Crossing the Rubicon

Author's note:

I had not intended this turn of events, but a suggestion from a reader took me off on this side quest.

Remember friends, this is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons or places, unicorns, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. And don't try this at home....

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We caught an uber down to the edge of Little Tokyo early in the afternoon. Kokoro led the way, taking us to a sushi bar for lunch and then down a non descript alley way where we would find the way into the domain of the kigurumi artist, Reika Haru, who was fitting us out for the event. We stopped at a service door and she rang a number on her phone whilst waving up at a security camera.

The door buzzed and she pressed on inwards and took me down a hall way to another door.

"You ready to turn Japanese, Winterberry?" I nodded and she gave me a hug. "This is going to be crazy fun."

We entered a room that looked like something out of a science fiction film. Dozens of manikins lined the walls dressed in all sorts of anime and fancy dress costumes.

I recognized the Hatsune Miku costume and Kokoro pointed out many of the others; Taiga Aisaka, Shimakaze, Megumin, Ezra Scarlet, Mikasa, Hoshi-Kun, Selene the Vampire Killer. Mario from Super Mario, I was the only other one I able to name.

Several hours and many sake drinks later, I stood up and looked into the mirror.

I was no longer Rune. I was Akune Kashu, the evil singer. I felt tall in the three inch platform boots, and certainly slutty in the pink latex thigh highs, tiny black schoolgirl skirt that barely covered my ass, grey shirt which was strategically unbuttoned to show a lot of my cleavage and belly button. My hair was enhanced with two huge twin pony tail extensions which took my now pink locks down to my ass. Dark lipstick, eye shadow and bright pink contact lenses adorned my face. My index fingers supported long black stick on nails, completing the crazy look. I looked like something from a teenager's dream, or nightmare.

I'd had an issue getting changed, Reika had wanted me to get fully naked. I didn't want to give the game away regarding my male appendage, so had pleaded my case and need for modesty by referring to my young age and 'upbringing'.

Thankfully, my secret remained intact, tucked into my thong which was covered by some black short shorts.

Kokoro, now dressed as Akita Neru, soon joined me. She looked drop dead gorgeous with her bright yellow hair, styled in a single pony tail that flowed way down past her knees, black latex thigh highs, tiny yellow trimmed black skirt, white shirt with cutouts showing her navel, back and shoulders. A yellow tie hung from her neck and matching yellow contacts and makeup completed her look.

She giggled at me and we hugged. She did a twirl and my cock twitched. Her little skirt flared perfectly on her tight runners ass and her toned legs looking amazing in the thigh highs. Her hair moved with a life of its own, swaying sultrily beside her. I felt a little guilty looking at her with my tucked cock straining in my underwear. Kokoro was always attractive, but I'd never really looked at her in a lustful way before.

I hadn't worn my breast enhancements since leaving Macomb, but had managed to bring them along and get them on as part of the costume. I was excited by the extra curves the latex gave me, and had almost forgotten the way they felt on me.

They felt great as I swayed one way and then the next. I attempted to mimic a move I had seen on one of the videos and put one hand on my hip, the other up in the air making a 'no' motion and walked one way and then back the other, causing her, and Reika and her assistant's to burst into laughter.

I repeated the move again, not to gather more laughs, but to experience the thrilling feeling of my long thick hair brushing against my ass.

Many staged photos later, we toasted our awesomeness, and that of Reika, with another few shots of sake. I was feeling more than a little buzzed. We left our belongings, bringing only our phones and room cards.

The pre-concert function we attended was crazy. Hundreds of cosplayers and fans dressed in hoodies adorned with their favorite vocaloid milled around, being seen and taking in the scene. There was plenty of flesh on display from the often sexualized and usually somewhat slutty cosplay artists.

By the time we moved onto the concert itself, both Kokoro and myself had joined a posse of highly dressed, and very buzzed, concert goers. Even though I had watched several Hatsune Miku concert videos with Kokoro since Christmas, nothing prepared me for the moment the first act hit the stage and everyone clapped their light sticks. It was so, Japanese...

No one had checked my age, and the VIP passes we had gave us unlimited bar access, so my night became a blur of color, sound and craziness. We danced like mad characters during the earlier acts, attracting lots of looks from those around us. More than once I had to fend off a guy who made a pass, as did Kokoro.

