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Sex.
One of the greatest words to have ever existed. A term that bestows upon itself and on any who utters it a dazzling myriad shades of implications, assumptions and gratifications; of the tantalizing, the disappointing, the frustrating; or in the aftermath, as one ponders, regrets, glorifies.
To one Hiato, second-year student at Shuchi'in Academy, it was never a topic that crossed his mind. He liked to believe that he was above such things—not that he would refuse if such an opportunity came, mind. But unlike the hormonal teenagers surrounding him, who would jump at any chance whenever ojou-sans crooked their fingers to bid them hither; he held himself to a higher standard, earnest in respecting both himself and his partner, whoever they may be, before fully committing to such an act. And if such an act brought consequences, he would most definitely shoulder the burden and take responsibility, as any proper gentleman would, regardless of background or creed or station.
Currently, if say, that infamous gyaru trio over at 2-A came to proposition him for "mind-blowing sex" as certain rumors went, he would sternly raise his hand and say "No, thank you, Hayasaka-san." Abstinence was its own virtue, especially when one has a steadfast goal in mind.
Now, if say, the sweet and bubbly Chika Fujiwara, of Class 2-B, were to be the one to proposition him, then he would most certainly accept—notthatitwouldeverhappennosiree—
Hey, you hear that Surumachi guy got turned down?
Ouch! Strike one for the Chika fan club this week!
Hey, Hiato, when're you gonna step up to bat?
Ahhhhhhh! Hiato's internal scream could have blown down mountains, in his opinion. He could well imagine the death cries of all the other people who had confessed to the wonderful Fujiwara-san, only to then be instantly turned down by their beautiful goddess, condemned forever-more to a life of "what-might-have-beens". His fellows' courage and tenacity were certainly admirable, but not if it came at the ultimate expense of rejection, creating a memory that would linger, for as long as he lived.
Not that inaction would solve things too, he thought critically. At this rate, second year would end, and he would lose all chance to of ever giving his heart to Chika Fujiwara.
Currently, he was at a dilemma. He had gotten to know Chika for the past few weeks, as they studied for school work. His fellows had been jealous, but he had shown them he hadn't been able to really "get in".
What he didn't tell them was that he was getting very weird signals for Fujiwara-san, all of them indicating—if he was not misinterpreting things like an idiot—that she "liked" him. Now, as exciting as that idea sounded, it still sounded like a bit of a long-shot.
What he also didn't tell them was the fact that she would be visiting his house for more "intensive" study. He could well imagine those idiots' reaction to his inviting a girl, and not just any girl, but their idol, to his house. Being ostracized by the heirs of global companies did not sound appealing at all.
Ding-dong!
That was the door-bell. He checked the windows, and saw it was Chika.
"Ah, you're here, welcome, Fujiwara-san," he said, as he opened the door.
"Hello hello!" Chika said brightly, with a slight bow. "Here right on time, Hiato-kun!"
"Wow you're… You brought a lot of…" His eyes widened, as he took in her general appearance. She was wearing… very risqué clothing—short shorts and a t-shirt that was so tight, it accentuated her ample bosom and the sexy curves of her waist and hips. Looking dumbly for another excuse not to say "boobs", he continued, "… You brought a lot of books."
Thinking he was referring to her bag, which certainly looked heavy, she replied, "Oh, there's also a bunch of snacks in here, too. A lot of brain-friendly things, too, all sweet and stuff."
"Yeah… well, come on in," Hiato said nervously, and led the way through his house, all the way up to the bedroom. He sat on the bed, while she took up the desk.
Throughout the first hour of their studying session, Hiato couldn't help but be overly conscious of the girl in his room. It was an actual girl in his room, which was a first, but it was also the one and only Chika Fujiwara, too. He couldn't take his eyes off her cute face, her beautiful skin, her lustrous hair, and that smoking hot body; especially those boobs that kept jiggling with every minor thing she did, like write something down or stretch her arms.
It got to the point that he was now actively hiding the very real tent in his pants. He was glad to be wearing tight pants, even if it was painful.
Eventually, it was her beauty that also steeled his resolve. There was no better opportunity than this. He might be damned by his friends, but he would not back down! He stood, then walked towards the desk.
