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"We've Come a Long Way"
by Dyzog
Chapter One - The Ejaculation Game
When the SOS Brigade officially reached the one year mark, Haruhi decided to throw a small party. Koizumi and Yuki procured cake and soda while she, Mikuru and I decorated the club room.
We had a great time. Food and fun was had by all. The five of us felt like a family. Even Mikuru, now dressed as an Amazonian warrior — green camouflage bikini top, bare midriff, micro miniskirt — got into it.
Memories of our mascot's first weeks in this club room came to mind — the nervous maid, modestly attired, the only skin visible that of her hands and face. Nowadays, the less Mikuru wore, the more comfortable she seemed.
Though Yuki hadn't changed at all, outwardly, I noticed a shift in her book selections. Romance novels replaced her usual sci-fi fare.
A full year of Koizumi reduced his creepiness factor by half. His daily fake smiles now occurred only weekly. Even he felt more comfortable presenting his genuine self.
Haruhi excused everyone but me at the end of the party, promising she and I would clean up the place. It's a small room so it didn't take us long. We wrapped up the tablecloth, tossed the plates and plastic silverware in the garbage, refrigerated the leftovers, and swept the floor. Then we headed home.
A light drizzle soaked the air. Haruhi and I shared the umbrella she swiped from the faculty lounge. Arm in arm, we walked down the hill to the train station.
"It's hard to believe the SOS Brigade has been around for a year already," I said. "It feels like yesterday when we started it." I expected Haruhi to correct me and tell me she was the one who started it, but she didn't.
Instead, she said, "I wonder if we've been doing enough fun stuff. Sometimes I feel we just sit around doing nothing of value most of the time. Yuki reads her books, Mikuru makes tea, you and Koizumi play your games, and I sit and surf the web."
"You plan fun excursions on weekends," I said.
"Yes, and I really enjoy those times, but we don't do much useful stuff then either." We stopped at a bench we frequented. The rain had dissipated into a fine mist. "Mind if we sit down for a sec?"
I chuckled. "You want to shoot for a new record?"
"You know it." She winked. "Think you're up to the challenge?"
"Let's see."
I swiped a newspaper from a nearby dispenser, wiped the bench dry, and sat down. Haruhi propped down to my right, shoulder-to-shoulder. The sky dimmed from murky-gray to near-black. Several cars drove up and down the road before us, headlights blazing. I folded up the umbrella and set it to the side.
"Sometimes it's nice to simply stop, rest, and ponder." Haruhi took a deep breath and exhaled. A sliver of white moon rose above the horizon. Nearby stars twinkled into view. She took my hand. "You're a good friend, Kyon. Thank you for putting up with me."
I squeezed her hand in return. "Hey, no problem."
She frowned. "This is the part where you're supposed to say that I'm really not all that hard to put up with."
"I'd say that if it were true."
She released my hand and hugged herself. "I know I can be difficult, but the world needs people like me. Otherwise, nothing interesting would ever happen."
"I used to like it when things were simpler," I said. "But now I'm not so sure." I reclined on the bench and spread my arms on the backrest, my right arm behind Haruhi. "You've taught me to appreciate the unexpected and the interesting."
She leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder. "Around me, it's always best to expect the unexpected."
Several cars zipped past over the wet pavement followed by a passenger bus. The sky darkened to a cloudy pitch black. Haruhi rubbed my leg.
"Oh right," I said. "We're going for a record." I bent forward, lowered my zipper, and pulled my penis out into the open.
Haruhi grasped it with her left hand and gently stroked it as I returned to my comfortable reclining pose, knees spread, arms resting on the bench back.
"I wonder what those people in the bus would think," she said.
Stroke, stroke.
"About what?"
"About how we're sitting here right now. I bet they'd get the impression we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of two goofballs playing a silly ejaculation game."
"I don't think they'd get that impression at all." I emitted a pleased sigh as a respectable amount of blood diverted from my major organs to my exposed member in response to Haruhi's attention.
She cleared her throat. "Anyways… back to the Brigade." Stroke, stroke. "I try to keep things interesting, but it's not easy. In fact, my job can get hard." She squeezed me and giggled. "Really hard."
"I'm sure your job gets rough, too." I cleared my throat. "Uncomfortably rough."
"Oh, right. My bad." She reached into her purse, pulled out a small bottle of hand lotion, and poured a generous helping into her left hand. She resumed her efforts, the lubricant facilitating the use of greater force. Pump, pump. "Anyways, I'm sure there's a ton of paranormal activity occurring all over the city. I just don't know how to find it."
