Meanwhile, Akane had made her way to train station, having "accidentally" flashed her chest once and her lower half twice since parting ways with her dear Shampoo-sama.
"Hmm…the 'bullet train,' huh?" she murmured. "Nope, don't have enough for that. Sorry, Shampoo-sama…I hope the regular local line is good enough." Purchasing her ticket, the bewitched Tendo girl stood waiting for a train to Shinjuku. Glancing at the people around her, she spotted a pair of boys nearby, no more than fourteen. The two were her height or just a little shorter, one with short black hair and glasses and the other with longer hair dyed blond. They were approaching slowly, and the way they carried themselves ("subtly," or so their untrained, hormone-driven, adolescent brains had convinced them) clearly showed they were interested in her.
'Oh? It just goes to show that boys are perverts at any age,' Akane thought wryly. 'Will they try something here on the platform? Well, maybe I can discourage them if I let them know they're in for disappointment…' Making sure their eyes were on her backside, she pretended to drop something and bent at the waist to pick it up. Smirking to herself, the blue-haired girl surreptitiously allowed the rear of her skirt to ride up and give the boys a clear view of her entire crotch.
"Oopsie!" Akane chuckled, turning back to gauge the teens' reactions. They were positively transfixed, standing wide eyed and rigidly in place. Glancing further down, she noted with a strange shiver that one part of their anatomies was especially rigid. Shaking off that ill-defined feeling, she turned away and prepared to board the train that was just arriving. However, she missed the boys coming out of their stupor and sharing a questioning glance. Nodding simultaneously, the pair's expressions turned intense as they followed the short-haired girl who'd just practically offered herself up to them.
Shortly, Akane was standing by a door on the packed train, gazing out the window as she wondered what Shampoo-sama and Ranma-kun would be doing that evening. Would she finally succeed in seducing him? Akane certainly hoped so. They were both so beautiful and amazing, as if they were made for each other. She could only dream of a day when they might deem her worthy to share their bed. The Tendo girl may not have been their equal, but she adored both of them so much that she'd do almost anything to be closer to them. She'd even settle for simply being allowed to watch the two of them make love. Oh, that would be so hot…
Akane instantly snapped out of her reverie as she felt a pair of hands begin to fondle her behind. Her instinct was to whirl on the interloper and send him flying out the opposite side of the train. Then she remembered Shampoo's instructions. 'Right, right. Of course! I need to let them touch me if I want them get the message that I'm not wearing any underwear,' she thought to herself. 'Besides, I do love being touched in public. It's so…naughty!' "Mmm…" she moaned quietly as the hands groping her bottom moved up to caress her small but pert breasts through her sweater.
'Wait…' she realized with a low gasp, 'they're still on my ass. This is someone else!' Indeed, Akane now had four hands upon her—two squeezing her small orbs and tugging at her nipples, and two more that had slipped under her skirt and were pawing at her round, firm butt directly.
"Oooh…" Akane mumbled, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the situation. She was soon pushed over the edge entirely, however, when she felt mouths descend upon both sides of her neck. 'This is, this is…like my fantasy! Ranma-kun…Shampoo-sama…' The girl was soon lost in her own dreams, drifting away from the full reality of the moment.
"You love that, don't you?" a cocky voice whispered in her right ear. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? To show yourself off so we would come to you…so we'd take you right here, right now!" With that, the young man licked her ear and pinched her nipples.
Awareness of her surroundings returning for the moment, Akane was able to register that her current molesters were, in fact, the boys from the platform. But before that line of thought could progress any further, the boy kissing the left side of her neck slipped one hand around her front and down between her legs to her rapidly moistening folds.
"Whoa. She's so wet, Masaomi!" he quietly exclaimed. "Do you think she'd let us…?"
"Don't worry about me," the first boy answered. "Saki-chan would kill me if she found out I was doin' something like this. But why don't you move in front of this chick and I'll give you two some cover, okay?"
"Thanks, man," the second replied, removing his hands from the horny girl while he worked his way around her so that they stood face to face with his back to the door.
The loss of contact at her crotch slowly brought Akane's focus back to the present as she found herself staring into the face of the dark-haired, glasses-wearing boy from earlier. 'Ohh…hey, he's kind of cute up close. I like his eyes; he kind of looks like a young Tofu-sensei. I guess that means the blond is the one mauling my boobs. Doing a good job, too. It feels really nice…' she observed, smiling dreamily.
