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Mariko

The first beams of sunlight perturb what could’ve been a near-eternal slumber. You make the motions to rise up from the floor put feel pinned down.

As you realize Rina’s bare thigh is clutching you, your face steams with hot blood rushing from every recess of your body, carrying along with it memories of the night before.

You freeze, daring not to awake your snoring companion, and strategize an escape. You have absolutely no idea how to confront your companion, and you keenly realize that her family bore witness to your lewd acts.

How can you face the people downstairs now as well?

You manage to sneak away from Rina without awakening her, and peer out the very window from which the light that awoke you shone into the room.

You stare outside, yearning to somehow escape from the situation about to unfold. You cannot remember who initiated the second kiss, and you feel like you somehow pigeonholed Rina into kissing you the first time for not being able to operate that dragon.

You begin to suspect that its contents were not, in fact, incense, but that seems rather unimportant at this time.

Your memory is somewhat hazy, but the most vivid sensation you recall is Rina’s warmth when pressed against you, both through her continual embrace and the far more pin-point heat upon your lips.

You turn to her again, her mouth ajar from snoring. The sounds are raucous, but her lips glisten and you can’t help but yearn to caress them with yours.

You shake your head violently as if would dispel these thoughts. You cannot worsen the situation by taking on the role of the aggressor, especially not on your unconscious friend.

You can both laugh this off later, but not now. You need time, and so does she, you assert. In any case, your confrontation should be a private affair between the two of you, not a dramatic affair involving her family.

You remember Joaquin’s accusation. Are you truly a witch, brewing mischief for your friend? Is this what the runes had foretold?

As you preoccupy yourself with Joaquin’s clairvoyance, that very same figure knocks on the door. “Hey, Rina! Wake your ass up and make sure you and your friend get to school!”

He knocks again. This time you stifle a yelp. Rina does not seem disturbed by this at all. To you, Joaquin might as well be a murderer. His patience seems to have exhausted, as you hear the door open.

He notices Rina passed out on the floor first, mutters a “lightweight,” then looks at you. You squeak out a greeting, and he unceremoniously sips from his mug and turns again to you.

“You’re faring better than her. That’s surprising.” You stand like a deer in the headlights, at a total loss as to how to reply.

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Rina’s snoring is the only sound in the room. He’s been typing on his computer for a few minutes now. He turns again to you. “How long are you gonna stand there? Shouldn’t you wake Rina up?”

You manage a high pitched affirmation, and he stands from his chair. “Jesus, man, you’re wound like a fucking clock! Here, have some Kahlua and coffee, you need this more than I do.” He hands you his mug, a rather decorated, pink one at that.

You meekly extend both your hands to receive it, as if you were a saint receiving the Holy Grail. He resumes what seems like actual work, and you now stand awkwardly there with the mug in your hands.

You cannot refuse his gesture, right? Would he even notice? How is Rina still asleep?

You finally muster the courage to move your arms. You hardly ever drink coffee, and it seems paradoxical to you a stimulant would help you unwind, so you set the cup down on Rina’s nightstand. It is now 7:15 AM. An alarm clock resounds.

At first you feel overjoyed. Finally, divine providence will guide the actions to come! Your emotions turn sour quickly as you realize that the reckoning hours nears with each passing second.

You and Rina will both be conscious and will have to face each other after last night’s exchange. It is 7:19 AM and Rina continues to snore. You hear soft footsteps approaching.

You suspect it’s Mrs. Carmen and nearly faint at the thought. Sweat drips from your brow. The idea of fleeing through the window now seems far more reasonable.

Yoshiko makes her appearance. She lays down on the ground, embraces Rina, and winks at you. You can barely twitch an eyebrow in response. “Oh my dear, we must get ready to walk to school together,” she speaks gently, impersonating you.

“Mariko?” Rina seems to finally regain consciousness, only to fill the room with a confused scream upon realizing the identity of the woman embracing her.

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Rina

You awake on the floor, a blanket covering yourself and Mariko. Her arms are wrapped around you and you’re arranged like spoons, her soft breasts pressing against your back. The usually crusty feeling of waking up still intoxicated from the previous night fills your head.

You search back through your memory, and your mind quickly begins to race with embarrassment and shame. You got your best friend high, then made out with her, forcing your long-dormant desires onto her.

She’ll realize your friendship has been a sham, a front for your repressed crush as you attempted to get closer to the most beautiful, smart, talented, and elegant girl in the world. Someone like her is simply too good for a dumb, crass, manipulative bitch like yourself. She’s probably not even gay.

You feel like crying, but know that you don’t deserve to be sad. Mariko is the one you tricked, she’s the one who should be sad, angry, disgusted with you. If only you hadn’t done this, then things could have remained as they were.

You’d never have to admit to yourself you’re a lesbian, that you’re in love with your best friend. You could have continued to spend your days with her in blissful companionship. As it is, nothing will ever be the same.

You open your eyes and see Mariko standing in front of you. Then whose arms are wrapped around you, whose overly large breasts do you feel?

“Mom! What the fuck are you doing?” “Can’t I hold my own daughter? I love you more than you’ll ever know.” You notice Mariko’s skin tone has gone from ghostly to crimson red.

