Chapter Eight: Start
Mamoru wrapped his fingers around the doorknob and paused, looking over his shoulder at Usagi. "I apologize for the mess in advance. It's laundry day but I didn't get around to it after you texted me last night." Her expression clearly said "it can't be that bad", but as soon as Mamoru pushed the door open he cringed upon hearing her gasp of disbelief.
"This is terrible," Usagi gravely remarked. It appeared as though his entire wardrobe had been emptied into the apartment. She couldn't help but wonder if Mamoru had really gone to such lengths in choosing an outfit for their meeting today which, although he did look very nice, turned out to be a wasted effort since he was now thoroughly drenched.
Mamoru faced her sheepishly. "I promise it's not usually this bad! I'll have everything put away by the time you get out of the shower." Usagi raised an eyebrow. "I mean, I just assumed… You might catch a cold otherwise." He hid a blush by rifling through piles of clothes, pausing to sniff certain garments. "Here's a clean towel, and some sweatpants that don't fit me, and… oh, this shirt's fine." Usagi giggled as she accepted the bundle. "The shower's through there. Just leave your stuff on the floor and I'll add it to the washer."
"Alrighty," she said, pushing past the curtain. The bathroom redeemed Mamoru as it was impeccably clean and well-organized. It took Usagi a minute to figure out the shower controls, then she gave the drape a nervous glance, thinking the fabric looked slightly transparent. 'Would I even mind if he saw me naked?' The thought made her flush from head to toe. She stripped off her damp clothes and stepped into the cascade of hot water, closing the glass door. Not a minute later Mamoru's hand appeared beneath the curtain to retrieve her garments, the sight making her stifle a laugh; it reminded her of a cat stealthily reaching for something. She took the liberty of using the tiniest amount of his conditioner so her hair wouldn't dry frizzy, then she toweled off and got dressed in the borrowed clothes. "I'm done!" she announced, reentering the living area.
Mamoru spread his arms. "How does it look now?"
"Much better," she answered. The space was laid out like most small Japanese apartments, except Mamoru had a large four-post bed instead of a simple futon pushed up against the back wall. Opposite her was the kitchenette, the laundry alcove, and a coat closet. The rest of the room was occupied by a beanbag chair, a low table with mismatched cushions, and a TV on a stand. Mamoru had added more storage space by affixing shelves near the ceiling. Usagi stood on her tiptoes to examine the contents on the one above the bed, discovering ribbons, trophies, and faded photographs. "Are these of you as a kid?"
"Yeah, that's all from my kart racing days." He came over to take down a particular picture. "Here's Zen and I at age ten."
"Aww, you guys were so cute!" Zen scowled at the camera while Mamoru beamed, showing off a missing tooth. "You're still pretty cute, you know," Usagi stated, smirking a little as the boy mussed his hair and tried not to break into an idiot grin.
"I'm going to hop in the shower too, so feel free to watch TV." Mamoru gave her the remote and watched Usagi situate herself cross-legged on the floor, staring just a moment too long. 'There's a girl in my apartment,' it dawned on him. 'There's a girl I really like in my apartment.' He retreated to the bathroom and quickly undressed, dowsing himself with tepid water in an attempt to clear his thoughts. 'Oh god, what have I done? We're stuck waiting out the storm together! And if she's flirting with me that means she likes me, right? So I should let her know that I like her too.' Mamoru turned up the heat to wash away the sweat that had broken out over his whole body. 'But what if she expects something romantic to happen?' The notion was polarizing, both chilling and thrilling. Mamoru knew it wasn't fair to assume Usagi had the same unpleasant interests as his ex, but the fear was ingrained upon him.
The sound of spritely laughter filling the apartment helped put him at ease while he redressed. Mamoru sank into the beanbag and soon discovered that watching TV with Usagi was an interactive experience. She acted as if she were on the game show herself and made dramatic exclamations every time she got a question wrong. Once it ended she surrendered the remote for Mamoru to tune into the weather station. "Looks like it'll be stormy all week," he said. "Will you be okay getting to work?"
"Sure, I have rain boots and an umbrella." Usagi bit her lip. "I'm more concerned about getting home in the dark."
Mamoru waved it off. "The truck will be fixed tomorrow. It's no chariot but it'll keep you warm and safe from Mother Nature." Her relieved smile made him smile in turn, then she bashfully looked away.
