Chapter 4: The first one
He blows a pink bubble gum bubble. He's been watching the baseball game from across campus. It's Kasumi's turn to bat and Gojou and Getou watch her as they eat lunch. Satoru sticks a straw in his orange juice and pops it into his mouth. He sucks silently as he watches Kasumi's slender legs wandering around the field in shorts, walks to her position and grips the bat tightly in her hands.
"How's the tutoring going?" Suguru asks after taking a bite of his tuna and egg sandwich.
Hearing his question, Satoru's face lights up almost immediately and he's unable to control his smile at the mere mention of his tutoring. Of course, this is not lost on him; Suguru watches with intrigue at the way his smile unexpectedly widens and continues before letting him answer his question. "Why are you making that sadistic face?
"Sadistic? I'm just smiling," he answers, erasing his smile.
"You're scary, you're looking at poor Miwa with that face?"
"The classes are fine," he says, avoiding explaining the way his own face sold him out. "Kasumi's a good tutor, you were right."
"I just hope you're not hitting on her, which judging by your expression is either not too far from happening... or, it has happened. She's not like the girls you mess with, did you know she's changed schools four times already since she entered high school?"
"And how do you know that?"
"Shoko mentioned it to me yesterday."
"Ah..." he answers and smiles again in a similar way in his direction, Suguru avoids him and takes a sip of his soda, "and well... what else did she say?"
"That her father is a loser, Miwa-chan didn't say it, it's something Shoko assumes."
"A loser?"
"Yes, he's been fired several times."
"And that's why I shouldn't mess with her? Is that what you're saying?"
"The poor thing isn't having the best time of her life, you idiot. Don't you realize that? Leave her alone, she's a good girl."
"What do you take me for? I don't take advantage of women," he replies and really seems to be offended, he turns his face away and then puts his gum in the wrapper to throw it away.
He had planned to mention what happened with her when he had the chance, alone, away from the school. But upon hearing his words he decides it's best to make this a secret between him and Kasumi. In fact, it's something he meditates on for a while and realizes that it only makes it more exciting.
The bell rings and he walks quietly back along with Suguru to his next class. Kasumi is slow to return and Satoru imagines her in the locker room, putting on her high school uniform. He wonders what kind of underwear she will be wearing today and if it will have any prints like the one from that time. She arrives with the rest of the girls, takes a seat in front of him and he stares at her ponytail.
"You played very well today, Miwa," Suguru congratulates her and she turns around smiling, although she still has trouble looking Gojou in the eyes.
"You're a good hitter," Satoru comments and she blushes.
"I didn't know you were watching the game," she replies and nods, grateful for their compliments.
"We see them from time to time, Satoru likes to see the girls in shorts."
Getou smirks mischievously and looks out of the corner of her eye at Satoru. Gojou is about to pull the black lock of his hair when the teacher enters the classroom and everyone falls silent.
"Idiot..." he whispers to him when Miwa turns around.
He spends the rest of the class just mentally recreating what happened in their last tutoring, when the heat starts to rise inside his body he looks out the window and tries to change his train of thought. He breathes in, thinks of something unpleasant and tries to go back to class, but it becomes too difficult.
Kasumi seems to avoid him, the embarrassment is so great that she dreads their next encounter and mentally questions herself how the tutoring ended that way again. The truth is, she doesn't know why she falls for his trickery or why she finds his words so convincing.
The bell rings after a couple more classes, initiating the second recess of the day. Suguru rises from his seat and looks at Satoru, waiting for him to join him.
"I have to talk to Kasumi-chan," he says, "I'll see you later."
Suguru's expression makes it obvious that he suspects something, he knows him too well not to. However, he moves away and as Miwa gathers her things to leave for one of her clubs, she feels the desk behind her creeping in her direction.
Suddenly a breath caresses her cheek, Satoru leans in her direction with the intention of whispering something in her ear. Miwa feels a hand on her back and her body freezes in place, the straps of her briefcase clutched tightly between her small hands. Her heart leaps out of her chest in a single bound and her lips tighten into an awkward line.
"Are you wearing the panties with hearts today?" he whispers, "Or will you wear them tomorrow for me?"
