.
"I want to wear them. So my legs can look pretty, too."
Kiyoko. Pure child. Shimizu. Pure water.
Whatever she was, Kiyoko didn't feel pure. Her family wasn't overly religious,
but the culture surrounding her was sex negative enough, especially for women.
"Yes, mom! I'm changing - - " She reluctantly started to slip off the
pantyhose. "I'll be right down."
Her grades were fine, she was planning on going to university, and she was even
involved with a club. But how long was this leg thing supposed to last? It was
disgusting, something immoral that had to be locked away if she wanted a decent
future. She was seventeen years old and she'd never touched herself; for one,
she didn't know how, and two she didn't think anything pleasurable would come
out of it. Kiyoko was sheltered and repressed, and in a way more immature than
her younger counterpart, Yachi.
Yachi Hitoka. Kiyoko peeled the potatoes for curry in her standard pair of
jeans and a shirt, slightly absent minded as she worked to help her mother. The
dark haired bombshell thought the young blond looked cute in her usual knee
high, black socks. But her legs weren't anything remarkable, Kiyoko was ashamed
to relent to herself. She was very grateful to Yachi for claiming the next
position of manager when Kiyoko herself would be going to university. The two
had gotten closer over the course of a few months, and she was very grateful
for the sweet, spastic girl for brightening her world.
Yachi wouldn't be her first friend, but... would she? Did she like any other
girl, or really hang out with one as often as Yachi did? For a moment, Kiyoko
thought about showing Yachi her secret. Letting the younger one discover her
affinity for her own legs and how she looked in legwear.
No. She shook her head lightly, sighing as she helped prepare the rest of the
ingredients. She couldn't scar the poor girl with that; her image of her cool,
reliable upperclassmen would be shattered. Kiyoko smiled, a rare sight even to
her parents, as she thought of Yachi's surprised, adorably flustered
expression.
Maybe there would be a friend she could share it with, but for now, it was just
herself.
***** Jersey *****
It was 7:45 in the morning and Yachi couldn't stop yawning. Her little face
relaxed and her small mouth stretched open wide, the little wisp of breath
leaving her as she tried to stay alert. Kiyoko stood by her side, as resilient
in her grace and posture as ever. The unapproachable young lady did look a bit
concerned for the smaller girl, asking in a lowered tone, "Did you get enough
sleep last night?" Straightforward and edged softly with the worry she
displayed.
Yachi's shoulders jumped and she shifted her weight onto one foot, cringing
away from Kiyoko in surprise. "Huh?! Uhh. Oh. Sleep!" She straightened herself
up, fumbling to catch a stray volleyball as it came bouncing toward her. "It
was a little harder getting out of bed today, but... I think I got enough
sleep." Yachi smiled dismissively and Kiyoko was now thinking of a cute, sleepy
blond who wouldn't rouse from bed easily. The same girl knew exactly why she
was yawning a little more than usual - - her fantasies last night had been a
lot more intense what with borrowing that prince costume, and her thoughts had
been running too freely for her to go to bed straight away. So, she laid in bed
and thought of herself dressing up in other things, and occasionally drifting
to the thought of Kiyoko wearing pretty things for her. This morning also,
she'd kept her eyes low to avoid the walking wet dream herself.
"Haha. I'm glad I don't have the responsibility of waking you - - I'd want to
spoil you and let you sleep longer," she spoke with equal hints of mischief and
tenderness, and Yachi grinned widely at her. "I'd rather you than my mom any
day! She's always soo cranky in the mornings if I don't wake up on time! Like a
dragon~" Kiyoko's shoulders were trembling now and she cupped her dainty hand
over her lips, her other arm draped around her waist as she fought to keep the
giggles in. Yachi wasn't the only one mesmerized; she could faintly hear Tanaka
and Nishinoya being reprimanded for not paying attention.
After assisting in cleaning up the gym, the two girls retired to their own
changing room, private from the boys' for obvious reasons. Yachi liked the
jersey they were required to wear, most likely because it made her feel sporty
and more masculine. She tried imagining how a boy would undress then, first
changing the expression on her face from her normally ditzy air to an apathetic
one, which also required furrowed brows and the occasional huff. She yanked
down the zipper of her jacket so hard that it almost broke, and in a panic she
reverted back to her usual self, fussing over the zipper by dragging it up and
down, ensuring that it still retained her function.
