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rlm@2:      This is a work of fiction, based off characters and a series
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rlm@2:                       Sakura Lemon--Part I
rlm@2:                             KaitouAce
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Sakura sat on the expansive bed in Tomoyo's room.  No matter
rlm@2: how many times she saw it, the Daidouji estate always impressed
rlm@2: her.  She looked around, dazed, until Tomoyo's sweet voice
rlm@2: brought her back to reality.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan.  I've brought tea."
rlm@2:      Sakura jumped at her sudden appearance.
rlm@2:      "Oh!  Tomoyo-chan!  Thank you."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo just smiled at her as she set the tea tray she was
rlm@2: carrying on a nearby table.  She stared at Sakura for a few
rlm@2: seconds.  Puzzled, Sakura questioned her friend.
rlm@2:      "What is it?"
rlm@2:      "Oh.  I was just wondering where Kero-chan is."
rlm@2:      "Kero-chan?  He didn't want to wake up so I let him sleep."
rlm@2:      "That's too bad.  I brought extra cake for him."
rlm@2:      "That's OK.  I'll bring him some."
rlm@2:      "I'm sure he'll be grateful."
rlm@2:      They stared at each other, then laughed together as they
rlm@2: started tea.
rlm@2:      Somewhere across town, Kero-chan sneezed and mumbled in his
rlm@2: sleep, with only one word audible.
rlm@2:      "Mmmmm . . . cake . . . "
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Sakura stretched after tea, her T-shirt coming out of her
rlm@2: skirt and showing her belly button as she folded backwards.
rlm@2: Tomoyo eyed her with a slight smile on her face. Sakura glanced
rlm@2: at her sideways and noticed her gaze.  She immediately became
rlm@2: worried and defensive.
rlm@2:      "What?!?  I'm not gaining weight!  I'm the same size I
rlm@2: always am!"
rlm@2:      Tomoyo giggled as she stood up, smoothing the wrinkles out
rlm@2: of her dark blue party dress.
rlm@2:      "I didn't mean that at all.  I was just . . . admiring you."
rlm@2:      "Hoeh?" (You know this sound.)
rlm@2:      Tomoyo closed her eyes and faced the floor.
rlm@2:      "You're always so cheerful and full of energy.  Nothing ever
rlm@2: gets you down for long.  I, on the other hand . . . "
rlm@2:      Sakura was surprised by the sudden subject and jumped to
rlm@2: Tomoyo's defense.
rlm@2:      "You're great too!  Always calm, never afraid like me.  And
rlm@2: smart too . . . "
rlm@2:      Tomoyo continued a little more anxiously.  "But now you're a
rlm@2: Card Captor. You're . . . so important!  Sometimes I think . . .
rlm@2: I'm just a liability.  I don't have magic and can't fight.  And
rlm@2: with Lee-kun to help you . . . making costumes just doesn't seem
rlm@2: like much help anymore."
rlm@2:      Sakura was shocked when Tomoyo put her face in her hands and
rlm@2: started crying.  All this time she'd known her and had barely
rlm@2: ever seen her sad, much less crying.  She ran to her friend and
rlm@2: threw her arms around her, doing her best to comfort her.
rlm@2:      "Don't cry Tomoyo-chan.  You're the best friend I could ever
rlm@2: have.  You're a great help and . . . I hope you want to keep
rlm@2: helping me."
rlm@2:      Sakura was surprised when she started tearing up as well,
rlm@2: but couldn't stand the thought of Tomoyo not being with her.
rlm@2: Tomoyo stopped crying when she heard Sakura sniffling.
rlm@2:      "Oh, Sakura-chan!  I didn't mean to make you cry."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo released Sakura and wiped her eyes.  Sakura followed
rlm@2: suit.  After a short silence they smiled and started laughing
rlm@2: again, the depressing situation apparently forgotten.  Tomoyo,
rlm@2: feeling more at ease, put on her usual beaming smile.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan . . . sorry for that."
rlm@2:      Sakura shook her head violently.  "Nuh unh.  I'm just glad
rlm@2: you're OK."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo smiled, then got a questionable look on her face.
