One: Tomoko Kuroki

It started with a kiss, a touch, a moan. Thinking back, Tomoko Kuroki was still pretty young back then, a nineteen year old woman with pale skin, large jade green eyes with visible purple dark shadows underneath them. She had unkempt black hair which fell down her shoulders and covered her right eye and she was small and delicate and petite and he remembered she wore a yellow bra and black panties when they had sex for the first time.

Both of them were inexperienced, fooling around on the sofa, awkwardly making out like a bunch of horny young adults and it clearly showed in the debacle which followed there escapades. Both of them were on edge, literally, situated like they were on the sofa and when Hachiman leaned in a bit closer to take off her top, Tomoko in her excited fervor tried to speed things up a little and forgot to undo the buttons. This led to the collar getting stuck to her head and it wouldn't come off until both of them yanked it with their combined might, tearing up the fabric a little in the process.

When the two of them successfully managed to get her undressed, from the waist up at least, she had thought he would grope her breasts a little and those exact thoughts seemed to be on his mind as well. But before he could get to it, he got a little too much excited at the thought of grabbing some real breasts and in his excitement he leaned forward a bit too much and with the added extra effort, somehow managed to push them both off the sofa, landing hard on the floor with two equally loud bumps.

At the end, he did get to touch her breasts, feel the warmth, the weight, through the lines of the brassiere cups. But unfortunately she didn't appreciate falling to the floor with him hovering over her, with one of his palms on her breasts and though she pretended otherwise, he knew she brought her knee up and hit him where it hurt the most less out of accident and more out of reasons to self sabotage what was happening between them, which she didn't really mind. She even joked about whether he would appreciate if she put on a nurse outfit, check out where he was hurting and rub the pain away. It would be her pleasure, she said.

Tomoko Kuroki had a perverted sense of humour which he liked, but for now he wasn't in the joking mood. With renewed vigor and a fresh purpose in mind, he captured her lips and kept her mind preoccupied enough until he was certain that he could manage the manliest feat of lifting her up in his arms while walking on steady feet. Thankfully she had the presence of mind to wrap her legs around his waist as he carried her up to the bedroom.

But she was kissing him in the mouth and she did this thing with her tongue which made him close his eyes momentarily and let out a guttural groan and it wasn't his fault that he wasn't paying attention to where he was going. He had her in his arms, her tongue down his throat and she bucked a little which led to them colliding against the wall. Her back braced the wall with a thud, downing a picture frame in the process. His hands gripped her thighs, leaving a mark. He kept them upright while her arms encircled his neck as she continued to kiss his lips, his cheek, the underside of his jaw line, doing everything in her power to injure them physically with her wicked temptation before they could progress matters in the bedroom.

When he threw her in the bed, she bounced back to him without missing a beat, with all the graze of a hungry ferocious feline starved for forty-eight hours and then salivating at the first sight of meat and bones.

His and her hands worked in tandem, frantically undoing the buttons, the belt, the fly of his trousers. Thankfully, there was no other accident. He couldn't imagine what would have happened if his fly got stuck on something sensitive down there. He could, however, imagine, her laughing her head off at his pain and misery before tearing the flesh of his skin, doing something completely counterproductive to what they were about to do now.

But he spoke too soon. Like most inexperience men he had trouble undoing the clasp of her bra and it took a bit of fumbling and furtive instructions lost in the heat of passion and one single taunt aimed at his manhood to take off the offending piece of garment and take her in all her naked glory.

When they were devoid of clothes they gambled onto the bed and worked out the kinks in each other's figurative armour. It wasn't like in the movies or porn or adult magazines. These were two youngsters who were fooling around, who were awkward, second guessing their each and every move and taking their sweet time figuring out what they liked and didn't in this first time experience.

They were also not thinking straight. He should have known there was no need to rush things. They had all the time in the world and she wasn't going anywhere for the time being. But the sight of exposed flesh made him momentarily lose control and he almost let his full body weight ascend on her petite form. It was too much for her to take and she had to resort to punching him lightly on the chest to let him know she was not okay because her mouth was otherwise preoccupied and had no intention of stopping, whether she got crushed or not.

He wanted to remember this forever, her touch, her taste, the feel of their fingers twining on the bed sheets, how exquisite she felt underneath him, how her pupils were dilated when they met his gaze. He found her beautiful, he found her breathtaking and he wanted to let her know that she wasn't ugly, that like everyone else she could be loved, treasured and cherished. He also discovered he had a thing for her legs and later on a number of women won't lie as they describe him as a leg-man.

Tomoko meanwhile found out she liked to scrape her nails across his torso, his chest, feels his pectoral muscles move with life, respond to her touch, feel the fall and rise, indicative of a heart within and how it reciprocated her own wild pace.

Most of all, she liked her name on his lips and he liked his name on hers and as their movements on the bed picked up rhythm and their bodies became more in tune with each other, the cries, the groans, the moans seemed to become incoherent mumbles, heavy breathing more than practical speech except for the time they called out each other and took the lord's name in vain.

But they were far from being experts and though they were getting used to this new experience, as it so happened some clumsy mistakes were made. She had long, dark hair and it was splayed across the bed. There was a time he lost his momentum, almost falling on top of her and his hands landed on her hair. Afterwards, when he tried to correct his position, he yanked his hand without thinking how they were entangled in her hair and as a result was met with a shrill cry of pain.

Tomoko would call it the second most painful experience of their time together and she would never let him live it down. It was also one of the reasons why she wanted to switch things up and change positions. So far, he had taken charge and she had enjoyed it. But now it was her time to be on top and take hold of the reigns, so to speak.

Hachiman didn't mind as they rolled over on the bed. In fact, he found himself even more turned on. The way her hair cascaded down and covered her face, her breasts, it was like she was the woman enshrouded in mystery, the woman who tempted him with the light and the darkness, the perfect shade of grey to complete him, make him whole. He placed both his hands on her waist, her thighs sandwiching his abdomen and when she moved with him, he felt his voice get stuck in his throat.

He would have never understood the word tight being used in this context had he not experienced it himself.

They continued to kiss. Some were drawn out, some were little pecks. It wasn't like in the movies. It was clumsy, it wasn't perfect, but they wouldn't have it any other way. They kept at it, full of youthfulness and vigour, happy for the first time, relishing each other and thankful that they were the other's first. These two were loners, cynics, pessimists, but even then when asked they would describe their first sexual experience as something special.

It wasn't perfect. It lasted for a few minutes, twenty at most and she was nowhere near satisfied. But Tomoko Kuroki knew how to take care of such matters with her own hands. She had been doing fine so far.

But this, this was different and both of them acknowledged it when they laid naked on the bed, spent, tired, happy. He, a bit more embarrassed and she, hurting in the most pleasant of ways. They each shared a look and smiled, having nothing to say which they hadn't already conveyed through their bodies, heart, mind and soul.

They could be vulnerable, they could be frank, they could be open and -

"I need to pee." Tomoko Kuroki said.

Hachiman sighed. "Always the sweet talker, Kuroki."

A/N: I think this would be a better chapter to start a lemon series. This one was a bit harmless, but things would get more spicy in the future chapters.

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