Standard disclaimer:

      This is a work of fiction, based off characters and a series

 which the author does not own.  Don't sue, the author has no

 money.  He would have had plenty of money, but the recount was

 suspended.

      This is part two of this story.  If you don't know what that

 means, then you're too young to be reading this anyway!  Go away,

 and come back once you've finished high school!

 

 

                      Sakura Lemon--Part II

                            KaitouAce

 

      Sakura tossed in a restless sleep.  Her mind filled with the

 images of her experience with Tomoyo.  Her body shivered as she

 remembered Tomoyo's every movement.  The feelings pleased her but

 there were other problems.  Sakura loved her friend more than

 anything else.  She couldn't bear the thought of being separated

 from her.  But Sakura was ashamed.  Ashamed of her feelings, both

 physical and non-physical.  Not only did being touched in her

 private spots frighten her but she knew that that type of

 behavior wasn't accepted by most people.  She dreaded the idea of

 anyone finding out.  She didn't want to be hated by anyone.  Her

 family might shun her.  Lee, Mei Lin, and her classmates would

 reject her.  Kero-chan might even consider her unfit to be a Card

 Captor.  And then there was Yukito.  All her hopes and dreams of

 being with him would be shattered.  The image of his disapproving

 drove her to jerk harshly, shutting her eyes so tightly they

 burned.  But besides all this, there was the other problem.  The

 feelings that began as soon as she left Tomoyo's that evening.

 The feelings that could be described by no other word than lust.

 The experience that Tomoyo gave her was like no other.  As much

 as she hated to admit it, she longed for Tomoyo's soft lips on

 her neck, her gentle fingers caressing her.  But those thoughts

 were wrong.  She knew that.  But her mind wouldn't let her forget

 those feelings.  Everything else paled in comparison.  She

 remembered how she relented after Tomoyo had made her orgasm.

 How she licked Tomoyo's finger wanting more.  How she wrapped her

 arms around Tomoyo, holding her into their kiss.  Sakura still

 longed for more.  Could something that felt so good really be

 that bad?  But all that mattered was that it was.  Sakura huddled

 herself into a fetal position, trying to forget.  But the motion

 of bunching herself up caused her body to involuntarily caress

 itself in a number of places.  Sakura moaned inwardly as her

 thoughts went back to Tomoyo.  She needed her so badly.  She had

 to experience those feelings again.  But how could she?  Without

 Tomoyo . . . Without realizing it, she slowly slid her own hand

 into her pajamas.  She felt her underwear and slid her finger

 across them noticing the already present dampness.  She rubbed

 herself with increasing speed, starting to squirm at the touch.

 But even as she was enjoying herself, a voice spoke to her in her

 head.

      "Don't do this.  It's wrong."

      But Sakura's lust answered back.

      "But it feels good.  It can't be bad."

      "But it is.  You need to stop."

      "I CAN'T!  I need it."

      "No.  You just want it and not everything you want is good

 for you."

      But Sakura wouldn't listen.  She remembered how Tomoyo had

 made her orgasm.  It was that final explosion she craved.  She

 manouvered her hand inside her panties and started to put a

 finger inside herself.

      "Sakura, no!  What will your family think?  What if you get

 caught?"

      "I don't care!"

      Sakura plunged her finger into herself and froze . . . but

 nothing happened.  It wasn't enough.  Not anymore.

      "See.  You can't even do it.  Your body knows it's wrong.

 Stop now."

      "No."

      Sakura stuck a second finger inside herself.  She arched her

 back as a wave of pleasure jolted through her . . . but it STILL

 wasn't the same.  It still wasn't enough.  Sakura began thrusting

 her fingers in and out of herself, determined to find what she

 had lost.  After what seemed like an eternity, Sakura made a

 discovery.  There was a point inside her she couldn't reach.

 There was something blocking the way.  She pushed it slightly and

 it bent a little.  She smiled to herself and began to push when

 her mind screamed at her, realizing her intention.

      "SAKURA!  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

      "This HAS to be it.  It's in the way."

      "You don't know what you're doing!  It could be important!

 Don't break it!"

      "I don't care."

      Sakura braced herself for the inevitable orgasm and pushed

 as hard as she could.

      "NO!!!"

      "YESSS!!!"

