Kasumi woke up in an unfamiliar situation. Her cheek was resting on Ranma’s shoulder, giving her a view of the red-head’s slender neck and the proud mounds on her chest. Ranma had one arm wrapped around her waist and their legs were tangled together, making pulling away a bit tricky.
Ranma’s grip on her was gentle, but pulling away was like fighting quicksand as Ranma gently pulled her closer in return. Before she really realized what was happening, Kasumi found herself on the other side of the sleeping red-head and even further from getting out of bed.
“Mhmm, good morning.”
Breasts pressed together, Kasumi realized she’d woken her bedmate up. “Good morning Ranma-kun. If you would let me up, you can go back to sleep.”
Mischief twinkled in Ranma’s eyes. “Oh? And if I don’t let you up?”
The question left the older girl a bit flustered. “Well then... I’ll tickle you.”
Ranma grabbed her butt with both hands and gave a suggestively firm squeeze. “Oh? You think I’ll let you win twice?”
Kasumi gently snuggled into Ranma. “Oh, I surrender, please have mercy.”
Ranma relaxed, one hand running up her back as the other traveled down her thigh. “Well then, a little cuddling, then we can get up.”
The older girl relaxed into the red-head, enjoying the warmth. Although the situation made her blush and Ranma seemed to be flirty and affectionate, there seemed to be a lack of sexual component behind her actions.
Love, affection and sex were things people tended to learn privately from various sources, so one never knew quite what someone’s influences were until it happened. Normally people were mostly similar as they had the same influences, but Ranma had clearly had an abnormal life before becoming a guest at their house.
Ranma had been raised not only as a traditional martial artist, but also quite like a shinobi. Like a samurai he had his honor, but was less about flower arranging and poetry and more about getting things done.
The traditional male role in sex was to peep on women and be proud of it to let her know he was interested, then creep into her bedroom at night. If she didn’t say no, then they had sex. If they were married, it was sex to prove his manliness by keeping her satisfied and pregnant and then sleeping in separate futons.
Ranma did not like this traditional style, it was too much like rape as well as too impersonal.
Western notions of romance had penetrated Japan after the second world war, enough so that even though it was an arranged marriage, they were expected to date, kiss and be a bit affectionate with each other.
Ranma had studied dating and knew a lot about modern romance, but saw dating as a type of seduction for manipulating the other person, not something to do for fun. Like Akane, he was traditional enough to find kissing to be fairly embarrassing. When he’d snuck into her room to kick Happousai out, she’d also assumed he meant to do something perverted and had rejected him, so there was that too.
For Ranma, romance and sex were very complicated things at a strange intersection of modern romance and traditional sex, manliness and not being a douchebag.
Ranma also had a secret guilty pleasure, the one thing he wanted to do the most, but couldn’t because Akane and almost everyone else would be scandalized by the mere suggestion.
The young martial artist liked cuddling, warm and gentle. The more platonic day-to-day version he enjoyed was to sit beside someone and quietly enjoy their company.
Without worrying about the usual things, Ranma was quite happy to enjoy some gentle lesbian affection.
That was how Kasumi found herself confused that morning. There was no clear line between close female friends and schoolgirl lesbians in Japan without some overt sexual play. Ranma technically being male further obscured that boundary, leaving the older girl slightly confused by how arousing she was finding Ranma’s embrace.
After escaping the bedroom, Kasumi was enjoying herself, sitting on the veranda with Ranma, sipping tea as they watched the morning light slowly creep across the sky. She was actually enjoying herself more than she expected, a warm smile in the reflection of her tea cup greeting her when she glanced down.
She was actually so happy, she was a little embarrassed, her heart beating gently in the morning stillness as the birds began to rouse. Glancing at Ranma, the red-head glanced at her and smiled, causing the older girl to look away with a shy blush, her heart beating a little faster.
She didn’t understand what was wrong with her, Ranma hadn’t done anything improper to make her feel flustered. There had been a few light touches, soft and gentle, far tamer than their earlier cuddling. There were frequent glances at Ranma’s sparkling eyes and bemused smile, but she was only concerned for the red-head’s state of mind.
This wasn’t like the time she’d seen futanari Ranma, she was nowhere near as flustered as then. She just couldn’t help but be aware of her own happiness and the lovely red-head at her side.
Tea time was drawing to a close however, and Kasumi’s warm feelings were making her feel a bit awkward. She needed a change of topic. “Ranma-kun, will you be practicing this morning? You could change into your exercise clothes while I take my bath.”
Ranma brought her cup up for a long sip, ignoring Kasumi for the moment. It was fun to flirt with the older girl since her reactions were so honest and cute. Kasumi seemed a bit flustered at the moment though, so she was going to calm it down before resuming the flirty fun, for her it was merely a continuation of last night’s play. “No, I think I’ll join you in the bath.”
Remembering Ranma’s previous comments, Kasumi thought of an objection that might save her from further flustered feelings. “I know the fathers have said some foolish things, but you shouldn’t give up your art.”
The red-head had a good chuckle just at the thought of that. “Give up the art? No way. I’ve just been in a slump for a while, so I may as well practice in a kung fu manner.”
Kasumi blinked in confusion, not entirely familiar with martial arts herself. “Kung fu style training?”
Ranma balanced her tea cup on the tip of one finger. “Martial arts in Chinese is wushu, kung fu means hard work. It means I can make anything training if I want. It also keeps me flexible while hiding some of my training.”
Knowing that Kasumi had her worries, Ranma continued to make the issue a bit clearer for her. “I don’t have any decent rivals, Ryouga is the closest and he needs to step it up about three notches and start learning martial arts again instead of trying to brute force me. I surpassed the old man some time ago. The only one that could really teach me is Granny and she might not come back. So I’m on my own for progressing in the art and may as well adapt it to my situation.”
Blush renewed, Kasumi realized she didn’t have an objection to bathing with Ranma and found herself disturbingly self-conscious about it. “Oh, I see.”
Grinning a bit, Ranma decided to let her off the hook for now, as she already had a good handle on Kasumi’s reactions. “Oh, you can go first. I think Mom would like it if I joined her. Only polite to give you some privacy after you were kind enough to share your bed.”
Kasumi blushed for different reasons as it became obvious she’d let it bother her enough that Ranma was being considerate of her. “Ah, thank you Ranma-kun.”
The red-head reached over and gently took her tea cup. “Well, hurry up before I change my mind.”
Blush renewed at Ranma’s grin, Kasumi excused herself and left.
Ranma’s grin turned into a bemused smile.
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