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Tittle: Sex, Guitar, & Redfox
Genres: AU, AR, Romance, Harem, Smut, Music, College, Slice of Life, Crossover.
Hey guys welcome to my new fic!
This is going to be a smut story of Naruto with various girls from NARUTO, RWBY, FAIRY TAIL, and other anime.
So it's a Naruto harem!
Enjoy!~~
Cast:
Ruto/Naruto (Naruto), Hinata (Naruto), Hanabi (Naruto), Jaune (RWBY), Neo (RWBY), Lucy (FT), Mirajane (FT), Juvia (FT), Laxus (FT), Gray (FT), Alice (Food Wars)
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Jaune Arc and I have been best friends since we're in elementary school. We lived across the street from each other in a suburb outside Los Angeles. We were both socially awkward at that age, so we delayed introducing ourselves for many years until we had spent the day riding bikes down the cul-de-sac in tangent. Finally, I got up the courage to ask if he wanted to ride with me across some jumps constructed of newspaper and wooden board. After that, we ended up as close as brothers.
Even in the awkward stages of high school, we still maintained our friendship. He was more of a jock than me, participating in wrestling, basketball, football, track, golf, and water polo. My mother had to pressure me to do something physical, so I ended up picking track, mostly because I could run in the long marathons and zone out. When I wasn't studying or running, I spent almost every moment playing my guitar. It was my main passion and dream to be a professional classical, guitar player. Even though at that age, I really didn't understand what that meant besides playing guitar all day and getting paid for the activity.
Jaune's parents owned a small law firm that picked up steam during our years in high school. My mother was pretty blue collar. She worked as saleswoman at a local department store. Eventually, Jaune's parents did very well and were able to move into a much nicer house in the same town (to keep Jaune in the same school).
While my mother was in high school, she began a relationship with an older man and eventually became pregnant. When she told the man about the pregnancy, he left her for another woman. Her parents insisted that she abort the baby and continue her life, but my mother refused, determined to protect and raise her baby. Tensions between her and her parents eventually reached the point that she ran away and moved to California. She eventually gave birth and named the baby boy "Ruto Redfox", me.
I was very close with my mother so I spent most of my time with her. I learned great communication skills from her and also inherited her positive attitude and work ethic. I remember days when I would come into the department store and watch her work with women. She had the uncanny ability to make all of her customers laugh, smile, and buy whatever she was selling. I don't know if I ever fully learned what her secret mojo was with people, but I felt that I was able to capture the core influencing skills she had. My mom was also a shrewd business woman and gave me some advice that ended up shaping my life later on.
"Ruto," she would say, "there are only two things you need to learn to have a successful business: You have to learn how to sell things to people, and you have to learn how to keep your accounts in order. You can't learn how to sell things at school; you have to learn that on the street. But you can learn accounting and finance in school. So make sure you always pay attention in math class." I always did well in math.
Jaune was much less outgoing than I was during high school. He was definitely in better shape than I, because of the extreme amount of sports he participated in. But when it came to girls he broke into a sweat, stuttered, and turned beet red. I had no such qualms about talking to girls, and my arsenal of knowledge about girls thanks to my mother helped me land many girlfriends, kisses, and a few awkward sexual encounters.
When college rolled around, we went our separate ways for schooling. Jaune's parents were now making a great living, and he wanted to eventually join their business. He ended up getting accepted into University in Westwood to begin pre-law. As a single parent, my mother didn't have the income to pay for an upper-tier school, so I made my auditions across Nor and So Cal with high hopes of getting a full scholarship to Berkeley's School of Music. I was a great guitar player, but I couldn't really justify spending the kind of money I would need to spend for four years at one of those schools. Fortunately, I got accepted to all of them. Unfortunately, no full or partial ride; there were lots of guitar players looking for scholarships. State University it was.
The first year of school seemed to go by with agonizing slowness. I hadn't realized what it was going to be like being a music major. The classes were tougher than I'd thought. The workload was tremendous, and I felt like I spent eighty percent of my time practicing guitar, fifteen studying for core classes, and the remaining five sleeping. I still managed to find time to hang with Jaune every other weekend. His parents had put him up with a sweet apartment in Westwood, a short walk from campus. And if he ever needed to drive back home to see them, he could do it in his nice, new German sports car. I think under most circumstances, people would have been jealous of their friend, but I remembered growing up with him poor in the blue-collar suburbs where we just rode bikes all day for fun. His parents' financial success was the result of hard work, and I couldn't be jealous of that success. So when I pulled up to his chic apartment in Westwood and parked my beat-up 1984 Honda Civic next to his polished, silver BMW, I didn't feel envious… okay. Maybe a little.
Jaune's first year was as tough as mine. The jump from a high-school workload to a pre-law (he was doing an accounting/marketing double major) was larger than he expected, and he spent most of his time studying. When we hung out, it was normally at his place where we would order a pizza, watch a movie, complain about school, and talk about cute girls in our classes. Neither of us had enough time to date, so the discussion about girls was always pretty brief.
My guitar playing improved drastically every week, but I started to realize my teachers, who were all amazing guitarists, some of them more talented than I could ever hope to be, were struggling to make ends meet and provide for their families. I was never really one for material possessions, but, somewhere along the line, I thought it would be cool to own a nice house, drive a nice car, and buy expensive things for girls. Maybe Jaune's parents' material success was rubbing off on me. I realized it would be almost impossible to accomplish most of those things as a professional guitar player. Luckily, I had the support of my mother. She really encouraged me to play, and although I expressed my financial fears to her, she spoke with an infallible conviction when she told me things always work out for the best. I believed her.
Until the night she was killed.
My mom had the day off, and she had decided to go out to dinner in Santa Barbara with her friends. It was a two-hour drive from where we lived. On the way home, she was struck by a drunk driver on the 101. The car flipped and landed wrong-side down. I had gotten the call from the Highway Patrol on a night I happened to be hanging out with Jaune. I don't really recall what happened that night, but I know I cried a lot while Jaune consoled me.
The next month was a blur. Jaune's parents helped me with the legal stuff. My mother owned our house, but I wasn't able to afford the maintenance, insurance, or taxes on it, so I had to sell. She also had some money saved and a life insurance plan, so I ended up with what seemed like a huge sum of money sitting in a bank account. At least the money had a home. I felt displaced from everything. I never knew my father. My mother's parents died when I was ten years old. My mother did have a sister, but she lived in Japan. It helped to talk on the phone, but I wasn't interested in moving there to be with her. I'd only met her a few times and wasn't that familiar with her.
Jaune's parents offered to let me live with them till I felt better, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt like a black hole of despair, and I knew it would interrupt their lives if I was under their roof. I ended up renting an apartment close to school. I ended up quitting guitar. I ended up quitting school. I ended up quitting life for a time.
Until Jaune pulled me out. It was about ten months after my mother's funeral. He showed up at my apartment because I wasn't returning his or my other friend's calls and had a come-to-motherfucking-Jesus talk with me.
"Ruto, I can't possibly understand what you are going through, but I know your mom wouldn't want to see you like this. I remember she always being so positive and cheerful about everything." Or it went something like that. He yelled it at me and punched me in the face a few times, and I realized that he was right. If I didn't pick up the pieces, it would have been like we all died in that car accident.
Next semester, I was back to school. After some soul searching, I had decided to change my major to finance. While it seemed like a drastic change from music, I couldn't bring myself to touch the guitar any more. And finance involved numbers. Maybe I could become a consultant and use my charisma to get a great job? Or at least that was the hope. I had enough money to pay for Jaune's university, but I decided to stay with my old school. They had a decent business program, and I would be paying eighty percent less a semester.
