Friends

                                                            Friends


There was an awkward silence, and Hisao settled for the obvious question, trying to spark a conversation;

Hisao: 'So, uh... How'd you two meet?'

Rin seemed content to let Emi answer this question. Perhaps she didn't care enough to stop eating her lunch a few seconds to answer it.

The question sent Emi to travel back in her memories, to something she had never forgotten, and never would. She could still see it in her mind, and remember every detail; What it looked like, all the sounds, and the smell...
The distinct smell of paint, everywhere, but mostly on herself; She was dripping blue paint from the neck down.

It was her second week at Yamaku, early in the morning. She knew it was going to happen at some point, so when the hazing committee surrounded her - not giving her any chance to make a run for it - it didn't surprise her. They blindfolded her and led her to the gym, two girls dragging her by her wrists. They made her change into a swimsuit, thankfully giving her some privacy for that. It was a white, one-piece swimsuit, probably the standard uniform of the swimming team. "Lucky they have my size", thought Emi. Soon as she came out of the changing room, they kept dragging her in another area of the gym. She could hear them all laughing and yelling things, but she didn't care. She would let it happen, then it would be over, and she would go back to run on the track like nothing happened.

When they asked to pick a color, she timidly said "blue?" without thinking, not caring too much about why they asked; She would know soon enough, Emi figured. And she did, a few minutes later, when they removed her blindfold... but not before pouring the content of probably a dozen paint cans - blue - all over her, covering her from the neck down. "Well, at least they made me change", she thought. Not that her PE uniform being covered in paint would've been a big deal. Her legs were a whole different issue though; The paint wouldn't damage them, not any more than Emi running in the mud or the rain would, anyway. But unless she wanted to spend the rest of her time at Yamaku with blue legblades, she would need to scrub them clean. This wasn't a pressing concern though, not as important as the situation at hand.

The girls - they were all girls in the committee, and Emi was thankful for that - took some pictures of her, and Emi had a silent prayer about these pictures not being posted somewhere for everyone to see, but there wasn't much she could do about it;

Hazing committee's leader: 'Don't worry, we're just taking pictures for ourselves. To see the change, before and after!'
Emi: 'But you didn't even take pictures before?'
Hazing committee's leader: 'This is the before!'

Emi wasn't sure what she meant, but they didn't let her ask more questions. "Whatever", she thought. Surely, all new students had to go through the same thing, and she would too.
She looked at her arms, more specifically the paint; She expected it to dry quickly on her skin, and on her swimsuit, but it seemed like a special kind of paint, didn't seem to dry out as fast as paint usually did. Looked more liquid, or perhaps more... slimy?

Hazing committee's leader: 'Don't worry about the paint on your skin. It washes well. And it's not toxic or anything, you can even eat some if you want!'
Emi: 'Thanks, I'll pass.'

The girls made fun of her for a few minutes, teasing her, calling her names, pouring more paint wherever they missed a spot, and when they considered they did a good job, they stopped, waiting for Emi to speak up. She didn't know if they had anything in mind, whether or not she should keep silent, but she didn't really care and asked right away;

Emi: 'Ok, now what? That's it?'

The leader of the group smiled at her, and replied;

Hazing committee's leader: 'Yup, that's it! You can get in there to take a shower, then we'll give you back your clothes, and we'll go on our way to get the next girl!'

"Well, this wasn't so bad", Emi thought, as they walked her to a room she never visited; There were at least three shower rooms in Yamaku, so Emi didn't question it, but when she entered the room, she realized they tricked her; It wasn't a shower room at all, more like a cleaned up storage room. The floor was covered in gym mats, and there was another girl in there, also covered in paint from neck to toes. The girl's arms ended in a stump just before the elbow, something made even more apparent by the fact that she was wearing a swimsuit, just like Emi. She was just standing still, as if she was waiting for something to happen.

Emi: 'Guessing you picked yellow?'

The girl didn't say anything, simply looking at her, or past her; Emi wasn't sure. When she heard the door being closed and locked behind her, Emi turned around, and saw the large sign above the door;
"Come out when you're both green!" was written in big letters. She heard more laughter coming from behind the doors, and she pondered the sign; "When we're green, what-".
When Emi realized what she would have to do, what... They would have to do, her heart skipped a beat.

