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"If you so desire, I would not mind if you partake of me in front of all the others…"
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Crossing The Line
Chapter 2: Kisses
Perhaps the most merciful thing about his current predicament, was the inability of his own mind to correlate all of the contents it had experienced previously that day. Now, he found himself resting on the pillow-soft recliner that resided in the living room of the home his parent's had purchased years before his birth. Situated in front of the recliner, and under the TV stand, was a digitalized modern fireplace, with a dark screen where flickering flames would be dancing if it were turned on and functioning, but since the outside world was already a scorching desert, he had the device turned off and instead had the homes central AC on full blast. The fireplace wasn't real in the sense of something actually burning, but it certainly made the living room feel more aesthetically pleasing to view, as was the purpose of fake fireplaces. It also made it surprisingly awkward.
The house itself was more modern than any of the other houses in Hayama, but with that being said, it should be added that the home certainly wasn't that unique either. It was rather hidden away from view and was also a very dark home in appearance, with a black roof and grey exterior paint situated between large trees that kept it from drawing too much attention to the average passerby. The home was just a typical three-bedroom, two-bathroom home with a two-car garage and walk-out basement added for structural integrity meant to hold up in the harshest of conditions that included, but were not limited to: earthquakes, tsunamis, and the occasional brute-force attack of screaming cicadas from the blistering hot air of summer. The fully furnished kitchen and living room also had a half-bathroom of their own for guests, should they ever have any form of parties. He laid claim to the second largest room in the home—the room that was right above the garage and closest to the upstairs bathroom. The last bathroom was in his parent's room, the place he never dared to enter, not because he wasn't allowed to do so, but because it felt like taboo to walk into the room.
Especially when his parents were away together for the better part of four months. Yes, his mother and father had gone on vacation to a few various far-away places that made him unimaginably envious. Envious because the first place on his parents long list of cruise stops was on Sri Panwan Phuket, specifically at the Royal Marina situated between large natural stone formations in water as crystal clear as glass, then they would head to Krabi. He had their entire itinerary in the form of a sticky note that hung on the fridge to remind himself of places he wanted to visit eventually, but they had so many different things to do in the four months they would be gone, it was far too much to remember and commit to memory in detail. It was a very long cruise, but they seemed even more excited by the prospect of being away from the house for that long of a time. They would even have the chance to ride on the back of elephants! And he was just stuck at home damn it!
He sighed. It was by no means a secret that his parents were still just as much in love now as they were back in high school when they had first started dating. He only came along a few years after they had both graduated from college, and the rest was history. He loved that his parents were so in love, but sometimes he wished he could go with them on their little 'trips,' though had a fairly good idea—no, a very good idea—why he hadn't ever been invited, but he still wished he could see some of the things they did, regardless.
But them leaving meant that he was left alone in the house to his own devices, which he could find some way of enjoying. He could watch whatever movies and play whatever games he wanted, as well as draw whatever commissioned things people wanted to pay him for, from gentle romantic scenes to spicy erotica, which was surprisingly difficult without any form of knowledge outside of porn. But, he digressed, he had managed just fine for the past year, and was confident in his ability to draw proportionate bodies. The TV he had turned on was only playing so he could have some kind of background white noise he could sit through while he went braindead thinking about what had transpired at his dinning out with his friends from high school. It started great, fantastic even! But, as soon as he mistakenly showed them that damned card, it was like a switch had been flipped in their already cunning brains and decided that exact moment was their time to shine and blow his mind in the literal sense.
And now, something had happened he hadn't ever expected. How was he to know what would happen after showing the four of them that card of his? It wasn't like he knew how they would react, he just wanted to get a reaction from them in the same was they usually did to him! It wasn't supposed to mean anything other than that and he swore he had no heinous intentions! But still, it wasn't like he entirely regretted showing them either, in fact it was quite the opposite. He just wished the situation where he found out about their feelings for him would have been a little better than what fate had handed him.
His eye twitched at the faintest tickle on his cheek from irritation, and in the moment his hand reached to touch his face, his skinned felt like it had been set on fire under his touch. Yes, he was thinking so much in stress that he had began to sweat while indoors with the AC on full blast. And outside the sliding window that led to the wrap-around porch, cicadas screeched from the outside heat. He closed his eyes as he began to enter a deep-thinking mode, trying to block out the noise as he stared blankly at the movie without hearing any of it. He hated the crying, buzzing and crackling of insects that they had made as a result of the earth drying under the outside air's triple-digit temperature.
