On Humiliation and Discovery

Ah… Time alone. Yuna leaned back against her bed, putting her hands behind her head. Oh, she loved Rikku and Paine, loved them to death, but there are some things that a girl wants to do… alone. And, well, she’d been… on edge, all day. Maybe it was going around in the Berserker dress-sphere. When the Berserker saw something it wanted, it reacted. So, in Berserker, if Yuna thought about, say, the way Tidus‘ muscles moved under his weird barely there shirt, the end result was arousal to the point of… spots. In… inconvenient places. Last time, she had used the excuse of skink blood, but Rikku had still given her a knowing look. Then again, you never knew with Rikku. But that didn’t matter. What mattered was that now Yuna was all by her lonesome, in her default gunner outfit (no unwieldy paws or horns) and a chance to… take the edge off. As it were.

Yuna… didn’t exactly have much in the way of experience in this type of thing. When she was with Tidus, they’d had sex a few times. It hadn’t been like what she heard girls at the village whisper about, but it had been nice. Warm and, well, wet, but pleasant, in it’s own way. A few times, there had been… flashes, of stuff, but nothing earth shattering. But she had discovered that if she did certain things with her hand, or her pillow, or even the seam of her pants, she could relieve the pressure. And she knew Rikku got up to that stuff, because she remembered Paine’s comments about hairy palms. Well, if Rikku could do it, then Yuna could do it, right?

Yuna closed her eyes. She first had to be in the right… frame of mind. So what to think of? She shivered, remembering kissing Tidus. That had been wonderful, a rush of heat and sweetness. Whenever she remembered that, it felt like something in the middle of her belly tightened in a way she couldn’t pinpoint exactly. She could try to replicate the feeling, though. So she closed her eyes and put both hands on her belly, remembering the way Tidus used to do that, when they kissed. One time, he (gently, oh-so0-gently) pushed her onto her back and sat between her legs, his hands flat on her belly.

Yuna shuddered, then peeked one eye open to look down her body. Well, um… It seemed her body remembered the experience, because it was reacting the same way. The skin on her breasts was too tight, all goose bumped, while her nipples seemed to be standing at attention under her top. She remembered that, too. Tidus had liked that, although he had been a bit rough with her breasts. Cautiously, she cupped her own breast, pressing her thumb against the tight nub. Oh. That was… Kind of lackluster actually. She tried pinching it, the way Tidus had done once, and shivered at the little pinprick of pleasure that went through her.

She stayed like that for a while, stroking and pinching and kneading at her breasts the way she remembered Tidus had done. The tightening in her belly seemed to get stronger and stronger, until she had to fight the urge to kick her legs out and rock her hips against… something. Instead, she slid her hand down between her legs, pressing down through her shorts at a place she remembered Tidus looking for with increasing desperation. She had to smile at that. She remembered him mumbling that Wakka had told him about it, the magic button, and then the two of them had looked at each other and burst out laughing. She ended up doing the searching herself, finding it quite by accident whilst riding a chocobo. Through trial and error, she had discovered that if she pressed like so resulted in shockwaves through her whole body, shiver-shuddery good feelings.

She had to bite back her groan as she felt the “magic button” (and she was really going to ask Rikku what the damn thing was actually called, because that couldn’t be right) under the seam of her pants. It was a bit of a shock when she realized that there was another wet spot on her shorts. Maybe that was a sign not to do it through the shorts, but in them. Her hand shook a bit as she unzipped her fly and slid her hand down to feel herself through her panties. The small bow in front was faintly ticklish against her hand.

Yuna closed her eyes again, stuffing one hand in her mouth to keep from making too much noise. Her other hand kneaded and pressed her more… private bits. It was silly, how bashful she was about the whole process, but, well, she’d been raised pretty chastely (this despite Lulu running around in… that outfit) and while she wasn’t shy about her body, as such, but, well, this was a slightly embarrassing thing to be doing. Her cheeks turned pinker as she remembered the time that Tidus had actually asked her to do… this, in front of him. They had both been so flustered about it that they ended up going back to camp and not meeting each other’s eye for a few hours. Yuna suspected that Rikku had figured something out, because she had kept looking from one of them to the other, then snickering. But there wasn’t anyone to see her here, so it was okay, as long as she kept quiet because otherwise the Barkeep might hear her, and that would be really embarrassing.

Yuna moaned quietly around her hand as she slid her hand into the side of her panties, feeling the wetness and the slightly wiry hairs under her fingers. She had to admit, she did kinda like this part of her body, although she didn’t exactly like to talk about it. But it felt nice, stroking and rubbing and… Yuna took a deep breath, feeling herself get looser and wetter every time she stroked something like so or recalled a nice memory. Maybe… she could try penetrating herself? It had felt nice when Tidus did that, after all. Gingerly, she felt along to the spot where she thought she could actually get… in. With a groan, she slid her finger in, fighting the urge to arch her back and rock her hips.

Yuna moaned again, a bit louder, and began to slide her finger in and out, in and out, just like Tidus had. She felt the pressure building and building, she was close, so close….

“Doctor P, don’t worry about it, Yunie is…” Rikku stopped at the stairs to the loft and just stared.

Yuna squawked and yanked her hand free, trying to sit up and buckle her pants up at the same time. “Rikku, it, um, isn’t what it…” She trailed off, noticing Rikku’s bare throat and generally disheveled appearance. There seemed to be a few kiss marks on her neck as well.

“Rikku, what’s going…” Paine stopped behind Rikku, holding the Al Bhed’s scarf in one hand.

Yuna swallowed, trying to discreetly cover the wet spot in her pants and failing miserably.

“Sorry, Yunie, we, uh, thought this room was empty,” Rikku said, turning pink.

Yuna eyed Rikku, then looked at Paine. The usually impeccably put together warrior was looking a bit ruffled as well, and she was holding Rikku’s scarf… “Where you two planning on…” She blurted out, before she could stop herself. But why not? Her embarrassment couldn’t get much more complete, could it.

Paine cleared her throat. She handed Rikku her scarf, then walked off, clearly ignoring the kiss marks on her own neck, and the fact that the straps usually so well kept had obviously been… fiddled with.

Rikku shot Yuna an embarrassed look, then went after Paine. “Wait, Paine, please don’t be…” Her voice faded as the two left the room.

Yuna groaned and covered her eyes with her wet musky hand. So not only did her two best friends catch her masturbating. Oh no. They had to walk in on her masturbating while planning their own little tryst. How the heck was Yuna supposed to respond to that? With another, louder groan, she sat up. Time to face the music. First order of business being to find Rikku and Paine and try to… detangle the whole situation. She was alright with them dating, she wished them happiness. She just wanted to make sure that they knew this. She paused as she sat up. Scratch that; first order of business was to find a clean pair of panties and a new pair of shorts.