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A Hot Summer's Day
Chapter: 7
"Do you think I took things too fast?"
Takato looked up from Rika's back as they sat together in the tub, his hands pausing in washing her down. Blushing, he looked back down and resumed his work, a small smile drawing across his face.
"You mean 'we', don't you?" he asked, to which Rika snorted. His smile grew at that. "I mean, it takes two to tango in something like this, right?"
Rika closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of the washcloth and the touch of his hands as they moved across her skin, and she shifted, pushing back slightly against him, bumping her butt up against his revived erection. She felt his hands hesitate for a moment before resuming.
"Still… I did kind of…throw you into it, didn't I? It's only been a couple days since we became a couple and…here we are."
She blushed, remembering the feel of his tongue on her clitoris as he buried his face between her legs, and instinctively her hands went to her stomach, where his sperm had spilled on her.
We went from accidental sneak peaks to straight up getting each other off, she thought, her heart clenching in worry. In two days! Are we going to fast?
She felt Takato lean forward and lean his chin upon her shoulder, and a second later his lips brushed her cheek.
"Maybe we should slow things down a little," he suggested. "I mean, if you're worried about it…" She felt his smile grow against her, and she couldn't help but smile in return. "Besides," he continued, "it's not like we have to do stuff like this all the time you know."
Rika chuckled and turned, kissing him in turn on his lips. "Listen to you, trying to make sense for once." She shifted again, feeling his erection slip between the crevice of her butt. "Especially with this little guy down there. Shouldn't he be controlling your every thought?"
Takato cocked an eyebrow at her and grinned. "Um… Me see girl?" he began uncertainly in a joking tone, lowering the tone of his voice to give the impression he was a caveman. "Girl is pretty? Me like girl?"
"Okay, stop," Rika laughed, bumping his head slightly with hers. "That's not even a good impression."
"You sure?" Takato asked, continuing to grin. "I'm sure I can throw you over my shoulder or something and find a tree to swing from."
Rika stuck her tongue out at him childishly. "I'd like to see you try," she replied playfully. Takato rubbed the back of his head, blushing.
"You'd kick my butt though."
"Nah." Leaning closer, she kissed him again. "That butt is too cute to hurt. But don't think I won't do something to you if you tried to be that crazy."
She felt Takato's fingers cautiously brush up against the corner of her left breast before retreating, apparently still nervous about crossing this boundary despite their earlier activities. Rika scowled at that.
I've still got to work on him… she mused. Still, she had to admit that today he did well in spite of his anxieties. Surprised her even, and that was progress.
"Like…Like what?" he asked, returning her mind to the present. Grinning wickedly now, Rika wriggled her butt slightly against him, causing Takato's fingers to stiffen on her as a shudder passed through him. In spite of blowing his stack earlier, it seemed he recovered more than sufficiently now.
"I'll leave that to your imagination," she said sultrily, causing Takato's eyes to bulge in their sockets as he flushed ferociously. Rika glanced away.
"But…yeah… Maybe we should…take it a little bit easy for a while. I…" She looked back at him, her expression serious. "I don't want to screw this up. I really like you, Takato. I like you a lot."
Takato smiled at her, his mind suddenly feeling as though it were going haywire at this confession, but with an effort he fought through it and wrapped his arms around her, hugging her close, all the while trying to ignore the throbbing of his erection trapped between the two of them.
"I like you too, Rika," he whispered. Clasping one hand over his, Rika nuzzled him before pushing back against him one more time, earning her a short, but sharp gasp.
"So…" she teased. "Anything you want to do before we slow things down?"
Takato flushed again, his hardness flexing in the throes of pre-orgasm against her rear-end. It was tempting…so very tempting to say yes to that one.
His hand trailed down, squeezing her rump.
"There…There is one thing I'd like to try again," he admitted. "That thing I did earlier to you? With my tongue?"
Rika nodded, blushing lightly herself. "You want…to do…that?" It wasn't what she expected.
"Yeah."
Takato… You have got to be the most self-sacrificing Gogglehead I know, Rika blushed again, feeling him throbbing against her. Taking hold of the edge of the tub, she lifted herself up out of the water, streams of it running down her body in small rivulets.
"Okay. If you're sure."
Taking hold of Takato by the hand, she stepped out of the tub and led him down to the floor. Her heart banging in her chest, she lay herself down and spread her legs apart.
"Okay," she said, hiding the nervousness and eagerness she felt inside her. "Whenever you're ready."
