((I seem to be having the same problem as nammyxtoshiftw right now with space, so i'm sorry for any inconvenience.)) -Satoshi POV- "I still don't really understand," I tell Naomi who is sitting besides me at her desk. I'm at her house and we're both doing homework... Well, she's helping me with mine. "You should have done this earlier, then you wouldn't be in this mess," scolds the younger teen, pulling the sheet I was currently attempting to do towards her. "I kept getting distracted!" I whine, watching her cross various sentences out, replacing them with her own. "By what?" She asks curiously. When I don't respond, she raises her eyebrows at me but says nothing. "I'm sorry I'm not as smart as you, oh amazingly talented Naomi-san," I mumble and she laughs, handing me back the sheet. "Write the conclusion and you're done," she tells me. "Thanks," I say, grabbing the pen off her and beginning to write. "Then you can go home," she adds. "What!? But I wanna stay!" I protest, frowning. "What on earth do you wanna do that you can't do at school?" She asks. After seeing my expression, she quickly says, "Actually, don't answer that." I grin, knowing she'd give in. Ever since we'd started going out, the usual awkwardness had completely evaporated. Well... Most of it. After scribbling down a few carelessly chosen words, I stow the sheet away in my pocket and face Naomi. "Done!" I tell her. "Well done," she bites sarcastically, "Want a reward?" I meet her gaze and she blushes. "Don't even..." "Yes, Naomi-san," I say, smirking, "I do." She shakes her head at me. "For doing your homework? I'm not your teacher..." "But- fine..." I mumble, turning away and facing the wall in mock annoyance. "Ooh, is someone angry?" she teases and I determinedly avoid her gaze, knowing I'd probably burst out laughing which would ruin everything. "No," I say defiantly, "You won't even let me stay." "You can stay," she giggles and as I turn back around to face her, her lips meet mine in a gentle kiss. Pleased, I return the embrace, pushing her back onto the bed firmly. Entwined with her, I recognise her faint flowery scent while running my hands through her soft hair. Her lips, so soft against my own, part slightly, allowing my tongue to explore her mouth. All the while we are quietly making out, I can't help but think, "Just a push away from what I've been dreaming of for ages." In fact, i'm already fiddling with the hem of her lilac coloured blouse when she breaks contact. I find myself longing for her lips again. "There's your reward," she smirks, "So you can shut up about it." "Aw..." I sigh, as she stands up from the bed and goes over to the dressing table, looking in various drawers for something. I watch her intently from behind, unable to stop myself drinking in such a gorgeous sight. Long creamy legs, blue shorts that barely cover her butt, waist and stomach slender as ever, her breasts... Well, i'm not even going to describe the two large beauties that are Naomi's chest. Her hair is glossy and brown and as she turns around to look at me, her hazel eyes are full of warmth. Okay, I'll say it: she looks beautiful. "You're always staring," she says, suddenly nervous. "Because you're always beautiful," I smile. She giggles. "You know that doesn't work on me, Satoshi Mochida," she tells me. "Good thing i'm so fabulously handsome," I grin and she clicks her tongue disapprovingly. But she's laughing. "Okay, you're fairly average," she reasons. "Whaat?" I protest, "Is that all?" I'm still lying back on her bed, so as she stands over me, I can see the curves of her body in all their sexiness. "What else can I say?" she teases, "Clumsy? Wimp?" Suddenly, she bends down to my level and whispers, "Easy to... Excite?" Her chest is very near my face and I moan with longing, only highlighting her point. "Satoshi, you bad boy," Naomi laughs, straightening up. I sit up, blinking repeatedly. "I can't help it," I admit, "I just love you so much." "I told you, that doesn't work," she says but either way, she sits besides me on the bed and pulls me into another kiss. Minutes later, there is a sharp knock on the bedroom door and Naomi pulls away from me immediately, red in the face. Then an older woman walks in- Naomi's mother. Although she's taller and not as bustier as her daughter, Natsumi still has Naomi's hazel eyes and relaxed posture. However, she seems rather tense at the moment. "Are you two okay?" she asks almost accusingly, "I heard... Moaning." I flush, trying to think of an excuse that would convince the woman who was eyeing me with a disapproving look. "Oh...uh...Sorry, I hurt my foot on the dresser," I tell her and know she's still unconvinced. "Naomi, come with me a minute," she says and walks briskly out the room. Naomi sighs then rolls her eyes at me before hurrying out after her mother. I grin, watching her go, wondering what excuse she'll use for the sensual noises emitting from the two of us. Although Natsumi liked me enough to let Naomi invite me round, I know she doesn't like the idea of me dating her daughter. Perhaps she was really overprotective, but either way, she was wary. Naomi returns, looking annoyed as she shuts the door behind her rather forcefully. "What did she say?" I ask, amused. "That I shouldn't be 'getting up to