Asia stood and enjoyed the gentle fingers of her goddess. She did not expect that she would get such a chance at all! At some point, she completely relaxed, and when Murakami suddenly pulled her hair, she couldn't help but sigh with pleasure. In general, this pose excited her imagination too much! After all, if they had the toy Asia saw in the video right now, her goddess could have pulled back the thin strip of fabric on her thighs and shoved it into the wet, swollen hole. Murakami would hold her by the hair and fuck her furiously, driving the toy to its full length and erotically squelching lube.

- I didn't do it on purpose! - suddenly the confused voice of her goddess came and Asia clapped her red cheeks, driving away hot fantasies. She needs to get back to reality! She's just blow-drying her hair! And in general, it is unclear whether her goddess likes girls? Does she even have a chance?

- Yes, I know, thank you, - Asia said, calming down. There was still a tug in her lower abdomen, and she could feel her underwear getting wet, but she decided to focus on the conversation, rejecting the urges of her own body.

- You help me so much, I'm not even comfortable. And even paid for us at the cafe. I can't just leave it like that. Let me return the favor.

Their eyes met in the mirror. Murakami lowered her eyes, feeling that the Kitty's hair was already dry, but she didn't want to leave her side at all. As well as stop touching her. Nevertheless, she pulled herself together and, coughing delicately, took a step back.

- I really don't need a reward. I finished…

- But I want to!.. - Asia exclaimed in a rush, turning around, - at least let me take you to the cinema!..

- To the cinema? - Murakami was surprised.

This kitten is really too friendly! And how long have they been sitting in this locker room? The poor guy must have been exhausted out there in the hallway... And it's kind of tactless to ask about that too.

Elated by her success, Asia spoke with her usual energy, pulling on jeans and a black top.

- Let's go have dinner! I know a great place!

- Now?  Murakami asked, gathering her things. The guy doesn't seem to be waiting for an audience today. Asia laughed.

- When else? Are you having dinner at another time?

- Um, no…

The hallway was empty. It was already dark outside. They went outside, which greeted them with the cool evening air. They walked along an alley lit by streetlights, enjoying the pleasant weather. As they turned the corner, they saw the cozy lights of a small cafe in the distance, beckoning them with its warmth and promise of delicious food.

The time spent at dinner was just wonderful. They laughed, took food from each other with chopsticks and chatted about everything in the world. Murakami has never felt so comfortable and pleasant being around a person for so long. It would be great if they could become real friends. However, there was one caveat: an ordinary friend does not want to fuck his girlfriend. So Murakami was somewhat puzzled as to where their relationship might lead. She wondered if maybe her passion would pass and they could just be friends.

- What are you thinking about? - Asia's voice brought her out of her thoughts. Murakami waved her hand.

- Mm? Just like that, about all sorts of nonsense.

It was already past ten in the evening, and they had just reached a fork in the road. Upon hearing the answer, Asia chuckled.

- Don't think about stupid things. Think of something pleasant! – her lips suddenly stretched into a mischievous smile, and her cheeks turned pink, - about me, for example!

Murakami did not expect this and laughed:

- It sounds like you're flirting with me! The villain!

- Hey! – the girl pouted, playfully slapping her companion on the shoulder, - why is it like that?

- Okay, okay, I'm conquered! You've hit the heart of it! – without ceasing to laugh, Murakami said, - I can't wait for our date tomorrow! And now let's say goodbye, it's too late…

Murakami froze, realizing that she seemed to have overdone the jokes, because Asia was staring at her with all her eyes, and her cheeks blushed. She was so embarrassed!

 Murakami didn't know what to say, and she felt her ears start to burn with shame. She needs to keep her mouth shut more often. 

- Y-yes, see you tomorrow! Sweet dreams! - Asia suddenly blurted out, and quickly standing on tiptoe and grabbing Murakami by the shoulders, smeared her hot lips on her cheek. Murakami almost recoiled from the surprise, feeling that she was blushing up to her neck. Meanwhile, the nimble Kitty has already disappeared behind the trees. The only sound was the slight thud from the sole of her suede sneakers.

- What was that?.. - Murakami muttered, returning home and rubbing her cheek, which was touched by the sweet lips of a Kitten. Her heart was pounding excitedly in her chest. Is it possible that Asia just decided to continue this playful flirtation, so she behaved like that? 

