Tomoko Kuroki
Nearing the end of our last year in high school, Mako had invited Yuri and me to her house for a sleepover. I didn't know what to make of it at first, I had never slept at another person's home. I knew Yuri and Mako had done so many times and as I had become one of their closer friends lately, Mako probably felt bad about not inviting me also. I didn't want to go at first. I didn't like the idea of sleeping somewhere unfamiliar and besides, Mako was a crazy lesbian. The sleepover was probably just a guise for molesting Yuri and me.
Well, I changed my mind shortly after. I had been watching this new anime lately and one of the recent episodes just happened to feature the heroes going out camping in the mountains. Sitting close around the fire, each individual character would share a personal story and there was a lot of juicy ship tease between the two male leads. I figured that maybe a sleepover would provide me with an opportunity to get to know more about Yuri and Mako's sexual endeavours and hopefully put us in a setting where I could talk freely about sex and stuff without getting judged too hard.
The day before the sleepover, Mako confided in us that she wouldn't be able to host the event. Her parents had been going through some marriage problems for some time and the entire household was a ticking bomb waiting to go off. She really just needed to get out of there. As Yuri only responded with her indecisive silence, I stepped in.
"We can have the sleepover at my place," I said, looking into the floor, "if y-you want to, of course."
Mako smiled relieved. Yuri just looked at me.
"Only if it's okay with you, Kuroki-san. I didn't mean to guilt you into doing anything you don't want to," Mako responded.
I shook my head. "No, i-it's fine. I want to."
I honestly didn't want to. The idea of having people in my home who wasn't my family freaked me out. What if they talked to my parents? What would they say when they saw the yaoi posters on my walls? Would I have to clean up my room? But this was my only shot at getting to learn these sluts' dirty secrets.
I was interrupted in my stream of very valid concerns when the door to our classroom was slammed hard, starling me. It was the delinquent angrily marching towards her seat in the right side of the room. She made a huge act of pulling out her chair from beneath the desk and sitting down backwards on the seat like an edgy, rebellious anime character.
"What's with Masaki-san?" Mako whispered with a hint of worry in her delicate, lesbian voice.
Yuri shrugged. I didn't know what was going on either. I hadn't seen her this outraged since the last time I accidently got to second base with her nipples. Like she was going to kill someone.
The three of us eventually made our way to the delinquent's desk. She was seething with anger, drawing crude lines all over her notebook and tearing the pencil's sharp point into the paper like the pencil was a knife. She either hadn't noticed us standing beside her or maybe she just didn't care.
Yuri gave me a look, signaling me to say something. I shot a glare back. Why didn't she say something? She was the one who always calmed her down when I made her upset. The worst thing that could happen was the delinquent pulling out a gun or a knife or something.
In the end, neither of us had to risk anything.
"Look, I don't want to talk about it," Yoshida said while keeping to her crude lines. "My friends and I, we're just… kinda having a falling out, you know."
"I'm sorry to hear that," Mako replied genuinely.
"Nah, don't be. They're lying bitches anyway!" Yoshida let out a small laugh and turned towards us.
None of us said anything for a few moments. Seeing this as a cue for the conversation being over, I politely bowed and started to walk back towards my desk. Yuri followed indiscievely.
Mako grabbed our shoulders, causing me to jump in surprise.
"Girls, come on…" Mako said in a low voice, "don't you think we should invite Makasi-san to the sleepover?"
Yuri raised her eyebrow at her friend. "Why? She is fine."
"She is not. She is obviously very hurt."
Yuri looked over Mako's shoulder. Then she shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so."
I didn't like where this was going. If the delinquent attended our sleepover, it would mean she learned where I lived. She would learn where my family lived. If I ever did something to wrong her, who was to say she wouldn't come to my home late at night and do terrible stuff to them? Maybe even hide her drugs? Sure, the delinquent had so far only been violent to me when I deserved it but who was to say she wasn't part of a gang or something? Next thing I knew, the Yakuza could be knocking on my door.
By the time I was done exploring the fantasy of myself as a crime lord, I found Mako and Yuri sitting around Yoshida's desk. They were talking about something and I walked closer.
"Heh, yeah, sure. I guess that would be cool," the delinquent said rebelliously.
"You should probably ask Kuroki-san first. It's her place after all."
Oh shit.
"What do you say, Tomoko? Can I come over tomorrow evening?"
Yoshida looked me directly in the eyes. There was something unfamiliar in the delinquent's voice. It sounded like genuine friendliness but I wasn't sure if that could be true. Hell, she actually smiled at me, reminding me of the time in the amusement park when she had jumped me and Yuri after we left that Kowarith attraction.
"Uh-huh, s-sure," I mumbled quietly while fumbling with the trim of my skirt.
"Awesome!" the delinquent beamed. She was one big smile. "I'll bring some movies and some games over! Ooh, and chips and dip as well!"
That didn't sound so bad and I was actually glad that I had offered to host the sleepover. Watching movies would be fine and as long as I didn't accidentally grope her, Yoshida would be peaceful.
Not long after, our teacher walked into the classroom and we returned to our seats. I sat in class thinking about what I had just agreed to. Three girls would come to my home and we would watch movies. The idea made me anxious but I told myself that it was part of being a highschool girl. According to what I had read on the internet, having sleepovers in skimpy underwear was as natural to highschool girls as breathing and eating. Besides, it wouldn't be much different from our field trip to Kyōto.
It dawned to me that I hadn't even asked my parents if it was okay. Maybe they had other plans for our family that friday night? We usually just stuck to ourselves in my home but maybe that exact night we would have to go out and do something? I hoped not.
Feeling a light punch on my right shoulder, I turned to see it was Nemo smiling at me. I didn't say anything, waiting for her to state what she wanted.
"You think you can host a sleepover without inviting me, Kuro? I'm hurt!" she said despite the smile.
"I have a life outside you, you know."
The pink-haired girl's smile only grew wider. "I wasn't too sure about that. Are you going to invite me over or not?"
I pondered the idea. Four people were already a lot! But five?! I didn't even know if that many girls could fit into my bedroom. On the other hand, if anyone had any sexual experience, it was probably Nemo. I was sure Mako did too but I was only interested in stories about dicks, none of that femslash-shit. I knew Nemo had guy friends and she had probably fucked both of them lots of times. I really wanted to hear more about that. Furthermore, the more girls in skimpy underwear the better. And, in the end, Nemo was sort of my friend.
"Yeah, sure, you can come."
"Really?!"
"Yes, just try not to get too nasty. I have a little brother."
Nemo sent me a confused smile but we were swiftly interrupted when Yuri turned around in her chair. She did not look happy. I remembered that she too, like me, was a loner and probably didn't appreciate me inviting all sorts of people without talking to her and Mako first. Well, it was my house. I shrugged at Yuri like I didn't know.
