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Some time later, once the initial burst of wild, thrilling energy had worn off, the two were cuddled up together on Futaba’s bed. Yusuke was propped against the wall with Futaba leaning into his side, arms still tightly wrapped around his waist. It was warm, comfortable, intimate, safe. The dopey smile still hadn’t left Futaba’s face – she was riding so high on soft, pleasurable feeling she even felt safe enough to tease.
“So…Inari.” Futaba said placidly, putting a hand on Yusuke’s stomach. “You say it’s for art, but any excuse to see me naked, huh?”
“P-preposterous!” Yusuke stammered, face going red and immediately trying to straighten himself up and regain dignity. “It was genuinely for sake of the painting! And, now I think about it, the nudity was your idea!”
Futaba chuckled at his reaction – their relationship might have changed beyond all recognition today, but she still enjoyed making him lose his cool. Her placid benevolence was short-lived, however – Yusuke’s shuffling attempts to lift himself back to upright caused Futaba’s slack hand to slip down, accidentally brushing against the artist’s crotch. Yusuke let out an instinctive shout and attempted to jump away, his hips bucking up straight into Futaba’s hand and drawing yet more attention to the semi-hard firmness there.
Futaba sat frozen, her eyes wide and mind running a mile a minute. She knew full well what this all meant – nobody could spend as long on the internet as she had and not be familiar with the concept. Her conscious thought capacity came to a shuddering halt, a sudden terrifying rush of images and impulses flooding her that she was unable to stop.
For all her shyness and introversion, Futaba Sakura was a remarkably horny young woman. That natural instinct had not combined well with months of self-imposed isolation over a key developmental period with unimpeded internet access, and Futaba’s sexual ‘interests’ had turned out consequently skewed. A lot of masturbating, lots of porn consumption, plenty of lewd ideas – she’d even broken her own hymen with a vibrator by mistake – but the idea of physically being involved in the act of sex herself had never crossed her mind. With her personality, circumstances and social difficulties being what they were, it had never been a realistic proposition. Until now.
The idea was intimidating, yes, but this was Yusuke. Futaba trusted him implicitly; she’d been presented with literal, physical proof of what he thought of her, after all. As hard as she personally found it to believe, he thought she was attractive; the painting and then the stiffness under her accidental palming had showed that beyond any doubt. He was safe, he was warm, and he was exactly what she wanted. He was all that she wanted. For the first time in her life, the prospect of sex was actually feasible, and Futaba found herself unable to resist the sudden rush of desire.
Unfortunately, with Futaba being both who she was and entirely new to this, she had no idea how to go about expressing this newfound urge. So she defaulted to imitating the one thing she did know about that had any relevant lessons for a situation like this; pornography.
“My my, Yusuke, what have we here?” Futaba purred, her eyes lidded seductively as she began drifting her hand back and forth over Yusuke’s tightening crotch. “Is this for me?”
“F-Futaba…” Yusuke said warily, backing himself up and trying to shield himself from the changed girl. “You’re behaving very strangely.”
“Weird girls are always better fucks, big boy. We aren’t like those other girls, who talk a lot but can’t take the pace.” Futaba said ‘seductively’, her voice now so throaty it almost resembled a frog. She had absolutely no idea what she was doing, or why, but now the waterfall of cliché dialogue had started she couldn’t stop it. “Now why don’t you show me what a real man you are. Bend my naughty ass over this bed, and take me with your big, fat -”
“Futaba!” Yusuke said firmly, putting a hand on her shoulder and glaring at her. “Snap out of it! Why are you suddenly talking like that?”
Futaba vainly attempted to hold her seductive front, but her efforts were feeble, and she broke down into giggles. The enormity of what she’d just done washed over her, bowling her away and destroying her composure. That had been such a stupid thing to do…
Taken aback but pleased that she seemed to have returned to normal, Yusuke chuckled along, and his tacit approval was enough to tip Futaba over into full-blown laughter at her own incompetence. The ginger girl almost buckled as she laughed herself hoarse, Yusuke even loosening up enough to laugh along after a while. Once Futaba eventually laughed herself out, she looked up with watery eyes to find Yusuke staring at her questioningly.
“Sorry about that.” Futaba said, still giggling slightly. She shook herself, slapping herself lightly on the cheek and forcing herself to calm down. “I just really want to, you know…that, and I wasn’t sure what to say and I just kind of went into autopilot…”
“Are you sure?” Yusuke said seriously, looking Futaba in the eyes. “This is very quick.”