Smiling, Takato knelt down between her legs and placed his hands on the hair surrounding her clitoris. Her lips were still swollen and red from earlier, and as he drew near he felt the muscles within tremble in anticipation. Pausing at the threshold, he looked back up at Rika.
"You'll let me know if you like what I'm doing, right?"
Feeling his breath upon her skin, Rika nodded wordlessly, her heartbeat only going up in intensity. There he was, between her legs while his warm eyes met hers. That small fire she thought burnt out rekindled, and as she watched him lean forward, her breath hitched in the back of her throat when she felt his tongue press against her clitoral hood, sliding along its length once more. Reflexively, she shoved her hips into his mouth and her fingers curling into her palms.
"Easy… I'm still…still sensitive…down there…" she groaned, clenching her teeth together as he swept over her labia. "I'm…"
Oh kami… He's going to do it to me again… she thought, feeling him beginning to open her up as he pulled taught against her rear end.
She felt his tongue wash over her lower lips, experimenting with different methods, swirling and licking, prodding at her entrance until he turned his attention back to her clitoris. As he suckled on it, Rika felt her eyes roll into the back of her head, her thoughts tattering completely now. She arched her hips as she felt another wave of passion – this time greater than the first – rise within her, and upon its crashing, she thrust against him once more.
Takato held her aloft as she bucked her hips against him, shaking and quivering in his grasp until, finally, her legs slumped, releasing their tension. Lowering her gently back down, Takato crawled over her and lay himself down by her side, blushing brightly.
"Was that good?" he asked bashfully. Turning toward him, she smiled exhaustedly and touched his face.
"You're spoiling me," she replied, turning over onto her side so she could face him more fully. Takato beamed at her compliment.
"Well… You deserve to be spoiled."
"You're such a dork," she sighed happily, tracing her hand down from his face, to his chest and then, finally to his penis, the head emerging from its sheath at her touch. She stroked it gently, amazed that it could feel so hard in her touch. She gazed down at it, feeling it pulse in her in her hand.
I don't want to be the only one who feels good here, she thought, her eyes moving from the warm rod and up to Takato's eyes before narrowing slightly. And I won't let him beat me at this either.
Struck by sudden inspiration, she rolled him over onto his back and climbed onto his legs, perching his member directly in front of her red-hair covered pearl. Looking into his surprised eyes, she smirked at him.
"Watch," was all she said, her hand clasping around him. Her hand slowly began to rise, her palm swallowing the mushroom-shaped head before lowering…slowly, her skin caressing every inch of the sensitive tip, noticing how he reacted to the motion around it in particular, his waist rising ever so slightly against her to heighten the sensation. He closed his eyes, his chest rising up and down at a faster pace, and she knew he was attempting to control himself, preferring to not make another mess of her again.
We'll see about that, Gogglehead, she thought mischievously.
Deciding to experiment a little to test his sensitivity, she raised her thumb and brushed up against the hole at the tip, massaging around it gently.
Takato gasped at her ministrations and she grinned. Pushing the boy back against her flat, toned stomach, she ground him against her.
It wasn't long after that she came away feeling she had claimed a victory.
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Rumiko returned home, wiping an arm over her forehead, shopping bags packed full of ice cream bouncing against her side as she passed through the gate.
"This was a bad idea," she murmured exhaustedly, stepping into the yard, picking up her pace so as to get out of the sun as quickly as possible. In spite of the large hat that she wore, it did little to defend against the oppressive sunlight that just seemed to hit the city like a heavy hammer.
"Hey! Rika's mom is home!"
Pausing in her stride, she turned to find Guilmon once again splashing about in the pool while Renamon rose to her feet, garden hose in hand, her claw releasing the pressure on the trigger, ending the spray over the dinosaur, the water droplets causing a rainbow to appear briefly before vanishing.
"Hello, Ms. Nonaka," the kitsune bowed politely. "Welcome home."
"Hello Renamon," Rumiko smiled. "Managing to keep cool today?"
"A little bit," Renamon replied, a small smile crossing her muzzle. "I've been keeping Guilmon amused."
There was a sudden splash as Guilmon's powerful arms suddenly slapped at the water, sending it spraying at the kitsune, and Renamon disappeared from view, dodging it before reappearing, catching the hose before it could even touch the ground.
"Like so," she resumed, Guilmon moaning in defeat at his latest defeat. Rumiko chuckled at the scene.
"Glad to see you two are having fun," she said before glancing around. "Since you two are here, I take it Rika brought Takato home with her?"
"Yes," Renamon nodded. She paused, weighing her response. "Last I checked, they were inside together."
