Makoto jumped from his seat as soon as he saw Ayaki, worried that his friend was pissed with him. After all, he hadn't responded. He must have gotten chewed out by his parents really good. Aw man, he was such a bad friend! Bros were supposed to always cover for each other! He felt pretty bad about letting him down, and getting him in trouble. He approached him quickly, a small, sad frown on his face. "Man, I'm really sorry!" he apologized, desperate for his forgiveness. "Agh, I feel awful! I mean, whether or not you tell me, I'm supposed to cover for you! Ugh, and I failed you... I really am sorry! I hope they didn't get too pissed at you!" he said, obviously remorseful, and placing the blame on himself. Clueless or not, best friends like them had an understood oath to be each other's backup! And he had failed in the worst way possible...
Ayaki stared at Makoto as if he had three heads when he began talking. What the hell was he apologizing for? His brain lagged on what his friend meant by 'cover-up' considering that part of the evening was hardly prominent in his mind. His expression jolted from confused to absolutely horrified. He pulled out his cell phone quickly when he realized his parents had found out his lie. Oh god, his parents had been texting and calling him. "Shit," he cursed as he read over some of the messages. A mix of anger and worry conveyed in them. "Dammit, they're going to murder me," he groaned, a hand going over his face as he slunk against a desk. How was he going to explain this away? He was gone the entire night... urgh, maybe he could just say he got his friends name mixed up? Although... knowing his parents, they probably had already tried calling the majority of his friends...
Makoto, at his expression change and curse, squirmed nervously. He grabbed onto Ayaki's shoulders, almost sinking to his knees, but not all the way. "Aaaagh, I'm sorry!" he repeated, nervous that they were no longer best bros forever. This was a big mistake! Especially considering where Ayaki had actually gone while using his house as an excuse. It could be something his parents really didn't approve of, and it would be difficult to lie now that he was stuck in a hole. Uuugh, and he had helped dig him in it! He felt terrible, as a friend.
Ayaki had a knee-jerk reaction to be angry at Makoto, but that really wouldn't be right. Ugh, if he had just texted or called Makoto with the situation, everything would be fine. He acted too quickly and hastily. He was going to have to think very, very hard to figure out an excuse that didn't involve him going to his new girlfriend's apartment for the night."It's okay... it's my fault, really... I was too careless," he said after a stretch of emotion-sorting silence. "It was nice knowing you," he sighed, his face pale with dread. His parents were going to murder him, good excuse or not.
Makoto eased slightly as he was forgiven, but felt worry for Ayaki's safety replaced prior anxiety about losing a friend, even though he knew even if he had been mad, they wouldn't totally split up. He frowned, easing off and rubbing the back of his head. "Er, well... You had a good run... I hope they're not too hard on you. You're seventeen, after all," he tried to console with a small shrug and uncertain smile.
"They might have been a little easier if I hadn't been out the whole night... Now, though? They're going to be furious," he sighed as he flipped through the missed calls and texts. Since this was unusual for him, actually unheard of, they must have thought he had been murdered or something. "Fuuck," he cursed under his breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. "Okay, I need to at least call them so they don't come charging the school," he said, moving off the desk and wandering into the hallway. It was a big 'no-no' to make calls in school, but considering his position and the rarity of him doing anything wrong, he doubted anyone would give him a problem. He dialed his dad's number, since he'd be easier to deal with. "Uh, hey Dad," he greeted as he heard his dad's angry voice. "Uh, yeah, I know. Sorry. I know... Yeah... uh-huh... I won't," he began giving the answers his dad expected to his rant. He froze as his dad asked where he had been. "Look, Dad, I really can't give you the story right now. The bell's about to ring. I just wanted to let you know I was okay... Yeah... Mmhm.. Thanks... Okay, talk to you later," he finally said he flipped the phone shut. His dad had been pissed, but he was typically easier to talk to. He agreed to pass the message onto his mom too, so hopefully the general anger and anxiety would wear away when they got home from work. He leaned against the hallway wall, and pressed his hands against his eyes as he willed this to just go away. He had just gotten a girlfriend and now he was never going to be allowed out of his house.
