Standard disclaimer:

      See parts I and II for the disclaimer.  You can probably recite

 these things by heart now, anyway.

 

 

                      Sakura Lemon--Part III

                            KaitouAce

 

      Tomoyo muttered pathetically as she lay in her bed.  She had

 destroyed the most important thing she could ever have: her

 friendship with Sakura.  Everything was a haze to Tomoyo, her

 vision clouded by pain and tears.  Her head pounded, her heart

 ached . . . it was as if Sakura's rejection had made her

 physically ill.  All she could hear was Sakura's anger-filled

 voice.  And the more she heard it, the sicker she became.  All

 she wanted was for the anguish to end.  Sadly, she could only

 come to one conclusion.  There was only one definite way to stop

 the pain.  The very idea terrified her but Sakura's coldness was

 worse.  She stood up, tears pouring down her face, and prepared

 for the end.  But as she reached the door, something stopped her.

 As much as she knew she didn't deserve it, she couldn't bear to

 leave this world without seeing Sakura's smile once more.  And as

 she thought about Sakura, she couldn't help but remember their

 last, fabulous evening together.  She desperately shook the image

 out of her mind.  She wouldn't do that.  She had no right.  Not

 after what she did to Sakura.  But her body was in too much need.

 She couldn't resist the urge of one final moment of ecstacy.

 Tomoyo slowly turned toward her viewing room, disgusted with

 herself for not being able to give Sakura the respect she

 deserved.  As she headed inside she slowly began to disrobe.  She

 took a final breath and began to descend the slope of the

 theater-like room.  To her, it felt as if she was entering her

 own Dante's Inferno with the trail of clothes the only symbol of

 her existence and her only lifeline from eternal damnation.

 

 

      Sakura sat in her room silently.  She couldn't believe what

 she had done.  Tomoyo was gone.  But it had to be.  Tomoyo had

 hurt her in a way no one had ever hurt her before.  She deserved

 it.  But that didn't make it any less painful.  She felt her eyes

 well up again as she fell deeper into sadness.

      "Sakura."

      Sakura jumped when she heard her name.  She turned, trying

 to wipe the tears out of her eyes.

      "Sakura, are you all right?"

      She was surprised to see Kero-chan hovering in front of her

 with a look of concern on his face.  Sakura quickly tried to come

 up with a story to hide her shame.

      "Oh!  Kero-chan!  I'm fine!  Just . . . something in my

 eyes."

      Kero-chan sighed and stared at her intently.

      "No need to lie Sakura.  I know what happened.  I was there,

 remember?"

      Sakura gasped as she barely recalled when Kero-chan flew to

 her that night before Touya came in.  It didn't occur to her that

 he had overheard the whole thing.  Sakura started to cry again.

      "Kero-chan, I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to do it!  I . . . "

      "It's ok, Sakura.  Don't apologize.   But I did see Tomoyo

 run out of here.  She looked really upset.  What happened?"

      Sakura stuttered, unsure of what to say.  But her silence

 confirmed Kero-chan's suspicions.  " . . . It was her, wasn't

 it?"

      Sakura's mouth was agape as her shameful secret was

 revealed.  She desperately tried to defend herself.

      "It wasn't me!  It was Tomoyo-chan who did this to me!  I

 can't help it anymore!  Please let me stay a Card Captor!"

      Kero-chan became more than a little agitated at Sakura's

 words.

      "Be quiet, Sakura!"

      Sakura was shocked at Kero-chan's tone and prepared herself

 for the worst.

      "You are and will always be a Card Captor.  Nothing can

 change your destiny.  Your personal feelings and affiliations are

 irrevelant.  If you weren't worthy, you wouldn't have been able

 to open the book.  But what MIGHT change you is if you continue

 to blame your friend for your mistake."

      Sakura sat quietly, absorbing Kero-chan's words.  Surely

 that wasn' t right.  All that pain she went through, all that

 suffering . . . Tomoyo was the cause.  She was the one who made

 her feel . . . Sakura froze.  As strange a situation as this was,

 all Tomoyo did was make her feel good.  Really good.  The pain

 came later . . . when Sakura tried to do things herself.  But

 Sakura was still confused.

