Author note : M-rated chapter but only for the last lines.
They went to the movie as planned but Souji wasn't sure how he ended up in this situation, kissing Midori on her single bed, in her room, in her house, with his hand under her shirt. Not that he was drunk or high or anything, but he just let the events carry him.
The movie wasn't bad, classic story of a group of friends who wanted to party in an abandoned house, the house was hanted, they split because they were the most stupid teenagers ever and everyone died one after the other. He did startle a few times though and Midori firmly held his arm during all the movie, leaning on his shoulders as if she could really be in danger. Somehow cute. They didn't order popcorn and that was clearly missing but he promised Kondou not to eat sweets before the competition and Midori decided to support him. As the perfect gentleman he was supposed to be, he took the girl back home and since no one was there, she proposed him to make something for him to eat and he accepted, knowing that her cooking would be better and healthier than the cafeteria's one, and more suitable to a sportsman too. She cooked for him and he liked that, watching her cook with his cheek in his palm. He wondered if his mother cooked for him, before she abandoned him. Maybe... Not that he could remember anyway. He couldn't even remember her face or her voice. But with Midori cooking, he felt like he was part of a family.
« Won't your parents come home soon ? » he asked, eating the dish she prepared.
« Not on Mondays. » she shrugged « they have this important weekly meeting about the distillery with all the employees and after they all go to drink together. They say it maintains good relations in the team. »
« Okay. » he nodded « their distillery really count a lot for them. »
« More than their daughter. » she sighed « this whiskey factory is their true child. I'm just a side product. »
Souji chuckled, the mental image amusing him even if it wasn't really nice to make fun of her in that situation.
« You wanna taste ? » she asked suddenly, getting two small glasses out of the cupboard.
« Taste what ? » he asked before she got a glass bottle out of a cupboard.
« The whiskey. » she smiled « this one is seven years old, aged in bourbon cask then sherry cask for the last 3 years. It gives it a lot of flavours. Maybe you can catch them. »
« Okay, I accept the challenge. » he smirked as she poured a small quantity of the amber beverage in the glasses.
What was the point to use glasses that big if you only put such a small amount in them ? He had no idea what sherry and bourbon meant but one thing was for sure, that was a drink a lot stronger and refined than all the beers he could have drunk during his summer jobs evenings. Midori then took a bottle of water ans put some drops in the beverage.
« Ara ? You think I can't handle it pure ? » he smirked, a little vexed.
« No. » she chuckled « a bit of water in the whiskey helps to get the flavours out. Of course, you have to take a water as pure as possible for it to work, otherwise it alters the taste. »
« You seem to know a lot. » he commented, taking the glass she was handing him.
« Not like I have the choice. » she smiled sadly « whiskey is the only subject we discuss in the house. »
They clinked the glasses together with a « kanpai » and Souji brought it to his mouth. Indeed, it was the strongest thing he ever tasted and the liquid getting through his throat was feeling like burning lava. How was he supposed to get any flavours from this ?! Keeping his composure, he tried his best not to ridicule himself by coughing and took another sip. That one was better, his mouth already burned and ready to analyze the curious beverage.
« There's something a little... sugary... » he commented, not able to put quite his finger on it.
« Ripe apples. » she nodded and he tasted again, happy to have found something. But that's the best he could do.
« You can sense something else ? » he asked.
« I'm not that good. » she chuckled « I know the flavours because they told me : ripe apples, dry fruits, cereals and a small anise aftertaste. But like you, I can only taste the small sugary taste. I'm not very good yet but I'll have to be, if I'm supposed to be at the head of the business one day with my husband. »
« That's why you wanted me to taste ? » he asked with a sly smile « you're preparing me ? »
« Maybe. » she winked and they laughed together.
Midori's husband... Nope. He was dating her alright but never would he go to that length with a girl he didn't even love. Still, that business was running well, it could be a nice plan to live comfortably one day... How selfish of him to think about that when the girl was in love with him... There really was something wicked in him...
Then... Not sure how he ended up in the girl's room but here he was, on her bed, his tongue entwined with hers and his hand under her shirt, on her side. She also had her hand on his skin and it was feeling nice, this warmth. Her hand was caressing his abs and got higher, to touch his chest that was one of someone who trained diligently for several years. He wondered if he should do the same and he timidly raised his hand on her skin to rest it on her breast. He froze, wondering if she was going to get mad but she didn't, she just keep kissing him and he realised that that was it. It was now. The moment he finally will have sex with a girl. That was kinda scary but no way he could show it to her. He was her senpai, he had to look more experienced. Fuck, maybe he should have watched more porn to be sure not to embarrass himself. He squeezed her breast in his hand and she moaned in his mouth, which surprised him even if it sounded a bit forced.
« Ne, Midori-chan » he asked, releasing her mouth « you're virgin ? »
The girl blushed and adverted his gaze.
