Home Schooing

Disclaimer: I do not own Fruits Basket.

Home Schooling

Shigure lounged in the open doorway of his office attached to the engawa, looking out over the garden. The sky was blue, birds were singing, and the spring breeze was laced with the scent of gentle blooms. It was a perfect day to enjoy being alive.

A deep, cloudy sigh echoed through the afternoon. An irritated crease worked its way across Shigure’s brow. Try as he might, he couldn’t shake this feeling.

Shigure, horror of horrors, was depressed.

He wasn’t depressed for any of the good reasons he had to be depressed. No, he was depressed for an entirely selfish, petty reason.

It was his birthday, and he was feeling old.

Yes, he was only 29. He hadn’t even reached the dreaded “3-0” yet. But his own mortality was creeping up on him nonetheless. He’d found a gray hair this morning. And his back hurt from falling asleep at his desk again. And when he dramatically unveiled the cover of his most recent literary creation (okay, most recent erotic manga), Kyo looked at him over breakfast and rolled his eyes, stating wryly:

“Aren’t you a little old to be writing that crap?”

He had stammered only a little, and quickly went into his typical dramatic pose, decrying Kyo’s lack of culture, inflaming the hot-tempered cat into a satisfying furor. However, the comment kept rolling around in his head, especially in combination with the light giggle Tohru had contributed from the kitchen. Even his morning cup of tea and the sanctuary of his office provided no comfort.

To add to his day, Ayame had called that morning, flamboyantly and loudly proclaiming his birthday wishes to his ‘Gure. He was somewhat surprised at the dog’s morose responses.

“’Gure, you should not be so sad on your birthday. It is a cause for celebration!”

“Aya, I appreciate your thoughts, but I can’t avoid reality. My days of chasing schoolgirls and youthful womanizing are over. What nubile young woman is going to take me seriously with gray hair!”

“Ma, ma ‘Gure, you are overacting. You could always teach, ne? The girls get younger every year that way. Woo the young ones with a position of authority?”

Shigure pondered this for a moment, but sighed in resignation.

“That sounds like too much work Aya. Besides, I have some standards. No, I’m just destined to be left alone with my fiction.”

The line was silent.

“This will not do ‘Gure!” Aya suddenly cried, starting the seed of a headache in Shigure’s brain. “I will find a way to boost your spirits. Never fear, for my friendship shall deliver you from your sorrow!”

Shigure barely had time to respond before Ayame signed off to tackle his self-appointed task. Which led Shigure to find some asprin and the lunch that Tohru-chan had left for him.

Shigure thought back to the delightful lunch as he sulked. Tohru was truly a godsend for this house of Sohma, especially considering the residents lack of household skills. But she was also a curse for Shigure, as she was his fantasy schoolgirl made flesh. Petite, adorable, big trusting eyes, long brown hair, slender thighs, perfect round breasts. . .

He sighed again. He shouldn’t follow that train of thought today. Perfect Tohru had inspired so much fantasy-laced material for his books that he merely needed to dole them out to his editor in maddeningly slow intervals. That made some things easier, but he was still left restraining himself in Tohru’s presence. It wouldn’t do to scare the poor girl away after promising her refuge.

But Shigure’s inner pervert begged to differ.

Thoughts gloomier than ever, he leaned his head back and fell into a light sleep.

A light tapping at the shoji woke him from his nap. The late afternoon sun warmed the room considerably. Feeling lethargic from the warmth and his slumber, he did not rise to answer.

“Yes?”

“Shigure-san?”

Tohru. He sighed internally. He didn’t trust himself to face her today without fantasies taking over.

“Tohru-chan, could you put dinner aside for me tonight? I’m not quite hungry.”

There was a pause.

“Hai Shigure-san,” her voice paused, and he could almost hear her wringing her hands lightly. “But. . .”

“What is it?” he replied, trying to keep the testiness out of his tone.

“Um, Ayame-san asked me to give you a birthday present.”

“Of course. Leave it by the door, will you?” Anything to remove the torture of her sweet voice over his already strained nerves. There was a longer pause, and Sigure sighed in relief, slowly shifting to his knees to head towards the office door. He made it about halfway when her voice sounded quietly again.

