Here we go. I have been looking forward to writing this part for quite a while. I do believe that you all shall enjoy this part. It's one of the parts that you have been waiting for. This part has actually been inspired by real life events, this very thing happened to me a few years ago, believe it or not; however in that case we were both sober. I have tried looking up online to see if anyone has experienced anything like this besides me but no one seems to. So anyway time to put it into a story, and if this, or something like this, has happened to you then I ask that you post a review or send me a message about it. I want to know if anyone else has had this bizarre turn of events happen to them. I must give a warning though. The majority of this chapter is *cough cough wink wink*. Well, let's just say it may not be suitable for the children's (if any kids actually read this in the first place). So read with your own discretion. Please Enjoy. And Remember to Review.

And remember I warned you. If you do not like it you may stop at any time and resume after the events are done. That will be next part.

As I lay mere inches away from Hanako, I can't help but think sexual thoughts. I am a man, after all.

No.

I must not.

This is Hanako. She is the most innocent person I have ever met. She is so shy that there is no way that she could possibly be interested in having any kind of sexual relations.

Especially with me.

I try not to think of the thoughts my mind is so trying to push to the surface; I try to keep them at bay. But I can't. I am a weak man when it comes to women. I cannot talk to them without them being afraid of me. With the knowledge in the back of my mind that Hanako and I will never have any kind of relationship, I decide it's acceptable for my inner vices to have some fun as I stop resisting my manly urges and let my mind wander.

I think of the various outcomes of the night, going through every possible one I could think of with great detail. I thought of how it would start. We would both turn to our side facing each other, then when our eyes become adjusted to the extremely low light well enough to see, we notice that the other person's eyes are open.

I ask if she is awake.

She responds.

We each move closer to "see each other better." I touch her waist; she touches my arm and then moves it to my shoulder. I move mine to her face and we kiss a short fleeting kiss.

A few moments of awkwardness comes afterwards but then it quickly fades as we both move as close as possible and pull each other into a passionate and loving kiss. It slowly starts but as we get into more, our tongues moving together in a beautiful dance that shows us both that we have someone to actually show these restrained emotions towards.

As our love grows, so do I. And with us being so close it is only natural that it has the effect of rubbing against her most private area through both my silk pajama pants and her silk nightgown.

She is shy at first, as she jumps back from the sensation hitting her. She looks at my groin, then back in my eye. Asking without words to explore what she has always heard, but never seen, about the mysterious males of her species. She would gingerly bring her hand down and lightly touch it, then withdraw.

She looks at me again, longing for another touch, but not wanting to overstep her boundaries. She looks so cute when she is curious. I nod and she lays her hand down on it once more, this time leaving it there. She looks up at my eye once more and she has tears in hers.

"No need to be afraid." I say.

"I-I… I want to ask something. But I know… I can't…"

I egg her on and then await her reply.

"…I…I… I want to see you. But I can't… I can't a-ask that of you."

I look at her in her eyes and I realize why she is crying. She has wanted to see me in my most natural state for so long, and now that she is so close, the reality of what she would be asking me to do is too much for her.

She doesn't want to see me for a joke, or as a bet.

She loves me. She truly does.

I feel my walls I put up collapse around me. Leaving me all but bare in my soul.

The same soul which is now longing for love.

Hanako's love.

The most pure love anyone could ever receive.

I would do anything for her… even this.

I slowly begin to reach for my pants and I begin to pull them down slowly.

Hanako looks away.

I am not sure if it's for me or for her.

I whisper "They're off."

She doesn't turn her head. I reach for her hand and grab it in mine. She jumps, and then turns to look into my eyes.

I slowly lower her hand until it is touching the very thing she had dreamed of. I would find her jumping out of shock cute if I didn't jump myself at her mere touch.

Her eyes still looking into mine shoot open.

Her face still looking at mine is now beat red.

She grasps it in her hand and slowly begins moving around it. Exploring.

She then slowly tilts her head to look down. She sees it and it takes over something in her mind. She starts backing up and moving downwards.

She can't possibly be… Ohhh!

She is. I feel her mouth engulf me. This is the moment I never thought I would have. I always wondered what…

Right then I woke up from my wet dream. My hand flat down on my pants and I feel a throbbing through them. I can't believe my mind decided to have this dream now. While Hanako is lying right beside me, she better be asleep is all I have to say.

If she was awake and thought I was doing something while she was here beside me. I don't think I would have any housemates when I awoke in the morning.