She tried to come up with a way to cheat the game, or to avoid it altogether, but couldn't come up with anything. She could probably break that door and make for a run, she knew she was faster than any of these girls, and stronger too. But if all girls went through this, she didn't want to be the one girl who made a scene, the one girl who wouldn't be part of the team. Much as she hated it... She would go for it. "Might as well introduce myself", she thought.

Emi: 'Hi... Looks like we're in this together? I'm Emi.'
Rin: 'You're blue.'

The girl finally said something. Stating the obvious, if nothing more. Well, this was a start.

Emi: 'Yeah... I guess. You have a name? Or should I call you Yellow?'
Rin: 'I have a name. Rin. Tezuka Rin, that's my name. You can call me Yellow if you like.'

Emi paused a moment, trying to make sense of what that weird girl was saying, and to remember her name. Rin spoke up again after a few seconds;

Rin: 'I wish I was yellow.'

Emi wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but she opted to play along. Given what they would have to do, it would be better if they were comfortable with one another... As much as they could, in the few minutes they would have to do what needed to be done.

Emi: 'Well, you seem pretty yellow to me, right?'
Rin: 'I do? Thank you.'

Did she take this for a compliment? What a strange girl.

Rin: 'So why are you here?'
Emi: 'Huh? For the hazing, like you? The initiation? Just to get it done so we can go on with our lives I suppose.'
Rin: 'No, I mean here. Yamaku. Why aren't you in a normal school? You seem pretty normal to me.'

"Compared to you, I'm sure most people would seem normal..." was what Emi thought, but she didn't voice it out loud. Wouldn't be wise to anger her, in their situation. The problem was, other than that, Emi didn't know what to say. She didn't want to talk about her accident, and certainly not to some random weird girl she just met. Emi tried to figure out whether she was partially blind - without directly asking; Couldn't she see Emi's legblades?

Emi: 'Can't you guess?'

It came out a bit angrier than she would've liked, but she didn't want to talk about this.

Rin: 'Oh, I'm sure I can. I'm good at guessing.'

Rin gaze dropped to the floor, and it looked like she was staring at her big toe. "What the hell is she doing", thought Emi, when Rin looked up again, apparently having an answer to the great riddle of Emi's disability;

Rin: 'Are you a dwarf?'

Emi's mouth opened in surprise, but she quickly regained her composure.

Emi: 'What are you talking about? I'm not that short. Just... a bit short.'
Rin: 'Oh. Do I get three guesses, like with a genie?'

"Aren't genies usually granting wishes, and not guesses?". Emi didn't want to start a long conversation with her, so she tried to bring her back to her reason to be at Yamaku;

Emi: 'Look at me, I'm sure you can figure it out!'

She raised one of her legblades, making it quite obvious... But Rin, oblivious, stared at her up and down, trying to solve the big mystery; After a careful analysis, she came to a conclusion;

Rin: 'Are you a hermaphrodite?'
Emi: 'What are you talking about?'
Rin: 'You have a boy's chest, but a girl's face.'
Emi: 'That's not what a herma-... Hey, I don't have a boy's chest! I'm a girl, hello! Plus, why would a hermaphrodite come to a school for the disabled?'
Rin: 'Then why are you here?'

"Is she making fun of me?". Emi was trying her best not to get angry, but she wasn't making it easy. Well, at least she's not blind, if she could see my chest, my face... Emi raised her legblade again, even higher, pointing it directly at Rin.

Emi: 'Can't you see that I don't have legs?'
Rin: 'Is that your disability?'
Emi: '...Yeah?'
Rin: 'Oh. I see. I didn't think it would count, because you have new ones.'
Emi: 'Well, it does. So, should we get on with this paint thing?'

Emi didn't want to spend more time than she had to, with this nonsense.

Rin: 'Sure. Will I have to paint your legs too?'
Emi: 'How would you...'

Emi stopped herself; It would probably be rude to ask her how she would paint her, without arms. Emi figured she would have to do most of it, pooling some yellow paint off Rin, to mix it with her own blue paint to make green, before applying it on the both of them.

Rin: 'I'm good at painting. I paint a lot.'
Emi: 'I'm sure you do! Now, let's get to it.'