My oiled-up penis glistened in the light of a passing car. "Have you ever considered the possibility that maybe there isn't as much paranormal activity as you think?"
Pump, pump.
A bus drove by. An older lady glanced in our direction. Her eyes bulged and her mouth dropped open an instant before she disappeared from view.
"I don't believe that." Haruhi paused and turned toward me. "Well, okay, maybe I don't want to accept that." She resumed. "Hey, you twitched. Are you getting close?"
"A couple more minutes."
"Are you holding back?"
"The best I can. We're going for the record aren't we?"
Haruhi motioned her free hand toward our last milestone, marked by a divot in the concrete. "The goal seems so distant."
I shifted my hips. "Because people have been scouring Japan for ghosts since the beginning of time, but nothing has ever panned out."
"I'm not only looking for ghosts, you know. I'd be happy if we found an alien or an esper."
Pump. Pump.
The next set of headlights illuminated Haruhi's firm glistening fingers. "That's so odd."
"I know, right? You think we'd have run into something like that by now."
"Sorry. I meant something else. I was thinking it's odd that it feels so different getting jerked off by you than when I do it myself. It's a completely different sensation."
Haruhi shrugged. "Maybe my hands are softer."
Pump. Pump.
"That could be it."
"You twitched again."
I nodded. "Yeah, I'm getting really close."
Haruhi lowered my dick to the optimum firing angle, forty-five degrees up from the ground. "Try to hit a car." She gently tightened her grip a notch and pumped me with a tad more enthusiasm.
"A car, huh?" I felt confident I could do it. Well, semi-confident. "I'll try but I have no control over my timing."
While maintaining her rhythm, Haruhi eased my shaft a few degrees right toward an oncoming vehicle. I twitched. She pumped and squeezed more vigorously, taking me over the edge.
"Oh, damn." I clenched my eyes and thrust my hips toward the street. "Here it comes."
"Go for it."
"Ahhhhhh." As my dick pulsated in her palm, Haruhi maintained a steady rhythm. "Oh, shit." I gasped for air. "That feels so fucking good."
"Woohoo!" The SOS Brigade's leader guided the stream of goop spurting from my shaft like milk from a fire hose.
When I finally opened my eyes, Haruhi pointed to a glob of semen in the roadway partially flattened by a tire track. "You did it, Kyon. You did it."
"I hit a car?"
"Yep. You nailed that taxi."
I spied taxi lights climbing the hill through foggy eyes. "Oh wow. I had no idea I could come that far."
"You know what?" Haruhi said. "That's the perfect metaphor for this evening."
"Explain."
"Look at how far we've come in just a year."
I considered her words, then I broke out laughing. Haruhi joined me. As our mirth subsided, she rested her head back onto my shoulder, my softening penis still safe in her warm grasp. We sat quietly like that for several minutes.
"That was fun." Haruhi bent forward, took me into her mouth, and gently sucked me clean. "There." She patted me with her dry hand. "He's as good as new." She licked off her soiled hand as I put myself away.
"Thanks." I zipped up my slacks. "That was awesome."
"No problem." Haruhi wiped her sanitized hand on her skirt. "Now is probably a good time to get your input on another thing."
"Why now?"
"Because this head…" She rubbed my package. "… is temporarily asleep so it won't color your judgment."
I chuckled. "You've got about two minutes."
"I'm running out of cosplay costumes for Mikuru."
"The Amazonian Princess one you've got her wearing now is top notch."
"I know. But she's already had it on for two weeks. What do you think about me foregoing costumes altogether moving forward?"
I shrugged. "You and Yuki are always dressed in your school uniforms. I don't see a problem with Mikuru doing the same. It'll be a bit of an adjustment, but I'll manage."
"When I said 'foregoing costumes,' that includes her school uniform."
"You want Mikuru to be naked?"
"That's right. She's got a terrific body and I think she'd look great that way."
"I don't think she'd like it."
"Since when has that been a consideration?"
"It would certainly be unconventional."
"Any more unconventional than me jerking you off on a public street bench?"
"I suppose not. We'd have to keep the door locked to keep strangers from wandering in."
"That's not a problem. Do you think you and Koizumi can keep your hands to yourself?"
I scratched my chin. "Well... I can guarantee we won't do anything to Mikuru without her permission."
"Then it's settled. Starting tomorrow, the SOS Brigade mascot will spend all her club time totally naked. It's the perfect way to kick off our second year."
Two goofballs got up and continued their stroll down the hill.