"Thanks for helping me get the job, Mamo-chan. I'm sure my parents will be really surprised that I found one so soon. But they're right about me needing to earn my own money– I can't rely on allowance forever! Not when Minako keeps showing me pretty designer things I wanna buy." He laughed at the way she blamed the blonde for a lack of restraint when it came to shopping. Usagi faced him fully. "If Zen is basically your brother, how come you don't live with him and his dad any more?"
The query briefly stunned Mamoru. "I, uh… well, there are a couple reasons." Usagi appeared more than prepared to hear them. "I moved in last year to be closer to Kyo. We wanted to be absolutely ready for the NGT junior championship so we trained hard, loading up the cars and heading to Nishioka Speedway every single day after school let out. It just became more convenient for me to be here than Koto." His countenance dimmed slightly. "I also wanted to get out from under Koji's thumb. He just… he pushed too hard sometimes. It's disheartening to hear that you should have done better after you tried your best. First place is never guaranteed no matter how much you practiced or how skilled you are."
"But you go into each race with the intent to win, right?"
He shrugged. "Of course, but so does every other driver. They all want that gold cup, too."
"Is anything in life guaranteed?" Usagi mused.
"Death and taxes or so they say," Mamoru chuckled. He went to the kitchen to see about the snack situation, tossing Usagi a box of her favorite strawberry pocky and a can of sparkling apple juice. "Want to play something?" he offered. She noticed an Uno pack sticking out from beneath the beanbag chair. Mamoru looked from it to her bright expression a few times, debating whether or not on telling her that physical altercations arose every time he played Uno. But since it was only her, not Kyo or any of the mechanics, he'd probably come out unscathed.
Usagi watched him shuffle the cards in fascination since she'd never seen such a method before. "Mamo-chan, are you… ambidextrous?"
"I am, thank you for noticing. You?" She only held up her left hand. "Being a lefty is pretty uncommon, too." With that he dealt their cards, the tension on either side of the table growing palpable. He quickly discovered that Usagi was absolutely remorseless, throwing face cards at whim so that he ended up with twenty in his hand by the end of the first round. One look at the smug little grin on her face and Mamoru decided he'd never go easy on her again regardless of what they played. Games were to Usagi as races were to him; she went into all of them, no matter how trivial, with the intention of winning.
"I'll make you a deal, Mamo-chan…" Usagi peered over her fanned cards at him, still smirking after her fourth consecutive victory. "If you win this round we can play a different game of your choice, anything you want. And whoever loses that game has to play fifty-two card pick-up and buy snacks for the winner tomorrow."
"What if I lose this round?" he returned, trying and failing to look upset.
"Then I'll pick a different game and the same outcome still applies. I'm really good at Spoons, just so you know." Following that she served him a draw-two. He would have been miffed had he not received two face cards, and held on to them until Usagi got down to one card. First he attacked with a draw-four, making her grumble and complain, then he played a skip and his final card which elicited an indignant gasp.
"The next game will not be Spoons," Mamoru triumphantly declared while stowing the Uno cards. He transferred their laundry from the washer to the dryer before fetching a traditional deck. "I choose Rummy. Do you know how to play?"
"Seven cards in a hand with a run and a book?" Usagi smiled innocently and cracked her knuckles. Once again the boy's magician-esque shuffle intrigued her, but then she got down to Serious Business, focusing on a straight of hearts first. One number kept eluding her so after a few turns she assumed Mamoru had it and switched to spades, except then she drew it and gritted her teeth in annoyance. Her opponent didn't comment, maintaining his poker face since he only needed one card to finish his hand. And when Usagi discarded it, he simply laid everything down before her. "Nooo…" she softly wailed, burying her face in her arms. "I thought for sure you wouldn't beat me."
"A deal's a deal, Usako." Mamoru gathered the deck before throwing it into the air, laughing as cards fluttered all over the place. "You have to bring me food tomorrow. There's a little restaurant down the hill that sells the best pork buns. I can eat three."
Usagi griped but began hunting down the cards as Mamoru withdrew their clothes from the dryer and sorted them. He faltered upon discovering a white bra with a little rose in the center, immediately wondering if it matched her underwear. And then he felt guilty for thinking such a thing, and even guiltier for picturing Usagi in just her undergarments instead of the unfitted clothes she currently wore. He glanced over his shoulder as she stood on tiptoe to pluck an ace off the shelf above his bed, feelings both foreign and familiar stirring within him. Attraction wasn't even at the forefront, somewhere behind the comfort he received at seeing Usagi in his apartment, like she belonged here with him. Like they should spend every stormy day inside together, passing time with silly games.
