9.1: Chikyugi

It had been three weeks since Kaede and I began seeing each other.

Being a night person, she would often accompany me, sharing my screen when I watched movies, the few times I played games, and other times when I read articles. Yet, while the boredom balanced the novelty of it all, that juvenile thrill also made its return. We both agreed to keep our secret for now and only give ourselves away sometime during the school year. I was pointed enough to quiz her if that was her actual reason.

In the meantime, I was employed and actually started making daytime deliveries with a small truck. A definite upgrade, though not so much, wage-wise.

Today, a Friday, was a first for us; Kaede asked to see me after work and walk her home. On our previous dates, I’ve timed it twice when she would tell me she was leaving, and I always found myself turning the corner just as she did.

Though today was a day off. Walking to the shrine in the early afternoon, a gut feeling told me that I should be thankful we had a prior history before dating, the thought occurring to me after seeing a tense couple in a coffee shop while I walked. She didn’t seem too impressed by him.

By this time, the sun was at its early afternoon descent. The shadows of the buildings tilted the sunlight to shield me from the heat, though the humidity and my pace made me sweat a bit. Although I made an early turn around a building corner, seeing the back of the tall, tiled roof of the temple made me realize my mistake. It forced me to go all the way around before I found the torii gate. I strolled inside, on the side of the gate, as I had been told.

Smelling incense, I checked to see if the omamori shop was manned, expecting to see Kaede there. There was nobody. Yet, mindful of my manners, I went inside the hall, silently strung my thoughts together, clapped twice, and bowed. I heard sweeping outside as I finished mouthing my words, then repeated myself: clap, clap, before walking outside. The sunlight, however, was right in my vision. Seeing only light, I put my hand over my face, when a familiar voice, mixed with surprise and a bit of a mocking jab, then called out my infrequency as I walked down.

“I thought you only went here on your birthday."

"Today must be my birthday, then!” I yelled out as I looked to the left. I knew it was Kaede. Even as my eyes adjusted back, just seeing half of her, she was easy to pick out with her red and white outfit, though her pants were a darker red than the usual. One arm was held out for me, and another hand was holding a tall rake. Walking right around her arm, knowing she would stop me, I was about to give her a kiss when, predictably, she pulled back. Almost hitting me with the tip of her broom, trying to shush me. I got the memo, but she still forcefully said.

“Not when I’m working.”

I just pulled myself back. Though testing my luck, I managed to sneak a kiss on Kaede’s forehead. She didn’t get too mad this time around, just furrowing her eyebrows—then tapping the back of my head. I grimaced a bit, and she had an expression that read payback. Putting her arm down, she just pointed to a bench behind the small, solo-manned store before telling me to “take a seat there."

Seating down, I took a peek as Kaede walked inside, and noticed two chairs. Grabbing a plastic bag and handing it to me, I opened it to see a paper box with two kombu rice balls. I asked her where her fellow miko was, trying to hand one to her. After saying she already ate the other half, she answered, "Her boyfriend always picks her up on Friday."

"So you got envious then?"

Kaede laughed, brushing it off, "Maybe.”

Finishing her work, I watched as she swept the leaves aside leading up to the western gate. Though, after eating, bored and not wanting to just wait, and leave her to work alone. I was no daimyo, after all. I found myself with the other rake in hand, which her workmate had left near the eastern gate. A long walk back and forth, and I was sweeping alongside her. A monk, in their dark orange garb, then came by from the gate we were facing. He first asked Kaede, glancing at them, I was pretty far away, and occupied by the sound of rustling leaves, to hear just about anything. It wasn’t a tense conversation, seeing him approach me calmly, though he said the quiet part out loud as he patted me on the back— “I didn’t know Kae-san had a boyfriend now!” —so much for calling it a day off.

Kaede and I just had uneasy smiles at him as we saw him off. She looked a little flustered, much like I was when she had me cornered almost a month ago. It was an odd encounter, sure, with a monk nonetheless, but such are moments of random chance. It was relatively quiet after that. Barely any other shrine patrons entered, but most passed by as we finished our work and handed it back to her. I sat down again and waited.

A short time later, Kaede told me to stand up. The sunlight was beginning its descent. Her black bag was slung over her right shoulder, with her left arm reaching out for mine. Linking our arms together, she immediately brought up how easy it was to ask for my hand now as we made our way to the quieter, eastern gate, the direction of her house. Walking out, I tried to think of all the possibilities; students were preparing to go home or doing extracurricular activities, and if I remembered correctly, we still had some time before we might just stumble upon someone we both knew. Despite three instances of us having to split up, scurrying like operatives caught in a dead-drop, upon seeing at least one of our classmates at the places we often least expected. I could only answer her with the inevitability of them finding out.

“It’s only a matter of time, you know.”

“I know,” Kaede replied, but tried to dispel my more serious tone, laughing it off, “But I don’t think they’d react too harshly.”

“Oh, definitely not.”

“So, why did you ask to be picked up today?” I asked Kaede, in an attempt to match her mood.

“My mom’s not home until Sunday evening, and there’s this new action movie I want to watch on the TV.”

“Well, I have to go home after, then. What’s it about?”

That had Kaede look it up on her phone, and interestingly, it was a movie that I had mentioned in passing that I also wanted to watch. Again, in passing, I mentioned that we might need to buy snacks to keep ourselves entertained. Blind luck, however, likes to intervene. Turning another corner, we both saw the 7/11, and she pointed to it, wanting to make a pass at the convenience store. Going inside, we split up. She wanted to go buy some snacks, and I just let her pick something for me. Having not changed, the entire walk had been a casually dressed guy with his shrine maiden girlfriend, not a surprising, but still quite rare sight. She went ahead, and I made the first right where the stationery was, the ice freezer with frozen foodstuffs, and then my eyes met the magazines racked above them.

Picking something out to read, my eyes scanned left to right as my hand reached for a seinen magazine. Opening straight to the comics section, I was just reading for a good few minutes, turning and scanning the magazine’s monthly photoshoot, when I got bored with the manga chapter. About halfway, I felt somebody sneaking up on me.

“What’s that?” Kaede asked. I turned just to see her hand out and grab the top of the magazine. I shifted my grip so that if she did pull, it wouldn’t tear it. Placing her thumb on the cover, she closed the magazine and saw the bikini-clad idol on the cover. She just looked at me like she caught me.

“Really, a porn magazine?”

“It’s a seinen magazine,” I replied. The kanji clearly read that. My thumb was on the manga, and I followed that I didn’t know who the cover girl was, either.

Kaede just left it at that. Telling me to put it back and showing me her basket in turn. Just the essentials, though quite a lot of bagged snacks for both of us. I did see a box of curry in there, so now I was hungry too. Paying for it, sans the magazine, we divided the payment between us, giving in and buying myself some oden that bumped up our bill a bit. However, she had a few choice ingredients in it too.

It was just three streets down from their house by that point. We were neither lost, but it somehow felt that way, given how unfamiliar the neighborhood was beyond her street. Not knowing where our quiet conversation had drifted, my often reliable sense of direction jammed by it as I tried to go left, only to be tugged to go right by a woman half a head shorter than I. Though in return, I had to pull her close when some cyclist decided to go in, rather than out. A glare was enough to get the middle-schooler to look back. Nothing much happened after that, though another group of younger kids, in their yellow bucket hats, excitedly pointed out their “older sister miko,” her waving at them as we walked across from each other. At the last turn, there was the gingko tree, one placed precisely at the corner. That was the street we were looking for, and when we turned, we were finally on her street. Letting go of my arm, she reached for the key in her bag, and one loud clang later, the metal gate swung open. I let her enter first, then Kaede looked back. I didn’t want to appear brazen, and then beckoned.