As strange as it sounds, finance was a much easier path than music. I missed some time with my absence, so it ended up that I was a year behind Jaune's four year plan. I took it easy and signed up for the minimum load of classes. I still didn't touch my guitar because it made me think of my mother, but I figured that I would be drawn back to it one day.
Fast forward a year and I was almost back to my old self. I had gotten used to living on my own, and the pain of losing my mother wasn't as intense. I saw Jaune once or twice a month, and I had started dating a few girls who went to my school, nothing too serious; I wasn't fucking anyone.
Then Jaune gave me a call out of the blue. "Ruto, I need your help."
"What's up?" He never really asked for my help.
"Okay, so there is this girl… actually there are two girls."
"Whoa, Jaune! There are two girls and you are on the phone with me? Yeah, you definitely need some help." I laughed.
"Shut up and let me finish!" he said, exasperated. "Okay, in my marketing class, there are these two girls that I am running a group project with."
"Are they hot?" I interrupted.
"Holy crap, dude, let me fucking finish."
"Sorry. Please proceed."
"Okay, so one of them is smoking hot. Like, probably one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. Amazing body, great eyes, she is super smart and sassy, dude. Dude." He was getting breathless. I've talked to him enough about girls to know he was into her. He also said dude twice in a row, a sure sign of the seriousness of the situation.
"Wow, sounds great. So what about this other girl?
"She is cute. Not as amazing as Hinata, but still really cool, smart. I like her."
"The hot one is named Hinata?"
"Yeah her."
"Okay… sooooooo… What do you need my help with?" I asked a bit impatiently. I was walking through campus and had gotten to my classroom. I didn't want to have whatever conversation he wanted to have with me while I was standing in the classroom.
"Well, you are really good with girls and stuff. I like both of these girls, but Juvia seems to be into me."
"Juvia is the other girl?"
"Yeah!"
"Oh, right. So, why do you think Juvia is into you?" I asked. Students were starting to file into the room. This was one of my favorite financial analysis classes. The teacher loved me, and I didn't want to piss her off by being late.
"She just seems to talk to me more when we are working on our project. I mean, both of them are friends. I guess they have known each other for a few years and are in the same major. Hinata talks to me too, but I get so nervous around her I can't tell if she is into me. What do you think I should do?"
"Juvia is the sure thing, but Hinata is whom you really want?"
"Yeah. But, I mean I'd be happy going out with Juvia. But, if I have a chance with Hinata, I totally want her. I just think if I ask Hinata out, and she says no, then I won't have a shot with Juvia. What do you think?"
I briefly wondered if girls ever strategized about asking guys out this way, if they had some sort of statistical analysis, or if they just winged it.
"Ruto?" he asked again urgently. My professor had just walked into the room and gave me a smile.
"Class starts in a minute, Mr. Redfox. Are you going to be there?" she said. I nodded.
"Ruto? Did I lose you? Shit."
"No man, I'm still here. Okay, here's what I think: You are always going to wonder what would have happened if you'd asked the hot one out."
"Hinata?"
"Yeah, so if you ask Juvia out, you'll always wonder. So ask Hinata out and you won't have any regrets. If she says no, then you'll know. Maybe don't ask Juvia out if it feels too awkward. But, you shouldn't settle for second best if you really want something."
"Okay dude. What should I say?" He asked excitedly. Oh man. Felt like we were in high school again and I was coaching him to ask out his first date. This girl must be really awesome.
"Be honest. Tell her you like studying with her; you think she's pretty, and ask if she wants to have dinner with you. But, you'll have to let me know how it goes tomorrow. I've got a class I'm late for and then two study groups tonight. Call me tomorrow okay?" I said as I walked into the room.
"You got it. Thanks dude!"
I closed the phone as he was saying his goodbye.
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I forgot about the advice and Jaune's promise to call the next day. It was a week later that I remembered; it was midterms, and I was swamped. I called him up.
"Jaune, what happened with that girl you wanted to ask out? Did you ask out the hot one or did you bitch out and ask the other girl?"
I was sitting in my apartment on a Friday night finishing up class selection for the next semester. Yeah, yeah, I should have been out on the town, but besides the few dates I had earlier in semester, I wasn't really feeling the desire to be intimate with anyone.
"Oh man, I totally forgot to tell you bro!" His excitement, no, overwhelming joy, was so evident in his voice, that I already knew the good news. "Hinata said yes to me, and we went out on a date last weekend. We are going out again tonight. I am about to leave. Oh man, she's so great, dude. I can't wait to introduce you to her."
"Sweet, dude." He sounded in a rush. "I'll talk to you later. Have fun storming the castle!" I said with a smile.
He laughed and said in his excited voice: "Think it will work?"
"It will take a miracle." I said jokingly with a Matthew McConaughey accent. Yeah, we were nerds like that.
I didn't see Jaune for another month. He was tied up with school and Hinata. We talked on the phone a few times, and he expressed the same infectious energy about her that he did when he first told me about her.
"I'm having a party this Saturday night. Hinata and some of her friends are going to be there plus some of my other classmates. Probably going to have about thirty people. I really want you to meet her. Can you come by?" he asked during a phone call.
"Hmmm, let me check my busy social calendar. Please hold." My social calendar looked like the Yukon territory: absolutely barren and colder than fuck. But, I wasn't too excited about going to hang out with a bunch of rich kids from Westwood. Then I started to think I was finding excuses to isolate myself from any social situation. I should stop being such a little bitch and have a good time. I also did want to meet this girl Jaune was so smitten with.
"Good news. Looks like the girl soccer team is coming over Sunday night. So I should be gravy for Saturday. What time?"
"Ummm, like sevenish."
"Want me to bring anything?"
"Naw, I've got booze and shit. Just bring your mojo. I'm excited to see you. It's been a while."
We exchanged a few other tidbits of small talk and then hung up. I got excited. It had been a while since I'd been to a good party, and the girls who went to his university were supposed to be cute.
I got to Jaune's house at twenty-five to eight. The street was packed with cars, so I found a nice spot for my beat-up Honda about 100 yards from his house. The cars around his place were all pretty nice. I suffered a pang of regret that I hadn't bothered to spend some of the money I had in the bank on a newer car, but I figured I should ensure I had a job out of school before I spent my inheritance.
Jaune's place was bumpin'. He'd upgraded to a townhome in the last year, which must have cost a shit-ton of money in Westwood. When I ascended the steps to the door, I heard what sounded like a live band inside: drums, bass, guitar, and someone singing. It sounded like a cover of U2, but I couldn't tell. The door opened before I could even knock, and Jaune smiled back to me.
"Ruto!" he yelled loudly and wrapped me in a big hug. "Come in and let me introduce you to everyone!"
I noticed he was dressed very nicely and the townhome was very impressive. Stylized carpet, paintings, and décor seemed to be placed very well. Obviously some woman came through and had her way with it, because Jaune used to use pizza boxes as a coffee table.
There were about twenty people in the main entryway. I could see a three-piece band in the back that confirmed the cover tune I heard earlier. I felt my eyes drawn like magnets to the singer's electric guitar and then bounce quickly to Jaune's back as he threaded his way through the crowd to the back of the room.
In the back, there was a dry bar situated next to an oval-shaped leather couch. On the couch were six people who Jaune introduced me to. I figured these were Hinata's friends and hence his new friends.
"Hey all, this is my best friend, Ruto Redfox. We grew up together, and he is like my brother."
