Blond ambition
How could I not notice you? If you were not blond, I would have noticed you anyway. Your laugh, the way you walk. The curve of your mouth when you smile. Your sparkling green eyes. I get a chill when they fall on me.
But that blond mane – I did notice it. You are definitely a blond, my lovely Matsuri, in body and soul. The silky fullness of it on your back. I wanted to touch it. Doesn't everyone?
And so I did touch it. You laughed, looking over your shoulder.
"Matsuri-chan, you are a beauty," was the only thing I could think of to say.
I made you blush.
"You tease!" You said and got away from me. Late for class was your excuse.
I have time, and patience. I'm also not stupid. I slipped you a note in your box. Very late that same day I heard your voice on the phone,
"Sora? You – you want Sora to have dinner with you?" You sounded disappointed. Maybe I was only hoping.
Sora was like a deer in the headlights. I am also experienced.
"Don't worry," I joked, "let's just go out and have a little fun. You're too serious!"
He agreed and smiled for me. Sora is very cute. Innocent, even.
But he's not you.
I took him to dinner at a romantic restaurant. You know the one. Or do you? It's small and dark with candle light. I sat next to him and whispered in his ear.
"Do you want me for a boyfriend?" He said, all honesty.
"Do I?"
Yes, maybe. I desperately wanted to say it out loud – if I can't have Matsuri-chan.
"Sora," I touched his upper thigh under the table, "tell me seriously, are you available?"
By now he couldn't speak. Not that I wanted him to. I touched him until I was satisfied with the result. Yes, if I can't have you, I will take him. Reading this, I hope you're not jealous. You see, toying with Sora only makes me want you more.
After dinner I walked him home through the park and stopped half way. Maybe by now you've heard what happened. I kissed him. I started out gently tasting his soft lips, caressing his lips with my own. I stopped before going any further,
"Are you free to be my lover?"
He sighed and blushed, and I knew. It doesn't matter. But before we could finish our walk back to the dorm, something needed to be taken care of. I will be honest, I didn't hesitate. I took him into a darker area of the park and took him in my mouth. I'm very good. He probably thinks about it during his morning shower. I took care of him twice and then walked him home. Yes, I wanted to do more with him, but I would never do such a thing on the spur of the moment.
My own needs? I'll take care of those later.
At the boys' dorm I stopped Sora and kissed him deeply, using my tongue this time. He responded and our tongues caressed one another. He rose for me again and I touched him through his trousers.
"You are very delicious, Sora, but I won't take you again if you're not free," I whispered. To that he made no comment. In the dark I kissed him again and again, taking my fill. By the time I was finished, his member was so hard it nearly tore through his trousers.
"My gift to Nao-chan," I said before leaving him in the shadows underneath your bedroom window.
You are terrible. You know everyone wants you, to kiss your sweet mouth, to have you in bed. You tease and laugh, but I can't be fooled that way. I can read it in your eyes. But what do you think of me? That ... I can't read. Or am I fooling myself? It could be that you're not the least bit interested in ... me.
I will tell you, I won't lie about it – Sora came to me one afternoon. He was honest about Nao-chan. I was honest, too. And then we went to my apartment. Before going into the bedroom, however, we made an agreement and then undressed each other.
Sora is beautiful from his blue eyes down to his sex.
But he's not you. We went into my bedroom that afternoon a little after 2 and Sora left my apartment a few minutes before 6.
I waited two weeks, and there were storm clouds. I saw them, Matsuri-chan, and it was then I felt I had a chance with you. Very casually I approached you during your last class.
I gave you the invitation, "I have another job for the jacks."
You gave me an evil look and you know it. But you took my envelope.
"What is it? Another date with Sora? Why don't you just ask him ...," you said. When you read what I wrote, your face became flushed, "Me?"
"Yes. Have dinner with me, Honjou-chan."
Oh, your eyes then – if looks could kill, I'd be dead right now. You wrote a comment on the invitation and gave it back to me.
Request denied.
"I'm always much too busy. Ask someone else."
Fine. Remember what I said – I'm experienced.
I will have you.
"As you wish," was all I said.