“Come on.”

Shutting the gate, we walked past the small garden and entered, putting the bag down on the table as she switched on the cooler. Their house was both typical and old in design. A renovated hand-me-down that smelled of wood in a good way, a natural scent, mixed with the small jar of dried flowers opened as a diffuser. Though the more modern parts had doors, their kitchen and living room only had a divider. I found it a bit dark as I sat down on the couch while she went up to her room. I got a better look at the living room, including the couch set I was on, and the shelf, barely enough to fit the TV’s width, had discolored a little. Everything felt a little traditional, but homey, though the coffee table in the middle seemed like a more recent addition. I was, however, startled by the loud creaking of a door upstairs, followed by a step. I thought a croaking ghost was going to follow.

“You can get snacks from our bag if you like,” Kaede said as she made her way down.

She hasn’t changed into anything yet, so maybe she just dropped off her bag. Rummaging for something, I got the little pieces of bread out while she skipped over into the kitchen, the light at least giving me a glimpse of what she might be doing. I was just waiting for her so I could tear open the packet. Hearing the fridge door close, then the telltale clang of glasses as she made her way beside me and laid them on the table. I caught myself frozen at the sight of her, and she became a bit shy, telling me to stop staring as she sat down. It was not like there was anything else to stare at.

Taking a place beside me, Kaede switched on the TV. Pouring us the cold tea she had put on the table, she handed me a glass before I took a big swig of it. It was the summer after all, a very warm, humid one at that. The cooler took its time before I wasn’t feeling hot, though the tea helped. As we watched, our comfort with each other showed, with me sitting with my legs crossed —a manner that typically would get me scolded. The video on the TV was interesting, sure. Still, we were switching between looking at whatever she wanted to watch and our phones.

A quick glance at Kaede made me feel she wasn’t as quietly confident as she usually was. She was nervous. It was the first time she had brought me to her home, which was correct, and I was a stranger to the residents here. Though before, the last I always saw Kaede was at their gate. Now, she felt like a knot of nerves. I don’t think she even noticed my right hand moving to her shoulder. It could be for anything, I thought, domestic trouble, a person pestering her, or something about what we’ve been doing so far. But by now, I anticipated only one thing. She was going to say something big.

“Is something on your mind?” I asked, placing my hand on her shoulder.

“Oh, um, nothing.” Kaede shook her head. “I’m just tired.”

I told her that it’s okay to say anything. A nervous smile curled up on her face as she took another sip.

“You weren’t like this earlier,” I added, jokingly. That seemed to jump her gun.

“Aren’t you a bit unsatisfied that we are not intimate?” Kaede asked.

“I cannot force you,” I replied, “And you know that.”

“I mean, my friends always say,” she began, turning to face me, “That at least, a few dates in, boys get quite frisky.”

I felt the need to echo what Kaede said on the beach, “We aren’t casual. If we were, then sure, I might feel the need to do that, but we’re not casual.”

Testing the waters. I did not want to sound like a rude pervert, not beside Kaede, though we did have lewd conversations before. Yet, even then, she knew more about that side of me than I did of her. I just knew she didn’t consider herself experienced, so some light teasing made sure I wasn’t being lied to. Now, I was getting a bit nervous too, focusing, but I was also feeling thirsty.

“Well,” Then Kaede spilled out, “I have thought about us having sex sometimes.”

She should’ve timed it better. I was mid-sip! Keeping my eyes on her, I was unable to contain my surprise. Kaede just giggled at me.

“So? That’s just normal, isn’t it?” I replied, “Couples do that.”

I just knew then that the idea was brewing in her head. She regained some of her confidence, with a quick glance at my lips, and an inviting smile formed over her as I placed my glass down. I knew what I had done and could do, but I was also nervous that it had to be her, not a girl from a dating app or someone I’d repeated nights out with, but Kaede. I felt a stirring hesitation, yet her eyes were locked onto me, so one of us had to initiate. I caught on first this time, as it had been almost always her until now.

“I know, but I just thought,” Kaede began, “When will we get to do it?”

Not this time. I pulled the rug on her,“You want to give it a go?”

Kaede was just quiet, but she stared at me differently. Her expression dropped, breath hitched, eyes seeming droopier, cheeks flushed, lips looking warm. So I took my chance, leaning forward, we both shut our eyes as I gave her a peck. A quick, half-hearted one, followed by another, but long enough to signal intent. Breaking away, only then I realized my hand had moved up on her thigh. My fingers couldn’t hide that they were shaking. She took my hand and placed it on her right cheek. Of course, it was soft, but she, too, was feeling warmer. I asked.

“You sure?” Kaede just smiled playfully, dimples forming as she nodded—the point of no return.

Placing my hand down, I leaned forward again. Kaede shut her eyes first this time as hers met my lips. Hers were soft, plump, small, though thin, and pushed a bit against mine. It was another quick touch, as I broke off for a second. She was comforted now, though when she kissed me back, I felt like I was in middle school again. Almost forgetting to breathe with my fingers frozen, cold, but I was older now, and needed to act like it. I smacked my lips against hers, albeit a little too hastily, and she pulled back.

“You know, it’s been a while since I’ve kissed”, Kaede said to me. I know, even I was trying to recall how to do it properly myself. There’s no real manual for intimacy. Sitting on her couch, I was just getting rid of my hesitancy, but alright.

Facing her now, I hoped that, in any case, Kaede wouldn’t think I’m a bad kisser. Pulling her legs up, I saw a quick shift of her eyes again before she closed them, and even when I mirrored her. These were not the shy, small pecks we had been giving as goodbyes so far. She wanted more now. So we continued, our lips now both wet with our saliva, no more attempts this time. My hand was no longer shaking, gently pressing it onto her skin, and then I did the same to her lips. Hearing her hold her breath as she reciprocated, moving herself closer, and slowly turning her head as I did. I could feel our apprehension eroding away. Opening my lips some more, she did too. A smack rang out, though no tongues yet, and it only grew louder from there.

Though just when I thought I heard a huff, the kissing, barely a minute in, stopped. I could feel Kaede’s hand pushing at my chest.

“Oh, and don’t tell anybody about this, ever,” Kaede said. A little out of left field, sure, but now rather than later. I chuckled, she repeated. Only then did I reply, assuring her the same way. Yet why would she be so coy with her high school friend? Though a glance down at her chest could not hide that her breathing had heightened, she had done well to keep herself calm this whole time.

“So you’ve never told anybody at all?” I asked. Kaede just shook her head. She then turned it around, “Have you?”

I shook my head too, but added, “We would be news if I did.”

A simple giggle was all she replied with. Getting our groove back, our lips continued the exchange. It was all just a matter of feeling now. Kaede and I were taking it slow, giving each other soft, slow bites with our lips. My thumb slowly pressed up her neck, but not too hard, the rest of my fingers pulling her towards me. Though it seemed she moved on her own, too, slowly pushing me back. The otherwise dry air of the house was gradually being replaced by the sound of our exchange. Teasing my tongue, I felt her freeze for a flash, another one, I knew she felt it this time. A weak huff left her as she pushed hard, once, then twice, with her lips before pulling away.

“Sit on me,” I whispered to her. Automatic, I had my hand on Kaede’s lap as she stood, then straddled me, the other right beside her stomach, just below her bra. As we were in contrasting outfits — traditional miko and street casual — that made for one hell of an image. Looking down on me, she placed her hands on my shoulder and just smiled before she kissed me. Sliding my hand on her thigh, I couldn’t help but notice, even though it was just a mere tease, that her lips, slightly open, redder than they were earlier, tasted good.

“You put on lip gloss?”