“I’ve never been more sure.” Futaba said with equal conviction, nodding firmly. “I’ve always wanted something like this, my body is, um, enthusiastic about it. I have a pretty high, um, drive. I just never thought that the chance would come to actually do anything about it.”
Yusuke frowned slightly, and Futaba suddenly felt very, very cold. She didn’t like that frown. She didn’t like where this was going. She sprang forwards, grabbing Yusuke’s hand and looking pleadingly at him. “Only if you want to, of course! I don’t want to push you, we don’t have to! Maybe I’m not your type, that’s cool, we can wait…er, I can wait. I could try to gain some weight or something, if you need a bit more, just give me some time…”
Futaba’s spiralling frenzy was cut short as Yusuke’s hand shot out, covering her mouth and muffling anything more. Futaba noted, with a not-inconsequential tingle, that Yusuke’s hands were huge compared to her – he was practically covering her whole face.
“No.” Yusuke said firmly, his expression decisive and uncompromising. “None of that. I think I have made it more than clear to you by now just how perfect you are to me, Futaba. I never want you to feel that way about yourself again, and I will paint as many portraits as I must to make you see reason!”
Futaba felt herself warm up at Yusuke’s words, a pleasant, almost ‘protected’ feeling settling over her. She looked up at her boyfriend with huge eyes, hope in every inch of her expression. “Does that mean we…”
“I consent.” Yusuke said, and Futaba felt her heart leap. “If this is what you truly want, I shall endeavour to make you as happy as I can.”
Before he could say anything else, Futaba flung herself at him again, crashing their lips together and removing the need for any more words. The kiss felt different this time; the first had been passionate, but soft and affectionate at the same time. This one was fiercer, hotter, more insistent, hungrier. Futaba wasted no time in shoving her tongue into Yusuke’s yielding mouth, exploring and pushing limits wherever she found them. This might have been entirely new for her, but she was rapidly deciding that she loved kissing. She never wanted to do anything else.
Futaba had half-expected Yusuke, who was no more experienced than she was, to roll over and let her do what she liked. She was therefore pleasantly surprised when the artist began to push back, his tongue swirling with hers and sending the heat of the kiss up by several notches.
As Futaba sank deeper and deeper into heated desire, she found herself scrabbling at Yusuke’s shirt, small fingers pushing blindly at the buttons and forcing them apart. Yusuke felt what she was doing and acquiesced; without breaking the kiss he helped her slide the shirt off, leaving Futaba to run her hands over the bare skin of another person for the first time. Yusuke’s skin was soft and smooth, almost as much as Futaba’s own. She was impressed; for a man who never had any money and often didn’t prioritise feeding himself, he took remarkably good care of his skin.
Futaba’s questing fingers ran lower, down towards the tightening fabric covering his crotch, fidgeting with the zipper and struggling for grip. Yusuke broke the kiss and let out a strangled gasp as Futaba pushed everything down, letting his hard cock swing up and slap into his stomach. Futaba stared at her first flesh-and-blood penis, almost spellbound; Yusuke’s dick was slim but impressively long, with a slight curvature, and Futaba’s hands looked very, very small next to it.
Futaba had secretly expected herself to start panicking at this stage and back out, but instead she found herself surprisingly calm. She’d come this far, after all; she had a mission, and had a vague idea of what she was supposed to be doing now. It wasn’t about tact, or flirting, or talking any more; it was just doing the right actions in the right order. She could do that, if she just thought about it in the right way.
She couldn’t wait to get started.
Futaba reached down, slowly wrapping a hand around Yusuke’s stiffening shaft before giving him a hesitant tug. Yusuke bit his lip and groaned loudly at the feeling, and Futaba felt a heady rush of exhilaration nearly knock her sideways at the sound. She had done that. He sounded so overwhelmed, and that was on her. This was amazing. She began moving her hand up and down slowly and gently, gripping loosely as she slid Yusuke’s tender, stiffening flesh between her fingers. The artist’s stream of moans and gasps let Futaba know she was on the right track, and she felt a new confidence rise in her.
Gripping her hand tighter around Yusuke’s now rock-solid shaft, Futaba began jerking faster and harder. Yusuke’s dick responded to her change in tempo, twitching in her grip and oozing precum from the slit. Futaba reached up with her thumb and swiped up the clear liquid, using it as lubricant for her strokes, just as one of her doujins had suggested.