They all looked at me and waved. Four girls and two guys. Good odds at my initial glance, but I was still reeling from the exposure: the crowd, music, and introduction. I still hadn't gotten my bearing to the point where I could look at people.
"Ruto this is Mirajane Strauss, Laxus Dreyar, Lucy Heartfilia, Gray Fullbuster, Juvia Lockser, and this is Hinata Hecatia."
I moved awkwardly around the couch to shake everyone's hand. I tried to remember everyone's name, but I was having trouble concentrating over the music. I recognized Juvia from the initial conversation Jaune and I had. She slender, young women with long blue hair, midnight blue eyes, snow skin complexion and a curvaceous figure. She was wearing a black dress patterned with blue and yellow flowers.
Lucy was a cute, buxom girl with shoulder-length blond hair and warm brown eyes. She was dressed in a suit and sported a Louis Vuitton purse that matched her shoes, so I assumed they were Vuitton too. She had a big smile when she shook my hand. She was very pretty, and I felt my face getting hot when I returned her smile.
The guy sitting next to her was named Gray, and he was handsome in a carefully selected vintage t-shirt and Converse way (you know what I am talking about). I could tell he had a thing for Lucy by how close he was sitting to her and by the way he looked at her face when she shook my hand. I didn't think he liked me.
Laxus was a huge dude when sitting down, and when he stood up I realized he was about 6'6" and 250 pounds of muscle. He had his blond hair spiked up; it was a new trend at the time that I hadn't really noticed catching popularity at my school. He looked like he could have been a steroid user, but he lacked the fake tan, oiled skin, and acne that most of those type of guys had. He probably just spent four hours in the gym every day.
Mirajane was a sweet, young women wilth long, snow-white hair. She has large blue eyes and a curvy, voluptuous body, with large breasts. She wore silver-colored jewelry that played nicely off the tone of her skin. I would have spent the rest of my night trying to get into Mirajane's pants, but Laxus and she seemed to be dating; he had his arm around her when they were on the couch, and that arm could probably bend me into a pretzel without much effort.
My attention settled on Hinata after the initial shuffle of introduction. When I first laid eyes on her, I breathed a sigh of relief for two reasons.
The first was that Hinata really was beautiful. She had long, shiny, blue, almost black hair that hung straight to her mid-back. It was perfectly cut to frame the shape of her face. She had beautiful pair of lavender eyes that seemed to accent her perfect smile. Her body was also amazing, as Jaune had described. Her breasts had a full, perfect roundness. They rose high on her chest above a flat stomach, amazing hips, and legs that looked to be taken from a tango dancer. She wore a dark blue blouse with just enough cleavage showing to hint at her breasts. Her lower half was rocking a tight pair of boot-cut blue jeans over gold stiletto heels. Gold, jangly earrings matched her shoes. Damn, if Hinata was half as nice as she was good looking, then Jaune should marry her right now.
The second reason was that I worried I would have been smitten with her as well. It is a deep fear amongst guys that they will fall for their bud's girl. Luckily, the world didn't slow down, stars didn't circle her face, and "Dream Woman" didn't start playing when I laid eyes on her. Not that all those things need to happen to be smitten with someone, but I knew what I liked in girls, and I wasn't getting it from her. At least, I wasn't feeling it at that moment.
"Hi Ruto, I have heard so much about you!" she yelled over the music as she pulled me to her in a familiar hug. A split second of panic fluttered through my brain as I worried I shouldn't be hugging my best friend's girl after just meeting her in front of all her good looking friends, and then I calmed down.
"It's great meeting you too. Jaune has been talking about you as well. Although when he talks about you, he gets as excited as a schoolgirl on picture day, and I bet he doesn't sound like that when he talks about me."
She laughed with a twinkle in her eyes. "No he doesn't get that excited, but I know you two are really close. Thanks for coming tonight. He didn't think you would."
I noticed that she was holding a glass of what looked like cranberry juice and vodka. She followed my eyes to the drink. "Did Jaune offer you anything yet? Let me get you a drink from the bar. What do you like?"
I realized I had forgotten to ask her why Jaune didn't think I would come tonight, but the time had passed. I'd ask her later.
"Ummm…" I looked around. Everyone was drinking something hard. No beer. "Some sort of whiskey mixed with lemon lime soda would be awesome. Thank you!"
She ducked behind the bar and started grabbing bottles. She started talking to me, but with her head turned, I couldn't really hear her over the music. I looked around for Jaune, but saw him on the other side of the room talking to some other guests. The people I just met on the couch were back to their previous conversations, but I could see they were still checking me out in brief glances.
I looked back at Hinata in time to see her pouring half a can of Sprite into half a glass of Johnnie Walker Blue Label.
"Ack!" I shouted as I rushed over, too late to avoid the Sprite pour.
"What's wrong?" she asked. A few of her friends turned their heads to watch us.
"Oh, that is just really nice whiskey. Sorry, I just thought you would have had some Seven or Jim Beam or, well, anything else but that."
She seemed to beam at me with a huge smile.
"Well this is good, right? You'll love it then. Here, drink up. I don't mix bad drinks!" She watched me carefully to make sure I took a first sip.
I did. It tasted great. I've never had Blue Label before, but judging by the unceremonious way Hinata poured this mix for me, I could probably get some straight up when I finished the Sprite concoction.
She grabbed me by the arm and led me over to the couch where her friends were sitting. The band had stopped playing and looked to be taking a break. I asked her where Jaune found the band.
"Oh, those are actually Gray's friends. His parents do something in the music industry, and he has all these connections with bands," she whispered in my ear. Her hot breath steamed up my earlobe dizzyingly as she guided me to the couch to sit down next to her. I was conveniently next to Juvia, and I could see her eyes light up.
The three of us got to talking. Juvia and Hinata were both marketing majors and in the same business sorority. I recalled Jaune telling me something to that effect a few months ago. They'd also been friends since high school. Eventually, I got Lucy and Gray involved in the conversation. Lucy was an accounting major, and Gray was also doing marketing. I put my social skills through their paces, asking questions of people, drawing individuals back into the conversation when I felt that they drifted off or were spacing out. After about forty-five minutes, I was in deep discussions with Mirajane and Laxus about their travels through Europe last summer. Mirajane's family did some sort of import/export trading, and Laxus's grandfather owned a financial-planning company that had clients with most of the elite upper crust in the West Los Angeles and San Fernando Valley area. They both also did volunteer work with various Middle Eastern and South American hospitals. During the year, they would fund-raise for a new hospital and help these hospitals set up equipment to service children's needs.
"What do you have going on Monday?" Laxus asked me after we had been talking for a few hours. The band had stopped playing. Hinata and Jaune were mixing with their other guests. Mirajane, Juvia, Lucy, and Gray were talking about music on the other end of the couch. We hadn't really left the leather sofa except when someone needed a new drink. I had long since finished my whiskey and Sprite, and another small glass of Blue Label, but declined other drinks since I didn't want to drive even slightly buzzed.
"I've got a class in the morning. Business Law."
"What time do you finish?" Laxus took a long sip of his vodka.
"It's an eight o'clock class, so I'll be home by nine-ish. Why?" I unconsciously leaned in closer to him.
"Why don't you swing by my grandfather's office after class? It's in Santa Monica. Here is the card," he said, passing me a thick business card with the financial consulting firm's name on it, as well as Laxus's grandfather's name and title. "He's been looking for some help in the office and asked me to send any talent his way."
"Whoa. This is really nice of you. Are you sure?" I was shocked because it kind of came out of the blue. I mentioned to him that I'd like to intern someplace for financial consulting, but that was before I knew his grandfather owned a firm.