      "It was Tomoyo-chan who made me feel like this.  I couldn't

 stop myself . . . myself?"

      The word shook her completely.  Myself.  She couldn't

 control HERSELF.  Tomoyo wasn't to blame for that.  And she

 didn't know Sakura had hurt herself so the later pain wasn't

 really her fault either.  She should  have just told Tomoyo

 outright.  Then she would have understood.  Tomoyo was just

 trying to help.  She began to feel relieved when her harsh words

 came to mind.  Sakura visibly jumped as she realized what she

 had done.

      "Oh no!  Kero-chan, I've done a horrible thing!  What do I

 do?!"

      Sakura became frantic at the thought of not being friends

 with Tomoyo anymore.  Once again, Kero-chan provided a simple

 answer.

      "Apologize."

      "But . . . but how?  After what I said . . . "

      Kero-chan thought a bit, then came up with a way.  The only

 way really, given the situation.  He blushed slightly as he said

 it.

      " . . . Anyway you have to."

      Sakura realized what Kero-chan was suggesting and it

 embarrassed her.  She questioned her friend.

      "Is--is that ok?"

      "Only you know the answer to that."

      Sakura slowly smiled and jumped from the bed.  She quickly

 dressed and raced out of the house, determined to save her

 friendship in any way possible.

 

 

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . please."

      "Eh?  Please what, Sakura-chan?"

      "Please . . . touch me."

      Tomoyo sat back in a seat, completely nude rubbing herself

 frantically while staring at the screen.

      One day.

      It had only been one day ago when they were

 inseparable.  Now they were through and all Tomoyo had were

 videos.  Tomoyo moaned as she orgasmed once again, the seat's

 cushion now completely soaked.  Small drips occassionally fell

 from the oversaturated fabric to the floor.  She had come more

 times in the past hour than she had her entire young life.  Her

 virgin lips were swollen and red.  Everytime she touched herself,

 she caused herself pain.  But she didn't care.  Her suffering

 paled in comparison to what Sakura must have felt.  Any pain was

 well deserved.  She cried desperately to the screen.

      "Oh Sakura-chan!  What did I do?!  Please tell me!!!"

      But all that replied was just more evidence of her guilt as

 she sank back in her seat, gingerly touching herself once again.

 

      After being let in, Sakura rushed upstairs to Tomoyo's room.

 Her mind was agonizing over what to say and do.  Should she just

 apologize?  What if Tomoyo didn't accept?  And what about

 Kero-chan's suggestion?  Should she actually go through with

 that?  Fortunately for Sakura, she stopped thinking long enough

 to avoid running into Tomoyo's door.  She knocked but found the

 door already open.  She slowly stepped inside, ready to

 apologize.  She quietly called for Tomoyo but she didn't appear

 to be inside.  Sakura closed the door behind her.  After

 searching for a minute, Sakura sat on Tomoyo's bed confused.  She

 knew Tomoyo's room was large but it wasn't THAT large.  Sakura

 began to whimper, wanting to clear things up as soon as possible.

      "Tomoyo-chan, where ARE you?"

      Just then, Sakura noticed Tomoyo's school shirt on the

 floor.  She went to it and saw the skirt a little farther away.

 They made a trail toward . . .

      "Her movie room!  I almost forgot!  She must be in there."

      Sakura was relieved that she had found her friend.  But

 nothing could have prepared her for the scene she saw when she

 entered.

 

      Tomoyo was completely lost as she exhausted her mind and

 body.  She was totally immersed in a fantasy world.  A world

 where she and Sakura were best friends and even lovers.  She

 didn't remember anything she was planning on doing or care if

 anyone found her.  All that mattered was the smiles on the two

 girls faces on the screen.  Just as she was forcing another

 orgasm, a giant shadow loomed over the screen.  Tomoyo was

 relieved.  Someone had finally found her.  Now her punishment

 would be complete.  With luck, they'd yell at her, maybe even

 beat her.  And if that wasn't enough, she could always . . .