“Sumimasen, Shigure-san, but I have to give you this present myself. Ayame-san said it would bring you happiness.”

Putting a weary hand over his eyes, he bent his head and sighed for what seemed the hundredth time today.

“Come in.”

The shoji shifted lightly in it’s track, open and then closed again. A light tentative step sounded, and then all he could hear was the nervous catch of her breathing. He raised his head to ask her to leave the present and go, but his breath caught at the vision before him.

Tohru was attired in one of Aya’s creations that had to have been made especially for him. Her long hair was pulled back on top with a white satin ribbon, the lower half left to trail in waves down her back. A closely tailored white sailor top adorned with a wide pale-blue collar plunged into an almost sinfully low V-neck. There was no modesty panel to shield the tops of her pale breasts from his view. Little lace frills and white ribbon trim accented the collar and turned cuffs of the short-sleeved garment. A pale-blue tie peeked from underneath the collar and almost hid the satiny buttons keeping the shirt closed. The little pleated skirt was pale blue like the shirt collar, and trimmed in the same frills and ribbon. It was much higher than the standard length, rising three inches above her knees. Her legs were clad in pristine white stockings, held just above the knee with matching pale blue ribbons. A dainty pair of white Mary Jane shoes were strapped on her feet, each adorned with a little blue bow.

She was the perfect schoolgirl, looking like she stepped right out of one of his perverted fantasies, right down to the pink blush dusting her cheeks and the shy glances she sent him through her long lashes. A warm heaviness began to settle in-between his legs. He stood stunned, unable to speak.

“Shigure-san?” He inhaled sharply, suddenly remembering to breathe. He coughed slightly and cleared his throat.

“Yes?” he managed, his voice thick.

“Ayame-san was very concerned about you. Does this make you happy?”

He felt the heaviness increase at her words.

“Oh yes,” he said huskily, battling internally for control over his rebelling body.

“Good,” she said, smile beaming from her innocent face.

“Oh,” she continued, brow furrowing slightly. “Ayame-san asked me to give you a message as well, but it didn’t make much sense. Perhaps it will to you?”

He was silent, and she apparently took that as her cue to continue.

“He said to tell Shigure-san that you can teach Tohru-chan a lesson to help you decide what to do, so you can get used to being in a position of authority. I’m confused though, as to what Shigure-san would want to teach me.”

The innuendo in Aya’s message and the inspiring vision in front of him caused the last vestiges of his conscience to fade into the recesses of his mind. Aya knew him well – he couldn’t deny himself this opportunity.

He slowly approached Tohru, towering over her small form.

“Tohru-chan, do you trust me?” he said smoothly in low tones.

He heard her breath catch a little, and a lovely blush spread across her cheeks and nose.

“Yes, Shigure-san.”

He drew his hand up and slowly caressed from her temple down to her ear with his fingers, cupping her face lightly. He snared her wide eyes with his.

“Do you want me to teach you a lesson?” He lowered his face closer towards hers. “I promise it will feel good.”

Her eyes widened more, and the blush spread further down her neck and towards her chest.

“I-if you want to teach me, Shigure-san, then I am happy to learn.”

His erection jumped to life at her words as she blithely put her innocence in his hands. He placed his other hand on her shoulder, and leaned his face down so their noses almost touched.

“You must do exactly as I say. Can you be a good girl and follow this rule Tohru-chan?” He breathed her name gently in warm puffs onto her skin. She shivered slightly under his hands.

After a moment she gave the barest of nods, and he grinned.

“Good.”

Shigure kept his eyes firmly on hers as his lips brushed hers gently. When they did not waver, he kissed her more firmly, drawing her mouth to his with the hand on her chin. Her lips were petal soft, and moved carefully under his sensual caress.

Wanting more of her softness, he nibbled at her bottom lip lightly. She didn’t respond first, looking at him with even larger eyes.

“Open for me Tohru-chan,” he said lowly, eyes sensual and half-lidded. Her lips parted slightly in compliance.

He slowly took advantage of the breach in her defenses, lightly darting his tongue inside her mouth to draw hers to him. When she responded with the barest of brushes, he used his thumb on her chin to part her lips further and take complete control over her warm cavern.

