Dreams I\'ll Never See

There's next to no Haruhi yuri fics, and Mikuru/Yuki especially is a damn good pairing. Title credits to Molly Hatchet.

Dreams I'll Never See
(Haruhi/Mikuru/Yuki)

I wish class wasn't so boring. All day long, hearing the same boring stories about the same boring things, and nothing interesting ever happened. We never talked about anything interesting, it was just dull. At least in the club room we could talk about exciting things happening, even if nothing ever did.

I started dozing off as I sat there, and can you blame me? It was dull. Nothing interesting. I may as well grab some extra sleep, especially since I was up late the night before reading up on some alien sightings that turned out to be fake. What a let-down.

I was about to rest my head down and get some serious sleep when the bell rang. Alright, class was over, sleep totally unnecessary. On to the club room, I guess. I packed my books away and started off.

"Kyon," I asked as I sidled up next to him. "I have an assignment for you."

"What?" Kyon asked, exasperated. I never got why he didn't share my enthusiasm for the club. One day, we were going to find a ghost, I promised, but his attitude wasn't helping matters much.

"I need you to help Koizumi get the supplies for this weekend. You'll have to miss out on your lunch, but it's for the benefit of the SOS Brigade!"

Kyon stared at me blankly before just shrugging, groaning, and walking off. Looks like it would just be me, Yuki, and Mikuru today.

I burst into the brigade room to find Yuki, as always, reading in the corner, and Mikuru, also as usual, cowering at the sight of me. She was almost as bad as Kyon, it seemed.

"Kyon will be helping Koizumi with supplies, which means it's just the three of us," I said as I walked over to Mikuru. "Now, let's get you into your maid outfit."

Mikuru put up the usual lax resistance as I pulled her across the room, working off her clothes. Then, a strange thing happened, a culmination of a few different factors resulting in a strange position. One hand grabbed hold of Mikuru's large, soft breast. Not unusual, but my other hand had accidentally cupped her groin underneath her skirt. I was shocked to feel that her panties were growing moist as my hand remained there for some time. To add to the effect, her leg was stretched out and resting between mine, and as she shifted uncomfortably in front of me, her leg brushed up against my privates, giving me a similar reaction.

It was strange. I had groped Mikuru so many times, but this time felt different. Her body suddenly felt warm against me, melting into my arms as I continued to grope her most sensitive of places. I didn't let go, even as she squirmed in my grip. In fact, I began to move my hands a little, kneading her breast and rubbing her crotch.

"Haruhi..." she whimpered as I continued to molest her. Even she could feel the increasing passion, she could tell it was different.

"Just be quiet, Mikuru, and let me take care of this. You don't have to change into your maid costume today; it'll be just us girls." I grabbed her plain, white cotton panties, pulling them down before placing my hand back on her vagina. She whimpered a little more, but this time it wasn't frightened, but strangely aroused. She was confused, but it was alright, I would guide her.

I slid a finger into her very slowly, feeling her moist canal slowly take in the whole finger. Mikuru now shook. I wondered if she had even masturbated, because all of these feelings seemed new to her. I felt adventurous then and let instinct take over. I leaned in and kissed the back of her neck as I began to rub her insides with the finger, exploring her tight little cunny.

"Haruhi, I don't think-ah!"

I slid two more fingers into her, cutting off her speech as my hand kneaded her boob with more intensity. It was like dough in my hands, for me alone to touch and squeeze. It was strange; I even chose her for her frame, but I never payed much attention to it. Strange; I found it suddenly very attractive. Her supple curves were so beautiful, and I was envious. I would just have to experience every inch of it another way.

My hand departed from her breast and began rubbing her body, mapping out every inch of her skin, her every angle, every nook and cranny. She continued to moan and whimper louder as I touched what was clearly very soft, neglected, sensitive skin. I began kissing further up, reaching her ear where, again on autopilot, I lightly pressed my teeth against her earlobe, and I could feel her getting wetter just from that.

"Looks like I've found Mikuru's spot," I said as I continued to lick her ear. My fingers pumped faster in and out of her body and she began to quiver intensely, like she was close to very powerful orgasm. How lucky her first was apparently so well delivered.

I turned her around. "Haruhi, I'm-" My lips threw themselves onto hers as my fingers slid in one last time. It was perfect timing; my fingers getting very wet inside of her the moment my tongue slid into her mouth. With my free hand on the back of her head, I kissed her passionately, enhancing her orgasm as she shook against me, not putting up a fight, but feeling things never felt before. Her eyes softened, the fear strangely vanishing from her face as the pleasure took over. She realized I wasn't trying to hurt her, trying to make her do something that, however right it was or for the benefit of the brigade, she didn't want to do. I was pleasuring her, and she warmed up to that.

We continued to kiss for several minutes, my fingers merely resting inside her. It was a deep kiss, a passionate one, one that Mikuru began to enjoy more as it went on. I even felt her hands work their way behind my back, pulling me in in an uncharacteristic show of dominance.