Emi moved closer, warily; "Hopefully she's not skittish", she hoped. She pondered where to begin... Surely not the swimsuit area, too intimate. Not the legs, same reason. The arms would've been the obvious choice, but Emi wasn't sure how sensitive Rin was about other people touching her stumps. In the end, she went with it anyway, lacking a better option;
To her surprise, Rin didn't seem to care one way or the other, simply raising and lowering her arms, to ease Emi's task.

The paints mixed well, quickly turning to green wherever Emi touched Rin... Still, it was embarrassing, even for someone like Emi who didn't think much of physical contacts, especially after her time spent at the hospital, with a million doctors checking out on her stumps, her legs every day to make sure she had a normal blood flow.

Rin: 'Needs more blue. It's still too yellow.'

Her comment brought Emi back to the situation at hand; Rin was staring at her right arm as if she was trying to analyze the ratios of blue and yellow in the mix... Or maybe she had just realized what her own disability was? Emi wasn't sure what weird thoughts she had in her mind.

Emi: 'Well, we don't have more blue. There's just me. What I have on me.'
Rin: 'Story of my life. There's never enough blue.'

Emi ignored that, focused on the task at hand. After doing Rin's arms, she had to do her own; This was more difficult, as Rin didn't have hands to help her, so Emi had to find a way to do it herself. After a bit of deliberation, she opted for Rin's armpits; With Rin closing her arms on Emi's, this would be fast, painting almost the entire arm at once.

At first glance, Rin's armpits seemed to be shaven clean, And Emi thought someone from the nursing staff surely did it for her... but when she got her arms in there to mix the paints, she felt the growth, probably five millimeters long; Still, it meant that someone did it for her, just not on a daily basis. "Maybe I could help her with that?", thought Emi. "It's no big deal". But this was a thought for another day.

With both girl's arms being a shade of green - with tiny bits of blue and yellow here and there - Emi next focused on Rin's neck.

Emi: 'Stand still, gonna do your neck now.'

Soon as she said that, Rin eyes opened a little bit more, then her entire body stopped moving, like she was a statue; Emi never meant it quite literally, but she found out Rin wasn't one to take half measures. Still, it was easier for Emi to do it that way, and Rin's neck quickly turned into the same kind of green they had on their arms.

Emi pondered how she would get her own neck green... Rin doing it with her stump would be both difficult, and awkward. "I'll think of something later", she thought.
All this rubbing and mixing had spread the paint thin on her arms, and Emi wasn't sure she could do it all the same way. Plus, it would take a long time. She had to find some other way; "Oh, that would work..."

Emi: 'Hey, we're gonna do both our chests at once, is that ok? I'm gonna come close. Like a hug.'
Rin: 'Oh. Sure.'

Emi moved close to Rin, pressed her chest against hers, and started moving from left to right, to mix the paints. It was easy to do, both girls being rather small in the chest area, there was nothing in the way. To get it done faster, Emi moved even closer and wrapped her arm around Rin to get a better grip, and better control. "Just like a hug!", Emi thought. But when she saw Rin's eyes grow big, she felt like she had made a terrible mistake;

She didn't have any time to react, when suddenly Rin moved back, breaking the embrace... And kicked her in the stomach.
Rin had a surprising amount of strength in that scrawny body of hers, at least in her legs. Emi was in shock more than in pain, but she still felt it, hard.

Emi: 'What the hell, Rin? Are you crazy?'

Rin looked like she didn't know what to say, but eventually, she replied.

Rin: '...Sorry. I thought you were trying to wrestle with me.'
Emi: 'Why would I want to wrestle with you? I was just mixing paint on our chest. It was like a hug. Do you kick everyone who hugs you?'
Rin: 'I don't get a whole lot of hugs.'
Emi: 'I can see why, if you always react like that!'

Emi spoke in anger, but felt a bit sad once she took a second to think about what Rin said, about not getting hugs. Anger or sadness, she didn't want any lingering bad feels to stay between them. And she wanted to take revenge for the kick, and so...

Emi: 'If I wanted to wrestle with you...'

Emi crouched a little, like a tiger about to pounce on its prey;

Emi: 'I would've done this!'

Emi threw herself forward at Rin with great speed, tackling her, making them both fall on top of the gym mats. She had expected Rin to put up some resistance, especially after that kick, but after she tried to roll out of Emi's grasp without success, first to the left, then to the right, she gave up and looked at Emi, waiting to see what she would do next.

When Emi realized the fight was over before it even began, she went back to the situation at hand. In this position, mixing the paint on their chest was even easier, she only had to rub herself on top of rin.

