Night was falling on Renetta Gossen’s first day at Shokushu, and it couldn’t be more welcomed to the young woman. Even though she had slept through most of the plane ride, and had done little more than put away as much of her luggage as she could manage in one day, she felt exhausted. Being on this island was so new, so exciting. She was surrounded by so much opportunity, so much discovery. So much anxiety. The island was amazing - a tropical paradise by any definition. But it was the school that had her most interested.

As she’d hoped and feared, this place really was so much like high school. A private, virtue-minded, vaguely Japanese high school, granted, with dress codes and regulations and etiquette that she had little experience in, but high school all the same. Renetta’s high school days had been a never-ending disaster of self-doubt and anxiety. She’d made so many mistakes, done so many things she wished she could change. There was no changing the past, she knew, but this place was really so much like the home of her many failures. Maybe it really could be a fresh start.

Or… not. Renetta had come to this place with every intent of starting over and doing things right. She wouldn’t be a shy, awkward little loner anymore. She wouldn’t! But the moment she’d actually stood before the prospect of meeting the other girls, her anxiety had returned. Walking through the dorms, she’d kept to herself, kept her eyes to the floor. She’d even taken an hour to wander towards the athletic field, thinking that she might have a chance to talk to people on the track team. But when she’d arrived, all the girls there were all deeply engaged in their exercises or talking energetically with their friends. They all seemed so lively and athletic and… pretty. The idea of going up to them, especially a group of them, was daunting. In the end, she’d retired to her room, and eaten dinner alone.

After such a long day of discovery, wonderment, and self-defeat, she’s ready for bed. She had, at one point, thought it strange that a school would be so accommodating of a student starting in the middle of a semester, but she wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. As a consequence, however, she’s been stuck in a spare dorm by herself, no roommate until someone else shows up. On the upside, at least she has no problem dressing down for bed. She removes her choker and unbraids her soft brown hair, setting her accessories on the dresser. Then she pulls her white, patterned dress up over her head, leaving her in just a pair of white-and-blue-striped cotton panties. Her petite breasts and their perky brown nipples are exposed, as she doesn’t bother with a bra most of the time. There just isn’t enough mass there to be worth the trouble. She strokes a hand over them gently as she stares at them in the mirror, faintly conscious about their size. Just one more thing to add to the pile, she supposes.

Finally, she sheds her panties. Her soft folds of her shaven nethers and the smooth skin of her petite rear are exposed for a few moments, until an identical pair of panties cover them. She slips into her cotton pajamas, first sliding on her pants and then slipping into her open top, buttoning the front closed. She stands in front of the mirror, brushing her hair to a mild shine, free of tangles and dust. Finally ready, she moves to the bed. She sits on the edge for a moment, still thinking about the day’s events. She’s somewhat disheartened that she hasn’t accomplished anything so far. No track friends, no dinner buddies.

‘Not even a roommate,’ she sulks to herself as she stares at the bare bed across from her. Her head sinks for a moment, but then she shakes it. She’s not going to let herself be discouraged so easily. Tomorrow’s a new day, and she’ll do the best she can then. Repeating her mental pep-talk to herself several times, she slides beneath the covers and turns out the light beside her bed. Her pink eyes drift shut, and after several minutes she falls into a peaceful sleep.

Wraith had been having a great time breaking Kanoe. She was exhausted from the dreams and visions he was constantly inducing. But today, he felt like toying with someone new, a girl he'd never tried playing with before. New girls were always fun to mess with, especially if it meant turning them on to a kink they never knew they were interested in.

As he wanders the halls, he happens to see Renetta just arriving at her room. She looked like she could be fun. He quickly follows her, getting in just in time to see her changing clothes. She was quite a sight, even if she was not quite as developed as some of the other girls, but looks were not all that mattered. All he cared about was how perverted she was, or how perverted he could make her. Once she closes her eyes, he slips into her mind, causing her to feel a brief chill envelop her.

It was still too soon for her start dreaming on her own, so he starts creating one for her. Renetta would find herself in the showers in the locker room already naked to clean off after gym class. She is alone at first, but soon a student with long blonde hair and green eyes enters, removing a towel wrapped around her body. Naturally she was more developed than Renetta. She looks at her and gives a soft friendly smile as she steps over to a shower head and soaks her body.

Renetta is quiet as she cleans the dirt and sweat of gym class from her lithe body. The warm water feels nice on her skin - warm but not too hot to the touch, almost like a warm massage touching everywhere at once. Her hands draw soap up and down her arms before they run over her chest and down her midriff. Her sensitive chest tickles just slightly as she brushes over it, compounded by the feeling of the water. Her hands continue down her young body, scrubbing clean her rear and abdomen, before she bends over to clean her legs. Rivulets of warm water run down her thighs, leaving a pleasant sensation in their wake. As she stands back up, a part of her has an urge to hum to herself. She's thankful for her self-consciousness when she suddenly finds that she's not alone, however.