      And then the barrier tore.  And for Sakura, there was

 nothing but pain.  Her piercing scream shot through the house,

 shaking it to its foundation.  Kero-chan immediately woke and saw

 Sakura convulsing in pain.  He flew to her side in panic.

      "Sakura!  What's wrong?!  What is it?!"

      Sakura could only cry.  All she could see were tears and all

 she could hear and feel was the pain.  Suddenly, Touya burst

 through the door.  Kero-chan immediately fell into his stuffed

 animal mode as Touya ran to Sakura's side.

      "Sakura!  What's wrong?"

      She didn't answer.  She just cringed as she pulled away from

 him.

      "SAKURA!  Answer me!"

      " . . . It hurts . . . "

      "What hurts?  Sakura!"

      "Oniichan . . . It hurts . . . "

      "Let me see.  Show me."

      Sakura began to roll over but then stopped as she realized

 what would happen.  Touya would find out.  Then he'd tell

 everyone.  She'd be cast out.  Hated.

      " . . . No."

      Touya didn't understand what was going on but had to find

 out the problem.  He turned Sakura over, facing him.  He couldn't

 see her face but noticed her arms beneath the covers.

      "No.  Oniichan, please.  Go away."

      Sakura tried to stop Touya but couldn't as as he lifted the

 covers off her body.  Touya was caught completely off guard by

 what he saw.  Sakura's hand was thrust into her pajamas.  There

 was moisture all over the front.  Mixed with it were spots of red

 which Touya concluded must be blood.  Touya immediately realized

 what happened.  Sakura was terrified.  She desperately pleaded

 with Touya.

      "Please don't tell anyone!  I'll do anything you want!  I'll

 do all your chores!  I'll . . . "

      "Sakura."

      "NO!  Don't . . . "

      She tried to move but the pain once again seared through

 her.  She clutched Touya as he caught her rigid body.  He held

 her softly as he spoke.

      "Don't worry.  I won't tell anyone.  But you have to let me

 see.  You need to move your hand."

      "I can't.  It hurts."

      "I know.  But you have to.  You can hold onto me if you need

 to."

      Sakura nodded and held Touya's shoulder with her free hand.

 They both stared at her other hand still deep inside her.  Touya

 slowly grabbed Sakura's wrist and looked at her concerned.

      "Are you ready?"

      Sakura nodded again and braced herself.  Touya slowly pulled

 at her hand.  Sakura shook in pain and told him to stop.

      "Sakura.  We have to . . . "

      "I know.  Just....do it quick, OK?"

      Touya wasn't sure if that was the best plan but agreed.  He

 looked at her to make sure she was ok, then pulled quickly.

 Sakura yelled in pain as her fingers were forcefully released

 from her body.  She dug her fingers into Touya's shoulder,

 causing him to wince.  But as her fingers came free, she was

 caught off guard as out of nowhere, the feeling she was

 originally looking for came to her.  She shivered in front of

 Touya as the pressure built, then exploded.

      "Oh . . . oh . . . ONIICHAN!!!!"

      She dove into Touya's chest, grasping him with her now

 blood-covered hand.  The strain was too much for poor Sakura.

 Her body seemed to tear itself apart.  Pain and pleasure were now

 on equal footing.  She became dizzy and blacked out.  As she lost

 consciousness, her last thought frightened her.

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . how could you do this to me?"

 

      Tomoyo woke up that morning feeling better than she had her

 entire life.  She was unsure about yesterday's events before but

 had arisen with a new feeling of assurance and security.  She

 gleefully prepared for school, ready to experience her new

 friendship with Sakura.  Her mind raced with thoughts of the

 evening before and how it would affect their daily relationship.

 She was so oblivious to her surroundings that when she finally

 calmed down, she was in the hallways of Tomoeda Elementary

 heading for her homeroom.  As she walked the familiar steps, she

 remininsced about the many months before and her growing feelings

 for Sakura.  How after months of helping Sakura and studying her

 videos, her eyes slowly focused from the costume to the girl

 beneath the costume.  How she caught herself spending minutes

 just staing at the girl's face and how those minutes became

 hours.  Soon she noticed the thin arms and smooth legs.  Costumes

 became a little more revealing now and then.  She'd film her in

 delight, then hurry home to watch.  She remembered the day she

 felt the now familiar feelings through her body and the day she

 realized the battle videos weren't enough.  She began inviting

 her to her home to try new outfits.  She had hidden cameras to

 capture the girl's beauty indefinitely.  And capture it it did.

