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 Anon's Date with Ryuuko, True End, Pt. 2 of 2
 Pt. 1: http://pastebin.com/mTJ3Yjjr
 By writer-kun !aanLsWoxPo
 
 The days quickly swept by since your first date with Ryuuko, and your relationship progressed in equal stead. You were well past the initial awkwardness that befell every couple; gone were the days when you'd feel self-conscious around Ryuuko or second-guess yourself before extending your hand to meet hers. Even though the whole relationship business was new to the both of you, you were proud of yourself for adapting so well. And despite having had your ups and downs, you were, in every sense of the term, a well-adjusted, functional couple.
 
 Perhaps that's what surprised you the most - how smoothly things had turned out in spite of expectations. You'd played it by ear, for the most part, and Ryuuko being forward about her wants had really taken the pressure off you when it came down to making the moves, so to speak. You'd fit into the role of Ryuuko's boyfriend almost instinctively, yet there was one thing that had always eluded you. It was the literal and metaphorical End Goal of any relationship, or so your internet friends told you - the ultimate act of consummation for any modern, self-respecting couple. To put in in the crudest, most teenage of terms, you and Ryuuko had yet to go "all the way".
 
 That's not to say you hadn't fooled around at all. Like any young couple with a healthy sex drive you and Ryuuko had had your fun, but it'd mostly just been a PG-13 over-the-clothes kinda deal. And now, almost six months into your relationship, you found yourself getting impatient.
 
 --
 
 A hand grabs your wrist and snaps you out of your daze.
 
 "Where are you headed, Anon?" asks Ryuuko, trailing just behind you. You realize you'd left her behind and wandered into a crowd all by yourself.
 
 "Nowhere, uh... I guess I was just lost in thought." you answer, a little embarrassed.
 
 Ryuuko smirks. "Don't lose your way, okay? Remember, it's our last ever cultural festival."
 
 You give her a reassuring squeeze of the hand. "I won't", you say.
 
 It was also your and Honnouji Academy's first proper cultural festival. After Satsuki Kiryuin - the ex-president and Ryuuko's sister - retired, the academy made a rough but successful transition from a fascist stronghold to a relatively normal educational institution. Ever since the REVOCS fiasco last year, the school had been rapidly losing money and so the new president Maiko Ogure launched a campaign to restore the its reputation, in which the cultural festival played a major part. So it goes.
 
 You realize that the crowd you'd unknowingly drifted into is watching a performance by the freshman class. It's a re-enactment of a Shinto folktale, and you can't help but smile at the cliche of it all. Still, it was certainly a step up from last years' proceedings. Anything would beat being mind-controlled by a psychotic rainbow-haired bitch, you think.
 
 You're not really paying attention to the play, but you take the moment to put your arm across Ryuuko's shoulder and pull her in close.
 
 "Don't get too comfy, now." she teases.
 
 You knew better than to take her words at face value. She would hesitate to show it, but you could tell Ryuuko loved your random displays of affection. Sometimes if you tried to hug her, she'd snap and say she didn't have to hug you whenever you felt like it. Then, of course, she'd pout slightly and lean in for the hug anyway.
 
 "You hungry, Anon?" asks Ryuuko, tentatively.
 
 You nod. "I could really use some food."
 
 The two of you weave your way out of the crowd and into the clearing, find a noodle stand, sit down, and order two bowls. It's just about dusk, and most performances have all but wrapped up. But this is where the real fun of the Cultural Festival begins. There's a dance, and there's a bonfire, and there's fireworks at the end. It's when everyone gets to have fun, relax, and make new connections. It's when the guys all make their dramatic declarations of love, usually get rejected, and then wallow together in sad camaraderie. It's when the shy one-star asks the girl he's been crushing on for the past year to the dance. You can't help but feel a little melancholy when you realize how much you'll miss the high school experience.
 
 The music starts, and everyone cheers. (A/N: For max immersion, put some suitable music of your own on while reading this bit. I chose Staying Alive by the Bee Gees for maximum keks.)
 
 "Say, Ryuuko," you say, stretching your hand across the table to your girlfriend, who's busy stuffing her face with noodles. "do you wanna dance?"
 
 She quickly becomes flustered. "What? Anon, you know I don't dance."
 
 "Oh come on," you reply. "What was all that talk about this being our last cultural festival and everything?" You lower your gaze to meet the eye of her uniform. "Senketsu, tell her."
 
 "You don't have to bring him into this." says Ryuuko, reluctantly taking your outstretched hand.
 
 You lead her to the bonfire in the middle of the clearing, around which an imaginary, impromptu dance floor had sprung up. You suddenly felt less self-conscious upon seeing so many other couples dancing as well. You turn to Ryuuko, who's still looking at you shiftily, and pull her close. You can't help but draw a sharp breath as her soft chest presses into yours.
 
 "N-now what?" asks Ryuuko, bemused.
 