When Hatsune finally rose up onto the stage, and began singing 'World is mine' I was fully lost in the moment and hadn't realized that my hips were being held by someone. I turned and was greeted by the smiling face of someone dressed as Meiko. I turned back and enjoyed the feeling of her hands on my hips, and then ass. By the start of the next song I was leaning back into her embrace, as hers hands roamed my body, and by the next song, I was enthralled in the feeling of her tongue pressing between my lips.

Eventually I broke from the kiss and looked around, but couldn't see Kokoro anywhere. I looked back up into the face of Meiko and smiled, then took a step back to take in her body. Brown hair, big eyes, choker on her neck, red latex crop top over a lacy black bra, generous breasts, flat stomach, red latex miniskirt with a decent thigh split finished off with black knee high boots.

She hooked her finger at me and called me into her. I looked up into her hungry eyes and we kissed again, her tongue snaking around in my mouth seeking out mine, whilst one hand held onto my hair and the other hand, in the small of my back pulled me into her. I put one of my legs between hers and she ground her pelvis into my abdomen.

My penis strained in its tucked position. I could feel dampness between my legs. I placed a hand between us and reached up for her breasts, delighting in the feeling of her firmness bound within the latex and in the way she reacted. I pushed my other hand down between us and managed to wrap some fingers around the hem of her skirt, pulling up as best as I could, and feeling my middle finger scrape against smooth flesh. She gasped and I adjusted my finger and felt heat, so aimed in and made contact with the hardness of her clit, causing her to gasp again into my mouth.

"Yes," she moaned.

I kept exploring with my finger and found the slick wetness of her folds and began probing, rubbing and sliding, adjusting my efforts according to the reactions I was receiving. She was slick with her wetness and her heat was not just from the dancing. She put her head on my shoulder and kissed at my neck, slowly at first and then with more passion, biting at my skin every now and then, as my finger worked inside her. A particularly bass heavy song came on and began to finger fuck her to the beat.

She eventually broke from our kiss and pressed her forehead to mine and her eyes stared lustily into mine as her need to orgasm built. I stopped my actions for a moment, keeping my finger inserted within her, but motionless, and her look became a pleading one.

"Please, don't tease me," She groaned, her pelvis trying to grind against the digit lodged within her, "so close!"

I strained my wrist and tried to push up into her as best as I could, searching for her g-spot.

"Oh God!" she hissed.

I pulled my finger tip into the slick surface where I thought I'd found the right spot and felt her body start to tremble. She held onto me as her orgasm hit and her body shook, her moans drowned out by the music to everyone but me.

She came down from her high and bent in and kissed me. I had withdrawn my hand from within her and she reached for it, pulling it up to her mouth and slowly sucked her fluid from the finger that had, moments earlier, been inside of her.

I felt like I was about to shoot off in my panties. My hormones were on fire and my mind raced at the thought of finding somewhere to ravage this amazing woman's body. But she broke from me, pushed off me, gave me a 'stay' gesture and disappeared into the crowd behind us. Leaving me facing a smiling petite woman in a Meku hoodie and emo makeup.

I spun around and looked around for Kokoro but still couldn't see her but I was back again facing the smiling hoodie woman.

She came at me with a kiss and I let her. Her tongue violated me. She was raw, whereas Meiko had been passionate and hungry. My trapped organ strained against it tuck. Lustrous sounded out over the audience and she grabbed at my hand, pulling me through the crowd to the back of the audience.

We embraced there and her mouth found mine and she attacked me again with her raw fervor. A few people around us snickered or made comments about our fairly obvious PDA but I didn't care. No one would recognize me anyway. One of her hands roped into my hair as the other grasped at my ass.

"You got somewhere where we can go?" she asked suggestively.

The cab ride had been hot and heavy and quick. Our dash through the lobby had raised a few eyebrows and we ended up entering and exiting the lift in a cloud of hormones, hands and lips.

We made it to the door of room 337 and I broke away from her.

"What?" she asked.

"I need to know you are 18. You go no further without proof."

She bit at her lower lip in a way that almost made me cum.

