Mr. Tanaka had one of those voices that was so monotone, that he could be telling you that you've one a million dollars and the news would still seem boring. Ayumi wished she had adjusted herself to the same attentiveness she normally showed her teachers, but she just couldn't. She had long given up trying to pay attention to the long winded speeches, since she had discovered going into the book and reading gave her a better understanding of the material. She glanced at the clock, inwardly groaning that they still had about forty minutes left. She felt like she had been listening for hours, yet the words made no impact on her head. She sighed lightly, looking down at her doodled filled notebook page. She couldn't really think of what else to draw, but she felt her mind growing anxious with boredom. She glanced next to her at her boyfriend, Kishinuma Yoshiki, wondering if he was even awake at this point.
Yoshiki struggled to listen to the droning, but found it extremely difficult to keep his eyes open. Ugh, and he had closed the day before at work too... Occasionally he would nod off, but he tried to keep awake, for the most part. He didn't need Mr. Tanaka calling him out to wake him up, maybe ask him a question, knowing that he hadn't been paying attention. He gave a soft sigh, his eyes half lidded and his head lying against his palm. He, too, glanced at the clock, but didn't catch Ayumi's gaze. He wished he could go home on the account that he was tired... that'd be pretty nice...
Ayumi noticed how drowsy he was, though he was fighting to keep awareness. He really was a sight to behold. She felt her bored mind quickly going south, the long table in front of the two making her mind whirl with thoughts. Ugh, it had been a couple weeks since they had been able to do anything together of such a nature. She really shouldn't be considering what she was. Then again, she loved a flustered, teased Yoshiki. Her eyes stayed focused on Mr. Tanaka, her pencil still scribbling the occasional note he'd write on the bored. But, her left hand began to moved under the table. It landed midway up his thigh, quick to go into the inner area. She was forcing her eyes to stay forward as her hand came closer to the spot that made him a man.
Yoshiki was just starting to actually fall asleep when he felt something his leg. That... had to be Ayumi's hand... But what was she doing? A blush quickly developed across his fast, then he took a small, accidental sharp breath when her hand started to trail upwards. Mr. Tanaka gave him a look, which he gave an innocent smile to. "Something the matter, Kishinuma?" he asked with raised brow. "No sir," Yoshiki responded quickly, fearing with all these eyes focused on them, that something would be noticed. Luckily, though, Ayumi had decided to sit near him instead of vice versa, so they were at the back, so one couldn't see where Ayumi's hand laid unless they were purposefully looking for such a thing. Agh, of all times and places to get him riled up...
Ayumi glanced at Yoshiki as the teacher singled him out. She feigned confusion to make sure she didn't stand out in front of the class. She didn't want to get caught, but she felt a weird excitement at her actions and his reactions to them. Her eyes went back to focus on Mr. Tanaka and his continuation of his dull lecture. Her hand didn't pull away from Yoshiki, rather it found his dick and began to tease him through the fabrics. Her right hand curled up against her mouth, hiding the small smirk that was playing on her lips. She was already finding such a thrill in this.
Yoshiki was thankful as class resumed, but found it difficult to keep even breaths as she teased him. Ayumi, you jerk, he thought, fighting to keep a straight face as his body was being forced to partake in activities other than class. It was also causing his mind to go south, thinking of ways to get her back for such teasing. He'd like to give her the same contact, but doubted he could do it as slyly as she was able to, and he definitely didn't want to get caught. Oh, she'd get what was coming to her... His face deepened in color as he had to bite down on his tongue, forcing down small groans. She was evil, doing this to him during school...
Ayumi couldn't wipe the smirk off her face, a type of satisfaction running through her veins as she teased him. She knew he wouldn't be able to help but react. His flushed face easily turned her on, his biting down of noises was just impossible to not enjoy. While the thought was tempting to unbutton his pants and slip her hand into them, she figured she shouldn't let herself get that carried away. They were in school, after all. And she very much didn't want the rest of the class to hear his orgasm sounds. Still, she was entertained enough just teasing him as she was for the rest of the period. She would make it up to him when school let out... one of the perks of having a boyfriend with his own apartment.
Yoshiki had been dying through the whole rest of the period, the thirty minutes left creeping by even slower than they had. Urgh, why did she have to make him suffer like this? He wasn't going to make it the rest of the school day! It was already driving him nuts. As kids were allowed the break between classes, he glanced to Ayumi. He stood and retreated to the bathroom, hiding himself as he walked. He didn't like to wait, but he also had to get prepared first...