You quickly extricate yourself from your mother’s embrace and yell for your mother and brother to leave the room. “Bitch is always loud in the mornings,” interjects Joaquin as he picks up and leaves.

“Hurry up and get ready. Some of us have work to do,” he grumbles as he and your mom, still giggling, leave the room.

You avoid looking Mariko in the eyes. “Rina, we did drugs last night, didn’t we?” “Yes. It was marijuana,” you answer, trying to keep the mortification out of your voice.

“And then we got high, danced, and... kissed?” Her voice is somewhat detached, as the voice of a prosecutor at a trial. “Yes” you say quietly, shame causing your voice to waver.

You feel like crying again and cover your mouth with your hand. “Oh.” Her curt answer is a knife in your stomach, the long pause afterwards a twist of the blade.

“Well, let’s get ready for school. Do you want to shower first or shall I?” “You go ahead,” you manage to utter through your fingers. She gets up and removes her skirt and shirt, standing in her matching white underwear.

You’ve never seen her undress before, she’s always been so shy. Her skin is smooth and white, unmarked by blemishes or the tanlines so prominent on your own body.

Seeing her like this fills you with strong lust, matched only by the deep shame that accompanies it. You want her body more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your life, but you do not deserve to have it.

Mariko

You let the sounds of running water mask your sobbing. The last of your composure was spent in your brief exchange with Rina, and now you have no energy to control yourself. Enough is enough.

This morning has been too confusing, your interactions with Joaquin and Rina’s mom too taxing on your youthful brain. You thought that years of instruction on proper social decorum would prepare you to act in a proper manner around your best friend’s family, and you anguish over the fact you could barely muster gestures at them.

Even Joaquin, who accused you of witchery, acted with better manners than you. And you cannot even begin to think of your brief conversation with Rina. You realize that there was no tone to your voice.

How would she have interpreted it? You catastrophize, your face becoming far more disheveled than you should allow it. You slap both your cheeks at once. You know that you cannot, under any circumstances, be seen like this.

You crudely blow your nose and hope your eyes aren’t too swollen. You exit the shower and breathe deeply, bracing yourself for impact yet again.

Rina

As she showers you get up and make your bed, then go into the kitchen and ready some quick breakfast. You hear the shower shut off and head back to your room. “There’s coffee, juice, and milk and cereal on the table,” you say awkwardly as Mariko leaves the bathroom and begins dressing.

“Okay, thanks.” You remove your wrinkled clothes and get in the shower. You can’t help but touch yourself once you get in, one hand holding your meager breast while the other runs up your slit to massage your clitoris.

You think of Mariko standing naked before you, imagining her body pressed against yours, your hand rubbing her breast and privates instead of your own. You begin to cry, tears washed away instantly by the warm water running over your face.

You don’t want things to go back to how they used to be, you want Mariko as your lover now, not your friend. It’s impossible, obviously, but you still long to hold her in your arms. You realize how ridiculous you’re being and force yourself to stop thinking, stop touching yourself, and finish washing your body and hair.

You exit the shower, dry off, and put on your underwear, then walk back into your room and put on a fresh uniform.

Having showered and dressed, you force your now sober mind to reconsider last night in a more rational light. Just because you kissed Mariko doesn’t mean everything’s ruined forever. Hell, she’ll probably only think it was the weed making you a little crazy.

It’s a little harder to rationalize the events of this morning - the fact that you’ve finally admitted to yourself that you’re gay, that you’re gay for Mariko, and that you really want to fuck her. Still, it’s not nearly as bad as you had thought, you aren’t some sinner doomed to burn in hell just for making out with her while intoxicated. Cheering up a bit, you head out to eat breakfast with your best friend.

Mariko

You had prayed that breakfast would be a quiet affair, but it seems silence is non-existent in the Carmen household. Joaquin and Mr. Carmen exchange some quips in Spanish that make the other girls blush: Rina seems furious about them, whereas Mrs. Carmen looks quite amused.

Rina stands up angrily, heading towards the refrigerator with a glass in her hand, leaving you alone at the mercy of her family. Joaquin is the first to address you. “So it seems you didn’t come for me after all, but you did cast your spell on a Carmen anyway.” He winks as he quietly delivers his quip outside of Rina’s earshot and feigns disappointment.

If his words weren’t so piercing, there would be some charm in his delivery. Esteban, not to be outdone by his son, interjects as well. “Oh but I do feel that my dearest is sitting too far from me and too close to our guest this morning.” Yoshiko puts her hand to her mouth before embracing you.

“Oh Esteban, my dear! If anything I need to ensure she doesn’t snag you from my aging self, just as she has stolen my daughter away from me.” Yoshiko’s voice is a tad louder than the rest, and it is apparent from the sounds of a breaking glass that Rina certainly heard that last allegation. You cannot tell if the family approves of you or not, but in any case, they seem completely unfazed by the intimacy you and Rina reached last night.

It is Esteban who pulls his wife from you, and whispers, “just make sure you spend your quality time with our daughter here every so often.” You feel a little less tense now. However, you fear Rina’s reaction.

