Meme Kakure | The 100 Girlfriends Who Really Really Really Really Really Love You

The afternoon sun, filtered through the sheer curtains of a cozy, flower-filled room, cast a warm, honeyed glow over Meme Kakure. She sat on the edge of a plush, velvet chaise lounge, her index finger tracing the delicate lace trim of her school uniform skirt. A blush, as soft as the petals of the roses adorning the nearby vase, bloomed across her cheeks. This was it. The moment she’d both eagerly anticipated and nervously dreamed about. Rentaro Aijou, the boy who had captured her heart with his unwavering love and boundless affection, was about to share a private afternoon with her, just the two of them, amidst the gentle hum of the city outside and the even softer beat of her own heart.

Meme, usually so composed and studious, felt a tremor of unfamiliar excitement coursing through her. Her brunette hair, usually meticulously tied back, had a few stray strands framing her face, as if mirroring the delightful disarray of her emotions. She smoothed down the fabric of her skirt, a familiar gesture that now felt charged with a new significance. The air itself seemed to hum with unspoken desire, a palpable tension that tightened her chest and made her breath catch in her throat. She imagined Rentaro’s gentle smile, his earnest eyes, and the way he always looked at her as if she were the most precious thing in the world. Today, she wanted to be that precious thing, and more. She wanted to be utterly, completely his.

A soft knock echoed through the room, a sound that jolted Meme and sent a fresh wave of heat flooding her body. Her heart leaped. It was him. Rentaro. Taking a deep, fortifying breath, she rose, her movements graceful yet tinged with a nervous energy. She smoothed her skirt once more, the fabric whispering against her thighs, and opened the door. There he stood, his presence filling the doorway, his usual confident aura softened by a tender, expectant gaze. A genuine, heart-melting smile spread across his face as his eyes met hers, a smile that spoke volumes without a single word. He held a small, intricately wrapped gift in his hand, a silent offering of affection.

“Meme,” Rentaro’s voice was a warm caress, sending shivers down her spine. “I’m glad you agreed to spend this time with me.” He stepped inside, his gaze lingering on her, taking in her flushed cheeks and the almost imperceptible tremble of her lips. He could see the unspoken emotions swirling in her eyes, the gentle yearning that mirrored his own. The afternoon had been planned meticulously, a quiet, intimate escape from their usual bustling lives, a chance to deepen the bond that had already woven itself so intricately between them. He held out the gift. “This is for you. A little something to commemorate our time together.”

Meme accepted the gift with trembling fingers, her gaze never leaving Rentaro’s. The wrapping paper was a deep, luxurious crimson, tied with a satin ribbon. She fumbled with the knot for a moment, her nerves making her clumsy. Rentaro chuckled softly, his hand gently covering hers, guiding her fingers. “Here, let me.” His touch was electric, sending a jolt of pure pleasure through her. As he untied the ribbon, he met her eyes, his smile deepening. “I wanted to give you something that would remind you of… us.” The way he said “us” was imbued with such profound love that Meme felt tears prick at the corners of her eyes. She managed a shaky smile. “Thank you, Rentaro. It’s beautiful.”

Inside the box, nestled on layers of tissue paper, was a delicate silver locket. It was simple, elegant, and engraved with a tiny, intertwined rose and a single, perfectly formed teardrop. Meme gasped, her breath catching. “It’s… it’s perfect.” She clutched it to her chest, her heart swelling with emotion. This was more than just a gift; it was a tangible symbol of their shared feelings, a promise whispered in metal and design. Rentaro stepped closer, his gaze now more intense, more possessive. The playful tenderness in his eyes was slowly being replaced by a raw, undeniable desire that mirrored the burgeoning fire within Meme.

“Meme,” he murmured, his voice now a low rumble that vibrated in the air between them. He reached out, his fingers gently brushing a stray strand of hair from her cheek. The simple gesture sent a wave of heat through her, her skin tingling at his touch. “You look… so beautiful today.” His gaze drifted down, lingering on the curve of her neck, the gentle slope of her shoulders, and finally, to the hem of her skirt. Meme felt her blush deepen, a delicious warmth spreading through her entire body. She knew, with a certainty that thrilled her to the core, that this afternoon was about to unfold into something far more intimate than she had dared to imagine.

