14. Welcome Home (F / F)

I knock on the door. Footsteps approach and Tenten opens it for me. She’s wearing casual clothes with her hair down, just a shoulder-bearing purple top and short black bottoms.

“I’m back.”

Tenten leaps into my arms and yanks at the zipper of my coat to expose my mouth. She kisses me hard, shoving me against the doorframe so her lips can apply more pressure. Her hands pull at my hair and squeeze my tits while her tongue invades like a burglar come to steal my heart.

She kisses me like she needs to prove I’m alive. Then Tenten breaks the kiss for a moment to speak. “Welcome home.”

Then she dives in again.

After a stunned second, I embrace her. She hungrily devours my mouth and I let her take the lead. Tenten makes a game of catching my tongue, sucking it into her mouth, and playfully biting. She straddles my leg, pressing her hip into my kindling core.

She feels so good on me. I taste her strawberry lip balm and a tear escapes my eye. I melt against her. Having noticed something, she releases my tongue and leans back to look at me. Tenten removes my glasses and meets my gaze.

“What’s wrong?”

Unable to muster the energy to speak, I release a heavy sigh. Tenten grabs me by the hand and drags me inside. She shoves me into the bathroom.

“Clean up. I’m making dinner,” she says and dashes for the kitchen.

I obey, disrobing and climbing into the shower. The hot water helps me relax. I replay the past few weeks in my head. Again. I think about the mistakes I’ve made. Again.

Then I hear Tenten get in the shower with me. She hugs me from behind with her arms around my middle. I feel her soft, small breasts on my back and my lips quirk into a grin. She reminds me I’ve made a few good choices too.

“You’ve been in here for a while.”

I guess I have.

She spins me around and pushes me against the wall. I’ve got nowhere to retreat to as she plunders my mouth again. Her left hand fondles my chest while her right opens my flower to stroke the petals. The water and her attentions warm me enough that I cup her boob in one hand and stroke her ass with the other.

I marvel at the way she fills my palms like we were made for each other.

She moves her mouth from mine to a nipple and suckles on me while inching a finger into my honeypot. I press the back of her head into my chest and moan. Tenten’s tongue teases my tit, her free hand tweaks my other nipple, and her fingers pump my pussy.

The heat spreads from my breasts and core throughout my body. My hips involuntarily gyrate in time with her touch. Tenten coaxes girlish breathy moans from my throat that I barely recognize as my voice.

I extend a leg and she clamps her thighs on me to grind her core against my skin. My hand on her ass sneaks a finger onto her rosebud. Her pelvic thrusts quicken as I circle her pucker without penetrating. The added thrill and stimulation are enough this time. My other hand mimics Tenten’s ministrations to my breast on hers.

She is patient with me, not pursuing her pleasure above mine. Tenten takes my nipple between her teeth, brushes the tip with her tongue, and presses her lips onto my breast. All the while, she fucks my tunnel with two fingers until I punctuate my completion with a loud grunt.

As I stand there, gasping, she kneels on the shower floor to look at me. My pubic hairs have grown out during the mission. Nodding to herself, she grabs a razor and cream.

“I don’t know about you, but I prefer that freshly shaved feeling during oral.” Tenten lifts my left leg over her shoulder and starts trimming my downstairs. “Your hair is dark like mine. It’s really noticeable when there’s even a little. I think it’s sexy, but I believe we’ll both prefer the texture afterward.”

Her skillful hands finish the job in short minutes.

After putting the tools away, she gives me a long lick along the length of my pussy. The texture of her tongue on my bare skin is awe-inspiring. She laughs into my muff as I bite my lip and hum my approval. Tenten reintroduces two fingers to my tunnel and finds my special place.

The feeling of her rubbing my g-spot is unlike being penetrated or clitoral stimulation. It’s like having to pee, but there’s nothing to release. This internal pressure grows as she relentlessly stirs my insides.

Tenten continues massaging that spot as her lips suck my labia into her mouth. Her tongue explores me all over and circles my clit again and again. My hips buck against her. I hold onto her hair buns like horns on a riding saddle. The pressure inside me mounts higher and higher.

It’s her eyes that send me over the edge.

She looks at me with those coffee-brown eyes like I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her. I’ve never felt so wanted.

Fuck.

“Tenten-chan… I’m… Aaahhhnnn!”

My body’s release is astounding.

I squirt her with pussy juice and collapse against the wall as I lose control of my limbs. Tenten’s ninja training allows her to catch me with ease. She holds me until the tremors cease.

“Feeling better, babe?” she asks with an infectious smile. I nod and we towel dry. “I left dinner in the bedroom.”

I don’t deserve a girlfriend this awesome.

We eat homemade fried rice naked on her bed. I tell her everything.