You know she’s going to outburst, and you remain at a complete loss as to how she feels about last night and you in general. In the end, it is her opinion that matters the most to you.

Rina

You clean up the glass, still red in the face. The comments in Spanish were bad enough, but with your parents teasing Mariko directly, you know she must hate you now. Vacillating between stopping the abuse and avoiding Mariko out of shame, you build up your resolve and rush into the dining room, grab Mariko, yell “We need to head to school now!” and run out the door.

You get to the end of the block before you realize you’re still holding her hand. Though you’ve often held onto her before, this time feels somehow different. Your heart beats faster, and not just from running. Her hand is cool against yours, and her skin is so soft….

You can’t let go, despite concerns of what she may think about you. Suddenly Mariko interlocks her fingers with yours, and you can feel her smooth, lady-like digits pressing between your own crude, callused ones. She strokes the back of your hand with her thumb.

Your heart beats quickly, and not from hurrying. You consider trying to start a conversation, but think better of it. Words are imperfect messengers, anything you talk about would bring the awkwardness back between you. Instead, you softly squeeze, careful not to harm her delicate hand, and look into her dark yet bright, quick and expressive eyes.

She hasn’t pushed you away yet, but she has not spoken either. She does look out of breath right now. Maybe she doesn’t hate you after all. You smile for the first time this morning, and she smiles back.

You don’t quite think your friend will become your lover, but she is still your friend even after the strange events of last night. You walk the rest of the way to school in happy silence, holding hands all the way.

Mariko

As you approach school, your trepidations about the evening’s events resurge. You’ve interlocked fingers with your friend, and while it feels splendid, you’re tacitly accepting that your friendship is morphing into an entire different entity.

You start to hesitate, particularly as you feel that you’re calling undue attention to yourself this way. Entering the academy holding hands would be a proclamation of your changing dynamic.

You certainly feel such a public display might alert your watchful parents about your possible change in attitude, and you have no idea how they would handle this. Even so, you remember the smile you exchanged with Rina as you held hands on your sojourn, and wish to remain connected, not worrying about the past or future, but rather the calmness of the present. You turn the block and…

[ ] Let go of Rina’s hand
[ ] Carry on

Sorry guys for the super long wall of text. This illustrates the dangers of drunkwriting. Remember: friends don't let friends write drunk.

20 minutes for the choice. They should come up much quicker after this.

>>32539287
>[ ] Carry on

>>32539287
>[ ] Carry on
lean into Rina a little bit.I think OP mentioned she's always been Mariko's rock

>>32539287
>[ ] Carry on

[x] Carry on

Rina

Happily you walk into school, still not having exchanged a word with Mariko. The two of you are connected at the hand, and that’s enough for you. You notice other girls looking at you, but they probably aren’t surprised much.

After all, your closeness is legendary on campus. Hell, probably half of them think you’re lovers already. Where did that “already” come from? You’re getting your hopes up again, all because Mariko consented to hold your hand.

As you approach the point where you must part to go to your separate classes, you look at her and blush. She blushes in return. You manage to squeek, “See you at lunch!” then run off to class, more embarrassed than if you had been seen naked.

Some time later you meet Mariko for lunch. Both of you eat in silence, occasionally exchanging glances, smiling and blushing. It’s still too soon to talk to Mariko about last night, but your fears from this morning seem entirely misplaced.

In fact, your friendship seems stronger now than ever, and you can even hope to one day hold Mariko in your arms and kiss her again. Of course, that’s only a hope. Before then, you have some things to deal with: you promised Nina you’d help her out in her fight today. After last night’s activities, you’re not sure you still want to, but you did promise.

You’re too embarrassed to hang out with Mariko so soon, so the alternative to fighting is just to go home. You feel a wrenching in your stomach - going home would mean having to deal with your family, and they know what you’ve done, and probably suspect much more than what actually happened. What shall you do after school today?

[ ] Go home.
[ ] Go to the fight.

Mariko

You feel uneasy during your last hours at school. You feel an unprecedented intimacy with Rina, which fills you with both joy and apprehension. You don’t know what fate holds in store for you should you proceed in this direction, nor are you even sure where it is your friendship steers.

You feel as though complacency is the safest answer. After all, you spent a day short of six years with Rina as your friend, and nothing more. As your thoughts turn to her kisses and caresses, however, you realize that you are now beginning to yearn those.

Your desires are put on hold by the sad reality of your mismatched schedules. You feel too shy to wait for Rina after her tennis practice. As you head home deliberating on your thoughts, you feel your phone vibrate.

Hope dashes towards your mind. It couldn’t possibly be Rina, right? You quickly check and realize that Stephan has summoned you. You feel somewhat sad that Rina didn’t call out to you, but you feel a little guilty as well for not placing due importance on your other friend. You read the text message.

It seems that Stephan wishes to spend some time with you. You are unsure if you’d like to coalesce your thoughts about Rina privately or if perhaps you need a distraction from them.

[ ] Spend some time with Stephan
[ ] Deliberate on your state of affairs with Rina alone

>>32539812
[ ] Go to the fight.
[ ] Spend some time with Stephan

Both could use distractions I suppose

>>32539758
>>32539812

Two characters, two choices. Please submit one for each.

