Rinoa's Education

Thunder Tornado

Rinoa waited in the hallway of the second floor, her arms crossed over her thoughts as she stared at nothing. Next to her, Angelo wiggled around, trying to scratch his back against the sure-textured floors.
There was a tone and Rinoa looked up to see the light over the classroom go silent. The door slid open and the students began to slowly file out. Rinoa fought her way through the crowd, leaving Angelo outside to bask in the attention showered on him by the younger students.
She stepped inside to find the classroom still half-full, while Quistis sat at her desk, filing away programs on her computer terminal. Rinoa waited at the edge of the desk until Quistis looked up at her. “Hey,” She said with a surprised expression. “What are you up to?”
“I have a favor to ask,” Rinoa said with a hint of nervousness. She stepped behind the desk, her voice carefully soft. “I’m looking for a female student I met yesterday.”
“Oh really?” Quistis asked. “What’s her name?”
“I wasn’t able to catch it,” Rinoa said, biting her lip in embarrassment.
Quistis pondered for a moment. “Where did you meet her?”
Rinoa shifted uncomfortably. “In, um, in Fujin’s room.”
A knowing look spread over Quistis’ eyes. “Ohhhhh,” She said with playful delight. “I see.” She turned back to the computer. “Let me guess. Red hair down to her waist, kind of pale, shockingly expressive green eyes.”
“That’s here,” Rinoa said, her cheeks beginning to burn a bit.
“Why do you want to see her again?” Quistis said coyly, still attending to matters on her console.
“I just wanted to talk to her,” Rinoa said innocently.
Quistis smiled. She stepped over to Rinoa, coming within just a few inches to the girl. “Perhaps you misunderstood me,” Quistis whispered. “Shall I grab your hair and force you to bend over my desk and ‘toy’ with you until you scream out her name in orgasmic delight?”
Rinoa suddenly realized she was holding her breath. She fought to release it calmly, her entire face red. “Well,” She whispered. “When you put it like that . . .”
“That’s what I thought,” Quistis charged.
“I wanted to . . . spend time with her,” Rinoa followed up.
“Try again,” Quistis defied.
“Is it so hard to believe that my primary interest is just in getting to know the girl?” Rinoa challenged.
“No,” Quistis said back simply. “But it just isn’t interesting.”
“Fine,” Rinoa pouted with ragged breath. “I want to sleep with her. Is that what you want to hear?”
“No, I want to hear details, but that will do,” Quistis said coyly. She turned to the crowd. “Lauren,” She called to the far left side of the classroom. “Could you come up her please?”
Rinoa turned and watched as a young woman stood up from her desk, wearing an advanced student’s uniform. The same woman from Fujin’s room, she walked briskly up to the desk, struggling to keep from looking at Rinoa.
“Lauren,” Quistis said. “This is Rinoa. She’s part of the senior staff of Balamb Garden and of SeeD. She wants to have a few words with you in private.”
“My test . . .” Lauren started.
“Is completed,” Quistis finished, making Lauren stiffen up. “You’ve been sitting there since Rinoa came in, doing nothing but pretend to stare at your desk. Now shoo.” She flicked the two of them away with her hands. Rinoa looked uncomfortably at Lauren, then smiled. She led her out of the room and into the hallway.
Waiting for the two of them was Angelo, lying on his back, as three younger students took turns scratching his belly. “Angelo,” Rinoa called to him. The dog looked at her, stopping his panting instantly, but he didn’t move. “Come on,” She called. But Angelo stayed on his back, basking in the attention. “Traitor,” She accused before turning back to Lauren. “Hi,” She began uncomfortably.
“Hi,” Lauren answered back, just as uncomfortable.
“So,” Rinoa said, trying to find her way through the words. “Where are you from?”
“Winhill,” Lauren answered quickly. “I was at Galbadia Garden before everything began.
“Winhill,” Rinoa repeated with some delight. “I’m from Deling City.”
“I know,” Lauren said. “I know all about you.”
“Really?” Rinoa grinned nervously. “Well then, perhaps we should even things up. I’d like to know a few things about you.”

The door to Rinoa’s room slid open and Lauren stepped in first. She looked around at the warm and inviting room and smiled. She turned around as the door slid closed beyond Rinoa, leaving them alone in the room with an awkward silence between them.
“What about your dog?” Lauren asked after a moment.
“He knows his way around,” Rinoa answered confidently. “When he’s ready to come home, he will. And he knows where he’s allowed and where he’s not.”
“I see,” Lauren said. She looked around again at Rinoa’s room, trying to get more comfortable. “Your rooms are nicer. I still have to share a room with another student. Neither of us are SeeD candidates, so we’re kind of stuck together.”
“What’s your roommate like?” Rinoa asked, taking a step forward from the door.
“Straight,” Lauren said with a nervous laugh. She took a breath to try and slow her breathing. “I’ve never done anything like this before, but I’ve . . .”
“Like what?” Rinoa asked.
“Be with a girl,” Lauren said. “Fujin started teaching me about three months ago, but she’s only had me do stuff with Alister and Camden. The only time she’s let me touch her was when she had that . . . you know, on.”
“So you’ve never . . . even kissed her?” Rinoa said, drawing carefully closer to her. Lauren shook her head, her eyes wide. “That’s a pity,” She said, just before leaning in. Their lips met gently, both delicately sliding into the kiss. Rinoa reached down to Lauren’s hand, their fingertips touching. Sliding up, their hands rose with each other as if moving along a pane of glass.
Finally, Rinoa opened her eyes, watching Lauren open hers as well. “Are you okay?” Rinoa asked. Lauren nodded contentedly, her breath still caught in her chest. “Do you want more?”
“Oh god, yes,” She whispered desperately.
Rinoa interlaced her fingers with Lauren and drew her in. Sliding her hand up Lauren’s back, she pulled the girl up against her, their chests heaving as one as their lips met again, this time with a more passionate connection.