"Yeah, it is totally fine. Actually, hold on one second." He reached into his pocket, grabbed his phone, and flipped it open. He pressed a few buttons on the screen and slid it back into his pocket. "Okay, he knows you are coming. Mondays are slow for him, so he'll have time to see you."
"Thank you so much, Laxus. I really appreciate this." I didn't really know how I was going to get a job when I got out of school, and this could be a great opportunity for me. I took a careful look at the card, then slid it into my front pocket.
"No problem. I like you already, and if Jaune thinks you are cool, then you definitely are," he said with a huge smile. I got the feeling this guy really liked helping people.
"Of course he is cool!" Jaune said as he slammed onto the couch next to me. I could tell that he was pretty buzzed. I was just glad he wasn't going to drive anywhere. His arrival diverted attention from the conversation on the other side of the couch and focused back to Jaune and me, as he put his arm over my shoulder.
"So Ruto, Jaune told us you are a pretty amazing guitar player," Gray sneered. I had tried to kill the guy with kindness the whole night, but I got the feeling he was still peeved his status as the lone single guy in the group was being jeopardized by me. Everyone looked at me for confirmation.
"I started school with a major in guitar, but I haven't really played in the last year." I hesitated. I really didn't want to talk about it, and I could feel a lump forming in my throat. Guitar brought up emotions I didn't want to think about.
"Ruto is like Jimmy Hendrix on the guitar. He is like Jesus on the guitar," Jaune said a little, too loudly. Okay, maybe I had mistaken his intoxication level. He was pretty toasted.
"Haha, I'm not really that good. And I am really out of practice. You mentioned earlier you've seen a lot of local bands play. Who do you think is going to make it?" I tried to divert the conversation back to Gray. Whoever asked the questions normally controlled the conversation, and I didn't want to talk about guitar or my reasons for not playing.
Gray was about to answer when Hinata's voice spoke up over my shoulder.
"Ahh you're being really modest, Ruto. Jaune has a CD of you playing in his car, and it sounds amazing."
I started to feel the lump in my throat get impossibly large. Gray looked pissed that Hinata had interrupted him.
"Maybe you should play for us?" Juvia piped up from her end of the couch.
"Well, my guitar is at home. Maybe I can play for all of you another time. What were you going to say Gray?" I tried again to divert the conversation away.
Gray looked pleased as he started to discuss the small handful of rock bands on the scene that he thought had potential. Other conversations broke out as people less interested in the local music scene ignored us.
Midnight rolled around and the party had wound down to a murmur. There were a few stragglers still mingling, people I assumed went to school with Jaune, but whom I hadn't met. The group on the couch, who were his closer friends, were pared down to just Juvia, Jaune, Hinata, and me. Jaune looked like he had enjoyed his party more than anyone, and his head hung on Hinata's shoulder as he drifted in and out of bouts of drunken sleep. The girls and I just talked about classes and movies until Juvia decided to leave with the rest of the party goers.
"I should take off. Looks like I closed the club down," I said to Hinata after everyone had left. Jaune was passed out on the couch, snoring like an adult elephant.
"Awww. I hate to see you go; did you have a good time?" she said as we both got off from the couch.
"Yeah, I really did." And I was surprised that it was true. Even though I had been going to school and putting myself through the motions, I hadn't been really participating in anything social. This party had been a huge success. Not only did I meet some great people tonight, but I also got a possible job lead. I should be smacking myself for thinking about not coming when Jaune first called me about it a few days ago. Jaune's friends were very nice, and I felt a bit ashamed I thought they would be shallow, spoiled rich kids.
"So… what do you think about Juvia?" Hinata asked, mischievously. "I'm not supposed to say anything, but she thinks you are really cute."
"Oh well… ummm… She seemed really nice. Honestly, I'm just getting used to talking to people again." We began to drift toward the door.
"Jaune told me about your mother. I'm so sorry. I imagine it is going to take a while to get over." Her lavender eyes were filled with sympathy.
"No. I am good now. I wasn't for a while, but I'm getting back on my feet. This party really helped."
"Good. I also think a nice girl will help you get better. So let's talk about Juvia more." Ugh, she wouldn't let it go.
"Well, like I said, she seemed nice… but not really my type."
"So what is your type?" She said, with a beautiful, dark-blue eyebrow raised. We had gotten to the door, and I contemplated lying, or telling the truth. Most girls don't like to be told they are "not someone's type," even if they weren't interested in the guy they were asking. I decided on plan C.
"We just met, Hinata. Can't I have any secrets?"
Her face dropped into a pout that didn't detract from her beauty. If anything, her facial expression made her lips look even more amazing. I had to get out of there.
"It will give us something to talk about next time!" I said, with faked enthusiasm.
"Alright. Oh, I almost forgot. Give me your cell number," she demanded. She pulled out a dark-yellow phone from her purse and typed in my number.
"Great," she said, when she finished and dialed. "That's my number. Now I can text you all day long."
My front pocket started to ring and buzz with her incoming call. I pressed the side of my pants and it went silent.
"Okay cool. Looking forward to it. It was great meeting you," I said as I opened the door. It was a little chilly out there. And when I say chilly, I mean it was 55 degrees, in early November, at one o'clock in the morning. Typical California weather.
"Wait, give me a hug." And before I could think, she had her arms around me, pulling me close to her. She smelled good, and her body felt amazing next to mine. I felt my cock start to get hard as she ground her hips against me. The hug lasted way longer than a friendly goodbye embrace should have been. After about ten seconds, her hands started to rub my back, and she let out a long sigh. I was about to break free, since I was fully hard now, and I know she could feel it against her body. She slowly leaned back, as if to release me, and kissed the side of my neck, then my chin, and then she pulled my face down and kissed me on the lips.
Again, this wasn't like a friendly peck. Her lips were slightly open when she kissed me and they clamped down and sucked on my bottom lip. I was so stunned that I couldn't think of anything; actually I was probably thinking of four hundred million things. Her tongue flicked across my top lip as she finally pulled away. It was one of the best kisses I'd ever had; her mouth was definitely talented.
"Good night Ruto. I'll call you tomorrow." Her eyes measured me for a reaction.
"Y-Yeah. Uh, goodnight Hinata." I must have looked like a zombie that just had its head knocked off and was searching for it. If she had pulled the pin on a hand grenade, I couldn't have gotten out of there faster. I sprinted down the stairs in a complete daze toward my car as I heard the door shut behind me.
My confused lobotomy only lasted for the few minutes it took me to get to my car. By the time the engine was running and I was back on the 405 freeway, my brain couldn't calm the fuck down.
What the hell was that? Why did she do that? Oh my god, what is Jaune going to think? What the fuck?
By the time I got home, I was able to think straight. I replayed the events of the night over and over in my head, looking for something I had missed that would have led to Hinata kissing me. I couldn't recall anything. She was nice to me, and we did have some cool conversations, shared some laughs, and we had gotten to know each other. But she hadn't flirted with me at all during the whole night. It didn't make sense. There had to of been something I missed, or maybe I just didn't know how to read people anymore. I didn't even know her well enough to know what she was thinking, or what this meant for her and Jaune.
My phone beeped with a text message.
Did you get home okay?
Oh boy. Maybe I shouldn't have given her my phone number. I typed out a quick response.
Yep, thanks for checkin'.
A few seconds, later my phone beeped again.
Great. Looking forward to seeing you again.
Ugh. Holy crap. I probably shouldn't see her ever again. I contemplated typing a response, but decided to just turn the phone off and get ready for bed. As if I would be able to sleep tonight. Fuck, Hinata was hot.