rlm@2: She fumbled with her hand.
rlm@2:      "Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      "Huh?"
rlm@2:      "You don't mind if I . . . "
rlm@2:      Sakura looked down at Tomoyo's hands and wondered how she
rlm@2: didn't see that tape measure before.  She sighed in disbelief but
rlm@2: complied, figuring it would help cheer Tomoyo up.
rlm@2: 
rlm@2: 
rlm@2:      Sakura stood in the middle of the room with her arms out as
rlm@2: Tomoyo happily flew around her body, making mental notes about
rlm@2: what fabric she should use next.  But in her mind, she was still
rlm@2: thinking about what she had said to Sakura.  Her pace slowed as
rlm@2: she ended up behind Sakura.  As she stretched the measure across
rlm@2: Sakura's back, she spoke quietly.
rlm@2:      "You really don't mind me doing this?"
rlm@2:      Sakura once again shook her head while trying to stay still.
rlm@2: But Tomoyo wasn't so easily convinced.
rlm@2:      "I know I annoy you all the time with this.  It . . . it's
rlm@2: just the only I know how to help."
rlm@2:      Sakura breathed deeply and spoke to her unseen friend.
rlm@2:      "You know . . . I do all this for a reason.  Wearing your
rlm@2: costumes, trying out all your gifts . . . "
rlm@2:      Tomoyo braced herself for the truth she knew was eventually
rlm@2: coming.
rlm@2:      Undaunted, Sakura continued.  "I . . . I always wanted you
rlm@2: with me."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo froze, her measuring tape slowly falling to the
rlm@2: floor.
rlm@2:      "I figured if I wasn't completely with all your ideas, you
rlm@2: wouldn't be interested in being my friend.  Don't get me wrong.
rlm@2: I like everything about you and your costumes are great.  I was
rlm@2: just worried that someone as smart and talented as you . . .
rlm@2: might not want to hang out with me."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo felt her tears returning and suddenly broke her
rlm@2: stillness, embracing her best friend.
rlm@2:      "Oh Sakura-chan!"
rlm@2:      Sakura relaxed and felt her friend from behind, holding her
rlm@2: hands which surrounded her.  Tomoyo held Sakura as close as she
rlm@2: could.  She felt so much love for her friend she could hardly
rlm@2: contain herself.  All she wanted was to let her know how happy
rlm@2: she felt.
rlm@2:      Tomoyo immediately thought of a way.  But she couldn't do
rlm@2: that.  She could jeopardize everything that just happened today.
rlm@2: But she loved Sakura so much.  This was her most intimate secret
rlm@2: and she desperately wanted to share it with her friend.  She
rlm@2: didn't want to take the chance but she just . . . just KNEW her
rlm@2: best friend would understand her.  But even as she was trying to
rlm@2: decide if it was right or not, her body was already in motion.
rlm@2:      Sakura was getting a little stiff from standing in the same
rlm@2: place for so long, so she was relieved when Tomoyo moved her
rlm@2: arms.  But before she could turn around, she felt Tomoyo's small
rlm@2: hand slide across her stomach.  Sakura stared down at it and
rlm@2: wondered what was going on.  Tomoyo once again increased her hold
rlm@2: on Sakura as her other hand moved past the edge of Sakura's
rlm@2: skirt.  Sakura whispered meekly as she slowly realized what
rlm@2: Tomoyo was doing to her.
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan . . . "
rlm@2:      Tomoyo only answered by leaning her head behind Sakura's to
rlm@2: get more leverage as her left hand slipped Sakura's shirt higher,
rlm@2: allowing her contact with her skin, and her right moved to the
rlm@2: inside of Sakura's leg and started to travel upward.  Sakura
rlm@2: tried to move but was powerless under Tomoyo's loving hands.  Her
rlm@2: mind was full of many images.  What would her brother and father
rlm@2: think if they found out?  What about her friends at school,
rlm@2: Kero-chan, Yukito-san?  Why couldn't she stop this . . . or why
rlm@2: wouldn't she?  Suddenly all the images wiped away as Tomoyo's
rlm@2: hands finished their respective journeys.  Sakura could feel
rlm@2: Tomoyo's left hand brushing across her tiny nipples, slightly
rlm@2: tugging them every now and then, and her right hand caressing her
rlm@2: inner thigh, occasionally fingering the frill on the edge of her
rlm@2: panties.  Tomoyo slowly moved her head to Sakura's ear, her lips
rlm@2: perilously close to touching.  Her next sentence came out as a
rlm@2: whisper.  "I love you Sakura-chan.  Please let me make you feel
rlm@2: good."
