Fukakouryoku: Redux

[The next station is Meguro, Meguro. The doors on the right side will open.]

That was the last thing I had paid attention to. Three-fourths of the way through, I kept repeating to myself, “I shouldn’t have enrolled in this program.” It was either this or another temporary work—a rock and a hard place. Having only a token crowd to walk through, given the mild day. After a few streets and three flights of stairs, I was now beside Sakura, and her hands were on my leg. I tried not to mind it, leaning toward my laptop as I typed away over our combined report. Yet, she leaned closer, and growing up coed, this just felt a little too much. We hadn’t had much to drink, not a whiff of alcohol—it was too early for that. We had just taken a late post-lunch. Snacks, all snacks.

I just needed to be polite. I strung my sentences for her and the keyboard, and typed, asking.

“What’s with your hand?”

“Hm?” Sakura answered. I knew she heard me.

She was surprisingly cocky about it, too. For all her calm nature, she was jogging that line well. Even Shinjuku’s best nanpas, sleazeballs they were, would be little match to her when she flirted, confident that anybody would eventually give in. I just needed to take a chance. A token resistance. Though I had done myself a favor before I left. Even in her own private space, I was not counting much on her. Denial. The more conscious brain wanted to make it awkward, even if the more primitive part of it thought that if Sakura moved her hands further, I wouldn’t be too critical.

“You seem a bit tense,” Sakura noted. Feeling her fingers press a bit, was I?

“It’s your hand.”

Sakura turned to look at me, teasing with a smug expression on her face. We had done group work before, and the gesture was not exactly unusual. Though it was a bit strange for her to do it now, how flirty of her, in her apartment on a gloomy Friday afternoon. I had signed myself out of a relationship for some time now, and so had she. She had my guard down, disarming me, hands up, caution to the wind. Her large eyes were scanning me, creeping, waiting. Rubbing my fingers over the keyboard, she knew I was thinking about taking her bait. The cards were all in my favor, lest she might lend me a cold shoulder from here on, so I considered myself hungry.

“Want to take a break?”

“Sounds nice.”

I just sat there, now with my attention on Sakura, not entirely frozen, thinking whether I should lean into her lips or not. She huffed and smiled before doing it herself. I then realized that my lips were dry, hers weren’t. Pushing herself forward, it seemed more trivial as she made it even. Her hands slide up and cup over my crotch, slightly recoiling at the sensation of a classmate being this bold to advance so early. Then again, it was a break; it was supposed to be quick. Facing my chair away from my desk, I didn’t break away as we both leaned into one another. Feeling her tongue with mine, smooches breaking the white, lulling noise of the room. It had not even been a minute since she initiated. What happened to all that talk of making things awkward?

“Don’t be so loud,” I whispered, sliding my hands up her thigh now, “There’s a family next door. Isn’t it?”

Her big eyes were distracting, dazzling me, as her hands slid up my body. It took her a second to reply. Flashing a smile, her tongue stuck out the side before responding in a whisper.

“I like that better.”

Continuing, my hands squeezed every part of Sakura I could. Though just as she was groping between my legs, I slid my hands into her shirt. She didn’t seem to mind, even hearing a faint moan leave her as I squeezed her tits. It was an ordinary bra. I squeezed some more, feeling fuller than I thought, or maybe just thirsty. I felt my pants tightening in return as she began to trace my hardening shaft through my thin pants. Rubbing ever so slowly as we made out. Yet, just as I was about to invite her to kneel then and there, moving ourselves to her bed. The chairs had become too limiting.

In a twist, I was the one lying on the bed. Sakura pushed me downward, propped by my arms, sliding her hands on as she mounted me. I wondered why she looked at me like that when, in reality, I wasn’t much. Leaning down to make out, more torridly now, that I could feel her warmth on my crotch as she grinded slowly, perhaps as a prelude to things to come. Both of us wearing smoother clothes did help make things easier. Satisfied with our lips now, it was again her turn to push things. She took herself off and pulled me to the end of the bed, my feet on the ground as she knelt between my legs.

Seeing as my pants had no zipper, the only real way was off. Hands on the hem, Sakura was already pulling down just as I was pulling the tie off my pants. Only a few seconds separated that and my cock springing free from my boxers, not even letting me slide my pants off completely. Only half-erect, she smiled at it as she tied her hair. Without hesitation, she caught my tip between her lips. Her hand sliding up to my balls to cup them, and pulling at my foreskin, left my tip only at the mercy of her tongue, cradling it as she rolled it around. A solid shaft greeted her in return.

