Fantasy
Rustle, rustle. The receptionist had his head down as he was ruffling through a manila folder of papers, not even noticing the two teenagers that had approached, standing before him.
"Ahem… Excuse me…" Kenji voiced, clearing his throat as the man glanced up at him with a partially interested expression on his face. "I-I would… I would like to rent a room…"
"Yes, sir, madam." He replied in a bemused tone, turning toward the electronic equipment sitting upon the desk and hovered his fingers above the keyboard as he cast his customers a neutral look, mostly addressing the ninja. "How many days?"
"Uh, j-just overnight," he stammered a nervous reply, presenting the credit card and placing it on the cool marble surface of the counter. "Yeah, th-that will be all…"
"Oh, relax," his female companion assured him warmly, and rested her hand on his forearm, squeezing him briefly while she turned to gaze at him with a comforting smile; he merely nodded in silent agreement.
"That will be no problem," the man responded nonchalantly, taking the form of payment and processing information into the computer before confirming, "Mr. Yugo Ohgami?"
Not used to lying, Kenji felt flush crept up on his neck but when his schoolmate laid her head down onto his shoulder in wordless encouragement, he was able to manage a quick, "Yes."
The hotel worker seemed to buy it, and slid the card through the thin slot of a small box that presumably kept a record of the bill, then he handed the thin rectangular object back to its temporary owner. The cobalt-haired ninja tucked it back into his wallet, and sheathed that into his pocket, unable to meet the receptionist's eye when he set a chain with a single key onto the counter and informed the pair, "Your room number is two-six-nine, Mr. Ohgami. Thank you, have a good night, and we hope you enjoy your stay."
"Thank you very much too!" Uriko exclaimed enthusiastically, dislodging herself from the arm of her school peer and immediately grabbed the keychain, then strode over to the lobby where the elevators aligned the walls. She looked back at her friend, "Come on, slowpoke, let's go!"
A weak smile grazing his lips, he started after her, but paused when the man at the front desk spoke to him a bit quietly, "Mr. Ohgami, pardon me…"
The sixteen-year-old male pivoted to face the speaker, suddenly afraid that his true identity had been realized, and wondered if he would get in trouble for lying about being his brother. "Yes…?"
"I believe you may need this," the receptionist suggested calmly as he reached underneath the desk and produced a small box, handing it to Kenji; "Since this is prom night, these are completely free of charge."
The mole zoanthrope blinked in confusion and glanced down, his eyes widening when he realized the contents of the cardboard case while his cheeks began to flush red. He looked at the hotel worker incredulously, and without a word of thanks, whirled around and ran over to his companion, hurriedly tucking the box into the large pocket of his suit top. A soft ding noised when the elevator arrived, and Uriko eagerly stepped inside the small section, the key dangling from the bottom of her fist. Wordlessly, the male student followed suit, staring blankly at the wall and his friend did not seem to acknowledge his current mood as she pushed the button for the floor of where their room was located.
The steady hum of the lift rising felt somewhat soothing to his tensed nerves, and he sighed silently under his breath, relaxing enough to allow his eyelids to slide down to a close. He distinctly heard the smooth humming of his friend's voice, her warm tone emitting a melodious tune that delightfully soared into his ears, an invisible form of comfort. A ding corresponding to the first one beforehand sounded at that moment, jolting his eyes open just as the mechanical doors moved to the side, slipping into a slot in the wall. The feline zealously stepped out into the hallway, scanning the numbers on the numerous maroon-colored doors to find the room they would be staying in.
"Aha, here it is!" She exclaimed a few seconds later, and inserted the key into the lock; fumbling and turning the knob while Kenji listlessly trailed behind, stopping when he was standing next to her.
She pushed the tall frame in an inward motion to enter the vicinity, and reached her hand to the side to turn on the lights, then spread her arms wide as she proceeded forward as if to embrace the room. He glanced around; unimpressed by the normal aspects of a television set at the front, while a few feet adjacent was a small tan wooden table paired with two comfortable plush blue chairs. There was a shut door located on the right that he presumed to be the lavatory, and against the opposite wall from it was the single king-sized bed. Covering that were snow-white sheets with large designs of various flowers and different colored roses, spidery green vines entwining around in circular patterns.