« Yes... » she muttered « but... I want the first to be you, Okita-senpai. »
« I'll be gentle. » he smiled, kissing her again.
So she was inexperienced too then. That was relieving. It meant that she probably wouldn't notice if he was a little awkward. And maybe finally having sex with a girl would help him chase Hajime out of his mind. Shit... Hajime again... Not the ideal time to think about him... Yet his kiss felt so much better against his lips, rather than this...
Stop ! Okay, so... what to do with that breast exactly ? It was firm in his hand, held up by her bra. Should he take it off ? Was it too soon ? Should he unbutton her shirt before that ? Yeah, maybe that was a better option.
Souji made her roll and brought her on top of him, getting his hands free to unbutton her school uniform shirt, from the top to the bottom. The girl was as red as her hair but she timidly did the same with him and soon, he could see her bra, a light shade of pink with a little ribbon, holding her breasts and pushing them up. He brushed her shirt off her shoulders and took back her breasts in his hands, squeezing them and making them roll in his palms. Midori moaned in response and it was making him really curious. She kissed him again as he kneaded her breasts and he felt her hand getting lower on his chest, his waist and onto his sides, exploring his body in the same way he was exploring hers. He became suddenly aware that if he were to continue that way, Midori's hand surely will touch his trousers, or even inside his trousers at some point, expecting to find a bulge. Problem was that there wasn't and Souji started to feel ashamed and afraid that he wouldn't even be able to get hard. That would be humiliating. Maybe she'd tell Chizuru... The whole school would maybe know... Without warning, he threw Midori on the side and she squealed as he nearly jumped out of her bed.
« O... Okita-senpai ?! » she asked, confused.
He looked at her, kneeling on the bed with her shirt wide open and her light pink bra, her breasts lifting themselves in rhythm with her delicate panting. How to get him out of this situation ?
« I don't think you're ready for this, Midori-chan. » he smiled while buttoning back his shirt with a bit too much haste « I don't mind waiting for a bit. » he shrugged.
« I... You think... » she stuttered, completely lost.
« You're still a kid, in here. » he said, poking her forehead « Sorry ne, but I'm only interested in women. See you at school. »
The girl opened her mouth to speak but the words got stuck in her throat and he got out with a confident smile and two fingers in the air in a victory sign
As soon as he was out of her house, he started running, first because curfew was passed and second, because it was the only thing he knew was effective to calm him down. He easily climbed the grid and got swiftly back in his room and it was only then that he stopped running. Fuck... He nearly passed for a complete idiot...
Souji...
And that voice in his head, never shutting up... Couldn't he get a bit of rest from all this shit ?
Sighing, he went to the bathroom and cleaned himself, looking down on his shaft and wondering if something was wrong with it. He could still easily picture Midori's cute face, her light pink bra, her breasts moving up and down... and he stayed completely flaccid. Maybe girls couldn't even cure him in the end...
Letting the water flow on his face, he took his shaft in hand and started to stroke it, eyes closed, imagining Midori kneeling before him with her cute curly ginger pigtails, her freckles and her emerald eyes aiming straight at him while she had his hard member in her mouth. He started to stiffen a bit while he was stroking it but the mental image changed in his mind, sapphire eyes replacing the emerald ones, long raven-like messy locks replacing the curly ginger ones... a strange version of Hajime, one with long hair tied in a side ponytail, his face flushed with a light shade of pink, his hands tied in his back with what seemed to be a scarf of some kind...
« Aah... Aah... » moaned Souji, intensifying his stroking.
Although Hajime was tied, he didn't seem to dislike it, sucking on Souji eagerly, his tongue swirling around him, applying just the right pressure to make him moan uncontrollably.
Souji put his other hand on the shower wall to help him up, his tight hand still firmly stroking but in his mind, it was weaved in Hajime's long mane, pulling slightly on it to make him understand how he enjoyed that and how he wanted more of him.
« Aah... Aaaah ! » he hissed and groaned, his seed released in his friend mouth who didn't seem to mind.
All the contrary, he swallowed it and crawled his tongue on his underside to catch every single drop of it, eyes closed as if he was tasting something incredibly sweet.
Panting, Souji opened his eyes, looking at his seed in his open hand. Really... No way to get Hajime out of his mind, uh ? Now he was even imagining him with long hair and stuff... It would suit him well though... and his mouth working on his shaft...
He shook his head and cleared his mind of this mental image. Couldn't he think about his girlfriend like any normal guy ? Will he never be able to get hard for a female ? That was kinda terrifying, to be that deviant, especially when the only person he loved wasn't loving him back.
He rubbed his body with the soap and got out, a towel on his hair. He jumped on his bed and looked at the ceiling for a time, trying to picture Midori and get aroused by her, without success. Hajime was always coming back in his mind, his hands tied in his back with that white scarf, his long hair, his deep blue eyes, burning with a cold flame of lust. He became hard again and stroke himself under the covers, hoping it'll help him find sleep.