 "Just follow my lead", you assure her. The truth is you haven't really danced much before either, at least never with a girl. You've seen it in movies though, so you try your best to replicate what little you know. You eventually do find a rhythm, but as soon as you do the music changes and the two of you end up falling over each other, laughing all the while. People notice, but nobody seems to care.
 
 Ryuuko giggles - which isn't something you see her do does often. "Anon," she says, brushing the dirt off her uniform, "if you can't handle your girlfriend when we're dancing, what are you gonna do when we're..."
 
 She then cuts off, blushing.
 
 You have a fair idea what she's referring to, but you prod her anyway. "What?" you ask, feigning genuine curiosity.
 
 "N-nothing." comes the expected reply. You laugh, thoroughly enjoying yourself, and put your arm around Ryuuko's waist.
 
 "I love you, Ryuuko", you say, almost nonchalantly.
 
 Ryuuko snaps. "Don't think saying that will get you out of trouble for pushing me over!" she says. Having made her point, she looks away. "L-love you too, Anon." she adds.
 
 The two of you try dancing again for a little while after that before Ryuuko decides she needs to excuse herself, evidently to talk to Senketsu about something.
 
 While waiting for her, you scan the area, and spot your friend Inumuta leaning against the bar at some two-star drink stand. He'd already graduated, but he and the rest of the council were here in civilian capacity.
 
 "Hey, Houka!" you call out to him. His ears perk up at the mention of his name but he doesn't deign to give you any response besides that. You approach him and try to talk about... technology... related things, but he simply continues to sip away at his pina colada and nod his head in mock agreement if you make a particularly loud noise. Puzzled, you tilt your head slightly downwards to see a crop of bubblegum pink hair and a sly face glaring straight at you.
 
 "Oh. Hey, Jakazure."
 
 You suddenly understand, nod at Inumuta and turn on your heel to walk away. You wince when you hear Jakazure's voice go "So what the fuck's a sad panda anyway?" Poor Inumuta. He'll have to handle this.
 
 You meet up with Ryuuko back at the central clearing.
 
 "Took you long enough."
 
 "I got sidetracked, alright?" She decides to jab right back at you - "And what do you think you were doing talking to Jakazure behind my back. Don't think I didn't see you!"
 
 "Relax. It's nothing like that."
 
 You glance at your watch. It's eight o clock.
 
 You force a yawn. "Gee, Ryuuko, it's getting kinda late. I was thinking I'll head home, do you maybe wanna j-"
 
 "Now? It's only eight, Anon! You'll miss the fireworks!"
 
 You sigh. It was naive of you to assume she'd pick up on the message. "I guess..." you say, resignedly.
 
 Ryuuko puts her arm around yours. "Why don't you come with me to see the fireworks first, and then maybe I'll think about it."
 
 She winks at you. So she did pick up on it, after all.
 
 You walk together for a while, arm in arm, until you pass the spot where everyone's gathered in anticipation for the firework display. You begin - "Ryuuko, everyone-"
 
 She interjects, pulling you along. "Just trust me, Anon."
 
 Ryuuko leads you up a nearby hill to a patch of grass with a bench and a breathtaking, nearly panoramic view of the academy and the city beyond.
 
 "I thought we'd watch the fireworks from here.." she says, shuffling at her feet. "..just the two of us."
 
 You're genuinely surprised at her forethought, and your expression softens right up. "It's perfect, Ryuuko."
 
 You whirl around to see the first firework go off. It explodes, sending sparks of red cascading down the night sky. Ryuuko pulls you by the collar onto the bench, where she settles down in your lap, her head on your shoulder and your arm around her waist.
 
 For the next minute or so you sit there like that in absolute silence, feeling your hearts beat in unison. (A/N: you may now cringe)
 
 Then you take your hand and run it across Ryuuko's face, brushing aside her lock of crimson hair. She understands and leans in, her lips meeting yours as another brilliant firework expands across the sky. You kiss back, savoring the moment, and then break the kiss to look into Ryuuko's eyes, just a sliver of a saliva bridge still connecting your lips.
 
 Quite understandably, the moment heats up. The two of you start full-on making out, and Ryuuko leans back to lie down on the bench with you on top of her. She takes your hand and guides it up her top (you don't notice Senketsu's quivering eye).
 
 "Anon," Ryuuko declares suddenly, her face red, "take me home. I'm ready."
 
 You're taken aback. "R-really? You're sure about this?"
 
 She nods. "Yeah. We're both adults, right? And besides... we love each other."
 
 A nervousness not unlike what you'd felt at the beginning of your relationship wells up inside you. You'd fully intended for this to happen, but now that your plan was finally in action you hadn't the slightest idea what to do and could feel the pressure building. You try your best to not sound too overeager.
 
 "Let's go, then, I mean, if you really want to."
 
