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Unwrapping the Present

Senpai arrived home Monday at 3:18 PM. He calculated the bus from Osaka would pull into town around 5:00 PM and Nagatoro would show up a little later.

What am I going to tell her?

Telling Nagatoro the full, unadulterated truth might jeopardize their relationship, even though, technically, he did nothing wrong. To an outside observer, unfamiliar with the nuances of the situation, it appeared that he'd spent the weekend fooling around with a gorgeous naked girl that wasn't his girlfriend.

He couldn't deny that Yoshi had sucked him off more times than he could count, each blowjob feeling more wonderful than the next as she improved her skills. Though he granted the process induced pleasant side effects, Senpai had only been feeding her.

This same outside observer might deduce that he'd spent an inordinate amount of time fucking Yoshi's firm shapely butt—a totally erroneous conclusion. Though his dick penetrated her ass for ridiculously long periods of time—and again, he couldn't deny the pleasant sensations associated with that—Senpai was thinking outside of the box. He'd used all his available appendages in the most efficient and effective way possible. Stimulating her anally in this manner kept the portal to her subconscious open and allowed him to instruct her with both hands free.

Technically, he did not have sex with the girl because he never came inside of her. Technically, fucking her anally wasn't even sex. Real sex leads to pregnancy, which leads to babies. Anal sex did neither. Technically, he was still a virgin.

Would Yoshi remember this weekend's events? He didn't think so. After getting hypnotized at a birthday party, she couldn't remember anything that happened afterward. No doubt, the hypnotist had instructed her to forget any embarrassing acts she'd performed.

Senpai had done the exact same thing. He told Yoshi to forget everything that happened and instructed her to remember that she spent all her time studying. His final hypnotic suggestion would stick. He was home free.

Not that he'd done anything wrong.

He feared Yoshi's fragrance still clung to him somehow, since they'd spent so much time in close quarters. He tossed his clothes into the washer, which ran as he scrubbed himself clean in the shower. Though his dick ached from all the action it had seen over the weekend, it hardened instantly when he soaped it up—no doubt a Pavlovian response now that he was miles away from the sexy nude blonde who was always eager to suck him off.

Part of him longed to head back to Yoshi's place to see how she was doing, but that address was radioactive to him now. He better not go near that house. He had to admit to himself, he'd gotten incredibly attached to that cute female puppy.

He'd find out soon enough how things went, the fruits of his training. Yoshi would take her proctored makeup test tomorrow with three other failers. It wouldn't take the teacher long to grade four tests. She'd know her results immediately.

Despite his unquestioned innocence, Senpai felt overwhelmed with guilt. Nagatoro was his girlfriend, and he couldn't shake the feeling he'd somehow cheated on her, even though, in his heart, he hadn't.

In the eyes of that damned outside observer, however, he'd gone farther with Yoshi than he'd ever gone with Nagatoro.

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The bus dropped Nagatoro off at her house at 5:12 PM. After acknowledging her parents, brother, and sister, she dropped her bags in her bedroom. Having shared a crowded bus with a bunch of smelly athletes, she didn't feel too fresh.

She felt relieved to finally ditch Gamo, not that she disliked her friend. Not having Yoshi around made Nagatoro Gamo's new sidekick, and she had no idea how close those two hanged. In retrospect, Gamo wasn't that overbearing. Nagatoro simply wanted more alone time to communicate with her boyfriend, whom she missed. She glanced at her phone's clock.

I can see him in six minutes if I hustle.

She considered taking a shower before dashing to Senpai's house, but reconsidered.

There's a perfectly good shower at his house.

She jogged to his street at a comfortable pace. Moving felt nice after the confining bus ride. At 5:33 PM, she rang the bell and awaited the door's opening with a wide, happy grin.

"Hey, Nagatoro," Senpai said. He glanced at her awkwardly and opened his arms.

"Nope." She held up her palms. "You can't touch me yet. I need to prepare your present."

"My what?"

She extended her hand. "May I have my modeling outfit please?"

He reached into his back pocket and deposited the handcuffs on her hand.

She glanced from side to side. "Your parents are gone, right?"

"Right."

"Just making sure. See you in a jiff." She bolted past Senpai up the stairs, skidding to a stop in the master bathroom, where she scrubbed herself clean under the shower's rushing waters.

