--Oh dear o dear, for them's that's bored by the gratuitous sex, well you'd better to be not reading this fic. I can't write from a teenage boy's perspective and leave out the thing that occupies their minds the most. No really. Going for the verisimilitude here, people, not the smut factor, alas (then I would work harder to make it interesting, not just gratuitous). But if you still want to be reading, but not the boring bits, then skip this chapter and go to the next when it is posted. There is no sex there. But there is here. I cannot win, other fics, people say "cm, where is the sex? Where is the romance?" Here I provide plenty of sex, albeit zero romance, and people say "get on with the plot already." What makes you think I have plot? Warning: this chapter contains a wee little bit of creep factor... –cm--
Tsukasa doesn't answer the next day when I call him. I know she told me not to, but I just can't help myself. I tell myself that it's not because I'm worried about them, but because I'm a born meddler. Hey, it's half-true! Nevertheless, what's the point of meddling if no one's home? It's 10 am New York time, so I know Tsukasa's awake. Maybe in a meeting, but awake. He doesn't answer when I call him at noon and 3 pm either. I'd call Makino and check on her, but she's sure to be asleep. It is after all, 4 am there. I'll give her a few hours and maybe harass her at a more reasonable time. I don't know why I feel the need to bother, but I do and that's just the way it is.
I find myself dozing off for a few hours. I can't help it, I didn't get much sleep last night, and I had a long and tedious day trying to catch up on some of my long-overdue school work. What a waste of a weekend. When I wake, sometime after midnight, I dial Makino's number. She picks up after a few rings, but before she can answer, I am startled to hear a voice, a male voice, in the background.
"Don't answer it!"
"But it's. . . ."
"I don't care who it is! Didn't I just fly all the way out here to see you?" I blink in surprise. It sounds like Tsukasa. Did he really drop everything to fly back to Japan because of what Makino told him? I hear a scuffle, and, more distantly now, Makino's voice.
"Doumyouji! Give it back!" I hear a soft thud, and I'm guessing the phone has hit the ground, or something. "What are you doing! Doumyouji! Oh! Ohhhh . . . ." What started out as cry of outrage fades to a sigh, and then to a low moan.
I do believe that idiot Tsukasa forgot to hang up the phone before tossing it aside. And my, oh my, judging by the rustling sounds and vocalizations I can still distantly hear, he most definitely should have.
Makino is making these whimpers and moans, and I swear I can hear snatches of sappy murmured conversation between the two, thing like "Missed you so much," and "love." But mostly a lot of the unmistakable wet, erotic sounds of flesh on flesh, sighs and grunts.
I know I should have hung up some time ago, and leave the two lovebirds some privacy, but I just don't want to. Who'd have guessed that Makino was actually letting Tsukasa screw her silly? Or by the sounds of it, that this wasn't the first time they'd done this together?
It's wrong, it's oh so wrong for me to listen in, but I don't care. Even without visuals, the sound of my best friend and his girlfriend having sex is very hot. Call me a voyeur, call me a perv, but I'm enjoying this immensely. Quietly, I switch my phone to hands-free, unzip my pants, ease myself out (did I mention just how hard I got simply by listening?), and join in the fun. I figure even if I'm not the epitome of silence, they're way too busy and making too much noise, themselves, to notice.
I speed up my pace as the sounds from the other side of the world become more erratic, the breathing harsher, the mumbled endearments more incoherent. At last, Makino lets out this long, low keening sound as she comes, that at this moment is among one of the hottest things I've ever heard. A few moments later, Tsukasa finishes as well, and I quickly disconnect before they recover their wits and notice the phone again. Free to be as loud as I want, I bring myself off in record time.
What? It's a victimless crime. I don't feel in the slightest bit ashamed or sorry for spying on my friends. I just feel horny as all hell.
I figure Makino will eventually call me back once she and Tsukasa recover (assuming there is no round two, or three, or whatever they're up to now), and I let myself doze off for a little while, while I wait.
The phone finally rings, right as predicted.
"Nishikado! Sorry to disconnect so suddenly, something was wrong with the connection."
"Riight," I have to fight to hold in my snicker, "I thought I heard a guy in the background, before you got 'disconnected'. Who are you messing around with behind Tsukasa's back?"
"Nishikado!" She gasps in outrage, "Get your mind out of the gutter!" There's a pause, and then I hear Tsukasa on the phone, almost as if he's wrested the mobile from Makino's grasp.
"Soujiro! You asshole! What are you doing in fucking Paris? I come all the way out here, and no one's here! The place is totally dead!"
"Hey, dumbass, don't forget your girlfriend!" I hear Makino interject forcefully.