So, what exactly was it that the four girls had done that had him in such a panicked state?
Well, it started after he showed them that card…
Hours Earlier
The four friends that sat at the table with him looked between themselves as if they were speaking to each other through telepathy. Some kind of hive-mind thought forming within their shared heads as they all processed the information Naoto had just laid before them. Unfortunately, it seemed the information he had given them acted as some form of weapon that completely shattered what already thin ice he had been skating on.
Some kind of thought he couldn't possibly grasp at had formed behind their eyes as they looked his way with eyes that he was certainly not used to seeing from them.
He couldn't help but laugh awkwardly at their silent glares. Nagatoro was the one who broke the awkward silence first, toying with the card he had offered ominously, looking over the words carefully as if she was processing the information like some form of sacred text had been written across its surface.
"Well, well… I bet Senpai must be very excited to use this." Nagatoro too the opportunity to tease him, a smile crossing along her face that twisted into some wicked way Naoto couldn't fully understand. "And he even had the balls to show four beautiful, young women—with whom he is eating with—his special card."
Her voice was laced-full of innuendos and far more emotion than he was used to seeing from the girl that certainly caged an eldritch being under her soft skin. Nagatoro was planning something grand and glorious, and he just didn't know yet what that grand and glorious plan was.
"Its almost like you're asking us to be with you." Nagatoro eventually added, leaning over the table as the rest of her friends followed through and mimicked her action, unintentionally—or perhaps intentionally—giving him and kings view of their cleavage.
"Hey Paisen, you've really grown a pair after graduating! Thinking you will get lucky with all four of us!" Gamo joined Nagatoro with poking jokes his direction, taking the teasing further as she crossed her arms under her chest while leaned towards him, unconsciously giving him an even better view of her ample cleavage. Unfortunately for him, she noticed his drifting eyes and smiled wider. "Like what you see? I'm flattered, Naoto."
A chill ran down his spine from the tone of her voice that was as sweet as honey tasted. So sweet, he couldn't sense the danger in her words. He also couldn't sense the honesty is her voice either, marking her latter statement off as being nothing more than a simple jovial rib made in his direction. He didn't mean for them to take the conversation in this direction, and no matter how many times he tried to explain himself and justify his actions, the words would never come out. Nor would they let him fix the honest mistake even if he could form the words
"Sense is being bold!" Yoshi joined in, reaching up and rubbing at his hair, Nagatoro not even trying to push the girl away this time. The blond girl always had a thing when it came to his hair, and Nagatoro seemed to always have a thing for pushing the poor girl away every time she tried to 'ruffle' him. One of the few things he had notice about the laisse-faire girl, was that she never performed this act of intimacy with any other men, as far as he had seen. It was something she only ever attempted to do to him.
"I wouldn't mind if it were Senpai-kun~" Sakura added, catching him off-guard and leaving him completely stunned and at a loss for words as she dropped the ultimate bomb, both stopping the conversation and starting a new one filled with action.
Yoshi's movements suddenly stopped. Everyone and everything suddenly stopped. The table developed an uncomfortable and crushing silence. Nagatoro looked between everyone with eyes on stalk. Sakura only donned a bright smile with half-lidded eyes in his direction. Yoshi sat back in her spot as she released his hair.
"I get him first." Nagatoro suddenly broke the silence and catching him off guard once more.
"That is what we agreed on, I suppose." Gamo replied, sipping on her drink as she nodded her head.
Agreed on? Naoto inwardly asked himself. Have they planned this out before?!
His head was sent reeling away with thoughts, each question he asked himself only leading to more questions that he couldn't possibly begin answer. He was so lost in his own thoughts that hadn't noticed the beautiful tan girl calling out to him and moving closer. But she didn't continue from that point onward, instead she stayed silently by his side, all but feigning ignorance of the statement she had just made to him. In fact, they were pretending he wasn't there at all and further pretending that he couldn't hear them.
"Uhh, agreed on? What are you all talking about?" Naoto asked the group, earning him a few intrigued looks. The serious expression that had once been shared between the four of them had suddenly vanished from their faces and was instead replaced by wide grins and eyes set too stalk as their eyes all averted towards him once more.
"What's that, Paisen? Are ya imagining things in that head of yours again?" Gamo suddenly joked, leaning towards him once again. "Paisen's having dirty thoughts again!"
