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

 which the author does not own.  Please do not sue.  All characters are 

 copyrighted by their respective owners: CLAMP, Kodansha, etc.

 

                       Sakura Lemon--Part I

                             KaitouAce

 

      Sakura sat on the expansive bed in Tomoyo's room.  No matter

 how many times she saw it, the Daidouji estate always impressed

 her.  She looked around, dazed, until Tomoyo's sweet voice

 brought her back to reality.

      "Sakura-chan.  I've brought tea."

      Sakura jumped at her sudden appearance.

      "Oh!  Tomoyo-chan!  Thank you."

      Tomoyo just smiled at her as she set the tea tray she was

 carrying on a nearby table.  She stared at Sakura for a few

 seconds.  Puzzled, Sakura questioned her friend.

      "What is it?"

      "Oh.  I was just wondering where Kero-chan is."

      "Kero-chan?  He didn't want to wake up so I let him sleep."

      "That's too bad.  I brought extra cake for him."

      "That's OK.  I'll bring him some."

      "I'm sure he'll be grateful."

      They stared at each other, then laughed together as they

 started tea.

      Somewhere across town, Kero-chan sneezed and mumbled in his

 sleep, with only one word audible.

      "Mmmmm . . . cake . . . "

 

      Sakura stretched after tea, her T-shirt coming out of her

 skirt and showing her belly button as she folded backwards.

 Tomoyo eyed her with a slight smile on her face. Sakura glanced

 at her sideways and noticed her gaze.  She immediately became

 worried and defensive.

      "What?!?  I'm not gaining weight!  I'm the same size I

 always am!"

      Tomoyo giggled as she stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out

 of her dark blue party dress.

      "I didn't mean that at all.  I was just . . . admiring you."

      "Hoeh?" (You know this sound.)

      Tomoyo closed her eyes and faced the floor.

      "You're always so cheerful and full of energy.  Nothing ever

 gets you down for long.  I, on the other hand . . . "

      Sakura was surprised by the sudden subject and jumped to

 Tomoyo's defense.

      "You're great too!  Always calm, never afraid like me.  And

 smart too . . . "

      Tomoyo continued a little more anxiously.  "But now you're a

 Card Captor. You're . . . so important!  Sometimes I think . . .

 I'm just a liability.  I don't have magic and can't fight.  And

 with Lee-kun to help you . . . making costumes just doesn't seem

 like much help anymore."

      Sakura was shocked when Tomoyo put her face in her hands and

 started crying.  All this time she'd known her and had barely

 ever seen her sad, much less crying.  She ran to her friend and

 threw her arms around her, doing her best to comfort her.

      "Don't cry Tomoyo-chan.  You're the best friend I could ever

 have.  You're a great help and . . . I hope you want to keep

 helping me."

      Sakura was surprised when she started tearing up as well,

 but couldn't stand the thought of Tomoyo not being with her.

 Tomoyo stopped crying when she heard Sakura sniffling.

      "Oh, Sakura-chan!  I didn't mean to make you cry."

      Tomoyo released Sakura and wiped her eyes.  Sakura followed

 suit.  After a short silence they smiled and started laughing

 again, the depressing situation apparently forgotten.  Tomoyo,

 feeling more at ease, put on her usual beaming smile.

      "Sakura-chan . . . sorry for that."

      Sakura shook her head violently.  "Nuh unh.  I'm just glad

 you're OK."

      Tomoyo smiled, then got a questionable look on her face.

 She fumbled with her hand.

      "Sakura-chan?"

      "Huh?"

      "You don't mind if I . . . "

      Sakura looked down at Tomoyo's hands and wondered how she

 didn't see that tape measure before.  She sighed in disbelief but

 complied, figuring it would help cheer Tomoyo up.

 

 

      Sakura stood in the middle of the room with her arms out as

 Tomoyo happily flew around her body, making mental notes about

 what fabric she should use next.  But in her mind, she was still

 thinking about what she had said to Sakura.  Her pace slowed as

 she ended up behind Sakura.  As she stretched the measure across

 Sakura's back, she spoke quietly.

      "You really don't mind me doing this?"

      Sakura once again shook her head while trying to stay still.

 But Tomoyo wasn't so easily convinced.