Kasumi looks at the rest of her classmates, as if hoping they had all heard what was audible only to her. However, no one turns in her direction. Everyone chats and walks out of the classroom without paying attention to them and suddenly all she can hear is the intense beating of her heart.
She turns alertly to Gojou, stammering a reply when she suddenly feels the straps of her bra falling over her shoulders and realizes that Satoru unfastened her bra. She instinctively wraps both arms around herself and looks at him with a completely embarrassed face and wide eyes.
Before answering his question, she runs off in the direction of the bathroom.
Satoru smirks and gets up from his desk shortly after, walks slyly following the steps he presumes Kasumi has taken and whistles as he reaches the women's restroom. He looks up and down the hallway and, once clear, enters. A single door remains closed and he assumes she's there, pushes it gently and hears her voice on the other side. She was so upset that she had forgotten to put the latch on and squeals, both hands behind her back when she sees Satoru enter with a wide grin on his face.
Gojou enters, sits on the toilet and puts the latch on. Miwa watches him in horror and puts her arms across her chest again, she hasn't even managed to fasten her bra.
"W-What are you doing? Someone can see you," she whispers in alarm, and he grabs her around the waist and forces her to sit on his lap.
"No one saw me come in, relax Kasumi-chan. Don't be afraid."
Gojou rests his chin on Kasumi's tits and looks into her eyes. Miwa's face burns, her heart beating wildly inside her and she rests both hands on Satoru's shoulders trying to push him away from her, but she doesn't succeed. Her body freezes as she hears the bathroom door open and someone walking. They both remain silent, until that student closes the door of the adjoining bathroom.
He raises a hand and rests his index finger on his lips, telling her to be quiet, and Miwa purses her lips again. A sparkler sounds a couple of times on the other side, a complaint, the sound of the sparkler again, and after a few seconds they both clearly breathe in the smell of cigarettes.
"It must be Shoko," Satoru whispers in her ear.
Miwa feels Gojou's hand on her back, wandering under the fabric of her uniform and makes a gigantic effort not to let out a single sigh from between her lips. His large hands cover her entire back and she looks into his eyes as he wanders under the fabric and suddenly, he changes his expression. His grin is beaming mischief as he decides to change course over Miwa's soft skin and stretches his thumbs over her ribs. Kasumi shudders and her breathing quickens. Satoru sinks his chin back onto her chest and slowly squeezes her bare breasts between both hands.
The bathroom fills with grayish smoke, Satoru squeezes her tits and plays with her nipples with his thumbs while still watching the expression on Kasumi's face. His own body responds quickly and she notices, she tries to get up when she feels it, when Gojou's erection presses against her underwear. But before long she notices that her body temperature rises and with it the throbbing of her erogenous zone. Miwa's chest rocks hard and Satoru relaxes his hands on her skin to lift her uniform. She's about to scream, but doesn't, stifles the scream in her throat and watches him as he reveals her bare chest, bra dangling from her arms.
Marveling, Satoru looks at her erect nipples and bites his lips. This is too exciting to stop and he opens his mouth, stretches out his tongue and watches Miwa out of the corner of his eye as he gives one of her breasts a lick.
Kasumi covers her mouth to keep back her moans, but fails in the attempt and lets out a pitiful sound.
"Hey, are you okay?" Shoko says from the other side, still smoking her cigarette.
"Y-Yes!" replies Kasumi a little too enthusiastically and Satoru holds back his laughter, though it doesn't take long for him to ignore the exchange and goes back to savoring one of her breasts. He squeezes her nipple between his teeth and tugs gently, moves his hips underneath her, aiming straight for her pussy. Then he lowers one of his hands to her ass and squeezes it against him.
Shoko stands up, tosses the cigarette into the toilet and sits down to pee. They both hear the splash landing on the toilet bowl and Satoru sinks his face back down between Miwa's tits to hide his laughter.
"You have any toilet paper?"
Satoru takes the paper and leaves it between the two toilets, she takes it, they hear her unroll it and put it back down. Gojou reaches out to put it back in place and Shoko flushes the toilet before leaving. They both wait attentively for the door to close and hearing it, Miwa tries to get out from between his arms, but Satoru holds her tightly.