Rin: 'It tickles.'
Emi: 'Oh, sorry.'

Emi was about to do it some other way, when an impish thought crossed her mind; "I didn't get much revenge for that kick..."

Emi: 'Nevermind that, I'm not sorry at all!'

Without any warning, Emi started tickling Rin, under the arm, on the neck, on the sides, everywhere; This time, she got a reaction from Rin, who tried to get out of her grasp again, but Emi was expecting it, and held her under her, with her arms, legs, and body, laying on top of her. Emi was much stronger than Rin, so it wasn't much of a challenge, but she didn't want to risk giving Rin even an inch of space, fearing she would use any opportunity to kick her again.

Unable to move out of it or fight back, Rin had no choice but to let it happen, and for the first time, Emi saw her smile, then laugh; She kept wriggling like an eel, but it wasn't like she was trying to get out, more of an involuntary reaction. It also had the unintended consequence to spread some paint around, and after a moment, even Rin's hair was covered in yellow paint, with some streaks of green and blue; Emi's own paint was dripping on top of her in their struggle, one drop of blue paint even falling on Rin's nose.

Without thinking, Emi tried to clean it with her right hand, but it only spread more paint from her hand, now on Rin's cheek as well. When she saw what she did, Emi couldn't help laughing, and Rin followed suit a few seconds later when she realized what happened.

Emi: 'Sorry Rin! I'll take it off.'

The only part of Emi's body that wasn't covered in paint was her face, so she moved closer and rubbed her left cheek against Rin's right, trying to take the paint off... Without much success. The paint was simply spread thinner on Rin's face, and Emi soon realized that the only reason this happened, is likely because her own face had to be covered in paint as well now. She was shocked by the realization, but Rin simply smiled while looking at her face, a smile that says it all to Emi;

Emi: 'It's not funny!'
Rin: 'I think it is.'
Emi: 'Oh yeah? How about that, then?'

She passed her hands in Rin's face and hair, spreading more paint around. Rin took a second, then opened her mouth again.

Rin: 'Hmm... Nope. Still funny! Besides, we'll have to do it at some point.'
Emi: 'Might as well do it now then!'

She pooled some paint from the side of Rin's swimsuit with her hand, and used it on her pigtails, turning them a bright yellow, with a touch of green. Rin was staring at her with a puzzled look on her face, until Emi moved higher on top of Rin, holding her pigtail in her hand, to use it as some kind of brush to cover Rin's face in paint.

Rin: 'Tickles. Tickles ag-'

A fit of laughter caught her again, and she couldn't finish her sentence. Rin wriggled again, this time more like a kid trying to dodge a kiss from an aunt at a family reunion, turning her head to the side. "She's adorable", Emi thought. She only managed to give a few brushes on her cheek and a lot in her hair, with all the struggling and laughing. Emi's pigtail was dry again, and she waited for Rin to stop laughing before giving it another shot.

When she did stop, Rin faced Emi again, looking at her with her big, green eyes. A tiny smile was still on her lips, as she tried to keep herself from laughing again, but Emi picked up on it.

Emi: 'Still think it's funny?'
Rin: 'I think you're pretty funny.'

"I'm funny?" Emi felt herself blushing, and tried to clear her mind... But seeing Rin's smile, and the paint her hair and face, made it difficult to think of anything else; She wanted to regain control of the situation, and fast;

Emi: 'Well, let's see if you still think I'm funny...'

Emi wasn't sure what to do next, but when Rin's lips parted slightly, threatening another smile... Without thinking, Emi pressed her lips against hers;
At first, she meant it as some kind of prank, like putting your wet finger into someone's ear. But when she felt Rin's reaction to it, how she stopped struggling and laughing, Emi felt it become less of a prank, and more of a kiss; She lingered there a moment, unsure what else to do, or what she would say afterward, when she would break the kiss...
When she did, Rin was the first to speak;

Rin: 'Are you painting my lips?'

The first to speak nonsense, anyway. But Emi blushed heavily this time, and she pondered just leaving, embarrassed;
Rin - who usually never picked up on anything - somehow chose this moment to pick up on something, and realized Emi was troubled.

Rin: 'Should we keep going?'

At first, Emi panicked even more, thinking Rin meant "Keep going with the kiss?". But after a moment, she realized what she meant;

Emi: 'Oh, yeah! Sure! Huh, what next...'

