Misha Scene 1 - The First Step

I awaken to the sound of blankets rustling, the image of someone trying to find a comfortable position on the bed becoming apparent to my eyes as they adjust to the darkness.

Upon closer inspection, locks of pink hair poke up from under the covers...

"Misha, what are you doing?"

A familiar face pops out from under the covers.

"Ah."

"Shicchan's dad stays up til 3 in the morning yelling on the phone, and he's in the room right next to mine. Just one night~?"

I let out a long sigh.

...Wait, why am I acting annoyed here?

Even though Misha is loud and obnoxious, she's still a girl. A pretty cute girl at that. Wouldn't it be completely backwards for a guy to refuse this cute girl a place in his bed?

"Alright, fine. Just for tonight though, who knows what Shizune would say if she walked in on this."

Misha visibly flinches

"Yeah, that would be a catastophe~!" Misha whispers with a giggle after regaining her composure.

"I wouldn't mind though~, maybe Shicchan could hop in with us!"

This time, I'm the one that reels back.

"Yeah, right. Let's just go ahead and get to sleep, she'll probably try to wake us up super early in the morning anyway."

Misha nods slightly and scoots closer.

In addition to my senses being overwhelmed by her strawberry-scented hair, a strange yet satisfying softness now rubs up against my belly. It isn't unpleasant in any way, but this is certainly something not within my range of experiences.

"Night, Hicchan~"

I try to return the notion to her, only to zone out as blood rushes to my head.

Misha's are a lot bigger than they look, huh?

She leans her head against my chest and wraps her arms around my torso, managing to exaggerate the warmth squishing up against me.

You know, It's not every day a pretty girl asks to share the bed with you, and then takes it a step further by cuddling up to you. I knock the protests out of my head and turn on my side, wrapping one arm around her shoulders and savoring the softness against my stomach as she shifts into my embrace.

Before long, my eyes shut and I fall into nightly rest.

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The sound of spring birds chirping outside drags me out of slumber. I sit up in the bed, surprised at the lack of a certain pink-haired girl next to me. I guess Shizune's early-rising habits have managed to rub off on her less disciplined half.

I rise up to the side of the bed and rub the sleep from my eyes, yawning contentedly as I shuffle over to the door.

Oh, Misha's still here.

Staring like a deer caught in the headlights.

Barely clothed, at that.

Her smooth skin basks in the sunlight, her body covered only by a pair of white panties, a pink bow sitting cutely on the front. The shirt lies in a crumpled pile nearby, while her pajama shorts hang from her dainty hands.

...Well isn't this a tad bit cliche? Guy wakes up in a room to find his female classmate changing. All we need to have a 5-star scene is to have her slap me so hard I fly out the window.

Wait, why the heck am I thinking of something so trivial when there's a half-naked girl across the room?

My eyes gloss over every inch of her amazing figure – she isn't amazingly slim like Shizune, but the curves and contours of her feminine form meld nicely with her creamy complexion.

I can feel my heartrate rising, and the gentleman inside me implores that I look away.

But I can't.

Misha has no trouble reacting, however, throwing her pajama pants to the side before covering her soft chest with both hands and turning her back to me.

Her quick movements snap my brain back into sense, and I immediately turn around

“SORRY, SORRY, I GOT CAUGHT UP IN THE M-”

“Hicchan! Don't you know better than to stare at a girl while she's changing! Your mother would be ashamed of you!”

Her words spell anger and chastisement, but her tone says nothing less than "oh you~". Why do girls have to be so needlessly complicated?

“How was I supposed to know you would be changing when I woke up?!”

“Well maybe you should've knocked!”

I let out a frustrated sigh. “You slept in my bed! Maybe you should've gone into the bathroom to change or something!”

“Shicchan and her dad are having breakfast downstairs, they'd see me! You know exactly what Shicchan would think if she saw me walking out of your room in the morning!”

Her logic is sound, but still, there's no reason she couldn't have woken me up to warn me, or maybe just gone back to sleep.

