If awkwardness had a physical form, there wouldn't have been any room left in the tent for either of these two girls. Both of them were trying to pretend that Akane's kiss on Ukyo's lips didn't happen, that it was a figment of their imagination, and in the case of Ukyo that it didn't mean anything that she'd imagined Akane kissing her like that.
Akane, on the other hand, had accepted that she was into girls rather than guys. The only reason she was trying to pretend that hadn't actually happened was because, well, who knows what Ukyo might say about her if she did? All the rumours spread around school... How terrible! The things people would say about her.
Still. She did have to concede. Looking over her shoulder at the crossdressing chef, she was pretty. As in. Really pretty. It should be a crime to hide a figure like that. Pretending it didn't exist. If it was up to Akane, she'd unwrap those breasts like a birthday gift and play with them for the rest of the day like a new favourite toy. She'd squeeze them. She'd tease them. She'd lick those nipples until they stayed sensitive for the rest of her life.
Except that she couldn't do that! Oh, even thinking about it made her shudder. Marching right over there and squeezing those wonderful tits, telling her, "It's okay, you don't need to keep these from the world," and then giving her a proper kiss this time... Oooh, no! How mortifying! Keep it together. Just because you like girls now is no reason to go insane about it...
Meanwhile behind her, Ukyo had a bit of a different view on things. It didn't mean anything that she'd dreamed of Akane just up and kissing her out of nowhere. Right. It was just some weird daydream that came about because the girl was the main obstacle between Ukyo herself and Ranma, so of course she'd have freaky thoughts like that. She certainly wasn't attracted to her or anything. Why should she be? Just look at her!
Actually, looking at her just now it seemed like Akane was doing something weird with her shoulders. Almost like she was... Dancing or something. Her head turned and looked steamily at Ukyo. It felt like she might catch fire just standing where she was being looked at that way. Then, Akane turned back to face away from Ukyo, and flipped up the back of her jumper revealing just the slightest taste of her bare skin underneath before it was gone again, almost sunconsciously showing it off. Akane then stepped around and repeated the gesture, pulling the jumper up just a shade more while her hips shimmied from side to side while she turned around, until suddenly Ukyo found herself staring at Akane's cute little navel while her romantic rival performed a part striptease, part belly dance right in front of her.
Meanwhile, Akane's thoughts had turned around in much the same way she had done. How on earth was she going to sleep tonight? Aside from resting her head in the very fleshy and wonderful depths of that cleavage. Ooh, gosh! She'd have to do her best to keep her hands from wandering over that luscious body. Those fit legs, that kissable neck... How had this girl been able to pass so convincingly as a boy? There wasn't anything truly masculine about her!
Ukyo was being reminded right then of the times she'd catch the boys at her school leering obviously at a passing girl. It had seemed so rude and thoughtless at the time, and she'd only gone along with it to try and fit in. Trouble was. Right now. Akane had lifted her jumper full over her head and Ukyo was sitting on the ground staring up at a nicer pair of breasts than she was honestly expecting to see. The effect of this was not lessened any when Akane reached up to grip the bandanna she was wearing, tugging it up off her head in a way that made her thrust out her chest as if it was an open invitation.
"... Buh..." Ukyo intelligently said, or at least as intelligently as she could say much of anything right about then. It shouldn't have been possible for the act of removing a bandanna to be erotic, but somehow this tomboy chick had managed to find a way.
Of course if Akane was being perfectly honest with herself - and why not since she was suddenly so introspective - it wasn't even Ukyo she was interested in. It was Ranma. Or at least Ranma's super-cute girl form. Mmm! Better built, indeed! Better built than most girls Akane knew, come to it. Magic must be a really unfair advantage when it comes to sex appeal. There wasn't a single part of that redhead that Akane didn't want to spend eternity alternating between spreading honey all over, and then licking it right off.
And now, god help Ukyo, Akane was taking off her shorts. She was bending at the waist and sticking her butt right in Ukyo's face. By this time the chef was trembling a little. Look away. Just look away. That's all she had to do. Not stare at that ass. That magnificent ass. So fit. So shapely. Look at the way the muscles made it go <i>nnrg</i> as she peeled those shorts down, down, down her legs. Yes. Peeled. Like a banana. Or two bananas at once. Except what she was seeing seemed rather more delicious than the phallic yellow fruit.
Ukyo made a rather high-pitched whine, and didn't really stop to think for a moment about how strange it was that a girl like Akane would be wearing a g-string underneath a pair of shorts. For that much, we could easily blame a certain shard having that kind of effect. Not only on Akane's clothes, but her movements as well as making her ignore the nature of her underwear.
Speaking of which, now that Akane actually was in her underwear she leaned down and put her finger underneath Ukyo's slack jaw and used just that digit to guide Ukyo to her feet. The moment Ukyo had fully risen coincided with the very same moment that Akane's other hand snapped her bra and let it fall to the floor, so that her bare nipples were pressing up against the outer layer of Ukyo's uniform.
"So, what did you have for me to wear?" Akane asked, oblivious to the sapphic shine staring her right in the face, reflected in Ukyo's gaze. "I mean, if someone else were to come in here right now who knows what they might think."
"R-Right!" Ukyo yelped. "Ah! That would be pretty bad, wouldn't it!" She couldn't remember the last time she'd unbuttoned the front of her uniform so quickly, but she did so, and she thrust it right into Akane's waiting arms. "Here, just wear this!"
"Thank you," Akane said, absently sniffing it while peering at Ukyo right in the eyes. "Mmm...This should do nicely," Akane purred while slipping the uniform on, one sleeve at a time but not quite bothering to do up the front quite yet. "So. Do you want to go to sleep right away, or do you want to talk about, you know, girl stuff?"
- The two of them go to sleep right now, and both have very strange dreams.
- They stay up and talk about Ranma and their current situation. Cue lesbian subtext.
- Neither of them can hold back any longer and goes right for the sex.
- Suddenly an interruption!
- The next morning and Ukyo is trying to fight off her sexual curiosity with minimal success.
- Something else
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