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[goodlittlecatholic]

It's exciting, being in Japan. It's not the first time she's been here ever. Her mom is from Tokyo, so Colleen had often come here to visit her family as a kid. Her cousins would always tease her for her vibrant red hair that she got from her father, but it was always in good fun.

This is the first time she's ever spent an extended period of time in Japan away from her family, though, and it's kind of eye-opening to be on her own. She's had the opportunity to finally come clean about certain parts of her identity... to herself, of course, not to anyone else.

While the school she's been sent to is technically a Catholic mission school, she finds that it's significantly less focused on the religious aspects of the whole thing, which is a nice change of pace. She's not expected to go to mass every Sunday. And while some of her classmates do tease her for her obviously foreign appearance, she's made some good friends, too. It helps being completely fluent in her second mother tongue, she imagines.

She's still in her first year, and there's an upperclassman who catches her eye. A third-year named Tsubasa, on the kendo team. She's so cool, and she's got a killer body and an awesome smile, and half the school is in love with her. Maybe not how Colleen is in love with her, though. She might not be the only one with a picture of Tsubasa lifting her shirt to wipe sweat from her face, exposing her flat, toned stomach... but she's probably the only one lying in her dark dorm room at night, looking at the picture as her hand works between her legs.

"Nn... Tsubasa-senpai..." she groans, fingers ghosting over her clit. She imagines those strong arms holding her, and her kissing that muscular stomach.

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[kendno]

Tsubasa's family is a little mixed, itself - her ancestors had been Catholic, back during the Sengoku period, and at some point a foreign minister or two had gotten mixed into the blood. Hardly as noticeable as Colleen, of course. Tsubasa's mother, father, and grandparents all considered themselves pure-blood Japanese. It was just a little oddity of the family tree, more than anything.

And an explanation for why she was at this school. She wasn't unfaithful, but neither was she faithful, considering the good book more a series of helpful tips than something to live her life by. She had a comfortably distant relationship with God.

Which explains why she's such a flirt with the other girls, in spite of. Their circumstances. It's hard not to be, when a good baker's dozen of them show up to watch her practice. Ai Naoe, the technical captain of the Kendo Team, has to chase them off with a shinai whenever they get too loud or distracting.

Tsubasa doesn't mind the attention, though. She's eighteen and very comfortably gay, so much so that she feels the emphasis is justified. She's glad to be going to an all-girls Catholic school, in spite of the obvious difficulties, because it means she doesn't have to interact with a man. There aren't even any male faculty members. Just women. And other girls as students, of course.

The only issue is that she's a frustrated eighteen-year-old woman, eager to express her sexuality physically, but none of those girls want to go further than giggling and flirting and kissing. What's even the point of having a fanclub?

Worse yet, Ai had roped her into doing the nightly rounds. As the third years in these dorms, they were both, technically, responsible for making sure nobody snuck out or caused trouble. Tsubasa had just been delegating the duties to Ai. Ai had changed her mind, at some point.

But then she hears a moan, and while she isn't superstitious, her first thought is ghosts. Then, of course, she thinks - it's a dorm full of teenage girls and she just heard a female moan. At least somebody's having a good time tonight, she thinks to herself.

It isn't 12A, it isn't 13A, but... 14A. That foreigner, isn't it? Colleen-chan. Cute name. She imagines she might be thinking about some guy back home, probably. American guys were always so handsome, or at least that's what other girls said. Tsubasa couldn't exactly tell.

She's about to knock on the door when she hears it. 'Tsubasa-senpai...'

Well. How about that.

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It's the next day when Tsubasa manages to catch Colleen alone, Tsubasa noticing her on her way to kendo practice. With a grin, she falls into step beside her, not sure if their destinations are the same. Colleen did occasionally poke her head into their practices, but she wasn't a dedicated part of the fanclub.

"Hey. Colleen-chan, right?" she grins down at her, confident. Tsubasa's about six feet tall, by some miracle of genetics, and she carries herself with the confidence of someone with nearly a foot on even the adults around her.

"I think I left some stuff in the supply closet. If you don't mind, could you give me a hand with it? Just think of it as payment for the show," she laughs a little at that, low and throaty in the back of her throat.

[goodlittlecatholic]

If Tsubasa were to hang around, she'd probably hear more, too. Little moans and gasps, sometimes with "senpai..." or "Tsubasa..." mixed into the bunch. Colleen has a pretty active imagination, and it's easy to imagine her and the upperclassman in one of the porn movies she likes to watch. It takes about ten more minutes until she's finished, orgasming with a little cry, muffled into the pillow she buries her face in.