Kiyoko stole glances over her shoulder, wearing a warm smile before turning her
attention back to herself and unchanging. Though it didn't show as easily on
her, she'd been up late last night too, thinking of just about everything she
could do with these new, racy pantyhose. One of them involved undressing
slowly, so that Yachi could see. It felt incredibly underhanded, and almost
criminal, but she couldn't help but hope that Yachi would react somehow. Would
she notice that Kiyoko was dressing her legs differently? Would she say
something?
The glasses clad girl had already changed from her jersey and gym shirt back
into her blouse, but she awaited almost expectantly without anything covering
her soft pink panties or legs, the white of her thighs ran creamy until the
black band around each of them, and from there ran the dark shade of tights,
casting her legs in a seductive light.
After being fully dressed into her school uniform, skirt, blouse, sweater vest
and all, Yachi couldn't help but notice that Kiyoko was still standing there
bottomless, eyes cast low on the mirror beore her. 'W-Why is she just standing
there?' She thought to herself bashfully, her paranoid thoughts already racing
toward something along the lines of Kiyoko inwardly seducing her. Burning that
idea from her mind, she turned around and followed the girl's gaze down to her
legs, her eyes already dulling with the many lewd thoughts in succession of
what she'd do to those legs, and the prize in between.
"Oh! Shimizu - - you've got new tights!"
Something like relief flooded in Kiyoko, her shoulders lowering. But as she
turned around, her face was flushed beyond her control, her hands automatically
clapping up to her cheeks to hide it. "I-I just got them yesterday. What do
you... what do you think, Yachi?"
She was being asked a question? Right when her brain decided to malfunction on
her, words escaping and being replaced with the sight of her crush so shy and
demure in front of her? "Sexy! I think sexy. You look. Oh jeez - -"Now Yachi's
hands were reaching up into her hair, grabbing tufts as she had to come to
terms with the potentially upsetting vernacular coming out of her mouth. After
being so careful about her thoughts pertaining to Kiyoko from the very
beginning. One look at her sensually clad legs and it was all she could do to
keep her mouth shut, feeling her blood pounding through her ears. 'Feels like
I'm gonna get a nosebleed,' Yachi thought pitifully, tightening her hold on her
hair.
Kiyoko looked surprised, definitely surprised - - but there was something else
there. Like she was expectingthis. Like she'd known in her heart all along that
her legs were sexy, and something about that drove Yachi up the proverbial
wall. "Your legs are... r-really pretty." As much as she thought she'd be
prepared for it, Kiyoko was still embarrassed, though pleasantly so, and the
two spent a few quiet moments floundering in the awkward atmosphere. Yachi's
bright eyes were still focused on Kiyoko's legs, and the desire made her press
her thighs together, feeling the fabric ride smoothly together as she squirmed.
"I like... the way they look on me. I like finding materials that suit my legs
best." Kiyoko admitted so quietly, watching Yachi's face lift up, then dip down
to continue staring. By this point, both of their faces had enough color for
the tomatoes in their school's vegetable garden. "It's becoming a weird habit
of mine. Off putting, isn't it?" Kiyoko tried to play it off now; Yachi had
been too silent for long, and the last thing Kiyoko wanted to do was make
things awkward between them. It hadn't stopped her from putting herself on
display, which now she regretted, turning away from Yachi to begin dressing.
"No, it's - - it's not weird at all!" Yachi vehemently denied, feeling a second
wind blow through her as Kiyoko turned, hope penetrating through the frozen
mask of what Yachi had wrongly assumed to be indifference. Some would say that
Kiyoko wasn't gifted in expressing herself, but from the increasing amount of
time they spent with each other, Yachi knew that the girl was incredibly
expressive. You just had to watch very carefully, which was something Yachi was
good at.
