Miku had never been home alone like this before. The possibilities were as exciting as they were daunting. Nino and Itsuki were staying at their respective universities for the semester. Yotsuba was at the film location with Ichika. And per usual, their father was nowhere to be seen.

The sun was just getting ready to set. Miku held her phone in her hand. Her finger hovered over Fuutarou's name. She wanted to spend time with him since they had a chance to be alone for once. She hesitated out of fear. What if he assumed she had less than pure motives? What if that assumption was right? What if he wasn't ready to take their relationship to that level? What if she wasn't ready and was only thinking about it because of the opportunity in front of her?

It would be so much easier for her if he just called her first! She grunted in frustration. The more she thought about it the worse it got. She bit her lip and squeezed her free hand between her legs. She was getting hot and bothered by just the thought of him coming over.

"To hell with this fear!" She huffed as she tapped his name. The phone started ringing. A thought crossed her mind, even if he was too busy or unwilling to come over, listening to his voice might be enough to satisfy her.

"Hey Miku." He answered. Her heart skipped a beat and she became acutely aware of how riled she had gotten herself.

"Fuutarou." She tried keeping her desperation under wraps.

"Is everything okay?" He asked.

"Are you doing anything?" Miku asked.

"I just ate dinner. Why what's up?"

"I was wondering if you'd want to come over."

"Sure thing so long as it's cool with Itsuki and Nino."

"Um ...they won't mind." She batted around the true answer just in case he got cold feet knowing she was home alone.

"Alright, I'll be over in a minute then."

As soon as he hung up Miku jumped out of bed. She contemplated taking a swift bath so she could greet him in a towel. It was a dumb idea because what happens if he got there and she was still bathing and unable to open the door for him? She shook her head. If she was really going to sleep with him tonight she wanted him to take her clothes off anyway.

She was letting the hormones get to her. She brushed her hair and admired herself in the mirror. She unbuttoned one more button than usual on her top. She was proud of her breasts, even if they caused her back problems. In fact, that'd be an excuse for Fuutarou to massage her back.

She paced around, wondering what she should say. How was she going to take advantage of this situation? If she just went with the flow, they'd just end up watching whatever documentary was on. If she tried too hard, she might make Fuutarou uncomfortable and ruin the mood she was in. This would be her first time, his first time, their first time. The only reason she was still thinking it over was because her horniness still outweighed her fear.

She nearly jumped out of her leggings and cheered when she heard Fuutarou buzz in. She let him into the building and awaited his arrival at her door. She slammed it open as soon as she heard the first knock. Fuutarou was taken aback by her demeanor and his eyes went right to her cleavage, just as she desired.

"Miku?" Fuutarou pondered. She grabbed him by the wrist and yanked him into the apartment and shut the door behind her. "Is everything alright?" He asked, sensing her odd mood.

"Everything is fine." Miku stammered as she leaned against the door.

"Really?" He didn't seem convinced. "Where's Itsuki and Nino?"

"They're ...not here. They're staying with some friends on campus for the night. You know, studying."

"But you said they were…"

"I said they'd be fine."

"So then...we're alone?"

"Seems that way." She lifted her head up, making eye contact for the first time. He was starting to blush and get embarrassed. She had an idea to either ease the tension or make it worse. She stepped up to him and pulled him into a kiss. As she did, she made sure to brush between his legs and press her chest up against him.

"It's like a date then." Fuutarou gulped after the kiss broke. "What did you have in store?"

That question burned in the back of her mind. A dozen erotic fantasies shot through her head. She imagined bathing with him, covering herself in syrup and making him lick it off her, bending over the couch and having him take her from behind and even dropping to her knees where she stood and taking him into her mouth.

"Come with me." She grabbed his hand. "Let's just go to my room for now." The more intimate setting was sure to lighten the mood and mentally prepare the both of them for all the things she wanted to do. But as she thought about it, there weren't many things she wanted to do and a whole world of things she wanted done to her.

"What's gotten into you?" Fuutarou asked. He could sense something different. She was not acting normal. If they were home alone, why seek refuge in her room?

"It's what I want in me." She muttered under her breath. She straightened up and put a finger to her chest, drawing his eye to her cleavage. "What do you want to do to me?"

"I just want to know why you're acting weird." Fuutarou shrugged. "I guess we could just lay and cuddle."

"Hmm mmm." She shook her head. "I want more than that. She undid another button off her top. "We might not have another night like this in a long time. I want to take advantage of it. I want… you to use my body for your pleasure."

"Miku." Fuutarou blushed.

"Don't just stand there." Miku begged. "Please! Do Every. Sinful. Thing. That you can think of. I want you to live out your fantasy."

"Are you…..sure?" He asked as he slowly reached for her breasts.

"Do it!" She whined. "Do me!" His hands grabbed her shirt and ripped it off. One of her buttons popped off and hit the wall. As he discarded her top his hands snapped her bra off.

"You're so beautiful." Fuutarou moaned as he started grabbing and kissing the mounds.

"That's right baby." She cooed. "They're all yours."

