Chapter 8
Keiko avoided Iruka's eyes during class. Every time he looked at her she would blush and couldn't think. That was not a good thing since she was still having problems with this class. At least she could ask the teacher later because he would be right there next to her. A pleased grin spread across her face with that thought. When class was over, she stayed in her seat as he came toward her.
"Are you okay?" he asked, reaching out to run his fingers through her hair.
"Don't do that. As much as I like you touching me, we're trying to hide this remember?" she reminded him, causing him to quickly pull his hand back.
"What are you going to do now?"
"Go home to do my job, clean house that kind of stuff. Then study. Want me to pick Naruto up from school?"
"That would be great."
"Iruka, I hope you were sure about me. I love that little boy, and I don't want some whim of yours about me to break his heart," she said pointedly, staring into his deep brown eyes.
"I'm sure, Keiko, or I wouldn't have said anything to begin with. Just calm down. Everything will work out," he assured her, taking her hand in his.
"What about Kakashi? What do we do about that problem? He always seems to be lurking somewhere," she murmured, shivering at the thought.
"I don't know," he said, his cheeks turning a bright pink color.
"I better go. See you later." She grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder, knocking herself right into his arms like she did the first day of class.
"You really should do something about that bag," he teased as he looked down at her in his arms. He kissed her briefly on the lips then stood her back up.
Keiko rather liked the book bag; it was what had started this whole thing.
"Mrs. Umino?" the teacher asked as she opened the car door for Naruto.
"No, ma'am, I'm his girlfriend, Keiko," she corrected her, reaching across him to shake the teacher's hand.
"I'm Mrs. Akihito. It's nice to meet you. We're having a class party on Friday, would you mind bringing something?" she asked with a hopeful look on her face.
"Of course. Do you need me to stay and help out?"
"Oh, would you? That would be wonderful!" Mrs. Akihito exclaimed with an expression of relief on her face. "Good –bye! See you Friday."
"So, Blondie, what do you want me to bring to your party?" Keiko asked as they drove home.
"It's a Valentine's Day party. Can you make heart shaped cookies?" he inquired, staring at her with the blue eyes she couldn't say no to.
"I can do that. Let's go find a heart shaped cookie cutter," she suggested, going toward the mall instead of home.
"Keiko, do you love me?" he asked.
"Yes. Yes, I do, sweetie."
"I love you too."
When they arrived at the house, Iruka was not home yet. There was a box propped against the door that Naruto picked up and shook it violently. Hopefully it wasn't anything breakable because if it was it would indeed by broken now. The package was addressed to her with a big forwarding sticker on the front her old address. She doubted it was anything important.
"Can I open this?" he asked, shaking it some more.
"Go ahead," Keiko said as she unloaded their supplies to bake the cookies later in the week.
"It's a book," he announced with obvious disappointment. "It's got a dirty picture on the front!"
"What?" She snatched the book out of his hand to look at the cover. It was in fact a half dressed couple in a very compromising position. Her eyes moved down to the author's name, a single word: Jiraiya. "Dammit!"
"Keiko!" Iruka exclaimed behind her, laughing when she jumped nearly a foot off the floor. "What's that?"
"A book," she replied, hurriedly flipping through it. She froze on the dedication page: To my beautiful muse, Keiko. "Dammit!" she repeated.
"Thanks, Captain Obvious. I can see that it's a book. Can I see it?" he asked, taking it from her when she wouldn't willingly hand it over. He stared at what she had been looking at.
"You?"
"Yes, me."
"I think I've got some reading to do tonight," he said, flipping through a few of the pages.
"Don't you dare!" she yelled, jumping for the book he held above his head. "That's not fair to the vertically challenged. You're mean as hell Iruka Umino."
"No. I'm just terribly curious. Inspired by you, huh? I can definitely see how you could inspire men to think things," he teased, winking at her.
"Hmph," she snorted.
"Grown-ups are weird. I'm going to play," Naruto grumbled, shaking his head.
"I've been waiting to do this all day," Iruka said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her into him.
Keiko sighed as his lips met hers for a kiss that conveyed the longing he had hinted at. She placed her hands on his waist as a deliciously warm feeling flowed from her head down to her toes. He was a great kisser.
"I want you with me tonight," he whispered against her lips, holding her close to him. She had slept in the pool house last night despite the declaration of their new relationship status. "I want you with me always."
Silly romantic fool. But he was her silly romantic fool.
"Be sure to tell me which parts of this were inspired directly by you," Iruka said as they were lying in bed together and about to begin reading the book.