Murakami was already lying on the leather sofa, tossing from side to side, and kept thinking about today's meeting with the Kitty. And she came to the conclusion that, actually, kissing on the cheek when saying goodbye is normal. Many girlfriends do this — does this mean that Murakami has somehow already gained such a status in the eyes of Asia? With such thoughts, she fell asleep.

Asia bounced around the room, unable to hold back her silly laughter. Her goddess had said herself that they had a date! A date! And when Asia, having made up her mind, quickly kissed her on the cheek, she blushed so sweetly! They like each other! And this means that she can count on a serious relationship! In a fit of her insane joy, she went to an adult website and, embarrassed by her actions, found similar toys that she had seen on the video. Everything inside her shrank as soon as she thought that she would be able to do such things in reality with her goddess. Asia was generally amazed by itself: she's a virgin, why such depravity?

Asia couldn't wait for the evening. She redid everything, and sat with the kids, and ran to the tea shop. Then she spent an hour sorting through her wardrobe, thinking about what she would wear on a date with her goddess. She left early, fearing that she would be late, and almost forty minutes before the start of the session, she was already outside the cinema.

Murakami sighed once more, stretching her stiff neck with her palm. The flighty Kitty didn't want to get out of her head all day. The burning looks she had given her kept coming back to her. Murakami thought about it: maybe Asia is not straight, but bi? But even if she were bi, Murakami would not be satisfied with a relationship where one of the partners is in a relationship with another person at the same time. And how should she ask about it? She can't say it outright because there's a good chance Asia is actually just too friendly and would be horrified if Murakami asked her about her sexual preferences. There are, for example, latent homosexuals, like one of her classmates, who berates girls for hugging, dating a guy herself, and at the same time passionately looking at women's asses and breasts. 

As always, too immersed in her thoughts, she did not notice how she arrived at the meeting place in advance. Too much, actually. Murakami was about to walk past the cinema and enter the bookstore when she suddenly saw a Kitty.  She stood and excitedly pulled at a lock of her glossy black hair, which gracefully fell over her bare shoulders. A tight-fitting dark top covered her collarbones and beautifully exposed her arms. A short, tight skirt in pale green accentuated the perfect shape of her hips and legs. And she was even wearing matching sandals that hugged her feet beautifully! It's like she's dressed up for a real date! Such a cutie! And as soon as Murakami thought that such a beauty could be easily taken away, a guy came out of the cinema and immediately went to her, clearly appreciating her attractiveness. He started to say something to her, almost grabbing her hands. Agitated, Murakami rushed forward.

- Are you fucked up? Get the fuck out of here before I twist your balls off and shove them down your throat.

And, apparently, the guy is really «fucked up». And with him, Murakami, who even slowed down. It wasn't a bluff. The intonation in Asia's voice was too eloquent, and the furious look definitely did not bode well. And Murakami belatedly realized that there was no one to worry about, but certainly not about her: with her fighting skills, she would take down such a guy in the blink of an eye! The guy, as expected, disappeared, and Asia, grinning, turned around and suddenly noticed Murakami standing nearby. 

- Ah! - A blush of shame covered her cheeks. She cast a quick glance in the direction where the guy was running away, and blushed even more, - hi!..

Murakami put her hand to her lips and giggled, trying to hold back her laughter. Just a second ago she was so cocky, and now she's so embarrassed! What a girl!

- And Asia knows a lot of interesting words! -  Murakami laughed as she approached. The girl was even more embarrassed.

- And what should I have been polite to him if he was like that!..

Waving her head, she puffed out her cheeks in a funny way. A strand of her bangs escaped and Murakami, without thinking, returned it to its place, gently running her fingers through her silky hair.

- No, no, you're good, - she smiled, - such a beauty should be able not only to fight, but also to be sharp-tongued.

Asia blushed, even her pretty ears turned red. And Murakami realized that she had come too close, and even touched without asking! It became awkward.

- My tongue... is not only sharp, - she suddenly said and gave Murakami a burning look. Murakami tilted her head slightly to the side. What does Kitty mean by that? That she likes to move her tongue when she eats delicious food? By the way, they really came too early, you can go out for a snack or a drink.  Murakami's gaze fell on a small building with panoramic windows and a welcoming sign with a shiny cup of coffee.

- Maybe we can sit in a cafe? There's still a lot of time before the movie starts.