Yuki’s Diary

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If you are reading this, I am most certainly dead. If so, I entrust that this diary will find its way into the hands of my best friend, hoping that she may continue to use it as if it were her own diary. My name is Yuki, Yuki Kagariya. This is no ordinary diary, I warn you. I plan to write my moments, romantic, friendly and sexual, with another girl. Though, this is mostly a semi-detailed account of our sexual escapades. I love her but I don’t love her. I realize I don’t make any sense but that is of no consequence to me.

I have short hair, silvery white and just half an inch above my shoulders, which people say are petite. My eyes, like my hair, are silvery and some say glimmer when struck by the light of the moon. It’s where my name came from, the snow white of my hair and eyes. Yuki means snow, you see. I am mildly pale but most certainly, I do not appear anemic. I have a modest figure, nothing too big, nothing too small, an hourglass figure, one could say. My lips are a natural pale red, which some girls are jealous of.

Second, let me narrate for you, for no particular reason, a little background on myself. I am a self-confessed man-hater, which is something that can probably be traced to my over-sexed stepfather. I suppose I could go into detail into why I hate him but that would consume too much of my time as of now. Perhaps at a later date, I will tell all? I’ve been studying in this school for about a year now, Kanako being my perpetual roommate. She and I, for lack of more accurate terms that do not involve vulgarity, sleep with each other.

It has been like this since the first month that we have boarded together in this school. I can’t really say that she and I are childhood friends since we never really talked to one another until we met in the dorms. She was always lonely, alone and cold to others. Yet, she longed for company, as most miserable people do. At least, that was the impression I got when we talked for the first time a year ago. Then, there was that incident in the showers about a month after classes began. It was our…first time, to my recollection.

We were forced to shower together since we had both made the foolish mistake of waking up late and we needed to save time. It was then that I noticed her lovely body. Her slim waist, breasts that were neither big nor small, her long, slender legs, her milky white skin as smooth as the finest silks, her hair as black and hard to the eyes as obsidian yet as smooth as satin to the touch, her eyes a wonderful hazel brown. I always found her elegant, maybe even regal but I never truly realized her beauty until I looked at her then.

“It’s a tight fit in here.” I remember her saying that as we both got wet from the shower. With no thought to it, my hands began to wander. Gently, my right hand began to caress the sides of her body, my left hand trailing along her neck and shoulders, she seemed apprehensive at first. She didn’t have anywhere to run so I pressed on, my lips tasting her skin as I kissed and mildly nibbled on her collar bone. By this time, my hands were slowly, gently skimming along her inner thighs, her mind resisting, her body waiting for me.

“You are so beautiful…” I recall muttering, tilting my head back for a split second before I lowered myself to wrap my lips around her perfect breast. Even if her body wasn’t fully aroused by my actions, mine was. But then again, I am easily aroused by the mere sight of dark, almost gothic beauty such as hers. I orchestrated a slow ballet with my tongue, working on her hardened nipple, one of my hands gently massaging her other breast. I heard her moan a little, which served to make me smile at myself.

“I didn’t realize you were…” I didn’t give her a chance to finish. I moved my head up quickly, using my body to pin her to the wall as I kissed her on the lips. I admit, I was rough in that move, trying to force her tongue into my mouth, I think that was what I was doing. One of my hands was running through her hair, so smooth, so soft. Damn I wish my hair were as soft as hers. My other hand was somewhere else entirely, rubbing my palm against that sweet area between her legs; I could feel her open up to my sexual advance.

“I want you.” I whispered in her ear as I began to curl my fingers inside her body, trapping her left leg in between my two legs. I’m not sure if she had previous experience but I felt her begin to slowly rub her upper right leg in between my inner thighs, giving me a little stimulation as well. Her arms wrapped around my waist, holding me tighter to her body. My breasts pressing on hers, our lips locked one moment, separate another. We began a barrage of short kisses, our tongues in the air, as if to taste one another.