"Why do you think I came here in the first place? Stupid girl!" I can tell this grumbling aside is not directed at me. By the sound of it, Makino heard this remark as well, and is smacking Tsukasa upside his thick head.
"Yeah, Tsukasa, what are you doing there?" I ask, deciding to ignore their little background spat. "Last I heard, your mother had you imprisoned under a mountain of paperwork."
"Yeah well. There's a few execs who're just going to have to reschedule their golf games next week." He doesn't sound the slightest bit contrite at have punted his responsibilities so spectacularly. "Did Makino tell you what she's planning?"
"Sort of."
"And yet you idiots left her to deal with this crap, with only Rui for company?" Ok, so now he's mad at me? What the fuck? I'm here keeping Akira out of trouble, only I can't tell Tsukasa that.
"Hey! She told me yesterday! What do you expect me to do? You're her boyfriend! And it's not like she's alone, there's Rui, and Shigeru, and Kazuya. Don't blame me if she keeps secrets from us. Besides, sounds like you've got it covered. . . . What are you doing there anyway?"
"Moral support." He grunts, "You think I'm letting her sit around all week spazzing? Not a chance in hell."
"Aww. . . . that's so sweet." I mock, safe from his retaliation, half a world away.
"Fuck off."
"I think I'll leave that to you two." I mutter under my breath, and say louder, "Let me talk to Makino again."
"Fine, you have two minutes," He grumbles, "and then you and I are going to have words."
"Hey, Makino." I start as she comes back on the line. "I take it he wasn't actually mad then?"
"No," she demurs, "I guess not."
"Well," I laugh, "At least now you know how to get him to drop everything and come running next time you're feeling lonely." Or horny.
"Yeah." She laughs nervously, "It's a little unexpected." I can see why she'd be a little unnerved by his irresponsibility, but he has always been unreasonable when it comes to her.
"Enjoy it while you can." I advise, "And good luck on your exam. Don't let Tsukasa distract you too much from your studies."
"Thanks." And with that, Tsukasa takes control of the phone again, and we chat for a while, catching up on the latest international gossip, etc. I hope Makino's not too proud to let Tsukasa pay the bill for this call.
At last, I hang up, feeling oddly reassured that all is well in the world.
This night sleep finds me with no trouble at all.
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A day or two later, I'm at dinner with Akira. Things are looking up; he's finally decided to forgive me. I think it must have something to do with his new girlfriend, a petite brunette with the cutest smattering of freckles across her nose. Best of all she's only a few years older than him and not married. For once. Apparently, during the two weeks that I didn't see him, he was off with her in the Riviera, lounging around and gambling away his father's money.
But they're back now, and being all cutesy at the table, so much that I want to gag. I mean, sure I'm happy that Akira is out of his rut, but do I really need to watch him acting so lovey-dovey and shit? When he takes a moment to go to the bathroom, His chicky takes the opportunity to interrogate me about what I think about him, and inform me that he's just the sweetest guy ever, and would I like to meet her friend, 'cause if I'm anything like Akira then her friend would just love me to pieces. Yeesh!
I tolerate it because it's good to see Akira smiling again, but I make my excuses as soon as I can without offending him, and set off to find myself some more straightforward entertainment.
I cruise the higher-class clubs for a while, making small talk with other rich bored people, catching up on the latest gossip of the social scene. There's a rumor going around, and people are starting to ask me what I think, wherever I go. Why ask me? Because the rumor involves the scintillating Ms. Toudou, of course. Shizuka. Well, more like her damnfool beau of the moment, who seems to have learnt nothing from the mistakes of his predecessors. Alas. I knew things were looking up too prematurely. With life seemingly going right for Makino and Akira, it was only a matter of time before I'd be called upon to pay the price. How exactly is that fair?
I take a deep breath, and another sip of whiskey. Shizuka hasn't called yet, but I can bet she will tomorrow. Once these rumors get started, they get acted on lest the principle players look like fools. Not that the guy is going to look like any less of a fool when I start parading around with Shizuka like a good little lapdog.
Guess I'd better live up these last few hours of freedom while I can. I know for sure that it wouldn't look good for me to play Shizuka's boy on the side, and still have my own flings. Seriously, it would make Ms. Perfect look bad, and we couldn't have that. She'd have my balls on a silver plate for that sort of transgression. Yeesh. Not to mention that then, my father would find out for sure, and there would be even worse kinds of hell to pay. But I am not going to think about that now.
Almost at random, I pick up a curvaceous blonde girl from the bar. I'm a little worried at first that she's not my usual type, being almost bashful and shy, but she's certainly willing to go back to a hotel with me, nonetheless.