rlm@2:      Sakura visibly trembled when she heard those words.  She
rlm@2: wanted to run but part of her couldn't do that.  She didn't
rlm@2: understand why.  Tomoyo saw her uneasiness and whispered once
rlm@2: again.
rlm@2:      "Don't worry.  I won't hurt you.  Please trust me."
rlm@2:      Sakura seemed to relax at those words.  She didn't know what
rlm@2: this would lead to, but she trusted Tomoyo completely.  With her
rlm@2: life if need be.  Sakura released some of her tension as Tomoyo
rlm@2: slowly led Sakura to the bed.  As Tomoyo felt the bed behind her,
rlm@2: she stopped and sweetly whispered again.  "Sakura-chan, put up
rlm@2: your arms."
rlm@2:      Sakura did so without thinking, being so used to being
rlm@2: measured.  Suddenly, Tomoyo grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt and
rlm@2: pulled it over Sakura's head, dropping it to the floor.  Sakura
rlm@2: looked down to where the shirt she once wore now laid.  While she
rlm@2: was preoccupied, she felt her shirt leave her waist, falling down
rlm@2: her legs softly to the floor.  Sakura was suddenly very aware of
rlm@2: her nudity.  Only her panties clothed her.  She crossed her arms
rlm@2: over her small chest and looked ashamedly to the floor, blushing
rlm@2: profusely.  Tomoyo put her hands on Sakura's arms, realizing her
rlm@2: embarrassment even though she couldn't see her face.
rlm@2:      "Don't be ashamed Sakura-chan.  I'm with you."
rlm@2:      Hearing Tomoyo's words eased Sakura once again, her arms
rlm@2: unfolding and going to her sides.  Tomoyo enveloped her waist and
rlm@2: slowly pulled her onto the bed, where she nervously sat with
rlm@2: Tomoyo embracing her from behind.  Tomoyo stared at Sakura's
rlm@2: beautiful, smooth back as long as she could stand.  She slowly
rlm@2: moved back to Sakura's head and whispered her name.  Tomoyo's
rlm@2: warm breath on her neck made Sakura's hair stand on end.  She
rlm@2: wasn't ready for this, but did nothing except to close her eyes
rlm@2: and wait.  Tomoyo inched closer and slowly enveloped Sakura's
rlm@2: earlobe with her lips.  Sakura's body jolted in surprise as she
rlm@2: felt her ear being tugged, pulled, and even licked.  As Tomoyo
rlm@2: caressed Sakura's ear, her left hand once again sought out
rlm@2: Sakura's breast.  As she brushed her hand across Sakura's young
rlm@2: chest, she smiled as she noticed Sakura's nipple slightly
rlm@2: hardening.  She lightly pinched and tugged it for a bit, then ran
rlm@2: her finger around it closely, slowly making circles.  Sakura's
rlm@2: breathing became heavier as her body started to succumb to
rlm@2: Tomoyo's actions.  Tomoyo then began to run her finger ever so
rlm@2: lightly back and forth across Sakura's now erect nipple.  The
rlm@2: sensation was too much as Sakura finally broke her silence,
rlm@2: moaning softly.  Tomoyo smiled upon hearing that and moved her
rlm@2: lips from Sakura's ear to her neck as she began to lightly kiss
rlm@2: it, occasionally sucking or licking it.  By now, Sakura was
rlm@2: starting to feel much more comfortable with the situation.  She
rlm@2: settled herself deeply in Tomoyo's lap becoming totally
rlm@2: submissive as her best friend pleasured her in ways she hadn't
rlm@2: thought possible.  Sensing Sakura's newfound acceptance, Tomoyo
rlm@2: decided to get more serious.  Sakura's eyes, which were closed,
rlm@2: letting the sensations flow through her body, shot open as she
rlm@2: felt Tomoyo's hand once again slowly slide up her thigh.  Sakura
rlm@2: held her breath in anticipation.  Tomoyo once again stopped just
rlm@2: before the area where skin meets cloth.  There she stayed, toying
rlm@2: with Sakura who was becoming more anxious.  She began twitching
rlm@2: slightly and pushing into Tomoyo who only smiled at her friend's
rlm@2: frustration.  Seeing this was getting her nowhere, Sakura
rlm@2: actually pleaded with her friend, almost whining.