Yoshiko had noticed how stressed Ayaki seemed to be in the entire day. His body language and facial features just gave her the inkling that there was a male storm in his head. She tapped her pencil against her chin, thinking of how she could help. Her mind went back to him eating her out, and while her waist and hips were tired from the double orgasm of yesterday, her mouth had been extremely under-worked. Her coy smile returned, looking across the room at him with half-lidded eyes. Yes... That's what she'd do... She wanted to taste him, anyways.
Yoshiko approached Ayaki's house a while after school, having first gone home to change from her uniform. In case she couldn't handle his load, she didn't want such expensive dress code to be ruined. With one hand behind her back, she knocked her knuckles against his door, hoping he wasn't out. Well, she doubted he hardly ever went out, but it was always something to fret over when you had such sexual plans.
Ayaki paced the halls of his house as he tried to figure out the perfect plan. He wanted to go back in time and tell Makoto to play it cool. Ugh, if Makoto ever got together with Sakurako and this situation came into his hands, it was almost tempting to get revenge. Not that he ever would do that, because he would know to play along. He paused as he heard a knocking. He moved his head and stared at the door like an alert cat as his mind reeled trying to figure out who it was. None of his family members... they would just come in. He forced himself to relax, telling himself he was overreacting. When he opened the door, his eyes widened as saw Yoshiko staring there. An alarm went off in his head, but he tried to appear somewhat calm. "H-hey, Yoshiko," he greeted, looking over her nervously. If a neighbor saw... he quickly pulled her into the house and shut the door behind her. "Uhm, what's up?"
Yoshiko didn't have much time to greet him back as he pulled her in, shutting the door behind her. Sure, the action was a little weird, but she couldn't question it with her perverse plans still in mind. Her slightly confused expression formed back into her suggestive one. "Mm, well..,"she started, moving him back slightly as she came close, her hand rubbing against his crotch, "You seemed stressed, so... I came over so you could take a load off." Normally, that would be followed by 'your shoulders', but the load she was taking had nothing to do with the upper half of his body.
Ayaki looked at her curiously as he waited for an answer about her sudden appearance. His worried ridden mind hardly registered her seductive expression, but the feel of her hand against the most sensitive part of him quickly brought him on the same page. He let out a small groan under his breath as he tried to will away the creeping feeling of himself getting hard. As horribly tempting as it was, he didn't want to test the god's wrath. "A-ah, I really... really appreciate the idea... but, uh, I don't know when my parents are going to be home and they're already pissed at me because I failed to come home last night," he explained very quickly, cursing the fact his body was already turned on by contact.
Yoshiko hardly took his refusal seriously, continuing to move her hand against his length, dropping down occasionally to rub his balls. She was determined to do this, for his own stress relief, and her selfish desire to taste him as he had her. "All the more reason to calm you nerves... Besides, it's not like your parents can't warp into your room as soon as they get home," she mentioned, her smirk unwavering. She removed her hand from his groin and took a hold of his hand, leading him upstairs. She let go as they reached his room, shutting the door behind her. If he didn't strip himself, she'd definitely do it for him. By the time she swiped her tongue against his tip, he would no longer have the power to deny her. And getting his cock free of clothes wouldn't be too hard of a task, especially if he complied.
Ayaki had to admit she had a point, but it wasn't like recovering from sexual acts was exactly easy. His parents would know something was off. Even with his worries, he had little strength to stop her from pulling him upstairs. The contact and rubbing, even through the fabric, had made his dick stiff. He cursed the obviousness of a male's erection, because it was pretty hard to deny someone when you were obviously into the idea. "Yoshiko, this is a really bad time. They're probably going to be home earlier today... We can always do this stuff later. I'm sure I won't be grounded that long..." he tried to convince her with the last ounce of his self-control.