Kaede just chuckled, “That’s just you.”

Pushing her weight down on me. We continued making out, though now Kaede was teasing her tongue as well. Meeting midway, her head tilted as her breaths got slightly heavier. A low moan left her, the first one. Now with our tongues tangling and sliding against each other, feeling her breath on my lips, while our fingers searched over each other. She was right, I was the friskier one. My hand continued to caress her thigh through her hakama, and I was well reminded of what a boyish fantasy it all was. Knowing myself, she was more than just enough, stocky in all the correct places, and a classically beautiful, round face—and that was her still clothed.

Kaede’s robes were just enough to let me feel under her bra with my fingertips, teasing her again. Even as our lips were all over one another, the torrid exchange now a relentless repetition of smacks and suppressed moans, a flick of her fingers on my right shoulder gave me the green light. I then raise my hand to cup and softly squeeze her tit, hearing a weak moan leave her. My fingers weren’t lying, I felt lace behind the white robes. Squeezing where my hands were, it was as if she was growing softer, letting herself loose as we made out. Sliding my hand to her ass, I pulled her closer, her lower body bumping against me. I must’ve done it a bit forcefully, which caused our lips to part. Gaining my sight back, I thought about asking her about her bra, but somehow just got lost in her gaze.

Keeping my eyes on Kaede as long as I could, only shutting to kiss her neck, once, then twice before stopping. Her breath shook just a bit when I did so. Now, was she going to say something? Her hands moved from my shoulders and pulled at her kosode, revealing just slightly more skin. Yet, there was a problem that we both came to realize: the miko’s dress was designed for modesty, ensuring a woman’s form remained hidden. Though where my hands were, it was anything but.

An awkward interruption was necessary. Kaede gave me one more kiss before she got off me. Standing, she hurriedly undressed, though not before I pulled at the large red ribbon that loosened the hakama, with her undoing the other layers, pulling it off her shoulders and discarding it behind her. Though she was quick, I stopped her when she tried to strip off the last robe, the hada-juban. Puzzled as she left it untied, it was almost see-through, but I had an idea. I held on to her knee and grabbed her waist. We both let out a yelp, the couch creaked, barely missing banging our heads on the wall as we returned to our earlier position. Giggling, she must’ve liked the sudden thrill of it. Rewarding me with the warm kisses that we had paused a minute ago.

Though this time, my hands held Kaede by her skin. Breaking away, this was the first time I had seen her like this. Her underwear was all black and laced. To think the closest I had gotten was some shy cleavage a week ago. She asked.

“You’ve been waiting for this?”

I smirked and just nodded. By now, I was rather nonverbal. Too amazed.

“You know, I’m not supposed to take it off brazenly, right?” Kaede remarked, slightly giggling while I kept kissing her neck. Hands caressing her skin inside her robe as she slowly shifted on top of me. I heard her, sure, but I was quiet for a second. Giggling in response, my eyes were closed, savoring the smoothness of her skin as my fingertips now traced around the hem of her panties, as the other hand readied itself to unhook her bra. Kissing the top of her tit, I looked up. Her eyes greeted me with that wanting stare.

“So, why take off so brazenly then?” I finally answered Kaede. Such a dignified outfit, just discarded on the floor, while its owner was making out on the couch. Though with that, it was her turn to be non-verbal. To snap her back, I put my lips back on her tits, and pushing one up to my mouth, I sucked hard. Her breath shook, still trying to keep herself prim. I did it again, and it broke her. Moaning, she pushed me to her chest, not stopping when my hands slid around her back. Click. Kaede was late to realize, with a small gasp as her fingers swung around. I was just about to drop it when I asked, “Should I?”

Grabbing at my wrist, she and I pulled out her bra from the front; that’s about as good an answer.

Hands on her waist, I pushed her slightly away. Finally, the long-awaited sight of Kaede’s tits, even if covered somewhat. Pulling her sleeves open, I didn’t bother to ask anymore and dove down on the small bud. Capturing it with my lips, I tugged and flicked at it with my tongue. That sudden shock made her moan, her entire body shook, flinging her hand back at my hair. I needed to be bolder now. Relentless, I kept repeating it, left and right tit, relishing at how sensitive she suddenly was. When it wasn’t my tongue, it was my fingers softly pinching at her nipples. All while she moaned, her fingers searched for a grip while she shook and grinded on my lap. I was melting away whatever pomp she thought she could put up.

I could hear Kaede talk. Though often unintelligible and difficult to distinguish from her moans, having become the new static in what was empty air. Embracing her, I suckled away while I could only make out one word: “more.” If it weren’t for her legs pinning me, her moaning and slow grinding only tightened my pants. So, I responded in kind, my free hand going downward and inserting itself between us, with two fingers over her panties, I slowly rolled my fingers over her pussy, moist and warmer than I had thought.

Several times, I repeated it. Pressing harder through the fabric just to tease her, the way Kaede jumped and hitched her breath, holding me tighter and trapping my fingers there. All of that gave me an idea. Just then, she gently pulled at my hair, and finally, I got a look at her; bedroom eyes, cheeks flushed, lips looking another. Glancing downward to see how wet her nipples were from the few minutes I had had them.

Giggling as she put her forehead against mine, only to part when we continued to make out. That’s when I made my move; I switched my arms and pulled her close, grabbing behind her knee with my other hand, only hearing an “oh!” as I lay her on the couch. Mindfully, and luckily, not hearing a pained cry. She sounded rather impressed.

Now, on top of her, Kaede pulled me in. Though as much as I loved her lips, she deserved more. So I got on with what I wanted to do, one more deep kiss, and I began moving downward. Without even telling her, she presented her neck to me. Marking it a few times before moving to her collarbone, then tracing my earlier kisses downward. Even giving a playful suckle on her nipple, before lastly passing my lips on her tummy, and soon, I was between her legs. Lips on her thighs, thick and toned, sucking harder as I got closer to her crotch. Moaning the whole time as I kept pressing my two fingers against her panties, and those were next.

Sliding them off, Kaede was now naked. Nothing to hide anymore. Sliding my fingers over her slit, pinkish and already a little wet, it was definitely not a new sensation, having cleaned herself just for this. Teasing the tip of my finger, she shifted ever so slightly with a long exhale, and just looked at me, then opened her legs wider, with the cloth dropping to the side of her legs. Green light.

Placing my hand on her clit, I started to flick at it. Kaede’s face crumbled as I crawled up, her eyebrows furrowed while her eyelids flickered. Shifting in her robes, lightly lurching, her hands searched for my wrists, while not realizing how close I was to her. Her eyes snapped open when she felt my breath against her forehead, asking her.

“How does that feel?”

“Good,” she shakily answered and nodded.

I kissed her forehead. Kaede was already wet enough, even earlier, from sight alone. Slowly, I plunged two fingers into her; jaw dropping open and back slightly arched as I wasted no time and began to roll my fingers inside. She was very tight, trapping my fingers as I curled them up while moans left her. A hand grabbed my wrist as it moved, though her grip didn’t seem like she was pulling at it. Instead, she pushed my wrist further in. Just giving in to herself, telling me, as my fingers had their way, again and again, to “keep going.” I was quick, but not frantic like a bad porno—she didn’t sound like it, either—careful, yet sliding with ease inside as she shook and shifted. Her nipples hardened, sometimes taking the opportunity to suck on them while her hand rested on my neck.