We finally broke our kiss only because I felt a third hand. For a second, I wondered if Mikuru had grown a third arm, but surprisingly, I wasn't disappointed to find out that wasn't the case.

Yuki stood in front of me. "I want to join you." I had totally forgotten about her in the mess of it all.

It was strange. Yuki never looked up from her books, never spoke. For her to get up from her chair, she must have wanted it real bad.

I put my free hand around her back and pulled her in while bringing Mikuru back into it. The blue-haired girl knew instantly what I was going for, even if Mikuru was confused when Yuki joined our kiss.

We broke away and began to take our clothes off. Mikuru, already having had an orgasm, did it without any real urgency, and I don't think Yuki's capable of urgency, so even I'd frantically thrown my clothes to the side and stood buck naked, they were still working their bras off, and panties in Yuki's case.

Looking at Yuki's body, hers was also strangely attractive, but in a different way. She was slight, with very little curves, but in a strange way it worked for her. Unlike Mikuru's bountiful rack, Yuki only had small bumps, but the bumps still looked...

I lost my train of thought as the blue-haired girl leaned in and took my breast into her mouth. The middle point between the two, I had some breast, but sadly not nearly as much as I may have liked.

I stepped back slowly, pulling Yuki with me, as she suckled from my nipple like a baby. It was a strange sensation, but not at all a bad one. Soon I lay on the table, Yuki on top of me, sucking. Our legs intermingled, our dripping cunts pressed together as she began to grind slowly against my body.

Also unexpected was Mikuru, who got down on her knees in front of us. I nearly screamed when I felt mine and Yuki's vaginas separated by the redhead's tongue. I squirmed beneath the bookworm as I got a double treatment from the two.

I placed my hands on Yuki's back and head, running it through her hair as she continued to lick my nipple, now treating the entire breast to her strangely talented treatment. She had to have had experience, because she worked with almost mechanical precision on my breasts. Meanwhile, Mikuru was working pretty damn well, adding her hands to the mix. She fingered both of us while alternating between our slits with her tongue. It was an incredible treatment I received, one I would have to get again. As the brigade leader, didn't I deserve it?

The room began to spin around us as they intensified their treatment. I felt like the whole world revolved around me, the sole focus of these girls' existence to keep me happy, and they were certainly doing a good job. My body pushed up, involuntarily, against Yuki, but she kept me pinned down, now sucking on my other teat. I wrapped my arms around Yuki, holding her tight against me, warmth radiating from her body and meeting with the fire in my veins, making it burn hotter as it tore through me.

I could hear the faint sounds of Mikuru eagerly lapping up mine and Yuki's fluids as the unmistakable sound of her fingers probing both our vaginas grew louder, her hands pumping them faster into us. Her tongue work became sloppier as she focused just on getting as much from our sopping wet pussies as possible into her mouth, but she also grew more frantic, more rapid, and I was just as happy with it, just so long as she kept the treatment up. Now wasn't the time to slack off, not when I was so close.

"Don't stop, I'm almost there," I moaned, pushing again against the blue-haired bookworm and pulling her closer as she looked up at me, her usually cold brown eyes showing a glint of affection as she began to massage my breasts, pulling herself up to place her lips firmly on mine. It was an incredible kiss, one so full of passion I couldn't believe it was Yuki's. The shock was all it took; my orgasm shook me as I screamed lustily into Yuki's mouth, shaking under her slight frame. I felt my juices rush out, only for Mikuru to lick them right from the source, each lick sending more pleasure through my body, adding to my overbearing orgasm. It was so beautiful, so lovely...

"I love you two," I sighed as the girls began to fade to white, as did the room.

"Miss Suzumiya, if you're going to sleep in my class, can you at least not disturb everyone else by sharing the content of your dreams?"

I sat up with a shock, a small puddle of drool on my desk and the entire room looking at me. It was all a dream. All of it. So I wasn't gay? Was that a good thing? I didn't know, but I felt a little puddle on my seat, just between my legs. I was extremely turned on. Maybe not as badly as in my dream, but still more than usual. Oh, this was going to be a long class.

But, much to my joy, the bell rang. The teacher just shook his head and dismissed us, and I packed up all my stuff.

"Kyon," I asked as I sidled up next to him. "I have an assignment for you."

"What?" Kyon asked, exasperated. I never got why he didn't share my enthusiasm for the club. One day, we were going to find a ghost, I promised, but his attitude wasn't helping matters much.

"I need you to help Koizumi get the supplies for this weekend. You'll have to miss out on your lunch, but it's for the benefit of the SOS Brigade!"

Kyon stared at me blankly before just shrugging, groaning, and walking off. Looks like it would just be me, Yuki, and Mikuru today. I rushed to the brigade room, curious to see how things would work in reality.
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I may do a sequel fic that shows what would happen if she actually attempted it with just Mikuru or Yuki. Or maybe I'll do a straightforward Mikuru/Yuki. I'm not sure yet, but the Haruhi section needs more yuri, and I intend to write some more soon.