I know I've chosen well, when upon entering the room, she starts to undress with an almost striptease-like slinkiness, loosing her long blonde tresses to cascade over her shoulders and down her back; unbuttoning her shirt so slowly and deliberately, with her back half-turned from me. The little minx caresses her breasts through her bra, watching me with heavy-lidded eyes, and steps out of her skirt.
I slowly and deliberately begin to strip as well, giving her almost as good a show as she's giving me. She gives my cock an appreciate glance and licks her lips oh so suggestively. She struts to the bed, kicks off her heels and crawls onto the mattress. Her well-padded ass juts boldly in the air as she spreads her legs slightly and beckons me to her.
I'm not saying no to that. She continues to fondle her own breasts as I kneel behind her, pull her thong out of my way and forcefully enter her. She is so very wet and ready and thrusts back against me with an almost animalistic force. Who knew such a quiet-seeming girl could be such a wildcat in the sack? I grasp her hips for better leverage and fuck her until she screams in pleasure. We pass the night in bout after bout of sex. Sometimes rough and hard and fast, and sometimes slow and deep. In between, we nap, but every time I wake, she's already awake and attacking my body. And I am so not about to complain. She's good, damned good. But finally I reach the point where I simply cannot come another time. I got no problem getting it up at least, but I am sore and a little chafed, so it has to end.
I fall asleep for a few hours, and when I wake, she's sitting cross-legged on the bed, nude, staring at me as if she's never seen me before.
"Morning." I grin at her, but she only murmurs an almost inaudible response. Oh crap. "Don't tell me you're having second thoughts about last night?" I question. I just don't want to deal with that shit, and besides, bloody hell, she sure wasn't complaining at the time.
"No. . .It's not that." She looks down at her hands, "I don't know if I should tell you. . . ."
"Tell me what?" I'm starting to get a little panicked, maybe Akira was right and I finally fucked a girl whose going to give me a disease.
She sighs, and starts to blush, "I've never been the type to jump a random stranger. My friends always laugh at me, and tell me I'm a fool. Why would anyone want to sleep with me? I'm fat and my last three boyfriends told me I was crap in bed. But I saw you there last night, and you looked at me like I was pretty. And I thought, ok, I'll take a chance. I didn't want to be me anymore. Boring, and scared and alone. . . And it worked. It worked!" She's smiling now and I am confused as all shit. Is she insane? At least she's not telling me she's got the clap. "It was good, wasn't it?"
"Are you shitting me? It wasn't just good. That was some great sex! Do you have any idea what you did to me?" I'll probably be sore for days. And where does she get off thinking she's fat? Curvaceous, perhaps, Rubenesque at worst. Hardly fat.
She smiles even more widely. "No one's ever said that to me before! But don't you see. I thought I was doomed to be me. Boring unattractive me. But you've made me see the light. I can be anything I want to be. I don't have to be the invisible girl anymore.
"Babe, no one who met you could forget you. Honestly." Girls are weird. Maybe this one escaped from an asylum or something. Fucking space cadet. But damn good in bed. Remembering last night has already got my cock stirring, despite the turnoff of the girl's obvious insanity.
"Thank you! Thank you so much! S. . . S. . shit! I'm sorry, I can't remember your name." She cringes guiltily as I laugh.
"Don't worry your pretty little head about it, babe. Come here." I beckon lasciviously at her and shut her up with a kiss. A little while later, I'm fucking her up against the wall of the shower, her ass soapy and slippery in my hands, her breasts rubbing against my chest, and my balls slapping against her. She's writhing and moaning and all her babbling is forgotten as I bring her to climax again. Even better, it turns out that I guess I have one more orgasm left in me too.
Afterwards when I go home and get cleaned up for real, I realize that I don't know her name either.
It doesn't matter. But what I'm really trying to figure out as I scrub the smell of sex off, is whether I should be impressed by the way she chose to turn her life around, or dismayed at the stupid thing she chose to rebel against. In the end, I guess I feel a little of both, though I'm afraid my dismay may really stem from the fact that I have never rebelled at all against anything. Not really.
Maybe I should start paying more attention to the examples around me. Maybe I should reconsider who I am, and what I want?
That doesn't mean I'm going to change by giving up sex. No fucking way.
ToBeContinued.
-sorry for the gratuitous sex. (No, actually, I'm not really sorry but it is the polite thing to say.) I just double checked, and no, there's none in the next chapter. yet. And probably not the one after that, either. Instead, plot. Sortof. Inasmuch as this fic has any sort of plot. –cm--