      "I know I annoy you all the time with this.  It . . . it's

 just the only I know how to help."

      Sakura breathed deeply and spoke to her unseen friend.

      "You know . . . I do all this for a reason.  Wearing your

 costumes, trying out all your gifts . . . "

      Tomoyo braced herself for the truth she knew was eventually

 coming.

      Undaunted, Sakura continued.  "I . . . I always wanted you

 with me."

      Tomoyo froze, her measuring tape slowly falling to the

 floor.

      "I figured if I wasn't completely with all your ideas, you

 wouldn't be interested in being my friend.  Don't get me wrong.

 I like everything about you and your costumes are great.  I was

 just worried that someone as smart and talented as you . . .

 might not want to hang out with me."

      Tomoyo felt her tears returning and suddenly broke her

 stillness, embracing her best friend.

      "Oh Sakura-chan!"

      Sakura relaxed and felt her friend from behind, holding her

 hands which surrounded her.  Tomoyo held Sakura as close as she

 could.  She felt so much love for her friend she could hardly

 contain herself.  All she wanted was to let her know how happy

 she felt.

      Tomoyo immediately thought of a way.  But she couldn't do

 that.  She could jeopardize everything that just happened today.

 But she loved Sakura so much.  This was her most intimate secret

 and she desperately wanted to share it with her friend.  She

 didn't want to take the chance but she just . . . just KNEW her

 best friend would understand her.  But even as she was trying to

 decide if it was right or not, her body was already in motion.

      Sakura was getting a little stiff from standing in the same

 place for so long, so she was relieved when Tomoyo moved her

 arms.  But before she could turn around, she felt Tomoyo's small

 hand slide across her stomach.  Sakura stared down at it and

 wondered what was going on.  Tomoyo once again increased her hold

 on Sakura as her other hand moved past the edge of Sakura's

 skirt.  Sakura whispered meekly as she slowly realized what

 Tomoyo was doing to her.

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . "

      Tomoyo only answered by leaning her head behind Sakura's to

 get more leverage as her left hand slipped Sakura's shirt higher,

 allowing her contact with her skin, and her right moved to the

 inside of Sakura's leg and started to travel upward.  Sakura

 tried to move but was powerless under Tomoyo's loving hands.  Her

 mind was full of many images.  What would her brother and father

 think if they found out?  What about her friends at school,

 Kero-chan, Yukito-san?  Why couldn't she stop this . . . or why

 wouldn't she?  Suddenly all the images wiped away as Tomoyo's

 hands finished their respective journeys.  Sakura could feel

 Tomoyo's left hand brushing across her tiny nipples, slightly

 tugging them every now and then, and her right hand caressing her

 inner thigh, occasionally fingering the frill on the edge of her

 panties.  Tomoyo slowly moved her head to Sakura's ear, her lips

 perilously close to touching.  Her next sentence came out as a

 whisper.  "I love you Sakura-chan.  Please let me make you feel

 good."

      Sakura visibly trembled when she heard those words.  She

 wanted to run but part of her couldn't do that.  She didn't

 understand why.  Tomoyo saw her uneasiness and whispered once

 again.

      "Don't worry.  I won't hurt you.  Please trust me."

      Sakura seemed to relax at those words.  She didn't know what

 this would lead to, but she trusted Tomoyo completely.  With her

 life if need be.  Sakura released some of her tension as Tomoyo

 slowly led Sakura to the bed.  As Tomoyo felt the bed behind her,

 she stopped and sweetly whispered again.  "Sakura-chan, put up

 your arms."

      Sakura did so without thinking, being so used to being

 measured.  Suddenly, Tomoyo grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and

 pulled it over Sakura's head, dropping it to the floor.  Sakura

 looked down to where the shirt she once wore now laid.  While she

 was preoccupied, she felt her shirt leave her waist, falling down

 her legs softly to the floor.  Sakura was suddenly very aware of

 her nudity.  Only her panties clothed her.  She crossed her arms

 over her small chest and looked ashamedly to the floor, blushing

 profusely.  Tomoyo put her hands on Sakura's arms, realizing her

 embarrassment even though she couldn't see her face.

      "Don't be ashamed Sakura-chan.  I'm with you."