"I mean, I should be the last person to say it's weird. After all, I'm the one
that likes to dress up like a boy. And then I get all excited over it." It was
such a farfetched thing to say that she couldn't believe she'd let it out, and
once her nerves lessened a bit and she thought more of it, she couldn't believe
that Shimizu would actually believe such an incredulous thing. But Yachi had no
reason to lie to her, and didn't have the capacity to. Just when Yachi started
to regret imparting this secret on her, not having planned to in her lifetime,
Kiyoko was the one to blurt.
"I get excited too. When I... put on stockings, or tights."
Yachi couldn't believe her ears. She'd clearly seen today that Kiyoko could get
extremely embarrassed, which was still angelic and everything perfect without a
hint of gracelessness. However, Yachi neverexpected to hear Kiyoko confess that
she got excited, or that she understood what getting excitedreally meant. And
over her own gorgeous legs nonetheless!
Kiyoko watched the other girl, seeing her hands gently relax from her blond
hair and fall down into her skirt, which she bunched up with her fingers, deep
mid-thought. 'I...wanna see. I wanna see it so badly I can't think straight.'
Yachi looked up into Kiyoko's eyes, wondering if she was running a fever with
how long her cheeks had been burning.
"Can I... see it?"
Yachi blinked, suddenly scared that she'd voiced her thoughts aloud, but she
realized Kiyoko had been watching her expectantly, as if she'd delivered the
question. Kiyoko felt her heart pounding, wondering what it was that got her so
intrigued over the secrets they were sharing with each other. But maybe she
could find a partner in this after all. One that understood her own affinity
for something. Plus, the idea of Yachi dressing up and fumbling around in her
excitement was very appealing to her. But still, she was nervous that Yachi
would decline.
"See it... you mean, me wearing boy clothes?" Kiyoko nodded, her chin tucking
toward her neck demurely, before Yachi took a step forward. "O-Okay!" This was
like a dream come true, showing off her manliness (what she knew would be
nothing but a stumbling shit-storm anyway) to Kiyoko, the epitome of her
adolescent lust. "But in turn, you... will you show me what you like? With your
legs?" Yachi wasn't aware of Kiyoko's exact ritual, but she wanted to see just
what got Kiyoko so excited. The girl slowly bent her knees and lowered down to
pick up her skirt, zipping it along her waist as she nodded once more. "It's a
deal." Kiyoko had been wanting to show Yachi her legs, so really it was a win-
win for her.
The older girl sat down on a bench and started to hurriedly peel off the french
brand of nylon from her legs, much to Yachi's flustered surprise. "W-What are
you doing?" She squeaked, eyes flicking hurriedly from the naked expanse of
leg.
Kiyoko seemed to be frowning, going as quickly as possible against her will,
when she wanted nothing more than to take this changing slow. "I have to wear
the black tights I'm already accustomed to - - or else I'll get too excited
during school. You should... leave before you're late, Yachi."
The blond nodded and released her skirt, still feeling like she could
spontaneously start spurting blood from her nose. "We c-can figure out a time
later, then! See you later, Shimizu." It was a wonder she could talk at that
point, keeping her eyes high as she exited the changing room, quickly closing
the door behind her.
***** Gakuran *****
"Please, come in." Yachi held the door open for her ravenette upperclassmen,
shuffling from one foot to the other as she slipped off her shoes, eyes
tentatively on her guest who also followed suit with her own shoes. The blond
stifled her nerves to watch the gorgeous woman slip off her shoes so
unhurriedly, taking a great amount of care to neatly place her shoes in the
corner of the lowered entryway, where they placed their shoes and then stepped
up onto the main floor. It wasn't rushed at all like Yachi's haphazard de-
shoeing. Kiyoko's little toes wiggled and pointed upward toward the wood tiled
floor in her usual black tights. A quiet, innocent laugh had Yachi looking
upward, seeing the older girl so amused by Yachi's every reaction. "Thank you
for having me over. Your mother isn't home?"