"Dirty thoughts!" Yoshi repeated, causing some of the customers at nearby tables to direct their attention to them in curiosity at the ruckus.
"Come on Hayacchi, just go for it already!" Gamo suddenly added, taking a strange turn with their teasing that caused him to direct his attention to the girl in question. "Surely that'll clear his head right up!"
Nagatoro moved faster than he could comprehend, closing the distance between the two of them in a blink and smashing her lips into his.
They shared a kiss in that moment that sent his mind reeling. The feeling was… hard to describe. It felt both forceful and gentle, and it equally filled him with a feeling of bliss and butterflies. It was his first kiss and judging from the odd movements that her lips made against his own, he assumed it was also her first time kissing as well. Her tongue prodded against his lips, slightly parting his puckered lips apart with unsure movements. Unconsciously, Naoto followed in her urging movements, opening his mouth and accepting her aggressive act with an act of his own. Her tongue forced itself into his mouth and began to wrestle his own in a desperate battle for a victor.
After what felt like several minutes—which he was sure was actually only a few seconds—they broke apart with a few pants of air, sucking in air they had starved themselves of and leaving a rivulet of their mixed saliva between their lips as they broke further apart. In his own mind, he processed the scene as being erotic and it was enough to send a tingle through his body that was similar to the feeling of electricity shooting down his spine. He could feel his balls tingle pleasantly as he watched the girl that he had just made out with pull away from him with a blush that made her look all the more sexually attractive in his own eyes.
If he was being honest with himself—and he always was—he had always thought Nagatoro was a very sexually attractive girl. And he had imagined her in various sexual positions in his mind, thinking of all the different ways he could draw the beautiful girl. It was embarrassing to admit, but he had also had a huge crush on the girl, and he couldn't help but be undeniably lustful for her while he was in high school.
After he graduated, he was very sad he wouldn't get to see her as often, but now that she was going to the same school as him, that meant they would see each other more often. Which meant he would be able to draw the girl again and get closer to her… this time not at school, but at his or her house. The thought of that alone was exciting enough to send another jolt through his body. Her kissing him surely meant something, and that made him happy. Very happy.
He knew that Nagatoro wasn't the kind of girl to just kiss anyone without meaning. She worked slow, and she made sure her relationships were grown slow as well—the same as her friends did. But from his understanding, the only boy she or her friends ever tried to actually pursue a closer relationship with was him.
"That was my first kiss…" Nagatoro added, confirming his prior thoughts about her being inexperienced.
Nagatoro talked a big game, the same as her friends did, but the reality was that they all wore a strong façade to hold their reputations. Believe it or not, under it all, they were all sweethearts.
That's right, underneath all that bullying, tormenting and teasing, they were still very emotional girls who just wanted to have fun and love life. Girls just want to have fun, after all, nothing wrong with that in his books. These were just women he grew particularly fond of and knowing that they had been planning something involving him and that card he showed them sent his brain down a frenzied path so fast, it made him feel like he was traveling at the speed of light.
Through all the surprise and confusion that hindered his ability to think greatly, he couldn't help but shift his head at the slight movements that formed to his left. Yoshi was the girl who moved to his immediate left, catching him surprisingly off his guard and slipping up to him faster than his relaxed and dazed body could react. Her lips touched his quickly, giving him a quick and delicate peck, before he quickly got another, and then another. Nagatoro had already made his body and mind feel completely on fire. She made him feel like Mr. Fahrenheit, burning at a thousand degrees.
And if Nagatoro was capable of making his body reach temperatures that were impossible by normal means, then Yoshi applying her own delicate and inexperienced kisses on his lips sent him over the edge and completely melted his brain. He wasn't capable of rational thought as he let the blond girl do as she pleased to his lips. She pulled away from him in a similar fashion to how Nagatoro did, leaning back in her seat with a deeply flushed face, her lips pressed tightly together as she tried her best to hold in a cheek-burning smile.
"That… was my first kiss too." Yoshi added, admitting to her inexperience the same as Nagatoro had before her. He took a moment to look around the restaurant as Yoshi spoke to him.
Surprisingly, no one seemed to notice what they were doing, and that may have been partly in thanks to the little walls that made their table seem more like a booth than a completely open table, providing the five of them some small amount of cover from any potential prying eyes that may be interested in what it was they were boldly doing at the table. But no one in the restaurant seemed to even care.