"Mamo-chan!" Usagi called, snapping the boy out of his reverie, "There's a card behind your bed that I just… can't… reach!" She was squashed beneath the windowsill with her arm shoved between the wall and the bed.
"How'd it get back there?" he asked, tugging on the footboard to make a gap. Usagi almost fell into it.
"Well, it was on the edge of your comforter…" Her face disappeared as she dove into the space. "Then it fell down when I climbed up. Your bed is way too tall!" Mamoru heard most of the explanation since he became a bit preoccupied by her heart-shaped posterior. Usagi's grunts and groans finally prompted him to pull her back up where she instantly noticed his flushed cheeks. "You were staring at my butt, weren't you?"
"I would never do such a thing," he solemnly replied. She only narrowed her eyes as a playful smile tugged at her lips. With all the cards put away she grabbed her warm clothes and flounced into the bathroom.
"So you have some umbrellas we can use this time, right?" Mamoru blinked at the curtain. "Or maybe just one I could borrow? You don't have to go with me to the train station."
His brain finally caught up. "Ah… of course I do. I said I'd pay your fare, and I know the best walking route to take. Just give me a second to change."
Usagi lingered in the bathroom until after she heard a jeans zipper, then she made to leave. Mamoru's upper body remained unclothed, enabling her to see myriad scars crisscrossing his back. She gasped and covered her mouth with one hand as he rotated in surprise, a shameful look claiming his countenance while he pulled his shirt down. "What happened, Mamo-chan? Did you get those from a crash or something?"
"I wish," he replied with a self-deprecating laugh. He didn't elaborate so Usagi trailed him down to the lounge in silence where he grabbed two umbrellas. They exited to the southwest, navigating a perilous maze of muddy wash-out, flooded ditches, and veritable rivers at every cross street. Mamoru always stopped to help her over them, no trace of anger in his strong grip. He finally spoke when they began following signs to a train station in the next neighborhood. "I wish I could say I got those scars from an epic crash, but I didn't. They're from my ex-girlfriend." Usagi's brow furrowed in concern while he stayed stoic. "Her name is Kimi. We both went to Kougei but she's a year older than me so she already graduated. I met her at orientation and we started dating a few days after. We broke up last year on my birthday."
"That sounds… rough," Usagi muttered. What the heck else was she supposed to say?
"Yeah, it was rough, but I only understood why after talking to a therapist. When I was actually with Kimi I didn't think there was anything wrong with her behavior." Mamoru exuded a sigh. "The scars are from being whipped… it was her fetish." Usagi's eyes widened at that. "I wasn't comfortable with it at all but I let Kimi do it since she was older than me and I thought I owed her because she was a popular, pretty girl who had chosen me to be her boyfriend. And she validated me… I needed that more than anything since Koji kept saying my best wasn't good enough and Zen didn't care at all. Kimi realized I'd let her do anything if she acted like my biggest fan. And she was right, and I still feel pathetic even though my therapist said she's a sociopath who manipulated me."
Usagi reached up with the intention of giving his shoulder a gentle pat, but she gripped his jacket sleeve instead. The image of some crazy girl whipping innocent sixteen year-old Mamoru with enough force to draw blood and telling him she needed to do so because she found it sexually satisfying infuriated her, to say the least. "I'm sorry you were in a relationship like that, Mamo-chan. It makes me so mad to think that Kimi is out there living her life believing she did nothing wrong. She left you with marks that will always remind you of how… selfish she was." Mamoru couldn't help but smile at the righteous indignation in her tone. "Thanks for sharing that, by the way," she quietly went on. "If you told me you didn't want to talk about your scars I wouldn't have asked again."
