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She had stars clipped in her hair, and stars in her eyes. Too cute for her own good, and much too young for Kazusa's. She was full of questions, wanted to know everything there was to know about Sugar Rush, long past the point where it had gone from flattering to annoying. That hadn't stopped Kazusa from bringing the cutie with the pink-and-purple hair back to their tour bus, though. The frontwoman had always had a weakness for sweets, and now also for sweet little fans of the band.
"Ready to meet the others?" asked Kazusa.
"So ready!" answered Reisa.
"Hah. Don't embarrass me, kid. Just be normal, okay?"
"Of course! Leave it to Reisa Uzawa!"
The girl claimed she was fifteen, but looked more like twelve. Even if her bandmates were getting used to these antics by now, this one might be rough going.
"Oh hell no!" Yoshimi had her hands on her hips, glaring first at Reisa, then at Kazusa. "Again, Kazusa?"
That prompted a look from Reisa, that Kazusa met only with a squeeze of the smaller girl's hand in hers.
"Oh, what's youth to be spent on, if not love?" philosophised Natsu.
"How about she spends it actually practising her fucking parts?!" countered Yoshimi. "You were all over the place up there!"
"Fuck off, Yoshimi. Was I all over the place?" Kazusa turned to Reisa.
"Noooo! You were amazing! You all were!" the starstruck teen replied, giving Kazusa the answer she'd wanted.
"Nah, fuck it. I'm not bein' part of this. You're sick, Kazusa!" Yoshimi hopped up, and pushed right between the two girls of mismatched age, forcing their linked hands to briefly part.
Airi sighed, heavily, then took a swig of peppermint schnapps from the open bottle in her hand. Her cheeks were already flushed red from the alcohol.
Reisa watched her drink, her violet-coloured eyes wide. "Umm. Should I go? I don't wanna cause any drama between you!"
"No! I'll let her hit it later, she'll be fine~" slurred Airi, sounding nothing like she did in interviews.
"You two are dating?!" Reisa's eyes went wider, Airi meeting them with a grin and a finger over her lips to swear the girl to secrecy. Reisa smiled to herself, over the moon to know some private information about her favourite band.
"Look at me though, hogging the bottle. You three want some cocktails?"
"Oh, umm..." Reisa faltered.
"Yeah, we'll have some." Kazusa had found Reisa's hand again, squeezing it once more.
"Coming right up!" Airi hopped to her feet, wobbling slightly as she mixed the mint schnapps with some Bailey's Irish Cream in three big plastic cups. Natsu grabbed hers, the drummer of the band downing the whole thing without so much as an exhale of breath when she was done.
"That's alcohol, right? I've never..."
"Thought you weren't gonna embarrass me," interjected Kazusa. "Go on, grab your cup." Reisa hastily did, and let herself be tugged by Kazusa off to the back seat of the van.
The combination of two discordant types of alcohol with nothing to dilute them burned at Reisa's mouth, but the effect was near instant. She couldn't stop giggling as Kazusa, the woman she'd crushed on since what might as well have been forever, played with her hairclip and called her cute and scooched closer on the carseat.
When their lips met, her heart exploded. The same drink tasted so much sweeter on Kazusa's tongue.
Airi now laid stretched across the back-facing seat near where the driver sat, passed out and snoozing peacefully. Natsu was kneeling atop the seats opposite her, but turned around to face backwards, peering over the backrest to watch what was happening in the back row of seats.
Kazusa tried to shoo her away with a hand, the hand not currently guiding Reisa's pretty little head up and down the length of her stiff cock, but Natsu just smiled and shook her head. She'd unzipped her skirt, and had slid a hand down the front of it to bury her fingers in her panties. A pair of them rubbing along her dripping folds as she watched Kazusa indulge in the mouth of her latest conquest. "Romantic..."
"Ffuck, Reisa, you sure you've never done this before?"
The tipsy little teenager hadn't, and she beamed at the compliment. She'd never thought she'd be here, down on her knees in the back of a tour van, but if she could make the coolest member of the best damn band in the world feel good, she wanted to. Didn't she? Even with the alcohol coursing through her veins, she knew this wasn't right, or at least something adults would tell her not to do. Kazusa was so eager though, the girl's bass-hardened hand showing no intention of letting the pretty little groupie's head escape.
"Nnnh. Good girl. I can have your MomoTalk, yeah? After."
Reisa nodded before she'd even thought the decision through. It was hard to think straight with someone else's privates in her mouth, the girl concentrating only on the feeling of Kazusa throbbing against her tongue, the grunts of pleasure from the rocker's lips, the scent of a sweat worked up stalking the stage. When Kazusa's hand relaxed, Reisa dutifully began bobbing her mouth up and down herself, committed now for better or worse to giving the older girl what she wanted.
