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Longing 2	By : Bishonen Category: +M through R > Phantom Brave Views: 1426 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Marona hummed happily as she walked into the bathroom. She turned on the water, letting it get pleasantly warm before putting the stopper in the tub. Thinking back to just a few hours ago, when she had left Castile’s house, a faint blush came to her face. As much as she loved Ash and all the other phantoms, Castile was different in several ways. For one thing, there was a big difference between a real, living human and the phantoms. At times she almost wished she had never been born with her power, and on a few especially dark days, that she had just never been born. But she kept those thoughts hidden from Ash; he worried enough already, and she’d hate to make him feel worse, especially when he was already doing everything he could to help.
But ever since meeting the other girl, those unhappy thoughts had become rare to the point that she could barely recall them. But new thoughts had taken their place. Thoughts that Marona didn’t fully understand...sitting on the bed with Castile, talking about books and other things, she couldn’t help but notice how warm Castile’s hand felt when they brushed against each other, or the sweet fragrance of her hair when she leaned in close.
Marona snapped back to reality for a moment when she noticed the tub was nearly full. It would be bad if it overflowed.
As Marona began to undress, thoughts of Castile came floating back into her mind. Even with the loose-fitting gown she wore, it was obvious the girl was very thin, very delicate. Sometimes Marona would worry that her friend might be a little worse than she let on, and that she was hiding her suffering, much like Marona hid her own problems. Even so, Marona still thought that Castile looked very pretty. Her small frame, long chestnut hair and eyes, and her smile, they were all so pretty. And her lips...the cutest shade of pink, and looking so soft! More than once Marona had been tempted to lean in and steal a small peck from those soft pink lips, but she was worried what reaction Castile might have, so she held back on those thoughts.
Looking down at her own body, Marona felt a bit of heat build up in her tummy. While her chest had only barely started to develop, having nothing in common with the beautiful bounty possessed by Sienna, there was the beginning of something. There was not really enough to call breasts, but still...there was a hint, at least. Down lower, there were some faint wisps of light green hair around her special place. Reaching down, she lightly stroked them, cooing a little at the ticklish feeling of it.
Still touching herself, Marona felt a bit of moisture gathering along her slit. Bringing her fingers up, she played with the slightly sticky fluid, rubbing her fingertips together, enjoying the slick feel of it. The first time she had noticed the wetness had been on one of the days she had visited Castile. At first she had thought that she might have had an accident, but she was far too old for that, and the way it felt was completely different.
At one point she had thought about asking Ash, but it would have been far too embarrassing for both of them. She had also considered Castile, since she read so much, but again, it would have been more than she could handle. But a few days ago, when she had met with Sienna, she had worked up the nerve when Ash wasn’t in the room, and the older woman’s answer actually left her more confused than she had been before.
As Sienna had explained, it meant she was aroused, a word Marona had to look up. When she did, she couldn’t stop blushing for nearly an entire day, and visiting Castile had been especially awkward. After all, "aroused" meant that she liked Castile the way most girls liked guys, and as far as Marona knew, that wasn’t how the world worked. She had enough trouble fitting in with the rest of the world already, and now she found just one more thing that separated her from the rest of it.
Sighing heavily, Marona dipped a toe in the bath. In the long minutes of thought, the water had cooled. Not too much, but enough that she needed to get in and stop standing around. As she sank into the water, she could feel another tingling between her legs, the warmth of the water against her quim making her breath hitch for a second.
Letting one hand drift down, she began to lightly stroke herself. She wasn’t entirely sure just when she found out how good it felt to rub her special place. All she could really remember was that after one night of playing with Castile, she had woken up feeling very hot and almost itchy down there, but not in the normal way--it was deeper, and kind of pleasant. She had touched herself for the first time that night, and it had been amazing.
As her fingers ran along the length of her slit, Marona became aware of how hard her nipples had gotten. Using her free hand, she rubbed a finger over one of the small nubs. The shock of pleasure made her jerk, sending a small splash of water over the edge of the tub, but she hardly noticed.
Pinching her nipple between her fingers, she began to gently roll it, her hip mimicking the motions, creating small waves in the bath. Closing her eyes, Marona thought of Castile in the bath with her. Her long brown hair would be pulled up, but still looking as pretty as ever, and her light skin would be coated with water, glistening beautifully. Speeding up her fingers, Marona tried to fill in the details of just what Castile would really look like naked. Her chest would be even flatter than Marona’s own, but with light pink nipples still standing out proudly, standing out twice as far as Marona's. Her crotch would be still smooth, without any trace of hair.
Speeding her finger up, Marona thought of just what she’d want to do if Castile were to join her. She would want to kiss her, of course. For a moment, her hand left her chest and traced along her lips. As she did, there was a spark, almost like static, along her mouth, and how much more intense it would be if Castile were the one to do it...
Marona’s body shuddered hard, sending another splash of water over the edge of the tub. Deep inside, Marona knew she was nearing the edge. Though she didn’t know what the proper name for it, she knew that it was powerful and wonderful.
Refocusing on her fantasy, she thought about laying back with Castile resting in her arms. She could nuzzle against that lovely mass of chestnut hair that smelled so wonderfully pleasant. Her arms could easily wrap around the other girl’s waist, and pull her all the closer. At first they would just lay together in the warm water, just enjoying the feel of it and each other. Then Marona’s hands would slide along her friend's body, one to her flat chest with its perky nipples, the other to her slit, just as her hands were doing to herself now.
As she would touch the other girl, Castile would moan and sigh, her small voice sounding so cute. At the same time, Marona would rock her hips, pressing against Castile’s back, her soft skin rubbing wonderfully against her most sensitive area.
Marona had to bite her lip to keep from crying out as another intense jolt of pleasure shot through her petite frame. Remembering something she had discovered a few days ago, she traced her fingers along her slit until she found the small bump near the top.
Taking a deep breath to brace herself, she gave it a very gentle pinch. Her body jerked so hard that a large amount sloshed out of the bath, but Marona hardly cared anymore. She had only been playing with herself for a few weeks, and still discovered new things that felt better every few days, and this spot was one of the best.
Thinking of Castile again, she imagined what the brunette’s reaction would be if she were to do the same to her, her head tossed back as a sharp cry, almost pained, escaped her, but Marona knew well enough that it would really be pleasure. In that moment, Marona would steal yet another kiss, silencing her and adding to the overwhelming sensation of it.
The more Marona thought about kissing, the more other ideas began to form. If kissing her would feel so great, what if she were to kiss her lower lips the same way? Or if they were to let their lower lips kiss while sharing a more mundane one above?
That final thought was the last that Marona could take. Biting down on her lip so hard it nearly hurt, her whole body shook as waves of pleasure washed over her the same way the water lapped over the edge of the bath. Throughout this tsunami of bliss that washed over her, all she could think of was Castile, a frenzied, uncontrollable flurry of images of kissing her, touching her, holding her, listening to her screams and wrenching one after another from her.
When the last of the tingling died down, Marona took several deep breaths. She could feel a bit of sweat on her forehead. Cupping a handful of water, she washed her face. Looking over the side, Marona saw that the floor was nearly flooded, but even so, it was one of the best baths she’d had in while. One day...maybe one day, she could have another, with the real Castile.
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