Misha Scene 2 - Pink & Black Blues

“[And that's why you need to take more initiative when it comes to these things!]”

Shizune, Misha, and I sit around our usual table at the Shanghai, a pot of steaming tea between us. Afternoon light slithers in through the closed blinds, mixing with the hard light of the tea shop. The sound of dishes clanging together and other customers chatting leaves no silence between us.

“Shicchan, you need to stop hassling Hicchan so much. He does his part when he shows up.” Misha argues, whilst signing at the same time

It's been a couple of weeks since the trip to Shizune's house, with the events leaving me rather dazed at the current state of affairs. Ever since Misha's little 'experiment', Sunday has quickly become our 'fooling around' day. It's not the romantic life I've always dreamed about, but as a teenage male, I can hardly complain.

The two continue signing back and forth over the state of affairs in the school, the recent visit from Jigoro stirring up Shizune's vigor. As if that weren't enough, the less-than-adequate participation in the student council presidential elections has left Shizune steaming.

It's almost inspiring, a girl working so hard for the school she won't be able to attend next year – I can't help but admire her. It's understandable that even Misha has such feelings towards her, although the issue she explained to me still confuses me greatly.

Regardless, the argument between the two ends when Shizune pulls a cell phone out of her pocket, her brow furrowing as she reads the name on the front of the vibrating box.

She quickly passes the phone to Misha, who opens and answers in her normally bubbly way, signing the conversation to Shizune as words pour out of the receiver.

“Hi~ Shizune Hakamichi speaking~”

Some incomprehensible yelling erupts in reaction to her playful greeting. The tone certainly sounds familiar...

“Ah, Mr. Hakamichi, it's nice of you to call, but you know that Shicchan can't hear, right~?”

I wish I had the nerves of steel Misha waved around shamelessly. Jigoro's temper seems to flare up more and more as the conversation goes on, leading up to Misha closing the phone in the middle of one of his long rants.

“[What does he want, Misha?]”

“He says he forgot something in the student council room and wants you to send it back to him.”

Shizune puts on an annoyed expression as she pulls her glasses off and rubs the bridge of her nose with her slender fingers.

“[Fine, I'll go back and take care of this before the post office closes. You two get to take the rest of the day off, but don't think we aren't going to work hard tomorrow!]”

She frustratedly stands up from the table, brushing her skirt down before pacing towards the door. Her hips sway tantalizingly as she walks away in her usually confident manner, signing her goodbyes as we wave to her.

“Well, Hicchan, I guess it's just you and me now~.”

Misha smiles enthusiastically, filling my mind with the images of our previous Sunday afternoons. Just what does she have in store for today, I wonder...

“Whatcha thinkin' bout, Hicchan?” she asks with a mischievous smirk.

“Take a guess.”

“Hmmmmmm...” Misha theatrically places her finger on her chin and pretends to be deep in thought.

“I saw where you were looking earlier, Hicchan. Shicchan is amazing, but you'll have to go through me if you want a shot at her~!”

My jaw drops at her accusation.

“Now just because I have a history of staring at girls, you assume I was checking out her figure? I'm offended!”

I cross my arms and look away, trying to see if I can trigger some sort of guilt for this constant teasing.

“Wahaha~! Well, knowing you, Hicchan, it definitely had something to do with boobs~!”

She says something so indecent so plainly - in a public restaurant no less. If I checked the other stalls, I'm sure customers would be staring dumbfounded at what just came out of her mouth. Nevertheless, I can't help but play along with Misha's games.

“Nope, not even close.” I say coyly, trying to trip her up.

“Awwww, that's too bad~. I guess you were staring at her hips then? They sure are nice~.”

As much as I'd like to yell at her for getting into this argument in the first place – she does have a point.

Shizune's body is certainly an attention grabber, considering that the uniform may as well be designed to show off every part of her, from her long, slim legs in those stockings, to her shorter-than-usual skirt which only serves to accentuate her thighs. Then there's her blouse, which also holds back something fierce...

But beautiful as she may be, I could never bring myself to pursue her – especially with the bouncy pink-haired girl sitting across the table. Speaking of Misha, am I that much fun to tease? And if so, why can't I help but go along with it so willingly? Anything for a cutie, I guess.

“Well, I might have been thinking about them a little...”