"Mmm." He continued to mold them like dough and kiss them mounds. He wrapped his lips around one of the nipples and started sucking. Miku was practically gushing as she listened to his sweet suckling sounds. Her back arched and she shut her eyes, focusing on all the wonderful things Fuutarou could do with his mouth. Then, he put a hand between her legs. "It's so wet down here."

"You always make me this way." She moaned. He started rubbing her soaked cunt through her leggings, driving her wild. "Yes. I want it. I'm so horny baby. Fuck me. Pin me down to the bed and fuck me anyway you want. I want you to fuck my brains out and feel good."

He walked her towards the bed. As she tripped onto the mattress he broke contact. She stood above her watching her toss and turn and play with herself. She discarded her skirt and stuck a hand under her undergarments to rub her crying pussy while her other hand grabbed tightly to her breast.

"You're so beautiful." He said.

"Fuutarou, don't stop." She whimpered. I need you inside me." He quickly removes all of his clothes. When she heard his pants hit the floor she opened her eyes a peak. She saw his cock standing at attention. She started oozing in anticipation of all seven inches being shoved inside her sipping cunt pounding away at her core.

"Let's get this out of the way." He said as he started pulling her panties and leggings off. "I should probably get a condom too."

"NO!" She pleaded. "I mean...if you really want to be safe. But I want to feel every inch of you inside me." He finished removing her leggings and looked at the wet mess that laid beneath.

"You want it raw?" He sighed.

"If it won't be too much of a hassle."

Fuutarou had little resolve to put a stop to this. He didn't have any condoms with him and he doubted she had some around. If she was okay with it like this, then he was more than okay. He crawled on top of her. His member brushed against her clit. She reached down and grabbed his shaft. She rubbed it up and down as she guided him through her sacred passage.

He shoved right through her hymen, earning a shriek of pain and delight. He smashed his lips into hers and shoved himself all the way in with one stroke. Her arms shot around him, clawing into the back of his neck. She lifted her hips up, forcing him to go as deep as possible. His elbows gave out and he nearly collapsed on her.

The kiss broke as they got comfortable. Her nails scrapped down his back. One of her hands reached around and clutched his ass. They were both sweating and breathing heavily already. Both their faces were flush with excitement. She bucked her hips, letting him know he can keep going. He slowly started pulling out and rammed himself back in.

He did this a few times. She was adjusting to his length and girth and he was lost in her tight and warm her honeypot felt. His pace gradually quickened as he found a comfortable rhythm. He found a beat that matched her breaths. She would take a deep inhale as he pulled out and then yelp sharply when he slammed himself back in. Her pussy made squelching sounds with each thrust. His balls slapped against her.

"HRNG!" Fuutarou grunted like an animal. He tried propping himself up while maintaining his tempo. He watched her fleshy mounds jiggle with each beat. Her moans were getting louder and louder with each passing second. It was driving him crazy.

"Yes, oh God ...oh God!" She was losing her mind. She was drooling all over the place with her tongue hanging out of her wide-open mouth. "Don't ...stop."

"I can't go for much longer." He grunted. Miku whined and started bucking her hips into his.

"I'm so close...Fuutarou, just a little longer." Her eyes squeezed shut and she focused on the overwhelming feeling. She let the scent of sex invade her nose. She imagined herself cumming over and over again. She replayed every primal grunt and groan to come from his mouth. She imagined what it must look like for anyone who would be watching.

"Cum for me." He groaned. His arm reached for the headboard. His pace slowed as he tried delaying his orgasm but he kept each thrust strong. A sinful symphony of flesh slapping flesh accompanied the creaks of the bed and hearty moans. "Miku…I fucking love you so much."

"Yeah! Yeah!" She repeated. Her mind was in shambles. She couldn't form a coherent thought. Fuutarou was fucking her senseless and she was so close to the most explosive orgasm of her life. But those words did get through to her. "Love!"

"More." Fuutarou closes his eyes. He was cumming but he focused on the tempo of his hips. He went full speed again for a dozen powerful thrusts with all the stamina he had left.

"AAAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAA!" Miku was thrown over the top by the last desperate move. The coil inside her snapped and she squirted her lovely nectar all over Fuutarou's hips and stomach. Her walls clenched and quivered, sending him through his orgasm. Thick ropes of cum filled up her sacred core. She bucked up into him, riding both of their orgasms out. When he couldn't go any longer, he pulled out and collapsed next to her.

"That… was more fun than I thought it would be." Fuutarou whispered.

"You were sooooooooo goooooood." Miku cried. She leaned up for a second to see his semen leak out of her snatch. She wiped up a bit with her finger and licked it. The mix of their respective juices made a flavor she'd love to taste again.

"I'm exhausted." Fuutarou sighed. Miku giggles as she pulled a blanket over them.

"I want more." Miku admitted. "Anywhere you want, anytime you want, I want to fuck you and feel you cum inside me over, and over and over again."

"I can get used to that." He smiles and turned to face her. Her finger poked at his chest and he retaliated by poking her breasts. "I love you."

"I love you more." She said as she rubbed up against him. The two then just lay silently, occasionally exploring each other's bodies with their hands until they both drifted off to sleep.