Yoshiko tilted her head at him, still not deterred. She stepped towards him slowly, at least giving him the chance to try and persuade her. "But then you won't need it as badly," she said with a small pout, then her eyes, with a glint, went down to the bulge in his pants, "That, and... if they're going to be home soon, you'd rather be tired than having a boner, right?" It was kind of mean of her to use something she caused as a point to convince, not that she really needed to... As she was close enough, one hand undid his pants while the other hooked under the waistband of both lower body clothes. She swiftly pulled down to release his hard member and pushed him onto the bed, her role and confidence as the show runner returning. She quickly got to her knees before he could stand back up or make any move to get away, her hand taking his base before giving his tip a testing lick.
Ayaki frowned at the logic she was using, because she had a point. Though, the worry of them somehow coming home in the middle of it really freaked him out. Plus, Yoshiko could not be in his room when they got home. He found himself unable to give a response as he felt her hand undo his pants. He had to give a small hiss of relief as his boner was released from confinement. He hardly had a moment to catch his breath when he felt himself pushed back onto his bed. His face was beet red as he tried to keep up with the flurry of movements, though any chance of fighting back was swiped from under his feet as she took the base and licked the tip. A throaty groan released from the back of his throat, his hands tightening on the cover of the bed. "H-haa... s-so mean," he mumbled, only managing to keep one eye half-open as he tried to glare down at her.
Yoshiko smirked at him, her hand moving up and down on his shaft as she had to stall the oral activity for a brief moment. "Heh, don't be like that. You'll feel better after," she said mischievously before bringing her mouth back down to his cock, pressing her lips lightly against his tip. Her tongue slid against him in a circular pattern, her hand returning to just hold him still, but her other hand came up to caress his testis. She began to progressively take him into her mouth, testing her limits with how much she could fit as a first time giving a blow job. She could surprisingly fit a good amount of his length into her mouth, while also making sure her teeth didn't hurt him. She wasn't able take all of him, deep throating way out of her league, but she would make do with the best of her abilities. Once comfortable and aware of her limit, her head began to bob as she moved her mouth up and down against him, her tongue moving around him and coating his cock in saliva.
Ayaki gasped lightly, eyes squeezing shut, and biting his tongue to resist letting out a loud moan. Yoshiko's hand left trails of firey flesh as she moved it along his straining dick. Ayaki's mouth opened to respond, but his mind was wiped clean of the human language as her lips pressed against his tip and shot electricity straight through his length. His spine shivered pleasurably as her mouth began to work his dick and her hand moved against his ball. His breathing was becoming ragged and quick as any worries drifted from his mind as he enjoyed Yoshiko. He forced his eyes open, curious to take in the sight of her beginning to take him into her mouth. Oh god, it was so hot, he had to resist bucking his hip at the hot contact. As she seemed to slowly become accustomed to the act, her slick mouth kept moving against his hard member. His words became a slur of half-used curses and her name as he marveled at how her mouth made him unbelievably turned on. It was a completely different feeling than her inner walls. Her tongue moving against him in a way that made him feel he was losing his mind. He was panting heavily, trying to keep himself from coming too fast because he really wanted to enjoy this. A hand managed to detach itself from his sheets to slide into her hair.
Yoshiko found herself beginning to get aroused herself at his moans and hand in her hair. He closed her eyes as she moved her mouth along him faster, then came back near the top to lightly suck on him. Her lips popped off of him for a short breath and lick from his base to the tip, swirling her tongue on the edges of his head. She took him in her mouth again, continuing to suck him off. Though, as her own fire burned in her lower abdomen, her hand on his sack had to move down underneath her skirt and move against her folds. She pulled off of him to occasionally give his tip a good licking, much like she would manage a passionate, deep kiss. With him in her mouth, her own moans of self-pleasure rumbled from her throat and making her lips lightly tremble against him, like an extremely low-level vibrator.