Shigure groaned at her sweet taste, pure like mint and honeysuckle. He ran his hand from her chin to the back of her head to guide her more to his liking. The hand on her shoulder drew down to her waist, brushing past the satiny ruffles on the sailor top. He continued to kiss her with deep, languid strokes, delighted when his patient efforts were rewarded by her shy responses.

Tohru stood still in his arms, only moving to respond to his kisses. Her hands held tightly onto each other in front of her, clenching with an unknown emotion. He pulled back to look at her. Her lips were swollen from his attentions, and her face was now completely flushed deep red. She was unreal in how adorable, how entirely claimable, she was.

He looked at her flushed visage, seeing an unspoken question in her eyes. He kissed her lightly on the mouth again, and placed warm, nipping kisses along her jaw and to her ear.

“Do you have a question for sensei, Tohru-chan?” he blew over her ear, delighting in how she jumped in his almost-embrace. She whimpered oh so quietly as he nibbled her ear lightly around her simple earring.

“I. . .I don’t know what to do Shigure-san,” she said breathlessly. “Please, tell me.”

Thousands of possibilities blurred through his head with astonishing speed, some that could not happen because of the damned curse. His erection pulsed again, but he forced down the need to claim her for just a little while longer. He had to make this last.

“Tohru, Tohru, you must trust your sensei,” he murmured into her ear. “I’ll tell you exactly what I want you to do. Okay?”

She nodded against his head, and he pulled back to cup her face with both hands, kissing her deeply. She stumbled a little and gave that lovely whimper as he pulled away, and he smirked in satisfaction. Releasing her, he took a step back.

After drinking in her now rumpled outfit, Shigure issued his command in low tones.

“Take off your shirt for me. Slowly.”

Tohru bit her lip and reached hesitantly for the blue tie under the collar.

“You must do it well to get your reward Tohru-chan,” he said, a dark promise evident in his words. She licked her lips and continued, hands more sure.

The knot in the silky fabric came undone quickly, and she pulled the tie from under the collar with both hands, eyes not leaving his. She held it out to him.

“Drop it.”

“But, it’s so pretty . . .”

Shigure folded his arms and raised one eyebrow in a very teacher-like gesture. She lowered her eyes and let the tie fall from her hands onto the floor.

He nodded, and she slowly unfastened the satin buttons on the front of her top. Inch by inch, more beautiful skin was revealed to his hungry eyes. She pulled the top apart with her delicate fingers, and let it slide off her slender body to the floor.

Shigure almost drooled at her erect nipples showing through simple white cotton bra that she wore underneath. It was so innocent, so Tohru, so incredibly perfect. He was having a hard time not grabbing her and crushing her to him, even though that would effectively end their encounter.

He stepped up to her again, and placed his warm hands on her almost bare shoulders. He kissed her again, this time not bothering with slow preludes. She tipped her head to accommodate him immediately, and responded almost eagerly to the strokes of his tongue with ones of her own.

He slipped his hands from her shoulders to cup both breasts, drinking in the light moan that uttered from her lips. Her perky breasts fit perfectly in his hands, and he rolled the tight nipples with his fingers through her thin cotton bra. She arched just a little into his touch, obviously mindful of their closeness.

He pulled away after a while, leaving both of them panting lightly. Her eyes were getting heavy from his kisses, and she seemed almost ready for him to take it further. One more test.

“Very good Tohru-chan, you are a fast learner,” he purred. “Do you think you can handle an advanced lesson?”

“Yes, please Shigure-san,” she responded eagerly. He chuckled and kissed her again.

Once she was weak-kneed again, he lowered them gently onto their knees. He turned his zaisu chair around from in front of his worktable to face her, and settled back against it. She remained kneeling obediently, waiting for his next instruction. He waved her to him.

“Undo my obi and open my yukata, Tohru-chan.”

She blushed furiously at his words, but started to stand to come to him. He held up a hand.

“Hands and knees Tohru.”

She swallowed and complied. Shigure’s eyes turned almost feral at the sight of her crawling towards him, hair and body swaying gently with the movement. His erection hardened fully, creating an impressive tent in his yukata.