It didn’t take long before she was squelching, pushing herself against my hand, and begging me to not stop. Kaede’s expression was at its most vulnerable, a mix of unease and uninterrupted pleasure, even trying to shut herself at one time, with her fingers of little use, and another, turning and trying to hide her face. All while I watched her from above. Almost squealing and crying out when my fingers pressed the hardest, trying to close her legs on me as she told me how close she was. Maybe just joking with me. I forced them open and just listened to her make a mess of herself. Digging her fingers on my shoulders, I felt her spill out, arching her back and grinding her hips as she moaned to the tune of my fingers. Glancing downward as I pulled halfway out only confirmed what I was feeling for a while now; my fingers were wet up to my palm. Slowing down, I asked.

“You came?”

“I think so?” she answered in a breathy, sing-song voice.

“One more?” I asked Kaede. Instead of answering, she pulled me in for a deep kiss, moaning as our tongues matched. I did not forget to slowly move my fingers, too. Hearing her rise while she used me to silence herself, her kisses, while as affectionate as earlier, were stickier now too. I had lit a fuse in her to at least match what I had done to her. Almost forcing myself off her lips, I moved and crawled backward, needing to place my tongue elsewhere. Pulling my fingers out for the first time as we adjusted. Now, with me off, and her slouching on the couch, she got a better look and curiously reached downward. Turning shy and red upon realizing just how wet she was, I just slid a finger over it too. I could only reply as I kneeled and grabbed onto her leg.

“Even I’m surprised.”

Throwing her thighs on my shoulders, I dug my hands into her skin and greeted Kaede’s wet, swollen folds with a lick upward. Salty. Then, her humming turned into a squeal as I rolled my tongue around her clit, sucking at it. The slurping was then broken by a loud moan as I put my fingers back inside, her fingers grabbing at my hair and pushing my face into her. Holding her leg open, I looked up to see her in absolute pleasure; her face turned upward, biting her lip, her mouth flung open while her entirety arched, sinking into the soft couch. At the same time, her robe, a symbol for purity, had become stained from her secretions. All from two fingers, and now, a tongue.

Clasping at my free hand, Kaede’s grip contrasted with the angle of my fingers as I thrust them. Striking against her spot, and going as deep as I could, I was feeling my wrist beginning to burn. Trying to cover it with my tongue, tasting her juices as she became more slippery, carelessly leaking onto my arm, and maybe even the floor. Looking up at her, what I thought was a slight grimace was forced out by a few breaths, and I turned it into a smile, though the combined impact of my tongue and fingers made her roll her eyes back, groaning. Vocal as she was, she was now just murmuring to herself, shaking even more as her orgasm built, commanding.

“Don’t stop.”

Taking her hand off mine, I watched Kaede shakily put it over her mouth, yet she couldn’t seem to bring herself to cover it. Tightly shutting her eyes, furrowing her eyebrows, her nostrils flared as she tried to tie herself down. Arching her back, tremoring, rapidly breathing, then holding it while she mumbled at me as she felt herself letting go. The grip of her fingers on my head was easing, while my two fingers were feeling her walls tightening. She was now just a vocal, melting, dripping mess that trickled down to my elbow. Then, one phrase came through.

“I’m cumming.”

Kaede came. Closing her legs and pulling at my head. The shrine maiden cried out like a maddened yūrei. Jamming my fingers into her and sucking hard with my tongue, her thighs shook and her voice faltered as I did. Throwing her head back as she rolled her body through her shuddering. It was all an attempt to course the electric feeling of orgasm as it washed, and just as quickly, passed over her. By the time I opened my eyes again, she was still, her few loud cries earlier having given way to waning moans. Her chest rising and falling as she caught her breath, eyes slowly blinking, looking far away from me.

It was a perfect image, one that teenage me would have both enjoyed and been disgusted by. Though now older, my new, but presently perverse affection for Kaede has led me here; I know I wouldn’t just be able to shake this image off. It was reality now. I stayed still where I was, slowly pulling my lips away and finally seeing the wet mess I had made, her secretions almost all over my left arm. That left me shocked. Was there even such a thing as too much pleasure? It was something I never thought I’d see. She only seemed to snap back upon turning her gaze at me, though grimacing a bit when I pulled my fingers out. Asking me to give her a second, though, made me think I had overdone my part. After running her fingers through her hair, she snapped a glance beyond my face, which figured things out. Though when I stood up, I was interrupted by her.

“Wait, I saw this in some AV,” Kaede said as she grabbed my wrist. Putting it up and placing the two wet fingers into her mouth, licking her juices off them. I huffed, and she giggled at my sudden reaction.

“Oh, I don’t think I taste too good,” She said, her face turning sour as she reacted to herself. Though it did look nice when she did it.

“You did to me,” I replied. Kaede just tapped at the side of my hip for it. Next, she put her hand between my legs and cupped my balls. Her eyes slightly bulged when, as she moved her hand upward on my somewhat thin pants, the form of my semi-erect cock greeted her palm. If her sensitivity had led to such an intense orgasm, the mere touch of her palm made my cock hard again. Yet, even just listening to it already made it so. As I stood before her, shaping her fingers around it, copping a feel of it, seemingly impressed. Huffing a bit nervously, she quipped.

“I hope this won’t be a problem later.”

White lies. I rolled my eyes. Though Kaede insisted on what she said. Now, we could do everything here. I knew that, yet I thought our first time shouldn’t be on their couch. Even as she had her hand on my pants button. Looking at her, she had second thoughts about it too, then she asked.

“Wanna go up?” I nodded.

“Follow me.”

Scrambling off the couch, Kaede went first and ran up the stairs. Quickly grabbing something out of my wallet and jamming a crumpled blue packet into my pocket as I followed. It was a scene straight out of a comic. Opening her door, it had never fully closed behind her when I opened it. I saw Kaede in bed, who glowed in her white robe and the orange sunlight, beckoning me in. Before anything else, I undid my pants, hearing them drop to the floor as I hurriedly rid them from my foot, having become caught in them. Awkward. Though she stood up when I sat down on the mattress. I wasn’t about to get a nap.

Asking me to move up on the bed, Kaede knelt between my legs. A reversion of what we were doing earlier, she captured my lips and rubbed her hands on my cock, massaging it, giggling to herself as she did. Trying to poke at my ego, she asked.

“You were good downstairs. Where’d you learn all that?”

“Porn,” I replied. Being internet babies, it was the conclusion, though not wholly.

“…and a few dates?” Kaede followed, now tracing her fingers at the hem.

“….and a few dates.”

Giving me one more kiss, Kaede then began crawling backward. Pulling at my boxers, I felt a little shy as she sounded shocked as my cock sprang free from it. Throwing it aside, I felt her hand wrap around the shaft, only confirming her earlier suspicion. Beginning to slowly stroke it with her single hand, and again, copying me earlier, she crawled back upward. Inches to my face, her eyes scanned me up and down, and possibly wanting to match how I made her feel earlier, she asked.

“I’m not terribly good at this. Is that okay?”

“It’s not a problem.”

I replied, though I would rather not have Kaede be excellent, that would be too suspect. Having my word, she then quickened her pace. From there alone, she was right, having to tell her not to stroke too fast, as it hurt me a bit, to not risk killing my erection. Learning quickly, she slowed down, and upon being told to grip slightly harder, she was getting there. I did throw a potshot her way one more time, whispering.

“This better not be those AVs where you pretend you don’t know anything.”

“It’s hard to sit through all three hours of it, you know.” Kaede replied, stroking at a better pace now, “Maybe I just know enough.”

Giving me another peck, Kaede then crawled backward. Sitting up a bit, I watched as she raised her arms to the back of her hair. Then I realized what she was doing.

“No, no, no!” I told Kaede as she reached for her hair tie. Her hair was styled in a high ponytail with a ribbon, the sides of which ran down almost the entire length of her hair, the blue-white color having provided some contrast to her outfit. Having had some more hair already struck out the sides of her face, some there before, and others from her moving it around so much earlier. Furrowing her eyebrows, I needed to come up with a reason, quickly! She could take it off later, anyway. That gave me the correct, juvenile compliment, “You look beautiful with it on.”