“Gah!” Yusuke gasped, forcing himself to stay still even as Futaba unleashed upon him pleasures he had never experienced. The artist’s slim body began to shake violently, and Futaba grinned at the sight. She knew what would happen now, and she was ready. Years of ‘research’ had prepared her for this moment. She even found herself holding her breath, watching Yusuke’s tip intently as she waited for the moment. Here it came…
But then Yusuke was up and moving, stepping away from the bed and wrenching his cock from Futaba’s grasp in an impressive display of willpower. The tall man bent over Futaba’s desk, breathing deeply and evenly, letting the tension bleed out of his shoulders. Futaba stayed where she was, folding her arms as she pouted up at her boyfriend. “Hey, what gives? I was looking forward to that!”
“Because, I…” Yusuke panted, trying to get his breathing under control as he waited for his orgasm to die down. Once he felt that he was no longer in any immediate danger of climax, he turned back around. The pouting Futaba was struck by the passion gleaming in his eyes, as he drew himself back to his full height. “You deserve better than that, Futaba. This is a major milestone for you as well, and it would be remiss of me to not allow you the full experience.”
Without another word Yusuke surged forwards, advancing on Futaba and scooping the much shorter girl into another kiss. Futaba felt herself melt into him, feeling his passion and desire as Yusuke almost devoured her. She felt his hands begin to lift the bottom of her tank top, and she reluctantly broke the kiss to whip the interfering fabric over her head. As was usual around the house Futaba hadn’t bothered wearing a bra, and Yusuke immediately dove his head and began kissing at her chest. The feeling of a mouth on her nipples threatened to drive Futaba mad, but before she could lose herself too much Yusuke pulled back, refocusing on her still-clothed lower body. Futaba was naked in no time, and Yusuke gently pushed her back into the bed as he hovered above her.
Despite everything they had done, Futaba’s old insecurities re-emerged as she felt Yusuke’s gaze burning into her, his eyes roaming over every inch of pale skin. Futaba found herself worrying, panicking. Was there something wrong? Was it her noodle arms? Her visible ribs? The slight podge of her skinny tummy from lack of fitness or exercise? Her tiny, flat breasts that were barely worthy of the name?
Almost as if he could hear the doubts roaming through Futaba’s head, Yusuke frowned at her. He dramatically came forward, propping himself up right on top of Futaba and looking into her eyes. Futaba puckered her lips for a kiss, but none came; Yusuke instead redirected to her throat, kissing and drawing a surprised gasp from the ginger girl.
“Beautiful.” Yusuke murmured as he kissed down Futaba’s neck, onto her upper chest. Futaba cried out in joy as Yusuke took one of her breasts in his mouth, gently sucking the pink bud of her nipple to hardness and lapping away with his tongue. No sooner had the ginger girl got used to the sensation then Yusuke moved to the other nipple, teasing it with his tongue and lightly grazing the stiff bud with his teeth, sending sparks of pleasure rocking through her brain. This was incredible; Futaba had never felt anything like this, and she never wanted it to stop.
Once Futaba’s breasts were sufficiently aroused, Yusuke moved on, kissing down her chest and tenderly appreciating every one of her visible ribs, breathing praise with every pause. Futaba could feel Yusuke’s long artist’s fingers stroking over her, mapping her out, exploring her. She felt like an exhibit, a canvas for him to draw on. Futaba cried and whined as Yusuke worked his way down, becoming increasingly incomprehensible as he worked past her soft stomach and slim waist. The young woman squirmed as Yusuke framed her with his hands, the large palms and long fingers wrapping around her defined, rounded hips and making her feel more appreciated than ever before.
“So beautiful.” Yusuke said in a low, thick voice, making Futaba squirm in embarrassed arousal as his thumbs rubbed circles into her small but well-rounded cheeks. “I truly did not do you justice in my painting.”
“Y-you’re too much!” Futaba whined as her boyfriend continued his assault on her pleasure centres. “God, Y-yusuke, you’re going to drive me insan - oooooooh…”
Futaba’s pussy was tight and pink, fully soaked through by the time Yusuke made it there. The labia was engorged and darkened with lust, Futaba’s clit slowly beginning to poke its way out of its hood as the hacker became more and more aroused. Yusuke smiled slightly with pride, lightly stroking the entrance with a finger and drawing a long whine from his lover, before diving forward with his tongue outstretched.
“STOP!”
Futaba’s scream tore Yusuke from his reverie. He ripped himself backwards immediately and lifted himself up, looking into Futaba’s wide eyes with alarm and protective concern. “Futaba, are you alright? Was that too much? Talk to me!”
“Hot Me is staring at me!”
There was a moment of silence, tension bleeding out of the room as fast as it had come. Yusuke stared at Futaba in confusion, genuinely lost by what she’d said. “Um, what?”