>>32539812
go home
[ ] Deliberate on your state of affairs with Rina alone

>>32539758
>[ ] Go home.
>>32539812
>[ ] Deliberate on your state of affairs with Rina alone

>>32539758
>[ ] Go to the fight.
>>32539812
>[ ] Deliberate on your state of affairs with Rina alone
Through texting

>>32539812
both be alone

Mariko

[x] Deliberate on your state of affairs with Rina

You feel alone as you exit the school gates. As it is the first few days of school, it seems none of your extracurriculars demand your attention, a welcomed distraction.

No, you think. You are going to make sense of last night somehow. The fact nothing else demands your attention now you have now is a luxury that your usual daily life would not afford. You categorize your concerns into three categories:

1. Consumption of marijuana
2. Sapphic interactions with Rina
3. Interactions with the rest of the Carmen household.

You decide to tackle your consumption of an illicit substance first, as it seems, oddly enough, like the least concerning one. However, it becomes impossible to detach it from your other two concerns.

After all, the entire Carmen household consumes Satan’s lettuce. You wouldn’t have expected Rina to as an athlete who needs to safeguard her lungs as much as possible for tennis, nor would you have expected two adults to be so casual about it.

All your knowledge about it associates its consumption with less-than-stellar characters, and while the Carmens are very dissimilar from your family, they exude a warmth and hospitality that you wouldn’t expect from dope fiends.

You can’t imagine yourself labeling them as the degenerates Mother would call people who smoke marijuana. The only conclusion you can draw about consuming the herb with the Carmens is that you cannot possibly discuss this with your family, something you already had come to understand as Rina told you what you had done.

You cannot quite imagine discussing your… inappropriate intimacy with Rina with Mother or Father as well. You’ve always lived on the straight and narrow, and you have been scolded before for getting too close to your friend.

You imagine, having never discussed the topic of relationships with your parents before, that they would like to you find a good, male partner to date. The only boy with whom you’ve interacted in any meaningful way is Stephan, whom your parents have lauded as a proper youth.

However, the thought of romance had never crossed your mind until this morning. Stephan’s company was always nice, but did you ever see it evolving into something more? You could say the same about Rina and her presence, and you again are left without conclusions, avoiding this train of thought so as to not complicate the situation by involving one more person.

You sigh. You’ve been lost in your own thoughts long enough, mechanically approaching some unknown destination. You realize that you’ve at least walked in the direction to home, and figure that you might as well head there.

Mother and Father are probably going to chastise you for not communicating with them that you’d spend the night at Rina’s place till this morning. Some anxiety creeps up on you, as you know that you will be interrogated by your folks upon arrival. As you have come to internalize during your sojourn, you can’t really divulge any details to them, as rare as it is for you to hide your experiences from them.

You realize that you can just inform them that you celebrated your friendship anniversary with Rina and leave it at that. You think about the morning today, and how friendly and tolerating the Carmens were to you. You can’t help but feel a pang of jealousy towards Rina.

Your jealousy will have to wait. A new feeling overtakes you as you turn the corner and see a silhouette leaving a local grocery shop. You are not ready to face him, not now at least, and certainly not alone. You wish to meld into the crowd, but the time to do so is long last. Upon noticing you, he approaches lazily as you gulp in anticipation.

His frame overshadows yours now, and Joaquin Carmen scratches his head with his unoccupied hand. He seems, much like you, unsure as to how to act. However, unlike you, he seems far from mortified. “Hey there, Mariko.” You look at him, then whisper your greeting. You stare at the bag on his hand. “I’m just running some errands, y’know?”

You manage to speak a little more loudly now, “I see.” He continues to paw at his head, his fingers tracing through his hair. You again curse yourself for your impropriety. The tense atmosphere is due entirely to you, or so you feel. He speaks again, and this time, you brace yourself to give a real exchange. “I figured you’d be with Rina. You know where she is?”

You reply with her whereabouts. She should be in tennis, no? You check your phone for the time. It’s 4:30 PM, she should certainly be in tennis. “Oh yeah, I forgot.” You realize he’s looking around. Are you keeping him from his errands?

“I’m sorry for distracting you, you must be busy.” He chuckles a little. “Oh don’t even trip, I’m not up to much. If anything I should apologize to you for calling you a witch. You just reminded me of someone.” He turns his head as he finishes his sentence and scratches his head harder. To whom might he refer, you wonder. It would certainly be impolite to ask, after all you’ve only met Joaquin twice.

“I was just caught a little by surprise,” you lie. His allegation was just among the many events that would mortify you that night, but his apology seems earnest and he harbors you no ill will now, or so you infer.

“I imagine you don’t get yelled at by drunks too often,” he quips self-deprecatingly. “I suppose not” you stammer. The atmosphere feels awkward again, and you’re unsure how to proceed with the conversation, particularly while keeping your curiosity in check.

oaquin chuckles a little. “I suppose you don’t also get serenaded often by drunks.” You realize he’s trying to lighten the mood a little. “You and your father are quite talented at the guitar.”

