9.2: Todome no Ichigeki

By the time my eyes opened, I was already late.

Looking out, I knew the only way was to wait for the bus to loop again. Though telling Kaede about it, she herself had committed the same mistake; the couch had become too soft for her to resist.

Going down and trying not to break a sweat as I briskly walked to our street. I could only describe myself as running on autopilot; into the house, out onto the station, and back onto the bus. Though I still dozed off, I was glad nobody saw me jolt awake, my brain being too alert the next time not to miss her stop. Two loud knocks on their gate five minutes later. Peeking through the gate and seeing the door open, catching her with a blank expression until she opened the gate, almost pulling me inside.

“You’re late!” Kaede said as we entered the house.

“Well, I got these,” I replied, raising the plastic bag in my hand. We need more water this time, I thought earlier. Kaede just slapped my chest, knowing what I implied before taking it from me. Two successive, tiring engagements will wear anybody down. We both had more casual clothes now. She had her hair down now. In the summer, we wore long, but thin, pants paired with two very different shirts to complete it. Asking her what she did with her miko attire, to which she remarked she would need to wash it twice as usual.

Setting it down on the counter, I did what I could to help Kaede with dinner. I didn’t want to fall asleep again and just have her do the cooking. Stirring for her, it wasn’t until I was looking over the stove that we realized she had made enough for tomorrow. No harm in eating more than usual, and for breakfast. Checking the time once we sat down, it was quite later than the normal time we both ate.

We started eating quietly, a common thing between Kaede and me. Our first house date shared a potato-rich curry and some accompanying vegetables. Although about halfway through, with clicking chopsticks and empty bowls of soup, we began to share a conversation. The topic was expected. As always, she needed to rub it in a bit, and I expected to dismiss myself.

“You know, I was not expecting you to be that good.” Kaede began.

“Oh, I just got bored on the internet sometimes.”

Though now, it was my turn to spin it around.

“And you, just how many AVs did you watch to learn that?”

“Well, just recently, I think? Hmm…,” Then Kaede held up four fingers.

I, out of jest, asked her to name their actresses. She only remembered two, and I couldn’t remember from the description alone. Though it inevitably drifted to our past. The more intimate parts, at least, with me pressing for detail from Kaede. I did, for some reason, and I believed her, too. We had never really talked about it much. Listening with a hand on her chin, amused. Admitting that she was quite envious, yet cheeky with what few things I had experienced, I had to do with somebody else before. Scrunching her nose, teasing me as she said.

“Well, I can always find out, can’t I?”

“Of course.”

I chuckled, half-joking, knowing quite well that it was our truth now. I was considering adding something for effect, although I felt the conversation was beginning to shift to less crass topics. By that point, we were just laughing while talking. Among other things, even she, rummaging through the fridge, started to share her stash of sweets with me before we both stood up. Clearing the table, I went over to the television to provide some background white noise, with an after-dinner variety show playing as we cleaned.

While wiping the table, an idea popped into my head. To think Kaede was doing something as mundane as washing the dishes. Perhaps planted by her mention of watching adult videos, and maybe inspired by it. I guess, for performance’s sake, now doesn’t seem so out of the ordinary. It wasn’t like I didn’t do my fair share of watching, either.

Wiping the counter, I tucked the towel away. That meant getting behind Kaede, and after placing it next to the sink, which still ran, gave me the chance to embrace her from behind. Glancing over at our reflection on the window as my arms slid over her belly, I looked over to her. I wasn’t doing anything, but I was just embracing her, and I could tell she was trying not to react. Yet, she was flushed red. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, I then said, shrugging.

“Well, we can just watch the mov-”

“Movie?” Kaede replied confusedly. Head turned, eyebrows furrowed. Her cold, wet hands were grabbing at my wrist. Fuck me.

“Just wait.”

A wily smile, Kaede’s eyes glanced from down to up. Animal instinct, and I knew what waited.

“Oh, and,” she stuttered, then just smiled, “ah, never mind.”

Tsk! I thought Kaede was going to say something. But I guess I will find out later. She knew I would sound a bit disappointed, leading me on like that. Though I never minded it much, as while I did have my intent, if she wanted her movie, I was okay with that, too. Though I caught her looking my way when I picked out the bag of chips we were eating. Leaving it on the table for us to pick when she turned the counter.

It was a small and quite cramped space, though oddly, the connection was stronger there than in the living room. Truthfully, it was either Kaede, the old wood finish, or the soap, but the space smelled nice, too. So there I was, behind her, using my phone as I waited for her to finish.

“You know the password to my account, right?” Kaede asked, scrubbing.

“It’s not logged out? Whose is that then?” I pointed to the TV.

Neither of us was looking at each other; I was on my phone, and she never looked at me.

“Maybe oba-san’s before she went home…”

“Eh, no wonder it’s all just old shows, then.”

We both laughed lightly. She was just cleaning the sink by then.