“The painting.” Futaba said in a muffled voice, pushing her burning face into a pillow with shame as she pointed across the room. “Her really pretty eyes keep following me around the room and it’s weirding me out.”
Yusuke let out a hearty laugh as he stood up, Futaba groaning with embarrassment. Even in moments like this, Futaba was still the unpredictable, madcap girl that he’d fallen for. Closing the cover and blocking off the painted Futaba’s questing eyes, Yusuke turned back to his love, giving himself a couple of easy pumps to get back to full hardness.
“Are you sure about this?”
Futaba took a deep breath, and nodded slowly. “I am. Just…be gentle to start?”
“Of course.” Yusuke said, kissing her once more before lining himself up at her entrance. Taking a moment to centre himself, he slowly pushed inside.
The sensation that followed was unlike anything Futaba had ever felt. Yusuke’s hard dick pushing into her, rubbing against her inner walls, pushing her folds aside and filling her up…it was like a fireworks display being launched in her head. A steady stream of pleasure flowed into her mind like a river, lighting up her nervous system and driving her wild. She’d never felt so full, so stimulated, so alive. With every inch of Yusuke that slowly slid into her, Futaba’s body temperature rose and her mind fogged that bit more.
By the time Yusuke had bottomed out inside her, Futaba was barely coherent. Her face was flushed a deep red and her pale skin was covered in a sheen of sweat. She looked up at Yusuke, only able to gasp out words as she fought to keep a hint of control. “Move...please...”
Each of Yusuke’s thrusts was like a hammer blow to Futaba’s remaining composure. Even as the artist gritted his teeth and strained not to climax at Futaba’s warmth gripping his cock, his cautious and slow pushes sent earthquakes rattling through his girlfriend’s small body. Futaba held out briefly but soon found herself willingly giving in, throwing herself deeper into the madness with every passing second. A stream of breathy moans began to flow from the young woman’s mouth as she took Yusuke’s length inside her over and over, the bed creaking slightly as the two young lovers rocked back and forth.
It wasn’t enough. She needed more. She needed to be closer to him, needed to feel even more.
Futaba’s eyes lit up with madness behind her crooked glasses and she began to move, bucking her rounded hips against Yusuke and forcing him in deeper and faster. The sudden increase in pleasure went straight to her head and she threw it back, her long ginger hair swinging behind her as she cried out in joy. Her breath came quicker and harsher as she felt a fire uncurl inside her, building harder and faster as Yusuke kept fucking her. She could see a similar contortion play out on Yusuke’s face; the artist was clearly on the edge of coming undone, his thrusts were becoming erratic and shallow, but he was holding on. Holding on for her.
Futaba had never loved a person more.
Eventually, however, Yusuke’s inexperienced endurance ran out. He buckled and let out a loud groan, his body tensing as he crashed into his climax. The feeling of Yusuke firing spurts of cum inside her was enough to set Futaba off and she came too, crying out in delight as she felt waves of deeply satisfying pleasure roll over her. Futaba sighed contentedly as she rode out her orgasm, pulling Yusuke’s face down into her perky tits as she rolled her hips, milking as much feeling as she could from his rapidly-softening cock.
The two young lovers collapsed together onto the bed, groaning and sighing as their exertions caught up with them; neither of them were the fittest or most well-fed of people, after all. Their energy reserves were quite limited.
“You were...wonderful, Futaba.” Yusuke said tiredly as he stroked her hair, his sincerity evident even through his exhausted panting.
“Mmhmm.” Futaba murmured agreeably, snuggling into his chest. “That was an excellent first attempt.”
Something about Futaba’s tone caught Yusuke’s attention, and he looked down at his girlfriend in apprehension. “First...attempt?”
“Oh yes, Inari.” Futaba said brightly, propping herself up to look back at Yusuke. There was a wicked light alive behind her glasses, and Yusuke gulped nervously; Futaba’s libido had always been a chained beast, contained and dampened by her shyness and solitude. But now he had awoken it...a fire had ignited, and it didn’t look to be burning out any time soon.
At that moment, Yusuke knew; he had created a monster.
“I have so many ideas.” Futaba said eagerly, stroking her hand affectionately down Yusuke’s stomach. “So much in my head, so many things that I’ve always wanted to try. And you just volunteered to be my research assistant.”
Yusuke’s exhausted eyes widened in panic as Futaba swung herself over him, the short girl straddling him with a wicked smile and beginning to run a hand over herself, rubbing at her nipples and exhaling in pleasure. Yusuke opened his mouth to protest – he needed time to recover, he needed a sleep, not another round –
But then Futaba was kissing him again, and he was unable to bring himself to complain.