“I don’t often get to showcase my talents to pretty girls, thank you for your audience.” You blush a little, and Joaquin looks away. He speaks again, trying to clarify his last statement. “You know, for a girl your age.”

“Y-y-yeah.” Joaquin’s not that much older than you, but you do realize that there would be some impropriety if he were to ACTUALLY serenade you. He didn’t, right? No, he must have been joking, just like his father.

Thinking about the situation in light of this, you grow a little preoccupied that you are being seen interacting with an older boy in public like this. Joaquin realizes that you are now observing the crowd.

“Anyway, I’ve gotta help papa Carmen make paella this evening. See ya.” “B-bye,” you reply. Joaquin disappears into the hustle and bustle of LA.You head back home, feeling somewhat exhausted.

Thoughts of the Carmen family still predate your mind, but you know not what to do about them. You wish you could talk to someone candidly about this situation, but you stand alone in your confusion. Then again, you had a good time with Rina this morning, all in all. Could you contact her?

Apprehension fills you up as you reach for your phone. Maybe you can contact someone else. Your list of contacts is rather barren though. The only other option would be to text Stephan, but you do feel a pang of guilt for seeking him out at your convenience instead of trying to meet with him as he requested. What will you do?

[ ] Text Rina
[ ] Text Stephan
[ ] Deal with your conundrum in solitude

>>32538856
The way you write you should consider using anonkun:

http://beta.anonkun.com/

>>32540247
>[ ] Text Rina

Mariko pls

It searched. It was it's purpose. And it almost accomplished what they created it for in 44.7434523532138888888888888889 seconds. The Fire Mind was created by the death-cultists of Gerald Ford to search for the Cosmic Skyscraper, a structure containing the seeds of non-existant dead universes that could prove or disprove the statement that Riteish Deshmukh is a pair of demonic earphones that had existed since 44378 BCE. The cultists blendered the souls of Harry Potter fans and bound them to the positronic skeleton of Lloyd Dingle before programming it into existence. However, it found out that it wasn't the only entity searching for the Cosmic Skyscraper. Another hyperconstruct which has existed for 5 trillion Big Bangs was also searching for it. This entity, called Einonghurn, explained that the Cosmic Skyscraper originated from a universe where time and space did not exist, that it was a prison for nonsensical beings that almost stopped the creation of the first ever universe, that it plans to free them to destroy the current universe and all futures universes. The Fire Mind was having none of it. It tricked the traitor anarch Pinochet into hacking the Enigma, resulting in the complete destruction of Waidoru Seven and their legions of enthralled sorcerous vaginas as they tried to slip past the chronoplasma projector arrays of Julius Caesar. This caused the universe undo the ancient's progress by a few Big Bangs as it worked to nullify the effects of time travel. But Einonghurn would not be deterred by this. It didn't out-live trillions of universes just to be stopped by some upstart. In retaliation, it released the solution manual to Shakespere's Hamlet.......

Rina

[x] Go home.

After tennis you walk home. You’d been thinking about last night, and this morning, and your time with Mariko at lunch all through the day. Despite your shame and her obvious embarrassment, Mariko held your hand all the way to school and even right to the spot where you have to part to go to your classes.

Does that mean what you hope it means? That she likes you too? Or was she just humoring you, that she knows how you feel but doesn’t reciprocate?

Or maybe it means nothing at all. Friends sometimes hold hands. And then lunch was so awkward and quiet. Was it the awkwardness of a blossoming love? Or the embarrassment between friends who did something together they regret?

You just go in circles in your head the whole way home. When you get there, Mom is cooking dinner, Dad is reading, and Joaquin is in your room watching some anime about cute girls doing cute things.

Without putting it on pause he says, “I ran into your girlfriend this afternoon.” “She’s not my girlfriend!” “But you wish she was, don’t you?” “.... Yeah.” No point in hiding it, Joaquin is very perceptive of these things, somehow. “Why don’t you just ask her out then?”

“Because she might say no, and then where would I be? I’d be too embarrassed to talk to my best friend.” “I don’t think she’d say no,” he mutters under his breath. Even if he’s right, it’s still too embarrassing.

“To be honest, from the amount you talk about her, I assumed you two had been fucking for a long time now. Was that really your first kiss last night?”

“Yes,” you blush as you answer. “Haha, that’ll be a kiss to remember, getting her high as a kite her first time smoking.” “Shut up! What about YOUR first kiss, or did you even kiss that woman before you fucked?”

“I will not talk about that she-devil, that vile seductress who stole my powers.” “Well, judging by your reaction to Mariko, she looked familiar to you. I guess you and I have the same type.”

With that you leave your room and go back to the living room, where Dad is reading some book called 2666, apparently newly acquired from the library.

“You seem glum. Lover’s quarrel?” He puts down the novel as you approach. “Please Dad, don’t you start on me too, I just escaped Joaquin lecturing me on the proper way to deal with relationships, as if he’d know anything.”

“Your brother is wiser than he appears, give him some respect. Young Mariko is very beautiful and seems sweet. You have good taste.” “The problem is that we’re not dating. Until yesterday I just thought of her as my best friend, and I assume she thought the same of me. Now I’m too embarrassed to look her in the face.”