"Stop, they are going to find us..." she whispers scandalized.
"Don't tell me it doesn't turn you on," he says, amused. He lifts her skirt and stretches his long fingers over Miwa's underwear. You're soaking wet," he says, smiling.
"I have to go..." she says, pressing his shoulders.
"Shall we continue tomorrow?"
"Y-Yes..."
Kasumi has no idea why she has agreed, but this seems to be enough for Satoru to let her go. Miwa stands up and arranges her uniform. Gojou stands up and in an instant fastens her bra.
"You go out first, I'll be out in a while."
Miwa nods and desperately exits the bathroom, deeply embarrassed by the baser instincts that begin to consume her. She stops at the turn of a corridor to catch her breath. Gojou seems to have the ability to do with her as he pleases and she lacks the strength to stop him. At times she wonders why she can't stop him, whether she really likes what he does too much, or what he is capable of doing unabashedly. And perhaps this is what attracts her to him, what makes him magnetic. It is what she herself cannot be, what is not in her nature.
With her face still ablaze with flames she reaches her next club and tries to push the murkiest thoughts out of her mind. She deeply envies Gojou's ability to behave naturally at all occasions, she could use some of that quality right now, as she feels her body still tingling in her most intimate places. She has a hard time not re-imagining the rubbing of their bodies, and eventually a classmate ends up asking her if she doesn't have a fever, as her face is still flushed half an hour later.
The next day, as she is getting out of the shower and getting ready for school, she looks at the underwear she has ready for today. She meditates on it as she has never done before. The question Satoru whispered to her the day before, even a day later, manages to make her face boil. Does he really want her to wear those panties today? Or was he just teasing her? More importantly, if she wears them... would it result in an implied form of consent? Is she implying to him that she wants him to touch her if she wears them?
Miwa is not sure of the answer to any of these questions, nor is she sure what she wants. Her body, on the other hand, knows it well. There is a certainty that is born in every encounter, when she kisses him, when she spreads her legs to allow him to touch her, when she contracts and moans with pleasure. However, it is not what she expected for herself.
For a long time now, she hasn't had enough time to devote to getting to know someone, she doesn't know how many times she's turned down a date for work, for taking care of her siblings, or simply to study or attend her clubs. And, for quite some time, she has begun to doubt whether she will eventually have the time to do so.
Satoru has skipped the steps that were essential for her to get to first base. He has run over them like a wrecking machine. The truth is that otherwise she would most likely arrive at college a virgin, if she saves enough to pay for it, if she doesn't get a scholarship.
Thinking too much about it makes her feel foolish, she puts on her panties and puts on her uniform to go to school. Again, Satoru behaves as if nothing; she overhears him chatting with Suguru and Shoko behind her as she goes over her geography homework. They plan to go to a movie next weekend and he treats them all from his pack of gum. He leaves for recess and then returns laughing, annoys Nanami with the same movie invitation and then sits behind her again.
By the fourth hour, Miwa feels a paper fly over her shoulder and land on the book she is reading. She looks over her shoulder and meets Gojou's mischievous smile. Then she returns to the ball of paper, unwraps it and reads.
'Are you wearing them or not?'
Kasumi puts the paper in her pocket and glances sideways at Shoko, fearing she has read Satoru's message, but she types over her cell phone and a pink bubble bursts over her lips. No one is paying attention to her.
She ignores him, though she knows he will eventually ask her to her face during her next tutoring... which will be in a few hours.
As the last bell rings, she hears his voice behind her.
"Shall we go, Kasumi-chan?" he asks with that sly smile again.
"Go ahead," she says, trying not to stutter. "I have something to do," she lies and Satoru's smile fades, he lifts his shoulders and lowers the corners of his lips.
"As you wish, I can wait for you tho."
"N-No! No! It's okay, I don't want to delay you."
"You're not."
"She already told you no, Satoru. Don't be one of those jerks who won't take no for an answer," Suguru interrupts, putting away his books.