"You're asking me that NOW?"

I sighed. "Look, I want this, I want it bad, but I'm not going to ruin my life. You got ID or not?"

She reached for her phone and showed me her California license under the back plastic protector. Name: Shyla Sanderson.

I looked at the D.O.B.

"You turned 18 last week?" I asked with amazement.

She nodded. "My parents are down stairs in 212. This was my birthday present."

"Are people waiting for you at the concert?"

She shook her head. "They were going to pick me up. They'll see that I'm here at the hotel when they start looking for me. It will be fine."

"No it won't Shyla. You need to message them now. Tell them you are back at the hotel, with some crazy cosplayers and you'll be down to the room in one hour and five minutes. Say there is no booze, no drugs and that you are safe, but things are crazy."

"Really?" she asked sassily. "Buzzkill..."

"Just do it!"

She typed away and I ran a long fingernail down the side of her neck. She showed me the message. I told her she needed to have photos to back up her story so we took a half dozen selfies in the hall way.

I then set a timer for 57 minutes.

She tucked the phone into her jeans and backed against the door and looked at me. She bit at her lip again. My dick strained against its bonds.

She pulled off her hoodie and her tshirt came with it, leaving her standing there in her jeans. Her two perfectly shaped small breasts were visible under her flimsy lace bra.

"Okay," she said. "You happy now?"

My voice groaned out a 'yes' as my heart thundered in my chest. I checked up and down the hall as I fumbled with the card and lock at her side. Hearing the click, I pushed in and she backed across the threshold.

She looked at the two beds, both with stuff on them. "You got company?"

I nodded. "A female friend... Just a friend."

Her hands ran up my body until she was gently holding my chin, and she kissed me. It lasted just long enough to bring my lust back to boiling point, and then I pushed her away from the door.

We embraced in another kiss and my hands went to her bra clasp, and freed her from the gossamer fabric. She shook the straps off her shoulders and arms, and it fell between us. I looked down and her pert breasts sat there, untouched by gravity, her sweet little nipples rock hard as I handled them. I don't remember taking a single step, but it seemed moments later she was on the bed, under me under me and I was kissing at her body.

Working my way down her nubile body, hearing her moan, was a delight. I kissed at one breast as I wrestled with her jeans, pulling them off her hips. She pulled me to her chest and I sampled at the other amazing scoop of flesh and she kicked the denim down and then off her legs.

She pulled me face up and her lips feasted on mine, our tongues dueling as my hands went to her small pink thong. We continued our tangle of arms and legs and lips and tongues until she was fully naked, under me.

I looked down at her and she looked at me pleadingly.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

She shook her head. "Kallie and I made out and touched each other up. That's it."

Her petite frame was flawless, with her delightful breasts, flat belly, soft hips and shaved mound. She had a beauty to her face too, under her now smeared black makeup.

I shuffled down and parted her knees and kissed up one thigh, then descended down to the other knee and kissed my way up to her parted pussy lips. I kissed her gently on her mound, taking in her aroma.

I trailed soft kisses up to her belly button, and then back down to her wetness.

She was moaning and her hands went to my pigtails, pulling my face into her. I probed at her tightness with my tongue, occasionally flicking at her bean with the tip of my tongue, feeling how she responded and writhed to my attention.

She was whimpering at my touch. "I want you to make me cum. Like you did to that woman at the concert."

"You saw that?"

"Yes," she moaned. "That was so fucking HOT."

I drew an enhanced fingernail up her thigh and then trailed it across to her sex and she shuddered under me.

I withdrew my tongue and pushed my middle finger into her. She was incredibly tight. Nothing stopped my progress, so I pushed into her and slowly began finger fucking her.

She was now moaning loudly and her hips were undulating. She was a vision of teen lust. My cock leaked painfully at the sight and sound of her.

I pushed into her and bent my finger and she immediately cried out. Bingo, I'd found her spot too. I tapped my finger there once and then again and then applied some pressure and she cried out again. Her body convulsed and she gushed onto my hand and face, covering me with her fluids as she came and shook and shuddered.

I lay beside her and let her come down from her high, with one hand propping my head up and the other on her tummy, one latex clad leg draped across hers.

