Can you forgive me? (Futa/Male)

Story by Klartnok

Yay! I managed to write another story. I had been wanting to do to that for a while now. But finally got my act together and sat down and just started with the first thoughts that came to mind. And then this came to fruition. My little child of sexy neurons firing in my brain. ;)

I started this as a contender for the writer challenge. Buuuuuut, then I got carried away and the story grew a life on its own. Now it's a bit more than the limit so I'll be sharing it already. Hoping it will be liked nevertheless. ;)

My stories are tending to be a bit more romantic lately. Well, especially the start of them. I wonder if I'm trying to tell myself something.

There's sex in it though. But you have to patient or just skip to the end. :p

I've tried something new with constantly changing perspective. Hope it won't confuse too much. Let me know if it should more easily state when the perspective changes.

No mercy was given as Cammy pressed on with her attacks on the always grinning Ken Masters. He was finally backed up against the corner and she would let him get away. She didn’t had much to go on – but neither did he. If only she could get one good attack in, just one.

There, an opening, she finally had him! She dived in with her kick only to immediately the bait and her mistake.

A fiery uppercut slammed into her, throwing her back and onto the ground. She was done.

“KO! Ken Win!”

“Arrrrgghhh…again! I’ll get you this time.” Mina growled.

Marcus snickered and was promptly rewarded with a shoulder punch.

“One more and I’ll be the winner. Then I’ll get my prize, Mina.” Marcus smirked at Mina, who at least had the courtesy to blush slightly. But then shot a defiant look back.

“But I’ll win, Marcus. I’ll be the winner and I’ll be the one getting my prize.” She blushed again ever so slightly. But also had a mischievous smile on her lips.

Friends forever!

Many believed Mina and Marcus for brother and sisters. They were not – but they themselves could not remember a time before they had been friends. In the 18 years spent together not many days have been spent without some sort of contact between the two.

Mina came from a rich family, never one to lack anything she wanted if she pointed at it. But she was never one to point at something and demand it. She believed in working for what you wanted as Marcus her best friend had to do just that.

She was tall, long legs that spoke of martial arts training and a slim but well-shaped figure. Not top heavy but she liked her small firm breasts. They always looked good in a dress.

Well, the few times she did wear a dress. Mostly she was interested in sports, especially soccer. Her long powerful legs had an easy time hammering the ball into the net. And Marcus played it too.

She and Marcus had always liked the same things. Or grown into liking them. What the one suddenly found interesting the other also would, eventually with some coxing. And mostly to spend time with each other.

But lately, she had been missing Marcus. Even after having spent a whole day with him. And after hugging goodbye she felt very lonely. And it was getting hard to let go of the hug. She had an inkling of what she was feeling. But she didn’t want to. This friendship was too precious to be ruined by whatever stupid feelings she was getting. The thought of actually loosing Marcus was enough to bring tears to her eyes. And she didn’t know if it was because of the friendship or that he might say no to her. And that she hated even more. She felt like she was not only loosing Marcus but also losing her sanity.

After one such day, where she had to snap out of her delirium as she hugged him goodbye, she went to her parents’ house to shoot some ball. They had constructed a field of grass just for her. With a big brick wall at the end.

Having changed into shorts and a soccer-shirt, it felt good to just focus on the ball. Hitting it just right so it curved ever so slightly into the wall and bounced back, then running towards it and throwing herself after it before it could hit the ground. After half of hour with that she stayed down on the grass after one tricky catch, panting after all the exercise. She clutched the ball and just took some deep breathes, her sight running just above the line of the green grass towards the wall. Her breaths producing small white puffs in the evening air. The smell of grass always made her feel at ease. There was something truly mystical about it and she lay there, taking it in and getting her breath back.

But it didn’t take long for her mind to wander back to the source of her problem. Why did it suddenly feel so good when their bodies touched? Why couldn’t she just be satisfied with a hug? Why did she yearn for him so? She thought of hugging him again. Breathing in his smell. Just being near him again and…

And what? Her eyes blinked open. And what? And…kis

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