Rumiko pressed her lips together, thinking back to her wayward daughter's earlier behavior toward the boy and their interactions with each other. She couldn't help but be worried about them. With how much time they now spent together and the age they were at, the world just seemed to call for something more to happen between them.
Especially with how Rika plays with him… she thought, frowning slightly. She wasn't blind, even if she had her doubts about her own suspicions concerning Rika's feelings for Takato. She sometimes would catch her daughter teasing the boy in a way that went beyond simple friendly teasing. While it wasn't as though she were doing anything she considered indecent, she knew Rika was getting bolder as time went on, as if she were attempting to convey a message without using words.
It struck her as odd. She had always thought that if Rika were to admit to having feelings for anyone, especially Takato, she would simply grab them and drag them off somewhere for a quiet talk.
"I guess I'd better go say hi to them then," Rumiko said, waving at the two digimon. "Have fun you two."
"We will!" chirped Guilmon, this time attempting another splash with his large tail, only for Renamon to repeat her previous defense, effortlessly escaping the fur-soaking water. Upon her return, she snatched up the garden hose again and sprayed Guilmon in amusement.
"If it didn't work the last time," she began softly, glancing briefly in the direction of Rumiko as she entered the house, "what made you think it would work this time?"
"Ah…" Guilmon tilted his head at the vulpine digimon. "I…don't know? I'm just having fun."
Chuckling, Renamon spritzed him again, causing Guilmon to laugh at her abnormally childish display.
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"Ow! Rika, not so hard!"
"Tough, Gogglehead. I never said I was going to take it easy on you, so you'd better get ready because you're going to give me what I want. And right now what I want is…" A grunt and a low, repetitious series of thumps. "Yes! There!"
Rumiko felt alarms going off inside her head at the sound of the two teenagers as they went back and forth before Rika suddenly gave a loud cry, nearly causing Rumiko to trip on the floor as she hurried her pace, half-fearing what she was going to find. Bursting into the living room, she heard the crash of thunder and saw instead Takato rolling onto his back, groaning in defeat as, on the TV screen, Rika's fighter finished defeating his character. His eyes turned upward and widened briefly before he suddenly sat up, waving at the older woman.
"H-Hey Ms. Nonaka," he greeted politely, causing Rika to turn around and arch an eyebrow in surprise.
"Hey…Mom," she nodded, and for a moment Rumiko could have sworn that a brief discoloration crossed both of their faces before she dismissed it as a trick of the light. Rumiko nodded in return, feeling suddenly ashamed at the thoughts she just had concerning the two. Composing herself, she set her bags down and entered the living room.
"Hello," she greeted, noticing their wet hair before brushing it off as probably another dip in the pool. "No studying today?"
"Rika suggested we take a break," Takato explained, still smiling awkwardly. "So…yeah. Here we are. Taking a break."
"That's good," Rumiko smiled. "All work and no play would make you two very dull. Still…just make sure you don't neglect your studies. Fame and fortune waits for no one after all." Rumiko glanced over at Rika. "Did the two of you have a good time exercising?"
Rika nodded, setting her controller down. It seemed that her mother didn't intend to leave them alone, so she might as well play catchup.
"Yeah, though Takato needs to learn a thing or two about keeping his feet under him."
Takato blushed as he sat back up. "Hey! It's not my fault that I was trying to stop from falling over. You tripped me!"
"Doesn't change the fact that you always manage to go down like a domino," Rika chuckled, ruffling his still damp hair. "I forgive you for taking me down with you. Guess your clumsiness can be useful in a fight after all."
Rumiko considered the boy thoughtfully for a moment before looking back over at her daughter, seeing the soft smile that played on her face.
Even today, she doesn't smile nearly as much as she does when she's around him, except for Renamon.
She rolled the thought around in her mind for a minute. Come to think of it, Rika never said how she felt about him when I talked to her about her playing with him. Maybe she just needs a little more encouragement to be honest. Maybe something a little less related to school or training. Maybe something closer to…dating?
Yes. She rather liked that idea. She hoped she wasn't off her mark with regards to Rika's possible feelings for him, but it seemed to hit all the marks. After all, she didn't spend nearly as much time with any of her other friends, save perhaps for Jeri when she was in town.
"Takato?" she asked. "Would you like to stay for dinner tonight? I'd be happy to whip something together for you two."
Takato's eyebrows rose and his mouth opened to reply, only to hesitate and frown.
"Ah… Sorry. I've got to help my parents tonight. We're working more in the evenings until our air conditioning gets fixed."