It took her a while but she eventually normalized and then went bashful on me.

"Hey, its okay," I said. "So that was your first time not using your finger, or hairbrush or something?"

She went red and nodded.

"Toothbrush usually," she whispered. "But I've never come like that!"

I giggled and she did too.

"Is Kallie your special friend?"

She shook her head. "She was a friend, but moved away. I don't have anyone special."

I looked at her and frowned. "You mean you are this hot and you don't have a girl, or guy, on a string?"

She sighed and shook her head. "I'm a loner. There aren't many emotionally angsted teen types like me, in Santa Barbara. A lot of Japanese sub culture, but not with an emo bent. And no guy has ever been interested in me."

"So why not lose the emo? You don't need it. Embrace the crazy Japanese thing or find yourself in some other scene. It might be easier for you. You got with me, you could get with anyone. Male or female."

"I took a chance with a stranger at a concert where no one knew me and no one cared about me," she whined.

I moved so I was above her on all fours. I looked her in the eyes. "Derrr, and look where your bravery got you. In bed. In a strangers hotel room. In a cosplayer's bed, writhing under her touch."

I bent in and kissed her, then worked my way down to those luscious boobs again.

"Oh God...Oh God....." she said breathlessly, before she pulled at my pig tails and brought my face up to hers.

"Ohhh," I said, "Someone's taking control."

"I want to fuck. I want to scissor you." She pushed me off her and lifted my tiny skirt and put her hands on either side of my shorts. She pulled at them and wriggled them down my legs and over my leggings and boots.

She looked at my thong and giggled. "Its like my present is double wrapped."

I went to say something but thought it was too late to explain. She'd have to discover the real me herself.

She tugged at the black cotton and pulled that item down and off and then looked up at me, her eyes going wide at the sight of my now fully erect and visibly leaking penis sticking up above my hips.

"What? You have a dick?"

I thought she might recoil or change her mind, but she bit at her lower lip again. It was a such a simple but sensual thing, and one I'd seen other girls do, but by the nine it was the fucking sexiest version. My cock pulsed and a river of precum ran down the side of my length.

She looked at my cock, then up at me, then back at my cock.

"Can I touch it?"

"You can do more than touch it," I replied.

She extended a hand and grasped me mid shaft and gave a gentle squeeze.

"Its so hard!"

"It likes you," I replied.

She rubbed her hand across the head, through the leaking fluid and brought it up to her face, sniffing at it and then dabbing the end of her tongue onto her palm where some of it had gathered.

She raised an eyebrow and then placed her hand back on my hardness and tugged at me, twisting her wrist as she did so.

"Fuck," I muttered.

She withdrew her hand suddenly.

"Sorry, was that too hard?"

I sat up and looked her in the eyes.

"No, that was perfect. You are a natural. It felt too good. Hey look, if you want to just keep giving me a 10/10 hand job, I won't complain, but the clock is running for me to get you pack to your parents. You tell me, what are we doing?"

She looked at my hardness, then looked at my face, then her eyes went back to my hardness.

"I want you to fuck me. I want you to fuck me in as many ways as possible in whatever time we have left."

"How do you want to start?" I giggled.

"Given I've never done it and I suspect you've done it lots. You be the guide."

I got up off the bed and grabbed a condom from my inside of my bag and put it on. I then scooted back on the bed and told her to go cowgirl on me so I could see her face and fondle her breasts.

She jumped up and straddled my legs and inched her way towards ground zero.

I took hold of my erection and held it upright. She took it from me and adjusted herself and lowered, ever so slightly, so my sheathed head made contact with her.

Her head went back and she moaned.

"I can't believe I'm doing this," she said.

She pushed down and my tip went into her, followed by the first inch. She looked at me with pure lust.

"So fucking good."

She sank lower. And then lower still. The heat and tightness was ridiculous. I thought I would nut right there, but thankfully she stopped and took a moment. I thought of maths problems in order to distract my mind.

She then pushed down and sank fully onto me but stayed there.

"So fucking good.... Can I bottle this feeling?"

I reached both hands up and fondled her perky breasts.

"You're amazing." I said.

She smiled.

She gave a grind of her hips and then bounced twice on me, as if road testing how this all worked.