"Be careful, Miwa," Shoko warns her, "Satoru can be very impertinent. Maybe she wants to see her science club partner before she leaves and you're here, wasting her time," she comments, turning in his direction.
"Hey! You're making me sound creep. I'm not like that, if Kasumi-chan wants to say hi to her science club friend she can. I don't care," he comments and gets up from his desk, "I'm going now, see you later."
She sees him leave and pull Suguru's hair, undoing his hairstyle. He complains and chases after him and she offers to clean up the classroom with a small group of classmates, just to waste some time and not run into Satoru again. And, even though this makes no sense, since she will eventually have to see him alone again, she prolongs their date as long as possible.
After sweeping the classroom, she goes to the bathroom and washes her face with cold water. Satoru hasn't even touched her and she already feels her body heat up just imagining seeing him again. She looks at herself in the mirror with particular attention, checks her hairstyle, looks for imperfections in her skin and then wonders why she's so interested in her appearance. It's probably because she wants this boy to like her, she confesses to herself and sighs, grabs her things and leaves the school for the Gojou family's opulent mansion.
Once in front of the door, she hesitates. She raises her right hand to ring the bell and pauses, then puffs out her chest, as if filling it with courage, and finally rings it. She swallows saliva, adjusts her hairstyle, checks her clothes, and looks ahead again agitated when Gojou opens the door and leans against it.
Gojou's gaze, behind the dark glasses, hides slight resentment. He somehow knows that she is avoiding him and the idea that she has really gone to see that other boy bothers him more than he is willing to admit.
"You made it," he tells her and she nods smiling. He steps aside and leaves a space between him and the wall for her to pass through. And as she crosses the door frame, Kasumi begins to feel like prey. She walks stiffly with Satoru's eyes glued on her bare neck, where fragile locks of light blue hair fall.
"Your father..." Miwa begins, "is he still traveling?"
"That's right..." answers Gojou, copying her steps to his room.
He pushes the door and she crosses the threshold again under his watchful eye. It becomes even exhausting to pretend that she's calm, that the way he looks at her doesn't disturb her and that her heart hasn't been beating out of her chest since she arrived.
She puts her things on the table and sits down, then he does the same and rests his face on one hand. He is a picture of annoyance, Miwa notices it quickly but doesn't dare ask him why he is so upset; she senses it.
"Do you want to do a general review? That would be good, so we can find out what your weak points are and we can strengthen them. I'm sure you'll do very well in the exam, you've improved a lot since the first class. What other subject do you want to continue with after that? I brought a couple of books that we could study in case..."
"Take a breath, Kasumi-chan. You'll get the hiccups."
"Am I talking too much?" she asks and tries to laugh.
"Are you nervous about being alone with me again? Don't mind Suguru and Shoko, I know how to take no for an answer."
"I... I didn't pay attention to their comments."
"But you were avoiding me, weren't you?"
"Well..."
"I knew it!" He replies with a frown, "Kasumi, you don't have to be so nervous. Didn't you have a good time the last few classes?"
"Y-yes..." she answers in a barely audible whisper and sinks her face without looking him in the eyes. "It's just that... the truth is that I didn't imagine that something like this could happen."
"Didn't you? Well, we haven't done much either... we just fooled around a bit, nothing important. Don't you want to do it again?"
Kasumi doesn't know what to answer to his question, she simply blushes and manages to hold his gaze for a while until she glues her blue eyes back on the cover of a book on the table.
Suddenly, Gojou smiles. He crawls on the floor and settles behind her. Miwa sees Satoru's long legs on the sides of hers, looks down at his bare feet and a sigh unexpectedly escapes her throat as she feels Gojou's hands wrap around her belly. He rests his chin on her shoulder and watches her out of the corner of his eye.
"If you say no, I can accept it. I'm not going to like it very much, of course. In fact, I think it've helped me a lot with studying. You're a good tutor, Kasumi-chan," he remarks regaining his spirits, squeezing her against his chest.
Miwa shivers in his hands. A suffocating wave of heat floods over her extremely quickly, her heart is pounding and she feels her face go up in flames.
"But you haven't said no..." he continues, stretching his neck, touching her cheek to his. "Is it because you're a virgin? Don't you want your first time to be with me?"