"Uhh, no. She's not. She works a lot." Yachi nudged her shoes to the side and
walked further into the place, wondering what the protocol was for this sort of
thing. The blond held her bag close to her chest, full of the outfit she'd
chosen for this Sunday, when the boys' didn't have practice and the two of them
had agreed to show off each others secret pleasures. "Can I get you anything to
drink?" Yachi chirped, watching Kiyoko as she surveyed the designer's
apartment. There was a silent shake of her head and the two stood there until
Kiyoko broke the silence with another laugh, though slightly more skittish this
time.
"Actually, I don't know how to... go about this." She seemed calm as she
brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, already pink from embarrassment. Yachi
bit her lip, wishing she could be the charismatic prince that swept his
princess off of her feet. But all she could do was fumble with the outfit
pressed tightly against her chest.
"We'll take it slow." She decided with a reassuring nod of her head, slowly
walking until she was close enough to reach out and touch her. "And, uhm, any
time you feel uncomfortable, or like you wanna stop... we'll stop." Gawd, it
sounded like they were actually doing it. But this was pretty close, right?
Yachi didn't know what was right and wrong here, what Kiyoko expected out of
this or even what she herself wanted. "I'll change in the bathroom, you can
wait in my room." Yachi made a move for the restroom but was stopped by the
softest hand she ever felt tugging at her bicep, bidding her to stay. Kiyoko
looked, for once, like she wasn't in control of her feelings, and everything
seemed to spill out just from the way her face flushed and her gaze faltered.
"I think it'd... be more exciting if we... watch each other. Or is that n... is
that not okay?"
Hitoka made a noise in the back of her throat, something akin to a strangled
scream and a shout for joy all mixed in one behind closed lips, feeling her
heated face catching up with her thoughts. When it did register that this was
not one of her fantasies, and that the touch on her arm was warm and real, she
nodded eagerly. "It's okay! Yes."She wasn't sure how she'd overcome the sudden
performance anxiety, but she figured her brain would start working once it was
forced.
Oh how wrong she was.
Shimizu walked into her room first, looking around at the meticulously cleaned
space without knowing how extensively Yachi had cleaned every inch of it for
Shimizu's arrival. Yachi closed the door behind them, watching Kiyoko stare at
her large, lush bed. "I usually do it on my bed," the dark haired girl
informed, making Yachi's throat dry as she assumed Kiyoko was referring to
masturbation. "Muh - - me too." Yachi dropped her bag and quickly bent down to
retrieve it, watching Kiyoko take a seat.
Without any real warning, the manager of the volleyball team started unlacing
the bow from her collar, slowly undoing each button of her blouse, and undoing
most of the tension in Yachi's shoulders as she progressed further and further
down. "I usually... don't wear much, either." Kiyoko rolled her lower lip in
and chewed it as she let the white material of her blouse slip from her creamy,
slender shoulders. Underneath she wore a white, soft looking bra, with even
softer looking breasts held inside, most likely a perfect shape on their own.
Yachi was busy staring, eyes capturing the moment Kiyoko started shimmying out
of her skirt, leaving her clad in the waist high, black stockings she always
wore for school.
It seemed that hadn't even been the most embarrassing part for Kiyoko; they'd
undressed in front of each other lots of times before and after practices.
Kiyoko sat up straight on the edge of the bed, lifting her hips to peel off the
stockings slowly, letting Yachi into just a sliver of her world as she took her
time, softly exposing herself. Yachi surrendered to it completely, seeing the
excitement on Kiyoko's face and feeling her heart pound on the double. The look
on Yachi's face did the same for Kiyoko, who sighed so sweetly it nearly broke
Yachi's heart.
The skin of her legs were bare now, and Kiyoko's eyes avoided them as she
tucked her school uniform in her bag, pulling out the newly purchased pantyhose
that might as well have been a dirty magazine from the way she shyly eyed it.
An idea struck her then, breath hitching at the thought, before meeting Yachi's
unrelenting gaze.
"Will you... put them on me?"