Ayaki threw his head back as his cries increased in volume. She was very talented. Every movement against his member was building the pressure that made him feel ready to burst. He watched as a hand went off his sack, a moment passed until he realized with a hot jolt what she was doing. Her rumbles from her own pleasure surrounded his dick with marvelous heat. The fact that this was all really happening still stunned him in the most wonderful way. He felt so grateful and so ridiculously in love with this girl. The hand gripping the sheets of his bed tightened as he could not longer hold back. "Haaa, Y-Yoshiko, I'm g-gonna-" he began trying to warn, unsure if she would want him released in her mouth. He wasn't able to get the words out completely though as his body pulsated, cum shooting out of him as electricity coursed through his veins.
Yoshiko only had moments to prepare herself before he would come. She had managed to move herself off a little so it didn't shoot to the back of her throat, but her mouth hadn't been firmly pressed ti his tip so she could catch it all in her mouth. She flinched slightly as some of the pulsing shots found their mark against her face, and some of the heated cum running off of her tongue before she could close her mouth. The taste was a strange bitterness that was unlike anything else, but it was a marvelous flavor because it was Ayaki's. She swallowed all she had managed catch, pulling her hand out from between her legs as she sat back away from him, panting with her face red from loss of breath and the feeling of his cum against her skin. It was accidental that she had missed some of it, but she heard it was an arousing thing to see. It was also lucky that it hadn't gotten in her hair... The hand not slick from her own juices lifted to her face, swiping off some of the white substance from her cheek. It was embarrassing to do so and be seen doing so, but she couldn't hold back from bringing her hand to her mouth so she could lap up his cum.
Ayaki couldn't look away as she caught the cum in her mouth, for the most part. There was something about seeing her swallow it that set a fire in his body. He was panting heavily himself as his body slackened from exhaustion. His eyes were focused on her, the white liquid on her face set him into arousal all over again. His eyes began to widen slightly as she swiped the cum off with her hand to lick it up, a small whimper sound escaping him. God, it was all too hot and he couldn't handle it. "Wow," was all he could manage to say. He sighed, running his fingers through his bangs as he wondered why he was so stressed before.
Creek. Click.
Oh, right. He could hear both the muffled voices of his mom and dad. "Oh no. Ohno. Ohno,ohno,ohno," he began saying in a rush of panic. He glanced at the clock. It was only 4:17! They weren't supposed to be home this early! He rushed as he shoved his now flaccid dick into his pants, zipping and re-buttoning them. He was beyond thankful that she had caught most of the evidence of their time together in her mouth, but now he was glancing around his room in a panic."You've gotta hide," he said, heart pounding in his ears. This was it. This was how he was going to die.
Yoshiko smiled lightly at his amazement, still feeling a rush of embarrassment, but glad he seemed to like it. She froze momentarily at the sound of the door, and muffled voices downstairs. Oh, shit... his parents... Well, still, it hadn't all gone to hell yet. "Y-yeah..." She could still do as Ayaki said and hide, and hopefully his parents would be none the wiser. Escaping his room was a dilemma she could worry about later. She rushed to her feet, though they were still a little shaky from the pleasure she had provided herself. Her heart jolted slightly at hearing the footsteps coming upstairs, her own brain frantic in finding a place quickly. While they weren't her parents, this definitely was not the way she wanted a first impression to be. She spotted his open closet and moved quietly inside, shutting the doors and careful not to make any creaks with the wood. She sunk to the very corner of the closet, placing a hand over her mouth to keep any sounds from escaping. While the area was flooding her with the sweet scent of Ayaki, her brain couldn't focus on anything but the rush of almost being caught.
Ayaki moved quickly over to his desk chair, clicking on the internet icon to make it appear like he had been doing something. His parents didn't even bother to knock before coming in. He felt his heart kicking inside his chest painfully, the entire situation's stress freaking him out. "Hi," he greeted, trying to sound natural.
"Care to tell us where you went last night?" his dad asked sharply, a frown etched onto his face."And make sure not to lie again."