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My alarm woke me up at eleven. It had been a rough night. I couldn't get Hinata out of my head, and I had to jack off twice to get my dick to calm down.
I rolled out of bed and brushed my teeth to banish the morning breath. I did a few stretches to get the cracks out of my joints, a couple sets of pull ups from the bar hanging in my apartment doorway, strapped on my iPod, and went for a thirty-minute jog around the apartment complex while I listened to my favorite indie band. It was just angry enough music to get my mind off the events of last night and focused on the run.
When I got back, I scrambled some eggs and turned on my phone. I breathed a sigh of relief when I saw Hinata hadn't sent me any more messages, but I did get a text from one of my classmates, Neo. She was a petite woman with dyed hair whom I shared a statistics class and study group with last semester. We went out a few times, but I wasn't really that interested, and I think she became discouraged by my lack of attention.
Neo was definitely my type of girl, but at the time, I was just going through the motions. I figured, that with her cute looks, she would have no problem finding another man when I gave her the "it's me not you" break-up line. At any rate, it really was me, not her. From the talks in class, study group, and on the dates, she was funny, nice, intelligent, and pretty. She knew about my mother, and I think she really wanted to be there for me, but I just pushed her away. She was smart enough to get the point and move on.
Cute girls with good self-esteem shouldn't waste their time putting damaged goods back together.
Long time no talk. How's it going?
I considered my response. Thoughts of Hinata also snuck in there. Dammit.
Doing better. I have a job interview tomorrow. How about you? Want to have dinner this week?
I thought it would be good to see her again. It would help take my mind off trying to figure out what happened last night. I dropped the phone on the kitchen counter, grabbed a load of laundry, dumped it into the apartment's coin-operated machine, and then took a shower. By the time I got out of the shower, I had a response from Neo.
That's good news! I've been doing well. Dinner Tuesday? I'll pick you up.
Looks like it just took a night of social activity and a kiss from a beautiful woman, who just happened to be dating my best friend, to help me get my mojo back.
Tuesday is good. 7ish.
I spent the rest of the day cleaning up the apartment, doing laundry, and studying. I also inspected my wardrobe for proper attire for my interview tomorrow. I didn't really know what the dress code was for interviewing at a high-end financial firm, but I figured I couldn't go wrong with a suit and tie. I had two suits, a tuxedo, and a small assortment of ties from when I had guitar gigs. I was in good shape.
I also checked my phone every twenty minutes to make sure Hinata hadn't texted or called me. She hadn't. I was going insane over this.
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Monday's class went by quick. I got a few questions about my suit, but nothing else exciting happened. I was pretty nervous when I pulled into the parking lot of Laxus's granfather's company. It was a posh building with plenty of mirrored glass and a Japanese-style garden. The parking lot was dotted with a few Ferraris, a Maserati, and a Bentley. The rest were BMW Ms and Mercedes AMG models. My trusty steed was quite out of place.
Laxus's grandfather's name was Makarov, and he looked like he either just got back from or was heading to a golf game. He asked me the usual interview questions and about my classes. It turned out he had gone to Cal State, so we had something in common.
"So here is the deal: Most of us are hardly in the office, but we do need some help. We have a lead list we need cold calls made on so appointments can be sent; we have various analysis work that needs to be communicated to the sales staff, and there is the occasional cleric stuff we need done that none of the sales staff knows how to do. Since you don't have your license yet, you can help us out on the back end, learn the processes, and we can see where you end up when you get out of school. How many hours do you think you can be here?"
I didn't need to think about the answer to the question. This sounded like exactly what I was looking for.
"I can do about thirty max. Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, I can be here at ten in the morning till whenever you need me. Tuesday and Thursdays are my heavy load days, so I can get here around two o'clock." I tried to hide my excitement with a smile.
"Sounds good. Pay is twenty dollars an hour. Can you start tomorrow? I'm about to leave to meet some clients, and I'll be able to plan out your tasks better if you start tomorrow."
"Absolutely! Thank you so much. I'll be here at two o'clock."
Now, I couldn't hide my excitement as I shook his hand. Twenty bucks an hour! I was excited to just have an internship where I would be working for free. Now I would be making a great wage and getting the experience I needed in my industry. I didn't even remember the drive back to my apartment, but I do remember singing stupid songs of happiness at the top of my lungs with the windows rolled down.
When I got into my apartment, a text beeped on my phone. It was Hinata, and a flood of different emotions hit me. Panic, desire, pleasure, and fear being the most prevalent.
Sorry about yesterday. Was going to call. Want to hang out tomorrow night?
I sighed, it would have been nice to see Jaune and his friends again, but I didn't feel like blowing Neo off.
Sorry have plans. Maybe this weekend? I texted.
Ugh. Jaune has an LSAT study course tomorrow and Juvia has a late night class. I need someone to play with.
I broke out into a cold sweat and reread the text eight times. That was definitely flirting. "Play with" insinuates more than just "hanging out." I was also under the assumption it was going to be the gang, and not just her alone, so I was glad I made plans with Neo.
Sorry can't change them. The weekend doesn't work?
Going to Catalina for my sister's birthday. My parents already booked the rooms or I would bring you.
Hmmm, that was interesting. She didn't mention she had a sister when we were talking the other night, but we didn't talk that much about her family. I knew her father owned a huge pharmaceutical company and her mother was one of the leading scientists. They had a shitload of money. Thinking there could be two girls as hot as Hinata out there seemed something worth talking about.
I didn't know you had a sister.
It was ten minutes before she replied. I figured once she realized I wasn't going to hang out with her tomorrow, I got downgraded on her list of priorities.
Yeah. She is actually the pretty one. Lol. And she is way smarter than me too. Everyone is in love with her.
Woah. Prettier than Hinata? I found it hard to believe.
And you haven't introduced us yet? I am deeply hurt. I thought we were friends.
Her reply came in less than five seconds.
This is her fourteenth birthday you perv. I don't want you going to jail. Jaune would never forgive me.
Bah. There went that brief fantasy.
Maybe the weekend after that. Sorry just swamped this week. Have fun in Catalina!
I was still buzzing from the job interview, and I wanted to tell someone. Hinata hadn't mentioned it; I didn't think she knew about it. I realized I didn't have Laxus's number, or I would have thanked him again. I called up Jaune and left him a message saying it went well. Then I pulled out the books and started to study.
It was going to be rough to balance my class load with the job. Especially the Tuesday to Thursday jump, where I would be working all day
Wednesday. But I realized it wouldn't be that bad. Most of the students in the state schools were working, so assignments tended to be based weeks apart. I also used studying as a crutch for my social inactivity. I probably could study half the amount I did and still get As and Bs. I currently spent so much time working on class work that I practically ran all the study groups and found the tests completely trivial.
Jaune called me later that night to congratulate me on the interview. I got a little nervous he would bring up Hinata kissing me, but he didn't seem to know about it.
"So, what did you think of Hinata? Isn't she amazing?" he asked me almost immediately.
"Yeah Jaune, she is smoking hot and seems really nice. aren't you glad you took my advice?"
"Yes! Thanks again for that. She is great, dude. We are going to Catalina this weekend for her sister's birthday. I've never met her parents before, but they are supposed to be really smart. I am nervous they may not like me."
"Dude, how could they not like you? You're like a golden retriever. Complete with the slobber and licking," I said with a laugh. I could hear him laughing on the other end. "Have you met Hinata's sister before? Hinata was telling me at the party that her sister is smarter and prettier than she is." Okay. So, I kind of lied about where the conversation took place.