He came back a few minutes later, but didn't sit back down. He gently pulled Ayumi up by the wrist. "C'mere for a sec," he instructed her, leading her into the hall, but didn't stop walking. Instead, he sneaked around to the stairs to the roof, pushing open the old door. Yeah... this definitely was a good place... He let go of her to turn and shut the door by reaching an arm around her, keeping it placed there as he pressed himself closer to her. "You can be really mean when you want to, huh?" he asked with a smile, his eyes narrowed at her.
Ayumi noticed Yoshiki's glance before he went and disappeared. 'Hehe, maybe I got a little carried away,'she realized with a small laugh. She pulled out a book to read as she waited for the break to be over. Her attention was easily torn away from the words as she noticed Yoshiki came back. She allowed him to tug her up by the wrist, nodding lightly as his instruction. She was definitely confused with what was going on... Though, she had a decent idea. Still, they didn't have much time before the bell rang again. Her curiosity began to sky rocket as he led her out of the class, to the stairwell, and up to the roof.
Ayumi blinked as he turned to shut the door, her heart jumping lightly at the action, a small blush forming as he pressed closer. The question made her laugh lightly. She felt a little guilty about riling him up so much, but she couldn't resist once the idea bloomed in her head. "Hehe, sorry~" she said in a way that hardly seemed sincere. She obviously enjoyed his struggle as he dealt with her teasing him for most the period. "I'll make it up to you later," she assured him with a coy smile.
Yoshiki grinned lightly at her unconvincing apology. She had enjoyed it, he could tell. Watching him struggle with such an embarrassing thing... He brought his forehead closer to touch with her's, believing what she said, but he couldn't wait that long. It had been agonizing for just the thirty minutes. He couldn't be patient for another few hours like she was suggesting. "Later? Easy for you to say..," he complained lightly, sliding his other hand up her shirt and tracing the outline of her frame.
Ayumi watched as he brought his forehead against her's. She leaned up into the contact, a small smile on her lips. The smile quickly flickered away into surprise as he complained lightly, his hand making its way under her shirt. Goodness, she loved the ways his hand felt against her. Still, she couldn't let herself get swept up into anything too much. "Patience is a virtue," she mentioned, trying to keep her voice even. "And the bell is going to ring any second," she said anxiously. She wasn't one to ever skip out on class, especially since she was the class representative.
Yoshiki wasn't swayed by heard words, his hand moving to trail slowly down her spine. "Patience isn't one of my strong points," he said in a more hushed voice, tilting his head so he could begin kissing up her neck, with the occasional lick or suck at her smooth skin. He seemed to ignore her comment about the bell, simply continuing with his intimate activities, his hand eventually making it halfway under the waistband on her skirt and underwear.
Ayumi felt a shiver of pleasure shoot through her at his hushed voice and talented mouth beginning to work at her neck. Her body was reacting excitably, she could already feel her lower abdomen warming at what it was expecting. The feeling of his hand under the waistband of her skirt and underwear made her quickly react in embarrassment. Her hand shot to cover his, halting the movement. "Y-Yoshiki! We're in school!" she gasped, face flushed. Which she realized may be a little hypocritical of her to point out... but still, this was a different level. "And on the roof," she added, nervous. What if someone heard? What if someone came up? Could people see up to the roof from the ground? All the possibilities would lead to mortifying situations. She could hear the muffled noise of the bell going off in the school. "And now we're late to class."
Yoshiki paused as her hand stopped his, pulling away from her neck. "So?" he asked with a stubborn, small pout, his surroundings hardly a care at this point. He, too, heard the bell, giving her a sly smile. "See? We're late anyways. No harm in a little longer," he told her, keeping persistent. He leaned in again, bringing their lips together before adding his tongue to mesh in with her's. He took his other hand from the door to press her body closer to his, his eyes closed as he took in her taste.
Ayumi was about to argue with his thought process when he cut her off with his lips. Nng, he tasted so good and his warmth was absolutely mind boggling. It was hard to deny him, actually it was probably downright impossible. It may be her fault for not waiting until last period to pull that teasing out. Still, she hadn't considered he'd be planning to take her up to the rooftops and proceed from there. Though the goody-two shoes in her objected to the time and place. She pulled her mouth just far enough so she could speak. "Aagn, Yoshiki, I'm class rep," she pointed out between heavy breaths. She had a certain image she had to keep up, and skipping class was not a part of that image.