“Alright, fine. Just finish up before I decide to turn around...”

Suprisingly, Misha giggles a bit.

“Hicchan wouldn't so something so scandalous~. If you want to sneak a peek, you'll have to do it while I'm not looking~!”

It almost sounds like a challenge

The pitter-patter of her gentle feet pacing around the room fills my ears as she looks for something, maybe her overnight bag or the change of clothes she brought with her.

My heart starts to calm down, but my brain doesn't. Her soft skin, her haggard bedhead, and the warm curves of her figure...

There's no way I could call myself a man without trying.

I'm a teenager, there's no shame in trying. There are men who have braved natural disasters to behold something like this.

I steel my resolve and slowly inch around, using my peripheral vision as best I can to make sure she isn't just baiting me.

My expectations are blown entirely out of the water as her body comes into sight, her back turned. She's holding both arms to the ceiling, a gentle moan escaping her throat as she stretches.

My senses nearly explode as my eyes take in all of her. Her slim legs meeting at an amazing pair of wide, sensuous hips. Her perfectly round butt filling out the cute panties. The gentle light reflecting off of her smooth, bare back. And most of all, her bountiful chest hanging freely, just barely visible from behind as she stretches.

Good lord, I think I might go insane. I never truly understood why men fight over beautiful girls until now.

I feel my eyes sliding over every minute inch of her gorgeous form, blood rushing through every vein in my head as her image overloads my sight.

Before I can even catch myself, however, her head quickly jerks around, as though this were an elaborate trap and I were just gullible enough to dive in headfirst.

“Hicchan! To think that you'd have to nerve to peek not once, but twice!”

I try as best I can to turn around, but she catches me halfway

“No point in turning around now, you've got some explaining to do~!”

She faces me, one hand on her hip while the other covers her voluptuous chest.

I can't say it wasn't worth it, but regardless, I get on my knees and hang my head in shame.

“So, why would you try it again, Hicchan? Am I just that beautiful~?" she asks playfully.

I hold my silence. Answering honestly couldn't possibly make the situation any better.

“Are you going to answer or not?”

Her bare foot starts tapping on the floor impatiently.

“I”m sorry, but you can't really blame a guy for wanting to see something nice...”

A sugar-coated excuse. There's no way she'd fall for that.

“No, I can't, can I? Wahaha~!”

Not what I was expecting.

“I'm not mad, Hicchan. I just wanted to know why you did it.”

I try to respond to her playful words, but only silence ensues.

“I'll accept your apology on one condition...”

I brace myself for the worst punishment she can think of.

“What did you think?”

...What.

Before I can even think the question over, my mouth bursts open

“How do you expect me to answer that? I'm making myself look like a pervert no matter what I say!”

“Just answer honestly! I could never get mad at you, Hicchan~!”

It'd be easier to answer if I knew what she was going for. Is she fishing for compliments? Or does she want me to criticize her like Shizune? I rake my head for answers before simply opening my mouth again.

“Well...you're really, um, beautiful.”

“You'll have to be more specific than that, Hicchan~!”

Oh come on. What am I supposed to say?!

“You've got a really nice, uh, figure...”

“Hmmmmmm~? What's so nice about it?”

She's obviously trying to get something out of me. I guess I just have to play along with her game.

“Everything?”

Exaggeration. That should work.

“Oh c'mon Hicchan, we both know you were looking somewhere more specific~”

Alright, I see what she's doing here. Like hell I'll lose at this game!

“Your breasts!”

I don't have to be looking up to know that she flinched.

“What about them, Hicchan?”

“They're big and plump and they look really soft and I just want to squeeze them!”

We stare off for a moment before Misha bursts into laughter.

“WAHAHAHA~ Hicchan, I didn't know you liked breasts that much~”

I feel a crimson flood wash over my face as I realize what I let myself say.

“It's okay Hicchan, it's natural for guys to like things like that. I can't help but be attracted to them too~!” As if to taunt me, she puffs out her chest and squeezes them with her arms, emphasizing her sizable cleavage.