anything' with you and to think of my future, blah blah blah," she mutters, sitting besides me on the bed. "Naomi, you bad girl," I tease, only infuriating her further. "Thanks for all the help, Mr 'I hurt my foot on the dresser'," she snaps, her eyes narrowing. "Well, one crappy excuse us better than none," I smile, deeply amused. "You were sitting down." "Oh.. Right.." I mumble, realising even someone as clumsy as me couldn't injure themselves on something that you're not even close to. "I wish my mother wasn't always on my case..." she mutters, looking out the window and into the darkened world beyond. She suddenly seems so sad that I wrap my arms around her and rest my head on her shoulder. "What do you mean?" I ask quietly as she slowly relaxes in my hold. "It's just... How can she go on about me being unresponsible when she brings home a new guy every other night?" I stroke her hair soothingly, understanding and suddenly regretting how I agitated her previously. "Sorry," I whisper and she leans back, resting on my chest. "Satoshi," she says softly. God, I love the sound of my name on her tongue... I turn on a lamp, extinguishing the main light so that everything is displayed in a dim, creamy glow that makes everything seem a lot more romantic. I'm about to kiss her again when she shakes her head. Confused and a little rejected, I look at her questioningly. She looks at me meaningfully and realise- if Natsumi was to walk in... I jump up from the bed and grab the chair from Naomi's desk, pushing it up against the door. I return to Naomi, who is sitting up, looking rather uncertain. "What's wrong?" I ask her, still standing. She looks up at me. "This is it, isn't it?" she asks, her eyes meeting mine. "If you want to," I respond, knowing what she meant. And I really do want to, but if I did it without her consent... That would break me. She nods, a small smile playing on her lips in anticipation. Nervously, I pick her up from the bed and lie on my back, placing her on me. Instantly, she presses her mouth on mine, tracing her hands up and down my sides. She feels my body, her fingers gently massaging tense muscles in a relaxing way. I hold her small waist in my hands as she slowly moves up and down on me, her breasts against my chest. Her hands move to my shirt and while she fiddles with my top button, I let my gaze fall on her perfect features; half teardrop nose, pink tinted cheeks, eyes bright despite the dim lighting, her face so close to mine. Her hands work down my shirt, undoing the buttons and pulling it off. She actually breaks the kiss to stare at me, her eyes wide as they travel up and down my bare chest. Instinctively, I blush and feel anxious, believing she thought I was... ugly. "Stop being so hot," she mumbles, stroking the upper part of my body with a glazed look in her eyes. "I can't help it," I smile, flipping us over so that I'm now leaning over her. I note that I'm bigger and, most probably, stronger so I take care not to crush her slight frame. In one quick movement, I have her top off. I throw it behind me, not bothering to look where it lands. My gaze falls down to her chest, straining beneath a simple purple bra. "Can I...?" I trail off, my eyes pleading. She laughs. "Go on, perv." My hands grab onto her breasts, outlining the cup before squeezing with a fierce kind of passion. Before I know it, I have her bra off too and am groping her chest in a way I have never before. Maybe because she's actually allowing me this time, but still, this is good. Her hands run through my hair, down my neck, my spine, reaching down to grab my butt. Slightly surprised, I start a little, accidentally falling on top of her. She whimpers and I immediately roll off her, feeling awful. "Did I hurt you...?" I ask guiltily but she just smiles and kisses me again. As my tongue meets hers, I feel her pull off my jeans and the rest of my under things. I remove her shorts and panties and we pull apart just to kind of admire one other. At first, we're hesitant, nervous to be fully naked in the other's company. Red faced and anxious, we half glance at each other, mostly focusing on covering ourselves. Ah, why did it have to get so awkward? We're practically inches away from losing ourselves and I still find it within me to be embarrassed. But finally, I allow my eyes to travel down her body, beneath my own, her bare breasts, her small waist, curvy ass and... "Naomi," I whisper, "Show me..." She shakes her head, her hazel eyes fearful. "I'm not attractive," she mumbles, blushing harder. "Please," I say gently, taking her wrists and pulling her hands away from her crotch area. She squeals and turns around. Although her butt was on full view to me, I couldn't see anywhere else...oh, well... "You can see me," I tell her shyly and sit up, waiting. Slowly, she sits up and brings her curious gaze onto my penis, her brown eyes widening with an emotion I can't place. "Wh-what's wrong?" I ask, worried she thought me unattractive. "I-its...big," she murmurs, flushing considerably. I relax, grinning. Before I can say or do anything more, she reaches out a slender arm and wraps her hand around my dick. Shocked, I watch soundlessly as she begins to move her hand up and down, giving me the best moment I've ever had in my