 Now the leaping and swinging of batons were replaced with the

 sliding of cloth and the exposure of skin.  Even as much as the

 girl's underwear at times.  Then one day it happened.  The

 revealing of the girl's bare chest.  She had seen it before but

 now it was different.  Her new feelings combined with the pure

 voyeurism of the situation made her feel strange.  And she

 remembered the moment she went to investigate the sensations,

 bringing her to discover the greatest joy of her young life.

 Just the thought of her first time made Tomoyo excited.  She felt

 herself slightly through her school skirt and gasped.  Realizing

 what she was doing, she stopped for a moment then giggled to

 herself.  After composing herself, she bounded up to the door of

 her homeroom.  She swung open the door but no one was there.  She

 was a bit surprised as Sakura usually got to class a little

 earlier than her.

      "Hmmm....I guess she's a little late."

      Tomoyo sat around for a few minutes but Sakura failed to

 appear.  After a little while, students began to slowly filter

 in, including Rika, Naoko, and the others.  Tomoyo went up to

 them.

      "Have you seen Sakura-chan this morning?"

      All she asked responded the same, not having seen her

 anywhere.  Class started as normal and the teacher appeared and

 took roll.  When Sakura's voice didn't follow her name, the class

 was asked where she was.  Everyone assumed she was absent that

 day.  Tomoyo answered that she had seen her yesterday and seemed

 fine.  The teacher shrugged and continued with roll call.  Tomoyo

 blushed a little as memories of yesterday once again came back.

 She quickly shook the images out of her mind and focused on

 class.  During lunch, Tomoyo sat in the usual place where she and

 Sakura ate.  She was just finishing when she heard a voice from

 afar.

      "Hey....Tomoyo-chan."

      She was surprised to see Touya outside the fence with

 Yukito.  She greeted them warmly but Touya became somewhat

 serious.

      "Would you mind checking up on Sakura after school?"

      "Huh?  What's wrong?  Is she sick?"

      Touya needed to pick his words carefully.  He promised not

 to tell anyone but knew Sakura should discuss this with her best

 friend.  He could only do so much.  He couldn't let Yukito know,

 either.

      "Well, she hurt herself last night.  She's ok.  I was just

 wondering if you could go see her."

      Tomoyo was just happy she knew where Sakura was.  She beamed

 happily.  "Of course I'll go."

      "Ok.  I'll meet you here after school.  We can go on my

 bike.  Is that ok?"

      "Ummm . . . sure."

      With that, Touya and Yukito left.  Tomoyo was relieved but

 wondered why Touya would want her to get there so quickly.

 Surely she couldn't have hurt herself that badly.  Maybe she

 tripped and hurt herself on the way home from her house.  Once

 again, Tomoyo's thoughts were a little dirty as she waited for

 school to end.

 

      After school, Touya brought Tomoyo to the house as promised.

 Tomoyo was met at the door by Sakura's father, who was on his way

 to the university.

      "Hello Tomoyo-chan.  Sorry I can't stay but I have to get

 back to work.  I've been real busy lately.  I wasn't even here

 when Sakura hurt herself."

      "Really?"

      "I rushed home that night to check on her.  Fortunately it

 wasn't too serious.  But I have to go back and catch up on some

 unfinished business.  Please help yourself to anything.  Touya

 should be able to show you before he heads to work."

      "Thank you."

      Tomoyo gracefully bowed and he headed off.  Touya brought

 Tomoyo into the house and gave her some cake and juice before

 heading upstairs to change.  As he was leaving, he peeked into

 Sakura's room.  The lights were out as all he could see of Sakura

 was a lump under the covers.  He whispered to her.

      "Sakura, you have a visitor."

      Sakura slowly shook and uttered a noise which Touya took as

 approval.

      "Try to cheer up Sakura.  You're no good like this."

      Once again Sakura moaned, just enough to acknowledge Touya's

 existence.  Touya tried something else.

      "*SIGH*  What good is teasing a monster who won't fight

 back?"