Needless to say, her words of reassurance don't really help much. Before long, the room has died back down to relative silence, with the curvy girl in front of me still standing in just her cute panties as though it were a natural thing to do with a guy in the room.

“Hey, Hicchan. Close your eyes.”

No better options. I decide to oblige her request.

The gentle pattering of her feet makes its way around the room once more. I assume that she tries to finish getting dressed in peace, until the sound of the door handle clicking and being tested fills my ears.

Wait, what?

Before my brain can process all the possibilities, Misha has paced over from the door and turned, falling backwards into my lap. The softness of her supple rear against my lower half reawakens my senses.

“Misha?! What are you doing?!”

“Just having a little fun, Hicchan~!”

“What could you possibly mean by f-”

She wiggles around a bit, cutting me off.

“Hey Hicchan, does it feel good when I do this?”

She grips the sides of the bed and rocks her hips back and forth for a few seconds before looking back at me expectantly.

Misha's little game more than arouses my adolescent mind, my crotch starting to bulge outwards from the stimulation.

“Hicchan! There's something poking me in the butt!” Misha points out playfully, giggling as though it were tickling her.

Her playful tone is more than enough to egg on my embarrassment. It's not that she isn't attractive, or that I dislike this treatment at all, I just don't know what to say. All I can do is let a quiet groan escape my throat.

Misha's face condenses into a playful grin as she starts to rock back and forth once more. Her soft, round butt perfectly eclipses my lower half, sending goosebumps up my body as she grinds on my lap.  As if that weren't enough, the sound of her cute panties rubbing up against my pajama pants does nothing but fuel the pandemonium going on in my head.

It would hardly be far fetched to say that my brain exploded at this point.

Another short groan escapes my mouth. This time Misha slyly giggles before turning around.

“Come on Hicchan, my butt can't possibly feel that good~!”

I wrest control of my mind from my genitals and look her straight in the eyes.

“Why are you doing this?!”

“Wh~at? You don't like it?”

My mouth bursts open in retaliation.

“No, it feels amazing, I just want to know why you suddenly feel compelled to give me the better half of a lap dance!”

Misha laughs again, harder this time.

"I just don't understand. I've only known you for a few months at most, and I doubt you've had feelings for me welled up in that short of a time."

She gives me a gentle stare for a few seconds before going on.

“Wahaha~ Hicchan, have you ever heard the phrase 'girls just want to have fun'?”

What's left of my brain implodes into a steaming mass.

“What.”

“You've never wanted to do something like this with such a beautiful girl~?”

“No, it's not that, it's just, fun? I figured this was something couples did, not two members of the same club.”

Misha stops moving, leaving my crotch perfectly cradled in her soft behind.

“I've always wondered what it's like to be with a guy, and you're not half-bad looking.” she says with a coy smile.

Once again, my mind goes blank.

“What.”

Misha looks at me wistfully before explaining.

“I've always been fascinated with Shizune, but I've never really focused on what guys are like. You seemed like the best option, because we're friends and all...”

I look at her in complete confusion. She's 'fascinated' by Shizune? There is no way Misha could be...

“I'll explain it to you at a better time, Hicchan. Just let me do this for now~?”

Her amber eyes stare into mine, that gentle frown probing my mind as if to tell me that this is the only thing in the world she wants. Her pleading moans don't do much to increase my chances of refusing as well.

“...I could hardly say no to that, could I?”

Of course, I act shy and try to answer in roundabout ways, but the bulging mass throbbing against her soft bottom can hardly be anything but frank.

Misha's expression jumps back into a grin as she turns around and starts wiggling her rear again.

“But don't think I'm going to sit back and let you do whatever you want!”

As I finish my sentence, I sit up and slide my hands under her arms, positioning them over the jiggling masses that accentuate her femininity.

However, before I can sink my fingers into the voluptuous melons enticingly dangled from her healthy chest...

“I don't think so, Hicchan~.”

