Chapter 249.

Chapter 249. The Troubling Goth Girl. (4/6)

Alicia’s eyes lit up when I made that offer.

“Being friends is off the table as an unreasonable request.”

She responded with an undeterred smile, “That’s fine. These days I like having you as my self-proclaimed enemy, I won’t try to make you my friend anymore even though I still think it would be nice.”

“I see… then, what is it you want in exchange for helping me?”

“Hmm… how about... the three of us…” she looked away to the side with a slight blush visible on her cheeks and continued, “sleep together tonight the way we did back at the hotel on Rosa’s birthday?”

“Huh? That’s it?” I was genuinely surprised at how simple her request was.

“Yeah… that’s it.” She peeked at me with a weak nod, her lips slightly pursed together.

“You’re sure that’s all you want?”

“I don’t think I have the courage to ask for more. It’s already hard enough for me to just ask for this.” She gripped the black skirt she had on.

“Good thing it’s you and not Rosa I’m asking. She’s the type of girl where if you give her an inch, she’ll take a mile.”

“So… do you accept?” She turned her head toward me and looked up into my eyes.

She really was such a good-natured girl and too cute for her own good.

“Haaaaah. Yeah, that’s fine.”

“Really? Great, I’ll go get- mmna?”

I leaned in toward her, placed my right hand on her left cheek to keep her head toward me, and sealed her lips. This girl had no idea how to be selfish and think about herself.

She closed her eyes and allowed our tongues to intertwine. She was accustomed to kissing now, a long way away from our first kiss where she was clueless. As we kissed I used my left hand to push her right shoulder back. She didn’t put up any resistance and things proceeded naturally.

Ironically, it really ended up with me pushing her down on the bed. My left hand slid down from her shoulder, under her arms, until it stopped at her waist. Her hands pressed up against my chest, moved up, then passed over my shoulders and hooked around my neck.

After a short minute, I pulled my lips away for a second to breathe in. 

In that small gap, she got in two words, “My request- mmm~” 

I naturally didn’t let her finish. “I never… said… I’d fulfill… it… today.” Whenever our lips momentarily parted, I got a few words in. “Tonight… I’ll keep you… all… to myself. Tomorrow… can be… the three of us.”

We’d never spent the night together with just the two of us alone. We were almost always together with Rosa.

My left hand snuck its way under her blouse as I caressed her soft and supple skin with my fingertips.

Our chests pressed firmly together with only the thin layers of clothing between us. I felt her heartbeat grow erratic, maddeningly fast, frenzied, through the two soft mounds squashed beneath me. Every breath she let out was scorching hot. The heat transmitted through the air she exhaled out, ran down my chest beneath my collar, and roused the desires I always kept in check.

My right hand slid down from her cheek, down her neck, plump left breast, over her abdomen. I pushed her blouse up and brushed over her stomach to the side of her waist until my hand stopped dead center behind her waist.

Meanwhile, my left hand slowly crawled its way up the mountain peak that obstructed its path. I clamped down directly onto her bare gelatinous perky right breast. With my right hand positioned behind her waist, I pushed up on her spine with my middle finger. Her hips instinctively arched up off the bed forming a splendid curve.

Her eyes opened up, surprised, a tinge of embarrassment from her body’s reaction was discernible within them. But it was easy to tell she didn’t hate what she felt just now.

“Rannnn~… I feel… mmm~... weird…” Those words leaked out between our intermittent kisses.

Her body was gradually heating up. Her skin acquired a healthy flush to it as the blood in her body circulated madly through her veins.

Her right arm, as if guided by instinct, retracted from over my shoulder and slid down my body. The palm of her hand came to a stop over my groin. Her eyes were hazy and misted over. She stroked up and down over a certain solid object she’d encountered.

As she did so, I felt a strange sense of corruption. Like I was defiling a flower and slowly dying it my colors. It wasn’t a bad feeling. It was intoxicating and I found I’d lost myself in her youthful charms.

Her hand eventually found its way under the lining of my pants. When she touched the head, it twitched against her palm. The underside of the head brushed up along her unbearably smooth skin. A bit startled, her hand momentarily retreated.

But she eventually placed her hand over top again, this time allowing her fingers to curl around the sides of the shaft to get a better feel of the rod-like shape. She kept it sandwiched between my body and the palm of her hand as she stroked.

From what I heard at the school dance she’d gotten some practice in beforehand. She’d touched it directly when I’d been pranked and she learned a bit from Rosa. She was obviously using what she learned that night to try and make me feel the same sort of pleasure I provided her with.

She didn’t want to be the only one feeling good and wanted to reciprocate. She was always thoughtful of others. It made me want to make her feel even better. Sweet and soft like cotton candy, that was the image I had of Alicia in my head.

My lips moved away from hers as I kissed her neck softly.

“Ah~” A lovable moan leaked out as her body’s tingles were transmitted through my lips in direct contact with her smooth skin. The region where my lips touched evoked a natural response from her body as the area in direct contact heated up.

Curious about the response, my lips ventured lower down to the center of her chest between her cleavage above her bosom.

“Mmm~ Ran~”

I stroked her right breast’s nipple with my left hand as I dragged my lips over her clothes and kissed her plump left breast. With my lips, I pulled her blouse further up until I could see the prize beneath it. As my lips wrapped around her erect nipple, she whispered with bated breath, “Wherever you kiss... feels like it’s on fire.”

Slowly, my entire body moved down until her right hand slipped out of my pants. I kissed her bare skin working my way lower and lower as she squirmed on the bed with her waist moving from side to side as if ticklish. Her left hand curled up into a ball became entangled in my hair.

Eventually, I reached the edge of the bed. I raised her legs up and hooked them over my shoulders at the knee. With my left hand hooked over her upper thigh at the joint near her waist, I pulled her body to the edge of the bed. Sensing what was to come, her thighs clamped together squeezing her left wrist between.