Emi turned around, like she was looking for something, though there wasn't anything to look for; The paint wasn't in a bucket somewhere to pick up, it was on them.

Emi: 'Should we do our backs then?'

Rin shrugged, and turned around, which had been Emi's intention. At least she wouldn't have to look at her eyes and her smile, for a few seconds.

Emi: 'You won't kick me or anything, right?'
Rin: 'I can't kick backward.'

Emi was just trying to lighten the mood, to change the topic, and her thoughts. Eventually, she moved to Rin and pressed herself against her back. She moved up and down a few times, then left and right, before turning around to see if it was properly mixed; "Good enough", she thought. Rin's chest and back were a nice green, but she still had some yellow on her sides;

Emi: 'Ok, I'm not gonna tickle you again, but I need to give you a touch on the sides...'
Rin: 'That's fine. I trust you.'

After a short pause, she continued;

Rin: 'But you can tickle me more if you want, I don't mind.'

Feeling the color returning to her cheek, Emi quickly moved behind Rin, and went to her sides. "I need to be green with paint", she thought. "Not blushing red".
When she was done with this, she pressed her own sides to Rin's, in some kind of side hug - ready to jump away at a moment's notice, if Rin tried to kick her again.

Emi: 'Only the legs left!'
Rin: 'You do me, I do you?'

A hint of a smile appeared on Rin's face again;

Emi: 'Rin! I mean... I don't think they'll force us to paint my legs green.'
Rin: 'I see.'

She closed her eyes and nodded sagely, as if Emi had just revealed some hidden truth of the universe.

Rin: 'I'm all yours then.'

Emi tried to stop herself from blushing, while Rin first sat on the floor, then laid on her back, opening her legs. Emi averted her eyes, but could hardly miss what was in plain sight;

Emi: 'Could you, like, close your legs?'
Rin: 'Just trying to make it easier for you.'
Emi: 'You're not making this any easier!'

Rin was seemingly confused, but she closed them nonetheless. Emi moved closer and began rubbing Rin's feet, then her ankles and her calves, moving up. She quickly noticed a problem though... She didn't have enough paint left on her hands, after all that rubbing. She reviewed all possible options in her head, before making a choice;

Emi: 'Rin, could you turn over? I mean, lay on your chest?'
Rin: 'Are we practicing for a choreography?'

Emi wasn't sure what to say to that, but Rin did what she asked anyway. "Here goes nothing", thought Emi. "Better get rid of the tough part first".
Without any warning, she sat on top of Rin, right on her ass; She moved around for a few seconds, just making sure the paint would be properly mixed, before moving down to her legs. This wasn't so bad when she didn't have to look at Rin, and Emi needed her ass to have the right paint as well, anyway, so might as well make both at once. Still, it felt very intimate, with the girls having nothing but a swimsuit on, it almost felt as if they were naked.

When she was done with Rin's legs, or at least that side, she made her turn again, and sit straight.

Emi: 'I'll need to do your thighs now, and then...'

She left the rest unsaid, unable to force the words out of her mouth. She quickly tried to involve Rin, to take some pressure off herself. "There's two of us in this..."

Emi: 'So, how do you want to do this? Don't think we got enough paint left on our hands.'
Rin: 'I don't.'

Emi couldn't help but laugh nervously; Emi's disability had never troubled her much, but after spending time at the hospital with so many others who acted like losing limbs was the end of the world, it was weird to finally meet someone who not only didn't seem to care much about her lack of arms, but also joked about it like that. Weird, but... Funny as well.
Problem was, Rin's joke allowed her to avoid the question entirely, and Emi was again forced to make a decision.

Emi moved closer, straddling Rin's left leg, trying to come up with a good way to do it, but she couldn't come up with anything that didn't feel... Inappropriate?

Emi: 'I'm going to do your legs first, between mine... That's ok?'

She was already doing it as she asked, trying to avoid looking Rin in the eyes; Emi only had legblades on, of course, and when she talked about 'between her legs', it was quite the euphemism; To anyone witnessing the scene, it would've looked more like Emi was grinding herself on Rin's leg.