She gets up to wash her hands and use the restroom before falling asleep, and notices the door is slightly ajar. Ah well, nobody heard her anyway, right?

Colleen doesn't think about it the rest of the night, until after classes when the tall upperclassman catches her walking back to the dorms. "Oh! Senpai!" she says, a little startled. She blushes, but only slightly, at that confident, attractive grin. There's no way that her senpai knows about the fantasies she has, she tells herself. "Of course I can come help you."

"...what show do you mean?" she asks, that part thoroughly confusing. Did she put on a performance recently? She doesn't think so.

[kendno]

Tsubasa didn't hang around for the whole affair - just long enough to make sure she really was hearing her name, and just long enough to think if there were any second or third years also named Tsubasa. Yes and no, respectively.

Colleen's cute when she smiles, too - she doesn't quite look Japanese, and it shows most in the tone of her skin, the shape of her eyes. One of those is emphasized by her blush, and the other is emphasized by the way her smile reaches her eyes.

It's attractive. She isn't blonde, and she's sure the girl's heard all the jokes about that fact, but she's still distinctly different from a lot of the girls around here.

"You've been watching me practice, right? You first-years are getting more and more into it," she shrugs as she leads Colleen over to the storage building - she'd called it a closet, but that had just been a joke about the layout of it. With all the sports clubs at this school, it was a decently sized building, but one with a bunch of doors leading to smaller rooms instead of one large room. The individual rooms were a bit bigger than a closet, but not nearly big enough to keep anything large. It was a pretty inconvenient setup.

"The kendo room's over here," Tsubasa points as they walk in, leading Colleen over. She lingers for a second, lets Colleen walk in ahead of her -

then walks in behind her. Shuts the door. There's the 'click' of the lock as Tsubasa uses her keys, and then the flickering of the dim lights above them when she flips the switch. "I got a show last night, too, so really, we're even," she grins again, tilts her head.

"'Ahhh, Tsubasa-senpai,' right?" She mimics, her tone teasing as she leans in, presses her hands to the wall on either side of Colleen's head, pinning her in place with her height.

[goodlittlecatholic]

"Haha, a little bit!" Colleen laughs, trying not to sound overly impressed by her very impressive senpai. "Um, a lot of girls in my class think you're really cool, and I really agree with them!" She keeps trying to sound like she's not incredibly attracted to Tsubasa, because that would be weird and the older girl would be horrified and she'd be kicked out and her family would disown her.

That's her theory, at any rate.

"I haven't been into the gym rooms, really..." she's part of a music club herself. "Are all of them this small... eh?" she makes a surprised noise when she hears the door lock behind her.

And then her back is to the wall and her much taller senpai is pinning her with hands on either side of her head. "S-senpai?!" she stammers, startled and confused. What on earth is going on?

It takes a second for her to realize just what Tsubasa is referring to by mimicking her voice, and Tsubasa can actually see the blush start from her neck and go all the way up until her face is bright red. No. No, there's no way. How on earth could she have...?

The door. The door was open. "Y-y-you heard?!" Colleen stammers. "I'm sorry! I-I was just... um, I don't usually..." but no, there's no recovery from that. If Tsubasa heard her saying that, there really can't be any misunderstanding.

[kendno]

"Hey, you don't have to apologize, Colleen-chan," Tsubasa reassures her. One of her hands pushes back off the wall, reaches down to stroke her underclassman's hair. It's cute and almost fluffy to the touch, and she lets her fingers run through it.

She grins again, tilts her head. "You have a really sexy voice, you know. Almost like you're moaning in English? Maybe that's a weird way to put it, but other girls don't moan like you do."

The implication, of course, is that Tsubasa has heard at least a few girls moaning. Slowly, her hand goes down from Colleen's hair to her hip, playing at her uniform skirt. The skirts at this school are longer than most, considering it's a Catholic school and all, but Tsubasa doesn't mind. It's kind of sexy, in a way. "How often do you do it? Thinking about me, I mean."

[goodlittlecatholic]

The fingertips lazily brushing through her hair make Colleen's breath catch in her throat as her face matches its color. This can't be happening. Tsubasa heard her masturbating... to her?!

The implication that she's heard other girls moaning goes over Colleen's head at the moment, because she can't think of anything but her horror at this whole situation.

