YOTSUBA & BOOBS
It was late in the evening when Yotsuba bounded into Fuuka's room. Fuuka, who was reading a manga on her bed, tilted her head back to look at the little girl upside-down. "Hey, Yotsuba-chan!" she greeted.
"Fuuka! Fuuka!" Yotsuba waved. "I gotta ask you something!"
Fuuka sat up, putting aside her manga and giving the little girl her full attention. "Okay, what is it?"
"What are boobs?"
Fuuka's eyes widened. "EEEH?!"
"I heard a lot about boobs today," Yotsuba said. "But Touchan won't tell me what they are and I wanna know so PLEEEEEASE Fuuka tell me what are boobs?"
"Ah...Yotsuba-chan..." Fuuka began, giggling nervously.
"You gotta tell me, you gotta!" Yotsuba cried, bouncing up and down.
Fuuka sighed. "Okay, okay." She walked over to the door, closed it, and made sure it was locked, then went over to the window and pulled down the shade. Facing Yotsuba, she pulled her shirt off over her head, then removed her bra and tossed it over on her desk chair. She cupped her bare breasts in her hands. "These are boobs," she said.
"Uoooooooh," Yotsuba nodded, eyes wide. "They make your shirt lumpy!"
"Yes, that's right, they do," Fuuka said.
"Where'd you get 'em, Fuuka?" the little girl asked.
"Well...when girls get older, like me, you just get 'em," Fuuka said. "They just show up one night while you're asleep."
"I'm gonna get 'em too?" Yotsuba asked.
"Yep, in about ten years or so."
"Awesome!" Yotsuba cheered. She hopped up on Fuuka's bed and poked at the older girl's breast with a finger, marvelling at how deep she could push. "Squishy!" she said, laughing.
"Yes, they're very squishy," Fuuka agreed.
Yotsuba poked Fuuka's breast again, rapidly, and giggled at the way the flesh rolled and bounced. "Jiggly!"
"Yes, they're very jiggly too," Fuuka said, blushing. She grabbed her shirt and pulled it back on.
"Fuuka's are really big, right?" Yotsuba asked suddenly.
Fuuka's eye twitched. "Uh...yeah, kinda..." she said.
"Cuz I heard some guys sayin' Fuuka had really big boobs," the little girl continued.
"....eh?" Fuuka asked, eyes narrowing to tiny, befuddled points. "What guys?" she asked dangerously.
"Me an' Touchan went out to eat, an'..."
* * * * *
"—and that Ayase, man! Queen of the boobs!"
Four teenage boys were sitting at a table in a family diner, laughing.
"Yeah, yeah! Fuuka-san's boobs are huge!"
"Oh man, I wanna play with those boobs so bad..."
* * * * *
Fuuka's eye twitched angrily. "I...see..." She knelt down. "Yotsuba-chan, did you recognize those boys?"
"Nuh-uh," Yotsuba said. "But I didn't like 'em, they sounded kinda nasty like Yanda."
"Yeah, sounds like it," Fuuka agreed.
Then the little girl brightened. "Oh! But Touchan made 'em run away!"
"Eh?" Fuuka asked.
* * * * *
The boys continued their discussion of Ayase Fuuka's body at the next table, laughing lecherously and raucously. The longer it went on, the angrier Koiwai got.
Finally, he set down his fork. "I'll be right back, Yotsuba." Standing and wiping his mouth, he walked over to the table with the annoying, perverted boys.
"Excuse me," he said coldly, cracking his knuckles.
"Yeah, whatcha want, ossan?" one of them asked.
"I would appreciate it," Koiwai said, cracking his neck, "if you little bastards would stop talking about my wife."
"Y-your..." their faces went pale.
"Yeah. My wife," Koiwai said, pounding a fist into an open palm.
The boys jumped up from the table and ran for the exit.
* * * * *
Fuuka's eyes were wide, and a brilliant blush had bloomed across her face. "He...he said...?"
"Yeah!" Yotsuba said. "It was AWESOME!" She paused, then leaned forward. "He told me he was lyin' to those boys, and lyin's bad, but it's okay to lie to bad people."
"That's right, it is..." Fuuka said distractedly. "Ne, Yotsuba-chan? It's getting pretty late...I better take you home now, okay?"
"Okay," Yotsuba agreed.
* * * * *
"Ah, there you are, Yotsuba!" Koiwai called from the front door as he saw the little green-haired girl bound through the gate, followed by Fuuka. "I was worried about you, running outside so late."
"I just went to talk to Fuuka, Touchan!" Yotsuba replied, stepping out of her shoes and bounding into the house.
Fuuka walked up to the door. "Koiwai-san?"
Koiwai looked down at her. "Yeah?"
Fuuka reached up, took hold of the collar of his shirt, and pulled him down to her. She gave him a firm, sweet kiss on the lips.
When she let go, she bowed. "Thank you for defending my virtue...a~na~ta." Giggling, she walked back to the gate.
Koiwai stood for a long time, watching her, blinking dazedly. Then, he smiled faintly. "Anytime, Fuuka-chan," he whispered.
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