Rin: 'That's fine. Like I said. I trust y-'

Just as she was saying that, Emi was done with Rin's first leg, and when she tried to move her legblade above Rin's head to move to the other side, she accidentally hit her on the side of her neck; Emi was quite athletic and flexible, but she wasn't that accurate with her legs, especially when making rare movements like those;

Rin fell flat on her back, but slowly enough that Emi knew she wasn't knocked unconscious or anything that serious.

Emi: 'Are you alright? I'm sorry.'

Emi sat on her side, gently moving Rin's hair out of the way, trying to see if there was any cut but thankfully, she seemed fine. Without thinking, Emi moved on top of Rin, passed her arms around her, and held her in a hug - putting some weight on her legs as well, still wary of Rin's kicks.

Emi: 'I'm sorry Rin...'

She stayed like that a moment in silence, when she felt something on the side of her neck; Something wet.

Rin: 'You taste good. Unless it's the paint.'

Emi moved to face her, surprised.

Emi: 'Rin, what are you doing? It's not toxic, but you probably shouldn't-'

This time, Rin was the one to make a move; She lifted her head from the mats, and before Emi could react, Rin joined lips with her, interrupting her sentence.
Emi could taste some of the paint, and hoped they were right about it not being toxic... But her mind quickly ignored these thoughts, to focus on Rin's tongue making her way inside her mouth. It didn't look like Rin knew what she was doing, as her tongue was just there, not doing anything. Emi didn't know much more, but she wanted to try something; She licked her tongue, kissed her, massaged her with her own... Looking at Rin's reaction every time, trying to figure out what she liked most. After a moment, Emi pulled back a bit, then moved back in again, kissed Rin on the lips, and this time, Emi's tongue was the adventurous one.

Emi could feel Rin's tiny arms gently pat her shoulders, as if she was trying to hold her with her stumps. Emi thought it was adorable, and it made her want to kiss Rin even more, to get even closer to her. Without noticing when it happened exactly, Emi realized she was rubbing herself on top of Rin's legs again, and this time, mixing paints had nothing to do with it.

She moved slightly to the side, allowing a better positioning, and better access to Rin's chest, which she used right away, caressing her breasts over the now-green swimsuit.
Rin's breathing was a little heavier now, and she seemed to be trying to say something, so Emi slowed down a little to hear what she had to say;

Rin: 'Paint...'

"Paint?" Thought Emi. "Does she want to go back to the paint mixing? She doesn't like what we're doing?" But Rin kept going;

Rin: 'Paint my lips again.'

This brought a smile on Emi's lips, nervous but sweet... And she didn't waste a moment before giving Rin what she asked for, kissing her again. both their faces were covered in paint by then, but neither girl cared about it anymore; It didn't even taste bad.

Emi was still caressing Rin, and wanted nothing more than to strip her out of her swimsuit, but the small part of her brain that was still able to think logically was worried the girls might notice if they had paint under their swimsuit, and might figure out what they had been doing. Still, she wanted it... She wanted more. She felt a wetness between her legs, one that definitely wasn't paint; She discreetly touched herself to confirm it, and played with herself for a moment.

If Rin noticed it, she never said anything, content to let Emi kiss her, wrapped in her embrace. When Emi felt satisfied - having stopped herself from moaning a few times - she broke up the kiss, giving Rin one last quick peck on the lips, then she moved on top of Rin's leg again, and spoke in a soft, whispery voice;

Emi: 'You still trust me, Rin?'

Rin either didn't know what to reply, or didn't want to reply at all, willing to simply let Emi do her thing; Emi didn't wait any longer, and moved Rin's swimsuit on the side, to look at what was hiding behind;
Contrasting Emi's clean shave, Rin had hair down there, quite long and a shade paler than the hair on her head. Emi passed a finger on it, touching it lightly; Touching her. For a rare time, Rin seemed embarrassed;

Rin: 'Sorry... I can't do it myself and...'

Emi gently touched her under the chin, and waited for Rin to lift her eyes and look at her;

Emi: 'I could help you with that, you know? If you want, that is...'

Rin said nothing, but Emi saw a hint of a smile on her lips again, just before Rin closed her eyes again, and rested her head on the mats.
Emi went back to what she was doing, this time touching her between the legs. She felt a bit naughty, using the same hand she used on herself, but it turned her on so much to touch Rin with her fingers still covered in her own juices, she almost wanted to go for round two on herself...
But she had someone else to please, and hard as it was, Emi resisted her lust, and focused on Rin's pleasure this time;

She first went with one finger, then added a second, but Emi felt a tightness such as she didn't risk going with a third one, even as tiny as Emi's fingers were. She could feel Rin getting wetter by the instant... And after spending so long mixing paint together, the thought of mixing these wildly different fluids made Emi so horny, she didn't think she could stop herself; "I need to occupy my mind better", she thought.