Another girl enters and discards her towel, stepping into the shower like it's no big deal. The girl smiles pleasantly at Renetta, and she manages a smile back. But all the same, a sudden anxiety washes over Renetta. This always happens when she's around other people she doesn't know. No matter how nice they seem, she always becomes immediately self-conscious about every little thing she says or does, wondering what they're thinking about her. And in this case, it doesn't help that she's actually as exposed as she feels. This is like a nightmare.

Worst of all, it didn't even help that the other girl is just as naked as she is. For, despite their equal states of undress, the other girl's figure is so much more... well, more. Nervously, Renetta glances at the girl again. She looks to her face, but seeing the girl not looking back at her, her eyes slowly lower over the girl's figure. Her eyes go down her own meager form for a moment, comparing the two in her mind, before she glances back at the other girl's body.

"Like what you see?" The girl suddenly says, noticing Renetta looking over her body. The girl didn't seem offended or put off in any way from being looked at by the other student. In fact, as she stood under the shower head, she does a couple of brief poses showing off more of her body to Renetta. If she turned away in embarrassment, the girl would quietly come up behind her and put her arms around Renetta in a gentle and loving hold, her breasts pressed against her back. "Hehe, you're so cute when you act shy. I'm willing to bet this is your first time being this way by another girl, isn't it? Do you like it?"

Renetta squeaks in surprise and embarrassment as she's caught peeking by the other girl. Her mind jumps into a panic, trying to come up with an explanation, but as she does, the girl's own words catch up with her.

"Like what you see?" That's what she'd said. Like it...

"L-l-like... No! I don't... I mean, no, you're very... I mean your body is... ah!" Renetta becomes more flustered by the second, trying to offer an explanation for her behavior without offending the other girl. Before she can even find her words, the girl turns towards her and starts posing, giving Renetta a full view of her every feature. And the more she sees, the more Renetta begins to question: Does she like what she sees?

The girl's body is fit but lean, a perfect blend of skin, fat, and muscle on her frame. Her legs are... shapely, running up and spreading out to make her wonderfully round rump. Her waist was toned and thin, and above it, her breasts... those breasts. They stood out prominently as she posed, soft, creamy mounds topped with pert, pink nipples. She's never found a girl's breasts so alluring before. Not that she'd ever really looked at a girls breasts, but... wait, why was she looking at them now?

Renetta spins away from the girl, bending over slightly and curling her arms in. She holds herself as she tries to collect her thoughts. "I'm sorry," she starts to say, "I wasn't trying to-" She gets no farther before the girl's arms wrap around her. And those wonderful breasts push into her back. They're as soft as they look, but their size makes them pleasantly firm. They're warm, though whether it's the heat of the water or the girl's body, she can't tell.

"...this is your first time being this way by another girl," she's saying. "Do you like it?"

'Being what way?' Renetta's mind screams. 'Looking at her breasts?' Staring - she'd been staring at her breasts. Why was she staring at that girl's breasts? And her legs. And her face. That's right, her face is nice, too. She's pretty. She can say that, can't she? A girl can be pretty. Or cute? Did she like it - her face, her breasts, her... body?

"I... I don't..." Renetta stammers. "I'm not sure what you mean. You're very pretty, if that's it." She's blushing brightly, hoping her words will appease the girl enough that she'll go back to her shower, an Renetta can run out and find the nearest hole in the ground to disappear into.

"No that's not what I mean hun, but don't worry. I just want to show you how much fun it can be to play with other girls. You know, like this..." The girl's hands move up gently cupping both of Renetta's breasts as she leans in more and kisses at her neck. "It can get lonely here since there's no guys. But I think you'll find another woman's company can be just as nice, if not more so." She whispers to Renetta as her fingers play with her nipples and give them soft pinches. "You really shouldn't worry so much about how your body looks compared to everyone else. If it makes you feel any better, I think you're very sexy and cute."

"Play with other... Eep!" Renetta squeaks loudly as the other girl begins to play with her small, sensitive breasts. Her hands go to cover herself instinctively, but only end up resting against the other girl's hands. She presses the hands softly with hers, but doesn't pull them away. She's reflexively self-conscious and shy, but a part of her body is immediately curious as those soft and dexterous fingertips dance over her chest. No one's ever touched her body this way - not even herself. The curiosity wins out, and she allows the girl to continue massaging her sensitive breasts. She moans cutely as the girl's lips press into her neck. Her arousal is groing, and she can feel her nipples growing harder, despite the warm air all around them.

