“Pervert!” Akane yelled, running away, crying.
She got a short way before stumbling over an exposed root. Embarrassed, she turned, expecting some comment about how clumsy she was; but trees hid her. She leaned against one.
She could hear the wet sounds of sex. She could feel how squishy she was; down there, in a place she had fought to ignore before. Before last night, that was. She knew she was in heat. Her hands were under her pajamas before she was fully conscious of what they were doing.
She masturbated; it was the first time she ever had. But Shampoo had demonstrated on her all of the ways there were for a woman to cum without a man. Akane just had to apply them, now, without a woman, too. “Isn’t a normal girl supposed to do it alone before with someone else?” the “tomboy” said with tears still in her eyes.
Akane found her efforts awkward, clumsy, without a rhythm. She poked the insides of her hole with her fingers; and, rubbing, gave too much friction to her outer sex; and her nails nearly cut her clit. But she came. It was hardly satisfactory effort, though. It was probably like her cooking; she could do it...if she didn’t put pressure on herself. She was definitely missing something in her technique; several somethings, more than likely.
What she missed most of all was her first lover, Shampoo.
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