[FFML] Point of View, Chapter Six [EVA.Lemon]

[Bolivar Shagnasty]

The Minute Waltz


Misato stood before the redhead in the bathroom.  She had stripped down to boxers, and Asuka had dropped her school uniform in her room before entering the bathroom.  The fire in Asuka's eyes burned brightly with determination, anger, and pride.  Misato slapped the egg timer on the sink.  "Alright, I'm going to start the two minutes at the first touch."

"Big words, little girl."

"Who's 'little?'"

Misato pointed at Asuka's breasts, still contained in her brassiere.  "Little."

"These kept you frustrated for many nights and you know it!"

"Prove it.  I've seen better."

Asuka scowled and hastily unlatched her bra before kneeling down.

Misato grinned.  "Not only are Misato's bigger, but she puts 'em on display."

"Slut..." Asuka muttered as she pulled Shinji's boxers down.

"Careful!" Misato yelped.  "If you rip it off, you lose!"

"I know what I'm doing!" she shouted back as she took the flesh in her hand.   It was slowly rising, but nowhere near at the rate the redhead expected.

The sound of the egg timer starting filled the bathroom.  "That counts as the first touch."

"Fair enough."  She stroked it gently a few times.  "Mein Gott!  Even with a vision of beauty like this kneeling before you, you can't get it up?"

"Well, you're hardly doing anything exciting."

"Oh?"  Asuka smiled nastily, then popped the tip into her mouth.

"Ack!  Watch the teeth!  Christ, does every beginner make that mistake?"

Asuka glared up at her partner, but obliged and minded her teeth.  Her motion, however was too fast, even more mechanical than Rei.  Misato carefully restrained the impulse to offer advice;  she wanted to humiliate Asuka tonight.

She looked down at the bobbing redhead and noted the girl did try a few tricks, probably overheard from fellow active students in class.   She was fondling Misato's balls, using her tongue, but Asuka's performance was definitely lacking.

Lacking or not, however, it was impossible for Misato to not enjoy the feel of a mouth wrapped around her cock.  And certainly, Asuka was giving it her all.

Misato glanced at the egg timer and noted time was almost up.  She grinned and switched the egg timer alarm off.  Asuka continued her attempt as the time counted down towards the deadline.   Soon, the timer passed '0', and the dial stopped moving.

Mere enthusiasm somewhat compensated for technique, and Misato leaned back to enjoy the performance.  Asuka had shifted her rhythm, and was attempting to take as much as possible into her mouth.  After nearly choking, she eased off a bit, and started using her hand in sync with the movement of her head.  Misato felt a now-familiar tightening in her loins, and grinned.  The longer she held back now, the larger the mouthful the redhead would have to choke back...

She was certain that Asuka could feel the organ in her mouth stiffen;  the girl's premature victory grin around her mouthful gave it away.  She kicked up the speed again.

After what seemed an eternity, Misato grinned even wider and knew it was time.  She reached down and caressed the back of Asuka's head, her hand firmly in place.   She wanted to make sure the redhead would get to enjoy every drop.

The pressure in her groin grew, then burst.  A groan of release escaped her, and she felt the liquid heat burst from her, filling Asuka's mouth.  Asuka's eyes widened, and she jerked back, but Misato's hand guaranteed a mouthful.

To her credit, she gulped it down, then leaned back in to catch the second wave.  This time, she took almost all of Misato's length, and Misato's final shots were straight into her throat.

Asuka swallowed the last mouthful, then glanced over to the egg timer.  Her eyes widened with horror.  "It stopped!  I didn't even hear the bell ring!"

"Actually, it stopped quite some time ago."

"Why didn't you say something?"

Misato shrugged.  "Well, you were kinda busy.  I didn't want to disturb you."

Asuka swallowed again, then scowled.  "You can be a real bastard sometimes."  She whirled, and reached for the door.

"Hold on."

Asuka turned back, still scowling.

"You forget something, Asuka?"  Misato grinned.  "This is a two part challenge."

Asuka sighed and settled back onto the tile floor.  "Okay, I may have lost, but you haven't won yet!" she challenged as she pulled her panties off.