"No, I've never met her, but Hinata talks like she walks on water. I guess she is one of those child geniuses. She spent her last two years at Oxford getting a bachelor's in some art thing."
"Holy shit."
"Yeah. Too bad she is fourteen or we could hook you up with her. Speaking of that, did you like Juvia at all? She's been bugging Hinata and me about you."
"It's like you said, Jaune. She is pretty, but I'm not really interested in her." I flopped myself down on the couch in my living room and fired up the TV. It was my mother's giant, blocky one.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. It sucks. I think in any other group of girls, she would be gorgeous. But when compared side by side with Hinata, Mirajane, and Lucy, she comes off as plain. She is really nice, though."
"Yeah, she seemed cool when I was talking to her. Hey, do you have Laxus's number? I wanted to thank him for setting me up with the interview."
"Yeah, sure, I'll text it to you." We talked for another fifteen minutes about classes and his LSAT study course. Jaune figured he needed to take it next year, so he could start applying to law schools early. When we finished talking, he texted me Laxus's number and I called the big guy to thank him again. He didn't answer his phone, so I just left a message.
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My first day of work went great. Mister Makarov didn't really have much of a plan; he just introduced me to the people who happened to be in the office that day, and told me to hang out with the cold-call/appointment-setting crew. They showed me the database with the various leads and info on potential customers. They had a script of basic questions they would ask customers in an attempt to build rapport and book an appointment for the advisors. If the advisor met with the client and sold them financial products, the cold-call crew who booked the appointment would get a commission. They also worked off a base salary. I spent most of the day listening to some of the calls they made and learning as much as I could.
Neo came by my apartment at a quarter past seven that night. She was dressed in a tight pair of white jeans and a close-fitting pink sweatshirt which was cut low enough to show off her neck. She gave me a hug when I first opened the door (that was more in line with the hug Hinata should have given me) and then held me out at arm's length to appraise me, while I did the same to her.
She was a cute, short girl with unique heterochromia eyes. She had dyed her hair in tri color, half pink and half brown, with white streaks on the pink side. The effect created an interesting angle that highlighted her profile. Neo's face was pale white, and her large, soft, round eyes seemed perfectly placed above her thin nose and red lips.
"So, where do you want to eat?" she asked. She had a big smile, so I guess she approved of my appearance.
"There is a great Thai BBQ place nearby. Or we could go for Italian?"
"Let's do the Thai place. Are you still driving that POS Honda?" she asked, with her tongue sticking out.
"Yeah," I said, as annoyed with her as I could. "But I got the job yesterday, and the pay is pretty good, so I may be getting a new car."
"Oh that's right! I meant to ask you about that. I'll drive and we can talk more. I want to hear all about it." She grabbed my hand and tugged me out of the apartment.
Neo was one of those girls who drove a big red truck and rode dirt bikes when she wasn't playing volleyball. Her red Ford was stickered with various Fox Racing logos, along with stylized decals of volleyball and various outdoor activities. I had to grab on to a handhold attached on the door frame to pull myself up into the seat of the raised monster. She bounded gracefully into her seat in one smooth motion. It was a practiced move.
She turned the ignition and classic rock blared across the stereo as the massive engine came to life in a fit of anger. I had to yell over the music to give her directions, but that was okay. Neo seemed so carefree as she twisted the large truck through the streets that I was already having a good time.
We got to the restaurant in record time. It was one of those family-ran, hole-in-the-wall type of places that had been there for years, so the food was amazing. We got to our seats and started looking over the menus when the conversation started again. She asked me about the interview, how I had gotten it, how the first day was. I told her about Jaune's friends (I spared her the full details) and how Laxus hooked me up with his grandfather. By this point, the waiter returned, and we placed our orders.
It was my turn to ask her some questions, so I asked her about what had been going on since we last saw each other. Her classes were going well (she was an accounting major), and the school's volleyball team was having the best year they've ever had. I didn't really know that much about volleyball, besides that it hurt my hand when I did it back in high school and the girls who played the sport in college always looked sexy.
Our food arrived and we dug in. I ordered duck, and Neo got a separate beef and chicken dish. She wolfed down her food, and I made the comment that she must be burning a lot of calories playing volleyball.
"I've always had a good appetite; you just didn't hang out with me long enough last semester to experience it," she said after a drink of water. Her dual colored eyes met mine, and I got the double meaning.
"We are hanging out now," I pointed out. "And I see you definitely have a big appetite."
She giggled.
We finished dinner and looked over the dessert menu. Neo wasn't having it though.
"Do you have any ice cream at home? I have a craving for rocky road and some TV. What do you say?" She tried to ask nonchalantly, but I could see her bite her lower lip slightly as she looked into my eyes.
I thought about it for a moment. It didn't take much deduction to realize what would happen if we ended up back on my couch eating ice cream and watching TV. I'd never slept with Neo before, but we would definitely end up fucking if she came back. Seemed like she wanted to pick up our relationship exactly where I had left it last semester. Did I want that? I thought about Hinata for a split second and pushed the thought away angrily. She was my best friend's girl, and I was going to try to forget about her from now on. Neo was here, she was funny, sweet, attractive, and wanted me.
"It sounds like a great idea, but I don't have any ice cream, so we'll have to pick some up on the way back."
She did a poor job of hiding her excitement. Last semester, I would have found a way to wiggle out of it, and she must have been pleased with the change in my personality. She smiled and looked down at her plate, drawing imaginary lines with her fork against the porcelain.
I grabbed the check when it came and we booked it back to her truck. She practically peeled out in the direction of the local store. "Gimme Three Steps" came on her radio and we both started singing it as loud as we possibly could.
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Back at my place, Neo dumped herself on the couch and started flipping through channels, while I went into the kitchen to put the ice cream into bowls.
"How much do you want?" I yelled into the other room.
"I can never have enough... of ice cream that is." She laughed at her joke and I smiled in the kitchen. "You like South Park?" she called out.
"Yep!" I said back. It was actually one of my favorite shows.
I put a scoop in my bowl and three in hers, threw the gallon into the freezer, and walked back out into the living room.
"Mmmm…" she said with a satisfied groan, "that has to be the best thing I've ever seen. A cute guy bringing me a big bowl of my favorite ice cream."
I laughed and handed her the bowl as I sat down next to her. I may have blushed, but I don't think she noticed. The South Park episode was pretty funny and we laughed most of the way though. I was really having a good time; I don't think I've laughed this much since before my mother died. I should have given Neo more of a chance last semester. But, I was glad it seemed to be working out now.
The episode finished and there was going to be another one on right after, so we decided to watch it. During the break, Neo grabbed the bowls and walked toward the kitchen to wash them. I watched her legs and ass sway as she walked out of the room. I felt my stomach drop as I made the decision to follow her. I realized I was nervous to make the next move. It had been a while.
She turned on the sink and grabbed a brush to clean the bowls. The entrance to the kitchen was behind the sink, so she didn't notice me walk in behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and slowly kissed the back of her neck.
Her body tensed up initially as my arms circled her, but then she melted when my lips touched the nape of her neck. I trailed light kisses down to her spine and she let out a low moan.
"That feels so good," she whispered over the sound of the sink running.
I moved my lips to the left side of her neck and mixed some light bites in with my kisses and licks. My hands started to rub lightly on her stomach and then slowly ascended to her breasts. She gasped when my hands reached her hard nipples. Neo had small breasts and wasn't wearing a bra underneath the thin, brown sweater. I lightly pinched her nipples as I moved my mouth over to the other side of her neck. Her body collapsed back into mine and my cock pushed aggressively against her butt.