Though what I found unusual about myself this time was that I was hard, as I should, but just a little too quickly. I couldn’t even say it was anxiety, but more aptly, it was anticipation. Stopping, she positioned herself, pulling her sleeves back, though it was that gaze from her big eyes that did me in, as her face came down to my cock’s level. Telling me of how veiny and “different” it looked from her toy in the drawer, as if sizing herself up; Was she trying to measure it with her face? She then placed her hand on the base, and as I felt her breath on my tip, I twitched.

Centimetres now, Kaede licked her lips before wrapping it over the tip. Keeping her eyes on me, she moved lower and felt her tongue under my cock. Not wasting time, she then pulled back and slowly started bobbing her head. A very basic technique, yet it made an ordinary blowjob more intimate than it had any right to be. It only took a few seconds before I felt my blood pooling into my shaft as the precum also began leaking out. The way she was doing it did look copied, and with a twitch, snapping the feeling to my head. Now was the best time to believe what she’d said.

A few more, then Kaede pulled herself away, quietly stroking at my cock before coming back down. That electric snap quickly traveled up to my head, softly grabbing onto her hair as she was doing her best getting used to it. Halfway now, it must’ve struck deep when I heard her gag, shut her eyes, and pull away. I was thinking of telling her to stop when she gave it another go, resting her hand as she put her lips on my now wet cock, and dove down again. Reaching the back of her mouth, she gagged, with the same reaction again, continuing until only an inch was left, which became her limit. Rising back up, she repeated it, only gagging twice more before she got used to my cock in her mouth.

Kaede, when she looked at me, had that glow in her eyes that made me proud of her, slowly caressing her hair, rather than grabbing it like she had earlier. Though soon, she was picking her own pace up, her hair, having settled on her right side, bobbed to a lewd beat. Her lips neatly wrapped over my shaft, tongue licking under it, feeling her flick when at the tip. Though, for reasons, perhaps her, or long inactivity, made controlling myself more difficult than I thought it would. I felt myself building up faster than usual, that nervous feeling in the gut that meant only one thing, and leaving me asking myself: Was she going to make me cum so soon?

The sound of her gurgling, frenzied, almost careless sucking. Coupled with the creeping feeling, the hardness that made her adjust her neck just a little, and near ceaseless twitching, drove me mad. If I don’t cut her down now, I might as well run out naked. Feeling that blank shot of precum coupled with a strong, hard twitch, I yelled, though admittedly, I felt more panicked. Tapping at her head, I cried.

“Wait, stop!”

“Hm?” Kaede did so, the tip of my cock at her lip. My hand raised, head slowly shaking, slowly breathing. No stupid tricks, not wanting to lose my load this early. She understood what to do and let go, hands off, as she watched me breathe deeply. My cock was swollen, and if just for a few more seconds, I would’ve spilled.

“What did I do?” she asked, “Did you cum?”

I replied, “No, but almost did.”

Kaede then asked if this was normal for me. Of course, it wasn’t. Though maybe, another time. Wiping the saliva off her lips, she then crawled back up, hand wrapping around my cock. Beginning to slowly stroke it, she asked.

“You want me to continue? Or do you want to put it in?”

I didn’t answer. I wanted to let Kaede decide for herself. Another glance at my lips, another kiss, and with my head turned, my eyes signaled downward. After her orgasm, and my near failure to keep mine, we knew what was next.

“Lie down.” I asserted. Though thinking we were merely switching places, I thought the opposite, throwing the pillow under me to the edge of the bed. Kaede caught on quickly, and ultimately, I was right.

After fully stripping and fishing out the condom from my pants, I got on the bed again. It was bright right next to the window, and after parting her legs, I had my view; having Kaede lie there made her glow, though her white robe helped. Unable to help myself, I was caressing her face as I got on top of her, keeping her legs open with mine, my cock only one step away from entering. While stroking my cock, I told her it was fine now. She saw the packet in my hand and ripped it open for me, and in a blunder, almost unrolled it incorrectly. Having corrected it, there was one thing she noticed even as she continued to stroke, the ring had some ways to go.

“Are you sure this is the right size?”

“Yes,” I replied. Kaede snapped at my lips, and I pinned her down with mine. Shifting my legs while she wrapped her arms around me meant I could guide myself in. Teasing her by sliding my covered tip up and down, feeling her wetness, pussy lips parting along, made her breath shake. We couldn’t believe we were going to do this. Warmth against warmth, the anticipation was reflected in our poor attempt to relax. It just took one more move. Feeling myself push a little past her lips, I was fighting the temptation to push all the way in when she reminded me.

“Not too hard, okay?”

I just nodded, clenching my lower half. We shared a shy, uneasy shift of her eyes, and just as her mouth parted, I slipped in. I was inside Kaede. Our eyebrows furrowed, sharp breaths, eyes scrambled as the sensation beckoned me to go further. Feeling her hips slightly push up, I slid myself further in, and now her whole body reacted; gasping, slightly recoiling back, her fingers digging, her breath shaking while arcing her head back. Pulling back, I thrust again, and again, and again, going deeper each time I pushed into her. Trying to get used to her tightness, I felt myself clenching hard as her walls squeezed me, a visceral, velvety feeling, squarely fitting into her. A last thrust going all the way in made me grunt, her moaning with her eyes shut.

Breathing sharply, I began to move some more, listening to her moans grow louder as she gave in to herself. Feeling her flesh welcome me, her legs pulling me into the tightest I have known. I just had to watch it for myself, asking even why I was so nervous, not taking my eyes off of her as I watched the expression of pleasure, with that look in her eyes that told me to just keep fucking her. She could tell I was just ever so slightly nervous, and gave me her lips to calm me down. It was consummation.

Slowly, then, I began to lose control. So what if I came quickly? How juvenile. Going faster, a little too fast, Kaede’s earlier moans, muffled when she pulled me in, were now becoming pained pleas that told me to stop. Cutting my pace before I ended up hurting her, I paused. Seeing that glare in her eyes made me remember what she said mere moments ago. I apologized, and after being assured, I was given another chance. Notching down to where I had been, I was kissing her neck, with her mouth next to my ear, when she whispered to me.

“Just be careful."

Having learned my lesson, I continued. Straightening my back, hands idle behind my back, and letting my hips do the work as I moved. We got used to each other, tightness and size alike, both moaning at every thrust as Kaede’s legs dangled. It was a moment I could barely keep my eyes open for, yet wanted so badly to remember. Though after a while, my idle arm then reached for her left leg and slightly pulled at it, allowing myself to carefully lean in and go deeper. I wanted to let Kaede feel me as she made my breath shake without her even doing anything.

I was beginning to think, again, about how this must be some dream. Though the mildly painful digging of Kaede’s nails on my back assured me it was real. Though in time, I was the one telling her about how she was making me feel; she was just that tight. And with my lips on her jaw, I was left imagining what she looked like; Maybe she had her eyes closed? Or slowly blinking? Mouth hanging open? She had a few things to tell me, too.

Digging my hips on the mattress, and without stopping, I raised myself up and slid my hands on Kaede’s hip. Then I got my view. That telltale wet slapping of skin first to fill my ears as I watched my shaft, the latex having taken a wet gloss even under shadows, plunge in and out of her. The recoil of her hips came next, with that heft that I’d grown to love coming in handy as I pulled her thighs against me, watching her tits bounce along with it. She just looked so good taking me, and with just one look, I knew what to do.

