Bokuben is a work of fiction written and owned by TsuiTsui
0: The Beauty Reminisces about [x]
Predictions have always been a fascinating concept to me. Strip the concept down and it should all boil down to a complex set of probabilities working in tandem to convince someone that something will or should happen. The problem with predictions is that no matter how high the probabilities you calculate, no matter what factors or failsafe you put into place, there was always that miniscule chance that you were wrong. And if you were working with a dynamic system, well, you better have a notebook, a calculator, and some coffee ready; it's going to be a long night. In the end, sometimes you're right and sometimes you're wrong.
It's probably why making predictions about my own immediate future is something that I do quite a lot actually. It used to be a fun little game I played when I was a child. My parents humoring me as I pretended to be this big bad, mystical, all-seeing psychic whenever something moderately similar to my predictions came to pass. But as I grew older and my interests towards astronomy became more concrete and sometimes all-consuming, it became a good way to unwind after I got fed up with all the math I had to do.
I love you math, but sometimes you drive me up the wall.
Oh, but that's another topic entirely, where was I again? Right, predictions. Sometimes my predictions were realistic, sometimes they were a little more fantastical. Truthfully though, I just like having my expectations subverted. It hadn't always been for the better, but for the most part… I have a lot of good memories to smile about today.
If you'd asked me where I thought I'd be in the near future on the first day of my final year in high school, I would have predicted weeping over a calculus textbook and having a brain meltdown. Turns out I was wrong. After all, if you'd asked me that question six months later, I wouldn't have been able to stop myself from beaming and said in a university studying astronomy.
Ask me again a year later and I would have had a total 180 in my attitude. With tears in my eyes, I would have said in the university library studying until they dragged me out kicking and screaming. But sometimes, even if my predictions were technically correct, they didn't always end in the way I thought it would. After all, I walked out of there much earlier with little to no fanfare. A smile on my face as I held a mug of hot chocolate in one hand and my precious person's hand in the other.
Fast forward a few years. If you asked me where I'd be in the near future two years ago, I would have said at the altar, blushing my socks off. I will always be grateful that I was right about this one. And if you asked me again only a day after, I would have smiled and said it was my secret to keep.
And if you asked me where I'd be in the near future two years after that, or about a week ago really, I would have said probably cuddling on the couch with my husband. Finally relaxing after moving everything we owned back into my childhood home as we lamented the despicableness of paperwork in our respective occupations.
Well, again I wasn't technically wrong. Tonight, we were on the couch, or couches per se, but we weren't exactly cuddling.
Sitting across from me was my husband, his elbows on his knees and his chin rested on folded hands as he contemplated my request. Yuiga Nariyuki, a name I was more than familiar with and held dear with all of my heart. He was 25 now, about 8 years after I first met him on that fateful day in high school. A little taller, a little more built, and a lot less dense, but his eyes remained ever so kind and gentle.
He continued to stare at me for what seemed like years. I honestly felt a little bad because my request was surely something he could have never imagined to hear from my mouth, but I was resolute and sincere in my words so I continued to meet his gaze without hesitation.
The staring match ended in my victory as he broke away first. Unfolding his hands, he took off his glasses and pinched the bridge of his nose. Slumping, he released a long sigh before asking, "Are you really sure about this, Fumino?"
"Yes." No, not really, but I wanted this.
Nariyuki remained silent for a moment, his gaze returning to meet mine in search of something. Sincerity? Honesty? I don't know what exactly he was looking for, but after all this time, I knew he could read me better than anyone else could.
"If you're sure, Fumino." A small smile finally appeared on his lips and I felt relief wash all over as I returned it in spades. He stood up from the couch and began approaching my side, his feet a little hesitant but his posture confident in its gait. I was elated, this was going to happen. All of my planning was finally paying off.
Beaming, I turned to the person sitting beside me. She was covering her face with her hands, futilely trying to mask the pink practically growing all over her by the second. Standing up, I gently pulled her to follow as well, forcing her to abandon her weak attempt at concealing her blush. No matter, she could blush all she wanted, but she was fooling nobody with how high the corners of her lips were rising.