“Ohhhh really now~? Tell me about it.”

She's not going to make this an easy fight, is she? What a surprise.

“Well my mind certainly wasn't experiencing a shortage of breasts, true. There may have been some hands to go with these breasts as well...”

Wow. Cheesiest thing I've said all month. Kenji was right about women ruining your mind.

“Mmhmm....What's your point?” she replies, trying to hold back a devilish grin.

“Oh c'mon, Misha, you know exactly what I mean! You're constantly waving them around in front of me without a care in the world, one touch can't possibly hurt!”

“You've got a point, Hicchan~, I understand how much you're entranced by my chest; but I can't just give you free reign over it, I have to save something for Shicchan~.”

How can she say things like this so plainly? Is it a talent? A natural born gift for shamelessness?

She lets out a sigh and starts fanning herself dramatically, opening the top 2 buttons of her blouse, all just to taunt me.

“Have you ever heard of something called 'delayed gratification'?”

I tilt my head slightly, wondering what could possibly come next.

“You have to want it, Hicchan, to work for it! Wouldn't it be boring if I just let you do whatever you want from the get-go? It's more sa~tis~fy~ing this way! Wahahaha~!”

Oh please. She wouldn't be teasing me like this if she didn't want it just as much. Wouldn't she feel stuck out if the subject of her experiments stopped going along?

As if I could ever say no to Misha's more than pleasurable treatments.

“What am I supposed to do, get on my knees and beg? What do you have to lose anyway? It's not like I can cage you up and keep your breasts for myself!”

As much as I'd like to.

“Keep pleading, Hicchan~, it might get you somewhere.” she says with a playful smile.

I can't help but feel that she derives a pleasure of her own from this. I guess Shizune's skills with manipulation have rubbed off on her as well. I can hardly complain though, her antics are quite fun, in their own frustrating way.

“Oh great goddess, please allow this humble vassal a go at your bountiful assets.”

And I guess she's rubbing off on me too. A month ago, I wouldn't have even been able to think of a line like that with a straight face.

Misha giggles uncontrollably.

“Wahaha~, Hicchan, I'm flattered that you would think of me as a goddess~.”

Her flirtatious tone does nothing to help the shades of crimson painting my expression. When did I fall under her control like this?

Oh, right. I know exactly when. But regardless of how engrossed I may be with her body, I do enjoy being around Misha, and I don't spend time with her just to increase my chances of initiating these 'fooling around' sequences.

“A man can't help but be honest to the girl he's infatuated by! How could I say anything less!?”

She giggles once more, theatrically covering her mouth to appear more ladylike.

“Oh Hicchan~, I'm glad you think that way...”

She stands up from the table, waving her hand about like a true thespian...

“But my heart already belongs to a certain someone~. You can woo me with words, but you'll never measure up at this rate.”

Misha holds her pose for a second before standing tall again, giggling slightly whilst shrinking under the attention of the other customers. After regaining her composure, she walks over and leans on my shoulder, whispering into my ear.

“We'll see what Micchan is in the mood for when we get back to my room, Hicchan~.”

Her gentle words are all it takes to awaken my imagination. I feel like sprinting after her as she skips off bouncily, her pink drill-hair swaying in the breeze; but I'm sure that would only inflate her playful demeanor.

My wild imagination and anticipation last all of 5 seconds, until Yuuko walks up holding a small black book.

“I guess you got stuck with the bill, Hisao?”

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I pace into the girl's dorm, sighing as I slide the now empty wallet into my back pocket.

“I guess it's nothing new, really. And they pay for me all the time...”

I've only been here once before, but I still remember where Misha's room lies.

Strange, how I've become strangely attracted to her 'experiments'. When I first transferred to Yamaku I never would've imagined falling into a 'friends-with-benefits' situation with anyone, especially not with a girl as cute as Misha.

We've been doing this for 3 weeks – but I'm never allowed to touch with my hands, take off more than my shirt, or kiss her in any way. The opposite holds for Misha, however. She puts her hands anywhere she wants (which I can hardly find room to complain about), rarely wears anything besides her lingerie (once again, no complaints here), and teases non-stop with tiny pecks to my neck or torso (I am perfectly okay with this).