I continued the assault on her neck and massaged her breasts for a few more minutes until her breath turned to ragged gasps and I could feel her legs start to shake. The water was still running; she suddenly reached up and turned it off. With the same motion, she spun around in my arms, wrapped her arms around my neck, and pushed her mouth into mine for a savage kiss. Her tongue shot into my mouth with an insane eagerness. I could taste the chocolate on her lips as I matched her intensity, wrestling against her tongue with my own. Her hands were running over my back, chest, and face during our kisses. She pushed her left leg in between mine and wrapped her right one around my left. I could feel her start to grind her crotch against my thigh.
I broke off the kiss and licked the front of her chin and neck, trailing my tongue toward her left ear and nibbling on the lobe. She was gasping and moaning with every breath that left her body and when her crotch slid down my leg. My cock felt like it was going to tear through my pants and I could feel the slight coolness next to the tip. I was leaking pre-cum.
After I had explored her neck and ears with my mouth, she returned to kissing me. We were both gasping now and had to interrupt our tongue dance with ragged intakes of breath. My hands wrapped around her back to help her balance while she humped my leg. I could feel her heart pounding a brisk staccato and mine wasn't much slower.
"Bed," I said when she pulled my face away from hers and started to suck on my earlobe.
"Yessss~~," she answered as she unwrapped her leg from mine.
We stumbled back through the hallway into the back room as we hungrily kissed each other. She unbuttoned my shirt and ripped it from my body, a split second before she collapsed on top of me on the queen size bed I had in my room. Her legs found the same spot they had in the kitchen and she started to grind herself on me again, but now she was attacking my bare chest with her mouth. Licking and kissing me on the nipples and down my belly. I squirmed and moaned as the conflicting feelings of pleasure from her mouth and tickle from her hair ran through my body. I ran my fingers through her hair and down her back till I got to the bottom of her sweater.
I started to yank the brown wool thing upwards and she stopped her assault on my stomach to wiggle out of it. Her body was pale white, lean, and muscular. I could see the toned muscles of her stomach and a cute belly-button piercing. She had dark lines over her small breasts, and they looked like the perfect size for my mouth.
I wanted to feel her chest against mine, so I pulled her down on top of me. We both sighed as our skin made contact. I could feel her hard nipples pushing against my chest as I rubbed my hands across her back. I wanted to lick her front, like she had been licking mine, so I rolled over on top of her. I pushed my left thigh into her groin and continued to rub it there in the same pattern she was keeping before. Her legs locked around my left thigh, and she let out a huge gasp as my tongue made contact with her right nipple.
I sucked and licked her nipple and breast as I pinched and massaged the other one with my hand. Her body tasted delicious. I glanced up to see her face and realized she was biting on to her right hand to stifle her moans. This gave me a huge turn on and I bit and licked down her stomach to the top of her jeans.
She raised her hips off the bed when my hands began to unbutton her pants, and I slowly slid them off, since they were really tight on her body.
I could see a darker spot on the front of her pink underwear and smell the wetness of her pussy. I grabbed the sides of the g-string and slid it off her legs. When I finished pulling it free, she closed her legs and turned her lower body to the side so I couldn't have access to her pussy. I looked up at her face with a question in my eyes.
Her eyes were wide and had a look of panic to them. She beckoned with her finger and I straddled her turned legs as I leaned down to kiss her. I figured a couple of different probable scenarios to her bashfulness: Perhaps she had never been eaten out before, maybe she had a bad experience before, and didn't want me to do it, or maybe… ahh who the fuck knew with girls? At any rate, I was either going to eat her tonight or she was going to give me a good reason.
I moved back down her neck with my tongue while I went back to playing with her nipples. After a few minutes, she was moaning again, and her hands were rubbing at my cock through the front of my pants. She fumbled with the button in the front, but I ignored her attempts and began to lick her nipples again. She was rubbing her legs together, and the smell of her pussy was driving me mad. I moved my mouth down lower to her stomach, and rested my hands on each of her legs, carefully spreading them apart as my mouth reached her hips.
Her leg muscles started to tense as I kissed around her hips and down the front of her thighs. I could see her pussy through a well-trimmed bush of curly hair. She was wet, and her clit was poking out of its protective hood. I resisted the sudden urge to wrap my mouth over her pussy and drive my tongue deep into her. Instead, I teased along her thighs with my mouth, while I rubbed her legs. I wanted her more relaxed before I licked her entrance.
It seemed to be working. She was letting out moans of encouragement and saying my name in a way that would give me a hard on at any time of the day, if I could record her voice and put it on my iPod. I moved my mouth to lick the inside of her left thigh while I massaged the inside of the right one. I was rewarded by her spreading her legs a little more to allow me easier access. Almost there.
My mouth reached the spot where her legs met the groin. There is a chorded bit of muscle that connects everything. I'm not sure what it is called, but I licked and kissed it. Then I looked up at her face. Her eyes were closed and her head was leaning back into the pillow on my bed. She was taking long gasps through her open mouth. Perfect.
I quickly moved my mouth over her pussy and gave the lips a long lick with the flat middle of my tongue. She groaned in satisfaction and I licked again, a bit slower this time.
"Oh my god, Ruto! that feels amazing!" She slurred. I looked up at her face again while I licked, and I could see her staring at me, wide eyed, her mouth making a wide O shape.
I tried a few different licking patterns until I developed a rhythm she seemed to enjoy more than the others. It involved me pushing the tip of my tongue deep into her wet slit, then sliding it up to circle her clit for a few laps and back down to repeat. After a few minutes of this, I could feel her legs start to shake and her groans became more urgent. She was getting close, so I picked up the pace of my tongue. Her pussy tasted slightly sweet. Not like sugar, but like a slightly, bittersweet taste of an orange rind. I loved it. Her body shook like an earthquake when the first orgasm hit her. I clamped down on her legs and began to focus on her clit with the edges ofmy tongue. The spasms rushed in, after I focused on her nub, and I could hear her muffled moans. I looked up to see her screaming into a pillow she had grabbed and put over her face, while her body writhed under my tongue. She came for what seemed like five minutes, and I finally let loose of her clit when I could tell it had ended. I sat up from her legs to look at her. Beads of perspiration were dotting her forehead, and her perfectly styled hair was disheveled from the pillow.
"Oh my god, I've never came like that before." She lay there with her legs spread around me. Her eyes were half-closed. "It felt like it just kept coming and coming. Wow. I need a second to relax. Damn Ruto. Oh my god."
"Take all the time you need. Want some water?" I got up off the bed as she nodded.
I went to the kitchen and filled up two glasses. She chugged hers down when I gave it to her. All the working with my tongue had made me thirsty too. My glass was emptied quickly.
"Hey Ruto, why are your pants still on?" she asked, mischievously. As she waved her hand for me to come stand next to her.
"Well, it's funny you should mention that. This cute girl was trying to take them off, but she got distracted when I started licking her pussy. She never finished the job."
"Oh, well I can fix that problem. I can probably also fix this big problem you have here," she whispered, and her hand rubbed my cock through the front of my pants. My dick had been hard for so long that I could barely take her hand rubbing it through the fabric of my pants. I didn't think I would last long.
She unbuttoned the front of my pants, and I helped her take them down, with my boxers. My cock wasn't porn-star large, but it stayed rock hard all the time, and pointed to the sky like an unbendable, flag pole. Her hand closed around it as she motioned for me to join her on the bed. I sat down next to her and reached into my nightstand drawer for the pack of condoms I kept there. It took me a few seconds to unwrap it, figure out which way it opened, and slide it onto my dick. Neo never took her eyes from my tool and she spread her legs even farther when I positioned myself between them.
