Ranma had left Ucchan’s and was walking down the street, when he heard someone calling his name from a side ally. “Oh, it’s you again, ain’t it? The way you disappeared, I’d hoped I wouldn’t see you for a while. What’cha got in the big bag? ' Bulky enough.”
“Never mind what I got, just—Hey!”
Suspicious of the slut, Ranma peeked anyway. “Tampons and pads? A lot of ‘em.”
“I have two sisters, you know!”
“No, I didn’t know. Say, where do you live? I mean if I have to be a “live-in lover”, I guess I have to live with you.”
“{Sigh} You’ll recognize the place. C’mon. But first we’re going to Dr. Tofu’s.”
Akane walked as fast as she could, keeping her eyes downcast, trying to avoid looking at any girls.
“Oh, no!! Not again!” Ranma yelled from behind her.
The sudden outbust made Akane look before she could think not to. The martial artist was using his fast—very fast—footwork to smudge out a chalk drawing on the cement. Akane was still able to see it had been a busty, curvaceous, chibi cartoon of the pigtailed girl. Not satisfied that it wasn’t still recognizable, Ranma rushed into the produce stall behind it and brought out the nozzle of its hose and a scrub brush. Getting down on his hands and knees he worked to clean it away.
In his single-minded ferocity, he got the cold water on herself. The cutie now had a wet “tee shirt” look that would win any competition. It clung to her bountiful breasts in a way that left only their skin tone in doubt. Even the silk’s wrinkles highlighted their three-dimensional roundness, broken only by the jutting nipples. The cold of the water had made them stand out quite well. `Or are they hard because she’s turned-on?`
Akane knew that it wouldn’t be long before she had to replace the sanitary pad she’d put in her panties just minutes ago.
Sun Oct 29 02:55:02 2006