'Shit,' he mentally cursed at the fact he hadn't managed to think of a good explanation before Yoshiko came over and they... okay, best to keep that out of mind for the time being. "Well, uh, you see... the reason I was out last night was because..." he stuttered, looking aside. His brain whirled as he tried to come up with a good story. His mind clicked and he let out a huge sigh. "Ok... haa, well, there was this meeting for this occult thing..." he began to explain, rubbing the back of his neck. "I knew you guys wouldn't let me go, but it was a once-in-a-life kind of thing."
"This occult stuff again? Ugh, you and your brother! You know we can't stand all that wiccan crap. It's a waste of time and energy," his mother huffed at him. He cringed slightly, as he hated hearing something that meant so much to him and Hideo under minded like that. Still, he had to be grateful that she bought the excuse.
"I'm sorry I lied to you guys," Ayaki said in the most sincere tone he could manage. Although, all he really regretted was not informing Makoto.
"Don't do it again, Ayaki," his father said, his tone conveying the underlying threat. "You're grounded for a month. You're either at school or you are in this house. We know your student council schedule too, so don't go trying to pull anymore of this," his father informed him through narrow eyes.
Ayaki nodded lightly, trying to keep a very solemn expression. Really, he just wanted them to get the hell out of his room. Both of his parents glared at him for a few moments before turning and leaving his room, his father slamming the door dramatically behind him.
Yoshiko heard the whole exchange, a little impressed with how good of an excuse Ayaki had managed to come up with. She wasn't sure if it had been rehearsed, but it was a good thing he had an interest that wasn't sex that his parents didn't approve of. Though, even as they left, she kept herself in the closet in case they came barging in or maybe heard her moving or talking to Ayaki. she was pretty paranoid, since if they were caught, she would be instantly branded as some sort of whore that shouldn't be seeing their son. She held in a sigh, letting herself calm down by Ayaki's scent that was all around her.
Ayaki stayed still as he listened to his parents move around in the house. He didn't want to be too eager, because if they heard anything weird coming from their room, they'd be on him within a second. He hated keeping Yoshiko in the closet, but he'd really rather have his parents meet her in a better situation... He stood up, standing near his door as he determined where his parents were. He heard the television on downstairs... and some clattering of pans in the kitchen. Okay, his mom was making dinner and his dad was watching some television. Perfect. He moved to the closet door, opening it, since he figured she was waiting for his okay. "Hey, we should be good. You okay?" he asked, feeling a little guilty about getting blown and then shoving her in a closet.
Yoshiko looked up as the doors to the closet were opened. Here eyes took a moment to adjust to the light, but for the most part, she was still smiling. She didn't mind being in a place were his clothes were. She felt a bit pervy, but still... She nodded at his question, standing and brushing off her skirt. "Yeah. I'm mostly relieved they didn't find me out," she said with a small frown, not needing the parents of her lover to also disapprove of her, "That, and... a closet surrounded by your smell isn't bad to stay in at all." Mentioning that made a small blush come to her cheeks, but she didn't spend too long on the feeling. Their next problem had to be addressed. "Anyways... thought of an escape plan?" she asked, a little worried how she'd get out without them noticing.
Ayaki nodded in agreement about relief that her parents hadn't found them out. At her next comment, his heart lurched in his chest and a blush rose to his cheeks. He really could never get used to her forward way of speaking... He regained some composure as she got the conversation on her escape plan. "Er... well, y'see... the only way out of the house is through the front door,"he explained with a frown. There was nowhere that could be easily climbed down from around his house, given he hardly had a yard and there were no trees. Climbing out the window wouldn't work, and frankly he didn't want to risk her slipping and getting hurt. "So... best thing to do may be to wait them out," he said with a small frown. Once his parents were both upstairs and asleep, they would have a chance to get her downstairs. "Y'know... I'd hate to say 'I'd told you so'," he started said with a flat tone, as he had predicted something like this earlier.
