Shinrabansho: Myriad Souls

2.54: Breaking Boundaries

After that we left the mall and got back on my bike.

I must have looked as scattered as I felt, because Aoi noticed immediately and offered to pedal again. I didn’t argue. I climbed onto the rear bolts without thinking, pressing close to her, my body fitting against hers perfectly… like it always did. Like it was meant to.

Do whatever you want to me…

Aoi-chan had said it earlier to me—teasing and careless… so dangerous.

But now…

I was the one thinking it.

The realization made my stomach twist.

Aoi pedaled smoothly, steady and sure, while my thoughts spiraled. The city passed by in fragments. Storefronts, streetlights, the blur of crosswalk paint—but I barely focused on any of it. My hands rested around her, my cheek on her shoulder, my whole awareness narrowed to the warmth of her back and the quiet strength in her movements.

Whenever we stopped at an intersection and the jingle signaled us to wait, I lowered a leg automatically, bracing us on the side we leaned. 

Neither of us spoke for some strange reason. It was hard to look at her because my heart wouldn’t stop hammering whenever I did.

The silence between us wasn’t exactly awkward… but it was very heavy and charged like tightly compressed spring, like both of us were holding something just beneath a thin layer, awaiting only the right moment for it to spill.

When we finally slowed, I looked up, my eyes drifting over the signs stacked along the street. They passed one by one. Restaurants, arcades, cafés… all kinds of things until we reached a sign with a single word glowing on it softly above us.

KARAOKE

The building shimmered against the evening sky, neon reflected in the building’s windows like a promise meant only for us.

My heart gave a small leap.

We took an elevator to the floor, still saying nothing to each other, still averting our gazes… at least I was. I wasn’t sure what kind of a face she was making, let alone mine.

We entered the business and interacted briefly with the cashier, renting a private room.

By the time we entered our private room, my heart was still fluttering.

The door slid shut behind us with a soft click.

Inside, the room was warm and dim, lit by colored LEDs that pulsed gently along the walls. A large leather sofa curved along one side, clearly meant for groups—too big for just the two of us.

Which made it perfect.

Aoi tossed her bag aside and flopped down first, stretching her arms along the back of the sofa. I sat beside her, close enough that our hips touched.

We were too close to pretend that we were acting like normal.

 A menu tablet sat on the low table in front of us. We finally broke the silence between us as we chose our drinks. Juice for me, a soda for her, and a few light snacks that we barely touched after they arrived.

Our true hunger lay elsewhere.

I sipped my juice as Aoi turned on the screen, making it blink to life.

“So,” Aoi said, glancing sideways at me. “You want to go first?”

I hesitated. “No… you. My singing voice probably isn’t that…”

She grinned. “Thought so.”

She stood, grabbed the mic off the table, and the opening notes rolled in as the music she chose started playing. The tune was confident, playful and unmistakably flirtatious.

I fidgeted as I listened to her sing. The song definitely wasn’t subtle. Its lyrics teased, challenged and promised eternal love. It was a song about chasing someone relentlessly, about knowing that they were being pursued and about wanting to be caught and still running.

Aoi sang like she fought… clean, sure, and very direct.

Her eyes never left me as she sang.

Not once.

Each lyric felt aimed, like she was saying it all to me sincerely without ever using my name. When she leaned forward on a particularly suggestive line, my chest tightened so hard I forgot to breathe, my face flushed.

DOKI—DOKI—DOKI—

My fingers curled into the hem of my skirt and my legs instinctively crossed.

She finished with a flourish, lowering the mic slowly, her eyes bright.

“Well… what did you think? Did my singing make you feel funny?” she asked.

I swallowed. “You’re… totally unfair.”

She laughed, pleased, and dropped beside me again, her shoulder pressing against mine. “Your turn, princess.”

I took the mic from her with trembling hands.

“You might regret asking for this… I never…” I muttered, my whole body radiating heat.

“Don’t worry,” Aoi said, smirking as she lounged while I struggled over my selection.

The song I landed on wasn’t too flashy, but it fit my emotions. It was slow and very emotional.

I needed to vent these feelings a little bit, otherwise I’d explode.

Just a little.

A tiny bit…

But all of my emotions went into it, because I couldn’t shut those off.