 Misato caught Asuka's grin at this.  'Silly girl probably thinks I'll try to bang her like an amateur.  If she was facing the real Shinji, she would have won long ago, but the highschool rumor mill hasn't prepared her for me.'

Misato kneeled down before Asuka and softly pushed the redhead's thighs apart, noting the girl's resistance.  "Hey look, I trusted my dick in your mouth.  The least you can do is trust me with your box."

"Well, you've got one minor time limit...if Misato comes home before you're done, you'll have to default."

Misato grinned.  "Asuka...I doubt you'll last more than ten minutes."

"Stop smiling, you probably have no idea what's down--"  Asuka gasped, as Misato ran a finger down her mound, through her sparse pubic hair.  When she recovered her voice, she protested, "That was just unexpected!"

"Do you play with yourself at all?"  Misato deliberately made her voice light and converational.

"That's none of your--"  She gasped again.  This time, Misato had run her finger along the redhead's cleft, drifting across the top of her clitoral hood before breaking contact with flesh.

"Was that unexpected too?" Misato grinned.  "Next time I'll tell you when I'm doing it, how's that?"

"You won't catch me unprepared again.  It's just sensitive down there, that's all."

"Just down there?"  Misato shook her head.  "You've got no idea, do you?  The whole damn body is one big playground.  For example.  The spine."

She reached around the redhead's back, and stroked up the small of her back, from where her ass met the floor to the end of the curve.

"Aahh!" Asuka gasped, her back arching at the contact.  "You won't win."

"You sure about that?"  She grinned.  "The neck."

This time, her fingers traced the line of her throat.  Asuka seemed even more sensitive to such touches than Rei;  her head lifted of its own accord, and Misato could feel her trembling under the light touch.

"S...stop!"  Asuka protested.

"UOh, no.  Until Misato gets back, your ass is mine, remember?  
Speaking of which."  Her other hand reached down to caress Asuka's bottom, just above the floor.  "And on from there to the leg."  She traced the outside of the thigh, down to the knee."

Asuka hunched back on the floor, her voice became uneasy, tortured.  "How do you know these things?"

"Isn't it amazing, the information you can find on the Internet?  Oh, I'm still on the leg, aren't I?"  She traced a line with one finger, under the kneecap, then started up the inside of the thigh.  Asuka tensed under her hand, then almost sobbed when she veered off at the last moment, tracing the curve of the inner thigh around her center.

In frustration, Asuka's own hand reached down between her legs, only to be caught at the wrist.  "No, this is my show." Misato stated.  "No help from the audience please."

She looked down at the redhead's hand, turned it upwards, and gently kissed the palm.  Asuka whimpered, then cried out as Misato gently nipped the ball of the thumb with her teeth.

Misato looked up, feigned apology on her face.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I forgot to warn you."

She saw Asuka look up, eyes hazed over.  "What?" She whispered.

Asuka shook her head.  Misato pouted.  "Not yet?  All right.  The breast."

"No, I--"  Asuka's other arm gave way, as Misato caressed her breast, and she dropped prone on the floor.

"No?  Oh, you wanted me to bite you again?"  Misato leaned over the redhead, and seized a nipple gently in her teeth.

"Please, Shinji!" Asuka begged, crying, tears forming in the corner of her eyes.  "Please!  Touch me down there!"

"If I do, I'll win.  You know that, right?"

"I don't care!  Do it!"

Misato smiled mockingly.  "Your wish is my command."

She reached down, and gently caressed the girl's mound, one finger pressing in lightly on her cleft.  Asuka's juices flowed freely under the pressure, flooding the room with the aroma of her arousal.

"Mm, smells nice," Misato complimented as she pressed her fingers deeper.  Asuka hunched again against the floor, her back arching against the cold tile.

Misato slid one finger into her opening, but quickly encountered her barrier;  the girl was still closed.  She considered, then decided against taking that from her just yet.  Instead, she slid her thumb down, until the tip made contact with Asuka's clit.

The redhead trembled again, her voice let out another groan of pleasure.  "More!" she nearly screamed.

'This girl is on fire!'  Misato grinned;  she'd always expected that Asuka would be a wild lay, but it seemed that she'd underestimated her.  She withdrew her hand, causing Asuka to moan in complaint, then slid back a bit.  She leaned in, and gave the girl's cleft a gentle lick.

