Disclaimer: A little bit of (Monika) NSFW in this chapter. Enjoy, you dirty minded readers.
"Nghhh~...hahhh...Kazumaaaa~~"
Although it wasn't the most romantic place in the world, the corner stall of the boys bathroom at Yamaku High School would have to do for Natsuki Tamura and Kazuma Odaka. At least there was a sense of privacy; with the exception of a janitor or two, the Literature Club was the only group in the entire school. Over the break, Monika managed to convince the school staff, on the grounds they would be completing actual schoolwork, to give her (foolishly) a master key that unlocked any and every door to the campus. This let the Literature Club use their traditional classroom space for club meetings over the break, whenever they pleased, anytime at all.
Not like they were actually gonna do work, dear me no. It was silently agreed they would be using the space as a crash pad, a place to watch movies and chill at. The desks were pushed to the walls, blankets draped over the windows, lights set up, a projector jerry-rigged up. Sayori brought her disco ball speaker. Within an hour, the greatest crash pad ever was created.
And nobody asked any questions, because Monika Sehlke was Monika Sehlke, someone who could never lie to an authority figure, and was an absolute model student.
Yep. Absolutely.
...
Twenty Minutes Ago
...
Monika dumped a handful of yen coins and a couple of notes into my open hand. "Well, since Sayori decided to forget to bring snacks today-"
"I forgot, shut up already!", the coral pink-haired girl yelled from the back of the clubroom, helping Yuri pull up a completely legitimate movie streaming site.
"-looks like you two gotta make do with what you can at the corner-store down the street."
I glanced at Natsuki. "Allllrighty, then." I said slowly, shoving the money into my pocket. Natsuki and I turned to head out the door.
Monika called out from behind. "And don't take too long, like you did the last time you two went out. I swear, you guys were out from an hour, and then you bitched about how Sayori ate all the chips and dip."
"I was fucking hungryyyy!", Sayori piped up again, now wrestling with an HDMI cable like Captain Ahab versus Moby Dick.
Natsuki turned around, puzzled. "What do you mean? We got stuck at the train by Yamasaki Road. We texted you."
Monika's face was unchanged, an expression not buying what the tsundere was selling. "Uhhuh, sure. Whatever."
Reaching into her bag, she unveiled a slender glass glass bottle, about the size of a hardcover novel. It's contents were a rich, deep golden brown in color with a red plastic cap. The label was stark white, with red printing. I couldn't make out what it said from here, something something German.
"I'm being deadass, Monika. You wanna see a pic of the train I took?" Natsuki said.
Monika leaned down and started to pull out tiny shot-glasses, two-by-two, held tightly in her fingers. She gently set them on the table next to the bottle.
She popped the cap off with her free hand and poured the contents into one of the glasses.
"Yeah, maybe later. Just make sure you get Twizzlers. We'll start the movie without you if you take too long."
…
The door to the clubroom clicked shut.
I looked at Natsuki.
Natsuki looked at me.
We lunged at each other. Natsuki jumped up and wrapped her legs around me, and pressed her lips into mine. Our moans were muffled by each other's lips as we started to slowly move around the hallway. I gently held her against the wall, and lifted her up a bit.
She broke the kiss off for a split second. "Iloveyou."
"Loveyoutoo."
Her arms were wrapped around my neck, pulling me in close. Our tongues swirled eagerly, tasting each others, well, you know. The smell of her strawberry-mango hair conditioner swirled in my nose, the warmth of her cheeks radiating against my face, the adorable squeaks under her breath. Her heartbeat was quick-paced, the little vibrations beating against my chest. My mind swirled. Just a week ago I was fussing over poems, and here I am making out at school with the love of my life!
Natsuki broke the kiss. She leaned into my ear.
"I have an ideaaaaa~", she said playfully.
"I'm all ears, sunflower." I cooed back.
Natsuki hopped off from her perch and quickly grabbed my hand. Giggling, she started to pull me down the hallway.
With her free hand, she pushed open the door of the boy's bathroom, only a couple dozen yards away from where the rest of the club was at. As expected, it was completely deserted. The smell of daffodils and oranges was ripe, a pleasant aroma. Water gurgled softly in the pipes inside the walls. The stall doors were slightly ajar, and Natsuki quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me to the farthest stall, reserved for handicaps.