You'll never believe this, but I did run into Sora again by accident. I had been having lunch with an ex-boyfriend at the downtown bistro when I noticed Sora all alone, at the tail end of a tour group coming out of the art museum. I apologized to my former lover and ran out to catch Sora. I gave him my card,
"Call me soon. Let's get together again."
He nodded and took my card, and called me that night. We talked and he agreed to come to my apartment. You should have seen the look on your face when you barged through the front door, green eyes ablaze. (P.S., I left the door unlocked for a reason.)
"HOW COULD YOU?!" You yelled at both of us.
All we were doing was talking. Seriously. We were sitting on the sofa, fully dressed, drinking tea.
"You!" Pointing, you said to me, "You're playing with both of us! Just the other day you asked me to dinner!"
My pretty Matsuri. I couldn't have hoped for better.
"I think I should go," Sora excused himself.
"Wait, Sora," you said, "I'll go with you."
I intervened, "Just a moment. Why don't you stay?"
You pretended that you wanted to leave, but I didn't have to try very hard to convince you to stay. You see, there's only one person in the world for Sora, and that's Sunao. Sunao, however, remains ice cold. After I explained it to you, I stole a kiss.
"Now will you have dinner with me?"
You taste like mint.
Finally, I'm getting somewhere with you.
But don't think I'm going to make love to you the way I made love to Sora. Oh, no. Sora obviously confided everything to you, and I think at dinner you expected that I would fondle you. I won't. I'll be waiting for you to ask me. Instead, I sat and listened to you. Every word coming out of your sweet mouth as you talked about your ambitions, fears, desires. What do you want to be when you grow up? Of course – a P.R. Maven. It doesn't matter to me. Did you know that I'm also from a wealthy family? I'm quite wealthy myself.
I want you to come to me.
I am patient.
Making love to you in the park? Delicious, I'm sure. For our first time, however, I'll whisk you away up to my cabin high in the mountains.
After our first date I kissed you again, our second kiss. Don't worry, our kiss was different than my kiss with Sora. I stood close to you, breathing your breath, smelling your mane of blond hair. You smell of sweet shampoo and musk. We stood close together and you said my name, pleading with me. When I did kiss you, I didn't draw your tongue. No, not yet. Instead I reached inside your jacket to stroke your chest. When you moaned, I stopped.
"You should be going in," I said.
"Why?" Your question was honest and wide-eyed. I couldn't have asked for more.
The outside bell rang.
"That's the curfew bell, my sweet Matsuri-chan."
There was only one person now that I needed to see. The next day I made a special effort to see Nanami-chan.
Only to find you there. You blushed when you saw me. I couldn't help but see what Nanami gave to you.
"I should go," you said to Nanami and tried to duck out.
I caught you, "Can I see you tonight?"
You smiled, your cheeks flushed.
"Can I see you tomorrow night, and the night after that?" I teased.
And the night after that, and the night after that. I refused to let you go until you gave your assent and held you in my arms, enjoying the feel of your body.
"Soushi!" Nanami scolded.
Did I mention that Nanami belonged to me before he belonged to Shinichiro? That, in fact, is how the two met. Shinichiro is my younger first cousin. Since I am an orphan, having lost my parents in a car accident many years ago, Shinichiro's mother raised me as her own son. But Nanami was meant for Shinichiro and Shinichiro was meant for Nanami. There's no doubt about that. However, I still enjoy teasing Shinichiro quite a bit, as you know.
"Nanami, would you consider speaking to Nao-chan? If he doesn't ease up on the bitchy, he could lose Sora. Permanently," was all I really had to say.
"And could you please not toy with Honjou-kun? I know you're quite the flirt and you love to play, but please, I beg of you, not with Honjou," was her reply.
"The lady has spoken," I bowed just as Shinichiro came through the door. Just my luck.
Today, however, nothing can bother me, not even insults from my brother. Because I saw what Nanami gave you – a package of condoms. Now I feel as if I have wings. Maybe not this weekend, or the next, but soon – I'll take you up into the mountains in my sports car and we'll try out Nanami's gift.
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A/N: Did I make Soushi sound too much like a stalker? This is the first time I've written a story like this, that's almost like a direct letter. Love it, hate it? Thx, reviewers!