"M'Gott!"  Asuka shuddered under the contact.  Misato gently pulled her folds open, allowing her juices to drip down onto the tile floor, then licked again, her tongue this time probing into her depths.  Asuka's whole body shuddered against Misato's face.  

'This girl's about to explode.  Might as well bring her home.'

She shifted her thumbs, pushing Asuka's clitoral hood up and exposing the bud to the open air.  She lashed it with her tongue, and Asuka shuddered again.

She leaned into the action, increasing the pressure.  Asuka's hips bucked violently, and she grabbed Misato's head, her fingers wrapping themselves in her hair and pulling her in tighter.  She screamed, deafening in the enclosed space of the bathroom, and shuddered again, before releasing Misato.

She'd felt a bit cheated with Rei;  she didn't let up the pressure.  The girl shuddered again, less deeply but no less completely, and cried out a second time.

And then collapsed, drawing in sobbing gasps of air, her entire body seeming to have lost every bone.  Misato leaned back, and wiped juice from her face.

"Well.  The score seems to be Shinji two, Asuka zero."

Asuka could barely sit up.  "I'll.. get you for this," She said weakly.

"You're right.  You will.  Because I still haven't decided what I want for my prize."

Asuka could only answer with a groan, and lay back onto the tile.

Misato laughed.  "But for the moment.  We're both tired, sweaty, and sticky."  She turned, and gathered up the bath things.  "Just lie there.  I'll get a bucket of warm water."

"You..."  Asuka shook her head weakly.  "I don't think--"

"In the first place, after what we just did, sharing a bath doesn't add up to much. In the second, I don't think there's a whole lot you can do about it."

"Fine, but you better not let ANYONE know about this." Asuka threatened.  

"Well, that depends on what my prize will be, now won't it?"

A horrified expression crossed Asuka's face, and Misato chuckled.  "Don't worry.  I wouldn't do anything that mean."


***


The freeway stretched ahead of the car, and Shinji leaned back and enjoyed the drumming power of the flywheel.  He had charged up the capacitors before leaving NERV, and his instruments showed he had barely tapped that power.

He was taking the scenic route, revelling in the car's speed and handling.  This was a no-limits road for vehicles with a NERV plate, and he was taking shameless advantage of the fact.

He couldn't help but smile.  The freedom of the highways at night, and Misato's overblown toy, both for him to enjoy.

But high speeds make for short trips, even for a roundabout route.  He sighed in disappointment as his exit was signalled, and he let up on the accelerator, allowing the car to slow to merging speeds.  Practise with the vehicle was honing his skills;  he nailed the exit ramp at precisely the posted speed, dead center in his lane.

Just his luck, however, he hit a red light.   Curious, he glanced down at his adult form again, noting the clear outline of erect nipples against his white shirt.   'I bet that's why Misato got this car..' he thought.

The deep-throated roar of a conventional gasoline engine caught his attention, and he glanced out the window at a shiny red convertible sports car, pulling level with Misato's car.  The idiot in the other car was grinning like a fool at Shinji.

He looked at the sports car, but couldn't for the life of him place it's model or year.  'I wish Kensuke was here, he'd most likely know,' .   The idiot revved the engine again.

"Sweet ride, huh?" he shouts.

Shinji grinned.  "Too much noise, not enough speed."  He artlessly waved one finger down the road, a gesture known to every driver and every male on the planet.

The driver cocked an eyebrow.  "What do I get when I win?"

"I'll admit that your car doesn't suck!"  Truth be told, Shinji was certain he knew what the other driver wanted...but he tried hard not to think about it.

he driver glared.  "And a date," he added.

"Not a chance,"   Shinji narrowed his eyes and gripped the steering wheel, his focus on the traffic light.

The light turned green.

Shinji stomped the accelerator to the floor, and the little blue car bolted forward like a startled deer.  The red car spun its wheels, throwing up smoke and grit until they found purchase.  It certainly had power to burn, but its greater mass put it at a disadvantage to Misato's tiny car and its continuously-variable transmission.  But the power was proving its worth, as the car started to gain on him.