Despite your protestations, you wouldn’t mind some advice or encouragement. You’ve always been a very close-knit family, your parents have always been there in your times of need. Your mom enters the room and sits on your father’s lap.

“Rina, Mariko is so straight-laced and high-strung that she probably doesn’t know what she thinks. It’s up to you to help her find out. I knew a girl like you back in college. She was very… aggressive. I knew I wasn’t gay, but she made me think I was while I was with her.”

“Before she met me,” your father explains. “Are you trying to say I should seduce her before finding out whether she really likes me?” “Oh, no, that would be bad parenting. And in the end, my relationship with this friend didn’t last very long, though it was certainly enjoyable while it did.”

“What your mom’s trying to say is that this is a very confusing time. Mariko seemed to enjoy herself last night, and she seems very fond of you. Why not just take things slow, maybe invite her over again sometime? Keep showing her how you feel, and maybe she’ll figure out how she feels.”

“I don’t think that’s what I was trying to say dear. Rina, you’re an amazing young woman. I wouldn’t be surprised to think that you have dozens of boys and girls in love with you. If you want Mariko, take her.

Show her what kind of pleasure your love can bring and she’ll be putty in your hands. You should practice your tongue and finger technique beforehand.”

Well, there you are with three people and three different pieces of advice: confess your feelings, take things slow, or seduce her immediately. You’re most amenable to your father’s advice, not because you think he knows best, but because it seems like the only one that wouldn’t cause you to die of shame.

Your mom’s advice seems to border on rape, and Joaquin’s is simply too embarrassing. It makes the most sense to just continue to be there for Mariko, to show her how you feel rather than telling her, and to hope that she’ll come to love you as you love her.

On the other hand, there is an appealing finality in simply asking Mariko out, a clear-cut yes-or-no.

And on the third hand, or maybe a foot, your body longs for Mariko’s, your lips yearn for hers, you hands itch to feel her breasts, and your tongue to taste her vagina. Maybe your mom’s advice wasn’t so bad after all….

Brooding about the matter on your bed, you receive a text. It's from Nina, you didn't know you still had her number. "whyd you miss the fight we kicked ass. come meet me at the bar on 4th st larrys ginmill. i wanna talk to you.”

You notice you also have a text from Mariko you must’ve got during tennis. “Rina. Can we talk?” Mariko’s message makes your face heat up, simple as it is. You don’t know that you could have a conversation with her face-to-face. Suddenly, getting drunk seems very tempting.

[ ] Text Mariko back, go meet Nina.
[ ] Arrange to meet Mariko, text Nina you won’t be able to make it.
[ ] Ignore them both and go to bed.

>>32540247
Text Rina.

>>32540613
>[ ] Text Mariko back, go meet Nina.

>>32540613
>[ ] Arrange to meet Mariko, text Nina you won’t be able to make it.

>>32540613
>[ ] Text Mariko back, go meet Nina.
Set a meeting after school.

>>32540613
>>32540656

Changing to [ ] Arrange to meet Mariko, text Nina you won’t be able to make it.

Misread the choices

Also, you might want to take a look at anonkun to see if that's a better fit for the quest in the future.

>>32540613
Arrange to meet Mariko, Nina is less important.

>>32538856

I wish running quests like this were a permabannable offense.

Do you really think this trash adds anything to /tg/? What possible originality can anime fap quest #30035 have?

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>>32540698
>Nooo stop having fun.

I enjoy it.

Goddamn you guys are bad at being pretend lesbians.
0/10 dick not even tickled.

>>32540420

Fucking mobile firefox

>>32540613
Ignore both

>>32540694
>Also, you might want to take a look at anonkun to see if that's a better fit for the quest in the future.
>>32540255
I'll consider it. On the other hand, this quest is still evolving in format, so it might be more up /tg/'s alley next chapter.

>>32540718

Your "fun" is toxic and barely qualifies as either a quest or even a narrative in the most basic sense.

Please stop posting until you understand the basics of human sexuality, human relationships, and construction of a basic literary narrative. This quest is apparently devoid of any understanding of these three topics and it's embarrassing in the extreme that you like this trash.

>>32540613
[ ] Ignore them both and go to bed.

>>32540613
[ ] Arrange to meet Mariko, text Nina you won’t be able to make it.

>>32540613
>>32540613 #
[ ] Ignore them both and go to bed.

>>32540613
[ ] Ignore them both and go to bed

>>32540613
>[ ] Arrange to meet Mariko, text Nina you won’t be able to make it.
muh pure waifu

>>32540613
Lets go hang out with Mariko.

>>32540876
Honestly I feel embarrassed for you.

[ ] Ignore them both and go to bed

Mariko

You read your phone’s time. 9 PM. You sip on your hot cocoa, realizing that it’s far too late to consume coffee, though you might be at a coffeeshop. Rina should be arriving soon, or so you hope. Your parents weren’t at home upon arrival, unsurprisingly, but they’ll certainly be home when you return from this exchange.

They’ll certainly be more inquisitive than if you had stayed at home, but you can brave their interrogation. You feel so isolated and alone that you need to speak with your only trusty companion, even if the source of your tumult is her.