"Natsuki, the fuck are we-", I started to say.
Practically kicking the door down, Natsuki pulled me inside and locked the door shut.
Abruptly, she shoved me against the wall. She pressed her body…
"Baby, don't kill the mood…"
Leaning up, she kissed me deeply on the lips, cupping my cheeks in her soft, pert hands. I felt a hot rush of blood rise to my face (and, uh, another place).
"...okay?~", she said with a sneaky smile. With a swift gesture, she let loose the red ribbons that held up her hair, letting it flow down to just above her shoulders.
Natsuki started to unbutton my black dress shirt, starting from the top down. As she slowly made her way down, she crouched down onto her knees. Slowly, she started to make her way down to just below my...
Aw, shit.
Wasting no time, Natsuki slowly undid my belt from it's loop, letting it hang free. Almost tauntingly, she unbuttoned my pants and slowly slid the zipper down. Already, I was getting up to full, er, stand, with a small wet spot just at the top of my boxers.
Natsuki giggled, and slyly rubbed a hand against my throbbing member. "Is this all for m-"
My phone buzzed in my pocket. Natsuki paused.
I sighed, and dug it out from my pocket and clicked it open.
New message from Just Monika!
"It's Monika." I said, swiping open the message.
Where are you
"Shit, what do I say?" I asked.
Natsuki sighed, dejected. She got up and started to tie the ribbons back up into her hair.
"Just say we're heading back already, fuck it."
Taptaptaptap.
heading back from the store, why
Monika's icon flickered.
Can you guys hurry it up?
I swiped up my keyboard.
Give us 20 mins
Monika's icon flickered again.
Sure
I shoved my phone back into my pocket, and started to lean to Natsuki for a kiss before my phone buzzed again.
By the way, I can hear your moans down the hall. You do know that sound has an echo, right? Jesus Christ, at least go and fuck in a bathroom in the next hall."
I paused, staring at the text. I felt my face go hot.
Count yourself lucky Sayori and Yuri are waist deep into a card game right now, otherwise they'd have a glass pressed up right against the bathroom door. Remember my Twizzlers
Natsuki stared at me, watching my face contort. "What?" Silently, I showed her my phone.
Natsuki's eyes followed the text along. Her face turned a bright red.
"I…uhh...", she trailed off. No words. Honestly, I was tripping over my thoughts, too.
We were both silent. I clicked my phone off and awkwardly put it in my pocket.
"...so what do we do?" I finally said.
…
"Took you long enough." Monika said, taking a bite out of her curly red Twizzler.
"Yeah, you know how the train goes and...stuff." Natsuki said, trying to be as casual and cool as possible. Monika just rolled her eyes.
I glanced over to the middle of the classroom, which was now the base of Fort Blankets. Dozens of multi-colored pillows, bedsheets and blankets were spread out to form a cozy cocoon, with a stark white projector and Macbook sitting in the middle, the homescreen of the movie of choice displayed against the bare wall. Sayori and Yuri were sitting together, the coral-haired girl laying on her side with her violet-haired friend sitting upright. In front of them was a thick stack of Uno cards. Sayori glanced down at her set, and set a card down.
"Take the deck."
"Oh, fuck off.", Yuri growled.
"Ooooh, rated R tonight, are we?"
"Eat my ass."
"Gladly." Sayori teased. Even from this distance, I could see that Yuri's face turned a touch pink.
"Hey, Sayori." I called out. The bundle of sunshine glanced my way.
"Catch!" I said, before tossing a roll of Oreo cookies in her way. Almost akin to a trade show dog, Sayori caught the roll in her free hand. "Ooooh, thanks Kazuma!" She said, eagerly tearing open the blue-white packaging.
With the curtains drawn, Natsuki dimmed the lights and took a spot down at the blanket castle, propped up against Sayori's Mr. Cow plushie. Monika slowly got up and took a spot next to Sayori, just taking on the first Oreo of the roll. Yuri yawned and stretched out, wrapping herself up in a violet feathered blanket. I sat down right next to Natsuki, and draped a large fluffy blanket over us.
Even in the glow of the projector, I could see a blush glow on Natsuki's cheeks. Slipping my hand underneath the blanket, I entwined my hand with hers.
The movie began.