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The Mid-Fuck Random Icon Meme

THE MID-FUCK RANDOM ICON MEME

You know the drill.
1. Hit the "Random Icon" button.
2. Reply to others with a random icon. You are now in the middle of sex. If not the middle (Because not everyone has smut-tastic icons) then just about to start. The icons are your prompts.
3. Icons must be picked at random for every comment!

I haven't seen this in a really long time and always had so much fun with it. :)

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[ The mattress creaks and Kotoha flops over onto her back, grinning and glad that things were going good so far despite that slow-mo action shot. ] Yeah, right! That's a great idea. Let me just... [ Absolutely fail at even getting to her socks. Maybe it was the sore spots from the falling books, or maybe her body protested the Live Action Hero moment from before, but she had some trouble stretching down enough to get to her feet. ]

Whoaaa, okay. I think I'm going to need your help with this, if your hands are clean. [ That last comment was just because she saw the speed at which Orihime had worfed down the cupcake and it could be possible that some remnants remained. It wasn't like she was calling her friend sloppy. No, it was just wishful thinking. ]

[Orihime frowns where she sits. Not because she's upset that Kotoha implied her fingers may be messy, that's a totally legit concern, but over how weak her dear friend seems to have become. This seems serious, and that silly bank shot earlier must have used up too much of her limited strength if she can't even undress herself! Clearly, it's up to her to make sure Kotoha recovers, no matter how hard it gets!]

Don't worry, my fingers are clean. [She speaks softly, like Kotoha's on the verge of death. Just to prove she's hygenic, she leans in where her friend can watch and sucks her fingers clean, one... by... one. Freshly-cleaned and glistening, she waves them so Kotoha can see she's good to go.]

Okay, let's get started! [Down she goes, and the tugging of socks off Kotoha's too-warm feets begins!]

[ Kotoha was watching her friend very intently. Too intently, for the words just sort of faded into the background. There's absolutely no way that Orihime knows what thoughts her finger-licking brought about. No way, right? Kotoha was the one trying (and failing) to tease the other girl, and it wasn't the other way around.

...nah. Kotoha would be able to tell the difference, or so she told herself. Having her buxom buddy strip her of her socks and, soon, hopefully everything else is just going to end up being torturous for Kotoha. And yet she wouldn't have it any other way right now.

So, she just laid there, arms up and looking fairly helpless. The pillow propped up her head so she could look down along her body and take in everything about the way the other girl went about peeling those dark socks off. ]

[Socks, done. Kotoha had cute feet, Orihime thought, although she'd probably say the same thing about just about anyone, and just about every body part. She thought people were cute, so sue her.]

Okay, Isone-chan... are you feeling a little better?

[Curious, she looked back at Isone's face, but oh no, she was still flushed! More clothing must go, to cool her off, ASAP! And that meant the... the shirt, yes, that covered the most territory! Nodding affirmatively, Orihime went for the tie on her uniform and started tugging away.]

Uh, a little? [ She honestly didn't know. Orihime might have had a silly notion in her head that Kotoha was overheating, but now it was starting to feel like she was burning up in earnest. Taking that shirt off won't really help. ]

Here. I can help with this much. Just... can't stretch. [ Damn! Of all the stupid days to devote herself to training and wear herself down, it had to be today. This was the worst plan. Kotoha chided herself for it even as she pushed herself up and started to take the shirt off. Rather than pulling it up over her head she went the long way, tucking her arms in through the sleeves and then pushing it up from inside. It was a blur of motion, and she tossed it aside into the hamper with a speed that... well. She really shouldn't be moving that fast. ]

Tch. I think I really overdid it today. [ And there she was, wearing just her skirt, and panties, and a simple bra. Kotoha didn't normally feel embarrassed about that. She didn't compare to Orihime in the chest department, but she dressed herself to accent what she had when given the chance. Cosplay karaoke nights were not uncommon for her, neither was wearing something less-than-practical when it came to hanging out at the town pool. ]

Okay, good! [A little was a lot more than none! Somehow, she'd see Isone completely recover one article of clothing at a time! The idea that this was some kind of minor trickery, with a very impure ulterior motive in play, hadn't even crossed her mind, and her sunny face was full of cheer again to hear Isone was on the mend.]

I understand. Try hard, Isone-chan! [Sitting back on her legs Orihime watched, ready to jump in at any time, as Isone worked on stripping off her shirt. Fundamentally innocent at heart, she took nothing sexual from seeing Isone brought to just her bra up top, but even the most innocent mind could say, her friend was very pretty. It was a little funny, how she seemed to whip the shirt off and away in a hurry, but that only added to how cool she was.]

You must have, if you got this hot. Just relax, I'll take good care of you. [A quick salute later, she returned to work. This was necessary, but she still wanted to preserve Isone's modesty, so... the skirt had to go next!] Lift your butt for a sec! [Grab and tug, and she'd have that skirt in the hamper in no time!]

[ Kotoha was acting the fool today. Maybe she was sick, in some way, to even wish that things would go as planned. Orihime had to know what her words and actions were doing to the half-youkai. Had to, she convinced herself. It's the only way she'll be able to get through this.

She laid back once more, and braced her feet against the mattress, knees up. ] Okay, hang on! [ Things were moving fast now, and Kotoha barely pushed her hips up in time for that tug. She'd forgotten to undo the waistband first, so the sudden movement managed to pull down the waistband of her cotton panties, too. Not too far to be indecent, but maybe to be enticing. Unplanned, but something that might work in Kotoha's favor.

She lifted her feet up so that Orihime could get the skirt off the rest of the way and then she put her legs back how they were; feet down flat, knees up, and thighs pressed together. It was an odd look that she was giving her friend, now. Hungry. ] ...so. What's next?

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