"Um… Fujiwara-san, could I have a minute?"
"Hmm?" She looked up and beamed. "What is it?"
He took a deep breath, then he lunged forward, grabbing Fujiwara's hands. "Fujiwara-san! I like you! Please go out with me!"
For a brief moment she said nothing, then she squealed loudly.
"Whaaat?" He swallowed, his heart thundering in his head, as he tried to temper his excitement. One false move and everything would be over. He kept his eyes on Chika.
"Um… wow…" She looked down. "I… Okay. I like you too. Okay, let's go out."
He felt like he couldn't breathe. Did she just say—
"You will?" he almost shouted.
She nodded, her face completely red.
"Yesss!" he shouted to the ceiling, his heart feeling like it was going a mile an hour. "I mean, thank you, Fujiwara-san…"
"Ehehe…" she smiled awkwardly. "So does that mean you'll take me out on dates and stuff?"
"Of course!" he said fervently, then paused. "I mean, after the exams maybe. Definitely we will!"
He felt so elated that he only then noticed that she had said she'd liked him too. He felt so happy he could die. To think his feelings had been mutual! He only hoped he wasn't dreaming. "So, Fujiwara-san, you… also liked me?"
She nodded, looking quite embarrassed. "You're a cool guy, and I guess the way you just confessed made my heart go places."
"Oh… wow…"
"Let's take a breather," she said, letting go of his hands. "It looks like you're about to die on me."
"Y-yeah," he said, sitting back on the bed. "L-let's do that."
She rummaged in her pack, and pulled out a snack. "Want one?" she said.
"Um… sure." She rose to give the snack, but then stumbled.
"Fujiwara-san!" he said, catching her before she could fall. The momentum knocked him backwards, ending up with the both of them on the bed, with her on top of him.
The two teenagers could only stare at each other in stunned silence, now more hyper-aware than ever of each other. He can smell her, all of her, with her this close. He can see how beautiful she was, he can feel the sexiness of her body with his touch.
For a long while, no one spoke. Then she laughed, suddenly. "That's your wiener, isn't it?"
His mind screeched to a halt. "W-What?"
"This thing," she said, practically puffing out her sweet scent on him. "This is that thing boys get right? Their wiener? Their wang? Their little pecker?"
"Um…" he didn't get why she was talking like this but it excited him.
Now Chika had a sly look on her face. "Hey, Hiato, were you thinking of me all this time like this? You bad, bad boy."
"Um, Fujiwara-san…"
"I like it," she said, then leaned in to kiss him
KISS!
The word echoed in his mind. He'd gone to first base! He was kissing Chika Fujiwara!
Their kiss was wet and awkward, with a lot of their lips just bumping together. But he got into it, and pretty soon they were smacking together, almost devouring each other's mouth. When she raised her head, pulling away from the kiss, he could see the small flimsy rope of spit that bridged his lips and hers.
"Mmfufu… That was nice…" she said, her cheeks flushed.
"Mmmyeah…"
They stared at each other. It was unmistakable; even he could feel something in the atmosphere: somewhere inside the feeling of awkwardness, like a charge of electricity or a shift in the air quality. It was like they were reading each other's thoughts. Maybe it was pheromones, or hormones, or just their natural instincts awakening.
Whatever it was, he'd become horny. And she'd become horny as well.
And they both knew it.
"Wanna do it?" she said, in a near whisper.
He nodded, then mashed his lips to hers in another, deeper kiss, as his arms wrapped around her body, drawing her to the bed next to him. They stayed like that for a long while, never saying another word, hungrily kissing each other. Then they were taking off each other's clothes, with Chika's taking a while to strip, as her shirt was a little too fitting—and her boobs a size too big. They shared a bit of a laugh about it, before he fell silent, drinking in the raw sexuality of her naked body. Her nipples were pink and fresh, the shape of her massive boobs perfectly round. Her slender body, her beautiful skin, all wrapped up in a cute package—it took all his willpower to not just keep hugging her there.
Though he did notice that her eyes were fixed on his cock, which was accurately conveying his intense feelings for her.