In my periphery, Kaede turned the tap off and wiped her hands. Then, as she turned to me, I looked up. Slightly pinning me against the counter, letting me put my phone down before placing her cold hands on my shoulder. Staring at me, then at my lips for a second, before she leaned her neck forward. Smack. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked me as if to ridicule me.

“You really thought we were gonna watch it now?”

“You’re not a good liar,” I replied. After expending every flare she had, I saw right through that gaze of hers.

Giggling at me, Kaede turned around and pulled down the window blinds. Zip! Only shadows beyond those blinds. I held my hands out as she came back to my embrace. Smiling at me and slowly saying.

“You want another go?”

That big-eyed stare, head slightly listing left, hands now on my neck. It was Kaede’s turn to see through me. I glanced at her lips and then pushed my face forward. Her lips met mine halfway again. A huff and a smirk from both of us afterward was about as good a permission as we could give. I knew she was still quite shy, and so was I. We exchanged a few giggles as we tried to shake the nerves off. Jokingly telling ourselves to “relax.”

Although we soon forgot about the television in the living room. Making out louder than its static, tongues in each other’s mouths as my hands traveled downwards, softly groping at her ass, hearing her giggle as her hand pulled my wrist up. Not yet, I think. All while the sticky sound of our tongues continued. Retaliating by pulling her in with the same hand. Pressing herself in, her kisses became deeper, and without breaking, her hands slid down my shirt. My hand traveled down too, squeezing hard this time. A slight squeal left her as she pulled back. I let go.

“You really want to grab it, don’t you?"

"I can’t help it.” I said defensively, “It’s soft.”

Kaede huffed and bit her lip; perhaps she wasn’t expecting a compliment. Just continuing making out. Though to my surprise, as I lay my hand on her hip, she herself grabbed and pulled it down. Pinning both of us forward, squeezing it, she moaned weakly, even breaking away for a bit before placing her lips back. Having had just enough of her before switching places, careful not to pin her back. She just stared at me while I undid the tie of the apron, though not before she grabbed and placed a packet on the counter. A repeat tactic from earlier.

“Not taking chances?”

“You felt great,” Kaede replied. “But I think two creampies are enough.”

I agreed. Softly pulling me in with one arm, the other coming between my legs. While both of mine were at the hem of her pants, fiddling, before finding it. Not wasting time, I began to pull it down. Not even taking our lips off one another, one leg, two leg, now she only had her shirt on. Sliding my hands up her thigh, she was about to turn around when I stopped her. Giving her neck a kiss before asking her to put her arms on my shoulder.

Kaede and I shared a giggle when I placed her on the countertop. Luckily, lifting her wasn’t as hard as I imagined. Not missing a beat, I pulled her legs open as she leaned away, stabling herself on an arm as I kissed her thighs. Low hums left her as my lips grazed her soft flesh, her free hand slowly running through my hair. Slipping off her panties with both of us scrambling to slide it off her legs, and when the undergarment fell on the floor, I bent down and gave her pussy slow, left-to-right licks. Though when I sucked hard on her clit, a moan broke out.

Holding Kaede’s legs down, I knew I needed to be quick because of how difficult it was to keep my position. Partially kneeling down as I got to work. Long, deep licks on her folds, salt in my mouth as her flesh warmly invited me. I kept my eyes open, looking up at her, watching her confidence turn into promiscuity. Gazing, hazy eyes, slow blinks. A quiet room now, loud, slow breaths, pronounced pink cheeks. Watching me, she opened her legs a little wider when I moved an arm up and readied my fingers. Only averting her gaze when my tongue struck her clit several times over, throwing her head back, and moaning.

My fingers circled her hole. Immediately greeted by the warm sensation of her folds, wet to the touch. Pressing against, and when I pulled for a second, I felt something like a sticky string on my fingertips. I couldn’t look, but I knew anyway. Not when the slopping sounds of my tongue had driven her mad.

I pushed my fingers when she wasn’t looking. Kaede let out a long cry, her body jerking as I immediately felt her walls squeeze around my fingers. Tongue drawing circles around her entrance. My fingers, deep inside, wasted no time before moving. I felt her grip tighten around my head as it hooked and struck her spot again and again. Shifting even more now, her loud huffs and moans filling the communal space, biting her lip hard to try and shut herself up. Yet, the only coherent thing she asked was for more. Curling my fingers up, her entire body jumped with it.

Even when I thought she had grown tired from the afternoon, her sensitivity was still speaking louder through shaking bodies, hitched breaths, attempted silences, and trying to close her legs on me. One last look, and a few rapid blinks from her, I could just feel her orgasm creeping in much faster than earlier.

That made Kaede slip easier. Feeling her closing her legs to me, I pushed them open. Jamming my fingers further inside, already feeling my pinky straining with how deep they were. Peeking up to see, she was leaning back even further now, with one leg trying to close as I held the other open. My tongue was beginning to feel numb. I remembered those videos where the guys would finger too fast, and have the star spill all over the floor—not here, I guess. I know the wetness pouring down my palm was genuine, however.