"I see," Rumiko said regretfully. "Another time then. I'm sure my daughter would appreciate the company sometime after all. She's very fond of you."
Both teens blushed at her words and Takato chuckled nervously.
"S-She definitely has a funny way of showing it," he said, earning him a hard elbow from the fire-haired girl. "Ow!" he exclaimed with a laugh. "There, see?"
"Don't be mean, Rika," Rumiko shook a finger at her wayward daughter. "He does a lot for you after all."
At that, the crimson that stained their faces only increased in intensity, leaving Rumiko a bit amused, if a bit uncertain as to why.
"Oh!" she exclaimed suddenly, looking over at her bags with dawning horror. "The ice cream!"
"Huh?" Takato's eyebrows rose up as the woman rushed over to her groceries and snatched them up.
"I'll leave you two alone now!" she laughed, running into the kitchen to save whatever she could of their precious hot summer treat.
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The day wound down to its end, and soon enough, as the temperature cooled, Rika escorted Takato and Guilmon out of her yard. Coming to a halt just beyond the gate, Takato turned toward the girl and smiled.
"Well…" he began. "Today was…different. B-But in a good way! Uh…" He blushed, not at all sure how that sounded. "I mean…"
Raising her knuckles, Rika tapped them against his forehead and grinned.
"It was definitely good," she said, retracting her hand a pace before hesitating, and then placing it on the boy's shoulder. Takato looked at it in surprise for a second before turning up to Rika's blushing face. Their eyes met, and they stood there in silence for a moment longer before, finally, Rika drew close and brushed her lips against the side of his cheek. A less affectionate gesture on the outside, compared to what they had done before, but yet, for some reason, Takato got the strangest sensation that, behind the tenderness in her touch, it held more weight than any of their kisses to date.
"Rika…" he whispered to her answering smile.
"Don't get mushy on me, okay?" she said, caressing his arm before pulling back. "And see you tomorrow?"
Takato bobbed his head up and down enthusiastically. "Y-Yeah," he replied, blushing brightly. "Same time as always."
"Later then," Rika replied, inclining her head at him with a small smile before turning away. Takato did likewise, Guilmon following, sniffing the air.
"You smell better," the dinosaur noted, rubbing up against his partner. "I bet you and Rika had lots of fun with your game today!"
"I…Guilmon!" Takato stammered out, his blush returning violently. "It's…It's not… Well…" He scratched the side of his face uncertainly. It wasn't a game, but it definitely had been fun. "I guess…I just don't like to see it that way. It's… I don't know how to explain it. I guess…"
"You and Rika are in love, right?" Guilmon suggested, nuzzling him again. "I think that's all you need. I understand, even if a lot of it sounds confusing." Backing away a little, he tilted his head. "So…when do you and Rika start making mini-Takato's and mini-Rika's?"
"W-W-Whaaa…?!" Takato spluttered, further confusing Guilmon. "We… Wha…?"
"Did I get it wrong?" Guilmon asked. "Renamon and Terriermon have both talked to me about it, and Renamon's always been right before. Isn't what you and Rika did supposed to make mini-versions of you? Um… What do you call them? Oh! Babies?"
"I… We… It is!" Takato shook his head, hoping beyond all hope that no one was hearing this conversation, especially Renamon. He was sure she would laugh her head off if she were watching them. "I… It's just…" Takato shifted in his stride, looking embarrassed beyond all possibility. "We're…We're not ready for that and…"
His eyes widened, thinking about how he had cleaned her up with the spray wand and wiping her down with his hands…all this before he had gone exploring inside of her. He was suddenly afraid that he had made a terrible mistake, inconveniencing the girl he loved.
Typical Goggleheaded thing for me to do… I thought I was thorough too!
"Takato?" Guilmon asked in concern. "What's wrong? You look like you saw a Bakemon."
"Oh…" Takato's expression sobered immediately. "Just…worried that maybe I messed up with Rika back there. Guilmon… Having a baby is… It's a big responsibility. Just like how we take care of each other and the whole world is a big responsibility. It's… It's a world just on its own."
Sensing his partner's nerves and knowing how the boy of late often felt his confidence shaken by the changes from his body – just as he had before believed himself unworthy of Rika's love – he pressed himself against his leg, smiling.
"You'll be okay, Takato. Look at me! I came out okay, right? And you'll have me, Renamon and Rika there too. We'll all be together. We're stronger that way."
Takato smiled, though it didn't touch his eyes.
"I know boy," he said, patting Guilmon on the head. "I just… I feel responsible, and…I want to take care of Rika…even if she hates it when I do that sometimes. If something were to happen to her…I don't think I could forgive myself." His eyes softened, thinking of her smile – that beautiful smile of hers that was so rare a sight.