The girl's words barely register to her. It's more her voice - a beautiful sound that dances in her ears like her fingers dance around her budding teats. She barely responds to the girl, but her mouth hangs open just a bit more. "This- this feels good," she affirms to her beholder, still not sure what that means, but increasingly sure she doesn't want it to stop.

"Mmmm that's right, just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make you feel pleasure the likes of which you've never felt before." The girl whispers, her lips now moving down to Renetta's shoulder. Soon one of her hands moves away from her breast and slowly down her body, making its way between her legs and softly running her fingertips over the innocent girl's sex.

Wraith stayed in control of the dream but kept himself hidden. This girl was so inexperienced she'd never even pleasured herself, which made him wonder how perverse he could turn her. It was a shame he couldn't ravage her in real life, not without possessing another student anyway. He hoped to change that sometime soon with Kanoe and Narissa's help.

"W-why do I... feel like this..." Renetta mumbls as the girl's lips traveled down the back of her neck to her shoulder. She moans sweetly, and then gasps as the girl's hand left her breast. "D...don't stop..." she almost whispers. Her own hand stays on her breast, trying to squeeze and massage it the way the other girl had done, to ultimately lesser effect. She can feel the girl's fingertips tracing lower and lower down her chest, and then across her stomach. It feels like those fingers are made of lightning, buzzing and tingling every inch of skin they touch. Finally, her fingers cross below her waist.

Renetta gasps as the fingers grace her pubic mound for only a second, and then moans loudly as the girl's fingers touch her sex. Her legs bend inward and she can't help but lean forward. The girl's hand has barely graced her nether lips, and already her head is swimming. The heat, the pleasure, the sound of her voice - all of it is building inside her in a way she's never felt before.

Although she sleeps soundly, Renetta's body is not unaffected by the dream. Her breathing is already growing shallower. Her cheeks flush, and beneath her pajama tops, her nipples are starting to harden.

"Oh don't you worry cutie. I have no intentions of stopping. You're just too much fun." Her fingers start to press more on Renetta's sex as they keep rubbing while her other hand keeps playing with her breast. Soon those fingers were running between those nether lips but not quite penetrating her just yet. "Mmm even with the shower going, you're still getting wet. Perhaps you've always wanted to be with another girl and simply didn't know it. I'm glad I got to be the one to show you what it's like. Tell me though, do you want your virginity left intact?"

Renetta moans as the girl becomes bolder with her moistening slit. Her fingers are a fire, scorching the very outer edges of her folds. She moans as the girl begins to speak. She is getting wet. She can feel it, starting to leak out of her with the fire inside. The girl's question...

"M-my virginity? Ah! W-what do you mean? I'm supposed to... I wanted to save it for someone special. I..." Arousal is becoming outright lust, and its clouding her senses, as well as her judgement. "It feels so good," she squeaks, her body tensing.

"Well, if you really want to keep it...but I won't be able to pleasure you as well because I can't go very deep." The girl's fingers begin to push further past those lip but eventually stop before reaching that barrier. She starts moving them in different directions keeping Renetta guessing so she can't become used to any kind of pattern. "So you're completely sure you want to stay a virgin? Don't you think someone should love you even if you're not a virgin when you first meet them? If that's all a person cares about, then they're not good enough for you."

Renetta doesn't know what to think. Everything is happening so fast. In just minutes, she's discovered an attraction to the female form she never knew she had, has felt pleasure she never knew she could, and now she has a stranger's finger inside her most private place. And yet, the girl's touch feels so good. She wants more of it. She can barely think past her desire. What she understands of the girl's words make sense. Why should she worry about something so trivial, and give up something so extraordinary.

She nods shyly. "You can do... whatever you want. Hnng! Just, please..." she can't find the words to ask the girl to continue, but hopes she gets the message.

The girl smiles hearing Renetta's answer and pushes her fingers in further, breaking through her hymen. She may have felt a little pain from this, but as the girl's fingers begin to piston in and out, it would gradually be replaced with pleasure. "I'm glad you changed your mind. This will be so much better now that I don't have to hold back. Are you having a good time?" There was no real need to ask that, but she loved hearing Renetta say how much she liked being pleasured and how she wanted more.

Renetta yelps as she feels the fingers tear away the thin membrane. There's pain, but she starts to forget it quickly as the girl's fingers move inside her. They feel so deep inside her, rubbing against her walls. She moans and leans backward into the girl, unable to stand unsupported. She feels the girl's breasts flatten into her back. "A good time" doesn't even come close. This is the most incredible thing Renetta's ever felt. Her hands instinctively move to her own crotch, unsure what to do but desperate for as much pleasure as she can get.

"Mmm," she moans, "it feels so good. Your fingers feel so good in... in my..." she blushes at the words that cross her mind.