She poked its tip, making him twitch. "Wow, so this is a man's thing… It's really big…"
"Th-thanks," he said, not too sure what to say to that. Then he really couldn't say anything when his idol started stroking his cock, like it was a pet she was most curious about. She practically folded her fingers around his length, then gave him a tug, making him groan in response.
"I'm sorry," she whispered hastily. "Did it hurt?"
"No no," he said, "It felt good."
She smacked her lips, and smiled coyly. "Then wouldn't you like to feel better?"
They got into position, with her lying back on top of his pillows, and with him above her. She pulled her thighs apart, allowing him to see her most secret place—pink and puffy. Both their faces were flushed, and filled with young lust. He laid his rigid length against her sex. He glanced at her, and saw her looking back with a firm, trusting expression. He took another look at her lovely body, his for the taking.
She lay back, seemingly relaxing, breathing in deep and quick, as if she was waiting for him in anticipation.
He knew he had to take his time, in order not to screw this up and give both of them a bad memory that they could never forget. At the same time, this was a scene he'd only ever seen in his fantasies, to which he'd masturbated many times. Thus, his excitement level was sky high. But he was determined to do his best. Though his cock strained to plunge itself into her moist depths, he stayed put, and merely laid his member against her throbbing entrance.
Hiato bent down and gently kissed her face, by lightly brushing his lips against her eyelids, then her nose, cheeks, down to her chin. He nibbled on her earlobes, causing her to squeak in surprise, but he held onto her hands. She grasped him tight, and he could feel her hands tremble. Then he continued to lay his kisses throughout her neck, which made her purr, then down to her collar-bone.
He moved on to her boobs and marveled at the feel of them beneath his touch. He kneaded them, mashed them, before laying kisses all over the skin. Everything he did made his beloved Chika shudder and groan. He laid his tongue against her nipples, and slurped them loudly, as if he were suckling from his mother. Then he twirled his tongue all around the pink areola, before lightly tugging on it with his teeth. Chika's body began to tremble and writhe. He repeated the same motion on her other breast, and he could hear her tremulous voice. A surge of satisfaction came through him, for being able to do all this to his idol and pleasure her just the same.
"Ahhh… haahhh… Hiato-kun…" she said, pleadingly. Her voice sounded a lot more aroused.
He moved lower, his face now above her lovely pussy. He slipped his hands under her pert butt cheeks so he could get a closer look. He stared at her secret place, wishing to commit this all to memory. Her pale skin lent an ethereal-like quality to her lower lips. Her vulva was flushed like a red flower. Her labia was blushing from the heat of her arousal. The bud of her clit was raised, as if it were inviting him to continue. Her entrance was parted slightly, drooling with her nectar.
"Ahh… wh-what're you doing..?"
"Shhhh… Leave it to me, Fujiwara-san," he said softly.
"O-okay then, I'll leave it to you, Hiato-kun," she said, seemingly touched by his confidence. Truth be told, he didn't know where he was getting this confidence from. Perhaps some sort of hidden instinct, long slumbering inside him, had arisen in the face of this beautiful woman, and now it was guiding him along to help them in their first times.
He maneuvered himself on top of her. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit to coat himself in her steaming juices. Then he shifted his body, being careful to not just plant his body on top of her, before he gradually pushed himself inside. He kept gazing intently at her face, watching her for any discomfort. Her insides felt so wonderfully tight that he was tempted to just spear in and be done with it. But he held on, and tried to dip out then back inside her gingerly. He felt her insides spread before him, slowly but surely, progressively adjusting to his size. He felt pleasure beyond anything he'd ever felt grip his length, but he controlled his urge to pump harder and faster.
When he reached her maidenhood, he stopped and watched her gasp and wheeze. He was not even halfway inside her velvet canal yet he was already at this point, so he was extra cautious.
"Wow…" she breathed, her body squirming. "You're so… big, Hiato-kun… So this is how it feels…"
"Are you… okay, Fujiwara-san?"
She nodded quickly, her shoulders heaving up and down. "Y-yeah."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
She smiled at him, and grabbed his hands. "Please."