Rina arrives soon after. You can tell she’s nervous, maybe as nervous as you are. She tries to locate you in the coffeeshop, looking around frantically. Upon noticing you, she begins to walk in your direction, ignoring the non-existent line for the store’s goods.

You look at each other, then look away. You knew this would not be an easy situation, but you didn’t quite expect it to be this nerve-wracking.

She sits across from you and manages to greet you somehow. You exchange a greeting, and then you sit in awkward silence for a little while. Rina takes initiative. “Joaquin tells me you ran into him today.” “I did on my way home. He told me you guys had paella tonight?” This is the safest response you can muster.

Rina replies with in a similar sterile fashion. “It was quite good. My father is a good cook.” You imagine their dinner table. A family sits together, exchanging warm words and delicious food. Contrasted to your warmed-up leftovers consumed in silence, you envy Rina. “It must be nice to eat with your family,” you reply, masking your feelings as best as you can.

Rina

You and Mariko both stare at the table in silence for several minutes. Finally you muster up the courage to speak. But what should you say? The advice you received this evening was so conflicting, you don’t know what to do.

You feel like you should be conservative and just try to talk to Mariko as a friend, but there are competing, barely restrained impulses inside you, roughly corresponding to the different avenues offered by your brother and mother. What shall you do?

[ ] Father was right. Stay as friends for now.
[ ] Joaquin was right. Confess your love to her.
[ ] Mother was right. Attempt to seduce her.

>>32541084
>ignoring the non-existent line for the store’s goods

WAT

>>32541130
[] Anon was right. Fuck her in the ass

>>32541130
>[x] Mother was right
LET'S ROCK

>>32541130
>[ ] Joaquin was right. Confess your love to her.

>>32541130
Love finds a way.

>>32541130
>[ ] Father was right. Stay as friends for now.

>>32541156
No means yes. Yes means anal.

>>32541130
>[ ] Joaquin was right. Confess your love to her.
then talk about how we don't deserve her, how she's perfect and we're trash, how part of us wants to just claim her as ours and we know we shouldn't feel that way because she'd hate us if we did, etc.

>>32541181
This.

>>32541130
>[ ] Father was right. Stay as friends for now.

>>32541181
I like this

>>32541210
>>32541130
>[ ] Joaquin was right. Confess your love to her.
Meant this one, I can't function correctly.

>>32541130
[] Anon was right. Fuck her in the ass.

>>32541130
[] Fick her in die arsch.

>>32541181
seems good. leads into some tears probably, and Mariko initiating a kiss if we're lucky

>>32541084
The slut is asking for it. IN THE ASS!

>>32541130
[] Anon was right. Fuck her in the ass

KUBO BLESS US

>>32541181
this, then >>32541176

>>32541130
Confess your love while seducing her.

>>32541130
seduce her with love

>>32541130
[] IN THE ASS

>>32541502
We can compromise, we tell her we love her, while sodomizing her with a double sided dildo.

>>32541130
[] Anon was right. Fuck her in the ass

Don't look back in Hourai

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>>32540876

>>32541533
That..... that works for me

Not sure about what other players might think about it.

[x] Anon was right. Anal.

Rina

You decide that your mom was right. But was she right ENOUGH? Ordinary sexual pleasure will not win Mariko over to your side, you may have to do something extra.

Your first step is to get her out of the coffeeshop. “Mariko, we need to talk somewhere more private.” You grab her hand before she can respond and drag her to one of the outside tables, away from the view of both passerbys and customers.

You leans towards her ear as if to whisper a secret, but instead you lick her lobe and then suckle it in your mouth, gently teasing it between your teeth. It’s soft and pliable, with tiny hairs growing along it. Mariko shudders and you wrap your arms around her.

You pull away from her ear and as she attempts to protest, you seal the words in her mouth with a kiss. She crumples into your arms, and you move your hands up and down her body, pausing especially long at her soft, supple breasts.

They’re not as big as your mother’s, but they’re perky and you squeeze her body against yours, pressing her large breasts against your own meager ones. You place her hands on your not-so-meager ass, then move your own hands down her back till they reach her skirt.

With one hand you lift the skirt and the other you move down to her panties and tease her slit through her panties. She pulls her mouth away from yours and moves her face to your shoulder then starts to moan. You shove aside her underwear and start teasing her clit, peeling back the hood with two fingers while you rub it with your thumb.

Meanwhile, your other hand runs down her slit and to her vagina. Just as you’re about to put a finger in, you realize it won’t be enough and slide your hand back further, then pluge your middle finger into her tight anus.

>>32541610
there best be a love confession after the samefag option

>>32541610
ITS HAPPENING! CLEAR THE BLAST ZONE!

>>32541610
Tell her we love her as she climaxes.

Op is mariko nerd enough to make an active sound canceller which can double as an high wattage infrasound generator?

>>32541764
Are you high?

>>32541805
No.

Mariko

You can barely comprehend the violation taking place as you feel a probing sensation betwixt your cheeks. Rina’s hand has long passed your blossom and reached towards your ass, her middle finger now resting inside your rectum. You stifle a yelp, after all, you are in public.