With sudden determination, he drew his hands into fists. "I've got to do right by her. I don't know what'll happen, but…I've got to be more careful in the future until she…she's ready for…that."
He touched his wallet and took it out, counting the yen inside. "Before we get home, I should pick up some…some condoms. We promised to let things cool off a little but… Just in case…"
Thoughts of what he and Rika would have to do to have children suddenly sprang forth to mind and once again he felt himself stir inside his pants. The sleeper had awoken once again.
Guilmon didn't understand half of what Takato was talking about, or why condoms were important, but that smell was rising off him again, and suddenly the boy stopped in midstride, staring downward.
"Come on!" he said to the seemingly empty air around his legs. "Haven't you had enough for one day?"
"Takato?" Guilmon asked, perplexed by this sudden behavior. "Who are you talking to?"
"My other head," Takato groaned, causing no end to the confusion in Guilmon's mind as he imagined a smaller version of Takato's face hovering between his legs.
"But…isn't that where your…?"
"Guilmon!" Takato exclaimed, blushing even harder than before.
This puberty thing is rough, Guilmon thought for the thousandth time before opting to drop the subject altogether.
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Rumiko watched her daughter as she returned up the path, a pleasant smile on her face. There was no wondering about it either, as she caught the two in their quick exchange before parting. Rumiko felt herself swell with pride while simultaneously wanting to giggle like a school girl and pester her for all the details. Takato and Rika were an item now, but the how and the why remained a mystery; something she couldn't stand as this was her daughter after all. She could forgive keeping this a secret, but not the juicy details.
She's humming to herself, she thought with quiet amazement as Rika entered the house. It was a low song, and beautiful. Rika always had a wonderful singing voice, even if she hated singing. She rarely did it too, and on the rare occasion she did, it usually meant she was happy enough to forget that dislike.
She almost felt jealous of Takato, for making her so happy.
"So how long has it been?" she asked with a sly grin, causing Rika to jump in surprise before her guard returned, albeit sloppily as the crimson of her face told all.
"H-How long has what been?"
"You and Takato," Rumiko said simply, continuing to smirk at her. "I saw you kiss him. So… How long have you been keeping this a secret from me?"
Rika relaxed visibly and rolled her eyes.
"A couple days," she said, storming past her and toward the kitchen, feeling a sudden need to drink something. "We just…kind of fell into it. No big deal."
"No big deal?" Rumiko barked a laugh at that. "Rika, sweetie; I know it might not seem like a big deal to you, but I'm your mother. This is a very big deal to me. Ohhh… My baby girl is growing up!"
Rika harrumphed, entering the kitchen and stealing over to the cabinets. Taking out a glass she then went over to the fridge and took out the milk.
"Am I going to get this treatment every time I do something for the first time?"
"I'm your mother, so yes," Rumiko beamed. "These things are important to me after all. Don't ruin this for me." Sighing, she leaned against the counter. "Someday you'll understand. Maybe when you have a family of your own…well, if you do, but I can hope to have grandkids to spoil while you're out saving the world. Those firsts are precious Rika." She looked at her daughter in quiet remembrance. "I missed some of those firsts after all. Your first tooth… Your first word…"
Rika raised her glass to her lips and paused, thinking about what her mother would say if she knew about the firsts that happened today before taking a sip. Setting the glass on the counter, she looked down at her belly, pressing one foot into the tiled floor.
Family, huh? she thought, resisting the urge to place a hand on her stomach where Takato's sperm had twice spilled on her earlier at her urging. She dug the toe of her foot onto the floor, flushing a little.
That was a first she wasn't going to be telling her mother about anytime soon.
"Rika?" Rumiko asked, disquieted by her sudden lapse into silence. "Is everything all right? Did I say something wrong?"
"No," she shook her head. "I just… What you said about firsts and everything…" She blushed a little harder. "Mom? A couple days ago… You asked if we were using protection. I guess…" Another pause and she shifted from one foot to the other uneasily. "Well… I thought…you know…just in case…"
Rumiko smiled, guessing what her daughter was getting at. So it seemed that she was seriously considering taking that next step in their relationship, or at least viewing it as a very real possibility. She had tried to get Rika on the pill before, but as sex tended to be far from her thoughts and she found the routine annoying, they ended up forgotten and eventually in the wastebasket.
Now that's all changed, she thought.
"Come with me," she said, indicating the bathroom while Rika breathed a sigh of relief.
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