Yoshiki looked at her curiously when she pulled away, still not deterred. "No one expects you to be perfect," he told her, not giving up on trying to win her over. She had to give in at some point... While his hand was stuck under her's, his other moved down to her outer thigh to slightly hike her leg up against him. He wanted to continue their kiss, but he guessed he owed her the attempt to keep insisting they stop and go back to class.
"W-well, even so-" Ayumi began to counter, though she felt her sentence lost as his hand went to her thigh and moved her leg. She really couldn't object that she was ridiculously turned on. "What if someone comes up here?" she questioned, because that was ultimately her biggest worry. Missing a class period wouldn't be the end of the world... she could hardly imagine herself being able to focus. But the roof was anything but private... hell, it was outside.
Yoshiki smiled at her as she seemed to give up... At least, on the grounds of missing class. He hummed lightly, closing his eyes as he thought. No one really came up here, since the teacher's put tighter restrictions on the roof. He was one of the select few who could sneak up here, and about the only one who found it worth the effort. So, he doubted anyone would unexpectedly show up, but she may not take that as an answer. "Teachers keep a pretty tight look out on the stairs... so I doubt anyone would just wonder up her, during classes especially," he answered, his eyes opening to look into her's, "And, well... it's really the best place. The only one that keeps our noises to ourselves." The traffic near the school would keep anyone who was just outside from hearing them, and no one inside would be able to listen. Anywhere else in school wasn't exactly sound proof, and he didn't want anyone but him to hear what Ayumi sounded like in heat.
Ayumi looked at him skeptically, weighing the truth to his words. She knew Yoshiki had spent many hours out on the roof during his delinquent days when he avoided class. So, he probably knew that the chance of somebody coming up was very slim. The noise factor was true too... Her face felt flushed as she realized she was willing to do this. "I can't believe I'm agreeing to this," she mumbled, embarrassed and feeling weirdly shy. They had been with each other countless times before, and her comfort level with Yoshiki was extremely high. But, the time and place was making her feel more skittish... though she couldn't deny Yoshiki. Not that she would even want to deny him.
Yoshiki smiled as she finally had no qualms with doing this. He connected their lips again, carrying on the passion. His hand moved in a small jerk to make the zipper on her skirt give slightly, enough so that he could tug it down a little. His other hand kept her leg up firmly against his waist as his body moved impatiently against her's. Of course he was eager to get to the actual sex, but he loved the build up too. He couldn't deny that foreplay was almost as good, and because of this admission, he would be slow getting there. But Ayumi should already know that about him, since she had countless times to learn.
Ayumi enthusiastically met his lips, just letting herself go as she enjoyed the sensations he made her entire body tingle with. She could almost forget where they were as he moved against her, though the location added an odd thrill to all of it. Her arms wrapped around his neck, one of her hands ran through his hair as she urged him on. Any reluctance was gone as her back arched to press herself closer, moving her hips against him. She knew they would take their sweet time getting to the actual act. The tension all lead up to a bigger release.
Yoshiki pulled away to resume sucking against her neck, occasionally sliding his tongue up further. His hand pulled away from her skirt to go back up her shirt, only this time slipping underneath her bra and fondling her breast. Her soft skin and fingers through his hair were sending a tingling all throughout him, even more so knowing he was the only one to touch her on these places, and have such an erotic affect on her. He sort of hoped he wasn't alone in these possessive, arousing thoughts. He moved away from her neck to her ear, nibbling on it lightly.
Ayumi took a sharp breath as he sucked at her neck, sending ripples of anticipation through her like electricity. She couldn't stop the gasps, whimpers, and moans as his hands caressed her. She shivered pleasurably as she felt his mouth moved to her ear. Aaa, he really knew how to drive her crazy. The possessive thoughts were not his alone, as she couldn't help but be perpetually drawn into the fact that they've only belonged to one another. The hand in his hair slipped down, slowly traveling back against his spine until she grabbed his ass. The other hand slipped in between them and began to unbutton his white shirt, a movement she had become quite skilled in doing quickly.
Yoshiki felt himself grow more eager at her actions and moans, but continued his own tantalizing activities. While still massaging her breast, his fingers began to tease the nipple. His other hand left her thigh and went to her back, sliding down until reaching her skirt. He pulled it and her underwear down further, bringing his mouth back to her's again to taste her once more.