Takemoto Uruka, gold-medalist Olympic swimmer, and one of Japan's most eligible bachelorettes. With her excitable attitude and almost deific smiles, she inspires a new generation of swimmers to reach for the stars. Well, at least that's what the media describes her as. To us, to me, she is a dear friend.
Tonight though, tonight she was something a little special.
The years had been good to Uruka. She was always beautiful, but these days it almost seemed like she was cheating reality itself. With her longer hair in an almost constant ponytail, and well-toned but shapely physique, she was the epitome of 'athletic beauty'; the distinctive tan she always had also continued to give her an exotic appeal. Without lifting a finger, she could probably make most women feel inadequate in a heartbeat.
With a small niggling feeling of pettiness, I pushed her into the arms of my husband with a little more force than necessary. I smiled, she seemed to be enjoying the feeling of having him catch her though, so I felt no need to apologize.
I watched as he put a hand under her chin, slowly lifting it up for her to meet his gaze. It was somewhat reminiscent of something out of a bad romance drama, but to Uruka It was probably something out of her best dreams.
He leaned down and kissed her. A little hesitantly at first as she simply stood there like a deer in headlights, yet it wasn't long before she returned his actions with vigor. Standing on her tip toes, she leaned forward, snaking her arms around his neck to deepen the embrace.
I could feel something begin to ache within me at the sight. A small fire almost ironically growing into an unstoppable blaze as I felt something begin to drip down the side of inner thigh. My heart thumped erratically and my breath began to hitch. Moving myself forward, I couldn't help but lick my lips.
Coming up behind Uruka, I rounded my arms around her waist. I could feel her stiffen momentarily before relaxing and leaning back slightly so I could feel her firm derrière in its entirety. For a brief moment I wondered just how exactly she never won my husband's heart, but it wasn't long before I ceased to care anymore.
Leaning over her shoulder, I placed my lips on her neck and bit down; not hard enough to leave a mark but definitely enough to feel. She broke her kiss and hissed lightly. I lessened my grip in response and began to slowly move towards her ears with soft nips and licks. It wasn't long before she began to moan.
Feeling emboldened by her reaction, I smirked and moved one my hands higher until I found one of her breasts. Surprisingly though, my fingers felt something else as well. Even hidden under her clothes, I could feel it clearly. It was completely different from my own, large, tall, and stiff, yet entirely pleasant to the touch; a most beautiful oxymoron in my book.
Naughty, naughty girl, going around with no bra in the house of another's husband. Someone like this should be punished, so I squeezed and began to twist. Her moans increased in volume and pace in turn, movements wildly squirming as I tightened my other arm around her waist. Her breaths regularly blowing hot air into my ear.
Not wishing for my dear husband to feel left out, I somehow found his hand in this mess of bodies and practically shoved it into her other breast. Silently demanding that he mirror my actions on the unattended sister of Uruka's mountainous pair.
Like the gentleman that he is, he quickly complied with dexterous hands. She practically screamed, her voice echoing across the halls of the house as we continued our ministrations. In an attempt to stifle her voice, she bit hard into his shoulder.
I could see Nariyuki grimace, but he diligently continued. His movements slowly but surely coming into rhythm with mine. Leaning further forward, I kissed deeply him as a reward, bringing my tongue along as it sought to meet his.
At this point, I was absolutely drenched, my shorts stained as I felt liquid drop to the floor in increasingly short intervals. It wouldn't take a genius to know that Uruka was in a similar position as well, and it would take an even bigger fool to not realize that my husband was probably on his way to ripping apart and losing a pair of pants.
Never in the history of even the oldest galaxy in the universe would I have ever predicted this to be a situation I found myself, let alone last week. Then again, I do love having my expectations subverted.
To think this all began with a phone call…
You were expecting fluff. But it was me, smut.