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan . . . please."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo smiled and replied.
rlm@2:      "Eh?  Please what, Sakura-chan?"
rlm@2:      "Please . . . touch me."
rlm@2:      "Touch you where?"
rlm@2:      Sakura grew more desperate as she answered.
rlm@2:      "THERE!  Please."
rlm@2:      Tomoyo smiled and whispered in Sakura's ear.
rlm@2:      " . . . Help me."
rlm@2:      Sakura slowly reached for Tomoyo's arm and touched her
rlm@2: elbow.  She caressed it back and forth with her middle and index
rlm@2: fingers, causing Tomoyo to shudder slightly.  Sakura then
rlm@2: encircled Tomoyo's arm and slowly moved down toward her wrist.
rlm@2: Tomoyo's spine shivered at the lightness of Sakura's touch.  Her
rlm@2: wish was to pleasure Sakura but at this rate her own body may
rlm@2: need release as well.  And before she realized it, Sakura's hand
rlm@2: was gliding over her own, tenderly urging her to go the final
rlm@2: step.  As Sakura's and Tomoyo's hand crossed the threshold,
rlm@2: Sakura wondered if she was doing the right thing.  But her mind
rlm@2: went blank the second Tomoyo's hand touched that soft, white
rlm@2: fabric.  They both stood still, keeping silent as they thought
rlm@2: about what they had just done.  Tomoyo was a little reluctant
rlm@2: about continuing but Sakura had come too far to stop now.  She
rlm@2: suddenly closed her hand over Tomoyo's causing her to grasp her
rlm@2: crotch firmly.
rlm@2:      "Tomoyo-chan!"
rlm@2:      Hearing Sakura's cry of approval steeled Tomoyo's resolve.
rlm@2: She held Sakura close as she slowly rubbed her sweet softness.
rlm@2: Sakura leaned her head back and moaned as she felt her body get
rlm@2: hotter.  Tomoyo's pressure and speed increased, causing Sakura to
rlm@2: writhe and squirm in her friend's grasp.  Her hips began bucking
rlm@2: as she tried to grind herself on Tomoyo's hand.  Sakura was on
rlm@2: the edge.  She felt as if the world was about to stop.  She
rlm@2: prepared herself for the climax . . . and Tomoyo stopped.  Sakura
rlm@2: was left standing alone on the cliff.  She was speechless for a
rlm@2: moment, then pleaded to her friend.
rlm@2:      "No . . . don't stop!  Don't . . . "
rlm@2:      Sakura's eyes widened as she looked at her dampened panties
rlm@2: . . . and that Tomoyo was going underneath them.  Sakura was
rlm@2: frantic.
rlm@2:      "No!  Tomoyo-chan, please!  I . . . "
rlm@2:      Her voice trailed off as Tomoyo's finger slid lightly along
rlm@2: the slit of her nether region.  After a moment, Sakura purred
rlm@2: loudly, the sensations magnified with direct contact.
rlm@2:      "I . . . uhh . . . unhhh . . . ooooohhhh!"
rlm@2:      Tomoyo smiled and continued rubbing Sakura.  The feeling of
rlm@2: Tomoyo's hand on her bare skin quickly proved too much for
rlm@2: Sakura.  She began thrashing in Tomoyo's grasp, bucking
rlm@2: violently.  Just when she thought it could get no better,
rlm@2: Tomoyo's index finger pressed harder, determined to enter
rlm@2: Sakura's cherry blossom.
