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Tomy-chan didn’t say a word as I walked her home. My heart was filled with guilt, but I was still so excited...
The next day, Tomy came over to my house again, but this time she wasn’t so cheerful.
"Hey, girlfriend-chan!" I greeted her brightly, trying to cheer her up. ʀᴇᴀᴅ ʟᴀᴛᴇsᴛ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀs ᴀᴛ 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩~𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖~𝙣𝙚𝙩
She looked at me and then started to sob.
I hugged her, surprised.
"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 me, why do you think that?" I asked calmly.
She tried to stop crying and then stared into my eyes.
"I let someone else touch me!" 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 me..." She looked at me as tears streamed 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 me who asked... who allowed it...
"Shhh, calm down! Yesterday was just a hug... a friendly one. No big deal!" I tried to convince her.
She looked at me, trying to understand what I was saying.
"He hugged me... and touched me..." She spoke softly.
I swallowed hard, remembering the scene of the old man clinging to her.
"...and I felt it!" She exclaimed, looking into my eyes seeking comprehension.
"...his grotesque thing... touching me 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 me hopefully.
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 movement 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 time, 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 seemed 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 time, 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 me. 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 same way the old man had done.
We slightly separated, and a strand of saliva still kept us connected.
"Are you sure... it was normal...?"
"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 me surprised and pondered, then quickly nodded her head. She trusted me 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 , 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 me 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 some reason, I found it a little, just a little... fascinating.
Tomy knelt in front of me. My small member 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 immediately, an act of pure devotion she performed 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 some reason... I felt so... complete.
"Four times! 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 me.
She started talking and talking... but I couldn’t pay attention... All I could do was look at the time... it was almost time 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 excitement and anticipation.
"Yes, we promised, remember?"
She seemed distressed, her social aversion kicking in.
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 me...
"...And don’t forget... if it’s something bad, I’ll stop it!" I lied.
She nodded her head and smiled sweetly at me. I looked at her body and thought about where he would touch this time