My train of thought screeches to a halt.

Misha stops abruptly and stands up, facing me with her hands on her hips – still baring her deliciously plump breasts for all to see.

“I don't want this to get out of hand, Hicchan. Try to keep your hands to yourself, okay~?”

You're kidding me.

It wouldn't annoy me so much if she didn't say it with such a devious grin.  Or if she didn't stand with her chest inches away from my face, her exposed nipples slightly erect and taunting me.

“Just bear with it for now. I promise you'll get something rea~lly nice if you follow the rules!”

As if my state of mind couldn't get any worse, now it's filled with images of the possible “rewards”. She does have really soft hands...Her lips don't seem bad at all either. And good lord can you imagine what it would feel like if she did it with her breasts?

Might as well humor her, since she could always just walk out and leave me stewing in my lust. Wouldn't that be a shame?

I settle down a bit and lean back onto the bed, supporting myself with my arms to ensure I can't lose control. I let out a deep sigh as she smirks at me, giggling while repositioning her rear on my lap. She shifts around, adjusting the position of her butt until she seems content that I lie snugly between her supple cheeks.

I can't complain about this, can I? May as well be grateful that there's a cute, busty girl in nothing but her panties grinding on my crotch at all.

Those soft hands latch onto my thighs, her back arching as her hips once more sway to and fro, the motion of her bottom growing more pleasurable as she figures out where exactly my crotch bulges through the two layers of clothing.

“Hey Hicchan, am I good at this?” she says without facing me, the undulating motions of her hips refusing to cease.

“I've never really been in a situation like this before, but it certainly feels nice enough...”

A straightforward answer to a straightforward question.

“Oh stop acting all shy, I already told you I won't get mad~.”

Her statement barely registers in my mind, which is mostly overloaded with the sensations coursing through my entire body. I reassure myself that any guy would be unable to think straight in a situation like this.

She looks back and checks my expression every so often as her curvaceous bottom rocks back and forth, shuffling into me before sliding away, stopping and shimmying back up before arriving at my balls.

Beads of sweat start to gather on her back as her entire body moves with an arousing rhythm, her large breasts swaying and jiggling flirtatiously as she rocks back and forth. The physical action has caused her cute panties to be pulled down, exposing her butt.

Which is nothing short of amazing. If only the pressure building between my hips wasn't a painful reminder that this would have to end eventually.

“Hey, Misha, I'm, uhhh...”

I try to stutter out the famous phrase used by men throughout the ages, but simply can't bring myself to say it.

“Don't worry, Hicchan~, I've studied this before!”

What.

Before I can even question her cliché statement, my entire body starts to tense up.

She grips my thighs harder, digging her curvaceous butt into my lower half faster and faster. Gentle moans escape her throat from the physical exertion, which hardly go well with the exasperated groans leaking from my mouth.

"It's okay, Hicchan, let yourself go whenever you feel like it~!"

Between her encouraging words and encouraging hips, I never had a chance.

I let out a long, satisfied sigh, barely managing to bite my lower lip off by the end. I steal one last glance at Misha's exposed breasts as she stretches her legs out before lethargically laying back into me, settling into my chest. The warmth radiating from her exposed torso has a strange comfort to it, making me rest my chin on her head.

“Men react in more int~er~es~ting ways than girls do! We'll have to find some other time to try this again, Hicchan~."

I barely even think of her incredibly arousing statement as I fall back onto the bed, wincing at the strange and uncomfortable wetness in my underwear.

"And you even followed the rules too. Such a gentleman~, I wonder what your reward will be..."

"I could let you play with my boobs. Or maybe we could do this again without any clothes on~, wahaha~"

The mere thought of having my bare you-know-what against her soft butt would drive me insane if I wasn't already exhausted. Misha keeps listing off different possibilities for the next encounter, which I can't even begin to fathom after today. The 'session' has more than drained all of my stamina, leaving me heaving on the bed. Surprisingly enough, my heart has managed to go without acting up.

Well, that was a great way to start the morning.