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . "

      Tomoyo's head whirled around at the sound of the timid

 voice.  As ready as she was for any kind of punishment, Tomoyo

 couldn't handle Sakura.  She sat motionless in her seat waiting

 for Sakura to approach.  But Sakura was frozen in place.  She

 couldn't believe what she was seeing.  Her eyes were wide as

 saucers as she watched the events of the previous evening play

 out literally larger than life.  The clothing she had followed to

 find Tomoyo had slowly filtered out of her arms and bundled up

 near her feet.  She didn't even notice the door close behind her.

 She just stared . . . and felt another powerful explosion

 building.  Tomoyo tried to rush to Sakura and explain but her now

 sore body protested such quick movements.  She slowly moved up to

 Sakura with tears in her eyes and juices running down her leg.

      "Sakura . . . I . . . please listen."

      But Sakura wasn't.  Tomoyo's words faded as she stared at

 the screen.  But what Sakura was seeing wasn't sex but love, pure

 and unconditional.  As wonderful as the feelings in her body were

 then, they were overshadowed by the feelings in her heart.

 Tomoyo had gone so far just to please her, and she repaid her

 with anger and deceit.  Sakura felt terrible at what she had

 driven her friend to.  Her best friend who was . . .

      Sakura's vision now focused on the beautiful young girl

 before her.  Her large, now reddish eyes, her long black hair,

 pout lips, and pert breasts.  Sakura stared at Tomoyo and came to

 a final decision.  The choice she needed and wanted.

      " . . . so please just . . . Sakura-chan?"

      Tomoyo stopped talking when she noticed Sakura's eyes on

 her.  She knew she was naked but Sakura's intense stare

 embarrassed her.  She started to reach for the clothing Sakura

 dropped on the floor but Sakura gingerly pushed her back.  Tomoyo

 was surprised and a little angry.  She may have been at fault but

 she didn't need her shame to be prolonged any longer.  She just

 needed her final punishment.  She looked sternly at Sakura but

 received no reaction.  It was almost as if she were in a trance.

 Tomoyo started to question Sakura but was stopped short as Sakura

 quickly closed the distance between them.

      "Sakura-chan?"

      But Sakura continued to invade Tomoyo's personal space until

 her entire body was touching Tomoyo, her clothing brushing

 lightly against Tomoyo's nude form.  Sakura slowly moved her head

 to Tomoyo's ear and whispered, breaking her silence.

      "You won't need those."

      Tomoyo was shocked by Sakura's remark as she staggered back

 a bit, almost tumbling over.  She tried to compose herself but

 Sakura was once again upon her, her eyes piercing Tomoyo's soul.

 Sakura slowly took both her hands and held Tomoyo's head,

 caressing her face and cheeks softly.  Tomoyo was terribly

 confused and desperately in need of an answer to this situation.

 But before she could ask, Sakura answered her without question as

 she quickly darted forward and kissed Tomoyo strongly.

 Unprepared, Tomoyo managed to break free and catch her breath.

 She finally managed to ask her question.

      "S-Sakura-chan?  What are you doing?  What--what do you

 want?"

      Sakura thought about all that had happened to the two of

 them over the past 24 hours and about the apology she wanted to

 give.  But at this moment, all that was secondary.  She answered

 Tomoyo with the last word she would say until it was over.

      "You."

      Tomoyo immediately understood and was overjoyed.  By some

 miracle, she had been forgiven.  She was about to run into

 Sakura's arms but before she knew it she was already there,

 Sakura closing the gap herself.  She stared once again into

 Sakura's eyes which were loudly speaking her intentions.  She

 slowly moved her head forward as Sakura did the same.  The two

 met in a beautiful display of passion.  After a moment, Tomoyo

 once again reluctantly broke their kiss.  She tugged Sakura

 slightly, urging her back to her room.  However, Sakura didn't

 budge.  She just looked at Tomoyo with the same wild eyes as

 before.

      "Let's go back to my room, Sakura-chan."

      But Sakura answered Tomoyo by lightly carressing her small

 breasts, pinching her right nipple.

      "Ahh!  Sakura-chan?  I . . . ohh . . . !  We can't!  Not

 in . . . mmmmm!"

