Acid Love- Mina Ashido WLW Story

Chapter 3: School Fair

WARNING: SMUT CHAPTER

The bath last night was awesome. Mina sat with her back to me, and let me wash her hair, before doing the same for me. Her hands felt amazing. Not to mention the fact that I was so close to her that I could feel her breasts push up against my back every once in a while as she reached for the front pieces of my hair. A few times, we began kissing passionately, but it never turned into a second round. I think we were both tired. Unfortunately for me, she slept in her own bed, and me in mine. I mean, I never asked her to sleep with me so there is no reason why she would, but still.

I go over these sparkling moments in my head as Aizawa-Sensei once again drones on about the Hero Fair. The assignment was to create your own hero agency, and to research all of the resources one would need to put that plan into action. Because, Aizawa-Sensei had said, we each may have an agency of our own someday.

I was partnered with Deku, and he stands next to me as we wait to file out of the classroom and into a larger auditorium on the other side of the campus. There is a rumour going around that there may be disguised pro-heros or even scouts in the crowd today, so it's natural for us to be nervous at such a thought.

Midoriya and I settle down behind our booth, shifting in our seats. The first ten minutes are slow, but after a half hour things begin to pick up. I catch a glimpse of Mountain Lady passing by our booth, and she seems to pay special attention to it. I have never seen her in person, but her fabled looks are not disappointing. We also see Endeavor, much to Todoroki's dismay, who is not at all inconspicuous about his presence. The crowd titters after watching him be ignored by his own son for ten minutes before stalking off to who-knows-where. If there are other pros present, they are disguised well; I do not recognize most of the patrons.

After an hour and a half, things are slow again, and Deku asks me if he can go off and try to find Uraraka. Of course I answer yes, but it leaves me at my booth alone and with nothing to do. I crane my neck to see Mina, but I can't see her booth from where I am seated.

"What are we looking at?" I whip my head around to see Mina standing behind me, grinning widely as usual. I smile back, automatically leaning in to kiss her, but stopping after realizing we are in public. Her eyes flash as if she knows what my intentions were. She smiles softly and pecks me on the mouth before settling into Deku's vacant seat.

"What are you doing here?" I ask. "Not that I'm complaining, of course." I smirk at her, and she giggles.

"Oh nothing. My booth hasn't gotten much action today, especially not now, so I figured it was safe to come over to see you."

"Oh sure," I say, my face turning serious, "It's what best friends do, right?" Neither of us had stayed awake long enough last night to decide what we had experienced meant for our relationship. Her face falls at my emphasis, and she looks as if she is pondering.

"Well," she begins, "What would you like to be?" I consider for a moment before answering.

"I want you to be my girlfriend, Mina." Her eyes widen in surprise, especially at my newfound confidence. She smiles.

"I would love to," she says softly, intensely maintaining eye contact. I lean in a bit, waiting for her to close the distance. She does, pressing her lips to mine lightly.

After this, we sit in silence. It is not awkward, though, we both are comfortable. I place my hand on her knee, and decide to tease her a bit. Sliding my hand up her thigh, I play with her skirt hem. She whips around to look at me, eyes widening. She mouths "here?" I nod and point to the long cloth surrounding the small table in front of us, completely shielding outlower halves from anybody passing by. She hesitantly nods before proceeding to shudder as I slide my hand into her panties.

I circle her hole, watching her struggle to keep her facial expressions, and voice, under control. Finally, I slide in and listen to her small whimpers as I pump in and out. Her legs shake and her hands clench the tablecloth. Finally, I can sense her building up to an orgasm, so I take my fingers out and play with her clit. She peaks and moans a little louder than she intended to, and tries her best to cover it with a cough.

Afterwards, she slumps down onto the table, and I chuckle, rubbing her back. I just can;t believe she's my girlfriend. I hope I made the right decision.