Painful
By: Buffy
tomoyo19892002@yahoo.com

It’s strange to be in love. It’s even stranger when you think you love someone, but you really don’t. When you’re in love, you’re spinning. Sometimes you might even fall. Tomoyo says she fell, but I feel like I knocked her down. She’s lost all will to love, and it’s my fault. She confessed her feelings to me last year, I told her; although I didn’t love her back we were still best friends. I lied to her, I lied to myself. I love her. I always have, and I always will. I hadn’t realized it was true.

I’m watching her now. She’s looking out the window with those two beautiful, flawless sapphire eyes. Her hair trails down her back like dark silk. She sad, she has been since last year. It’s painful, every time I see that gorgeous, flawless face full of tears it’s worse than being stabbed with a billion frozen knives. And it’s all my fault. I look at her, pale skin shining like porcelain, full, round breasts perfect like the rest of her. Soft curves and long, slender legs with two small feet at the end. She’s wearing a little lace dress that comes down to the middle of her thighs, so I sit here admiring those slender, crossed legs. I wonder if she could forgive me? I turned her down and caused us both pain, could she believe me if told her I loved her? But ‘love’ fell tragically short of the way I felt for her. I had always loved her, and lusted after her, too. I buried those feelings because I thought they were so wrong. But now they’re so right, but painful. 

I stop and stare, before walking over to her. She doesn’t look at me; she’s in her own world right now. I have to bring her back. I put my hands on her shoulders and she turns and looks up at me. 

“Tomoyo…”

“What’s wrong?” She asks. She stands up and takes a few steps towards me. I could kiss her now if I wanted. She was only a few inches shorter than me, but she was still tall and slender. I smell her perfume, Cherry. I inhale deeply while she looks up at me questionably. 

“I love you” 

She looks at me with slight disbelief.

“Sakura, you must be very lonely but we both know you don’t…”

I cut her off with a deep, passionate kiss. I let out everything I have to tell her. I start kissing down her face and move towards her neck. She tries to kiss me back but she’s a bit overwhelmed. She wraps her arms around my neck because she’ll probably faint otherwise. I move my hands down and pick her up. I won’t drop her; she’s safe in my arms. She feels light in my arms.  I carry her over to my bed and lay her gently down.

“I love you,” I say again.

She looks at me again, like she wants to believe me but can’t. I have to make her believe. 
I grope her until I find the buttons down the back her dress. I unbutton the first one, then the second one. I had seen her naked before, but it was different now. I had desired her and admired her when she had no clothes on, but this time I get to touch her, taste her. She is mine this time.  I’m at the last button…

“Sakura…don’t”

I look at her, her face is still sad and it stabs me again. My body wants to hold her, so I do.

“If that’s what you want, Tomoyo-chan” I’m disappointed, and sad. But I know she’s afraid.  She came to spend the night with me, not for me to invade her like this. She thinks I’m lying, anyways.

                                                               ***

I lay on my bed. Tomoyo went to take a shower. I was disgusted with myself, had I done something wrong to her?

“I’m sorry Tomoyo…” I whisper.

I want to follow her into the shower and it’s all I can do not to sneak in and take a peek. She probably wants to wash herself off, is my touch that bad to her? I remember the way she felt under my hands, so soft and pliant. 

“Sakura”

I look up, and see Tomoyo, clad only in a pink towel, her hair still wet and her body still dripping. I’m dripping, too, but not with water. I walk over to her and she smiles at me.

“Kiss Me,” she tells me again.
 
I do that. God, do I do that. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull down the towel. She wraps her arms around my neck and I carry her to the bed again. She is so beautiful, so sexy. I want her so badly. I kiss her slender neck again. She runs her hands through my hair. I move down to her breasts.

“Tomoyo, do you believe me when I say I love you?” I ask

She nods. She believes me. I have always loved her, and I always will. I move back down to her breasts and suckled one of the pink mounds. She coos softly. I slid one of my fingers into her and she gasps. I slide it in and out of her and listen to her little squeals of pleasure. I move down to where my finger is and pull it out. She whimpers, until I spread her legs and start to lick her. She wriggles and squirms, much to my delight. Her hips buck when I slide my tongue in and out of her. 
“S-Sakura…don’t stop…I’m so close”

I have no intention of stopping until she comes. I suckle her clit until she screams my name. I lap up all the sweet nectar and move up to where she is. 

“I love you, Tomoyo”

“I love you, too, Sakura”

The pain disappears as I watch her fall asleep. I wrap my arms around her and rest my chin on her head. I cover both of us with the blankets and we fall asleep, with her in my arms.

The End