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Chapter Seven: Accidents Can Happen
The day passed quickly. Before I knew it, classes ended, club time commenced, and I was ready to implement my plan.
When I stepped through the club room door, however, butterflies flooded my stomach. It took me several attempts to open my bookbag. When I tried to play chess with Koizumi, my hands shook and my heart raced like a sports car.
Worst-case scenarios kept floating into my brain. What if my plan backfired? What if it worked too well? What would happen to my manhood? Was I an idiot for not wanting to have an irresistible dick?
Sensing my state of mind, Mikuru served me a cup of her special Kahlua brew — a blend of tea and a shot of alcohol-infused creamer.
The spiked tea tasted awesome. Downing a full cup took the edge off my nerves.
"Hey." Haruhi sniffed the air. "What smells so good?" She rose. "Can I have some of that, Mikuru?"
As Haruhi approached the tea station, I rushed toward the door. "I'll be back in a jiff," I said. "I need to go downstairs to check on something." Before Haruhi could complain, I bolted down to the first floor. I chose the perfect fire alarm. Out of the way, next to a janitorial closet, the red lever avoided the view of security cameras.
I checked the time — fifteen minutes to closing — and pulled the lever. Alarm bells screeched. Soon after, everyone shuffled outside. I hid in the closet as students filed past.
With the building empty, I jogged up the stairs, snuck back into the club room, and locked the door. Then I parked in Haruhi's commander's chair and fired up her computer. The sweet smell of Mikuru's Kahlua tea still powerfully perfumed the air. Haruhi must have had several cups of it.
After cycling through a few of her favorite passwords, I broke into her account. I navigated to her images folder and found the pictures she'd taken of Mikuru on that fateful day.
They looked spectacular. The sexy blue nylon swimsuit hugging the redhead's shapely body left little to the imagination. I lowered my zipper to let my erection rise skyward.
I stroked myself from time to time as I shifted from one picture to the next. Arms folded under breasts, bending over looking backward, wrists crossed overhead — photographer Haruhi Suzumiya knew her poses well.
Damn, these shots are hot.
I felt a climax approaching.
Stop it. Too soon. Too soon.
I closed my eyes, blanked my mind, and took a deep breath. I needed to keep my arousal level in the safe zone — sufficiently hard but not too close to making a mess. That's how I needed Haruhi to find me.
I considered climaxing the moment she stepped through the door, but mucking up her desk, keyboard, and monitor in her presence was probably overkill. Besides, I didn't have a porn star's ejaculatory self-control to pull it off.
Maintaining the perfect level of arousal proved more difficult than expected. The poses Haruhi ran Mikuru through, one sexier than the next, made my dick throb with anticipation. My erection felt like a gun on a hair-trigger about to fire. I needed relief badly.
But I had to hold on.
After viewing the last picture in a folder labeled 'Speedo,' I glanced at the clock. It read one minute to closing time. I checked the side of Haruhi's desk. Her book bag still hung there. According to plan, Mikuru, Yuki, Koizumi had taken all their stuff with them, and they'd head home now, letting Haruhi return to the club room alone.
Those swimsuit shots had prepared me. My dick was rock hard.
I glanced at the door, then at the picture gracing the monitor — a profile shot of Mikuru bent forward, her back arched, her breasts stretching their nylon encasement to its limits.
Bring it on, Suzumiya. I imagined the look on the brigade leader's face when she found me sitting here, gazing at the sexy shot. I had all the answers to her questions ready to go.
Why was I here? I got back early.
How did I get into her PC? She left it on.
Why was I looking at the Mikuru pictures? I ran into them by accident while searching for web site files.
The end-of-club bell rang, but still no Haruhi. My anxiety flared up again, and my erection waned.
Shit. I needed to stay hard, but the profile shot wasn't doing it for me anymore. I needed a new angle.
I scanned the file list and found a folder labeled 'S-D.' What's the hell does S-D mean? Double-clicking the folder revealed a video file labeled "Shower Dance." No way. I started the video. My jaw fell open.