No, it isn't just horror. There's something else. Being pinned against a wall like this is making her heart race... and her breaths come deeper. What's wrong with her? Is she getting... excited?

The gasp when Tsubasa plays with her skirt is definitely more than just surprised. "S-senpai, I don't... I'm sorry, if you're uncomfortable about it..." then again, she doesn't seem uncomfortable. "Um, m-maybe... once or twice a week?"

The truth is that she has a lot of porn she can rub one out to, Tsubasa just makes up most of her other fantasies.

[kendno]

"I'm not uncomfortable with it, cutie," Tsubasa sighs, fingers still playing at the edge of Colleen's skirt. She's going to have to be blunt about this, isn't she?

"I'm going to fuck you. Got it? And if you don't want me to, that's fine, but from how you were moaning last night I was under the impression that you really, really want me to fuck you."

Tsubasa's not just blunt, but crude - she puts emphasis on the word, fuck, each time she says it, hand slipping under Colleen's skirt to lift it up, fingers trailing across her thigh as she does. "And trust me, my fingers are way better than yours. That's a promise."

[goodlittlecatholic]

'Fuck.' That one word rings through Colleen's head, and she claps her hand to her mouth in shock, eyes wide as saucers. Tsubasa just said... she wants to...

She almost pinches herself to make sure this isn't one of the dreams she has that leave her uncomfortably aroused when she wakes up. Is she really going to lose her virginity like this?

There's something in how Tsubasa says it, too. She doesn't ask. She tells. Sure, there's always the possibility for Colleen to say no, but being ordered like that... a tiny little whimpered moan escapes Colleen's lips, muffled by the hand across her mouth.

She doesn't give Tsubasa a verbal reaction. Her words aren't working. The best she can manage is a shy nod.

[kendno]

Tsubasa's pushy, maybe even rude - especially in comparison to the image of a demure Catholic school girl - but she isn't awful. If she thought Colleen didn't't want this, she wouldn't be doing it.

Fortunately, it's very, very clear that Colleen wants this. So clear that Tsubasa's hands lift Colleen's skirt further up, exposing the pale, smooth skin of her upper thighs, greedily running across them.

She leans her head down, brushes her lips across Colleen's. It's a very far lean, to get them close enough to kiss, and she grins to try and ward off some of the discomfort.

"Good," she breathes against Colleen's lips, breaking the half-kiss almost as soon as it starts. "You've never been with anybody before, right? Guy or girl."

[goodlittlecatholic]

Colleen is nearly positive that this is just a very realistic erotic dream because it's come out of nowhere, but one thing is very true: She very, very, much wants this. She hasn't even been properly touched yet, but if Tsubasa were to reach down between her thighs she'd find that the crotch of her plain white cotton panties was already seriously wet.

Colleen's breath catches in her throat when lips touch hers, the lightest teasing semi-kiss possible. She swallows, licking her suddenly-dry lips.

She shakes her head, the tiniest nervous gesture. "No," she breathes. "Um, f-first kiss," she manages to squeak out.

[kendno]

"Cute," Tsubasa teases right back. Her fingers make that slow climb up Colleen's inner thigh, brushing against her...

Wow, she isn't even to Colleen's panties yet and she can feel the wetness, running down her leg just a tad. Tsubasa's grin only widens at that. She can feel herself getting aroused, at the prospect of having found a girl who actually wants to go this far.

"If I'd known that, I would have made it a better kiss. Something like..."

And this time, she properly presses her lips to Colleen's, not teasing at all but rough and forceful, tongue slipping into Colleen's mouth, pressing down on hers as they make out very, very heavily.

[goodlittlecatholic]

Colleen shivers when she feels fingertips on the inside of her thigh, fingertips that aren't hers or a doctor's. Someone's really touching her like this. She's about to lose her virginity and, as of ten minutes ago, had no idea it was about to happen.

Oh gods, Tsubasa can feel how wet she is. Honestly, Colleen can't even believe how wet she is herself. What's wrong with her? Maybe it's the domineering way this girl is treating her... because she can't think of any other explanation for why she suddenly just wants to fall to her knees and have her head petted.

"Mmmfff~" she mumbles into Tsubasa's mouth as she's kissed by force, letting that tongue into her mouth, trying to push against it with her own. She lamely reaches out to set her hands on Tsubasa's hips, because she doesn't know what else to do with them.