Thrusting harder, the pitch of Kaede’s moans increased, her arms now reaching for the back frame of her bed. I folded her legs back, which made her torso jump a bit, breath hitching, lip bitten as I knocked at her spot again. Holding on to one leg, my other arm reached for her hip, though before long, both arms were wrapped around her thighs. With her legs in the air, she turned to hide her face, while I was reaching deeper and feeling her beginning to squeeze harder. It looked perfectly messy, but it had to be.

Without even an ounce of pressure, Kaede arched her back for me. Quieting down a bit, but failing to hide her moans, she collapsed into even louder squeals as she bit down on her lip. Her hair was messier now, maybe even her head too, as she tried to stop herself. Yet she couldn’t lie with her squeezing, and with just a few more thrusts, the bed creaking from us, she was barely able to mouth the words of orgasm when I cut my pace, and only slammed myself in. Piak, piak, piak! As I did, she groaned, shuddering for a moment or two as she came again, squeezing and pulling me in. Her tension off, she plopped down on the bed, with loud, uneven breaths leaving her. Safe to say, I didn’t follow her this time.

Once she finished shuddering, I bent down. Intending to just kiss her, she pulled me down to it. Though after that, probably feeling the warm sweat on my arms, Kaede invited me.

“How about you lie down?”

Being one to reward confidence. I embraced Kaede. Though switching from kneeling to sitting was harder than it looked online. Try as I might not to, she slipped off me as we flipped places. I was now lying, and she was straddling me. There I was again, admiring my girlfriend as she and I lined my cock up for her. A long exhale left her as the tip punched inside. Her gaze traveled up while gravity did the rest and pushed beyond the stubborn ring of flesh, and past her entrance. Placing her arms near my chest, both of us trying to fight our moans, she told me.

“Stop staring at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like that.” Kaede wasn’t making any sense, yet her eyebrows furrowing and a long exhale answered why I was looking at her that way. Guiding her down, I held onto her hips as she started moving. A slow start gave the impression that she must’ve thought it would not feel so different when she was on top. Yet when the moans came in, as her up-and-down pace picked up, I discreetly folded my legs up to meet her. An ecstatic “oh!” left as I speared inside, shoulders slumping as she shut her eyes, and turned her face upward.

Watching Kaede, though, was not enough for me. Knowing that her basic pace was going to tire her out quicker, she spread her legs further down on the mattress. Only sliding me deeper into her. Even then, she was exploring for herself, though I had to stop her when she tried to squat instead. I never liked how that looked. Though soon, she struck gold for herself, now sliding her hips back and forth, grinding instead of bouncing. Her moans stayed in a fixed pitch as she relished in the ecstasy of having her spot being struck time and again. Even clasping our hands together, placing them on my tummy while I rocked under her. I began to resign myself to the thought of finishing then and there, feeling myself getting harder as she had me stuck deep inside. Yet I felt the need to hold out. I needed her to be tired.

Then, Kaede stopped, switching her arms behind. Maybe that would be better later. Doing two things at once, I finally undid her hada-juban, pulling it down as I bucked my thighs forward and pulled her to me. Her low giggle almost turned breathy as I thrusted. Being rewarded for my surprise with her hands on my neck, and of course, her lips, seeing as close as they were again. Then, as her fingers left, I heard her slide her shoulders out of the oversized sleeves, helping her out of them, before I felt her arms on the pillow. As our lips smacked, with eyes shut, I gently pushed at her hip as I thrust forward. That only made her kiss deeper, moaning as she tried not to let go of my lips. The way our hips were clashing together, however, made that difficult.

Raising herself a little, and with her robe now only on her hips, I could see Kaede’s tits bounce. Lying, I reached and squeezed one as I pinned her with my forearm. Feeling the sheen of sweat as she looked over her back every now and then, both of us could see that her ass was bouncing, evident as it seemed from the sound. Digging my fingers into her hips, I sped up, not wanting just a faint, intermittent slapping, which only grew louder as she became wetter.

Raising herself slightly by an arm, I was able to get a glance and saw how she dripped down my balls. Craning my neck forward to meet the top of her tit as she had her back arched, with the sides of her hair more scattered now, eyes shut, and brows furrowed as I made her bounce on my shaft. Once, she looked down, and I saw the sparkle in her eyes, before groaning and spitting out.

“Don’t stop!”

I could only comply. Not long after, Kaede groaned and shuddered, hips twitching, her walls squeezing ceaselessly. I paused, even if I was giving her a hickey, her breath ragged while I felt her secretions leak out even as I plugged her. Trying my best not to cum too soon by squeezing hard on her ass, the soft flesh, as her body had been, a perfect cushion.

Huffing, she looked over her back again, and at a loss for words, she gazed at me deeply with her cheeks red. She came again. Placing her hands on my neck, she took another shared smooch before she began to move again. Skin to skin, she slowly slid herself, yet only going as deep as my cock could go in that position. But, I knew I could go deeper, and if I did what I wanted, I would cum too. Kaede then asked.

“How do you know exactly what to do with me?”

“What do you mean?” I responded.

“Whenever I’m close, it’s just so easy for you to make me finish. Why is that?” Kaede responded. Peppering me with kisses as she tried to fix her hair. Rudely interrupting her by jamming my hips upward. I pushed her against my cock as I pushed her away, straightening her body up. Tapping at my chest, her skin glowing in the sunlight as she bounced. Yet she wasn’t stopping me either, taking a hand onto my thigh as she bounced along too, all while crying out.

“I’m too sensitive for this!”

I played deaf, only stopping when she shrieked. Pulling her down, she was shuddering, and smiled at me as if to tease. I must’ve made her cum again while wanting to make a point.

“See, I just listen to you.”

“Aren’t you tired?” she asked.

“Not yet.”

Though before Kaede could say anything else, I suggested that we switch. Asking her to stay where she was, pulling out of her made gave a better view of the sticky mess we had made. Seeing her reach down with a finger to see it as I moved out from under, next seeing how wet my cock was too, all the way down to my balls. Dropping herself sideways on the bed, she must’ve thought we were just going to flip. But, she got the picture when I gestured to her to get back up on her knees.

Turning her head to look at me, I didn’t even need to look down as I laid my hands on her and pushed in. Immediately feeling how much tighter she was, both of us huffed out as she also pushed back. Leaning forward to place her ponytail on her back, instead of dangling on the side. The last I saw of her face was a furrowed expression, eyes half closed, as she turned away from me. Closing mine, I straightened back up and began to fuck her.

Kaede tried to hold her head up even as she began moaning. Though with the sight of my cock spearing in and out of her flesh so carelessly, even with how wet she already was, I just couldn’t help myself to it. Thrusting hard enough to make her ass bounce, the quick, shallow ripples made a small smile, unseen by her, like a madman. Dropping her head, I tried to peek at her, but to no avail. Even as I watched the muscles on her back move as she shifted her arms, arching her back, her arms and legs slowly spreading forward and wider as the sound of her moans and slapping flesh filled the room again. The story was the same for me. I was always just listening.

Wanting to see more, I slid my arms beside Kaede’s hips, continually watching her ass bounce against my crotch and just letting me take the image of it. Almost losing my patience as I felt myself twitch inside, letting out a moan myself. She was getting too tight for me to ignore. Trying to recover, I ramped up my pace, slightly overcorrecting. The natural force pushing her forward with her arms sliding a bit ahead, and deeper, into her. I let her moans rise to a crescendo. The idea of stopping was not in my head until I saw her legs shake and feet tap on the mattress. Whimpering as she tried to keep her elbows up, only then did I grab at her left elbow.

Kaede had other ideas.