Yachi forgot that this wasn't a dream, that she wasn't just a fly on the wall
observing Kiyoko's naughty habits. No, she was actually there, and Kiyoko
wanted her to be an active participant. She straightened up, trying to shake
the wobblies from her knees as she reached forward, taking the plastic covered
thigh highs and juggling them with the bag she held. Brown eyes flitted over
the package and she decidedly placed it on the bed beside Kiyoko, before
pulling out the boy's uniform she'd procured, a different, less nervous
excitement visibly passing over her as she held it up in front of her. Kiyoko
slowly reclined back onto the bed, her fingers tracing absently down her
abdomen as she tilted her head and watched Yachi in all the warmth and
brightness she emanated. "Where did you get it?" She asked quietly, seeing the
affect her voice alone had on Yachi; she nearly jumped out of her own skin,
eyes hastily returning to Kiyoko to see her so scandalously draped over her
bed. Kiyoko's thighs had been pressed together, her knees drawn up keeping what
was between them out of sight for Yachi as she started working off her own tie
and blouse. "It's actually, uhm, Hinata's old uniform," she explained a little
more calmly, thinking of her friend just as fiery and bright as his hair. A
smaller frame was revealed, and more shyly as Yachi's shoulders folded inward,
causing the straps of her bra to slip off her shoulders, her smaller, shapely
breasts pressing into one another as she slipped on the top of the gakuran,
buttoning it up quickly. "He was talking the other day about getting a new one,
since he outgrew this one, and... I asked him if he'd lend it to me." Next to
go was her skirt, which dropped from her waist and onto the floor, Shimizu
eyeing her legs expectantly before Yachi's quick work guided the slightly baggy
pants up and around her waist.
A little big. The sleeves met her fingertips, and the collar of the gakuran all
but hid her chin. The blond turned her face toward the mirror, and her lips
turned up halfway toward a smile. "It's... silly. I look..." She raised her
arms and dropped them in nervous exasperation, wishing she could at least look
cooler in front of Shimizu.
The ravenette watched her assistant manager, keenly picking up on the
insecurity and sitting back up, hands extended. "You look handsome. It suits
you." A small smile broke across her face as she watched Yachi turn to her,
full of hope and awe. Shimizu beckoned Yachi forward, and reached forward for
each sleeve, rolling it up to her elbows with care. Yachi was already starting
to feel hot - - not only was she wearing men's clothes, but Shimizu made her
feel a hundred times more confident about it, and the drop dead gorgeous girl
was sitting below her, only sweet, soft underwear separating the two. Once her
sleeves were rolled up to her elbows she leaned forward and supported herself
up on the bed, positioning herself between Shimizu's legs. The girl opened them
and complied as she pushed herself back, allowing Yachi more room on the bed,
the two of them tangibly unsure. "Your stockings. I'll put them on." Yachi
could feel her blood pounding through her ears, watching the way Kiyoko's body
trembled and relaxed as she lifted one leg, bending it at the knee while Yachi
rolled up one leg of pantyhose.
There was something sensual about the way Kiyoko displayed herself, her toes
dipping in the fabric and fanning out as Yachi smoothed it over the pads of her
feet, across her sole and over her ankle, until Shimizu rested it over Yachi's
shoulder. The younger girl watched the dark material spread up over the
beautiful curve of calf, over her knee and up her thigh, hearing a hitch in
Shimizu's breathing. Yachi centered herself on Kiyoko's face, seeing the heated
expression and the conflict, the arousal, all of it. Yachi was still tugging
the material upward, unabashedly touching her thigh, fingertips inching upward
as she leaned further in between the older girl's legs. She closed her eyes and
turned her face toward Shimizu's thigh, kissing her through the fabric. Yachi
quickly opened her eyes and turned to Shimizu, who's eyelids were lowered,
thighs parted wider. Yachi took this as a sign to continue, holding up both
legs as she kissed above the black band that held the pantyhose around her leg,
feeling the warm skin beneath her soft lips.
Shimizu wasn't sure what Yachi was doing, or how she'd developed such an
interest in kissing her legs, but the sight of the obviously eager teen pecking
and brushing her face in between her thighs was adorable, and erotic. She was
in her senior year and she'd never thought that something like this could feel
so good, that another person could stir things in her that she hadn't felt
since the first time she realized her attraction for her own legs. "Hitoka...?"
The first year lifted her head suddenly, her fingers squeezing into Shimizu's
thighs as she caught up with herself. "S-Sorry. Yeah?"