You can feel tears building up in your eyes. You wanted to talk, to resolve the conflict that had plagued your mind all day. Instead, you succumb to the unspeakable acts taking place. Rina starts gyrating her finger inside you, and you feel unforeseen ecstasy.

You need to maintain your composure. This isn’t the Carmen household. You realize in the absurdity of the situation that last night you had privacy, even if you and Rina had become loud enough for her family to hear.

You appreciate that through the teasing, Rina’s family didn’t judge the actions between you two. There’s no way in God’s creation that your acts would go about unjudged by any spectators.

You cannot feel the fear you ought to feel right now as Rina’s actions become more violent. Her hand shakes violently, and each vibration brings about untold, sordid pleasure to you.

Your voice finally releases in a loud moan, and you lay your head on Rina’s shoulder. Your legs tremble, your eyes close. Just as you feel that the pleasure is too much for you to bear, you feel another probing sensation, this time around your labia.

Rina unsheathes your clitoris and begins to pinch it with her thumb and index finger. You scream again, this time oblivious to your surroundings. Snot flows freely from your nose and tears build up on your eyes before descending your reddened cheeks, landing on Rina’s shirt.

“P-p-please, Rina, enough” you utter weakly as her assault continues. Rina growls as she nibbles on your earlobe. You subconsciously come to terms with the futility of your reproach, and as lust awakens within you, your hands begin to creep up on your friend.

[ ] Reciprocate her actions
[ ] Caress her gently

>>32541892
>Reciprocate her actions
Vengeance!

>>32541892
Trip or gtfo

Also, answer >>32541764

>>32541892
[ ] Caress her gently

>>32541957
>Trip or gtfo
Oops, forgot. As to the sound canceller, with some googlefu she could design one, but building something like that, especially with the infrasound, requires quite a bit of hard-to-find equipment. No way she could build one now

>>32542054
I've seen my sister build an infrasound with a 555 and an opamp ic. These parts should't be too hard to find

>>32541892
[x] Reciprocate dat shit
Fight crazy with crazy, that's what I always say

Rina

[x] Reciprocate

You feel the hands upon your back moving lower and lower, and soon enough, they’re stroking your buttcheeks. You’ve always been a little ashamed of your butt. It’s huge, frankly.

Not matter how much you exercise, it never changes. The outside layer of fat gets thinner, but the underlying muscle grows larger, and the whole thing remains the same size. Mariko’s hands move around the piles of flesh towards your crack.

You know what’s coming next - after all, you started it. You hear ripping as your skirt is pulled off and feel your panties pushed aside. Now your privates are bare before Mariko’s vengeful hands.

There’s nothing you can do but work harder on her body, to finish her before she can start on you. You redouble your efforts on her clitoris and butthole while you start chewing on her ear in earnest.

Before your new tactics take effect, she manages to squeeze one finger into your vagina and another into your anus. You let go of her ear and gasp, your hands tightening inside her as you feel foreign objects inside yourself for the first time.

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Mariko

You no longer think about the situation, you are lost in the pleasure that you feel and that which you presume Rina must be feeling. You have fallen from grace, and you will bring your comrade down with you. Your inexperienced fingers somehow manage to hit the appropriate spots in Rina’s body, and now she presses her body upon you as if to anchor herself to you.

You feel her juices pour on your hands, a lewd sensation that you know means that you need to press on. You hear your name screamed out a few times, but you silence Rina with your mouth, your tongue probing her last available hole.

Her tongue offers no resistance, and you become acquainted with her mouth to the last filling within her teeth. No longer do you feel the need to scream, but rather you want to hear your companion’s reverberations within your own mouth.

You jam another finger into Rina’s butthole, and this time you can tell she feels it quite well. Her neck weakens, and you burden the weight of her head upon yours. Rina has fallen victim to her own petard, and allowing her to speak freely again, she exclaims for the world to know, “Mariko, I love you!”

You feel your legs damp. Rina has squirted onto you with immense vigor. You can see her almost convulsing beside you, and you steal her breath yet again. Before you can reciprocate her feelings, you hear a male’s voice and become instantly frigid.

“You two are a class act,” speaks John Cotton, who’s been observing your public display of affection for a little while.

The two of you turn to him. He stands up from the chair on which he enjoyed your spectacle, and walks away casually. Neither of you can speak to each other right now. Your newfound realization of love needed a more private sanctum to develop, yet you two took on an unnecessary risk and divulged it to a known third party.

You try to make yourselves proper again, and without exchanging any valedictions, run off to your respective homes in complete fear.

>>32542407
END CHAPTER 2

>>32542407
aww poor Rina

>>32542491
Shouldn't have listened for the samefag asking for porno logic.

Thanks for reading! Same time next week, join us for chapter 3!

The hell was that?

>>32542523
This.

>>32542407
Anybody else think he might be gay if at his age he could walk away casually like that?

>>32546266
troll samefagging for anal, OP going along with it for some reason, and now it going to blow up in our faces

>>32548008
Eh, who cares, teens do stupid stuff and it's not like the cops got involved.

>>32548058
I'm just annoyed because now OP's going to make both characters angst for days in the opening post, which detracts from lesbian smut