When the music started playing, I listened to the opening melody. It was one of those melodies that starts quietly and then opens… like someone finally saying something they’d held back for far too long.

When I sang, I didn’t think.

I just… let it all out, baring myself in a way that I hadn’t expected. All the softness inside me laced through the lyrics. All the longing I felt. The way love scared me. It really did. This was a big step, farther than I’d ever gone. The way loving someone this deeply made me so happy. I’d never felt this way before… or maybe I’d always been too afraid to express it properly. The feeling of finding someone who truly saw me… someone who genuinely loved me for who I was, not just for how I looked.

My voice wavered once, but it didn’t break.

By the second verse, I could feel Aoi watching me raptly.

Her face wasn’t teasing now.

She was just staring.

The naked her in those beautiful steel blue eyes.

When I glanced sideways, her usual confidence was gone. Her lips were parted slightly, her eyes wide, reflecting the screen’s glow.

I felt it in how she looked at me. Like I was… precious to her.

Something she didn’t want to lose.

The last note faded.

The room felt impossibly quiet.

Aoi didn’t clap. She didn’t make any corny jokes about my bad singing voice.

Embarrassing…

She just whispered, “Sumire…”

My heart squeezed painfully.

“I—I didn’t mean to—” I started.

She shook her head, leaning closer. “No. Don’t stop. That was… beautiful.”

DOKI-DOKI

Her voice wasn’t steady.

She looked at me like I was her own private idol.

Aoi rose and when I moved to sit, flushed, Aoi took my hand as though dancing. “Instead of switching, let’s sing a duet this time.”

“Ehhh?” I asked, my ears hot.

“I want to sing with you.”

“... Sure.” I fidgeted.

We carefully skimmed through the list of duets and agreed on one that felt right for us.

We stood together this time, sharing the mic. Our voices braided as we started singing, with a strangely easy harmony, rising and falling.

I took the first line, my voice gentle, almost shy.

“If I lose my way in the noise of the world,

If my feet start to tremble and I can’t move on…”

Aoi came in smoothly, confident but warm, her voice folding around mine.

“Then don’t look back… just reach for my hand.

I’ll be right here. I’ve already chosen you.”

My breath caught.

We stood closer without meaning to, our shoulders brushing as the next lines overlapped.

“Even if tomorrow scares me,” I sang, my fingers tightening around the mic,

“Even if I don’t know who I’ll become—”

Aoi smiled, her eyes never leaving mine.

“Then become it with me,” she answered, her voice low and steady.

“We’ll face it together. That’s enough.”

DOKI

The lyrics rose, the melody swelling just a little.

“Side by side, we won’t fall,” we sang together,

“Even if the ground breaks away.”

Aoi leaned closer, wrapping an arm around me.

“If the night gets too long,” she sang softly, almost like a promise,

“I’ll be the light you follow home.”

My voice wavered… but it didn’t break.

“And if I forget how to breathe,” I whispered into the mic,

“Remind me why I chose to stay.”

Our voices merged on the next line, perfectly in sync.

“We found each other…

That’s more than enough.”

The screen showed stars drifting across a painted sky.

Aoi lifted her free hand, brushing her thumb gently against my cheek near my lips as we sang.

“No matter what comes next,

No matter where we go,

As long as you’re here…

I’m not afraid.”

Halfway through, Aoi gazed into my eyes.

My heart skipped a beat.

Her eyes locked on mine.

The room narrowed to that point of contact.

She leaned closer as we sang on. I felt the heat of her breath. The subtle tremble in her hand where it brushed mine.

My chest buzzed, my skin tingling.

DOKI—DOKI… BADUMP

I couldn’t think.

I couldn’t sing anymore.

And neither could she.

The song kept playing.

Aoi dropped the mic.

THUMP

And kissed me.

Not gently, nor tentatively.

Her hands framed my face as she pressed her lips to mine with a hunger that stole my breath away. I gasped softly, my fingers tangled in her shirt as the world tipped sideways.

*NSFW - If that’s a problem, just stop here and pick it up again tomorrow. This is probably record-breaking for me… Plus it did send me to the hospital to write. Those who routinely read naughty stories probably won’t be that impressed, but it’s the best I could do. If you read it and liked it, please comment!* 

We stumbled back against the sofa, sinking into it together, still kissing, still clinging. She was on top of me, pressing me into the sofa.