Taking her expression as an invitation, the boy in front of her returned his ministrations to the dazed girl's dripping slit. "I'm Takeru," he offered with a grin.
"Hmm? Oh…Akane. Hi. That feels…amazing. Oh!" she panted as Takeru found her clit and began to tease it.
Further emboldened, Takeru used his free hand to take hold of her rear and pull her tight against him. His companion, Masaomi, moved forward as well so that Akane was firmly sandwiched between them. "You're so damn cute!" he whispered. "I can't resist." With that, Takeru pressed his lips firmly against Akane's.
Shocked by the new and sudden contact, a wide-eyed Akane opened her mouth enough to allow Takeru's tongue to gain entrance. 'He's, he's…kissing me!' she shouted in her head. 'I have to stop him! But…but kissing is touching also, isn't it? And I do love being touched in public. And…wow…it's all so good. Ah…' Her thoughts grew muddled by pleasure as her eyes drifted shut and she began to return the kiss with abandon.
"She's totally into it, man!" Masaomi encouraged. "Go for it soon before someone notices us!"
Not even stopping in his duel of tongues with Akane, Takeru released her behind and fumbled with the fly of his pants. Soon, he was able to pull his modest six-and-a half-inch erection from the confines of his underwear. (He was still growing, so he was rather hopeful he'd pick up a bit more size down there within the next year or two.) Pushing her thighs apart with his leg, he guided his achingly hard cock toward Akane's slippery petals. Takeru thought he might explode at the first electric touch of her waiting pussy, but Akane was so wrapped up in lust that she didn't yet realize just what was happening. It wasn't until Takeru began to slide his length fully into her sheath that the blue-haired girl's eyes flew open and she pulled herself away, panting, from his soft yet demanding lips.
"Wha…? What are you doing?" she asked, dumbfounded, as she tried to take stock of the situation. She'd just been passionately kissing a boy she'd never met before after he started fondling her on the train. His friend continued to play with her swollen breasts, though he had at some point moved under her sweater to access them directly. And then…
…Yes, there was definitely something inside her. It was, it was—
"Oh, my. You're…fucking me, aren't you?" she asked, scarcely able to believe what was happening.
"Uh, yeah," a suddenly nervous Takeru replied. "Did you, um, want me to stop?" he asked sheepishly.
That…was a surprisingly good question. A part of her complained that this certainly wasn't how she'd intended to lose her virginity—even if she could never give it to Shampoo and Ranma, she'd at least hoped she'd lose it with someone she actually knew.
But despite that, she'd never felt better in her life. And just like kissing, sex is a kind of touching too. With that flash of understanding, she made her decision.
"No," she answered softly, shaking her head, "just…keep touching me, okay? Both of you."
In response, Takeru began thrusting into Akane. That elicited a series of low moans from the girl that were steadily increasing in intensity. "Mmm…oh! You perverts…" she murmured, a hint of affection undermining any sense of condemnation in her words.
'Unbelievable…I feel so full! I never guessed it would be so wonderful, even with Ranma-kun and Shampoo-sama. If only they were here now! But…this boy…there's something about him. And he's so good at this!' Akane praised the boy in her mind. 'In fact, I think I'm going to-'
"Yes! Mmph!" she squealed, her exclamation muffled by Takeru's lips on her own. Clutching the hair of her partner in this impromptu coupling, the sweat-soaked girl struggled to ride out her own utterly overwhelming orgasm even as she felt his scorching juices burst forth inside her. Moaning into the younger boy's mouth, Akane wished that the moment could last forever.
Yet all too soon, Takeru's kisses turned softer, more tentative, and the hands disappeared from atop her poor, abused breasts. Slowly, she felt his softening shaft pull out, a steady trickle of fluids running down her inner thighs. Sighing, the Tendo girl rested her forehead against his as she worked to get her heart rate under control.
The bespectacled boy who'd just taken Akane's virginity was similarly trying to calm himself as he gazed into the flushed girl's eyes. Takeru gently ran his fingers through her hair, not quite realizing he was leaving a sticky trail of their combined juices in his wake.
"Hey, um…" he whispered, "Akane, right? We should probably get off now. I mean…the train. Get off the train. At the next stop. Uh…heh," Takeru chuckled nervously. "If someone hasn't noticed us yet, they will soon."
Akane's eyebrows shot up at that realization. But instead of leaping away from the boy, she simply stood up straight and smoothed out her clothing while Takeru did the same. She didn't even object when he took her hand in his a moment later. Behind her, the grinning Masaomi gave his pal a congratulatory thumbs up.