"Well that's what friends do, isn't it?" he asked, viewing her sidelong. "They talk about the ugly stuff. They're supposed to know everything about each other." Usagi hummed thoughtfully, then Mamoru steeled himself by squaring his shoulders and taking a deep breath. "There's another reason I told you about Kimi." They stopped simultaneously so she could face him, head tilted, and he fell back on the nervous habit of mussing his hair. "I really like you, but I totally understand if you don't feel the same. After all, I'm the guy who almost ran you over with his car. I just figured that if, um, on the off-chance you like me too, uhh… I'd want to take things slow in a relationship, if that's something you've ever even considered…"
Usagi said nothing, searching his expression as he grew more and more embarrassed by the second. Eventually her lips parted. "I haven't told anyone this, not even my friends– I've had a crush on you since meeting you at the hospital, before I even knew your name. Isn't that silly?" Her eyes fell to his chest. "I'd love to go out with you. I never brought it up because I assumed you wouldn't have time for me, not with your racing career."
Mamoru nodded at her valid point. "It's true that once the season begins in March I'll be going nonstop until July, but until then I'll give you all the time in the world." He inched closer, found her cold hand and laced their fingers. "You're an amazing girl, Usagi. I feel like my entire life lit up when I met you. I know we can shine even brighter together."
"…That's the most romantic thing anyone has ever said to me, Mamo-chan." She looked up at him, face flushing beneath his reverent gaze. It was so obvious he adored her, thought the world of her, and if she hadn't already fallen in love with him at first sight four months ago this definitely would have been the Cupid moment. It occurred to Usagi that they were standing in the middle of the road making heart eyes at each other when she had a train to catch. "Let's go, Mamo-chan! My parents will be so mad if I'm late for dinner!"
They ran the rest of the way to the station, breathless from laughing so hard and a bit more rain-soaked than they wanted to be. Mamoru bought Usagi's ticket and they waited on the platform together, hands still clasped. The train arrived and Usagi bit her lip, positive it was too soon to kiss him since he wanted their relationship to proceed slowly. Mamoru gave her hand a kiss instead and stepped back so she could board. "See you tomorrow, Usako," he said, a sly little grin twisting his lips. "Don't forget the pork buns."
"How rude!" Usagi shouted across the way, "I'm your girlfriend now, not your errand girl!"
"Right, that means I have to make it up to you! How does dinner next Saturday sound?"
"Perfect!" she grinned, waving as the doors closed and the train pulled away. She could hardly sit still thanks to the butterflies that had broken out of her stomach and danced throughout her whole body. Once home she kicked off her shoes, hung up her jacket, and left Mamoru's umbrella by the door before practically floating into the kitchen.
"You're radiant, and you were gone all day," Ikuko remarked. "Did you find a job?"
"Yes, and also something even better!" Usagi waited until her mother, father and brother all stared at her expectantly. "I have a boyfriend!" she announced, "I'm dating Chiba Mamoru!"
Ikuko and Kenji were about to question her when Shingo let out a whoop and hugged his sister, something he had never done before. They shared the same look of confusion as their children jumped around cheering together.
Meet me in Harajuku was the text message Kyo awoke to on Sunday morning at the beginning of October. He stared at his phone blankly until remembering he had a date with Minako, then he began firing on all cylinders. He showered, shaved, brushed his teeth, got dressed and was out the door in twenty minutes. He took note of the overcast sky and asked Souta if he could borrow his Impreza hatchback since it was more inclement-weather-friendly than the Lotus. Once in Harajuku he found a parking garage and stopped at an ATM to fill his wallet with cash before finally asking Minako where she was. Laforet she answered.
That was a few blocks from his current location. Kyo groaned but made the trek anyway since he was dying to see her. One of the downsides to dating a girl four years younger than him (soon to be three when her birthday rolled around) was that she still had to deal with school. He didn't consider that a negative thing since education was important, but her studies made it rather difficult to coordinate time together. It seemed like weekends would offer their only chances for intimacy, and after what had transpired following the Urban Action finale he wanted nothing more than to be alone with her for an extended period of time.
"Kyosuke!" Minako called, running toward him from farther down the sidewalk. He lifted a hand in greeting while ignoring the curious glances he received. There were many interesting people hanging out in Harajuku, lots of loli girls and goth guys. Kyo felt very out of place among them in his simple hoodie and jeans until he saw that Mina had dressed casually in a sweater, miniskirt, colored leggings and ankle boots, and the long braid draped over her shoulder was secured with a red bow. She didn't regard him as admiringly, judging his outfit with evident disdain. "Oh honey, I can't be seen in public with you looking like this."
Kyo glanced down at himself. "These are the only kinds of clothes I own." She actually winced at that statement.