Surprising me, she reached her arm around my neck. Turning our heads to one another, I thought she was going to talk, though I started moving again and interrupted her. Her eyes rolled back and closed, groaning as my crotch, length all the way in, pressed against her. My lips on her shoulder, hand snaking up then grasping her tit, throttling to my slowest when she mouthed, “Wait, wait, wait.”

“Anything wrong?”

“Nothing,” she replied, slowly blinking, scanning me.

I did not admit it, but I was losing control too. Even in pausing, I was still thrusting slowly, giving me time to further the gap. Inside Kaede’s tightness, the weight in my gut had grown heavier, and twitching became harder to tame. I was only lucky I had lasted this long.

Then, Kaede pulled herself off and faced me. Too tired to say anything. Her afterglow was too much to ignore for me now. Her white skin was glowing pink, the sweat over it more pronounced, and the way she always called to me. That was to think, we weren’t even finished yet, and just the terminal phase. She did give me a window. Legs open, she was sitting down, not kneeling.

Pulling her into an embrace, I set Kaede down. Making out for a little, she had her hands on my arms, eyes rapidly looking at me, scanning me, when I saw her grab for my cock. Before I realized it, snap! Dangling between her fingers was the condom I had until then, sticky, wet, but unfilled. Tossing it aside, she had just pulled me down and was about to kiss me when I entered her. Deep and twitching, both of us moaned as she tightly grabbed onto my shoulders. The new sensation was quickly overtaking us, finding myself beginning to strain almost the moment I got my pace.

Leaning down to Kaede’s face every now and then, every smack we shared had intensified since we’d gone raw. Both our moans, with mine just slightly weaker, as it filled the room, spelled out the same, guttural, raw pleasure. I was slower now, running on fumes, but we knew I was close. Fighting that losing battle, I asked her.

“You want me to pull out?”

Glancing outward for a second at the golden, afternoon sunset. Both of us looked back at one another, breathlessly.

“No.” Lust in her big eyes, Kaede answered, “I want you to cum in me.”

I didn’t answer, nor did I stop. Only speeding up. Kaede reached an arm backward as her moans increased, bracing for the end when I stopped. Sharing a smooch as I pulled her leg to me and picked her up. An arm on my leg, and another on my neck, I had my legs spread wide, my hands holding her close. Squeezing at her ass, her tied hair was a disheveled mess now, eyes trying to stay on mine, pale skin and lips beckoning under a shared, perverted gaze, with random beads of sweat on her forehead. Thighs pressed against my own, she was moving a little, though the way she sat gave me leverage to move, so I did. Her face close to mine, I asked.

"Are you sure?”

Eyes slowly blinking, she nodded, her breathing hitching. Trying to calm herself down before the final run. That was all she could do now.

“Nothing will happen to you?"

My first lucid sentence in a while, frozen in the moment, while straining as I asked her about it. I had my worries, but Kaede was a bright girl, and wouldn’t have snapped it off so short-sightedly. I was trying not to think too hard, not this close to the finish now. She just shook her head and answered barely above a whisper. She was not one to lie with a consequence that big.

Kaede’s answer quelled me. So I poured everything I had left, grabbing her hip as I rolled mine upward, and she pushed herself downward. Guiding herself on my shaft, I let the image and noise of her bouncing on my cock as deep as she could, begin to overwhelm me, and I opened my legs as much as I could. The last of my stamina trickled downward, straining as I sprang her, and bracing as she pushed down into it. The way her body, shorter, though somewhat just as stocky as mine, called to me. All of it affected and overwhelmed me more than it should’ve. I was just about to give it all in, too.

With her arms on my shoulders, I took my chances with her. Digging my left fingers on her hips, I switched into a grind. Kaede crying out as she bounced, her wetness dripped down my balls, our hips rolling against each other, my strained hums clashing against her loud moans. I tried to lull myself into a trance, a futile attempt to last just a little longer, yet what I did next seemed off, sucking at her nipple before letting go. Leaning back as the final, wet smacks echoed. Looking up, she had her gaze downward too, craning her neck down and placing her lips on mine. It was a moment that, until then, I had thought only to exist in movies. Then, sitting straighter now, I saw her eyebrows furrow and felt her walls beginning to tighten as I thrusted deep. Reading her lips, her touch on the back of my neck, my cock became stiff. I had lost control, planted my lips below her neck, and began to cum inside Kaede.

Overtaken, both of us groaned. My cock was deep inside, twitching hard, feeling my shaft pulsing as my large, thick load filled her. Responding to the sudden, foreign warmth filling her with hitched breath, her hips shifting, back slightly arched into me as her whole body shook along, breathing heightened. Further pulling me, she moaned as her walls pulsed, with her fingers clawed at my back as she tried to keep herself upright. Grunting, with my mind turning blank, running only on pure instinct as I gave her the last drops of my cum, shuddering too with our orgasm, I was half-lidded, watching, I tried to catch a glimpse. Yet, all I heard was whatever unintelligible, but human string, Kaede could let out. Trying to look straight, all to keep my hazy vision from shutting, blinking before I pulled my lips away. I saw she must have tried to do the same, though she, in contrast, lost.

Her eyes almost rolled back, fluttering before shutting them tight. Turning her head upward, mouth slightly open, she scrunched her nose. A final, fading moan left her before finally placing her head on my shoulder. It was all over in just a minute, having taken us three weeks to get here. A proper consummation that was neither rushed, yet felt all too perfect— a little too intense —to have been reality. Even her musk felt unreal, until I felt her finger tingle, and heard Kaede’s, and my own ragged breath.

But I realized that slowly, we came down from it all, our breathing calming down as I felt both of us relax. I let go of my grip, and fully snapping out of my fugue, I leaned forward and gave her a light peck on the blushed cheek. Kaede opened her eyes, snapping out of it too. Clearly tired, orgasm after orgasm having chipped away at her, a shift of her eyes resulted in a smooch, then another, and a bit of tongue before she pulled back. No thoughts, just slow breathing, the room having gone silent along with us. Then I felt it, a wet spot between my legs, and the one person possible for that was still sitting on me.

And where other couples might have thought of a second round, we were just thinking with our gazes, “What the hell did we just do?”

“That was…,” Kaede began, “something.”

I agreed with her, thinking to myself that I still haven’t lost my grit, even after so long. I could only compliment her for it as we, slowly blinking, both tried to fix our hair. I stammered.

“ You …you were great.”

“No,” she laughed, placing her hair on the sides of her face. Feigning humility, “You were great.”

It was my turn to feign it. Sharing a few playful kisses before Kaede was truly finished with me. A sticky, popping sound as she lifted herself off my still semi-erect cock. Gasping out while I laughed upon seeing the mess she had created. That was to think that we only lay on our backs twice, so the rest could only be from what was between her legs. Reaching a finger down to prick a drop of cum leaving her pussy’s folds, watching her lift it up to her mouth, and lick it. That won’t end well, I thought, even if I had thought she tasted good. Her face souring up at the salty droplet she just licked told me the Kaede I knew had returned. Leaving the bed first, I grabbed the box of tissues on her table and handed it to her. As she grabbed it, I finally got a peek outside. The sun was getting lower now, moving away from the windowsill, and she turned her head to look out, then to me.

“You never shut it, why?”

“Nobody was going to see us,” I responded, with the view only being other roofs, and barely any windows. Even if you looked up from the street, it was not her room being peeked into. Our combined noise, however, I never told her about. “Besides, I thought the sunset looked nice.”

“You were sightseeing? Or were you having sex with me?”