He kissed her full-stop, tweaked her nipple with one hand, pulled out his cock, then plunged straight in. After he broke through her virginal barrier, he stopped, to watch her.
Chika squealed, in a similar way to a boiling teapot. Her breaths came out in loud, repeated gasps, her eyes squinted shut. Her forehead was slick with sweat. He could see tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes. He let go of her mouth to kiss her tears away, and just lay there, fully sheathed inside her wonderful pussy, and waiting for her to relax.
"Waaah… That really hurt…" she admitted, with a wan smile.
"Fujiwara-san…"
Chika shook her head. "But that's okay. I'm glad it was you."
"Fujiwara-san!"
Despite his current position, he still continued to take it slow. He moved in and out, pushing deep with each thrust, and gradually allowing her to get used to his cock. Soon enough he could sense her fluids gush out, coating his crotch with her juices. She was getting into it now, as she wrapped her legs around his back, as if she was urging him to keep going.
Now that he was definitely inside her, fucking her slowly, the reality of the situation slowly began to sink in. When he'd woken up that morning, he would have never expected to end up losing his virginity together with the very woman he'd admired. It was like a scene from his fantasies. And more than that, Chika looked like she enjoyed what he was doing, as she whined and panted with his every thrust, clenching her inner folds around him lovingly.
Hiato got all caught up in the steady rhythm of their lovemaking. He took in everything he saw, every sound he heard, every noise she made, their mutual scents, the feel of her vagina, her smooth, supple skin. He watched her lovely face, flushed and sweaty with the rapture of their mating, as they moved together in mutual lust. Every thrust into her love tunnel felt like heaven. The scent of their combined arousal covered them like a drape, fueling his desires ever further. He licked her body; and committed everything to memory: her sweat, the juices she squeezed from her lower lips, her saliva, her tears. The heat emanating from both their bodies made them sweat profusely, and he loved to hear the wet smacking sounds their crotches produced as he burrowed repeatedly into her.
By this time, Chika's discomfort had seemingly disappeared, replaced now by a certain virginal frenzy that he was quick to recognize. She moved her hips herself, rising up to meet his thrusts as she ground her pussy into his cock as much as she could, pleasuring herself on him as he was with her. Her eyes had been lit by a strange fire, as they locked their gazes together, and he found himself mesmerized, as if she was drawing him ever further into her depths. Their bodies thrashed wildly, and it was all he could do to not immediately succumb to instinct. While they did abandon all notion of restraint, he kept his peace, and endured her vaginal walls ravaging his length. He concentrated on riding this lust-filled beast, while continuing to pound into her with all that he could muster.
Alas, his fortitude was finite, and Chika's appetite seemed endless. His crotch felt like it was on fire, as his control gradually slipped from his grasp. He knew he was merely moments away from reaching the ultimate peak of their lovemaking, judging by the way his cock twitched.
"Hiato-san… Hiato-san…"
"Fujiwara-san..! I love—I love, love you!" he screamed, his mind an abyss of white.
"Love you..!" she shot back, her body practically coiling itself around him, and keeping him in place.
"Have to… have to…" Only too late he realized he had not a condom on. He made to push himself free.
But she only doubled down, keeping him close.
"Come on, come on," she urged.
"I'm… cumming…!"
He leaned down, sucking intensely on her nipple, as her walls shook and roiled all around his pecker. Light bloomed in his mind as he felt like a dam had broken within him, as he pushed himself in as deep as he could inside, before his seed erupted with almost explosive force. Each blast of hot cum seemed to drain his spirit, as if she were literally emptying his balls by milking him to death. For what felt like an eternity he just lay on top of her, his cock spurting out rope after rope of his semen inside his idol. Chika only sighed, as if she were satisfied with the hot loads being deposited fresh inside her womb.
"That wash…" she said hoarsely. She kept patting his head, as if she were congratulating him, despite her glazed eyes.
He groaned, unable to form words.
How could he say anything else? He'd made love to his idol, a long shot in his opinion. But he'd done it. And now Hiato felt like he could actually die happy.
Not that he did, as he and Chika Fujiwara would continue to have many happy lovey-dovey moments like this. But that would be a story for another time.
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