"You're real damn cute. Wanna do me next?" Natsu chimed, from behind Reisa.
"Fuck off, Natsu! Get your own!"
"Hmph. A dessert shared is many times the sweeter."
"Not this one, you weirdo. She's special."
They were discussing Reisa almost like she were property, and yet her alcohol-addled mind only properly heard those last two words. I'm Special. She happily recalled kissing Kazusa and how good it had felt, a scene ripped straight from her wildest daydreams. Wondered if she was, or could be, Kazusa's Cream Soda Cutie. The girl Kazusa sang about searching for in one of Sugar Rush's biggest songs, a girl who made her heart "tingle like popping candy" when she "kissed so sweet, here there and everywhere". Well, this sure was "everywhere".
"Nnnngh!" Kazusa groaned, the buzz of alcohol not enough to dull pleasure like this. Reisa was the annoying type of fan, the type who never shut up, and found every last mundane thing about the band interesting. She sucked cock well enough to more than make up for it, though. Pretty, too. Eventually, with a pleasure-laden grunt, the frontwoman of Sugar Rush found herself filling the little fangirl's mouth with something far from sweet.
"Swallow it," she demanded, and they always did. Reisa was no different.
"Feel good?" the teen asked as she hopped up to sit next to Kazusa again, emboldened by alcohol and what she'd just done for the girl to wrap her hands around the bigger girl.
"Yeah." Satisfied now, Kazusa pushed Reisa away, and the younger girl's arms retreated dejectedly. Kazusa's whole demeanour had changed in an instant. "Sorry. Just, you saw Yoshimi right? Now I gotta fuckin' deal with that." The dark-haired girl grabbed out her phone and began tapping out a message, not even looking at the girl beside her.
"Oh... oh! Yeah, of course!" Reisa's voice answered with a waver, as she tried not to be upset. Kazusa was right though, what if the band broke up?
"Send me a DM, okay? I get a million, but tell me it's star hairclip girl!"
"Right!" Kazusa hadn't looked up, but hope blossomed once more behind Reisa's petite chest.
"Alright, cutie. Get moving." Reisa looked over to Natsu, who'd just spoken. She suddenly realised she hadn't closed her legs properly, the band's drummer unashamedly staring up Reisa's shortest, specialest skirt she'd worn for the occasion. When caught, Natsu just laughed. "I'll take you out front."
"B-bye, Kazusa!" she called from the van's door. This time, the dark-haired girl actually looked up, and those strawberry-coloured eyes shot Reisa a look that made the short girl melt all over again.
"Bye, Reisa! DM me, okay? You're great!"
"Okay!" Reisa's heart was pounding, as Natsu led her outside and back toward the venue.
"We could still do something, y'know. While miss drama in there deals with her shit," offered Natsu as they walked over to the side of the event building. She didn't wait for an answer before snaking a hand down, and then up under that tiny skirt, using the pretense of guiding Reisa to squeeze at the girl's pert, perky ass with the same still-sticky hand she'd been using to masturbate. Reisa was so muddled, still tipsy, she couldn't quite process the full severity of the unwanted touching.
"Oh, uhh... don't you need to sort things out with Yoshimi too?"
"Pff. Yeah, I get it, you're not interested. I'm just the drummer. Even the sweetest, softest sponge goes barely noticed, while it holds the whole cake together." Natsu's hand begrudgingly stopped groping the poor girl, as she dropped another of her pearls of dessert wisdom.
"No, you're amazing! You all are!"
"Yeah yeah, sweet thing. My advice? Keep out of Kazusa's DMs." Natsu stopped, the girls having now almost reached the front of the building.
"Huh? Why?" Reisa turned to ask, but Natsu just waved her along. The girl began heading back towards the van parked at the rear, leaving Reisa to finish the rest of the short journey to the front of the venue herself. It felt like waking from a dream, walking out and seeing the few people who still lingered after the event, watching the cars drive past on the road. Would anyone here even believe her, if she told them she'd met the band, that Yoshimi and Airi were an item, that she'd made out with Kazusa Kyouyama and gone down on her?
The train ride home passed in a daze, her head spinning. She listened to Cream Soda Cutie on repeat, playing with her hairclip while remembering how affectionate Kazusa had sounded calling her "star hairclip girl". How incredible the mint and chocolate alcohol had tasted on the tongue of her idol.
That wasn't, however, the flavour that still lingered in her mouth.