I roll over to my side hide my fairly obvious… problem… just in case Hanako isn't asleep, or she is but happens to wake up and look over to see my… well… you figured it out by now.

I do, however, get to get a good look at Hanako while she sleeps.

I begin to study her face.

She looks… peaceful…

She looks… happy…

I have never truly got a chance to study her face like I am right now. She is beautiful, it is right then that I realize that I never truly thought of Hanako as a sexual being until tonight. Did I even have feelings for her? I'm still not sure, but I have to be careful. If I get too close to her then bad things might happen. I couldn't live with myself if I let something happen to her.

My mind begins to wander on its own again. I begin to think about my past and all the voices that have been added over the years.

Mom.

Dad.

Grandma.

Grandpa.

Madison.

I begin thinking about them and how good they all were to me.

They never said a mean thing to me, never harmed me. Hell, they never even thought about harming me.

To think I killed them…

… I truly am a monster…

… If only they knew. Lilly wouldn't let Hanako lie next to me, or even be in the same building as me. Not like Hanako would want to anyway.

Oh well, I suppose no need thinking these thoughts now, I better get to sleep before my drunkenness goes away and the aftermath kicks in. Then I'd never get to sleep.

It is right then that Hanako rolls on her side, facing away from me. Figures as much, I will admit that a part of me wanted for my dream to come true right then and there. But I knew in the back of my mind that it wouldn't happen.

I am so busy wallowing in my own self-pity that I barely even hear Hanako say my name.

"A-A-Andrew."

No. I must be hearing things, she is asleep.

…

A few minutes pass.

"A-Andrew. Are you a-awake?"

Stop fucking with me mind. She is asleep.

…

Another few minutes pass.

Unable to sleep, I now hear a stirring coming from Hanako. Maybe she was awake after all. I wonder if I should say something now. She did say she was a deep sleeper. So maybe if I am wrong then she won't even wake up.

Right when I am about to try to see if she is awake, I hear her move again. I crack one eye open and notice that she is backing up. Slowly, but she is backing up every time she moves.

I don't notice it at first, but she is.

What is she doing?

After about a minute of her adjusting, the tiniest bit her the fabric of her nightgown hits my shirt, and her leg touches mine. I try my hardest and manage to not move a centimeter when contact is made.

I lay there for a moment before she moves again. This time more than the last, with this move she rolls so that her legs are touching mine, and the edge of her butt is touching the tip of my tackle. The amount of pleasure just from that tiny touch is unbearable.

Keep in mind that I have a disease that amplifies my nerves reactions. That, plus the fact that no one has ever even touched my most sensitive area besides me sends waves of feelings and emotions through me. I am able to suppress them; of course, I have had years of suppressing them… Just not all at once like this.

After a few moments I figure that Hanako must be asleep. So I do one complete roll over so my back is now pressed firmly to the cool wall behind me.

After several minutes I hear, once again, and most surprisingly…

"Andrew… You awake?"

This time a louder and more desperate voice coming from Hanako's throat. It's hers though, there is no mistaking it.

But I want to know what she is planning, if anything. So I wait.

5 minutes must have passed before any movement is made. But then, it happened.

Once again, and very slowly and cautiously, Hanako began to move backwards towards me.

After about 5 more minutes of her single player game of "Red Light Green Light," I notice that once again her leg is touching mine. She waits around 10 seconds before she moves this time. Back to the position we were before where she is barely touching me with her butt.

I am perfectly content in this position for as long as the night is willing to last. However, a few things are instantly wrong with that though.

1. I don't know how long the night will last. I don't know how long I was asleep and I forgot to look at the clock when I first awoke.

And 2. I am fighting has hard as I can right now so I will not get an erection and potentially scare her away.

Both of those thoughts though are sent away whenever she backs up for the final time.

She presses her entire body back on mine in one move.

Our legs bent in the same place in the knee line up perfectly for comfort, even though I am so much taller than her.

My stomach and chest fold onto her back in a blanket of warmth that I have never known before.

The smell of strawberries as her smooth soft hair brushes against my face.

And the feeling of my member, now engulfed completely in her backside.

The feeling is incredible.

I try for the longest time to keep my nether regions to behave, but it is a failed mission from the start. I am though, however, able to keep my breathing under control to make it come out slow and steady as possible.