Misha is in love in Shizune, I know that much. But for some reason she holds onto this strange fascination with my body, like a child playing with a new toy. She's constantly trying to see how hard she can push me, or how far she can go with something. She acts so ambiguously, wanting to play with me in more ways than one, but at the same time erecting invisible barriers so that I'm restricted from making any sort of move on her.

I'm not mad that I can't get closer to her, but it's incredibly frustrating.

“Wah, Hicchan, you look so deep in thought! What's wrong?”

Somehow I've wound up in front of her door, with Misha leaning out the slight opening. She's changed into a beige t-shirt, her pink, perky drills drooping from her head like always. Her amber eyes gaze into mine, knocking my train of thought right off its rails.

However, before I can even think of questioning her, she grabs my arm and drags me inside, pushing me face-first onto her bed. My heart jumps a bit from the shock, but remains relatively stable. Her bed is incredibly soft, its fleeciness giving way as I roll onto my back.

Her ceiling fan circulates a comfortable breeze throughout the room, dimly lit by a small lamp sitting on the desk. Her room emanates femininity – a mound of large, lace-trimmed pillows sits at the head of her mattress, with pink and white striking out as the general theme. Teddy bears and other stuffed animals of every sort lay strewn about in every corner of the room, a pile of them collecting at the top of her wardrobe. It certainly matches her cute, bubbly personality.

Or rather, most of it matches. A splash of light blue hangs out of her dresser, the mere sight of it igniting images of sheer indecency in my already overactive imagination.

Misha notices my interested gaze, running across the room to force the dainty undergarment back into the drawer.

“Oh-ho-ho, why haven't I ever seen you with that on?”

“They're just for sleeping in! I'm not that kind of girl, Hicchan!”

“Oh really now, so I'm the only guy you do this with? I'm relieved.”

I chuckle at her condescendingly, enjoying her reaction as puts her hands on her hips and pouts.

“Of course you're the only guy I do this with! You're the only one I'm interested in~.”

On the subject of dainty undergarments, Misha's skirt seems to have disappeared in the time we were apart. Now I'm welcomed to a very appeasing pair of pink panties, with black horizontal stripes, a small white bow adorning the front. The fact that they glisten leads me to believe that they're made of some lavish material, like satin.

“Nice. Does the bra match?”

My eyes take in all of her amazing figure, from her slender legs to her well-endowed chest. Her lack of a skirt leaves her smooth thighs exposed, and her shirt seems a little under-sized, squeezing her figure and accentuating all of her feminine curves.

“Actually, Hicchan, it does~!”

She pulls her shirt up above her breasts, sticking her tongue out at me as she shows off the matching bra, also covered in pink and black stripes. As usual, the sight of her chest is no small wonder, and the heat building inside my face only stands to prove that fact.

“What's wrong, Hicchan? You act like you've never seen a pair of breasts before. Wahaha~!”

“Well it's not my fault that my adolescent teenage mind is still amazed by breasts, especially ones as enticing as yours.”

Misha giggles before pulling the shirt off completely, tossing it to the side as she runs across the room and jumps on top of me, the bed shaking and squeaking to compensate for the added weight.

I almost wrap my arms around her waist before remembering the arbitrarily laid out rules preventing me from doing just that. At least Misha notices my self control and plants a small kiss on the tip of my nose.

“So, Hi~cchan. What do you want to do today?”

Wait, what?

She's asking for my input instead of just doing what she wants?

“Well there's lots of things I'd like to do, but you'll probably reject me and do what you want.”

“Hicchan, I'm willing to do what you want every now and then!”

“You're always nicely cooperative every time I ask you to go along with something, wouldn't it be selfish not to return the favor? Wa~ha~ha~.”

I can hardly imagine a guy that wouldn't cooperate with a girl who wants nothing more than to see how good different acts feel for you. And that's the thing that bothers me, she always goes out of her way to make sure I'm enjoying myself, but never asks me to return the favor. It's unfair, both because I can't please her, and because I want so badly to know what she feels like with my own hands.

Although I guess it makes sense, considering that Misha seems to be out for fun rather than sexual pleasure. Maybe that's why she denies my advances, because she doesn't want to truly give herself up to a man?

I'll think about this later, there's more pressing matters at hand.

“Alright then, what can I ask for?”

“A~ny~thing~you~want~.” she chimes at me.