He turned his attention towards the girls once more. This time, Sakura and Yoshi had switched places without him noticing. Sakura was only inches away from him, looking at him with droopy eyes filled with some kind of wanton expression he couldn't quite place. She closed the distance with deft movements, the same experienced movements that she had displayed when she hugged him earlier.
Her lips collided with his in a flash, and immediately, the sensations was something entirely different than the other two girls that had previously kissed him. Sakura was soft, delicate and seemingly completely aware of his inexperience as she moved her tongue over his lips gently, parting them and rushing her tongue into his mouth with closed eyes. Immediately, he could taste something that the other girls hadn't previously had. A sweet, cherry-like taste that he couldn't help but focus on as his own tongue reached out to the source of the flavor.
She didn't let him win in his reaching though, as her own tongue met his in a match of fighting, forcing his back and down like they were having a thumb war. Eventually, the tongue wrestling match they had turned into gentle sucking and biting, giving each of them a mutual pleasure. There was no doubt in his mind that Sakura knew exactly what it was she was doing, and also knew exactly how to make him feel good with minimal efforts. The explosive feeling that blew through him was something that was both similar and different than Nagatoro or Yoshi. It was a feeling he got from each of them that he couldn't put into words.
But if Nagatoro's kissing was filled with love and Yoshi's was filled with uncertainty, then Sakura's was filled with lust. Yes, that was the only word he could find in his brain to describe the feeling Sakura sent zapping through his body with each sway and playful suck she gave to his tongue as she performed, until he eventually tried to mimic her own movements. By this point, his brain had all but been reduced to goop as he simply moved with the flow of things and let the girls unleash their wild desires onto him.
Eventually, Sakura pulled away from him after an indefinite amount of time. Leaving his own lips slightly parted and covered in a red tint that tasted exactly like cherries. Finally opening his own eyes to meet her dreamy and hazed over ones, he realized that the starstruck look on his face had probably made him look addled in the head, and he quickly tried to correct himself at that revelation but failed miserably in doing so as Sakura only smiled at his shell-shocked actions.
"How was that?" Sakura asked him with a smile and half-lidded eyes.
He could only manage a disoriented, stupefied smile as he looked at her. It wasn't fair for her to ask him about her… performance so suddenly after performing on him. His brain couldn't keep up with anything, even simple addition felt like a struggled amalgamation. In his head, he was struggling to figure out what nine plus ten even was.
"Uhh… yes?" he managed to barely get out, looking blankly at her.
"Well, now look what you did! We told you to go easy on him before this ever happened, and you already went and melted his brain before I got my turn!" Gamo added, poking at Sakura's side.
"Sorry~" Sakura added, the large smile never leaving her face. "On the bright side… you get to kiss him while he is most experienced!"
In his own mind, Sakura's logic wasn't entirely flawed, but it wasn't entirely correct either. But he did know one thing for certain, and that one thing was that Gamo was next in line to give him her kisses to him. He might not have been the best with women, considering his lack of experience through high school and even his lack of experience in college, but he wasn't entirely stupid either. The reason the girl were doing this was to make him aware of their feelings for him.
Feelings that he may or may not have noticed but chose to obviously ignore. Why did he choose to ignore them for the past few years? Well, the simple answer was that he was scared. And horribly confused on what to do. He was utterly terrified of ruining a relationship with Nagatoro, so he chose to be a coward and sit on the fence until after graduation, despite all the evidence of them sharing mutual feelings for each other. The one thing—or three in this case—that he wasn't expecting, was for the other three girls to also display their harbored romantic feeling for him.
He may have had his suspicions of them over the years, but he never noticed any more than that. Now, he knew they were waiting. Waiting for Nagatoro before they had their own turn. Waiting for him and Nagatoro to do things before they got to do them too. Somewhere, at some point over the years, they had planned this exact scenario out and were only now acting it out like some grand theatrical play in the rising act. The order and methods to their madness were something truly beyond his mental range of understanding, and as a result he didn't even try to understand, but instead opted to direct his attention at the fiery-haired amazon who shifted to the space Sakura had previously occupied.
"Well, save the best for last…" Gamo whispered out, her eyes half-lidded as she moved closer to him. Her attention was focused on his lips as she moved in close, something that seemed to show the lack of confidence in her movements. Her lips connected to his, and the movement surprised him greatly, as it was an action and feeling that completely betrayed her normal aggressive attitude and confident aura. The feeling of her lips on his was something completely different, far gentler than Nagatoro's and Sakura's, and surprisingly more unsure than Yoshi's own gentle pecks.