unextraordinary life. As I ball my fists in giddy pleasure, sounds that I will regret later emit from my mouth, sounds of pure ecstasy. Her hand swiftly travels up and down, her expression rather amused as I release myself and collapse onto my side, panting. Giggling, she straightens up, watching me curiously. I groan, still shaking from the wave of unexplainable feeling that passed over my blessed body. "You seem happy," she jokes and I just grunt in response. "If you're just gonna lay there, I might as well send you home," she says. Immediately, I spring up and she laughs. "You're easy," she smiles and I realise that's true. "Only around you," I tell her, pinning her down to the bed. "Satoshi!" she cries, unable to hide herself from me any longer. Caught off guard, I stare down at her crotch, feeling weird all of a sudden. "D-don't stare..." she says weakly, her face an unbelievable shade of red. "Why not?" I ask, "You're beautiful..." She smiles shyly and looks up at me expectantly. I ready myself by her, already hard from her little 'introduction'. Our breathing is a bit shaky in anticipation of what will happen next but right now, with the feel of her skin soft against mine, the warmth emitting from her body, the way her fingers are wrapped around my biceps in a steadying way, I know i'm ready. Without thinking much longer, I push into her and begin. *** I won't describe in detail what happened because we have other things for that: you probably know what occurred anyway. But I'll just say- there was a lot of moaning, thrusting (love that word), releasing, panting, inhumane noises, begging, blood and pleasure. Ugh... Who knew sex was so complicated? But still, i'm not complaining. It's Naomi, after all, so what more could you want? Not that i'm that shallow- I've liked her for ages but I only really noticed her looks once we'd begun dating. Now, as I gaze down at her bright red face, I only focus on two things. 1) Wow, I just had sex with Naomi Nakashima and 2) Wow, I am so tired after having sex with Naomi Nakashima. We're both so tired, we don't even bother to do something about the white stains on the sheets, simply hoping they'll blend in with the pattern "Stay the night," she whispers, pulling me down besides her. I nod sleepily, pulling the duvet over us both. She kisses my cheek before collapsing back onto the pillow and as I wrap my arms around her, I think to myself, "Nothing can disturb this perfect moment." However, just as we are drifting off to sleep, there is a sharp knock on the door. Groaning, Naomi tiredly extricated herself from me, pulling on a pale pink robe that was hanging on the door. She shoves the chair away before yanking open the door, face to face with her mother. "Naomi? When is Mochida leaving?" asks Mrs Nakashima, peering into the room. Thankfully, it's so dark, she can't see that i'm naked in her daughter's bed. "Mother? Could he please stay the night?" asks Naomi in a sweet voice, "It's just, he's really tired from all the work, and his parents are usually out so he gets lonely..." I smile to myself at this excuse, knowing that Natsumi has no idea that I have a younger sister as well. Plus, it's a believable lie. "Oh...well, okay then," she says, weakening. She looks like she's about to add something but stops, looking curiously at the small brunette. Naomi bids her goodnight before closing the door and yawning. "Next time, we are so doing this at your house," she tells me, throwing off the robe and rejoining me under the covers. "There'll be a next time?" I ask hopefully. Even though it's too dark to tell, I know she's blushing. "Oh...well...you know what I mean..." she mumbles. I hug her. "I hope so," I whisper and I can just make out her smile. "Goodnight," she says quietly, her head on my chest. Breathing in her sweet, flowery scent, I slowly fall into a deep sleep. I've never had someone against me while I sleep, but I like it. /TWO WEEKS LATER/ "Whaat? No fair!" I complain, watching my screen explode as Yoshiki's character stands over me triumphantly. "I win again," grins the blonde, "You're really awful at video games, y'know." I roll my eyes at him, chucking the controller aside. I don't even have a console at my house, so on days like today, where I visit Yoshiki, I fail badly at all the games. But I'm used to it. Suddenly, my phone comes to life in my pocket, vibrating and ringing. "Hang on," I tell Yoshiki, taking it out. "Who's calling?" he asks, putting his controller down. I glance at the screen. "Naomi," I say, a smile breaking out across my face. He grins knowingly. I might have told him about what happened two weeks ago... I press the answer button and hold the phone to my ear. "Satoshi?" Naomi says immediately, her voice sounding worried. "What's wrong?" I ask, frowning. "I'm... I need to tell you something," she mumbles and I hear someone shouting in the background. "What?" I say with increasing urgency. "I'm... I'm..." After hanging up with the promise that I'd be there as quick as possible, I stare at Yoshiki, my face pale. "What's wrong?" he asks. I take a deep breath, not wanting to believe it's true. "Naomi's pregnant." ((Was this okay? It's my first one... God, it was hard to write. I'll add more but idk when- it's the holidays after all. Bye _))