The cobalt-haired ninja blinked in confusion, and his voice choked a little as he commented, "Th-there's only one bed… for the two of us…"
Turning to peer at him, Uriko shot him a strange look and nodded slightly. "Yeah… I guess that means we'll have to share. You… okay with that?"
She was startled when her companion released a low, vicious growl, as if he were direly angry at the concept of sharing the space with her, but she did not understand why, as there was more than enough room in it to fit them both. Bounding over to it, she plopped onto the mattress, bouncing jauntily for a bit, noticing after a few minutes that her friend was still glaring at the bed through heavy-lidded eyes. The Kenpo student slid backwards, propping herself up against the wall, resting her hands on her knees as she looked at him curiously and inquired, "Is… is something wrong, Kenji?"
"That stupid man at the front desk…" he muttered darkly, and she had to strain to hear his next words, "Assuming things that have no relevance to his business." With a quick flick of his wrist, the auburn-haired girl spotted a small, flat rectangular box sail through the air and land onto the pillow next to the one she was sitting upon.
She peered at the object curiously, reading the labels and resisted the urge to gasp softly when she realized what the contents inside were. "Oh boy… Kenji, is that a…"
"Condom. It is a box containing damn condoms." Her former friend answered with disdain coating his tone. "I am extremely irritated with the receptionist's presumption that because you and I are merely finding refuge here overnight together that we will submit to 'typical teenage hormones'."
"Oh well, I'm not really surprised that any of the hotel staff members would assume that of us," she remarked with a nonchalant shrug. "After all, a lot of people who go to the prom will tend to stay at the hotel overnight with their dates, since they want to-" All of a sudden, she broke off her sentence, an embarrassed flush tainting her cheeks. "Never mind…"
"Engage in sexual intercourse with each other?" Kenji supplied for her helpfully, his voice cool and emotionless.
She blushed even more deeply at his bluntness and dipped her head down to gaze at the carpeted floor. "Wow, Kenji, you really have been speaking your mind out loud lately…"
"Would you like me to censor myself?" he countered instantly, taking on a slightly defensive edge.
"No, no, it's okay…" the girl glanced up to meet his eyes and raised her hands in defeat. "I'm just a little surprised. But pleasantly, of course!"
"I am sure you are." He answered coolly, quickly glancing at the clock hanging on the wall before averting his attention to the door leading into the bathroom. "It's eleven-twenty. Maybe we should be getting ready to go to sleep right about now."
She sighed in wordless agreement and shrugged aimlessly. "All right, sure. But I'm gonna take a shower before I go to bed; I feel kinda sweaty in this dress after wearing it in such warm weather for so many hours."
"Go ahead," the ninja encouraged, waving his hand toward the lavatory. "I will take mine after you are finished." She nodded, and started heading in that direction, but then he thought of something and spoke up, "Wait… Did you bring a nightgown or other appropriate wear for sleeping…?"
"No…" Uriko informed him, biting her lip. "I didn't think something like this would happen… But hey, this is a fancy hotel, they've got to either have robes in the bathroom, or those huge towels - something like that, right?"
"I don't know." He replied calmly. "I have never stayed in a room of this particular hotel before."
"Me neither," she empathized before continuing to head into the bathroom. After a bit of exploration inside, her voice called back out to him, "Yup, they've got robes in here! All right then, I'm gonna shower now; see you in a while!"
Nodding even though he knew full well that she could not see his action, Kenji walked over to one of the large chairs and sat onto the soft blue cushion, leaning his upright elbow upon the armrest. Sitting quietly for a few moments, he brooded over the events of the night: his initial reaction of shock when he saw his rival kissing his zoanthrope compatriot. How quickly Wendy had dropped him as soon as she saw him dancing with his friend, and then the way he had to practically assure Uriko that he cared nothing about his reputation before she agreed to stay in the room overnight with him. He thoroughly enjoyed spending time in her presence, but when they were on the dance floor together, he'd had to fight back an inner urge that whispered for him to take her in his arms and kiss her sweet lips.