"Do the other one, too. Slowly."
Startled from the use of her first name, she complied and took more care in
clothing the other leg in the fine material, picking up on the level of
attention Shimizu paid to it, slowly tugging down inch by inch toward Shimizu's
core, until both of her legs were clad in it. A smell had become increasingly
apparent to Yachi, one that she'd always recognized herself, but after kissing
this next thigh she realized it wasn't coming from herself. One look to the
clear little spot Shimizu sported on her panties and Yachi could tell she was
wet. Yachi had both legs over her shoulders, her face pressing closer in
between, teeth grazing over bare thigh the higher she went. The contact
startled Shimizu and she gasped hotly, tightening her thighs around Yachi's
round, flushed face.
Yachi stopped, resting the side of her face against one thigh, breathing in the
heavenly scent of Shimizu's girlhood. "I really wanna... touch you, more."
Words escaped her, but Yachi was expressing herself at least without fainting
from all the blood rushing to her face. Shimizu looked puzzled, but consenting
to feel more of Yachi's touch. "I've always wanted to do stuff like this. With
you." Yachi grew braver and closed her lips around a small bit of thigh,
suckling it in between her lips and tonguing it until she could practically
feel Shimizu's pussythrobbing from where her face remained.
"Always...?" Shimizu repeated weakly, earning a small, effeminate grunt of
assent. "Where d... do you want to touch?"
The girl groaned in response this time, tempted to think that Shimizu was
purposely trying to drive her crazy. "Right here...? I want to kiss you here."
She gently traced the tip of her nose along the line centered in Kiyoko's
panties, feeling the warm folds of her slit for the briefest moment as she
looked up at Kiyoko, who seemed to be struggling to keep her legs open and her
wits about her. Yachi still seemed incredibly nervous, but there was
something... new in her. Something exciting, and the change had taken place
when Shimizu rolled up her sleeves. Yachi was asserting herself in their
friend's gakuran, her small hands possessive as they raked over her thighs, and
for once Kiyoko was entranced with something other than her legs.
Yachi desperately rubbed her hips into the bed beneath her, supported up by her
elbows alone as she brushed her lips atop Kiyoko's panty line. Shimizu wanted
to give Yachi what she craved, but she wasn't sure what Yachi was thinking of
in the first place. Kissing her there? Kiyoko knew that's where her warmth came
from, where those fleeting bursts of pleasure bubbled whenever she watched her
legs for too long. But she'd never touched herself, never even knew it was an
option, and as such felt reluctance even as her fingers slipped into blond,
thin locks of hair, the pads of her fingers cradling Yachi's small head
forward, bringing her face closer in between her legs.
She watched the animation light up Yachi's face the split second before she
opened her mouth and closed it over her clothed mound, the heat of her mouth
enveloping Kiyoko in the myriad of new sensation. "Hhahh...!" the ragged,
higher pitched moan escaped her as Yachi's tongue darted out, attempting to
taste her even through her underwear, and Kiyoko impatiently rubbed up against
the wet organ, feeling Yachi's drool seep in through her panties for further
contact. Yachi's tongue rolled and her face all but smashed against her,
enraptured by the feel of Kiyoko's hot, wet slit even with panties in the way.
She was immensely enjoying herself, watching Shimizu come undone above her,
hands weakly gripping her hair. One of Yachi's hands released the grip on
Kiyoko's thigh to reach around and pull her panties to the side, taking a few
precious moments to survey the pink, dripping lips before her mouth was busily,
clumsily slurping up what she could. The contact was almost too much for
Shimizu, her fingers grasping onto the gakuran's collar as Yachi ate her out,
her tongue swirling circles over the swollen bud that had Shimizu moaning
loudly, her thighs squeezing around Yachi's face.
"S-Somethinng's... ohh... Hitoka."
Yachi's tongue pressed into Shimizu's nethers until her tight, unused hole gave
way, slipping her tongue in about as far as her face could press in, her button
nose nudging against Shimizu's little clit. To Yachi's lust ridden surprise,
the soft hole she was lazily tongue fucking started to contract around her,
spasming in soft little tugs as Shimizu came around her tongue. The dark haired
girl was beautiful lying there, clutching so hard on the gakuran's collar that
Yachi was imminently grateful she hadn't been pulling her hair that tightly.