Keiko laid her head on his chest after she nestled beside him while he held the book up for both of them to read. She cuddled into him feeling quite happy and cozy. She had never read one of Jiraiya's books so she was curious to say the least.
"Wow! This guy is even dirtier than I thought," she remarked after reading a few pages. "And no, none of that was from me."
"I've got to ask...how many other teachers have you slept with?" he asked abruptly, taking her by surprise. She thought for sure he had forgotten about that.
"Well…" she began slowly, choosing her words carefully. Her first teacher and, the first time she had sex, was her eleventh grade science teacher. He was fresh out of college, and it was his first year as a teacher. She would stay after class every day to ask questions and one day they got a little too carried away with a physiology lesson. It happened again the next year with her calculus teacher. There was a teacher her first year of college as well; she couldn't remember which class he taught.
"Have you ever had sex with a boy your age?" Iruka asked, interrupting her spiel.
"No. Why should I?" she inquired. "They don't know what they're doing. Someone like you knows how to please a woman."
All rightie then. Can't get much more blunt than that. Iruka suddenly began to wonder what he had gotten himself into. He had inadvertently caught a tiger by the tail, and she might just claw him up.
Keiko kissed him, gliding her fingers down his abdomen and under the sheet. She sighed as she took him in her hand, rubbing her body against his side. Her hand stroked him as he pushed aside her nightgown and moved to her breast. She moaned as his lips closed around her nipple after licking it to an almost painful hardness. She squeezed his hard maleness in her hand, making him groan with pleasure.
Iruka rolled onto his side next to her, sliding his body against hers. He felt her open her legs and rub the little head he was thinking with right now on her warm wetness that felt so good. He pushed his hips toward her, and she guided him into her body. A groan rolled from his throat as he penetrated her as deeply as he could by her pulling him in with her hand on his hips.
Keiko kissed him as she moved him slowly in and out of her. This position allowed for leisurely enjoyable lovemaking because it was nearly impossible to hurry or move too fast. Her eyes held his as they worked their hips together, creating a delicious friction that made her tremble with sexual bliss.
"You're amazing," he whispered, pulling her lips to his for a kiss. He had to break the kiss to moan as a surprising burst of pleasure swept through his body.
"I love you," she whispered, tears appearing in the corner of her eyes.
"What? Do you mean it?" he asked, brushing away the tear that slid from her eye with his thumb. He didn't wait for her to answer. He pulled her against him, rolling her over onto her back.
Keiko howled as he sank all the way down into her when he lay down on top of her. She cried out again when he rammed into her sending a pleasurable pain up her spine. Three simple words had turned him into a beast. From the statement 'fuck me now' she would have expected this reaction but not something like a declaration of love. This man was definitely different from any others she had known; so sweet and kind, almost overly sensitive in matters of the heart.
"Iruka," she called, touching his face that was now red and dripping with sweat from his efforts. "Love me."
"I do," he responded, slowing down to long luxurious strokes almost pulling all the way out before he pushed back in. "I will."
Keiko moaned as her body vibrated with ecstasy from feeling every inch of him. She felt him watching her as he hovered over her so she opened her eyes to meet his. Her hand pressed against his jaw while her thumb moved across his mouth, then traced his lips.
"Do you ever think about him when you're with me?" she inquired, staring into his dark brown eyes. She knew he would understand the him in question.
"No. Why would I?" he asked, kissing her thumb as she held it in front of his lips.
"Just wondering. You know what else I'm curious about?" She pushed her thumb between his lips as he shook his head. She pushed up on her elbows to bring her face closer to his. "I'm curious to know what it would be like to be with the both of you at the same time?" Her thumb moved in and out of his mouth suggestively as she watched and licked her lips.
Iruka thought he might explode right then between what she was saying and what she was doing. He couldn't believe the effect it had on him. Was she serious? Would she really want to do that?
"Do you like the things he does to you? Does it feel good? Tell me. I want to know," she said, removing her thumb from his mouth.
"At first I didn't like it. I never even considered being with a man – ever. Then after a while, I don't know, it just didn't seem so bad or wrong. And yes, it felt good. Really, really good," he admitted, his body shaking with pleasure from the thought. "Keiko, I can't keep going much longer talking about this while I'm inside of you. I've got to –"
"Do it then," she ordered, grabbing him by the back of the neck and shoving her hips up at him.
Iruka pushed her back down on the bed, thrusting into her hard several times to make her climax first then himself soon after. His mind replayed the conversation over and over as they lay in each other's arms to go to sleep. What in the world had made her bring that up? Was it just a 'heat of the moment' kind of thing or did she mean it? He almost couldn't sleep for the thoughts swirling around in his head, especially the ones that involved the three of them in bed together.