      Hearing Tomoyo's words eased Sakura once again, her arms

 unfolding and going to her sides.  Tomoyo enveloped her waist and

 slowly pulled her onto the bed, where she nervously sat with

 Tomoyo embracing her from behind.  Tomoyo stared at Sakura's

 beautiful, smooth back as long as she could stand.  She slowly

 moved back to Sakura's head and whispered her name.  Tomoyo's

 warm breath on her neck made Sakura's hair stand on end.  She

 wasn't ready for this, but did nothing except to close her eyes

 and wait.  Tomoyo inched closer and slowly enveloped Sakura's

 earlobe with her lips.  Sakura's body jolted in surprise as she

 felt her ear being tugged, pulled, and even licked.  As Tomoyo

 caressed Sakura's ear, her left hand once again sought out

 Sakura's breast.  As she brushed her hand across Sakura's young

 chest, she smiled as she noticed Sakura's nipple slightly

 hardening.  She lightly pinched and tugged it for a bit, then ran

 her finger around it closely, slowly making circles.  Sakura's

 breathing became heavier as her body started to succumb to

 Tomoyo's actions.  Tomoyo then began to run her finger ever so

 lightly back and forth across Sakura's now erect nipple.  The

 sensation was too much as Sakura finally broke her silence,

 moaning softly.  Tomoyo smiled upon hearing that and moved her

 lips from Sakura's ear to her neck as she began to lightly kiss

 it, occasionally sucking or licking it.  By now, Sakura was

 starting to feel much more comfortable with the situation.  She

 settled herself deeply in Tomoyo's lap becoming totally

 submissive as her best friend pleasured her in ways she hadn't

 thought possible.  Sensing Sakura's newfound acceptance, Tomoyo

 decided to get more serious.  Sakura's eyes, which were closed,

 letting the sensations flow through her body, shot open as she

 felt Tomoyo's hand once again slowly slide up her thigh.  Sakura

 held her breath in anticipation.  Tomoyo once again stopped just

 before the area where skin meets cloth.  There she stayed, toying

 with Sakura who was becoming more anxious.  She began twitching

 slightly and pushing into Tomoyo who only smiled at her friend's

 frustration.  Seeing this was getting her nowhere, Sakura

 actually pleaded with her friend, almost whining.

      "Tomoyo-chan . . . please."

      Tomoyo smiled and replied.

      "Eh?  Please what, Sakura-chan?"

      "Please . . . touch me."

      "Touch you where?"

      Sakura grew more desperate as she answered.

      "THERE!  Please."

      Tomoyo smiled and whispered in Sakura's ear.

      " . . . Help me."

      Sakura slowly reached for Tomoyo's arm and touched her

 elbow.  She caressed it back and forth with her middle and index

 fingers, causing Tomoyo to shudder slightly.  Sakura then

 encircled Tomoyo's arm and slowly moved down toward her wrist.

 Tomoyo's spine shivered at the lightness of Sakura's touch.  Her

 wish was to pleasure Sakura but at this rate her own body may

 need release as well.  And before she realized it, Sakura's hand

 was gliding over her own, tenderly urging her to go the final

 step.  As Sakura's and Tomoyo's hand crossed the threshold,

 Sakura wondered if she was doing the right thing.  But her mind

 went blank the second Tomoyo's hand touched that soft, white

 fabric.  They both stood still, keeping silent as they thought

 about what they had just done.  Tomoyo was a little reluctant

 about continuing but Sakura had come too far to stop now.  She

 suddenly closed her hand over Tomoyo's causing her to grasp her

 crotch firmly.

      "Tomoyo-chan!"

      Hearing Sakura's cry of approval steeled Tomoyo's resolve.

 She held Sakura close as she slowly rubbed her sweet softness.

 Sakura leaned her head back and moaned as she felt her body get

 hotter.  Tomoyo's pressure and speed increased, causing Sakura to

 writhe and squirm in her friend's grasp.  Her hips began bucking

 as she tried to grind herself on Tomoyo's hand.  Sakura was on

 the edge.  She felt as if the world was about to stop.  She

 prepared herself for the climax . . . and Tomoyo stopped.  Sakura

 was left standing alone on the cliff.  She was speechless for a

 moment, then pleaded to her friend.