"Riko…" a sudden inspirational nickname emitted from him just then, and he jolted in bewilderment, wondering how that had suddenly surfaced to his mind. But when the ninja paused and momentarily pondered the endearment, he felt a smile form over his mouth and he breathed again, "…Riko." It sounds rather… cute. Like Uriko herself.
His emotional stress finally caught up with him, and his eyelids drooped slightly, emphasizing his fatigue yet he tried to fight against the tiredness, as he needed to shower before going to sleep. Catching sight of the remote control sitting atop the television set, the mole zoanthrope stood up and retrieved it, then went back to his seat. Clicking the "on" button, he waited as the screen flickered into view, and mused over the action movie that was currently being shown, watching for a bit, grimacing at the noise level of the multiple explosions occurring. He changed channels, and unfortunately came across shots of two nude people intertwined in each other; immediately realizing what it was, his face twisted into a look of disgust and he turned the TV off. What's wrong with the world these days? So much of this… pornography garbage. Truly disturbing.
He was unaware of how much time had slipped by as he delved into inquiring thoughts of how strange the youth society surrounding him had become. Why was it that it seemed as if every other teenager knew what was going on, and he was always either the last to realize the situation, or when he finally did, it was already time for a new trend to begin? Entangled in his thoughts, Kenji did not notice that his friend had opened the bathroom door and stepped back into the suite, wearing a cotton robe and sporting a white towel wrapped around her hair. She went to the table in which he was located nearby, and set her clothes upon the surface, folded up neatly in a stack, then placed her low-heeled footwear beside it.
It was not until she had strolled right in front of his face and snapped her fingers that he was startled back into reality, and slowly raised his head to meet her eyes with his. "…Uriko. You are finished?"
She nodded, giggling lightheartedly. "What, you wanted me to take longer? I've already been in there for over twenty minutes! Oh and there's no bathtub inside, but a Jacuzzi! I loved it; you should really try that out yourself when you go take your shower."
"Perhaps I will." He complied with a half-smile gracing his lips.
Arising from the plush chair, the dark-haired ninja glanced at her meaningfully, and briefly touched her shoulder before strolling toward the lavatory, missing the faint hint of longing that lingered in her eyes. He flicked the light switch on and shut the door behind him, taking in the sights of the pale blue tiles of the wall, while feeling the crisp black marble floor under his shoes. Paying no attention to the normal attributes of a restroom, toilet and sink, he moved right on to peering at the single bathrobe hanging from a hook next to what he presumed to be the Jacuzzi. Indeed, as his friend had informed him just seconds ago, there was a wide, circular tub that delved into the floor with several little holes aligning the rim.
There's always a first time for everything, Kenji thought, shrugging nonchalantly as he stripped his clothing off, and folded each article of clothing up before placing them on the counter aside the faucet. Descending to ground level near the Jacuzzi, he inspected a small box with a switch on it pointing down toward "Off", and matter-of-factly flicked it upward at "On". A rumbling noise began to drift into the air and streams of water forced their ways out from the holes, filling the tub and being drained away at the bottom. He smirked a bit, and stepped into the vat, stretching his legs out across the distance, leaning his arms over the rim and slid more deeply down under the surface.
Mmmm… A slight grin touched his lips as he thought of how much his female companion must have enjoyed being in the Jacuzzi herself, surrounded by the tepid comfort. That led his mind to conjuring up a certain picture of her in his mind that he felt ashamed of thinking, and he grimaced, silently scolding himself for being so perverted. Her delicate pink lips curved in a luscious smile, chocolate brown eyes twinkling impishly, he imagined her being held tightly in his arms, and leaning toward her for a sensuous kiss. And as if on cue, a tickling sensation started on his chest, making him eject a soft groan, thinking of how it would feel to have her delicate fingers trickling over his skin.
Soothed by the low, steady hum of the whirlpool jets that shot streaks of the warm, clear liquid swirling around his lower body, the sixteen-year-old sighed in contentment and allowed his thoughts to run astray. He could almost feel the smooth palms of the auburn-haired girl's hands gliding over his lean pectoral muscles, curved fingertips barely brushing against his flat male nipples. They left to lightly scratch their way down along his body, tickling the shallow delve of his bellybutton, making the ninja release a slightly strained hiss of unspoken approval. And at an agonizingly slow pace, the slender fingers continued the journey, nearing his waist, seeming to head for the portion of his body that was most sensitive to all aspects of touch.