There, in the boy's gym locker room, dressed in her sexy blue Speedo, Mikuru Asahina stood in the streams of several showers. It looked like Haruhi had started them all.
"Dance around a bit, girl. You look awesome." Haruhi's directions played through the computer's speakers. When Mikuru followed them, my dick instantly hardened. "Give me a sexy smile."
"But what if a boy steps in?" Mikuru asked.
"No one's going to come in for at least an hour. It's perfectly safe. I guarantee it."
"Well… okay." The redhead gave the camera a sexy smile and undulated her hips.
"Nice, nice, Mikuru. You're a natural. Now turn up the heat."
The redhead squinted. "Should I turn on more hot water?"
"You're in the boy's locker room shower. You know what to do."
"Can you give me a hint?" Mikuru asked.
"Pretend they're here and watching you. Then get naked and lather up."
Mikuru's eyes widened. She pulled her arms over her chest and froze. "No way."
The camera shook when Haruhi lowered it to waist level. She now held it by the lens. "I swear I won't take a single picture. I simply want you to get some modeling practice. Come on, let's have some fun. It's just us girls here."
True to her word, Haruhi was no longer taking pictures. She'd switched the camera to video mode.
"But what if the boys actually come?"
"Then they'll get the show of their life."
After considering Haruhi's words, a sly smile formed on Mikuru's face and she hooked her thumbs into her swimsuit's shoulder straps. "Okay."
I drooled as Mikuru slowly and sexily pulled the nylon off of her body and down her legs. Though I'd seen her naked in my dreams and fondled her breasts in real life, her performance took me to another level.
"That's awesome, Mikuru. Now soap up your ass."
Oh, shit. I felt a climax rushing on and I couldn't stop it. Worse yet, I had nowhere to expel my load.
I scanned the room. Several dish towels sat on the shelf near the tea station. I rose, pulsating shaft in hand, and used all my willpower to keep from coming before I reached those towels.
As I approached with my free arm outstretched, my feet slid out from under me. My butt hit the floor, followed soon after by my back and skull.
When the birds flying in formation around my head flew away, I found myself flat on my back, the soles of my feet facing the door, my rock-hard dick at attention pointing up at the ceiling. My palms patted the sticky, slippery liquid coating the ground. When I glanced to my left, I saw the Kahlua cream bottle on a saucer on the shelf, slowly leaking.
No wonder it smelled so good in the club room. Most of the contents of the Kahlua cream bottle had seeped onto the floor. I hadn't noticed the puddle because I'd gone directly to Haruhi's desk along the other side of the table after entering.
On the bright side, the shock of falling flat on my ass stifled my urge to climax somewhat.
The doorknob rattled. Haruhi Suzumiya's silhouette darkened the door's smoked-glass window before the door swung open.
Haruhi surveyed the scene. "Kyon?" Her eyes bulged when she saw my penis. "What the hell is going on?" She took a step toward my erection.
Then her feet hit the Kahlua puddle.
Her legs slid to and fro as she tried to maintain her balance. Her arms flailed to the sides like helicopter blades as her momentum carried toward me. When she separated her feet to avoid stepping on my knees, her legs kept spreading, sliding in the puddle, as if she were performing a cheerleading split.
Gravity was drawing Haruhi down on top of me, and I couldn't stop it. The trajectory of her bum was an arc heading straight for the tip of my shaft. Knowing my dick would soon be compressed like an accordion — that is, if it didn't break — I closed my eyes and braced for impact.
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Let me digress for a moment to share what happened in the club room right after I left.
As I mentioned earlier, when Haruhi got a whiff of my Kahlua tea, she wanted a cup of her own. In fact, she got up to see how Mikuru mixed the ingredients. As Mikuru demonstrated, Haruhi grabbed the Kahlua bottle that had been sitting on the stool and set it on the shelf. Then she flipped up her skirt and sat down on the stool — right in the middle of a puddle of Kahlua cream.