I hope Hanako still thinks I am asleep. In fact, I begin to think Hanako is asleep herself, that is, until she reaches back and grabs my arm to bring it around the top of her. She then sheepishly touches my hand, and explores it with her hand, and I assume her eyes, before she lays my hand flat on the round sphere that is to the left of her chest. She then grips my hand with both of hers.

I can feel her breast on my palm through her nightgown. It feels amazing, better than I could have imagined. Who knew a clump of flesh could feel so good?

I begin to feel a hard little circle make its way through the nightgown. Soon after Hanako begins moving my hand over it, slowly at first, then she starts getting a bit more erratic.

A minute passes before she realizes what she is doing and drops my hand.

She quickly fumbles to grab it again and bring it to lay flat on her stomach with her hands holding it there.

We lay that way for what feels like a lifetime, and I didn't mind one second of it.

However, I do notice something. She is ever so softly pushing my hand downwards. I didn't notice it at first, but she definitely is.

After a few moments, it dawns on me what she is trying to do.

No.

She can't be thinking that, can she?

I want her to be thinking that.

But still, she can't actually be thinking that.

However, ever slowly it may be, she is moving my hand downwards.

I reach her waist… and keep going.

I finally find myself in uncharted territory. She has moved my hand to where the manly appendage would be… if she was a man. And she hesitates. I hear a deep breath come in and out of her as she begins to move again. It finally reaches its destination and I barely suppress a gasp as I feel the folds of womanhood on my hand through the pink nightgown shield.

She leaves it there for a moment and removes her hand. As if she wanted me to suddenly come to life and know what to do. I have always wondered how to do it, but was never able to make any kind of love to a woman due to my scars, and my extensive hospitalization. And now that the opportunity presents itself, I'm unable to move out of fear. The last time something like this happened…

… No! … Can't think about that now!

Hanako soon realizes she is on her own, and she reaches down to feel my hand once again. She moves my middle finger up and down on the folds. Guiding my finger with hers, I can feel her twitch against my body. She holds my hand firmly pressed to her most intimate parts as she begins moving her waist forward and back. Pressing hard against the resistance my penis is putting up, then releasing, and repeating the process. She then stops after several minutes.

I begin to think she is finished, only to be pleasantly wrong when I realize she is merely lifting her nightgown.

She moves my hand down under it and then up once more until I am touching her bare womanhood. She jumps and gasps whenever my flesh makes contact with hers.

It is moist.

I almost want to start moving my hand myself. But my fear stops me. Hanako would be embarrassed if I started now. She would think I woke up to this and felt like I had to do it. So I wait.

She begins to move my finger again.

She begins to twitch and spasm soon after.

She starts maneuvering my finger and she soon is able to get it inside her. She gasps once more. She starts moving my hand back and forth, up and down, slowly to start. She starts going faster and fast, and twitching more and more, and now she is moaning.

She finally finishes with a final stiffened moan as she covers her mouth with her other hand. I felt the liquids get discharged from her body and they are now freely making their way down my hand.

She begins breathing heavy and slowly and she soon after pulls my hand from her and whips it on the fabric of her nightgown that is over her butt to remove any residue from her sexual exploit with my hand. She then lays it back down on my side.

I precede roll over and lay on my back as still as before, still not knowing what to make of what just happened.

Hanako rolls over to face me and curls up hugging my body as I lay still. Her body is pressed to mine and her head is now on my chest. I am unsure what to do in this situation. I wrap my arms around her and press them against her lower back. She responds with a small kiss on the cheek of my mask.

As I lay there, drifting off into sleep, the most comfortable I had been in years, I wished a wish that I would have never even considered wishing before, and I would wonder a question that I would never get an answer to.

I wished Hanako had seen my face before this night, so I'd know if she would have still done the things she had done, and if she would have still kissed me if she had seen behind the mask.

And I asked myself, "Did this night really just happen, or was this only just another wet dream?"

Thank you so much for reading my latest chapter. If you liked this then there may very well be more in the future sometime. Or not, who knows? I sure don't. Or do I? :D

Anyway, if I made you uncomfortable and you wish for me to not write any more sexual things in my stories then please post that in a review. Or if you liked it then say that as well. I want to know if this helps you connect in my story or if it just throws you off. I probably shouldn't have used this to test it. But hey, if I lose anyone because of it then they probably weren't gonna stick around anyway. So I hope you enjoyed it, and please let me know what you thought of it in a Review. Thank you, and see you real soon.