"I..." she begins shyly, the words stopping inside her mouth and struggling to organize them before she lets them out, "I always thought that... it would be something special."
"Special? I guess that's a girl thing, but what's so special about it, really? If you think about it, what is virginity? Is it the first time you've been penetrated? Or the first time you've had an intimate encounter? If so, you're no longer a virgin, and if penetration depends on a penis, I'm sure there must be someone out there with one as long as my fingers, and with these two," he says, extending his index and ring fingers in front of her, "I've already penetrated you several times. Doesn't that count? Of course, I have to warn you that mine is bigger..."
"Uhm... Well, I don't know, I guess you're right in a way... but... it would feel like the first time anyway."
"And I'm not worthy to be the first?"
"It's not that... maybe I'm just not ready."
"Ah... well, that's another story. But, there's a lot of things we can keep doing until you're ready..." he says, spreading his hands on Kasumi's thighs. "Are you wearing them?"
"Uhm..." she hesitates, watching Gojou's long fingers burying themselves between her legs. "Y-yes..."
"You are?!" he exclaims excitedly. "I didn't think you'd bring them, you're such a good girl, Kasumi-chan. Let me see..."
"W-Wait..." she stammers, her eyes closing almost automatically as she feels his fingers approaching her underwear. "Shouldn't we... study?"
"No, not now. My mind is elsewhere... Besides, what we're doing helps me stay focused and I really have to pass that English exam," he replies in an animated tone, burying his hands between Miwa's pale thighs.
Kasumi seems to try to put up some resistance with the suggestion to study, but truth be told, she can't find the strength to close her legs and soon sighs when Gojou's fingers reach her underwear. He smiles to himself and then bites his lips, touches on the fabric that slowly starts to get wet with each drawing he traces with his fingertips.
"Gojou-kun," comes out of her mouth like a plea.
"Why don't you call me by my first name?" he asks, dragging the tip of his nose over Miwa's soft neck.
Kasumi startles, an intense shiver raises the hairs on her neck and a shy moan lets itself be heard when he licks her earlobe. Gojou's warm tongue wraps around her ear and then he closes his teeth and pulls with intentional slowness. Miwa discovers Satoru's other hand prowling under her uniform, delineating a gentle path across her ribs then squeezing her against his chest.
"S-Satoru-kun," she replies, her voice cracking, broken between sighs.
"Now, I want to see your underwear..." he says and brings both hands to Miwa's hips, under the skirt and starts to pull the fabric, but Kasumi suddenly closes her legs, knocking her knees together. She opens her eyes wide and her mouth as she lets out a shriek.
"Satoru-kun!" she shouts in alarm and hears him laugh.
"I'm just going to look at them, Kasumi-chan..."
"Please... you're embarrassing me."
"Oh, don't be so shy," he whispers against her ear, "It won't be the first time I've seen them..."
Kasumi turns her face to Gojou's, finds a slight smile curving his lips and such a calm look that she couldn't believe what he's doing if she wasn't seeing it with her own eyes. He lifts his chin a few inches and bumps his nose against Miwa's small one. Her legs go slack as he kisses her and touches her teeth with the tip of his tongue.
Gojou's such a good kisser that for a moment she manages to forget that he's slowly removing her panties. He moves his tongue inside her mouth and lets her feel the sweet taste of some candy he ate before she came. So delicious and moist it takes her breath away and before she knows it he lifts her legs to pull her underwear off.
Drunk on him, Kasumi looks deeply embarrassed at her wet panties laid out in front of her and with horror sees him put them in his pocket.
"As a souvenir..." he says amused. He looks at Miwa with tenderness, covering her boiling face with both hands and hugs her to his chest. "Kasumi-chan, you're so sweet. Are you too embarrassed? Don't worry, I'll give them back to you later... Now... can you open your legs for me?"