Rinoa and Lauren walked hand in hand down the hallway of the dormitories. Their fingers slid together, neither said a word as they strolled with smiles on their faces. Lauren looked up, a warm look in her eyes as she glanced at Rinoa through her shower-strewn hair. Rinoa returned the look, then stopped.
The two turned to face each other in the middle of the empty hall. Rinoa stroked Lauren’s cheek with her fingers, staring into the girl’s brilliant green eyes. “Thanks,” The girl said. “I was kind of afraid my first time, with a girl, was gonna be really rough.” She rolled into Rinoa’s fingers like a cat, craving the touch. “But you weren’t.”
Rinoa smiled. “This is my stop,” she said with half a laugh. But then she leaned down and kissed Lauren on the lips. The kiss lingered for a moment, the passion between them not slowing in the slightest. But finally, it was Rinoa who pulled away, keeping Lauren’s lower lip in her mouth as long as she could. “Will I see you tomorrow?” She asked.
“As often as you like,” The girl answered back. But she stepped away from Rinoa, clinging to her fingers. When they finally parted, Lauren turned and started down the hall. She made it a few doors, then half-hopped to turn around, glancing at Rinoa. Rinoa smiled at her, waving slightly. Lauren waved back, then turned and kept walking.
Rinoa turned to the doorway next to her and sighed. “This is either going to be really good,” She mumbled. She stepped up to the door and knocked.
The door immediately slid open to the sound of blaring music at a breakneck speed and a giant black man standing over her. Raijin stared down at Rinoa, then suddenly smiled. “I’ve been waiting for you, you know?” He said. He stepped inside, already taking off his red vest and throwing it onto the cluttered bed.
Rinoa followed him inside, glancing down at the various piles of fitness magazines and radio magazines. She reached down to one magazine, confused. “Voices of Galbadia?” She asked to Raijin.
“Yeah,” He said, trying to sound defiant to cover up his embarrassment. “I want to do voice-overs, you know? Like for commercials, you know?”
“Huh-huh,” Rinoa said, putting the magazine down, subtly trying to scrutinize Raijin. Almost a foot and a half taller than her, the broad-shouldered man was made of well-formed and smooth muscle. Rinoa immediately found herself comparing him in her mind to Zell’s iron-hard but compact body.
Raijin turned the stereo built into his wall down, then rolled his shoulders and his head. “Alright, let’s get this started, you know.”
“Yeah,” Rinoa said apprehensively. “Um . . .”
“So what I want you to do, you know,” He said adamantly. “Is I want you to . . .” He glanced down at his chest, vaguely in the area of his nipple. “Is, you know, there. You know.”
Rinoa glanced at his chest, lost. “What?” She asked.
“I want you to . . .” He pointed at his chest, an emphatic look on his face. “You know. So come on.”
Rinoa finally connected it in her mind, having some trouble processing everything. She finally sighed. Stepping over the piles of magazines, Rinoa approached Raijin. She barely had to bend down at all as she neared his chest. She closed her eyes and stretched out her tongue, gently teasing Raijin’s nipple. Almost immediately, his nipple grew gigantic, making Rinoa draw back. She glanced up at Raijin, but he was staring in the mirror, flexing his arms.
Rinoa closed her eyes and kept working. She began to work around his larger nipple, using the broad of her tongue, followed by her tip. She attended to his left nipple, then his right, working between them.
“Do it like Fujin does,” Raijin said, focusing on his flexing.
Rinoa looked up at Raijin, trying to tell if he was serious. “What?” she asked.
“Like Fujin does, you know?” He said, dropping his big arms.
“No, I don’t,” Rinoa said. “How does she do it?”
“You know, like, like, Fujin!” He said defiantly.
“Raijin, I’ll do whatever she does,” Rinoa said with almost a laugh. “But I need you tell me what she does.”
“Look, you know, forget it,” he said. He positioned Rinoa around to lean on his desk, directly across from his bed. “Alright, you know,” He said, pushing Rinoa’s coat up. “You not ready for this,” he said arrogantly, undoing his pants. Rinoa tried her best to keep from rolling her eyes. “That’s right, you know,” he insisted. He started to pull on her pants, having trouble yanking them down. Rinoa resisted the urge to summon Ifrit and slid her hips together, making it easy for Raijin to expose her.
“Yeah,” he said with a juvenile growl. He grabbed Rinoa’s hips and stared at himself in the mirror. “You’re not ready. You are not ready, you know?” He looked down to see what he was doing, making Rinoa close her eyes, hoping.
Something wet splattered against the back of Rinoa’s legs.
Her eyes opened and she looked into the mirror. Raijin was staring down, a horrified look on his face. He glanced at Rinoa in the mirror, then suddenly got his cocky smile back. “Hey, you know,” He said. “You’re so not ready, I’m, I’m, I’m not even gonna make you, make you have to, to, you know.” He quickly pulled up his pants and turned away. “So why don’t you, you know, get lost or something,” He said as he turned the music back up.
Rinoa stood up from the desk and reached down to the back of her legs. She felt something slowly dripping down her legs. She touched it with her fingertips while Raijin picked up a magazine and pretended to read it. When Rinoa looked at her hand, she saw a small dot of white goop covering her fingertips. She froze still, trying her best to keep from laughing. A small scoff escaped and Raijin whirled around at her.
“What’s so funny, you know!” He bellowed.
“Nothing,” Rinoa said as authentically as she could, pulling her pants back up from around her knees. She struggled to keep from laughing, not even bothering to adjust her clothes until she rushed through the door.