Soon as it crossed her mind, the answer came to her, almost naturally; Without any hesitation, she lowered her head and started licking Rin, first on her lips, then on the clit, before allowing her fingers to resume their duties.
As things got intense, Emi pulls back a second, just long enough to utter a few words to Rin;

Emi: 'Rin... Try to keep it low.'

She saw a tiny reaction in her face, even with Rin's eyes closed, so surely she heard the words... but she didn't lower the volume of her moanings at all; Either she wasn't conscious how loud she was, or she simply didn't care. As much as Emi was enjoying herself, she didn't want the entire school to know what they were doing in that room.

Thankfully, after a moment - as if her brain just took a long while to relay the information - Rin stopped being so loud, and Emi, unsure how long this would last, figured this was her best opportunity to give all she had, to make Rin experience all she could...

She licked her harder, sucking on her clit, picked up the pace with her fingers, trying to give Rin the most pleasure, stimulating her in all ways known to her;

After a minute of this, Emi heard a single, long moan come out of Rin's mouth, followed by quick giggles. When she looked up at her face, Rin's eyes were wide open, and she had a large smile on her face;
"Even her orgasms are weird", thought Emi.
She put her swimsuit back in place and let her rest for a moment, but she knew they couldn't take as much time as they would want; The committee might want to know what was happening in there, at some point.

Emi: 'How are you feeling?'
Rin: 'How am I feeling? I feel..."

Rin paused a moment, perhaps giving this question more importance than it deserved;

Rin: 'I feel yellow.'

Emi didn't have much more time to discuss nonsense, and tried once more to get an answer from her;

Emi: 'We're gonna have to leave soon, they're waiting for us... Are you ok?'

Rin eventually sat up, but still had the large smile on her face.

Rin: 'Yes. Thank you.'

She hesitated a moment, then continued;

Rin: 'I can't do this myself either, you know... Not very well.'

Emi took a second to realize what she meant, but when she did, she barely managed to hide her reaction; From the day Emi learned how pleasurable this was, by rubbing herself on a fluffy toy when she was younger, she had been doing it once or twice a day, for years. She couldn't even fathom how someone could go on, and never be able to do it. "This is just wrong..."

Emi: 'Well, you know... I could help you with that too? Just if you want.'

She barely realized what she was saying, but Rin didn't make a big deal out of it;

Rin: 'That'd be nice of you Emi.'

She paused a moment, before adding more;

Rin: 'I could do it to you too. I mean, I could learn. I'm not very good with my fingers, but I could do it with my feet or with my mouth.'

This time, Rin joking about her disability didn't shock Emi at all, and her smile quickly turned into a laugh;

Emi: 'Sure thing, Rin! But for now, we should probably finish this...'

As she was saying that, she looked at Rin, and then herself; Rin was green from head to toes, and Emi was about the same, after their little activities. Even her legblades had more green than blue.

Emi: 'Well, I think we're good enough. Come here, let me help you dress up.'

Rin's swimsuit was almost off, both straps being off her shoulders, and the crotch was slightly on the side, still. Emi helped her get everything back in place, and after sharing one last kiss, they walked to the door and knocked;

What followed was more or less lost to Emi's memories; The girls taking pictures of them, all covered in green, teasing them. They even made lewd jokes at them, unaware that most of what they joked about was entirely true, and did happen a few moments before.
Emi didn't remember much of it, because, at that moment, her mind was still focused on everything that happened in that room, and with Rin...


.....


Hisao: 'Hello? Earth to Emi, are you receiving?'
Emi: 'Huh? ...Oh, sorry, I was daydreaming I guess. What were you saying?'
Hisao: 'I was asking, how did you two meet?'

Emi looked at Rin, and felt a blush creeping up on her cheeks;

Emi: 'Well, when I transferred into Yamaku, they put us in rooms next to each other. I help her with a few things, you know, like dressing up and stuff.'

She smiled, enigmatically;

Emi: 'You can't help someone dress up in the morning and not become friends!'


The end.