"I was planning on hanging out at the arcade but now I desperately need to give you a makeover. Come on." She grabbed his hand and led him into the shopping complex. Kyo remained mostly silent as she breezed through a men's shop pulling garments seemingly at random off racks and shelves, assembling some outfits in the changing room. He probably thought she was crazy but really there was a method to the madness; most guys tended to throw on any old thing without considering their figure. Kyo had a mesomorphic body type and long limbs, so he needed clothes with longer proportions that weren't form-fitting. Higher-end stores tended to carry American and European brands that accommodated such builds.
Minako bought the first round of outfits but couldn't cover the more expensive footwear and coats he would need, though she had enough money left over for some accessories. After zipping up a pieced hoodie Kyo noticed her staring at him. "What, is something on me?" He turned all around but didn't see anything in the dressing area mirrors.
She gently took hold of his jaw, turning his head from side to side. "You have pierced ears," she said in awe, "I didn't even notice." Two on the left and three on the right, all filled with simple stainless steel studs save the empty cartilage piercing. "You would look sexy with a chain."
"You think so?" Kyo couldn't help but grin at the realization that Mina was definitely into him as much as he'd been into her since the moment she approached him at the Hikawa Shrine.
She nodded and searched his eyes for a moment, then gave him a light kiss. "I know so. I'll get you one on our way out." Kyo simply smiled. This whole having-a-girlfriend thing wasn't nearly as bad as his high school buddies had claimed. Maybe most guys complained when girls wanted to give them makeovers but Kyo was perfectly content to let Minako fawn over him. He didn't even mind that she was changing his aesthetic to suit herself.
Eventually, after the couple was literally too laden with shopping bags to carry any more, they headed down to street level where Minako gasped at the torrential downpour. "I didn't think it was going to rain!" she cried. "This sweater is cashmere– I don't want it getting soaked!"
"Stay here," Kyo said, "I'll go get the car."
"You'd better put on your new hat." She dug through one of the bags and placed it on his head, receiving a grin before he jogged off. The boy cleaned up nicely; it'd be fun to show him off to her followers. With his silver hair and gray eyes they might think she had seduced a high-fashion male model, not a future GT champion, although her selfies in the NSX might tip them off.
When Kyo returned in a Subaru he hurriedly helped fill the trunk, then they both laughed a little as they had to pull sopping bangs off their faces. "Where to?" he inquired.
"My place," Minako answered. "Hopefully the rain will let up and we can get ice cream at this little parlor near my house. I promise you've never had anything like it."
"That good, huh? I can't wait." He navigated through Shibuya and onto the same maze of back roads he'd taken last time, parking in front of the Aino's cheery yellow home. The silver sedan wasn't there which meant her parents were out, a fact that both annoyed and excited Minako. It bothered her because she wanted to introduce Kyo to them. Apparently it had to wait until another day or, preferably, when they returned from whatever new couple's activity Misaki had signed them up for. On the plus side, her parents being gone meant she and Kyo had the place all to themselves.
They ran into the house, ditched their shoes, and went upstairs to her room without any prelude whatsoever. "Whew, safe," Minako sighed as she emptied her bags to sort her purchases. "I hate the rain."
"I kinda like it," Kyo said, surveying her abode that felt like a miniature photo studio. "It's a free car wash."
She shook her head. "You're such a geek."
"A geek who managed to get to first base with you," he countered.
"I think that only happened because the booze banished your inhibitions."
"Heh, no…" Kyo scoffed, setting his hands on her hips from behind. "What happened in the car was all me. But in case you want to test me, I'm totally sober now." She rotated to face him, smiling as he embraced her fully. "Let's get you out of those wet clothes. You don't want to catch a fever, right?"
"I could ask the same of you," Minako coyly returned. This time Kyo initiated the kiss, a hard one that stole her breath away. Clearly the time for witty repartee was over. Her nimble fingers slipped beneath the hem of his hoodie to push it up and off him, then he immediately cupped both sides of her face, ravaging her lips. "Slow down, Kyosuke," she managed to speak. "You kiss me like you'll never have another chance."
"Well, you know…" He pulled back only slightly. "Tomorrow is never a guarantee. Live fast, die young, and leave a beautiful corpse."