Stroking my cock, she asked, “Does it take you a while to get hard?”

I, bravely, asserted not. Honestly, I was just waiting for Sakura to take me in her mouth. A little faster now, she quipped again. Sticking her tongue out to let some spit drip. My reply had a tinge of impatience to it; dry beating just wouldn’t cut it.

Sakura smiled, complying as she did so. Parting her lips, hand on my balls, as no sooner than she stared, her head bobbed on my cock. Getting harder in her mouth while hollowing her cheeks and letting her saliva just slide down. Hearing a gag or two as she forced herself to reach the end. Her eyes turned to meet mine as she would go through my length, gawk, making quick work of me, gawk. Before letting me go with a pop, stroking me for a few seconds before taking me again. My cock began to twitch in her mouth; she knew her cue.

I leaned forward some more. Sakura adjusted herself to my cock, the up-and-down motion of earlier now back-and-forth. All in an effort to extend myself, my hands slid down her shirt and grabbed at her tit, kneading at it. Looking further down, another advantage of her loungewear became apparent. Squatting, her free hand was inside her shorts, the fabric leaving little to the imagination as her two fingers writhed under it. My balls hung and felt softer in her hands as she softly massaged them. Her mouth’s fluids I could feel trickling down and touching her palm. It had turned into a messy affair, and to think, only a few minutes had passed.

Sticking herself down one last time, Sakura’s neck craned, struggling a bit, yet sucking hard as she pulled before a loud pop. Hand on my cock now, she stroked me, satisfied with herself. Huffing, she swallowed twice before collecting her words.

“Well, that’s nice, isn’t it?”

I just nodded, not wanting to say any more. Standing up, she slid her own shorts down. Giving me a view of her pussy, already somewhat wet by her own fast fingers.

“Wait, let me,” I said as I put my hands on her hips and pulled Sakura to me. My best imitation at lifting her shirt up on one hand, the other around her thighs. My kisses on her tummy made her feel ticklish, and she giggled as my lips met her toned, flat stomach, even if it was just a brief touch.

She was telling me to wait, though mirroring her haste as I leaned to lick her pussy. By the time I heard her, I was tasting salt on my tongue. Feeling her shuddering, spreading her legs, sliding her hips a little upward to make it easier. Caressing her thigh, she didn’t stop me, and could only groan as I stuck a finger in. Looking up to see her meeting my gaze, running my fingers through my hair. Using my other hand to pull her close, I couldn’t tell if what I was doing was right, though, given how easily it slid in, it seemed so. Maybe, mindful of my unattended cock, I felt her pulling away. Now she was really telling me to stop—I thought it wasn’t fair.

“Alright, enough of that,” Sakura said as she leaned down, pulling me out by the wrist. Even as we understood it was casual, she kissed me. It was carnal. Loveless. Asking me if I had a condom after. Unrolling it, then stroking me for a bit. Ideally, just not too hard. Lastly, straddling, she pushed me down.

“Let me ride you until I cum.” Sakura said, following “Is that okay?”

I just nodded. It was just a break, after all. Feeling the sheets shuffle as she placed her weight on it, both her hands arrived at my shoulder, both of us taking a breath as I felt my tip kiss her lips. Not even sliding it to tease, barely any time to look down, obscured by her shirt, she essentially slammed herself down. A moan left her, a long exhale for me, as I filled her. I felt myself tense up and lean further backward as she began to move.

Yet from how Sakura was breathing, her eyes were locked on me the entire time. She was just as tense and was being undone. Holding her up straight, I squeezed her ass. I was calm, sure, but I needed to attempt to be, having been a while for myself. I tried to ignore that a tight woman, a classmate no less, was on top of me, slowly picking up her pace. I felt her warmth as her walls hugged me, her wetness helping make it easier for her. Though it seemed she was catching her breath as much as she was moaning, eyes fluttering, mouth hanging open. Was it an attempt to quiet herself?

“Are you okay?”

Sakura just nodded, stating the quiet part aloud, “It’s just been a while.”