Riko… A low groan rumbled deep in his throat as an image of her face flickered briefly in his mind. My Uriko…
His eyes still closed, Kenji tightly sealed his lips shut to contain the noise of pleasure that threatened to escape when the soothingly soft palms traveled lower, down past the surface of the water, touching his bare, uncovered skin. A breathless gasp emitted from him when the hands passed his pelvis area and firm, but slender fingers boldly wrapped around his stiffening member, which was eagerly awaiting more erotic affection. He hissed in encouragement, especially when the petal soft contact trickled up and down along the pulsating length, making his blood circulate to his nether regions. The dark-haired teenager groaned aloud at the warm water soothing his tensed muscles, and the seemingly skillful, seductive caresses that were leisurely reducing him to panting with each passing moment.
"Uhhh…" he grunted, straining to control his emotions, his fists balled up tightly as they laid upon the marble surface next to the tub.
"Shhh… Let it go, Kenji…" the angel's whisper drifted into his ears, tickling his sensations; "It's okay… just let your feelings flow free…"
…Free…? He pondered weakly, wanting to succumb to the mewling urge.
The tempo of the caressing motion increased, the pace going faster until his breathing rhythm matched the speed, his chest constricting from trying to hold his emotions back. Finally, he succumbed to the seductive torture, and felt the stiff tension drain out of his muscles when substance was released from the tip of his male organ. Muffling his groan of pleasure by pressing his lips tightly together, the ninja was wracked by several shuddering sighs of relief before he weakly slid his eyelids up open. Blinking in slight confusion, he glanced at his hands, which were still resting atop the surface of the floor, but his knuckles looked white as he was tightly clenching the rims.
What… what was that…? He wondered breathlessly, releasing his hold so that he could bring his hands to his eyes and rub them. I… That was just a… a dream of some sort, right…? Or maybe… His gaze traveled to the surface of the water, where a bit of white-colored liquid was distorting the clearness. …Maybe that was one of those… weren't they called 'fantasies'… the sex education instructor was informing the guys in class about.
Kenji shook his head, feeling pathetic that he had envisioned such eroticism in his fantasy, and even moreso, it was about his very own best friend touching him, of all people! Certain that he would not be able to look her straight in the eyes ever again, he practically leaped up out of the tub, grabbed the bathrobe hanging from the hook and threw it around his body. After tightly securing the sash about his waist, he bent down and flicked the switch to turn the water flow off, doing the same to the lights in the lavatory before stepping back out into the main room. He scanned the area quickly, searching for his friend, and was extremely relieved to see her already under the covers in bed, breathing lightly to signify her current sleeping state.
I suppose she was very tired… he mused with a sigh of relief that he would not have to exchange any embarrassing, awkward conversation with her at the moment, and hoped she'd sleep for quite some time. Absentmindedly running a hand through his dark blue hair, the male student slowly strolled over to where she was slumbering, and gazed intently at her peaceful form for a few minutes. The blanket was all the way up to her chin, shielding many of her attributes from his view, though even her face brought tenderness to lighten his mood. A lock of her long brown tress had fallen onto her closed eyelid, and he fought the temptation to reach down and brush it away, fearing that he would end up doing more than just that.
Pushing back the dark urge that whispered for him to do unspeakable things to her, Kenji tentatively drew back the sheets, and slipped into bed beside his schoolmate. Squeezing his eyes shut, he focused all his energy and attention to falling asleep and thankfully, his earlier fatigue came back now to claim him to the unconscious world. A short distance away from his lied-down body, Uriko's eyelids creaked open halfway, and she turned her head over to peer at the ninja before sliding her arms out from underneath the covers. Her timid irises stared at her open palms, which were glistened with the damp moisture of water, and the traces of another unidentifiable thick liquid.
Crimson blush creeping upon her cheeks, she reached across to the nightstand next to her to retrieve a tissue, so that she could wipe off the white, sticky substance clinging to her slender fingers.