Yoshiko listened to the situation closely, wondering how easy it would be to slip out in the middle of the night... If his parents woke up at any moment during the escape, either they both or just Ayaki would be screwed, depending on whether or not they saw it as her escape plan, or his. Her smirk was unwavering, even at his flat comment. "It was worth it, and you know it," she said, reflecting on his amazement and how quickly she had got him to come. A pretty good first go at it, and she could say with certainty that he had loved it. "Besides, sticking around doesn't have to be a bad thing," she mentioned, bringing herself closer to him and wrapping her arms around his neck, bringing their lips together and deepening the kiss with no hesitation. She wouldn't really try going into sexual activities with his parents downstairs. She didn't like to get that close to fire. But it did mean she could spend her time being close to him, despite his grounded status.
Ayaki couldn't deny that the situation wasn't really that bad, as long as he didn't get caught. It was a constant nagging thought in the back of his head as he was hyper aware of the movements in his house. He smirked lightly as she spoke and brought herself closer. His hands moved to the curve over her ass, pulling her slightly closer to his body. He met her lips eagerly, his tongue pressed and curled against her's. He knew the two wouldn't actually get too dirty with his parents downstairs, but knowing he was going to be under surveillance for a whole month made him very eager to take her in while he could. They certainly had a lot of time to kill before his parents went to bed, too.
Yoshiko twisted her tongue around his, taking in the different taste his mouth had. This taste was probably more individual than his cum, which made her enjoy it so much more. They also hadn't kissed like this a whole lot... Maybe once before, which was weird, considering they had made love twice, and because it had been during her time as dominant, when he didn't exactly feel the same. Still those thoughts didn't interrupt the pleasure this gave her. She tilted her head to move her mouth as close to his as possible, on of her hands moving up slightly to grab onto his hair.
Ayaki leaned down into the kiss, his head thrumming pleasantly with good vibes. It was a nice feeling that made a warmth bloom from his chest throughout his entire body. And he was content to keep the activities to their mouths as he moved them down to his bed. Then a devious idea crossed his mind and it was horribly tempting. He knew his parents were downstairs, but he couldn't resist. A hand began to trail itself from her waist to her inner thigh. He moved her thigh over a bit to spread her out. He thanked the creator of skirts for the genius, easy-access design as his hand stroked her folds through the thin fabric of her panties. He was definitely playing a dangerous game, but the possible danger just added a weird excitement in his veins.
Yoshiko held no objections as he moved her to the bed, one of her hands coming to stroke again his neck, down to grab onto his shoulder. Though, she was quickly remembering her heat as his hand trailed down. She gave a small gasp against his mouth, his hips moving slightly in expectation. She didn't exactly want to risk this, but she still hadn't finished herself from earlier after getting aroused by his groan and cries, and something about the risk added a new thrill to the feeling of his fingers against her. She made no sounds of refusal at the idea, despite knowing she'd have the difficult task of biting down the orgasmic noises.
Ayaki felt a satisfaction at her hip moving against his hand. Something about being able to turn her on and make her react like this made him so hot. He would eat her out again, but he didn't want to break the kiss, so his fingers pushed aside the panties fabric to give him access to her pussy. He started off with three fingers slipping into her entrance, stretching her out. And at first he started off in a slow, rhythmic pace going in and out of her. Then, he curved his fingers lightly to rub against her inner walls as he began to pick up pace.
Yoshiko felt raw excitement as her panties were moved aside, already finding it extremely difficult to keep down her loud growl of pleasure at the initial contact, but she managed. Her brain felt a jolt as he slipped inside three fingers, stretching her more than she was prepared for. She had expected one or two to start with, so the extra one caught her off guard and she gave a sharp breath and slightly louder moan than she intended against his mouth, quickly stopping herself. Self control began to get a lot harder as his fingers curved to put friction on the G-spot, along with a faster pace, and the fact that her hips couldn't help but to move along. It was also difficult to get the necessary breath for her heart's fast beating while lip-locked with Ayaki, but it was better than letting a threateningly loud moan slip, something easier to hold down while keeping her mouth occupied. The pleasure shooting from her lower abdomen made her muscles clench lightly, causing her legs to raise and slightly wind around him.