I wasn’t moving, but being tight, it made it much harder to hold myself off. Yet, I didn’t want to leave her wish unfulfilled. Telling her to stop, I pushed us back, a side effect of which thrust me balls deep inside. Lying down, my legs barely up on the bed, she switched into a grind. Our eyes rolled back almost at the same time as my toes curled. I shut my eyes and let the electric feeling take over, before finding myself staring at the ceiling, then her. It was something we hadn’t felt for some time. I held her by her hips. Keeping herself upright, as my gut began to twist, the pressure of her bearing down was starting to get to me. I held my breath by just a bit, a long contrast to the groaning woman on top of me.

Perhaps I should be the one to help Sakura cum. Hiking my legs up, I pushed her forward, our thighs meeting as I began to thrust from below. Shrieking, arching her back a bit as she paused, holding her by the hip while her ass recoiled and rippled against mine. She looked for a place for her hands as I pushed her down, and decided my wrists were nice. I told her, straining while she held me, to take her shirt off. It would’ve been a terrible waste to not see her tummy at a time like this.

Once she had, she resigned herself quietly to me, more so shrieking and squeaking weakly as she turned her head upward. Though when she looked at me once, her eyes glazed with a proper kind of pleasure. Then I sped up, though that wasn’t to last for long. Better for the weary, now I had something else to worry about.

Stopping for a second, Sakura took back the initiative. Helping herself to it, hands on my thighs, and me moaning at its unexpectedness. yabai. Having cut her hair, it all offered an unobstructed view of her. Watching and feeling my cock show in and out, I just let her indulge herself. Grinding and struggling to keep her eyes open, slowly rolling them and her mouth shut, forcing a cut to her pace. Almost there. I bided my time. A twitch and I readied to retake the reins.

Propping myself up on my back, Sakura seemed surprised, yet never missed a beat, placing her legs in a squat, her arms pulling me close before kissing me. She continued to move, up and down, as I slid my arms around her back. Suddenly thrusting up as she reached the bottom. Catching her pace, a long exhale, and a silent gaze left her before I gave her a peck on the lips to snap her out of her trance. Her moans hitched in volume and she continued to move herself, the wet impact of us making itself heard from below.

I never stopped, and she never said a word, her face beside mine. Only sounding off with rushing breaths, measured moans, and weak shrieks; it was a symphony. I kept my eyes open, trying to ignore my own twisting gut. Sakura had to go first. Then, letting off a moan before weakly whispering it to my ear, I wouldn’t have believed her if she hadn’t shuddered so hard afterward. Yet, she continued to move. Then, a second later, just me. Her composure completely collapsed as I helped her to it. A rumbling mess was all that remained of her once she finished, deeply breathing, sweat on my palms as I caressed her back. I could only imagine how she looked.

“You came too?” Sakura asked as she faced me. I shook my head.

“Never thought I’d last this long,” I admitted. Spontaneous encounter, no long foreplay, a hasty blowjob. I felt like I was given another chance. I think she was about to ask how I wanted to finish, though, being on the lighter side, her arms on my neck, legs already in a squat, and tired from all her riding. It lent me an eureka. Whispering to her.

“Want to be carried?”

“Hmm, maybe from behind?” Sakura asked back.

I insisted, for reasons unknown. After sulking for a bit, and a fair amount of looking at my cock. She replied, “Well, I’ve never done it before.”

That made me even more nervous. Because I’d never done it to anyone, too.

“Alright then, hold on,” I said, slowly adjusting myself without having her get off. Standing up, I felt her weight, trying my best not to trip forward as I held her ass. Though when I tried to move, I realized that I had slipped out of her. One hard clench later, and a moan from Sakura, I was inside her again.

Moving her against my crotch, I lifted her up and down with my arms while my entire cock was inside her. Her face could only collapse, letting out a quick groan before biting her lip. Both of us staring into one another. I tried my best neutral expression. On the other hand, her shaking exhales, slight squint, and wet lips invited me to do more. It felt good for her, but it was also new.

That’s when I started to thrust. Holding her in place, planting my weight on the floor, swinging my hips forward. Even more, she put her weight on me, feeling her shudder as the slapping sound started. It was intermittent at first, though it quickly became the only thing next to her moans that I could make out. Slap, slap, slap, slap.

“Wasn’t this supposed to be quick?” Sakura blurted out.

“It was?” I replied jokingly. Straining, trying not to forget to breathe, carrying her, doing everything at once.