Yuka's life had been uprooted. Her father was unexpectedly offered a new position which required the family to move from their comfortable place in a mid-sized town in which she had grown up to the big city. It was hard, saying goodbye to all of her friends and social connections so close to graduation. When she had a spare moment in between unpacking her things into the new home, all she could manage was staring at her ceiling, drifting on a tide of depression at what she had lost and the dread of having to present herself as a newcomer in front of a class that had the years of cohesion that only came from attending together from a young age. The day arrived and she made her introductions, expecting to be isolated and left alone to muddle through on her own. There were so many more people in the city, a sea of humanity. How could she possibly forge a connection to another person?
To her pleasant surprise, the girls in her class were unexpectedly warm and inviting, huddling around her like she was an old friend they hadn't seen for ages. They took turns introducing themselves to her, and after some initial confusion over who everyone else was, she found herself surrounded by friendly faces. Yuka felt instantly welcome, and greatly relieved to have a circle to move in, instead of being alienated by impenetrable cliques. It was still hard to go on without her old friends, but the warmth and comfort of this new group gave her a sense of belonging that helped ease the transition.
A few weeks into the schoolyear, she found a note left on her desk telling her to come to an alley behind the school later on after club business was taken care of. Yuka wondered who could possibly want to meet her there, and debated whether to even go, but curiosity won out, and besides, it would be impolite to leave whoever it was expecting her. She tried not to look too nervous as she approached the secluded alley to the sound of distant cicadas echoing off the buildings, the sunset low in the sky casting an orange glow over everything.
Waiting for her was none other than the class rep, Mari Uruma, who smiled as she saw her, a smile which didn't reach her eyes. Why had she called her here? Although they hung around in the same groups of girls and Uruma was often present in the social outings Yuka had been invited to– shopping trips and a handful of other gatherings –Yuka realized they'd never shared as much as two words between them. She had certainly never been alone with her before. Yuka noticed that Uruma's eyes were slightly inflamed, and her makeup recently redone. Had Uruma been crying?
"You wanted to see me?" Yuka said sheepishly.
"Yuka, that's your name isn't it?" she said, taking the other girl off balance with the rude form of address. Yuka felt uncomfortable and unsure of what to do. She began to speak, but the look on Uruma's face made her stop in her tracks. It was cold, cruel, and mocking, her gaze smoldering with hostility, and her words dripped with venomous disdainful sarcasm.
Yuka took a step backwards, "I'm sorry. I'm not sure what this is about…" she said before she felt the sharp sting of Uruma's hand slapping her hard across the cheek.
"Don't play dumb and innocent. We both know exactly what you're doing."
Yuka put a hand to her reddening face, "I really don't-" All of the air rushed out of her as Uruma shoved her to the pavement.
Uruma's sneer narrowed, she was practically trembling with rage. "You bitch! I worked hard. So, so hard to get where I am. To make those friends. You think you can just waltz in and take everything away from me? I've got to put you in your place."
From her low vantage point, splayed and scuffed by the fall, Yuka could just barely see the hint of Uruma's white underwear under her pleated skirt, and the outline of the bulging shape within. Uruma saw her comprehension, her smile turning almost predatory as she began to undo her skirt, and then pulled the panties down, exposing a semi-erect shaft contrasting with her otherwise very feminine body, directly above her vulva.
"You… you have both?"
"That's right," Uruma said as she gave herself a few strokes, the organ twitching and pulsating as it rose to full erection, swaying as Uruma took steps towards the stunned Sakurada. "I'm a freak. Hope you enjoyed looking because you're going to taste it, slut. If you get any ideas or use your teeth, you'll regret it."