"That's morbid," Minako chided. "There are so many things you'll never experience if you die young, like me." She crossed her arms behind his neck and stood on her tiptoes to press soft kisses along his jawline as his hands dropped down to her rear. Kyo seemed satisfied with the pace she set, gently entwining his tongue with hers and nibbling on her lips instead of biting them. He relaxed enough that she began inadvertently pushing him backwards, unaware that he retained plenty of spatial awareness until he lifted her by her seat, spun her around, and shoved her against the bedroom door, eliciting a yelp. "Don't do that," Mina said, genuinely chastising him. "There's a time and a place for man-handling. My room isn't it– too many fragile things."
"Mm, sorry," Kyo replied, putting her down and nuzzling the top of her head to cement his apology. He watched her with the intensity of a hawk as she sidestepped him, unzipping her skirt and removing her leggings before telling him to sit on the bed, and he held his breath as Mina straddled his lap. So much vied for his attention: her legs that were ridiculously soft to the touch, her firm, toned ass still obscured by silky panties, the way she kissed him that completely differed from before, the raw need unfurling in his gut and spreading to every extremity. He wanted more, wanted her, all of her right now, but he also wanted Mina to stay in control because if he took over things would end in mutual disappointment. To distract himself he directed his oral ministrations to her neck only to be blockaded by the cashmere sweater. He swiftly pushed it over her head, discovering a lacy bralette. He didn't know the garment was called that but it didn't really matter since he was more entranced by the way her breasts looked in it.
Minako followed suit by removing his t-shirt, making sure to appreciate the very attractive physique beneath. It was like a hands-on exhibit for both of them, fingers sliding and groping and occasionally clawing at treasures previously hidden beneath layers of clothing. Kyo nipped and sucked on her neck, eliciting breathy moans, and she drew similar noises out of him when she moved her lips to his ears, exploring the sensitive gaps between his studs. His groans grew more desperate as she pressed down on his erection. "Mina, that hurts…" Without a word she stood up to liberate him from his denim prison, and he fell back onto the comforter with a sigh of relief. His chest heaved, he tingled from head to toe, and even though it wasn't that late in the day Kyo thought he could see stars. He managed to gather his bearings enough to watch Mina take off her bralette, sitting upright and feeling his heartbeat increase drastically at the sight of her bare breasts. She returned astride him, basking in the sensation of his strong hands committing every curve to memory.
Kyo dotted kisses along her collarbone before descending to her chest. He didn't have any other breasts to compare hers to so he thought they were perfect. Perfectly soft, perfectly shaped, perfectly fitted in the palm of his hand while the other splayed across her back, holding her steady. Mina arched in his grip, pushed against the warm tongue sending shivers down her spine every time it flicked over her sensitive flesh. She hadn't expected Kyo to be so skilled with his mouth but he proved a natural talent, making her quiver and keen and grind against his erection as satisfied sounds emanated from deep in his throat. She felt the vibrations in his chest and let them flow through her, gather in the aching spot that light pressure did nothing to assuage. There were two layers of fabric between them and that was two layers too many.
Minako abruptly rose to her feet, bringing Kyo with her, and managed to prevent herself from tearing off his underwear. "Oh…" she breathed, cheeks flushed as she examined him, "You'll do very nicely, Kyosuke."
He grinned. "Thanks for making me feel like the king of the world, Mina." With that he went to his knees, finding his lips level with her navel, and he trailed kisses until arriving at her panties, which he gently removed. The temptation of delving between her thighs was very strong but he reasoned there would be plenty of opportunities to explore in the future, so he planted his chin on her pelvis and looked up. "Do we need protection?" he inquired.
Minako glanced down in surprise. "Oh god, I didn't even consider it. I'm on the pill but, I mean… two stones are better at taking out one bird." Kyo deduced the bird was a potential pregnancy and the two stones were different contraceptives. Fortunately he snagged a few condoms from Mamoru's stash the last time he'd been in his room; not like he'd used any in the last year. Kyo retrieved one from his jeans pocket while Minako regarded the weather and shuddered. "It looks really nasty out there," she remarked.
"Yeah, I'm glad we're inside together." Kyo rolled the condom on and sat at the end of the bed where the window overlooked. He could hardly see through the gray veil cloaking Azabu. A distant rumble of thunder made his hair stand on end, and he flinched when Minako's fingertips landed on his shoulder.
"Are you scared?" she asked, half teasing. "I promise I'll be gentle."
