Darkstalker- Shinji: Mood builds and collapses again [Episode 124385]

Asuka moaned as she pushed Shinji's hand higher up her thigh, the small part of her mind trying to say "This is wrong." Totally eclipsed by the part of her mind screaming "This feels sooo good!"

Opening her eyes, she turned her head to look down toward Shinji. Moving her free hand to prop onto the bed beside his head, she leaned in close toward him. For a moment the controlled look on his face flickered with indecision. "Asuka?" he asked uncertainly.

His hand though, never left her thigh, never paused in it's incredible caress. Asuka looked Shinji in the eye a moment, then leaned in, her lips joining with his.

'OH MY GOD!!'Was as close as Asuka's mind could get to forming a coherent thought as the pleasure surged through her.

*Step, Step*

Shinji's eyes widened as he suddenly realized that the footsteps he heard were reverberating from the hallway and getting louder, like someone was approaching. His feeling of confidence fading, he yanked his hand away from Asuka's thigh, and then used it and his other hand to push her back from him.

Asuka blinked in confusion as the haze of pleasure blinked out of her mind. She looked down at Shinji, realizing that he had for some reason pushed her up and away from him. Then she heard the footsteps down the hall, and her eyes widened as she looked toward the door.

Her head snapped back, looking down at how she and Shinji were positioned, and she leaped to her feet, and almost tripped over one of the other cots moving away. "Ok! You're here and you're looking good Third Child!" She said, her eyes nervously darting around the room. "You should be OK, Wait for the nurse while I go back to class." She said as she half backed to the door.

"Um, I'm feeling a lot better. . ." Shinji began, pushing himself into a sitting position.

"Stay! Lay Down!" Asuka called, pivoted and ran through the door. A second later her head leaned back through the doorframe. "STAY!!"

Standing in the hall, Asuka looked at the teacher who had just walked past her without so much as a curious glance. 'Ok, back to class. Turn right and go back to class. . .' She stood there unmoving for a few moments. Then she pivoted to the left and strode briskly down the hall. "Bathroom, Bathroom." She muttered to herself.

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Gendo glanced at his watch. 'She should be here in five minutes.' He estimated. Looking at his desk he typed in a few commands and brought up his personal file for Ritsuko. He casually scrolled past the shorthand he'd invented in his High School and College days to record the best ways to turn on and get off all of his regulars. Scrolling to the bottom of the list, he briefly scrolled back upward, taking a quick inventory.

"Let's see, she hasn't changed her hair or nails. . . The last three times she wore a low cut powder blue bra with a flower pattern, her panties matched the bra and she also had a white garter belt holding up her stockings." Gendo nodded to himself, his mind cataloging the appropriate responses in case Ritsuko decided to try wearing something different this time.

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In the stall in the girl's bathroom, Asuka leaned against the divider, one hand jamming her shirt into her mouth. Her other hand was under her skirt, vigorously fingering her soaked pussy. Her other hand dropped from her mouth, to caress her breast through her bra. "Shinji." She incomprehensibly moaned through her shirt.