Ayumi gasped his name as his fingers worked her breast and nipple. Her body felt like it was on fire, her lower abdomen burning for him. Her hands slid up to his chest, her fingers sweeping under his white shirt and jacket, pushing them off to the ground. The less clothes on him, the better. On that note, she felt him pushing her skirt and panties down, she moved the leg hiked around him momentarily to let the clothing fall to the ground as well. One hand eagerly traveled under his red shirt, feeling his torso in light, feathery touches. The other began to unbutton and unzip his pants, because they were just in the way.
Yoshiki found himself losing patience as more and more dropped to the ground. His hands moved to her back, to pull her shirt up and over her head, tossing it to the ground and then quickly working to remove her bra. Once it was haphazardly dropped with the rest of her clothes, he broke the kiss again and traveled further down, beginning to lick and suck at the nipple he had neglected to touch earlier.
Ayumi's own patience was wearing thin, a horrible wanting throb between her legs was making her desperate. She hardly even registered the fact she was now naked on the roof of her school, her mind only focused on Yoshiki and how talented his mouth and hands were. Her fingernails dug lightly into the skin of his torso as his mouth on her nipple was so hot. She shortly released her grip as both her hands hooked under his pants and underwear, tugging them down to expose him.
Yoshiki couldn't stand it anymore as his pants where pulled down. His hands went down to her thighs, one pulling the other up to his side. He kept most of her weight against the door, but he made sure to support her as much as possible. His tongue slid off of her now erect nipple to join back with her's, positioning her in the mean time. When they had first started doing stuff like this, he had often asked her if she was ready, but now it really wasn't necessary. He pressed his tip against her entrance, to make sure he had the right angle. Once he was assured of that, he wasted no more time entering her all the way, but he still had to get comfortable before starting their pace.
Ayumi felt her excitement spike as he moved her leg to his side, anticipation painfully high as she awaited him. Her tongue curled around his, her head tilted slightly to angle their mouths better. Ayumi gasped against his lips as she felt his tip, and then all of him slide into her. Her hands clenched the red fabric of the shirt that she never managed to get off of him. "Nnn, Yoshikiii," she begged against him, eager for the motion to begin.
Yoshiki felt her grab onto him, knowing neither one could wait any longer. He pulled out slightly and then moved back inside, slow at first, gaining speed with each motion until he reached a good starting thrusting pace. As her walls moved to fit him tightly, and the friction against his cock increased, he found it harder to think straight. God, he loved how she felt inside... The position he had put the two in made it impossible for him to maximize her pleasure by rubbing her most sensitive area, but he doubted she cared much. Besides, they could definitely go for a round two after school.
Ayumi's breathing quickly became more erratic as he slowly began to move. The angle was new, they were normally laying down when he entered her and she could definitely feel the difference against her inner walls. As his pace began to increase, her hips began to move in time with his motions. She had to break their kiss because it was getting to the point where all she could do was moan his name breathlessly. It was amazing how he was able to take her away to their own little world, the concern of her volume or the location gone with the pleasure he shot through her.
Yoshiki grew in pace until he reached a nice speed, gasping and moaning her name after she pulled away from the kiss. He moved back to her neck, since she could only groan at this point, only stopping to get breath and let an occasional noise slip out. His thrusts became harder, deeper, and faster as her juices coated him, making it easier to slip in and out.
Ayumi threw her head back, angling it to the side to give Yoshiki better access to her neck. The leg he had positioned up was now curled around him as her body rocked with his. The thrusts kept making her body's reaction spike through her body like a drug. Some drool dribbled down her chin as the overwhelming pleasure hit her. Her pussy felt so hot and tingly, she could feel herself coming close to her limit as they kept moving against one another. Her nails dug into him to keep herself grounded as her body had to halt in motion as waves of pleasure came barreling at her over and over. Her body quivered and her insides twitched as the release hit her, her mind going completely blank at the electricity rippling through her body.
Yoshiki thrust into her one final time before having to pull away from her neck and giving a loud moan, his body stalling as his muscle twitched and tightened. Nothing felt greater, the sensations too amazing to take without his mind going blank. His hot cum shot into her, reducing his strength. He moved out of her, shifting so that his back was against the wall. He then slid down to sit, his arms slinging around her to pull her closer. He rested his head on top of her as he panted, all energy leaving him.
Ayumi moaned lightly as she felt him come inside her, a warmth filling her very being. As he pulled out and shifted against the wall, she sank along with him. Her legs were still quivering lightly from the impact of the orgasm, her chest heaving as she fought to regain normal breathing. She moved closer against him, settling comfortably as she let her muscles slacken. She loved everything about the act, the buildup, the release, the aftermath... it was absolutely addicting. She let out a happy sigh as his head rested on top of her's.