It was as though physics shattered. Everything that separated us crumbled.

The music swelled around us, our duet completely forgotten… except for our emotions… our passion.

Her knees pressed into the leather of the sofa as she straddled me. I could feel intense heat between her thighs as she pressed them against my torso. She gazed down at me and I put my hands around her waist and pulled her closer, the world narrowing to the heat between us, the echo of our voices seeming to still hang in the air like a spell that hadn’t finished being cast.

Her lips moved against mine. Slow, deep and confident. Like she’d finally decided to stop holding back, at least a little, smoothly introducing her tongue, parting my lips. My mouth welcomed her greedily.

DOKI—

DOKI—

Don’t pull away, Aoi-chan… not even a little…

Her scent wrapped around me, intoxicating me with the scent of roses and an undertone of her clean sweat.

We kissed until I couldn’t tell where my breath ended and hers began.

Her hands ran over my body, starting at my upper arms. I was surprisingly sensitive there even though she wasn’t touching anything new. Even so, her fingers sent a thrill through my body as her fingers slid over my skin. It felt like my ears were on fire and my head filled with fog concentrated the most around my cheeks and eyes. With every touch, every scraping of her nails against my skin through my dress, I gasped. She broke the kiss with an intense light in her eyes. I saw absolute desire for me in them, the intensity blowing me away.

My eyes widened when her hands firmly grasped my breasts through my dress and firmly kneaded them. Every way she squeezed and rubbed them sent sparks through me, up and down my back.

“Ahhhhh!” I gasped, distantly remembering someone else touching my breasts like this, but that little voice in me quivered. I was sure that I had never been touched with such intensity, such passion. I shook off that feeling. Aoi-chan was the first person that I’d ever been intimate with. No flood of memories rushed in to correct me. I’d been confessed to several times in middle school and my first year of high school, but I’d always rejected them.

But now… we’re… we’re… She and I…

“Ahhhhn!” I gasped as her thumbs kept teasing my rock hard nipples, each swipe a surge of pleasure that made my body tingle. Not even my dress and bra could hide them from her.

My heart thundered, my head spinning, my body buzzing with pleasure, warmth and want for more.

I was hot from my head to toes and a gradual sense of heaviness and humidity settled between my thighs. I was rubbing them together, my back arching.

She leaned forward and kissed along my neck, her tongue running over my skin, driving me mad.

CHUP… CHUP… CH…

“Hah…” I panted as my fingers knotted in the fabric of her shirt as I clung to her.

I was afraid, but also filled with intense joy.

Afraid of how much I wanted this.

Afraid of how much I wanted her.

When she suddenly sat up, her eyes widening, biting her lip and shifting away, lifting a leg, but I quickly grabbed and held her, unintentionally seizing her backside. Her cheeks flushed and her lips twisted. Her cutoffs were rough and form-fitting and I felt that they were a little damp along her backside.

“Don’t go… More… please…” I begged, fidgeting. My body had moved before my thoughts could catch up with my grabby hands before fear could hold me back.

“Stay right here… with me… I want you to touch me more…”

She settled on me, gazing down at me. I looked up at her through hazy eyes into her steel blues. They were conflicted. The corners of my own filled with tears.

I couldn’t understand why she would want to stop now. The distance that she was trying to put between us… to maintain, even after teasing me to the cliff’s edge and over it herself hurt more than I expected. My chest ached like something precious had been offered and was pulled just out of reach.

“Is this really what you want? I’m just being selfish,” Aoi-chan asked softly.

Her voice wasn’t teasing. It wasn’t playful. It was dead serious, laced with arousal.

It trembled, barely, like she had a reason for pulling away…

Even if she did have a good reason, I wanted to be selfish too.

“There are far better girls than me, Susu…” She just sat there on me, her lips tightly pressed together.

My throat closed before her words could finish landing on me.

I shook my head, my tears spilling freely now, my body tingling so intensely I couldn’t hold myself together anymore if we stopped.

Every nerve felt so strangely awake. Every heartbeat screamed the same answer.

“I love you… I want you, Aoi-chan…”

The words came out broken and breathless, messy, and completely honest.

She shook her head.

“No… If I…” Aoi muttered, the thought unfinished, trying to stand again.