Shortly thereafter, young Takeru led Akane from the train car out onto the platform, the blushing teens' eyes fixed firmly towards the ground. The full weight of what they'd done had begun to sink in for both of them. Masaomi walked on ahead, whistling a cheery tune.
"So, Akane…" Takeru began, coming to a halt and shyly turning toward the older girl as he pushed his glasses back up his nose, "do you need to be anywhere? Would you, um, like to hang out or something? We could get some sushi, maybe, or how 'bout an arcade? There's a great one not too far from here…"
"Karaoke!" Masaomi interjected. "I can call Saki-chan and we can make it a double date."
"D- date?" Akane muttered to herself, looking into Takeru's anxious yet hopeful eyes. Sighing, she turned away.
"Sorry," the blue-haired girl replied, "but I already have plans. It's not that I don't want to…" 'It's not?' she wondered. Then what was it?
"…Oh. Yeah. That's fine," Takeru said, visibly deflated. "Maybe another time, then?" he suggested, forcing a smile.
"Sure. Maybe," agreed Akane, giving a small smile in return. She then found herself blinking in surprise as Masaomi shoved a hastily scribbled note in her face.
"Here," the blond boy said. "That's Takeru's number and email. Give 'im a call, will ya? Or at least a text. I even drew you a portrait if you find you can't remember what the little dork looks like. He is pretty forgettable, you know." Indeed, on the note was a crude chibi figure of a boy with big glasses winking at her as he held up his figures in a classic V sign.
"Hey!" said "dork" protested, shooting his friend a furious glare.
Despite her thoroughly confused feelings at the moment, Akane found herself giggling lightly at the boys' antics. "Thanks," Akane stated softly, storing the note away safely in her skirt pocket. "And I definitely won't forget."
"Well, come on, then, Takeru!" Masaomi called as he sauntered toward the exit. "I'm starvin', and there's some nigiri with my name on it! Or maybe we can stop for noodles first! Oh, you know what I haven't had in a while? Okonomiyaki! That'd be great. Too bad the best place for that is back in Nerima…"
At the mention of a certain restaurant, Akane could feel her eye twitching.
"Well, I guess I have to be going," Takeru confirmed. "Thanks, Akane. It was…nice."
"Yeah. Nice…" she repeated, unsure of what more to say. Noticing the boy staring expectantly at her lips, Akane said, "Um…you can if you want to."
That was all the invitation he needed, as Takeru quickly pressed his lips to the short-haired girl's once again. While not as heated as their earlier efforts, it still conveyed a great deal of passion on both sides.
With Masaomi's insistent call of "Takeru!" however, the moment came to an end. As they moved to separate at last, girl and boy alike seemed startled to realize they'd been holding hands since before they got off the train. Blushing with renewed vigor, they each took a few embarrassed steps back.
"So, I'll see you later then…hopefully," Takeru said.
"Right," Akane answered, nodding. "See you…"
Reluctantly, Takeru turned and raced after his friend. "Hey, Masaomi! Wait up, you jerk!" he shouted, and soon both boys were out of sight.
Akane sighed. This was not how she expected her night to go. All she'd planned to do was see a movie, give Shampoo-sama and Ranma-kun a few hours of quality time alone, maybe deprive a few perverts of the underwear they all seemed to love so much, and maybe get a few simple thrills from being groped in a public place. All in all, a pretty modest evening.
"Now what do I do?" she asked aloud, before pausing to sniff out the odor she'd noticed. With a look of disgust, she determined it was coming from herself. She stank of sweat and other things she chose not to dwell on too much. Running her hand through her hair in exasperation, she came upon some clumps of hair stuck together by unknown substances. "Ew! Crusty!" the girl exclaimed.
'Okay, okay. First thing I've gotta do is clean up! I can figure the rest out later. I know! I'll ask Shampoo-sama. She always seems to know what's best for me,' Akane decided with a smile and a determined nod. As she turned toward the exit, she allowed her skirt to billow up once more and grant any passersby a glimpse of her bare ass—and fluid-stained thighs.
Course of action set, the youngest Tendo skipped off in search of a restroom in order to freshen up before heading off to the cinema. Akane might not yet have figured out just how she felt about what she'd done on the train, but she certainly didn't want people to smell those activities on her. There were perverts everywhere, after all.
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