"Once again, sincere apologies for spilling the tea on you."
"Its okay, the tea was already lukewarm anyway, I just need to wash it off my arm. Just make me a fresh batch, okay?"
"If you say so, Yuigahama-san."
"By the way Yukinon, the two of sure are getting closer to each other..."
My eyes widened in realisation and I tensed up as I heard the pair of them enter the toilet. Problem was that my hand was still gripping onto Isshiki's... thing. Of all times for such an accident to happen, why did it have to be when I was in such a precarious situation?
A moan escaped her lips.
"Senpai~" she gasped. I felt it expanding.
"Iroha-chan, is that you in there?"
I froze.
"Y-yes, Yui-senpai, its me!" Isshiki stuttered.
"Ehh, didn't you take Hikki with you? Where did he go?"
"I told him to wait for me outside the Student Council room."
"Ahh, okay... see you around then, do tell us if we can help you with the request okay? I'll go ahead and wash my hands..."
The sound of creaking metal soon gave way to one of gushing water.
The conversation died down as a result, but the same could not be said for my heart, and definitely not her. She had become rather... lively down there.
I heard the tap turn off.
"We're done here, see you later Iroha-chan!"
"We shall meet again, Isshiki-san."
"See you around, Yui-senpai!, Yukino-senpai!"
The pair of footsteps began to get softer and softer till there was only silence.
Finally releasing a bated breath as I belatedly relaxed my grip, Isshiki instead clamped down on my hand once more.
"Teasing me like that in front of them, you are really coy, Senpai~"
"I... I wasn't trying to..." I fumbled, my vocal cords still recovering from the shock of it all.
She once again pushed me towards the door, and I felt her warm breath on my ears. It was a sensation I was growing accustomed to.
"Stroke it."
Not for the first time today I was paralyzed by fear. My hands refused to budge.
"You better take responsibility, Senpai. Or else..." she whispered, her words caressing my ears. Once again, she demonstrated her ability to utter totally scary words while maintaining her composure. Her thinly veiled threat reminded me of the many things she had in her grasp that could cause me problems. Massive problems. Not to mention what story she might cook up about us being in the same toilet cubicle and how we ended up in her in the first place...
"Come on, it's not that hard..." she said as she began to guide my hand up and down her length. While I was not one who often indulged in self pleasure (Komachi had the tendency to charge into my room with no warning), the sensation felt way too familiar... almost natural. Soon, my actions gained a momentum on its own and she began to release her grip on my hand.
It got warmer and warmer between my fingers, and she began to moan in pleasure. "Faster, Senpai~~" I found myself following her instructions, and sped up my actions accordingly. Sensing that I was no longer as hesitant, her hands slowly let go of mine.
Before long she was at full mast, and I felt something hard pressing against my back. There was no question as to what it was. It was Isshiki. More specifically, the full might of her 11 inches. Her hands, now free from guiding mine, began to wrap me from behind, and started to work her way underneath my uniform, starting from my stomach down and then moving down towards my waistline. All the while, her moans were getting progressively louder, and as a result I sensed myself getting hard down there. It was the natural reaction of a perfectly healthy teenage boy... right? How am I supposed to calm with someone making such sounds right behind me?
Her hands began to explore what was beneath my waistline, as she dived in and started to stroke my thighs, and they were getting dangerously close to where my own thing was. This was getting way too dangerous. My hands were getting moist and sticky with some sort of... liquid. I was reluctant to admit what that was, but I knew. It's not that I had totally no experience with such matters anyway.
"Ha-harder, Senpaiii~~" she gasped, as her breathing hastened. I would know, after all I felt her every breath on the back of my neck.
By now her moans were loud enough that I was sure anyone walking past the toilet would have heard her. Although I never really cared about my personal image, I was pretty sure getting found doing whatever we were doing would land me in deep trouble, way beyond mere background chatter about what I did or did not do. This had to stop. I had to do something before this got way out of hand. Using my high-spec brain I soon thought of a solution. I winced slightly as the thought crossed my mind. It was brutal, but I had to do it. I never played fair anyways, so why should I start now?
I uttered a silent apology to all the manhoods in the world as I grabbed her length with all my strength.
"Ahhh Senpai, that's too rough!" She recoiled in pain, her hands retreating from the depth of my pants.
Now that she was no longer pushing me against the door, I took my chance to escape that hellhole of a cubicle. Swinging the door open, I dashed out with all the speed I could muster.
"Don't go Senpaiii" said the voice from the cubicle. Instead of achieving its intended effect, it merely served to spur me on.
I was afraid. Very afraid.
As I exited the toilet proper and into the corridor, I heard a shriek behind me. I turned around to face the source of the noise, only to see a flash of blue disappear round the corner.
Pushing that to the back of my mind for now, I focused on reaching the solace of the Service Club room.
Arriving at my destination, I burst in unceremoniously.
"Sensei, as previously mentioned, please knock whenever ... oh its you. That was fast." Yukinoshita said as she glanced up from her book with what looked llike mild surprise.
"Are you okay?" Yuigahama asked, her face lit up with concern.
It was now that I realised that I was panting heavily and sweating profusely. Who wouldn't after experiencing what I just did?
I placed my hands on my knees and slowly began the process of catching my breath.
I couldn't entirely comprehend what just happened. Worse still, I felt a mixture of weird feelings, not least of them were... intrigue. A perverse form of curiosity. It felt like something deep within me had been awoken.
"Hikigaya-kun, you look shaken. Why don't you take a seat first?" Yukinoshita suggested, logical as always.
I nodded in agreement and shuffled over to my seat and slunk down into it. I let out a long sigh. Trust this kouhai of mine to turn my life upside down the moment I least expect it. Such is the way of the fox.
"Must be a difficult request eh, Hikki?"
Thinking back to the request Isshiki piled on me, I involuntarily shuddered. The fact that she had that thing aside, which I had not fully gotten over by the way, how was I going to help her hide it? How has she not figured out how to hide it in all her 16 years? And more importantly... why me?
"Here, have some tea."
I gratefully accepted the mug and held it tight with both hands, as tight as...
I felt my thoughts wandering back to the events that just transpired. Her moist breath on my cheeks, her substantial mounds pressing on my back, her sensual moans filling the cubicle, the smoothness and warmth of her thing...
I was afraid. Very afraid.
Not because of what she did to me, but because I found myself liking it.
This sly kouhai of mine has awakened something within me I never knew existed.