Yachi gave her time to recover, and when the squeezes around her tongue
lessened she pulled her face away, gently prying open her thighs so she could
sit up, feeling the grip on her collar fade. Kiyoko's legs lowered onto the bed
and she turned on her side, facing Yachi, breath uneven as she collected
herself.
Finally, after swallowing another breath, Shimizu wearily asked, "Was that...
supposed to feel that good?"
Yachi had time to return to her senses, nerves eating her up about where they
were headed, what this meant for her friendship, how on Earth could she
possibly screw this up. The back of her hand lifted to wipe the bit of dampness
from around her mouth, the taste of Kiyoko still on her tongue as Shimizu asked
her such a question. The shy, impossibly happy smile came to Yachi easily, and
she leaned back on one arm, the other hand slowly wrapping around her wrist.
"... I think so." Was the lame reply, but it was good enough for Shimizu, who
leisurely lifted her head, and then the rest of her body. Her hair draped
sexily over her shoulders as she lifted herself on all fours, starting to crawl
toward the uniformed girl, who was still getting used to the sight of Shimizu
in her underwear and wasn't really expecting anything more than what Shimizu
had allowed.
"I don't really know much about... this... but if you'd like, I can try." Yachi
was already frantically backed up against the wall, hands flat behind her as
Shimizu's hand dipped in beneath the waist of the boy's pants, feeling along
the silken panties Yachi wore until she realized what she was touching, and
where. Her middle finger smoothed down and up in between the lips of her pussy,
eyes always on Yachi's flustered features. The blond didn't know whether she
should do the polite thing and say, 'Nah I'm good', or if she should take the
inexperienced, older girl up on her offer. From the way she moved her hips
against the finger, it would seem the latter. Yachi knew what felt good for
her, crying out softly as she felt the wiggle of Kiyoko's finger against her
smaller clit.
Shimizu's hand moved within the pants, and she couldn't help but think how odd
this was, doing this to Yachi while she was wearing boy's clothes. This whole
thing was odd; her fascination with her own legs was odd, the fact that these
two girls were in this together was odd. But still, Shimizu leaned in to murmur
soft and slow into Yachi's ear, right as her fingers slipped beneath the
waistline of Yachi's panties. "Like this... it looks like I'm stroking a boy in
his pants... doesn't it?" The kisses along her thighs felt good, so she tried
it on Yachi's cheek, earning a whimper amidst the heavy breathing that started
with the onset of her words.
Yachi was looking down at the hand moving in a repeated motion, and it did look
like Shimizu might've been tugging on a cock. But really, Shimizu had learned
just how much Yachi loved having her clit rubbed, and without any direction at
all was brushing her now slick finger all around, moving her hand in sync with
Yachi's timid bucks. Her fingers cupped Shimizu's wrist, needing to hold onto
something as her own orgasm approached. "Y-Yeah. Your finger's... nhnn... so
good. Kiyoko. Kiyoko." Shimizu now had a better understanding of why Yachi was
embarrassed earlier; she'd never heard her name moaned before, she never
thought it'd sound so agonizingly sweet and pretty on Yachi's lips.
Pure child.
It felt pure coming out of Yachi, who regarded the name with so much love and
reverie that Shimizu felt herself pulled into her, moving her finger faster and
feeling Yachi's grip around her wrist tighten. Her lips found purchase in
Yachi's and she felt the buzz of the moan that tried to escape her. Shimizu
kissed Yachi about as well as she could, taking in the delighted sounds Yachi
made as the younger girl sloppily licked into Shimizu's mouth, her little body
jolting and stiffening as she too released, panting in the shared space between
them. Shimizu's dark eyes watched the darkened cheeks, the heavy eyelids, the
way her sweet lips remained parted. Much to Yachi's relief, Shimizu left her
hand there, softly cupping her slit as they shared another kiss, more slowly
and gently than they had before.
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