Rember: if anything bothers you, speak up: things can change.
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Tomy-chan didn’t say a word as I walked her ho. My heart was filled with guilt, but I was still so excited...
The next day, Tomy ca over to my house again, but this ti she wasn’t so cheerful.
"Hey, girlfriend-chan!" I greeted her brightly, trying to cheer her up.
She looked at and then started to sob.
Sob. Sob.
I hugged her, surprised.
"Tomy?"
"Sorry, I’m sorry." She started repeating apologies.
"What? Why? What happened?" I asked, distressed.
"Sorry... I’m a terrible girlfriend, I’m horrible!" She started repeating.
I hugged her tightly.
"No, you’re not! You’re the best girlfriend!" I tried to cut off this wave of guilt.
"I... I..." Sob. Sob. She cried, her eyes swollen with tears.
"Calm down, tell , why do you think that?" I asked calmly.
She tried to stop crying and then stared into my eyes.
"I let soone else touch !" She spoke and started crying again.
Then I understood. She feels guilty about yesterday, right? She thinks it was her fault...?
"What? No! Why?" I couldn’t speak, this was so confusing.
Sob. Sob. "Yesterday... the old man... I let him touch ..." She looked at as tears stread down her face.
"Oh, that! That was nothing." I tried to minimize what happened yesterday, even though he had hugged her so intensely... it was who asked... who allowed it...
"But... but..."
"Shhh, calm down! Yesterday was just a hug... a friendly one. No big deal!" I tried to convince her.
She looked at , trying to understand what I was saying.
"He hugged ... and touched ..." She spoke softly.
I swallowed hard, rembering the scene of the old man clinging to her.
"...and I felt it!" She exclaid, looking into my eyes seeking comprehension.
"...his grotesque thing... touching too... against my butt... and... I didn’t do anything!" Sob. Sob.
I hugged her tightly. Yes, you didn’t, and that’s why it was... perfect.
"Calm down. It was nothing... it was a normal hug... it’s just that certain things are inevitable, you know?" I felt guilty. "he’s lonely so having a hug that’s a little... intense is no big deal."
She looked at hopefully.
"Normal...? But..."
I pressed my mouth against hers to interrupt her suffering. I felt the wetness at the corner of her warm lips, mingled with tears. The force of the movent made her swallow air, producing a muffled sound. It was the longest and most intense contact we had ever had. The weight of her guilt and the confusion of her tears transferred into the kiss, making it heavy and urgent.
For the first ti, her taste was not just familiar, but laced with the salt of that suffering. I slid my tongue in, deepening the contact unexpectedly. She reacted with a spasm, grabbing my shirt with instinctive force as her knees seed to give way. I used the intensity of the kiss to try and silence the torrent of her self-loathing and impose my own version of reality.
The sound of her crying ceased, replaced by the soft, moist sound of our mouths.
I moved my hands to her shirt and took it off. For the first ti, I left her semi-naked. Before this, I always avoided looking at her violent curves.
Ugh. She still wasn’t cute... but now... she excited . Even if her figure wasn’t ideal, she now had a new charm...
While I kissed her, and she responded with intensity and surprise, I started stroking her hips... in the sa way the old man had done.
We slightly separated, and a strand of saliva still kept us connected.
"Tomy-chan."
She smiled sweetly.
"Are you sure... it was normal...?"
I nodded my head.
"You just don’t know, because... because you’re not used to other people! but, this kind of thing is normal. If it wasn’t normal... I would stop it..."
She looked at surprised and pondered, then quickly nodded her head. She trusted so much.
"My Mi-kun is so smart!"
I gave her a light kiss and continued stroking her in a way similar to how the beggar did yesterday.
"You shouldn’t be like this, sad. Never! You are the happy and smiling Tomy-chan!"
Uhum! She smiled more cheerfully and nodded her head.
"...if it were bad, I would have stopped it! You don’t need to be afraid." I lied to her.
She was silent for a second and then kissed lightly.
"Mi-kun is so excited today..." she said sweetly.
I shivered with guilt... I was excited because I saw it... and I was still guiding her to accept the perverted act as normal.
"I want..." I pointed to the slight bulge in my pants.
"Fufuh! Of course!" She smiled and patted her large... too large... breast... but for so reason, I found it a little, just a little... fascinating.
Tomy knelt in front of . My small mber popped out of my pants as soon as she pulled them down.
"So cute!" She repeated the phrase, the familiarity and sweetness of the word acting as a balm to her internal confusion.
It was the small penis she loved, the one she could easily envelop entirely, and the sight of it, so unassuming in its size, served as an absolute contrast to the "grotesque thing" that had touched her body the day before.
That was the only safe and allowed touch. She tilted her head, and without hesitation, her lips closed around it. The warm wetness and familiar pressure began imdiately, an act of pure devotion she perford with the perfection of a pleasure machine. She sucked it with a renewed intensity, perhaps seeking purification or a reaffirmation of her role as an obedient girlfriend, the only place where she felt accepted and necessary.
My childhood friend’s lips were much better today for so reason... I felt so... complete.
Minutes later.
"Four tis! That’s a record!" Tomy-chan jumped happily, making her breasts bounce cheerfully.
"That’s because my girlfriend is so addictive..." I lied... it was because of the image that wouldn’t leave my head.
"Fufuh!" Tomy-chan smiled happily as she hugged .
She started talking and talking... but I couldn’t pay attention... All I could do was look at the ti... it was almost ti to go to the square again... I wonder what the old man planned for the day...
"So, girlfriend-chan, shall we go?" I interrupted her lightly.
She was quiet for a second and then slightly lost color.
"Go there...?" her voice trembled slightly.
I nodded, feeling a slight discomfort of guilt in my chest that quickly gave way to excitent and anticipation.
"Yes, we promised, rember?"
She seed distressed, her social aversion kicking in.
"...Can I not go?"
Sorry... but I’m only going there because I want to see you and him... because I want to see him corrupting you...
"Sorry, Tomy, but we can’t. We promised together, and we’ll go together. It’s not a big deal... it’s charity, okay?" I felt the guilt gnaw.
She was tense, but she nodded accepting it. She always listens to ...
"...And don’t forget... if it’s sothing bad, I’ll stop it!" I lied.
She nodded her head and smiled sweetly at . I looked at her body and thought about where he would touch this ti
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