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Touch
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Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
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Adult +
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Category:
Yu-Gi-Oh › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
6
Views:
6,950
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not make profit/money from this bit of fun. I do not own YuGiOh! It does however belong to Kazuki Takahashi & Co.
2
No matter how much she tried to put it out of her mind, she could not. The caresses lingered and tingled on her skin which made concentrating in class much more difficult. She was grateful, though, that the touches did not follow her during the day. Or at least they hadn't, until today. They weren't soft anymore, now they were firm and hot and they left her trembling. That made them worse; her friends would notice her trembling and embarrass her beyond belief if they were to ask what was wrong with her. Nothing had given her a warning, she had been busy paying attention in history class (world history, so the teacher was explaining basics on Ancient Egypt, which actually made it interesting) when something grazed her neck. Looking behind her, she found Joey fast asleep and drooling on his desk. Beside her Yugi was concentrating on the teacher and on her other side Tristan was also drooling. She sat up straighter in her seat, and decided to ignore it. Again something grazed her, but this time on her legs and up her thighs. Looking underneath her desk she startled when the teacher called out her name. "Is there something wrong, Miss Mazaki?" Shaking her head rapidly she slouched at the sudden attention. When the teacher turned back to his explanation, she grinned sheepishly at Yugi; he grinned back and then turned towards the teacher. Left to herself, something grabbed her hair and gently but firmly pulled her head back. Gasping softly, biting her lip to conceal the sound, she felt what felt like fingers drumming against her neck. From behind her left ear to her pulse, and then a pressure that traveled beneath her school shirt's collar. Then the gentle scraping of finger nails inside her shirt over the swell of her breasts. She was afraid, but it was a gentle touch, one that instead of repelling her seduced her, made her limp and left heat pooling inside her belly. "Ha... mn" biting her lower lip, she tried to keep silent as the touch suddenly turned from finger nail scrapes to firm strokes again and traveled closer to her aching and aroused... The bell rang, and the touch disappeared. Anzu was left bereft and squirming in her seat as Yugi turned and gave her a weird look.