A likely story. I raise my hand towards her healthy chest to prove the point.

“Ah~ah~ah Hicchan, you know the rules. Anything but that.”

A grumble escapes my throat as I lay my hand back onto the bed, staring at her cleavage wistfully as I try to come up with a loophole to turn the situation around.

“You're a growing teenage boy, surely you can think of some~thing!”

Her teasing doesn't particularly help clear my mind.

“I have to keep my hands to myself, right?”

“Well of course.”

“Alright then, I want to feel your boobs.”

“Hicchan, you know that's against the r-”

“I didn't mean with my hands.”

She reels back in the face of my perverse grin before giggling as she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls my head into her sizable cleavage, smothering me. They're like warm bags of sand, or marshmallows even.

“You sure do love boobs, Hicchan~!”

It feels like heaven, but I refuse to settle on this as a win.

“I don't mean my upper half, Misha.”

She sits back up and looks at me in thought for a minute before her face is stricken with surprise, her mischievous smirk lighting up brighter than ever.

“Oh Hicchan you naughty boy~!” Misha coos before sticking her tongue out at me once more.

Calling her reaction cute would most certainly be an understatement. It's great that I've learned to deal with her, because now I get to have a bit of fun too.

“You can't possibly mean-”

“That's exactly what I mean.”

She falls backwards onto the bed clutching her sides with laughter, her chest jiggling in her tight bra as she breathes heavily.

I can't help but chuckle along with her as I sit up and lean against the headboard, the vast number of pillows buckling as I settle in.

“Yeah, that was a pretty stupid request huh...” I manage to say between bouts of laughter.

Misha finally cools down with a deep sigh before sitting up.

“Yeah, it was~!”

“Alright, I guess I better go ahead and leave then, unless you've got a better idea?”

“I only said it was stupid, I never said I wouldn't do it~!”

My mind overloads as she answers.

Before I have a chance to react, she crawls over and pushes me backwards onto the mound of pillows, giggling as she eyes my crotch. I can hardly contain my anticipation as she settles her large breasts on the bulging mass in my trousers, the mere feeling of them against my crotch sending goosebumps up my spine.

“I've never done anything like this though, so tell me to stop if you don't like it.”

I don't even bother responding. Between the soft sensation surrounding the most sensitive part of my body and the look on her face as she licks her lips, eyes beaming, there's no way I couldn't enjoy this.

In less than a minute I'm left sitting in my boxers, my pants unbuckled and wrested from my legs.

“I've never seen one in person~.” Misha states optimistically as she rubs my bulge before pulling my boxers off in one smooth motion.

A much more excited part of my body juts out of my hips, mere inches from her face. Surprisingly enough, Misha stares at it for a few seconds as her face becomes dyed with a deep shade of crimson. I guess she does have some degree of innocence left, however small.

She thinks for a bit before reaching back and unhooking her bra, the ensuing 'snap' taking its rightful place as the most satisfying sound I've ever heard.

Of course, the sight of her bare breasts jiggling and swaying is never unwelcome either.

All the sights and sounds and smells and feelings overwhelm my senses and I'm left in a daze as she scoots forward, accepting me into her warm, soft cleavage.

A groan escapes my throat as she begins to squeeze my shaft gently between her round breasts. If it felt nice having my head between those, then this treatment can be nothing short of heavenly.

The mere sight of her entire body in this position only fuels my lust. Her smooth fair skin, her sensual hips and bare back. Then there's her perfectly round butt given shape by those soft satin panties. Everything about her just drives me insane.

However, the sensations dancing around in my lower half abruptly stop as Misha lets out a grumble. I think of asking why, but immediately brace myself as she reaches over to the night stand and grabs a small hair band.

Oh hell no, there's a limit to teasing and we are about to cross it sprinting at full force!

“Misha, absolutely n-”

My paranoia is ill-justified as she pulls her hair back, wrapping all of the perky pink drills adorning her head into a neat bundle.

Yeah, as if the sight of her sensuous figure wasn't enough to knock me senseless. Good lord Misha looks good in a ponytail.

“Ahh, that's better~.” Misha coos as she leans forward once more, positioning her full chest over my lap – a certain something having hardened in anticipation long since.

She pokes my lower half with the tip of her index finger, causing me to bite my lower lip in pleasure as she gently rubs the region just below the tip.