This is going to be a blast.

She dried herself off, tied her hair into a ponytail, and wrapped a fresh pink towel around her body. Then she closed one of the handcuff loops around her left wrist.

I hope he has the key for these. She giggled. It might be more fun if he doesn't.

She bounded down the stairs and rushed into the living room with her arms extended. Senpai rose from the couch and extended his arms, preparing for a hug. Nagatoro wrapped her arms around him and held him tight. When Senpai returned the sentiment, they tilted their heads and kissed.

As they smooched, Nagatoro fastened the loose bracelet around her right wrist, making her embrace permanent.

When their lips parted, Senpai's beaming smile warmed her heart. "Damn, it's great to have you back," he said. "It feels like forever."

"I missed you too." Nagatoro separated from her boyfriend as far as the cuffs would allow. "Are you going to unwrap your present?"

Senpai blinked. "You got me a present?"

"I am your present, dummy." She jingled her restraints behind his back. "I'm cuffed now, so you can pull off my towel."

"Okay." After Senpai unwrapped his gift as instructed, his eyes bulged. "Wow."

Their lips met again as Senpai's hands explored her unclothed body. Moments later, a bulge poked her belly. As they wrestled tongues, she lifted her right leg, wrapped it around his back, and pulled him closer, increasing the pressure on the bulge.

He wrapped his arm under her thigh and lifted her up, leaving her standing tippy-toed on her left foot with her right knee at shoulder-height. Maintaining their kiss, he pushed her against the wall.

Nagatoro's eyes widened in panic when the reality of the situation hit her. She was standing totally nude and helpless, her back against the wall, her arms snuggly wrapped around his body, her legs spread obscenely wide.

Oh, crap. Did I push him too far?

Her panic faded after a few seconds.

Who are we kidding? This is Senpai, the king of self-control, virgin for life. He won't try anything.

Still, their current configuration reminded her of their embrace in the pool moments before Sakura blew the whistle on them. She wasn't watching them now.

With his free hand, Senpai pushed down his shorts. Then he bent his knees, adjusted the angle of his dick, and gently slid it inside of her.

She gasped as his manhood slowly penetrated her love canal. A thousand thoughts ran through her mind simultaneously.

Oh, no. It's happening. Is this going to hurt? They say it hurts the first time. It might, but it probably won't because I'm athletic and hymens don't last in athletic girls.

His dick painlessly slid deeper and deeper inside of her until it hit her womb. "Oh, Senpai." She buried her face in his chest. A jolt of ecstasy rippled through her body. The ecstasy intensified as they found their rhythm, in and out, up and down.

I can't believe this is happening.

She lifted her chin, and they kissed. Feelings of bliss welled up in her core until a wave of pleasure washed over her, unlike anything she'd ever known. Senpai's dick pulsated as he emptied himself inside of her.

It's happening. It's really happening.

They wound down gradually and caught their breaths. Senpai eased his dick out of her, Nagatoro lowered her leg, and they held each other tight. Senpai tightened his embrace around her waist and carried her to the couch, where they laid down side-by-side, Nagatoro's bum pressed into the back cushions.

She gave him a quick kiss to christen their new locale. "If anybody would have told me our first time having sex would be standing up, I never would have believed it."

Senpai smiled. "I know, right?"

She dug her head into his chest and pulled him close. "I'm sorry, Senpai. I guess I went a little too far this time."

"Are we going to be, you know, all right?"

"Our timing couldn't have been any more perfect, if that's what you mean. I'm regular as clockwork, so I'm sure today is a safe day for me."

"I guess we don't need the cuffs anymore. Oh, shit." The color drained from his face.

"What's wrong?"

"I don't know where the key is."

She patted his back and laughed. "That's okay, Senpai. I don't mind hanging out with you like this." She wrapped her legs around his waist. "That was a rush. Want to go again?"

Senpai took a deep breath, nodded, and kissed her lips. "There's nothing in the world I'd rather do."

Oh, boy!

Author's Notes: After what seemed like an eternity in hypnotism land, it's nice to have Nagatoro back, isn't it? I love the Yoshi character, but Nagatoro is the best. By the way, this story is over a year old, so you can't say I rushed them into sex. — SK