Dizzy, heart pounding, her crotch on fire, she spreads her legs apart. A deep blush tinges her cheeks, a little from the heat and a little from the embarrassment that comes over her as she agrees to his request. But there is something very particular and compelling about Gojou's tone that reaches her ears like velvet. The very tone of his purring laughter on her ear excites her and she becomes prey to her own body. Kasumi spreads her legs and, with bated breath, sees Satoru's hand caress her inner thighs. His gentle movements stop just before reaching her sex, like an intentional torture. She can almost imagine the wicked way he smiles as he scatters light kisses over her neck, even feeling her squirm in his arms from the anticipation of the sensation of his fingers caressing her lower lips.
Satoru feels his body pumping under his pants. Every inch of Miwa's skin he roams over stimulates him more and more. And the thought that Miwa wore those panties that morning with him in mind excites him all too much. Within seconds he''s stiff as a rock, thrusting on his classmate's small ass.
A beautiful moan comes from Kasumi's lips when finally Gojou rests his fingertips on her pussy. Miwa shudders and he presses his throbbing cock against her skirt.
"My tutor is wet," he comments, delighted by her moans.
Her clit swells in no time, after a gentle massage and a subtle back and forth between their bodies. Kasumi spreads her legs further and further apart and seems to be waiting for him to stick his fingers in just as he did last time.
Satoru hears his name being uttered as a plea and his heart leaps out of his chest, pounding as hard as his crotch.
He draws a circle over her wet slit and waits for the reaction, waiting for Miwa's sweet moans. When he slips his index finger in, she stretches her back against his chest and cranes her neck over his shoulder. Satoru watches in fascination and gently penetrates her with one finger, stretching her sex to give him entry to the second.
Kasumi manages to regain her composure for a slight moment and observes with curiosity and shame Gojou's hands between her legs. She sees the fingers bathed in a translucent liquid, playing with her clitoris until she simply cannot keep still.
"If you keep moving like that, I'm going to fuck you," warns Satoru and Miwa turns around scared. "Easy, it's a way of saying..." he comments and continues his manual labor to distract her. "Keep moving like that, Kasumi-chan..."
Kasumi's ass wiggles on Gojou's pelvis and he follows the movement until he feels his cock dripping under his pants. He sticks two fingers in and searches for somewhere inside Miwa's flesh and stretches his tongue to lick her neck. He wishes he had more hands to grope her tits and pull her clothes off, but if he lets go, he wouldn't be able to hold her tight against his body.
Gojou lifts his fingers as Kasumi seems about to finish. He watches his long fingers soaked in Miwa's fluids and is tempted.
"Do you want to know what you taste like?"
"What? N-no..." she replies slightly confused.
"Come on, it's not that bad," he says and puts a finger to his mouth to Kasumi's perplexed look, "You taste good."
Miwa's whole-body throbs by the time Gojou bends his fingers over her lips. And, although she has just rejected him, Kasumi lacks the strength to refuse. She opens her mouth and he slips his fingers in, caressing her tongue. Miwa embarrassedly tastes the flavor of her own fluids and hears Gojou snort behind her. She licks his fingers intoxicated with the idea that he likes this, that she is indulging Gojou's desires.
"Good girl," he says, imagining the feel of that warm tongue on his dick.
His cock pulsates under his pants, Kasumi moves her head and tongue as if she's giving oral sex to his fingers, and he squeezes her against his chest and pulls his fingers out before cumming in his boxers.
For a moment he convinces himself that he'll be able to get it in, as she seems more willing than she says. Maybe, if he turns her on enough she'll end up telling him yes, that she wants him to fuck her. And with that thought in mind he stands up and lifts her off the floor in his arms to carry her to the bed.
She looks confused and alert, stretches out on the bed as she sees him settling between her legs and looks disgruntled when she realizes she has gotten down on his knees. She closes her legs again, Gojou can't waste a moment as at the slightest moment of lucidity she does the same thing again. Kasumi always closes her legs when she is afraid of what might happen.
He smiles again. He caresses her legs and rests his chin on his knees while looking into her eyes.
"Easy... I'm just going to do something we talked about before, you know... about doing other things... Do you know what a tongue feels like down there?"
Miwa vehemently denies, covering her pubis with both hands.
"Please don't look at me..." she begs him with a completely reddened face. "I'm too embarrassed."
"Huh? But you've seen me."
"I know, but..."