Kyo shook his head. "You can fuck me as hard as you want." She was dubious of his bravado. "Maybe not since this is my first time… But, you know, if we decide to do this again."
"If…" Minako stressed, pushing him onto his back. "Maybe next time we'll do something completely different. If you finish right away maybe there won't be a next time."
His expression utterly fell. "Don't say that. I want to be with you, Mina, not just have sex with you. I want to learn how to please you in every sense of the word."
"Ah…" She felt guilty for not having realized that Kyo was totally enamored with her. It sounded like he hoped to be in it for the long haul; if true that meant he could be conditioned to keep up with her in the physical intimacy department. Minako had crazy stamina thanks to her athletic endeavors, and most of her previous partners had only been focused on satisfying themselves. Kyo certainly had the right equipment to make an excellent lover but it would take a bit more time for her to see if he made a good boyfriend as well. "I'm sorry I doubted you. If you really want to please me, start by lying back and relaxing."
Kyo obeyed, taking a few deep breaths and sinking into the plush comforter. His carotid artery pulsed wildly as Mina crawled atop him to kiss the hollow of his throat, then she ghosted over his collar bones before descending to his chest. She could tell he worked out on a regular basis due to the shape of his muscles: square pectorals, a symmetrical set of eight abdominals, and hips that formed a definitive V-shape, a feature she really had a thing for. She kissed all of them, dragged her tongue along each channel and valley defining his body, earning increasingly-desperate groans for her efforts. Kyo lifted his head to find her staring at him, all hooded eyes and parted lips, angled like she was ready to pounce. She seemed primal at that moment, an ancient goddess about to descend upon an unwitting mortal. Beautiful.
Mina finally returned to his lips, giving him shallow kisses as she teased the head of his swollen cock. Kyo sucked in a breath when he sank into her. "Fucking hell, Mina. You're tighter than an over-torqued bolt."
The analogy made her giggle but since painful intercourse wasn't on the agenda she pulled Kyo upright; there was less of him inside her that way. "I'm sorry hon, blame the Kegels. I'll go slow…" She moved back along his shaft, his breath hitching. "…and steady. I don't want to hurt you." Minako distracted him with kisses, feeling him moan into her mouth as she teased his frenulum. She moved with absolute precision and eventually Kyo's hands stopped clinging to her shoulder blades, sliding down to her waist instead. His forehead dropped into the curve of her neck, breath cooling her sweaty skin while her fingers tangled in his shaggy hair.
"Mina…" Kyo panted, "You feel… so fucking good."
"So do you," she returned with a smile. Since most of the tension had left him she paused to push his upper body back so she could get a good grip on his shoulders before changing the angle of her hips and beginning a new rhythm. Kyo responded with an instant counter-rhythm, planting one hand on Mina's back and holding himself steady with the other. The most divine sounds he had ever heard greeted his ears, becoming more frequent as their pace quickened. His fingers clung to the divots in her lower back, pulling her forward as he plunged deeper inside her. A minute later Kyo had to support himself with both hands and summon the strength not to crumple in Mina's grip, her nails biting his skin while she rode his full length, caressing herself in all the right places.
Kyo attempted to brace himself when Mina's moans began to crescendo and her muscles contracted around him, but it was futile and a surge of pure pleasure tore through his whole body, lights blossoming behind his eyelids. He immediately fell back and Mina went with him, dead weight on his chest while her thighs trembled from all their hard work. They didn't move for a while, savoring the afterglow, heavy breath returning to normal and allowing them to hear the din of the rain outside. "Are you okay?" Minako asked. She was so quiet it took Kyo a moment to realize she'd even spoken.
"Better than okay," he replied, "I feel like I've… ascended or something." Mina laughed, pushed herself up with a groan, and carefully withdrew. Her legs still quaked as she gathered their clothes into two neat stacks. Kyo watched her move, thinking he had to be the luckiest guy in the world. "What now?" he wondered, voice slightly raspy.
"Now we take a shower and get dressed before my parents come home." She tossed a certain look over her shoulder. "You're welcome to join me."
Kyo righted himself, discarding the condom before tracing her steps to the bathroom across the hall. Once they were in the shower he marveled at his own virility when he felt himself getting hard again, but with one look at the gorgeous girl in his arms he knew this was simply how it would be from now on.