"Don't sit there," Mikuru warned, three seconds too late.
Haruhi had drenched her panties. Being her immodest self, she stood, stripped off her underwear, and wiped her sticky bare bum with a wet cloth. She faced the opposite side of the room while cleaning herself under her skirt, so no private parts reached Koizumi's view. Lastly, she stuffed her wet panties in her bag.
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Haruhi's bottom descended toward my spike.
Like a golf ball sailing toward a hole-in-one, her bare bum's trajectory was flawless. My dick speared her vagina perfectly as her butt cheeks bounced on my thighs. Being suddenly enveloped by Haruhi's wonderfully snug love canal was more than I could bear. Thanks to a mixture of dread followed instantly by relief, I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life. I spurted and spurted and spurted.
"Oh, my," Haruhi squealed as her womb filled with seed. It soon overflowed.
When my spurts subsided, Haruhi tucked in her nearly horizontal legs and straddled me cowgirl style. Semen seeped out of her love canal down her thighs.
"Oh, my." Her eyes blinked rapidly. "What just happened?"
"You slipped and fell in the puddle of Kahlua cream," I replied, "right after I did."
"What the hell, Kyon?" With a perplexed expression, she placed her hands on her hips. "You fucked me! Really hard. And you filled me with your sperm."
I raised my shoulder blades off the ground and looked down the length of my body. "Technically, you initiated the act."
"I did not." Haruhi shook her head, but she didn't get off the rigid penis spearing her. "I can't believe this happened. What are the odds?" She stuck her index finger into my chest. "This is all your fault."
"It is not." I pointed to her exposed private region. "I slid into you like you were expecting me. Your vagina is soaking wet."
"Of course, it is. You'd get aroused too if you had to walk around in a skirt without panties. All the guys walking on the stairs ahead of me could have seen everything if they'd known to turn around. On top of that, the wind outside kept blowing my skirt up, flashing my bottom. This fire alarm couldn't have come at a worse time." Her eyes narrowed. "So… how did you get like this?"
"I told you. I fell."
She glanced down at the base of my dick. "You know what I mean."
I told her about stumbling onto the video of Mikuru's shower dance while searching for web site files, and subsequently needing a towel. Haruhi told me about her accidentally sitting on a stool coated with Kahlua cream. As we exchanged stories, Haruhi gently rode me, expertly keeping me rock hard inside of her, far better than I ever could have managed.
When we finished sharing, she paused to think. "You're such an idiot." She forced a frown to suppress a smile. "But I suppose it is partly my fault for creating that video in the first place." Her eyes widened. "Hey, your guy just twitched inside of me."
My guy? Is this a universal thing?
I faked my best sad face. "Sorry."
Haruhi continued riding me. "Did you know that unsatiated erections are a contributing factor to a whole slew of health problems? As your concerned leader, I can't leave you like this." She shook her finger like a disappointed mom. "We've gotten past the recriminations, and you're lucky this is a safe day for me, so no harm, no foul. And we both agree this was a one-in-a-million fluke. And we won't talk about it to anyone." She bent forward. "And we especially won't ascribe any special romantic meaning to any of this because it was just an accident." Her knuckles tapped my chest. "You got that, mister?"
I nodded. "Understood."
She giggled. "You're still so hard and twitchy." She tensed her vaginal muscles, gripping me. "Okay, one more round because it's my duty as your leader, but that's it. Don't expect me to relieve you in the future."
We enjoyed our second round of sex. Actually, Haruhi's first round because she didn't come during round one. Judging from her moans during our wind-up and screams at climax, she made up for that deficiency.
After collecting herself, Haruhi dismounted and wiped herself clean, likely with the same wet towel. Then she tossed her book bag over her shoulder and strolled to the door. "When I get back here tomorrow, this place better be spotless." She tossed me the door key. "Lock up and give that back to me in homeroom."