Gamo's kiss held all the emotion he had previously felt, rather than just a single emotion, he could feel the uncertainty, the care, and the love backing her kiss with none of the forcefulness that he expected from her. She moved her hands up his body in a swift and unsteady action that the other girls hadn't done previously, and gently placed her forearms on his shoulders, pulling him closer as she wrapped herself fully around his neck and delicately fell into him. Gamo gave far more physical contact than the other three combined did, and she only pushed herself closer as their kiss went deeper and deeper with each passing second.
Surprising even himself, he prodded his tongue against her waiting lips, eliciting a sharp sound from her that came out as a suppressed moan that only further sent excited shivers down his spine. Gamo's hand move to his hair and slipped into his hair to hold him close to her, and soon, her own tongue joined the fray soon after, moving with inexperienced and unsure motions as she tried to mimic his own movements. She pulled away for a moment, leaving a trail of their mixed saliva the same way that him and Nagatoro had done. Her eyes looked dreamy and half-lidded the same as Sakura's had, but she moved closer to him again. Crashing her head into the crook of his neck, and hugging him closer, she began to speak to him, only loud enough for him to hear.
"You're the only one…" She began, "The only boy I've ever kissed. The only one I've ever liked, and the only one I've ever been this close with."
Not sure what else to do, or how to handle her sudden confession, he simply reached up and pat her head the same as he had done earlier. Beneath the strong, confident façade Gamo normally wore, she was still sensitive under it all. She was a girl who desired a meaningful relationship, desired love, and desired touch just as much as anyone else did. And sharing those first experiences with him was an experience that meant far more to her than he could imagine.
"Aww… we didn't get to hold him after, no fair." Sakura added, catching the attention of Gamo and causing the girl to pull away from him quickly.
Silence fell over them as the waiter came back to their table with a few of their entrees. At first, questions clearly stirred on her face as she noticed the new seating arrangement of the girls, and she seemed to be at a loss on who ordered what. She sent a look at him for a moment, and then realization spread over her face in the form of smile. The waitress knew exactly what had transpired between them, and it showed on her face.
After the waitress had offered them their ordered meals, nothing else entertaining had happened. They all ate their food, holding conversations about their lives and weekend plans while leaving him to his own devices to think. And that was exactly what he did for the remainder of their meal, speaking only briefly to answer questions that were occasionally thrown his way.
And after all that, he still paid for all their food, just as he originally intended. He wasn't exactly hurting for money, so he didn't mind showing that form of kindness. The act managed to take the girls by surprise, but they offered him an accord as repayment in the form of a date. That's right, each of the four girls had asked to go on a date with him, starting with Nagatoro.
And his first date was tomorrow.
That's right. The thing that had him completely perplexed was that he was still trying to think about the things that transpired today. The revelation that all four of his closest friends had feelings for him that went much deeper than he thought wasn't exactly new he could process all in the span of a few hours. It was hard to even imagine before today, and the fact that it was becoming a reality now was a surreal feeling. He leaned back in a recliner, letting his brain continue from where it left off as he kicked his feet up and closed his eyes, ignoring the heat as the movie continued to lull him away peacefully.
Thoughts and images about the day that waited ahead of him tomorrow filled his mind, The images swam through his mind, crisp and clear; despite the fact that the events hadn't even taken place yet. For the last time of that night, the weight and pressure of healthy, functioning neurons quickly began to get outweighed by his prefrontal cortex—which was responsible for handling reasoning and complex interpersonal thinking skills. His flag of intellectual dependence fell in the darkness his closed eyes brought, and still, his conscious thoughts hadn't given up their images of Nagatoro as he processed them in his parietal lobe, where his thoughts where precariously his own, but severely limited.
Until finally, he fell asleep in the recliner, dreaming of the girl and the day that would soon be ahead of them both. Dreaming of what would happen both during and after. Anticipation formed in his unconscious, anxious thoughts.
End of Chapter 2: Kisses
This took me way too long. Like, wayyy too long. Sorry about that, really! I hope you all enjoy this chapter, and I look forward to any feedback! Reviews mean the world to me; they keep me coming back to write more for you all! (I still don't know why I can't have proper indention from MS Word to Fanfiction.)
So, next chapter is when things get real, and we get straight to the lemons. No hesitation, no regrets. I'll let you guess the order these dates and lemons happen, and you can probably guess which one I'm looking forward to writing the most, given my special details for a certain character in particular.
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