      Tomoyo ceased her objection as she was silenced by another

 kiss from Sakura.  Whatever she had planned, it would take place

 right then and there.  Tomoyo grudgingly agreed and began to lift

 Sakura's shirt off her body.  But before she could, Sakura

 grabbed Tomoyo's wrists and hauled her shirt back down.

      "S . . . Sakura-chan?"

      Sakura was determined to pay Tomoyo back for her friendship.

 Prolonging Tomoyo's wait with her own wants would just be in the

 way.  Sakura felt responsible for Tomoyo's sadness and was

 planning on giving her something she'd remember her entire life.

 Sakura wasn't concerned about herself.  This was Tomoyo's time.

 Sakura wrapped her left arm around Tomoyo and proceeded to kiss

 her neck, smiling as she heard her friend coo softly.  She then

 caressed the inside of Tomoyo's thigh, getting her hand sticky

 with Tomoyo's juices.  Sakura brought her hand up to her mouth

 and tasted it, much to Tomoyo's surprise.

      She stared as she watched Sakura's tongue slowly twist and

 squirm around her fingers, tasting Tomoyo with a look of hunger.

 Tomoyo started getting excited at this display as she felt a new

 trail slowly trickle down her leg.  Noticing this, Sakura smiled

 and started to rub Tomoyo's thin slit directly.  But Tomoyo's

 previous self-abuse proved to be too harsh as she winced at the

 slight pain.  Sakura saw her expression and knew what was wrong.

 She recalled the pain well.  Sakura closed her eyes in

 contemplation.  Tomoyo looked at her in confusion and a bit of

 sadness as well, feeling that she was hindering Sakura from even

 giving her pleasure.  But after a moment, Sakura opened her eyes

 and smiled.  Tomoyo was confused but soon didn't care as Sakura

 slowly licked her throat.  Her tongue traveled down to Tomoyo's

 left breast where she began to lick and suck at Tomoyo's erect

 nipple.  Tomoyo squealed in delight as she grasped Sakura's head,

 holding it to her chest.  But much to her dismay, Sakura soon

 stopped this action and stared into her eyes.  Sakura then

 enveloped Tomoyo in her arms and slowly slinked her way around

 her body.  Tomoyo closed her eyes and purred at the feeling of

 the soft cloth rubbing against her body.  But she didn't notice

 Sakura snake her way down her body until she was on her knees.

 Sakura smiled at the sight before her and began to lightly trace

 a fingernail along Tomoyo's inner thigh.  Tomoyo opened her eyes

 and was surprised to not see Sakura.  Suddenly she felt something

 warm and damp on her leg.  She looked down in shock as Sakura was

 slowly slurping up the many trails of juice along her legs.  She

 stared timidly as Sakura's increasingly messy face followed the

 tiny rivers of passion, eventually reaching their source.

      Sakura stared at Tomoyo's flower, shining faintly in the

 semi-dark room.  She approached it cautiously, inhaling the aroma

 her frend was giving off.  Tomoyo was fairly frightened, knees

 visibly shaking as she awaited the inevitable contact.  Sakura

 pressed her face into Tomoyo's crotch, nuzzling her nether region

 while making herself even more messy.  Tomoyo caught moans under

 her breath as she slowly began to rock her hips, pushing herself

 into her friend.  Sakura rubbed her face and cheeks into Tomoyo's

 crotch, feeling her friend's warmth as it spread across her face.

 She pulled away slowly, watching as a few sticky strands

 stretched from her face to Tomoyo before lightly breaking in the

 air.  Sakura looked lovingly at Tomoyo's pussy, lips slightly

 swollen from before.  Sakura raised her hands to it, parting it

 slightly with both thumbs.  She looked at the sensitive organ and

 blew on it gently.  Tomoyo squealed at the cold intrusion.

 Sakura then lightly kissed it, pecking it in various places.

 Tomoyo was more than ready for Sakura to start but she continued

 toying with her.  Tomoyo began whimpering awaiting release and

 Sakura smiled inwardly, remembering how Tomoyo made her

 practically beg for contact before.  She felt Tomoyo push the

 back of her head with her hands and decided not to make her wait

 any longer.  Sakura slowly extended her tongue and laid it at the

 bottom of Tomoyo's pussy.  She wiggled it briefly making Tomoyo

 squirm before making one broad stroke from the bottom of Tomoyo's

 slit to the top.

