Chapter Nine – Bloody shirt!

The room was darker, a warm gloom greeted her. The main light had been switched off. The only light was from the reading lamp on the little round table in the corner by the armchair. She saw that a book had been placed on top of the lampshade shutting off the upward light so that the lamp light spilled downwards and lit the table, the floor, the wall behind in a small welcoming pool of light. The rest of the room was half lit, it wasn't dark but the place had a mysterious cosy feel. Her heart went out to him What a thoughtful person. The balcony shutters were still open and night scents and sounds drifted in. She walked between the top of the stairs and the foot of the bed and stood in the centre of the room. The electric fan on the bedside cabinet whirred silently, its round face turning from side to side. First it looked toward the balcony, then it turned its face to her. She felt its cool breath brush the tops of her legs, her wrists. Satisfied she was there it looked back to the balcony, looking for the boy. Shizuku saw him there, he had his back to her, leaning on the rail watching the night. She put her hands together behind her back. When she spoke she could muster nothing more than a whisper.

"Seiji?" she was suddenly overcome with shyness, she almost didn't want anything to happen, the moment was so pure, so wonderful, she feared that anything that followed might not be as good as her hopes. He turned and stepped into the room. His face was calm, his eyes honest, caring. The two of them stood a little way apart. When he spoke it was in a whisper also;
"Shizuku."
"Seiji, I'm afraid."
"Me too."
"What happens now?"
"What would you like?"
"Please hold me." He stepped forward and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"You look lovely."
"Thank you."
"What was it you said outside? It's been a day of anticipation, something special is coming, I'm sure of it."
"Seiji, the special thing is here. Right here, with us now."
"I know."

He ran his hands slowly down her back, drew her against him. He lowered his head and kissed her hair. "You're shaking." It was true; her body was taut as a wire. She tilted her head back, their faces were almost touching. She looked carefully into his eyes, glancing from one eye to the other, as if to make sure that both were sending the same message. The laughter, the joking were over now. Her eyes, her face were serious. His eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. She spoke again, she had almost no voice left now, it was hardly even a whisper, she made the shape of the words with her mouth but no sound came:

"Kiss me."

Slowly he pressed his lips to hers. He moved with infinite gentleness, he didn't want to rush anything, he almost felt like he should be seeking her permission to do anything. Within a moment though he felt her press against him and her arms, until now limp at her sides lifted and her hands stroked up his back. Their mouths opened and the kiss born as a gauche awkward child in the dark alleyway now grew strongly and confidently into adulthood. He was hard again at once, he just couldn't help it, her soft warmth pressed against him and her taste, her smell, her energy lifted him beyond the point where he knew he could stop, where if she'd demanded he stop, then he would have been able to obey. His hands slid down to the base of her spine. Below the cotton pyjama jacket he found hot skin, he pressed his hands down further, onto her bottom and caressed her, stroked down to the smooth curves at the very top of the backs of her legs.

"Mmmmm…" she moaned, he broke the kiss a moment, "Seiji…"
"It's OK?"
"Mmm, yes." Her hands felt for the hem of his tee shirt and slid under, up his back, his muscles spasmed with goose bumps, her touch was like life itself, like electricity feeding a motor. He felt her stomach press into his, he knew she must be able to feel him where he was hard. She moaned again.
"Oh, is that you?"
"Hmm, yeah." He found it hard to speak, his throat was dry. The kiss resumed and as she moved against him he was shocked at how she expressed her need, he'd not expected this. "Wait," he broke contact and began to lift his tee shirt over his head.
"No, let me," she pushed her hands under the cloth, catching a roll of it and pushed upwards. The shirt came up until it was over his face. And then it got stuck.
"No, oh, stupid thing," he made a small growl of frustration, then she giggled and he found himself laughing too. His head stuck inside the shirt, his eyes blindfolded. Her laughter grew and he felt her quick fingers at the cloth again, peeling it back over his chin, his nose, his brow. He could see again. Her wide grin was inches away.
"Damn. Bloody shirt!" he cursed, but she merely giggled more.
"No, stop. Let me." She pulled the shirt off his head, it was tangled behind his neck, across his shoulders, pinning his arms.
"Ah, that's ruined everything."
"Oh, I don't know. This is nice." Shizuku placed her palms on his chest and ran her hands across his skin. She found he was hard and smooth, pale; the colour of cream while her hands were darker. She could feel the springy muscles of his breast and the lines of his ribs at the sides. It was all new, all wonderful, all hers to explore. As she brushed her fingers over his nipples she was surprised to feel them harden, like her own. He hissed breath in through his teeth.
"What?"
"That tickles. Didn't know I was sensitive there."
"Really?" she could see goose bumps on the skin around the nipple, it suddenly seemed the obvious thing to do – to warm him – so she used her mouth. She kissed and ran her hot tongue across the stiff point.
"Mmmm…" now it was his turn to moan. She lifted her mouth away.
"Is that good?"
"Mmm."
"I thought only mine would do that." She looked up at him cheekily, then reapplied her mouth, her tongue. For a moment there was silence in the room, only breathing. Seiji felt like an explorer, a wanderer into uncharted lands, everything was new, new sensations, new sights, new smells. It was good, so good. He reached his arms up behind his back awkwardly and pulled the tangled tee shirt down and off. Shizuku took her mouth off him only to shift it to his other nipple.
"Mmmm, no. Oh, that really tingles."
"Too much?"
"Hm," he nodded, "very sensitive, makes me shiver." She placed her hands back, stroking, caressing.
"That's new. I didn't know boys could respond like that."
"Me neither."

He bent to kiss her again, she continued to explore his skin with her hands, he moved his hands around her again, slid them down. This time when he reached bare skin he slid his hands up under her shirt, felt the bumps of her spine, found that her waist was tiny, it narrowed in steeply above her hips, he felt like he could snap her in two she was so slim. Their kiss was less tentative now, more urgent, they were finding out what they liked, it was one marvellous learning curve. Seiji moved one hand around to her front and found the smooth soft dome of her stomach, the dimple of her navel. She moaned again, now her hands were at the waistband of his trousers, there was no belt, just a stud fastener and a zip. In a moment it was undone. Seiji stopped and kept his hands still, just marvelling at the wonderful springy feel of her tummy, its smoothness and shape. He hardly dared breathe. He broke the kiss.

"Yes, undress me."

Shizuku slid the zip down, slowly, as slowly as she could. She was trying to imprint this on her mind for ever, to remember this, this first time, the most important time. His boyish hips would no longer hold the garment up and the trousers slid down his legs. He managed to step out of them without falling over, without messing it all up, without causing another giggling fit. Her hands went over his bottom and squeezed.

"Mmmm…" she murmured her approval.
"Alright? Is everything OK?"
"Yeah, oh, yes. I can't believe this is so nice. You're so warm."
"Can I?"
"What?"
"I want to. Um… I want to undress you. May I?" she didn't answer with her voice. Taking a pace back she reached for his hand, lifted it from her stomach and brought it to her face. She bent her head and kissed his palm, then kissed each fingertip. Then Shizuku placed his hand on her throat.
"There are six buttons."