“Wow Hicchan, I don't think you've ever been this worked up before! Wahaha~!”

Her giggles have easily become music to my ears, causing the sides of my mouth to curl up into a satisfied grin. I relax into the mound of soft pillows, resting my head in my hands and opening my legs to give Misha even easier access to my weak spot.

 A long groan escapes my throat as she once again encloses my shaft in her soft, squishy bosom, while she giggles as I favorably respond to her amazing treatment.

“You're so cute when you're enjoying yourself~.”

Misha pushes both of her breasts together, squeezing and rubbing me in every which way she can manage. I wish I could come up with some way to describe the feeling, but there's just nothing else like it. Her smooth skin sliding against my delicates in all the right ways, those perky and pink nipples lightly brushing against my pelvis, the light moans sneaking out of her mouth every time adjusts her position...

And to think that just an hour before this I was complaining about being teased by her. If putting up with a little embarrassment every now and then lets us keep doing this, then I'll go along with whatever she throws at me!

I tilt my head back in pleasure, closing my eyes and letting all of the sensations overcome me. All self-control leaves me as I sink deeper into the bed, various noises escaping my throat whilst my thoughts go wild from Misha kneading me between her voluptuous boobs.

“I guess this feels good, hmmmm~?”

“You have no idea~~~”

The last syllable devolves into a groan as she squeezes her breasts especially hard, my lower half throbbing inside of their silky warmth.

“Mmm~, is this what you wanted then?”

“Yes, Misha, this is exactly what I wanted...”

She giggles in response to my honest answer. Glad to know she at least gets enjoyment out of pleasing me as well.

Her pace does not rush at all, taking all the time in the world massaging my erect manhood in every which way, squeezing at the bottom and then sliding them upwards, pushing in and out with her hands, lifting one as the other pushes down on the other side, and plenty of other motions that feel equally as nice. It's almost as though she's trying to see which undulations evoke the most pleasurable responses, likely unable to get a grasp because they all feel equally amazing.

I spread my arms and legs out, not exerting a single muscle in my body as the pink-haired goddess pleasures my lower half, still clad in nothing but a pair of pink and black striped panties. I lose count of the time I spend enveloped in her bosom, content to let this go on forever.

But of course, all good things have to end.

“Uh, Misha, I'm about to...”

“Go ahead, Hicchan, this is what you came for, right~?”

I sit up on my elbows and grit my teeth as she slides me between her breasts even harder. I try to hold on, to keep this heavenly feeling going for just a bit longer, but to no avail – I completely lose myself in her pace.

Wait.

I'mnotwearinganypantsthistime.

“Misha, you might want to-”

She never had a chance.

The built up fluids at the base of my shaft erupt violently, coating Misha's breasts, chest, and face with a load of the sticky white fluid.

She pulls away from the disaster zone around my lower half and plops down on the other side of the bed, trying to wipe the aftermath from her body.

“Ahhhhh, Hicchan, you're so mean~!”

I get up and grab a towel out of a random drawer and run it over to her.

“Sorry, Misha, use this.”

Before taking the cloth, she scoops up a bit of the sticky liquid with her index finger and places it in her mouth.

“Wah~, it's bitter just like they said!”

She grabs the towel from my hand and wipes my seed from her body.

“I didn't dislike it though.”

Well, there's a line that could make even the most celibate man jump for joy.

I lay back on the bed, basking in the afterglow as I relax into my place on the oversized pile of pillows. A digital clock on the nightstand reads “9:23 PM”

That late already, huh.

“Hey Misha, I'm borrowing your bed.”

“Awwww, no fair! I do such a wonderful thing for you and you repay me like this?”

Even if I were nice enough to consider her complaints and leave, I don't think I'd be able to uproot myself from this spot. I can practically feel my eyelids already shutting.

“I'm fine though~” Misha chimes as she crawls over and lays down on top of me, her index finger tickling my spent manhood and sending chills throughout my body.

“Maybe we can go in for round two tomorrow morning before school~!”

“I'll think about it.”

“'Wahaha~, night, Hicchan.”

“Good night, Misha.”

As I find myself being lulled into sleep, I wonder if this will ever end. Maybe some day I'll be able to do things like this with Misha every day.

...The falling asleep in each other's arms part, of course.