Yoshiki smiled at her sigh, feeling completely content like this. Being with Ayumi was always bliss, no matter where they were, it seemed. He moved to kiss her lightly on the head, always feeling such an overwhelming love for her, in these moments in particular. After, he gave a small grunt of exhaustion, looking at the door behind him. Hah, they'd have to go back to class... but now that his desires had been taken care of, he could wait until the end. "Second round after school?" he asked with a sly smile, brushing a hand through her hair.
Ayumi laughed lightly at the question, a little surprised but definitely pleased by the suggestion. "You're insatiable," she told him with a small giggle. "And of course," she agreed, with a small happy hum. She would never pass up a chance to be with him. She laid against him for a moment, but found her nakedness quickly becoming chillier and a little embarrassing. "But, now we have to go back to class," she murmured to him as she pulled away. She fetched her clothing that had been dropped to the ground and began pulling it back on quickly.
Yoshiki laughed along at her comment. "I know you like that about me," he mentioned, giving her one last tight hug. He nodded at her next statement, letting his hands drop to the floor as she moved away. He stood, pulling his underwear and pants back up and zipping them up, then buttoning them. He bent down to pick up his shirt and jacket, slipping both of them on before buttoning up the shirt. Heh, it was like nothing happened, but he doubted they were beyond suspicion. Not that he really cared. "Right, that boring place," he said with a smile, finishing with buttoning his shirt.
Ayumi smiled slyly at him. "I can certainly make it more exciting for you," she teased as she zipped up her skirt. She wasn't so sure she wouldn't pull a similar act out in the future. She pulled her bra back on and short after her shirt was back on. She brushed her skirt, looking down at her experience with a scrutinizing eye. She didn't want anything to give away their reason for missing class... though, she did realize the class would probably assume they went off for something in that vein.
Yoshiki chuckled lightly at her comment. "Better not, or you'll suffer the consequences," he said with a smirk, hugging her around her shoulders. He stepped away, noticing some, eh... marks on her neck. Hehe, ooh, he should have saved that for after school... "Eh... he... sorry...," he said, rubbing the back of his neck with a small, apologetic smile on his face.
Ayumi smiled as his arms wrapped around her shoulders and she leaned into the contact before he moved away. She was about to reply when she heard his apology. It took a moment for her mind to catch up, but the rubbing of his own neck made her hand goes to her. She then remembered the amount of time he spent on her neck, and her face lit up red when she realized he had probably marked her up. However, she couldn't be irritated when he was wearing that puppy-dog look on his face. Her fingers slipped under her hair bands and pulled them out, letting her hair free of the typical twin tail appearance. Her fingers went though her hair with a sigh. "Why do I feel like this is payback?" she asked with a smile. "And does that cover them?" she then questioned, since she couldn't actually see where the marks were at.
Yoshiki just laughed at her accusation, shaking his head. "I promise it's not. I just... forgot about those," he admitted, before inspecting her after her question. He slid a hand through he hair to position it slightly, giving a smile and nodding. "It should be okay, as long as you don't move too much," he said in a sort of joking way, since if the hair fell back at all, she'd be handling quite a situation... He guessed he couldn't make fun, though. It was his fault, and if she got embarrassed because of him, he'd feel a bit guilty.
Ayumi pouted slightly at his reply, because her paranoia would be high the rest the day. "Haah, someone is definitely going to see them," she worried, face red. "Actually, everyone will notice my hair is different, so they'll all know without even seeing them," she realized with a defeated sigh. She stepped forward, leaning her head against his chest as she snuggled up to him. "You're lucky you're cute and very talented with your mouth or I would be mad at you right now," she said, voice muffled against him.
Yoshiki looked at her with sympathy, feeling bad for making her go through such a thing, but there was no helping it now. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned into him, laying his head on her's. "Hehe, sorry, I'll make it up to you, okay?" he promised, gaining a suggestive smirk, "With my talented mouth."
"Mm, I'm holding you to that," Ayumi replied with a light purr to her tone. The end of school couldn't come fast enough. She enjoyed being wrapped in his embrace, but she heard the muffled ring of a bell inside and pulled away. The perfect moment to slip back into class. "But first, we gotta get through the rest of the school day," she said as her fingers intertwined with his as she led him back into the school.