“And you, Rentaro,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes locking with his. “You always look so… loving.” The word hung in the air, a bridge between their whispered confessions and the unspoken desires that now pulsed between them. Rentaro’s hand traced the line of her jaw, his thumb caressing her lower lip. The innocent touch sent a wave of electricity through her, a stark contrast to the powerful longing that was beginning to consume her. Her body felt heavy, pliant, and ready for his every touch. She leaned into him, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment, savoring the intoxicating closeness.

Rentaro’s gaze was a physical caress, burning into her very soul. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes, the unspoken plea, and the burgeoning passion that he ignited with every breath. He slowly, deliberately, cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her flushed cheeks. “Meme,” he said, his voice laced with a raw, masculine urgency. “I’ve wanted this for so long.” He closed the small distance between them, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and demanding. It started softly, a gentle exploration, but quickly deepened, fueled by weeks of longing and unspoken desires. Meme responded with an eagerness that surprised even herself, her arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer, her body pressing against his.

The kiss was a prelude, a promise of the passion that was to come. Their lips parted, and Rentaro trailed kisses down Meme’s neck, his breath warm against her skin. Each touch sent a cascade of shivers through her, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He nuzzled against the delicate skin of her collarbone, his lips finding the pulse point that throbbed with her racing heart. “You feel so good,” he murmured against her skin, his voice rough with desire. Meme arched her back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands moved from his neck to his shoulders, her fingers tangling in his hair, holding him closer.

Rentaro’s gaze was like a burning ember as he looked back at her, his eyes full of a hunger that made her heart pound even faster. He slowly, deliberately, began to unbutton her uniform, his fingers brushing against her skin with each movement. Meme watched him, her breath held captive in her chest, a mixture of trepidation and intense excitement coursing through her. The buttons gave way one by one, revealing glimpses of the creamy skin beneath. As the fabric parted, Rentaro’s eyes widened, a soft groan escaping his lips. He was captivated by the sight of her, the delicate curve of her breasts peeking through the lace of her bra.

Meme’s skirt felt suddenly too tight, too restrictive. She fidgeted, her hands instinctively going to the hem, a silent plea for him to continue. Rentaro understood. With a slow, deliberate motion, he reached for the waistband of her skirt. The fabric slid down her hips, pooling around her ankles, revealing the delicate lace of her panties. Meme stood before him, her body trembling with anticipation, the afternoon sun illuminating her flushed skin. She felt exposed, vulnerable, yet undeniably powerful as Rentaro’s gaze devoured her. The air in the room thickened, charged with an electric current that crackled between them.

Rentaro’s hands were gentle as he caressed her hips, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her. He knelt before her, his gaze lifting to meet hers. “You are so beautiful, Meme,” he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. He unfastened her panties with practiced ease, the soft fabric falling away to reveal her bare skin. Meme gasped, a thrill of pure, unadulterated arousal shooting through her. She felt the warmth of his gaze, the potent desire radiating from him, and her own body responded with an intensity that was almost overwhelming. She spread her legs slightly, an unspoken invitation.

Rentaro’s lips met her inner thigh, and Meme cried out, her fingers digging into his shoulders. His kisses were tender at first, then grew more passionate, more demanding. He traced the delicate lines of her anatomy with his tongue, igniting fires she hadn’t known existed. Meme writhed beneath him, her hips tilting instinctively, seeking more of his touch. Her breath came in ragged gasps, her mind a haze of pure sensation. She felt herself spiraling closer and closer to the edge, her entire being focused on the exquisite pleasure he was bringing her.

“Rentaro…” she moaned his name, her voice a desperate plea. His tongue delved deeper, exploring every sensitive inch, and Meme’s body convulsed. A piercing scream of pleasure ripped from her throat as she climaxed, her body trembling uncontrollably. She clung to him, her senses reeling, the aftershocks of her orgasm rippling through her. Rentaro held her steady, his own arousal a testament to her exquisite response. He looked up at her, his eyes blazing with a mixture of triumph and adoration.

As Meme’s breathing began to slow, a new, insistent craving began to bloom within her. She looked at Rentaro, her eyes still shimmering with pleasure, and a daring thought took root. She gently pulled him to his feet, her hands still trembling. “Rentaro,” she whispered, her voice laced with a newfound boldness. “I want more.” His eyes widened slightly, a flicker of surprise and an even greater spark of desire igniting within them. He saw the change in her, the awakened sensuality that was now radiating from her.