With her back to the wall of the shower, by back under a constant barrage of water, my fingers circled her insides as they slid in and out. She was that wet, her insides that slippery. Then, as I thrust upwards into her, she moved her hips down to make my fingers penetrate deeper into her. I swear, I could almost feel what she was feeling at that moment. I remember it well; the entrance was so small, my two fingers barely managed to fit. She was a virgin before then but I claimed her now. My God, she was so erotic then…

“Why me? Why not someone else?” she muttered, her voice as silky as her hair, flowing like fine satin in the air. I felt as if I could reach my limits just listening to her moan. I answered her by forcing a third finger into her and moving them in and out faster. I began to work my lips on her collarbone, feeling her soft kissed on my hair. I certainly lost track of time as I worked my charms on her, her hands creeping down between our bodies and imitating the actions of my hands inside her body, applying them to my own.

“You learn fast.” I whispered, I was pretty sure she found my body just as aroused and just as wet as hers, if not more so. As we fingered and rocked each other’s bodies into a mad climax, the first of many we would have in that shower that day, but those moments are negligible. We locked our lips, this time the both of us being more gentle and more caring in our kissing as we reached our first, glorious climax. We kept our lips locked for the duration of our first session, only occasionally separating, to breathe a little.

The both of us certainly missed our classes that day, I counted our climaxes and, while I am uncertain of her count, I assure you that she gave me no less than fifteen over the course of roughly ten hours. At the very end of that moment, she moved me away from her body gently and knelt down, moving her head as best she could between my legs. I had no idea what she was intent on doing until she did it. She had begun to gently kiss that part of me, lapping up a little of the juices there and on my inner thighs.

“Here, a gift from me.” She said before kissing me again. Some fluid came into my mouth, definitely not her saliva. It took me a moment before I realized it was what she had licked from me moments earlier. The girl had somehow stored it up in her mouth and released it into my mouth when she kissed me. By know, our knees were weak and we weren’t about to start another round, for the time being. She drew back, smiling with affection in her expression. I don’t know why but I found her body irresistible after that.

Yet, every time I take her, I feel sorry, guilty. For the moment I began to touch her, to kiss her at that time, I envisioned someone else. Make no mistake, I found Kanako infinitely beautiful but my mind insisted on picturing her as someone else entirely. I was focused on the girl that I had long lusted for from the moment I first stepped into the school: Sakura Kurosawa. She was a year older than Kanako and I were but I knew I wanted her. It was an insult to Kanako, that I was using her as a vessel for my sexual fantasies of Sakura.

As I write this, the first of what I hope to be a great many entries into my diary, Kanako is still asleep, her head on my lap. It’s a non-school day tomorrow, I was thinking of having a nice picnic with her in the nearby park. Our relationship can’t be all sex, after all. I stroke her black hair gently; I’ve come to take comfort in doing that. She looks so peaceful, so serene when she’s asleep. She and I are not lovers, not to me anyway. Her feelings towards me are unknown but there is some affection for me there, perhaps.

As I ponder whether or not to wake her so we can get to class or wake her to make love to her again, I smile. It was still an hour before classes start; we still had time for a bit of fun, don’t we? Of course, we have to be careful not to go over the top again, as we so often do. Gently then, I felt her lips kiss my legs, she was awake now. Her lips moved on, kissing along my legs, moving up to my exposed breasts. I stopped her just under my left breast, lifting her head up so that it was level to mine and smiled at her sternly.

“We have to get to class.” I tell her as I kiss her lightly on the lips, barely any contact made between us at all. I got up, and so did she, proceeding to our individual closets to get dressed. Temptingly, I crept over to her on all fours and bit into her underwear. I slowly rose up, slowly running her underwear up along her legs as I did so. Once it was in place, my hands went in front of her and placed her breasts carefully in the cups of her bra, kissing the back of her neck slowly as I snapped it into place. “Good morning.”

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Well, that's it for the 1st page of "Yuki's Diary". I don't think it's beyond the scope of the R rating yet but it comes close!