I leaned up and threw my arms around her, kissing her, cutting the doubt off before it could grow further. I pulled her against me, my hands sliding up her back, gripping her like I was afraid the moment would disappear if I loosened even a little. Her lovely blue eyes went hazy, torn with indecision, her faintly blue black bangs sticking to her sweaty forehead and cheeks.

Hold me and… don’t let me go ever again…

She gently broke the kiss and pressed me down onto the sofa, distancing us again. My hair spilled behind me on the sofa.

“I’m hurting you… deeply,” she whispered, her lips trembling. “You don’t understand it right now. I love you so much, Susu… Don’t think otherwise. I do want you to be happy for once. And you will be once…”

“I don’t care about what you’re worried about,” I said, my voice shaking. 

Her eyes opened wide in shock.

“Hurt me more, if that’s what you want to call it…” 

I lightly toyed with my nipples like she had, realizing that I’d never touched myself like this before. I didn’t know what to do like her. But I knew that it felt good and even better when she was doing it.

“Nhhh…” I gasped softly. My face went hot as my fingers caressed myself in front of her.

DOKI-DOKI… BADUMP

Unsatisfied, I fumbled with the straps of my dress and bra, letting them slide down my arms as far as they would go. The bodice loosened, slipping down to just above my nipples. It caught there for a moment, giving me a shock as I pulled it down the rest of the way, baring myself to her, my nipples painfully erect in the cool air.

DOKI-DOKI… BADUMP

If she stopped now, it would break me more than anything else she might do. I need her touch so much right now…

“Do whatever you want to me…” I said with a soft, husky tone, my stomach clenching. Having gotten out those words turned me on even more. My face turned pinker.

Aoi-chan stared down at me, blood trickling from her right nostril.

Her hands jerked forward, moving hesitantly as she grasped my breasts, my nipples digging into her warm hands.

“Ahhhn… Yes… please more…” I begged.

She ran her tongue over the little trickle of blood coming from her nose and she leaned forward, kissing down my chest, her breath hot on my skin, just the tickle of the air making it pebble, sending shivers racing up and down my skin, arcs of electricity tickling where her lips and tongue ran over my skin. She lowered herself to take one of my nipples into her mouth, swirling her tongue over it in a way that stole my sanity.

“Ahn!!!”

Her tongue’s movements were wet, soft, and unrushed. Every pass coaxed a soft squeal or moan from me.

“AHHHHHHH!!!!” Faster than expected, a rush of ecstasy seized my body.

She leaned up, absorbing the dazed and happy expression on my face.

“Just from that, Susu?” Aoi giggled, despite the intense expression on her face. “I wonder what you’ll do when I really get started.”

My face erupted with heat from just her words. I immediately wanted to know what she would do when she really tried. She tugged off her black shirt, making my body heat up all the more, rubbing herself against my stomach, the rough fabric of her cutoff shorts scratching gently as she tossed her shirt to the side of the sofa to the floor, reaching back to unfasten her sports bra and let it slide down her arms, baring her breasts to me.

She leaned forward, tossing her bra aside until her breasts were hanging down just above my face.

Her steel blue eyes were fixed on me intensely as she lowered a breast towards my lips, her cheeks red.

“Want a taste?” she asked softly.

I gasped, shivering as I rubbed my thighs together, but this time with soft squishing noises filling the air each time I moved. “Yes…” I mumbled against her nipple, gently sucking on it like she had, my lips caressing around her engorged nipple. It sprang around in my mouth as my tongue moved over it.

“Ahhh…” Aoi gasped, stroking my hair, trailing her fingers down my shoulder and side.

When her fingers reached my hip, she raised her lower body off me, leaving my torso suddenly feeling cold and damp as she leaned forward to let me continue sucking, reaching back with one hand and easing off her cutoff shorts and panties together, baring her backside. I felt her shake her hips as she shimmied them down to her ankles, vibrating the sofa beneath us with her hips gyration, but I was lost in her wonderful flavor.

An ache and an itch built up in my crotch. There was a strange sensation in the lower part of it. One of deep need. Her nipple was sweet and salty with a sheen of sweat. I leaned over and licked at her other nipple and nipped it gently between my teeth, reaching up with my hands and rubbing the breast that I’d been sucking, my palm sliding over the saliva that I’d left on it. My other hand caressed the side of the one that I was sucking on, my tongue clumsily running over the nipple.