Satoru slides a hand over the curve of her ass and finds Miwa's sex squeezed between her legs. Kasumi moans as she feels a finger prowling at her still wet entrance, the finger wet with her own saliva feels even better than before. Kasumi's knees waver and she ends up agreeing, she slowly drops onto the bed and looks away as she spreads her legs for him.
Gojou takes a good look at Miwa's cunt, smiles again and caresses it, exposing her swollen clitoris.
"How pretty," he whispers to her, "pink and soft. I love it."
Before Miwa manages to articulate some plea to stop saying things that only embarrass her more, Gojou leans his face against one of Kasumi's legs and breathes in the scent of her sex, caresses and separates her lips and then stretches out his tongue to touch the tip of her clit. He looks up and watches carefully every reaction, every contraction between Miwa's eyebrows and listens intently to the moans that begin to come softly from her throat.
Satoru murmurs against her sex, delighted again by the taste of Miwa's fluids. He drenches her with his saliva and slides his soft, wet tongue up and down her sex. He slips his tongue into her slit and stimulates her most sensitive spot with his finger, gripping her ass with his free hand to hold her still in place.
Kasumi clutches at the sheets and lets out the most intense moans of her life. She has never felt anything like this before, there is no comparison to fingers. She gets wetter and wetter, hotter and sweatier. She stretches her neck and at times she feels like she has to escape from him, she has to crawl on the mattress to stop him stimulating her or else she will simply explode.
After tasting her for a few minutes, Satoru is forced to hold her hips with both arms and sucks and licks her clit until he feels her convulsing under his hands. Miwa's legs pressed against his face as he continues to lick her, though it becomes apparent that she's done, when Miwa's moans become so loud and shameless that his own cock feels about to explode.
Gojou releases her as she falls limply onto the bed trying to catch her breath. He feels slightly satisfied just watching her breathe with her gaze lost in the ceiling. It makes him feel powerful, the idea of being the first man to ever give Miwa an orgasm thrills him. He's even more thrill at the idea of being the first one.
Confused and tired, Kasumi closes her eyes, but opens them suddenly when she hears Satoru's zipper. She raises her knees again and closes her legs, terrified to see his erection peeking out over his pants.
"What are you doing?" she asks, regaining consciousness.
"You're so wet, I don't think it'll hurt."
"N-No..." she answers, her voice hanging by a thread.
"No?" he asks in a disappointed tone and sighs. His plan didn't work and he groans, the sound rumbles hoarsely in his throat and he looks at her again with a saddened look on his face. However, it doesn't last long. "Well, I guess I have to be a little creative... Just close your legs," he says, taking her thighs in his hands to push them against Kasumi's belly.
"What are you going to do?" she asks, her voice still trembling.
"Calm down... I'm not going to put it in if you don't want me to," he answers, wetting his fingers with saliva and then his cock to bury it between Kasumi's thighs.
Embarrassed, she sees the head peek out and moans. Her body throbs again, she feels Satoru's legs clinging to hers and the heat emanates in her lower belly again.
"I'm just going to move a little..." he comments and begins to push on her legs.
Kasumi feels the tip of his cock slap against her navel after each thrust and moans as if he is actually penetrating her. He buries himself and mumbles with his mouth closed. Intrigued, she looks at his flushed face; he bites his lips and smiles from time to time, closes his eyes as if pretending to concentrate all his senses on the rubbing of his cock against the velvety skin of Kasumi's legs. Before long it becomes intense, each thrust clapping, Kasumi's ass wet with their fluids, the comforter beneath her body moistening. The bed squeaks softly and she lies back to watch him thrust again and again until he lets out a soft moan and frowns. His hips contract and she watches him shudder, his arms fall to Kasumi's sides and he holds onto the mattress, thrusting hard as Miwa feels his cum dripping onto her abdomen. Kasumi moans as if he's really inside her, just moans because she's turned on by everything Satoru does.
Before long he falls limp on her side trying to control his breathing. Kasumi remains motionless on the mattress listening to her student's deep breaths. She doesn't even look up to see her wrinkled uniform and the thick drops lying on her navel.
"Now we can," he says with a sigh. "Now we can study."