“Both.” I cheekily replied. Walking over to Kaede, who was still wiping away at herself, and leaning to kiss her. Her hands, as they were on my neck, were still as soft as ever. Though after, she beckoned me to come just a bit closer as she moved to the edge of the bed, then leaned down as she grabbed my now half-erect cock and licked at its tip. I grimaced, not expecting it to feel this sensitive. Looking down, she just smiled as she traced her tongue along the head. It had been another thing she had learned from her girl friends, apparently. After which, she hopped over into the shower first as I sat down, seeing some of our combined fluids still dripping off of her. Closing, but not locking the bathroom door, now it was my turn to wipe tissues everywhere.

Before joining her in the shower, I got one last look at her bed, the fucking mess of a bed, that is. A few particular wet spots, too many wrinkles to count, and a discarded, wrinkled robe on the floor. Picking it up and placing it on a hanger before I cleaned up after myself. Following her inside, and by the time I closed the door to the shower, it was running, seeing Kaede’s figure through frosted glass as she rubbed all over. Though not without telling me some quirks of the older space. The sliding door was slightly ajar, an invitation. Another round here, or not, I readied myself.

The next thing I saw after stepping in and having barely had time to scan Kaede and slide the door was her pointing the shower at me. The surprise “attack” of water, besides me yelling at her playfully to stop, even got in my mouth, as if that was of any help.

“No surprises!” she cautioned. I was tired of giving her a surprise, too.

Though admittedly, I understood the appeal of soapy suds on tits for the first time in a long while. Rubbing them from behind, and even facing me, like I had just discovered fire. All while fighting the urge to suck on them before it was all washed off. What an absolute pervert. Though later, while embracing her from behind, Kaede looked over and began to kiss me. A few steps later, and I had my back against the wall, and then she knelt. If she was so tired, why would she be the one to initiate this time? Slowly stroking my cock, I asked her.

“I thought you said no surprises?”

“I mean, aren’t you going home after this?” Kaede replied. She was just, quite literally, squeezing at every chance she had with me now.

I was planning to. But now? I didn’t think so. It was always easy to make an excuse. My cock, having not gone too limp, was hard again as she put her lips around it. In honesty, I should have seen it coming when she would stroke it with her soapy hands just moments ago. My now clean, and to her, veiny cock, was all Kaede wanted at this point. Turning the shower down, she was making herself gag on it, almost forcing herself on it. All pretty much undoing how clean she had made it earlier. Although one particular gag made me a little concerned that she might soil the tiles. Telling her to be careful as she coughed, she replied.

“I’m not Aizawa Minami, you know,” Kaede remarked. I laughed, her looking up just in time to read my lips, giggling along as she licked my length. Though both were excellent, and false dichotomies aside, I would still take Kaede.

“Hey! How do you know her?!”

“How do you think I know this?” she threw it back at me. Taking me halfway, then completely. Much like earlier, she just used her mouth. It was initially supposed to have been just a quick blow, as she moved much more hastily, stroking when she couldn’t take any more. Though before I came, my legs were wide, and she was sloppily taking my cock into her mouth. I pushed her off.

“Stand up,” I commanded. Kaede knew what was next, giving me a kiss before I turned her around. A slap rang out, her grimacing as she rubbed her right asscheek. Too much force, apparently. Bending her toward the shower, I positioned myself, stroking my twitching cock with one hand and linking the other around her arm. Leaning over as I rubbed it against her pussy. Only then did I reveal my proposition.

"You know, I can make excuses to sleep overnight."

A sly smile left Kaede’s lips at that. Ideas formed in our heads about what else to do besides eat and watch the movie. However, I imagined her imagination ran far wilder than mine. Meanwhile, her other pair of lips had another story. Pushing myself in, I broke that confident look in her face. I didn’t even give her the time to adjust, having already done that earlier, as I thrust all the way in. Her moans in the small space were even louder than it was in the bedroom, and were only complemented by the slapping of my crotch against hers.

I turned the shower on high, pointing the strong stream straight down onto the tiles in an attempt to hush Kaede’s moans. Though with her legs closed, back bent forward, and my hands pulling at her elbows, I made sure she felt every thrust. I wasn’t sure if it worked. Only letting her go as I felt myself coming closer, hands on her hips as I fucked her harder, her having nowhere to grip in the slippery tiles. Save for her fingers grazing at my thigh ever so often, with my hands only having her elbows and hip to hold on to as we came close. A shared grunt and shriek a minute later, two shaking, barely standing bodies at its wake, and the bathroom was quiet again. After that, we repeated our shower, quietly stepping out and drying ourselves, satisfied all the same. By that point, we really were too tired for surprises. I held the door open as we walked out in our towels.

"What do you want to eat?” Kaede asked. I was thinking when she had me wait for the door. Switching to another topic while we were at it, and clearly not setting up for another round as I stood at the doorway. Though I had an answer when she handed me my pants.

“Anything down in the kitchen is fine.”

“Curry then."

Kaede got that one correct. Something cheap. Though upon going down so she can fix herself, I couldn’t help but chuckle at how scattered our clothes were around the couch, nor what unfolded while we were on it. I have to remind myself that there is no going back. We had sex twice in one afternoon. Cleaning our clothes up, I already kind of knew it would happen someday, though what I never really expected was that I was going to be today, having had to strip her as a miko, nonetheless. As such, I found myself having to replace the pitcher after drinking all of the water from it, and I finished all the bread she had bought for me in almost under a minute. Sex, in varying and at best, particular intensities, was a physically taxing activity.

Returning to our earlier positions before everything happened, I sat down on the couch and waited for her, then just lay down as I knew she would take quite a bit. While on my phone, and thinking I should buy us some things, or at least do anything, my eyes began to feel sleepy.

A while later, Kaede woke me up with a few taps on my shoulder. I dozed off. It hadn’t been too long since I had fallen asleep. My eyes were feeling heavier than I had anticipated, though I could tell she was going through it too. Both of us had to pretend to return to our regular duties after what we had just done. Telling her that maybe she should lie down on the couch and sleep. The same one I ate her out on earlier.

Though upon pointing it out, she must have thought I was trying to mess with her. I wasn’t.

Now, one of us had to buy a few things, and since I was the one who actually needed to go, I volunteered. By the time I opened the door, the sun had already set, but it still was not quite dark when we walked out. Though before I reached for the lock, Kaede tapped me on my shoulder. Facing her, our temporary goodbye kisses, originally pecks, became louder, smooches after mere seconds. We were quite handsy before she reached for the gate, though never reaching below either of our waists. Letting go of my lips, she was trying to make my shirt less awkward-looking when she asked, looking up.

“You’re going to eat with me, right?”

I couldn’t promise, as I might be stopped at home. I could be fast, though.

回る未来の地図を蹴り飛ばして
Mawaru mirai no chizu wo keritobashite
Why don’t we kick away the rolling map of the future

“I’ll be back in an hour,” I promised.

Kaede was just quiet after that. Staring for a second before laughing. Asking her why, she just replied.

“I cannot believe we just did that,” she shyly remarked, covering her mouth and giggling to herself.

笑っていようぜ
Waratteiyou ze
And keep on smiling?

I still found it funny that it felt so new for her. Though for me, it felt almost inevitable. I laughed along for a bit before I told her I really needed to go.

“Alright, be back by then,” Kaede replied, a bit dotingly as she tapped the side of my neck.

君と描いた地図を手に取って
Kimi to egaita chizu wo te ni totte
With a map we drew together in our hands

One more kiss and I was out of the gate. She even waved me goodbye. Though for my part, I crossed my fingers once I got on the bus that I could come back.

Yet, as soon as I sat on the bus, its mechanical song lulled me as it began to pick up speed. I huffed, thinking about what we did. There was a problem. I felt my eyes getting heavy again.

笑っていたいね
Waratteitai ne
I want to keep on smiling with you