Ayaki was growing hotter at her body's reaction to his movements. He somewhat wished it was another part of him slickly moving inside of her, but just feel her wall's reactions was a different experience. His tongue continued to move against her, as there was some part of him that was anxious about a loud moan or cry escaping her. His free hand held onto her waist, something powerfully possessive stirring in him as her legs wound around him. It was still hard to believe they had only began the relationship last night, because when they were together, it felt like this was something he had always been apart of. He added a forth finger, amazed at what her body could handle. He kept moving against her g-spot with a curved pressured touch, his pace picking up as her juices seeped around his fingers.
Yoshiko felt extremely filled and stretched by the fourth finger, and the pace increase was driving her wild. She couldn't hang on as long as she thought she'd be able to, her body shuddering at an intense shooting of pleasure. Her back arched and pressed herself closer to him, her hips moving to push his fingers in deeper and the her movement stalled as the came. She broke away from the kiss on accident, letting out a cry, though she quickly stopped herself by biting her lip and placing her arm over her mouth. Her eyes squeezed shut as an incredible wave of pleasure hit, and her juices ran out around his fingers. Her body slackened and she began heavily panting, though she couldn't relax for fear his parents had heard her.
Ayaki would normally be delighted to hear her cry, though the sound made his entire body freeze in worry his parents may hear. It was hard to register such a thing at the pulsations around his fingers stirred his insides with excitement. He slowly pulled his fingers out after a moment of no attention from his parents. They were safe... most likely. He let out a relieved sigh, moving to kiss her forehead gently. He then became aware of her juices dripping on his hand... He already knew what she tasted like, but he couldn't resist the chance to try it out again. He greedily licked his own fingers clean, his stomach warmed by the action.
Yoshiko relaxed after hearing no noises from downstairs. She guessed with the shut door and TV on, her cries weren't as obvious as they would be in a quiet house. She let out another soft, quieter moan as he pulled out of her slowly, the feeling of his fingers being removed felt strange, but she welcomed it. It sent shivers up her spine. She smiled at the kiss to her forehead, opening her eyes just in time to see him clean his hand with his tongue. It lit a fire in her stomach that he liked her taste. She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought him closer so she could nuzzle her flushed face against his chest, giving a content sigh afterword. Now that both had came, it was extremely tempting to entangle into each other and sleep, but that was much too risky, especially considering Ayaki would probably be called for dinner. It was a shame they could just pass out against each other, but she was thankful for the time they had spent together today.
Ayaki settled against her, shutting his eyes peacefully. He really could just fall asleep then and there, though that would ultimately lead them to getting caught. He only forced himself to untangle when his mom began yelling up for dinner. He kissed her lightly and headed downstairs to have an incredibly awkward dinner with his parents. When it was over, he grabbed a snack, saying it was for later. He wished he could do better for her, but taking up a plate of food was way too suspicious. The rest of the time was spent much more innocently, though once his parents filed upstairs to go to bed, he found himself unwilling to move or breath in fear of his parents noticing. He glanced at the clock. 11:15... they'd gone to bed about half an hour ago... the coast was most likely clear. "Okay, let's go," he whispered quietly to her as he opened the door as silently as he could manage.
Yoshiko eased out the door after he had opened it, feeling like she shouldn't even permit herself to breath. She was extremely nervous, especially at the stairs. The most intimidating, and worst enemy of sneaking around. She gulped quietly, moving down each step extremely carefully until she reached the bottom. Once her foot touched the floor, she had to give a mental sigh of relief. She turned to Ayaki with a smile, moving to kiss him. "See you tomorrow," she whispered against his ear so she could be as quiet as possible, going towards the door afterword. While stressful, her whole experience staying here had been extremely enjoyable. She unlocked the door and very carefully opened it, giving a small wave before leaving. She turned the handle as she shut it, to assure not even a clicking sound was heard. Once out, her body relaxed. They had gotten away with this... which made her pretty confident. She turned onto the sidewalk, going towards her home with a bright smile. She loved being with Ayaki...