“Mphh…” I mumbled around it, feeling like I could do this all night if she would let me.

I pouted when she sat up away from me again, freeing her nipple from my lips with a loud noise.

POP

I looked up at her, wiggling as she kicked off her shorts and panties. She reached down and stroked at her crotch, baring the pink flesh of her cleft as she rubbed at it, gazing at my swollen chest for a moment before tangling her fingers in my green dress. My breath caught and I swallowed, my heart fluttering.

So beautiful…

“Let’s get yours off now.” She lifted her hand and ran her now slimy fingers that she’d rubbed herself with over my lips. I shivered and licked them on impulse. Sweet, musky and viscous. Her scent filled my nose and overwhelmed me. She yanked my dress firmly and pulled it over my upper body like it was the trick where you yanked off the tablecloth without letting anything fall from the top. With my dress off, she unfastened and detangled my bra from my arms, leaving me mostly naked.

I looked up at her with my heart hammering. Licking my lips, my breathing heavy, I was itching to know what she would do next. My imagination ran roughshod over me, thinking about what it would be.

All that was left were my panties. She slid down my body and gently stroked her fingers over my crotch through the soft, soggy fabric.

SQUISH

“Ahhhnnn…” Her touch made my legs twitch apart and tremble. I realized that that part of me wanted most of the attention now and she knew that. My stomach ached with need.

“You’re going to have to ride home in those messy panties,” Aoi pointed out.

I flushed, nodding. “I know… More…” I mumbled, embarrassed.

“So greedy,” she giggled as she lifted herself off me and the sofa and tangled her fingers in my panties, pulling them down my legs. I felt the slick crotch slide against my skin as they went down, leaving a slimy trail down to my ankles and then they were off, set aside. “I can’t say no to that sexy pleading face you’re making…”

She laid back on me, squishing her chest against mine, her nipples flicking against mine and kissed me deeply, teasing her tongue back between my lips, continuously rubbing so that our nipples continued to strike against each other. It was very easy for her tongue to take its rightful place in my mouth.

Her hands caressed their way down my hips, drifting excruciatingly slowly to the inside of my thighs, stroking me teasingly and then shifting up from there. She broke the kiss for a moment, teasing my lips with her teeth away.

“Last chance to get away from me… Run, Susu…” Aoi breathily said to me, her breath hot against my lips, her finger sliding up and down along my nude cleft brushing the little hairs up top and spreading it slightly.

“No…” I shivered, bucking, feeling the leather sofa holding me in place.

“Then you want to run?” Aoi asked softly.

“No…” I whimpered as she played with me down there.

“How much do you want this, Susu?” Aoi asked.

“More than anything else…” I mumbled. “Hurry...”

Aoi kissed me deeply and passionately, her fingers even more deftly rubbing as we kissed, making me squeal and moan into her mouth. Her kiss kept me quieter than I’d have been if she wasn’t locking my lips with hers, her tongue thrashing around mine. I breathed heavily through my nose, shivering all over. Her fingers rested against a sensitive spot and boldly stroked it.

I whimpered into her mouth, my squealing getting higher pitched.

“Mphhh…”

She kept touching and teasing that same spot, rubbing it until it throbbed, feeling as tight and erect as my nipples. With every deliberate stroke and brush of her fingers and hand, she drove me closer towards an imminent explosion.

She inexplicably slowed down, making me quiver and rub my hips against her hand. She teased and tortured me like that, kissing me, but…

There was an abrupt sensation that shocked and pleased me in a strange way.

Something plunged into me with a wet SQUELCH. My eyes widened and I whimpered, shaking my hips, bucking into it. I couldn’t help reflexively clenching. Her palm rested against the top of my cleft rubbing around, brushing that sensitive spot in ways that made me squeal even louder. Soon another finger joined the first and those two fingers danced inside me, finding more tingly spots, twisting and untwisting in ways that made me quiver in pleasure, filling the air with wet noises that embarrassed me, knowing that I was making those noises. I was nearing a point where rational thought ceased to exist. I held her fingers firmly inside me, squeezing, rocking my hips as much as I could pinned under her weight, wondering at how good it felt to have her fingers inside me.

My eyes closed as my body shuddered, feeling like fireworks went off inside me. I squealed and moaned into her mouth, melting.