      There was a sharp silence and Touya wondered if he said the

 wrong thing.  Suddenly he was hit with a pillow.  Through the

 fluffy cotton he heard Sakura muttering.  " . . . I am NOT a

 monster . . . "

      Touya just smiled at the remnants of the old Sakura showing

 herself.

      "Well, I'm outta here.  I'll send Tomoyo-chan up in a sec."

      Touya closed the door and headed downstairs. Upon hearing

 that name, Sakura's blood ran cold.  That was the last person she

 wanted to see right now.  She knew she'd have to face her, but

 she wasn't ready.  She fidgeted nervously as she thought of what

 she would say.  Suddenly, a soft voice pierced Sakura's ears as

 she tried to shut her out.

      "Sakura-chan?"

      ["Oh no . . . "]

      "Sakura-chan?  Are you awake?"

      Sakura meekly answered her.

      "Tomoyo-chan."

      "I heard you hurt yourself.  Are you ok?"

      " . . . Just sore."

      "Where is it?"

      Sakura quickly changed the subject, calling for Kero-chan,

 but there was no answer.  Tomoyo spoke up.

      "I haven't seen him.  He must have left."

      Sakura's heart sank once again, realizing there was no way

 to avoid this conversation.  She suddenly jumped as Tomoyo sat

 next to her on the bed.  They both sat quietly for a while until

 Tomoyo uttered words that made Sakura freeze.

      "You know, I've been thinking about you all day."

      Sakura said nothing as Tomoyo continued.

      "I . . . I just can't forget yesterday.  I haven't been able

 to think about anything else.  The way you made me feel was

 so . . . "

      Tomoyo trailed off leaving Sakura puzzled until she felt

 Tomoyo's warm breath on the back of her neck.  She whispered

 Sakura's name and lightly kissed her.  Sakura did NOT want this

 now.  Of that she was sure.  Just the thought of it made her

 nauseated.  However, in her condition she could only offer weak

 resistance.  She mumbled weakly.

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . I can't . . . "

      Tomoyo smiled at her friend.

      "It's ok.  Everyone's gone.  I'll help you forget your

 pain."

      Sakura squirmed in protest as Tomoyo's hand felt her through

 the covers.  As much as she wanted her to stop, no words would

 leave her mouth as Tomoyo's hand slid under the sheets and slowly

 rubbed her thigh through her pajamas.  Sakura shut her eyes as

 she felt something build inside her.  She wasn't sure what it

 was, but the closer Tomoyo got to her private area, the more she

 felt it.  Sakura struggled harder to free herself as Tomoyo's

 hand slid up her inner thigh.  Then suddenly her hand was firmly

 against Sakura's crotch . . . and Sakura exploded.

      "LEAVE ME ALONE!!"

      Tomoyo jumped hearing Sakura's tone of voice.  Her body

 tensed in fear, causing her to tightly grasp Sakura's crotch.

 Sakura's eyes shot open as the pain returned full force.  She

 yelled as she retreated from Tomoyo sharply, protecting herself.

 Tomoyo rose from the bed in shock.  She looked at Sakura

 terrified.

      "I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to . . . "

      Her voice trailed off as she noticed her right hand was a

 little damp.  She looked at it and saw small, thin areas of light

 red along with the usual fluid.  Tomoyo gasped as she slowly

 realized what Sakura's problem was.

      "Sakura-chan!  Is this it?  How did this happen?!  It wasn't

 because of . . . "

      "Get out."

      Tomoyo couldn't believe what she had just heard.  She

 approached Sakura slowly.

      "Sakura-chan?"

      "Get . . . out."

      Tomoyo began pleading with Sakura.

      "I didn't know this would happen!  I was only trying to..."

      Sakura didn't want to hear anymore.

      "Shut up!  This is all your fault!  I hurt so much I can't

 even move!  And you STILL tried to touch me!  Even after I said

 not to!"

      Tomoyo started to break into tears.

      "Sakura-chan . . . I . . . "

      "Get OUT!  I never want to talk to you AGAIN!!"

      Those words shook Tomoyo to her core.  She felt her body

 become hollow and her heart explode into a million pieces.  She

 would do anything to stop this feeling but it was too late.  She

 had gone too far.

      " . . . I'M SORRY!"

      With that, Tomoyo ran out of Sakura's life forever.