      " . . . OOOOOOHHHH!!!!!"

      With that sound, Sakura began licking at Tomoyo in earnest.

 Tomoyo shuddered with passion as she drove Sakura's head into her

 crotch, trying to increase her pleasure as much as possible.  For

 her, this was like a dream come true.  There was nothing but

 them.  She ran her fingers through Sakura's hair as she bucked

 her hips into Sakura's face.  Sakura's head was swimming with the

 aroma of her friend.  She increased her licking at a frenzied

 pace.  She was caught in a cycle.  The faster she went, the

 stronger the aroma and the stronger the smell, the faster she

 went.  Sakura thrust her tongue deep into Tomoyo, causing her

 legs to buckle and body to shake.  Sakura had noticed a small nub

 at the upper part of Tomoyo's slit that was barely visible.

 Whenever she touched it, Tomoyo's pleasure seemed to increase.

 She began focusing on that area and Tomoyo grabbed Sakura's head

 with both hands, confirming her discovery.  Tomoyo began flowing

 stronger than before and Sakura savored every drop.  Tomoyo began

 panting and moaning at a increasing pace and Sakura knew she was

 ready.  Sakura's hands slowly moved up Tomoyo's legs until they

 reached her rear.  Sakura rubbed it softly with both hands

 causing more squirming from Tomoyo.  Suddenly, without warning,

 Sakura gripped Tomoyo firmly, forcing her hips into her face.

 Using this leverage, Sakura thrust her tongue as far inside

 Tomoyo as possible while sucking her lower lips as hard as she

 could.

      Tomoyo froze, feeling the soft intruder penetrate farther

 than she thought possible.  There was a moment of silence as

 Sakura held Tomoyo in place.  Then Tomoyo exploded in a literal

 flood of ecstasy, soaking Sakura's cute face as she yelled for

 her friend at the top of her lungs.

 

 

      Tomoyo awoke in her room.  It took a second to remember what

 happened.  She tried to move but her body refused, too exhausted

 to comply.  She stared outward but didn't see Sakura.  She tried

 to look around but was still too weak.  Wondering how she reached

 her bed, she suddenly had a terrible thought.  Maybe it was all

 just a hallucination.  A final grasp at redemption.  She called

 for Sakura, her voice shaking and becoming frantic.

      "Sakura-chan . . . Sakura-chan!  Where are you?!

 Sakura . . . "

      "I'm here."

      Tomoyo forced herself to jerk around to see Sakura sitting

 slightly behind her.

      "Sakura-chan."

      Tomoyo was obviously relieved as she fell backwards, her

 head resting in Sakura's lap.  Sakura proceeded to run her

 fingers through Tomoyo's hair.

      "Sakura-chan . . . that was wonderful.  But . . . are you

 okay with all this?"

      Sakura shook her head and smiled at her friend.

      "Yeah.  I'm really sorry about what I said.  You were just

 trying to do what you thought was right.  I just took it too far

 without understanding.  I should have talked to you first."

      Tomoyo flushed slightly at the remark.

      "Well . . . it's not like I know everything about this.  I'm

 fairly new to this as well.  I don't know much more than you.  I

 wanted to ask but was afraid of peoples reactions."

      "I know what you mean.  So what do we do?"

      Tomoyo closed her eyes in thought, then spoke.

      "Keep living, I suppose."

      Sakura realized that was really all either of them could do.

 Being discovered may be a problem but that shouldn't affect their

 relationship.  The important thing was that she and Tomoyo were

 together.  She held Tomoyo's hand as she stared down at her

 newfound lover.  No matter what happened from now on, they would

 face it as friends.

 

 

 

      END . . . . . . for now.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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      Well, that's the end of my first fanfic.  Hope everyone

 liked reading it as much I liked writing it.  Well, the first

 time anyway.  Typing hunched over a keyboard for hours sucks.

      I'd rather just have a pencil.

      Any comments, criticitsms, etc. can be made to

 kaitouace@hotmail.com.  With the exception of pointless flames,

 I'll ALWAYS write back if you like.