Shinji kept his foot glued to the accelerator, the red car looming in the rearview when finally he passed the set of white crosswalk lines and eased off.

The car drew level again, and the two cruised parallel until the next red.  The driver in the red car shook his head, grinning.  "Not bad, little lady."

"Your car still sucks."

He laughed.  "Yours has the get-up, mine has the go.  On a long run, you'd lose, and you know it."

"Not many long runs around here, now are there?"

"We'll have to meet on the freeway some time.  Buy you a drink?"

Shinji had a sudden flash of inspiration.  He pulled out Misato's NERV ID, and grinned.  "My other vehicle is a forty-meter-tall robot!"

The guy's eyes went wide in a stupor, not even realizing the light has changed.  Shinji pressed the accelerator and cruised on past.  He was still chuckling at the incident by the time he pulled in at home.  He climbed out of the car, making sure to lock the doors, and headed upstairs.

Misato's card unlocked the front door, and he walked into the hallway.  "I'm home!"

There was a loud splashing in the bathroom, and he heard Asuka's voice squeaking, "Misato!"

"No...I was getting kinda drowsy, but I haven't passed out yet."  Asuka's voice came from the furo room.  Shinji glanced around the outer bath, noticed her clothing in the hamper.

The toilet flushed, and Misato walked out of the toilet stall, shutting the door behind her.  Shinji frowned at her, and hissed, "Don't rub it raw!"

"I haven't yet, alright?" Misato countered, then yawned.  "I'm going to bed."

Shinji glanced at his old body's retreating back and then back towards the furo door.  "I'm going to join you, Asuka," he announced.

"Uh...sure."  He heard her voice drop, and mutter, "Stupid Japanese bathing together...no modesty..."

He couldn't help but grin a bit wider as he started to strip.  He half expected Misato to come charging back in, with strong words about not taking advantage of Asuka.  But it was a reflex;  he dismissed the thought.  More likely, she'd be cheering him on.

Now stripped, Shinji quickly gave his form a once over in the mirror and nodded in appreciation.  He slid the door open.

Asuka was doing her best to cover her nude form, while at the same time trying to be discreet about doing so.  The overall effect was rather comical.

"What? We're all girls here," he teased, closing the door behind him.  "Now come on, move over."

Asuka sighed, and shifted to make room for him.  He settled down beside her, and immediately felt better.  "Bathing is like life washing!"

"How did the tests go?"

"Well, I certainly hope Ritsuko found what she was looking for!"  No lie there.  "Did you and Shinji behave yourselves?"

Asuka blushed quite a bit, a combination of embarassment, her skin pigment, and the hot water.  "Yes."

"That's good!  You two should try to get along better."  Enlightened self interest.  "He's not at all a bad guy, you know."

"I know..." Asuka muttered.   

Shinji raised an eyebrow at this.  Asuka seemed different, as if she was cowed, or at the very least tamed.

Then the old Asuka returned, with a vengeance.  She glared up at Shinji, with such anger in her eyes that he was afraid she might have figured out who he was.

"I heard you and him talking earlier, you know."

Oh, hell.

"It's disgusting, an older woman like you and him..." 

Oh.  Thank God, she'd misinterpreted everything that she'd heard.  Still, he'd have to put some spin control on this.

"You just worried he'll leave you for me?"  He dialled for Misato's best teasing tone.

"No... I mean how pathetic is that?  Can't find anyone your own age range?"   

"Well, yes, probably about three per night."  He stretched.  "With all this, what man could say no?"  He laughed as her face purpled.  "But don't worry.  All that has ever happened between me and Shinji is some good-natured teasing."

"You really are shameless..." 

"If you have shame, you will have regret.  I'd rather have neither."

"Besides, I would have thought Japanese boys would rather prefer my supple form," Asuka stated confidently.  "No offense, but you are hardly 'petite'..."

Misato may or may not have been offended by that.  Shinji didn't really care either way.  But he grinned, and said, "That's the spirit.  You'll snare that boy yet!"

According to the script, this should have brought vehement denial from Asuka.  Instead, it brought...a blush?

Asuka slowly stood up.  "I'm going to lay down." she announced.