rlm@2:      "Oh!  Ummm . . . TOMOYO-CHAN!"
rlm@2:      Sakura's world turned pink as her hips arched high off
rlm@2: Tomoyo's lap and her panties began to soak.  She froze in
rlm@2: mid-air, then fell to earth exhausted.  As Sakura's vision
rlm@2: recovered, a hazy image loomed above her.  As it focused, she
rlm@2: recognized it to be the face of Tomoyo, her friend, partner, and
rlm@2: now lover.  It was the first time she had seen her face since the
rlm@2: measuring started.  Sakura tried to speak, but words didn't form.
rlm@2: She just stared with her mouth slightly agape, feeling thin
rlm@2: trails of perspiration run across her forehead.  Tomoyo looked
rlm@2: down at Sakura with a smile on her face and also, as Sakura
rlm@2: looked harder, a thin wetness on her lips.  As Sakura realized
rlm@2: what it must be, Tomoyo slowly licked her lips and brought her
rlm@2: hand into Sakura's line of sight, showing her what she had done.
rlm@2: Tomoyo then brought the hand down to Sakura's level where she
rlm@2: stared at it intently.  She watched as a thin droplet slowly ran
rlm@2: down Tomoyo's finger and fell, striking her lips and beading
rlm@2: between them.  Sakura slowly parted her lips, letting the fluid
rlm@2: reach her tongue.  She swallowed it and sighed.  She then licked
rlm@2: her lips of the remaining residue.  Relishing the subtle taste,
rlm@2: she looked up at Tomoyo.  Sakura blushed mildly, then opened her
rlm@2: mouth, her tongue slightly extended and her eyes slanted
rlm@2: lustfully.  Tomoyo smiled and conceded, lowering her finger into
rlm@2: Sakura's mouth where Sakura proceeded to suck her own juices from
rlm@2: Tomoyo's hand.  Her eyes closed as her tongue slowly slid around
rlm@2: Tomoyo's finger, the flavor completely intoxicating her.  The
rlm@2: feeling of Sakura's tongue caressing her finger excited Tomoyo
rlm@2: and she brought her head down to Sakura's level to help her clean
rlm@2: her hand.  She stuck out her own tongue and began licking the
rlm@2: back of her own hand, drinking Sakura's juices as well.
rlm@2:      After the task was done, Tomoyo pulled her finger from
rlm@2: Sakura's mouth and watched it shine faintly from Sakura's saliva.
rlm@2: With her eyes closed, Sakura was surprised when the finger left
rlm@2: her mouth.  She opened her eyes in time to see Tomoyo, much
rlm@2: closer, take the finger and insert it between her own lips.
rlm@2: Sakura watched as Tomoyo slurped all the remaining fluid on her
rlm@2: finger, moaning softly.  After she was done Tomoyo looked down at
rlm@2: Sakura, her hair falling about the two of them.  After a timeless
rlm@2: second, Sakura slowly parted her lips as before.  Tomoyo brought
rlm@2: her hands to the sides of Sakura's head and descended upon her,
rlm@2: pressing their bodies against each other, giving her a slow,
rlm@2: sensous kiss.  Sakura managed to regain enough strength to put
rlm@2: her arms around Tomoyo and hold her from below as she pushed her
rlm@2: tongue into Tomoyo's mouth.  Tomoyo did the same,  both of them
rlm@2: moaning from the feel of the soft, wet muscles intertwining and
rlm@2: dancing in each other's mouth.  Tomoyo finally, breathlessly,
rlm@2: released Sakura, both panting as a thin trail of saliva remained
rlm@2: to represent when two were one.  Tomoyo's body finally gave out
rlm@2: and she fell upon Sakura, her head beside her friend's.  As
rlm@2: Tomoyo faded into unconsciousness,  she heard one sentence.
rlm@2:      "I love you, Tomoyo-chan."
rlm@2:      Then Sakura succumbed as well and they slept, nestled in
rlm@2: each other's arms.  And somewhere, off in the distance, were the
rlm@2: silent hum and unblinking eye of Tomoyo's video camera.
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