Meme’s gaze dropped to his trousers, her fingers hovering over the button. “I want to feel you inside me,” she said, her voice a low, husky purr. Rentaro’s breath hitched. He had always known Meme was special, but this… this was a whole new level of intimacy. He watched as she unbuttoned his trousers, her movements slow and deliberate, her eyes never leaving his. The revealing of his hard length sent a fresh wave of heat through her. She knelt before him again, her gaze filled with a raw, uninhibited lust.

“Open for me, Rentaro,” she whispered, her hand reaching out to gently grasp his penis. He let out a guttural groan, his body tensing. Meme’s touch was both reverent and demanding, her fingers stroking his shaft with a surprising confidence. She brought him to her lips, and Rentaro cried out, his hands tangling in her hair, urging her on. The feel of his hardness in her mouth was an intoxicating sensation, a promise of the deep connection they were about to share. She took him deeper, her tongue exploring, teasing, building the pressure until Rentaro’s body shuddered with the force of his imminent release.

“Meme… no… wait…” he gasped, his voice strained. But Meme was lost in the rapture of the moment, her instincts taking over. She continued, her movements growing more insistent, until Rentaro’s control shattered completely. With a roar of pure pleasure, he climaxed, his body arching, his seed filling her mouth. Meme swallowed, the taste of him an overwhelming, deeply satisfying experience. She held him close as his tremors subsided, her heart overflowing with a new kind of love, a love that was both tender and fiercely passionate.

When Rentaro finally pulled away, his eyes were shining with unshed tears of joy and overwhelming emotion. He looked at Meme, at her flushed cheeks and the satisfied glint in her eyes, and knew that their bond had reached a new, profound depth. He gently lifted her, carrying her to the chaise lounge. The afternoon sun still bathed the room in its golden light, but the atmosphere had shifted, becoming heavy with the lingering scent of passion and the quiet contentment of shared intimacy. He laid her down, his gaze never leaving her face.

“Meme,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you.” He leaned down, kissing her softly, a kiss that spoke of adoration and a love that was now, undeniably, a hundred times stronger. He began to explore her body again, this time with a renewed tenderness, a reverence for the woman who had so willingly surrendered herself to him. He traced the curves of her breasts, his lips lingering on her nipples, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from her.

“I want to feel you, Meme,” he murmured against her skin, his gaze burning with desire. He shifted his weight, positioning himself between her legs. Meme’s eyes widened, a thrill of anticipation coursing through her. She felt a deep, primal longing to be filled by him, to be joined with him on a level that transcended mere physical sensation.

“Yes, Rentaro,” she breathed, her voice trembling with anticipation. “Please.” He entered her slowly, tentatively at first, his body pressing against hers. Meme gasped, her body instinctively arching to receive him. The feeling of him filling her was incredible, a sensation of profound connection that sent shivers of pleasure through her. Rentaro’s eyes met hers, and in that shared gaze, they both knew this was more than just sex; it was a spiritual union, a melding of two souls.

He began to move, slowly at first, then with increasing urgency. Each thrust was a testament to his love, his passion, his desire for her. Meme cried out, her body responding to his rhythm, her hips meeting his with an instinctual grace. She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every inch of him. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room, a symphony of moans and gasps that echoed their deepening connection. The afternoon sun cast long shadows across the room, marking the passage of time, but for Meme and Rentaro, the world outside ceased to exist.

Rentaro’s movements became more powerful, more demanding. He could feel Meme’s climax approaching, her body tensing, her breath coming in ragged gasps. He pushed deeper, his own release building with an unstoppable force. He gritted his teeth, his gaze locked with hers, wanting to share this ultimate moment of intimacy with her. “I love you, Meme!” he cried out, his voice raw with emotion, as he thrust deep within her one last time, his seed flooding her. Meme screamed his name, her body convulsing around him, her own climax merging with his in a spectacular explosion of pleasure. They held each other tightly, their bodies slick with sweat, their hearts beating as one, the aftershocks of their shared orgasm rippling through them. The room was silent now, save for the soft sound of their breathing and the gentle thumping of their hearts, a testament to the profound and passionate connection they had forged. Meme nestled into his chest, her body utterly spent but her soul completely fulfilled. Rentaro held her close, his kisses gentle against her hair. They had found a deeper level of love, a passion that would bind them together, not just as two of Rentaro’s girlfriends, but as souls who had found their perfect match in a moment of pure, unadulterated bliss. The memory of their encounter, of the skirt that had been shed, the pussy that had been filled, and the creampie that had sealed their intimacy, would forever be etched in their hearts, a symbol of their enduring and passionate love.