Dainty fingers, shaking only slightly, picked open the obi knot and gently dropped the ends on either side of his body. Starting at his neck, she carefully parted the garment, stroking his chest lightly as she went. Her hands faltered a bit as she reached his waist, but continued on, completely flushed.

Tohru gasped a little as she uncovered his erect penis. She pulled back slightly, but Shigure grabbed her hand, placing it around the velvety hardness. He grit his teeth at the wonderful sensation, and worked to keep his cool.

“Stroke it, Tohru-chan. It loves to be touched.”

He released her wrist, and almost jumped for joy when she didn’t remove her hand. Ever so slowly, she moved her little fist up and down, squeezing lightly. His head rolled back as she brushed over the tip on a downward stroke, and he groaned loudly. She stopped suddenly.

“Don’t stop, Tohru, go faster.”

She complied, bracing one hand on his leg and moving the other faster on his throbbing shaft, repeating her touches on the head and length. It felt so unbelievably good. He could come all over her hand and be a happy man. But he was greedy, and wanted more.

He clamped a hand on her wrist again, breathing heavily to regain a bit of composure.

“Did I do okay?” Tohru asked, voice filled with concern.

“Oh yes. I just decided to give you your final exam.”

As he leaned up to take her lips again, he idly wondered if her skin would stain from being so pink for so long. It would be quite the reminder of this afternoon.

“Tohru-chan, are you ready for your last lesson?” She nodded fervently in response. “You must stay how I want you, is that clear?” She nodded again.

Moving up to his knees, he turned her around and onto all fours again. Not only did he prefer this position, but there was less chance for accidents this way. And he got the perverse pleasure of taking her with her frilly skirt hiked over her smooth back.

Tohru jumped a little as he touched the back of her thighs. Slowly, he drew his fingers up, kneading in small circles as he progressed towards her skirt. He smoothly drew both hands up, bringing the layers of pleats and ruffles with them.

He almost came when he saw her panties, adorned with frolicking puppies. Aya certainly paid attention to details. He drew them of in one motion, tossing them onto the floor with her shirt. He couldn’t resist caressing her creamy backside before reaching in front of her hip to tease her wet folds.

Tohru jerked up when his fingers touched her slick center. He pushed her back down with a hand on her back.

“Stay put Tohru, or this lesson is over.”

“Please, don’t stop,” she said, and he swelled with male pride at the need in her voice.

He continued to stroke her faster, and she bucked lightly into his palm. Flicking talented fingers along her clitoris, he heard her breath begin to hitch and her body start to shake in pleasure. He positioned himself at her entrance with his free hand, and entered her swiftly when she gave a surprised cry at her climax.

Her body was tight, wet, and pure heaven stroking around his shaft. Her walls clenched him almost painfully as she rode out her first climax. He held still for a moment, and then began stroking slowly in and out, prolonging her pleasure.

His hands gripped her hips as he thrusted, entranced by the swing of her hair, the movement of her body, and the feel of her warmth encasing him. Unable to hold back any longer, he thrust into her faster and faster, until she cried out again and squeezed him tightly. He came hard into her willing body, and swore he saw stars.

Shigure came back to himself leaning back on his haunches, hands on her hips holding him still within her. He released her slowly, groaning at the feel of her slickness sliding along his waning erection. She was breathing heavily in front of him, skirt and stockings askew, just barely covering what they were supposed to.

Tohru sat up shakily and met his glazed eyes. She smiled tentatively at him.

“Did I pass Shigure-sensei?” she said, eyes full of laughter and satisfaction.

“Oh yes, with flying colors and plenty of stars.”

“Oh good,” she responded, and slowly drew the fanciful uniform shirt around her, buttoning the top. He drew his yukata back around him, tying the belt unconsciously from years of practice.

She rose to leave, and he spotted her panties on the floor.

“Tohru-chan,” he called, picking them up and holding them out to her. “Tell Aya that the puppies were a nice touch.”

She blushed prettily at his words and took them, looking down. She started towards the door, and stopped as she opened it.

“Actually, Shigure-san, those are mine. I wore them because it was your birthday.” She gave him a strange little smile as she closed the shoji. “I hope you liked your present.”

He stared after her, not bothering to pick his jaw up off the floor.