I leaned over her and kissed her softly; she moaned into my mouth and kissed me back passionately. I sat back up and positioned my dick at the entrance to her pussy. The condom was lubricated, so the first quarter of it slid into her easily. She held her breath as I slid it out and then pushed it in halfway. Then I slowly slid it out again. She gave a snort of annoyance, and I looked down at her face.
It was a mix of emotions: lust, annoyance, desire, and fear. I pushed my cock all the way into her as we both exhaled a deep sigh of fulfillment. I placed my hands on either side of her body, rested on them, and kissed her deeply again. Her pussy formed a tight grip around me, and I could feel the movements of her body through it as she kissed me passionately.
Our kiss ended and I started to thrust in and out of her wet hole. She was pretty tight, and the room filled with the sound of her wet pussy being filled and our soft moans of pleasure. Now, most guys don't like condoms, and while I'll admit that sex definitely feels better bare-back, they were really useful when guys haven't had sex for a while and had no will power. My philosophy is that guys can take a picture of Margott Robbie, a fistful of sand, and rub one out like no one's business if the need so arose. But women needed to be properly stimulated, and taken care of, to reach orgasm.
If I wasn't wearing this condom, I would have blown my load deep into Neo on probably the third thrust into her. But the condom was keeping my orgasm a safe distance away, as long as I didn't increase my tempo too much, which was getting harder to do as Neo looked up at me with her dual-color eyes. They grew wider, and her mouth let out a loud gasp, every time I pushed deep into her. Her long, pale legs wrapped around my body like a vice; damn, she was strong. Her nails dug into my back. Her eyes were fluttering open and closed. Feeling her wrap herself around me like that put me over the edge and I started to thrust myself into her faster and deeper than I had before.
"Oh god you feel so good; I am going to come. Can you come with me?" I whispered into her ear.
"Yeeeeessssss~~," she moaned as I felt her body start to buck underneath me. I pushed my mouth into hers and jammed my tongue down her throat as I made one last deep thrust into her and felt my orgasm release into the condom. She whimpered into my mouth as she felt me orgasm, and climax crashed into her. I could taste blood in my mouth as she bit my lip and tried to stifle a scream of pleasure. Her body twisted around my dick, and I could feel her pussy clench and relax about twenty times in rapid succession around my cock. Then her last spasm passed through her, and I could feel her body relax. She let out a satisfied moan and kissed me gently on the mouth.
"I didn't think I could have a better orgasm than the first one you gave me, but you just did. Oh my god, you are amazing!" She hugged me close to her. I tried to balance my weight on my arms, so I didn't crush her.
"You were amazing too. Your body feels so good. I couldn't control myself any longer. Sorry, I wish I could have lasted longer," I said as I reached down to the condom. My cock was still rock hard, and I think I probably could have continued to fuck her even after I orgasmed, but I didn't want to risk breaking the condom. I grabbed the base of the latex and pulled my cock out of her.
"Hmmmmm," she sighed, as she rolled over and got out of bed. "I'll be right back. Need to use the bathroom."
I nodded and carefully took the condom off and threw it away. I put my boxers back on and lay down on the bed. I felt really good. Relaxed and content. Again, it seems that I was making good social decisions. I couldn't remember the last time I had sex that good. Maybe never. Definitely not in high school. The toilet flushed, and Neo came out from the hallway, still naked. She lay down on the bed next to me and nestled close, her head on my chest and feet tangled up with mine.
"If I would have known you were this good in bed, I wouldn't have let you stop dating me last semester. The bitches at school are going to really be after you now," she said as she rubbed my now-deflated cock through my boxers with her right hand.
"Uh, excuse me?" I didn't understand what she said about the bitches being after me.
She laughed. "You don't know?"
"Know what?"
"You're like the cutest man in the business department. Every girl wants you," she said, with a smug tone to her voice.
"What? Come on." She was trying to inflate my ego. There were like, 3,000 students in the business college. I didn't even know a tenth of them.
"Yeah. You really don't know how cute you are do you? Ohh, that is so hot." She wiggled closer to me. "So seriously, every single girl… and probably every girl with a boyfriend, in the biz college has a big crush on you. Even all of the girls on my team, and in my sorority, know about you, and most of them aren't even in the business college."
"Haha, thanks Neo. I find it really hard to believe, but it is a nice, ego boost," I said. It was raising my ego, but I didn't believe what she was saying. I was just happy she felt the desire to brag about me to me.
"Oh, you better believe me. Haven't you ever noticed all the girls who are all over you, all the time?" She raised her head off my chest and was looking me in the eyes. Totally serious.
"Ummm no. Not really. I mean, I talk to a few girls in class, but I don't have, like, a boy band-style, girl mob chasing me everywhere."
"That's because you've had your emo glasses on for the last year. Let me ask you a few questions: last semester, how many people were in our Stats study group?"
I thought back to last semester. "I think there were ten. Right?"
"Yeah. How many girls were in that study group?"
I thought back again and paused. "Nine. Everyone, but me, was a girl."
"Exactly, How about your other classes last semester? Did you have study groups for those? Were there any men in them?"
I sat up a straight in the bed, as I started to recollect my other study classes.
"None of them had any men in them — except my Bus Law class had two guys. Russel Thrush and Dove… ummm. Crap, I forgot his last name."
"Dove Bronzewing. Russel and Dove are dating each other this semester, you know? They are gay. How about this semester? How do your study groups look?"
"The same. All girls. I never even noticed."
"Aww you are so cute. I can't believe you didn't know this. How do you get into these study groups?"
I thought again. Trying to recall how I joined them. I always assumed that joining study groups was something you did for every class. Didn't professors say that you should join one?
"Normally, during the first few minutes of class, someone passes me a notepad to write down my contact info, for the class's study group."
"Yep. That's how we did it in Stats. We knew you were going to be in class, so I walked up to you and gave you my notebook to put your contact info in. Then I called you up during the first week. We talked about which days worked best for you, and the other girls in the class who I was friends with worked around your schedule. We all figured one of us would get asked out by you eventually; unless you were gay. Which we thought was probable, poetic justice, because no guy as cute as you could possibly be straight. Didn't you notice how the 'class study group' only had a third of the class in it, with only girls?"
My head was spinning. Were all my study groups a conspiracy? I still found it hard to believe. Girls I dated always said I was cute, but I just expected it since I was dating them, and they probably wouldn't have gone out with me if they weren't attracted to me.
"My phone is probably blowing up by now. My roommates all knew I was going on a date with you tonight, and since I haven't gotten back yet, they know we are having a good time. When they hear about the mind-blowing sex we just had, they are going to be like a pack of hungry bitches for you." She sighed again and lay down on my chest.
I looked at the clock. It was one in the morning. What time did we watch South Park? Nine? We'd been at it for over, three hours? It hadn't felt that long. I realized I had class tomorrow morning at eight, and then work right after that. Suddenly, the night with Neo seemed to be a bad idea. I didn't enjoy the idea of being gossiped about by her sorority friends. But, that probably happened to every guy any of them went out with. No. This was still a good night. And if every girl at school thought I was a stud (although I still didn't believe what Neo was telling me), I could still get my studies done without interruption.
"So… does that mean you want to check your phone?" I asked, hesitantly.
"No. They can sit on their dildos and spin, thinking about us. Is it alright if I spend the night? I don't think my legs can take me to my truck after what you did to me." She kissed my neck and let out a long sigh.
With a compliment like that, there was only one way to answer.
"Of course you can stay." And with that, we slipped under the covers and slept.
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