 

 Upcoming stories:

 Tenchi/Sasami----MY version

 Chibiusa/Usagi

 

 Later stuff:

 Chibiusa/Hotaru

 Sasami/Misao (Pretty Sammy TV)

 Second Card Captor Sakura Trilogy (Li and Mei Lin mostly)

 Utena/Anthy?

 ChaCha story?

 Chibiusa/Helios?

 

      If you're wondering why all these stories have young

 characters, keep reading.

      If anyone's still here after the show, I'd like to explain

 the method to my madness.

      I'm one of the guys everyone hates.  I'm a constant lurker,

 don't sign any guestbooks (usually), and only expect to find

 totally free hentai on the net.  But besides all that, I think

 there are certain people who get bad reps.  Everywhere I go, even

 among hentai guys, people who look at fics like these are

 considered scum or losers at best.  Pedophiles at worst . . . or

 is that the same thing?  Anyhow, I don't particularly think

 that's fair.  First of all, good writing is good writing.  I'd

 rather read a good Sasami story than a crappy Ryoko story.

 That's what I'm trying to do.  I'm not much on lots of foul

 language and dirty slang.  Not that I'm putting that down, I just

 can't write that way.  I've been told I'm a bit of a romantic and

 that shows in most of my writing.  What I see a LOT of is bad

 writing with young characters, which makes it just that much

 harder for guys like me.  I'm trying to write some decent stories

 with young characters so maybe we can get a LITTLE more respect.

 I won't name names but some of the stuff is ridiculous enough

 without it happening to 10 year olds.

      Which brings me to my next point.  I'm trying to be more

 realistic as well.  First times involve pain.  Especially if it

 were to happen then.  I want my stories to convey more physical

 and mental realism.  Not EVERY girl in the world who has sex

 enjoys it or if they do, may feel bad afterwards depending on the

 situation.  I want more realism, plain and simple.  Not 8 year

 olds with older guys up their butts with carrots AND animals in

 their pussy . . . oops--said too much.

      Third, I LIKE little girls!  Let's face it.  The Japanese

 culture isn't exactly against this type of thinking.  In most

 shows out there, the "little girl" is usually the most likable of

 the cast and there is always a little overshadowing to the

 concept of them with the main character or some other guy.

 Chibi-Usa and Mamoru, Sasami-chan and Tenchi, the list goes on.

 Just look at the RIDICULOUS amount of Ruri Hoshino merchandise.

 She's not the ONLY female on Nadesico, you know.

      Finally, anime age is NOT a fact, it's a suggestion.  To be

 totally honest, ALL anime females look at least 2 years older

 than their actual age.  Sailor Moon starts off at 14.  I can

 BARELY see that.  I never bought Sasami being 8 as far as age

 goes.  I have 8 year old cousins that don't look close to

 whatever age she's supposed to be.  Plus the, younger characters

 are almost ALWAYS the smartest or wisest characters.  Look at

 Sasami and to a lesser extent, Washu.  It's like a trap, I tell

 you!

      I also look at Sakura Lemon and see what's missing.  That

 also is part of my reason for picking what I do.  Card Captor

 Sakura is that popular and only ONE fic . . . not if I have

 anything to say about it.

      But besides all this, just do your own thing.  I own TONS of

 this stuff.  Little girls, big girls, mean girls, sweet girls,

 whatever.  I don't put down ANYBODY'S stuff.  I have preferences

 like anyone else but I can read them all . . . well, most of

 them.  The most important thing to remember is: IT'S NOT REAL!

 It's anime.  I dread the thought of anyone reading my fic and

 molesting an elementary school girl.  Let's all just keep it in

 our pants and agree to disagree.  I'll head to that cool Sasami

 story and you can go to that Sailor Moon being raped by tentacles

 and killed story.  Whatever floats your boat.

      I'm ALWAYS up for conversation too.  Annybody want to talk,

 my address is kaitouace@hotmail.com.  Anyone agree, disagree,

 want to ask me something, comment on my stories,or anything,

 please do.  I'll ignore flames of course. I get that from my own

 family.  But any actual critism will be commented on.  I'm still

 worried about my writing.

 

      That's it.  Sorry for babbling so long.  If you're still

 here, that is.