      "No . . . don't stop!  Don't . . . "

      Sakura's eyes widened as she looked at her dampened panties

 . . . and that Tomoyo was going underneath them.  Sakura was

 frantic.

      "No!  Tomoyo-chan, please!  I . . . "

      Her voice trailed off as Tomoyo's finger slid lightly along

 the slit of her nether region.  After a moment, Sakura purred

 loudly, the sensations magnified with direct contact.

      "I . . . uhh . . . unhhh . . . ooooohhhh!"

      Tomoyo smiled and continued rubbing Sakura.  The feeling of

 Tomoyo's hand on her bare skin quickly proved too much for

 Sakura.  She began thrashing in Tomoyo's grasp, bucking

 violently.  Just when she thought it could get no better,

 Tomoyo's index finger pressed harder, determined to enter

 Sakura's cherry blossom.

      "Oh!  Ummm . . . TOMOYO-CHAN!"

      Sakura's world turned pink as her hips arched high off

 Tomoyo's lap and her panties began to soak.  She froze in

 mid-air, then fell to earth exhausted.  As Sakura's vision

 recovered, a hazy image loomed above her.  As it focused, she

 recognized it to be the face of Tomoyo, her friend, partner, and

 now lover.  It was the first time she had seen her face since the

 measuring started.  Sakura tried to speak, but words didn't form.

 She just stared with her mouth slightly agape, feeling thin

 trails of perspiration run across her forehead.  Tomoyo looked

 down at Sakura with a smile on her face and also, as Sakura

 looked harder, a thin wetness on her lips.  As Sakura realized

 what it must be, Tomoyo slowly licked her lips and brought her

 hand into Sakura's line of sight, showing her what she had done.

 Tomoyo then brought the hand down to Sakura's level where she

 stared at it intently.  She watched as a thin droplet slowly ran

 down Tomoyo's finger and fell, striking her lips and beading

 between them.  Sakura slowly parted her lips, letting the fluid

 reach her tongue.  She swallowed it and sighed.  She then licked

 her lips of the remaining residue.  Relishing the subtle taste,

 she looked up at Tomoyo.  Sakura blushed mildly, then opened her

 mouth, her tongue slightly extended and her eyes slanted

 lustfully.  Tomoyo smiled and conceded, lowering her finger into

 Sakura's mouth where Sakura proceeded to suck her own juices from

 Tomoyo's hand.  Her eyes closed as her tongue slowly slid around

 Tomoyo's finger, the flavor completely intoxicating her.  The

 feeling of Sakura's tongue caressing her finger excited Tomoyo

 and she brought her head down to Sakura's level to help her clean

 her hand.  She stuck out her own tongue and began licking the

 back of her own hand, drinking Sakura's juices as well.

      After the task was done, Tomoyo pulled her finger from

 Sakura's mouth and watched it shine faintly from Sakura's saliva.

 With her eyes closed, Sakura was surprised when the finger left

 her mouth.  She opened her eyes in time to see Tomoyo, much

 closer, take the finger and insert it between her own lips.

 Sakura watched as Tomoyo slurped all the remaining fluid on her

 finger, moaning softly.  After she was done Tomoyo looked down at

 Sakura, her hair falling about the two of them.  After a timeless

 second, Sakura slowly parted her lips as before.  Tomoyo brought

 her hands to the sides of Sakura's head and descended upon her,

 pressing their bodies against each other, giving her a slow,

 sensous kiss.  Sakura managed to regain enough strength to put

 her arms around Tomoyo and hold her from below as she pushed her

 tongue into Tomoyo's mouth.  Tomoyo did the same,  both of them

 moaning from the feel of the soft, wet muscles intertwining and

 dancing in each other's mouth.  Tomoyo finally, breathlessly,

 released Sakura, both panting as a thin trail of saliva remained

 to represent when two were one.  Tomoyo's body finally gave out

 and she fell upon Sakura, her head beside her friend's.  As

 Tomoyo faded into unconsciousness,  she heard one sentence.

      "I love you, Tomoyo-chan."

      Then Sakura succumbed as well and they slept, nestled in

 each other's arms.  And somewhere, off in the distance, were the

 silent hum and unblinking eye of Tomoyo's video camera.