 ---
 
 It's ten o clock. You find yourself sitting on the edge of your bed, Ryuuko by your side, stripped to her pinstriped underwear.
 
 "S-so... do you have it?" mumbles out Ryuuko.
 
 "Y-yeah." You reach into your pocket and pull out an inconspicuous blue rubber square.
 
 "Great." she says, and turns to face you. She extends both her arms and closes her eyes. "Let's get this over with."
 
 You cringe. "Ryuuko, this is your first time... isn't it?"
 
 "Yeah, so? It's yours too... isn't it?" she replies.
 
 "I mean, aren't you scared?"
 
 "Wh-what?" she blusters out. "Who, me?" She feigns laughter for a couple more seconds before seeing you staring at her dead in the eye, and finally acquiesces. "A little, I guess." - is what she says, but you can hear the trepidation in her voice.
 
 "Well... don't be, Ryuuko. I'll do everything I can to make this easier for you."
 
 You lean in for the kiss and Ryuuko meets you halfway. Her eyes widen when she feels your hand creeping along her inner thigh, but she soon gets into it. You work your way inwards, and you feel her quiver just ever so slightly when your hand reaches her crotch. Ryuuko breaks the kiss and rests her head on a pillow as you rub that area in a gentle, circular fashion. Her breathing is heavy.
 
 You hope for the best and slip your index and ring fingers inside her panties. The wetness surprises you. "A-anon.." she moans. You bend and kiss her on her neck, eliciting another moan, and then twice on her collarbone.
 
 She undoes your shirt and you slip it off back over your arms. Your arms slip around her back and unhook her bra, and she squeals a little, covering her newly-exposed chest with her arms. And then, after a fair bit of internal dialogue, she uncrosses her arms, allowing you a proper view of her full, supple breasts.
 
 The sight very nearly knocks you out. "W-well, Anon?" asks  Ryuuko, nervously, but all you can manage to do is stare slack-jawed and move a trembling hand closer towards her right breast. It's firm, yet surprisingly pliant. Ryuuko lightly jabs you in the stomach.
 
 "Don't look at me in such a perverted way, Anon!" she whines.
 
 "Sorry," you say. "I guess I lost my way for a bit. You really are beautiful, you know."
 
 She tries her very best to hide the smile on her face. "Idiot.."
 
 You grab her by the legs and pull her towards you. "Just relax, Ryuuko." you tell her "I'm going to try and make you feel good."
 
 You pull off her panties, snaking them across her slender legs. She lifts her legs to point in the air as you part them, and plant your face in between.
 
 Ryuuko's moans pierce the air of the room. You find that you can't take much more yourself, and pull upwards to face her. She understands and begins undoing your belt. Her right hand grips something hard.
 
 "Is this...?" she asks, blushing.
 
 "Yeah." you say, no better yourself.
 
 She reaches to the side and takes the condom you'd left on the desk. After some nervous fumbling around, she lets you put it on, and you do.
 
 "Be gentle, Anon." says Ryuuko, her voice nearly shaking.
 
 You plant a kiss on her forehead to help her ease up a little. "Here I go." you say as you lower yourself. She tenses up, closing her eyes.
 
 You feel an incredible warmth around your member, and the pressure around it just tightens the deeper you go. You're met with some resistance halfway; you take a deep breath and plunge through, knowing how painful it must be for Ryuuko. She squeals in your arms.
 
 You whisper into her ear; "The worst is over, Ryuuko. You'll start feeling good now, I promise."
 
 She seems to understand and lets you take control. You go slowly at first, allowing Ryuuko to adapt. Soon, though, her breathing changes, and you hear her moan your name. You take this positively and speed up. Ryuuko seems to enjoy it more, as well. The two of you find a rhythm to settle into. There's a devious grin on her face and she pushes you onto your back, resulting in a complete reversal, Ryuuko on top. You've always marvelled at how strong she was.
 
 "Not so fast, Anon" she teases, placing her hands on your chest. "It's my turn to take control now.
 
 She takes both of your hands in hers, interlacing fingers, and her hips bounce up and down on you like some insatiable flywheel. You find yourself very nearly losing control over yourself. "Ryuuko..." you pant.
 
 "I-I know, Anon.", she rejoins, also succumbing to the throes of pleasure.
 
 "Ryuuko, I'm gonna finish soon..." you say. She nods in understanding.
 
 Ryuuko picks up her pace and bends down to kiss you, your arms wrapping around her, united in the moment of climax. "I love you, Anon." she says. "I really do."
 
 ---
 
 It's midnight. You're lying in bed with Ryuuko, who's fallen asleep at your side, having just lost your virginity to the girl you love. It wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to think if this was too good to be true, if this was all a dream. In you absent-mindedness you reach across your chest and pinch your arm, as if to wake yourself up. Nothing happens. You sigh in relief, spoon with Ryuuko, and fall right to sleep.
 
 FIN la FIN