Out on the deck of the Balamb Garden, Rinoa could see down to the ground far below. She could see the ridges of the docking bay that kept the otherwise mobile Garden attached to the plot. Looking out at the auburn sky, she heard the birds flutter in the distance.
She looked to the horizon, watching the sunlight disappear on the horizon behind the mountains. She smiled bitter sweetly, her thoughts turning to Squally. She lingered on her memories with a smile, but then turned around. She looked at the large patio around her, considering it’s size. She glanced up at Balamb above her, trying to make sure once again there was no clear vantage point to see her.
Satisfied, Rinoa closed her eyes and held her hands up to her chest. She took a deep breath, then held her hands out. “Pandemona!”
With a wave of magic and wind, she heard a loud thump. She looked up to see the giant purple monstrosity land on the other side of the patio. Almost twice her size, the giant oddity’s huge elephant-like feet nearly covered the patio. Rinoa looked up at Pandemona with hesitancy.
But the giant thing lowered down to her, it’s three mouths on its shoulder opening. Rinoa opened her eyes in fear, but it was too late. The suction of air yanked Rinoa off her feet and pulled her sailing towards Pandemona.
She slid inside the giant beast, finding herself in a purple-hued darkness. She glanced around at the nothing, feeling weightless as she floated. But there was a loud trumpet call and she felt the pressure in her prison change.
“Hello?” She called fearfully.
But then she felt a shift in the air pressure as she felt a power build up beneath her. She looked down, unable to see anything, but able to perceive the air. A warm gust of sweet air shot up around her, blowing her hair and her jacket up. But as the wind skated up her body, she moaned with delight as the smooth wind swept through her clothes, searching its way into her most private of places.
Another wind circle up, this one spinning at an angle. The subtle change in sensation made Rinoa moan again as the gentle breeze swept erotically across her skin.
Another burst of wind came, grazing her skin with a gentle message to warm her emotions. But a second burst came straight up through her, sliding like a tendril up the front of her thighs. Rinoa gasped as the wind stretched across her sensitivity, enveloping it from every side and angle, teasing it with the joyous, silken touch.
She began to feel light-headed as more of the wind came. As the powerful gust continued to blast up at her from below, she felt more of the harder gusts of air like solid tendrils snaking their way across her body.
She felt two gusts of air rush against each of her breasts, constantly hemming and hawing against her. One tendril would push her, then pull her, while the other would focus on pressing against her nipple, then sucking at it. Then they would both push and pull against each other, creating a powerful pressure against her most tender spot.
Two tendrils snaked up between her legs, attending to her at once. Masking each side, enveloping her, then targeting the most exacting spot on her body, she moaned and screamed to the purple darkness.
But more tendrils came. A new tendril swept up between the two at her thighs. He began to push against the very apex of her legs, blowing her apart and managing to get inside her. The gust of almost-solid hot air swept within her body, fully exposing the solitary spot within her. Rinoa moaned with delight, her screams of excess joy drowned out by the wind shooting up over her entire body.
The tendrils wrapped and slithered across her body, shifting and switching at will. One moment, a hard, proud tendril would be lapping against her breast. The next moment, it would be gentle breeze, barely noticeable, exacting whimpers of anticipation against her as it brushed against her skin with the feminine precision of a feather.
Between her legs, a tornado of emotions made Rinoa beckon to the stars. Each motion made her climax more intensely while the unyielding barrage of the wind only excited her more, blustering into her and rushing over her.
In the darkness, Rinoa hung in eternity, brushed and rushed by the wind, constantly bombarded with the never-ending cascading of delight and boundless, endless rapture.