"Okay, fine.  But you're washing your own sheets!  Oh, nice ass!"

His German was not good enough to translate the string of invective she threw back at him, but he doubted it was complimentary.

Shinji settled back, alone in the furo.  All things considered, he felt happy.


***


Misato settled back onto Shinji's futon, eyes up at the ceiling, a grin on her lips.  "Now that's what I would call an educational day."  She made sure to note that while sex as a teenage boy lacked the overall sensory wham she's used to, it was still damn fun, especially with willing partners.  'Shinji seems to have warmed up on the situation as well.  About time, can't have him be my wet blanket.' she thought.

She glanced over to his nightstand, and grimaced.  What she wanted was a cigarette.  She only smoked after sex, and she'd gotten her rocks off entirely too many times today without the proper cool-down.

She wondered if she should stay up, just to make sure Shinji behaves tonight.  Then she remembered something she heard back in college.  Her grin growing wider, she exited Shinji's bedroom and entered the kitchen.   A quick inspection of the fridge and Misato found what she was looking for.   "I wonder if this is true," she questioned before taking the pineapple to the table. 

Shinji wandered out of the bathroom, a towel wrapped around him.  She raised an eyebrow.  "Why bother?"

"Gotta keep up the act, right?"  He lowered his voice.  "Asuka thinks we've been..."

"Ah, I see.  Wanna have a go at it?"   

"What?!  No no... no.  No."  

"Hey, the hardest rejection is always when you reject yourself."

"Look, Misato, the last thing I want--"

"'Shinji.'  If we gotta keep the act up, it had better stay up twenty-four-seven, even if we're certain it's only us."

"Okay.  Shinji.  The last thing I want to do is to cause you any more problems than this situation already has."

"That could go for you as well.  You took a while to get back home, even accounting for every strange test Ritsuko has in store."

"That doesn't count.  I was 'in character.'"  He added in a mumble, "Besides, I finally figured out why you like that car."

"Ahhh...hopefully you got off the freeway before needing a change in underpants.  I'd have to get my seats reconditioned."

He grinned.  "I was wearing a heavy skirt, remember?"

She snickered at that, then said in a more serious tone, "You've adjusted a bit better, I can tell.  But I want you to consider something:  You have a profound advantage right now."

"Aside from age and height?"

"Yes, even so."  She leaned forward.  "Right now, you have a mostly-functional female body.  Eventually, you're gonna become sexually active.  When you're a guy again, that is.  Wouldn't it be better to know that body...intimately?"

He leaned back, a mixed look on his face.  "With you, everything's about sex, isn't it?  And what's with everyone telling me to do it?"

"Everyone?"  She frowned.  "There's something you haven't filled me in on, isn't there?  Usually, people are telling me I do it too much."

"Just Ritsuko." he clarified.   "Besides, I have...just a little bit this morning."

"Thought I smelled something."  She grinned.  "Just remember, if it takes you less than a half an hour, you're doing it wrong."

"Wait, less?"

"Of course!"  She nodded.  "I understand for you males it's point and shoot, but for women...it takes a while to reach full power."

Shinji's eyes boggled at that.  "You mean, that wasn't full power?"

"Probably not.  I can't speak for most women, but with that body, you'll hit a couple of peaks on the way to the top."

"A *couple* of peaks?"

"They last longer, too."  Misato popped a chunk of pineapple into her mouth, and chewed.

"I'm not sure I'm ready for that..." Shinji confessed.

Misato swallowed, then said, "Experiment.  Take some time to play.  We'll be at school tomorrow morning, so you'll have that much time."  She slapped his arm playfully.  "And don't be afraid, I'm not gonna be pissed off with you about it!  It's my body that'll be enjoying the workout!"

"Oh great, now I know how you keep in shape."

"Gotta get my exercise somehow!"  

Misato picked up the plate of pineapple.  "I'm going on to bed.  Want me to wake you tomorrow morning?"

Shinji turned towards his new bedroom door.  "Nah, I think I'll be up pretty late.  Oh, and there's a pair of earplugs in the second drawer of my dresser."

"Why do you keep earplugs in your dresser?"

"For when *you* practise."


       
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