Kotonoha pushed her tongue past his lips. He easily yielded for her.
His hand lowered to her butt and softly squeezed. She started kissing him harder.
Her panties were soaked, as usual, but she could easily resist the urge to touch herself. Her training as paying off.
Kotonoha pulled him closer towards her. Something hard pressed against her thighs.
She was startled and broke off the kiss.
"You okay?" he asked.
"Give me some room to breathe, Makoto-kun."
"Oh, do I take your breath away?" he teased her.
"Am I giving you a hard time?" she shot back.
He turned red and avoided her gaze.
"It's a compliment," she assured him. "It means I'm doing a good job."
"Yeah," he said. "You're improving."
"Improving?"
"Ah, I mean, you're more confident."
"You can say it like it is, Makoto-kun. I consider tongue-kissing an improvement too." She had indeed gotten a lot more confident lately.
He smiled.
Kotonoha made a mental note for pulling away from the kiss.
A two? Or a three? Well she had saved the situation so a two would suffice.
"You want to go on another date tomorrow?" he asked.
"Tomorrow?"
"Saturday, yes. Sorry, I should have asked sooner."
"No, it's okay," she said. "I had nothing planned anyway." Nor had she planned anything for every other weekend.
"Maybe we could go to the pool again?" he suggested.
"Hoping to see me in bikini again, are you?" she teased him.
"Or without it."
"Tsk." She gave him a peck on his lips.
"Is that a yes?" he asked.
She blushed deep red. "I-I don't know if I'm ready to show you my-"
He chuckled. "I was talking about going to the pool."
"Oh. Yeah, it's okay."
"Although if you insisted on showing me, I wouldn't stop you."
"Patience, handsome."
She gave him another light kiss.
"Come here you little tease." He pulled her closer and pressed his lips on hers. It was a serious kiss this time. His tongue invaded her mouth.
Unfortunately, the bell rang at that point. They broke off the kiss.
"Looks like lunch break is over," she said.
She wanted this kiss to last forever, but reality had caught up with them it seemed.
"But I wasn't finished with my dessert yet," he complained.
"Poor boy," she teased him. "Is your mom home tonight?"
"She's working."
"I'll come over then. We still need to finish this."
He smiled. "I'll make you dinner then."
"No, the girl should cook."
"Why?"
"Uhm…"
"Besides, you suck at cooking," he reminded her.
She turned red. "Maybe. But I can learn."
"I can teach you a bit, if you want to."
"That would be nice. Then I'll teach you how to tongue kiss."
"I'm already an expert on that," he said. "Although I'm not opposed to more practice."
She leaned in again.
"We'll be late," he warned her.
She pouted.
"We'll make it up tonight," he said.
"Fine."
He took her hand and guided her downstairs.
"See you after school," he said.
"I already miss you."
They kissed one last time and then ran off to class.
She was indeed a bit late, but she told the teacher she was busy for the school festival, and he was fine with it. In fact, he complimented her for her hard work.
Kotonoha took her seat. Her mind was with Makoto for the rest of the day.
After school, they met up and went to his house. She had been there several times now.
They got started on making dinner. Well, Makoto made dinner while he gave her some tips and occasionally let her do some easier parts.
"You're a good student," he said.
"Thanks." She blushed. "I-If there is anything else you want to teach me, feel free to-"
A pinging noise sounded behind her.
"That's the oven," he said. "It's finished heating up."
He walked past her and checked the lights on the oven.
"I'm sorry, what did you say?" he asked.
"Nothing. So we put it in now?"
"Indeed."
"I'll do it then."
She took the oven mitts and picked up the dish. He opened the oven for her so she could put it in.
"So now we just wait," he said, closing the oven again.
Kotonoha put the oven mitts on the counter.
Suddenly, Makoto hugged her from behind. His hands were on her belly.
"Ye, can't wait for your dessert, can you?" she asked.
"Nope."
She leaned her head back so they could kiss. She wasted little time in turning it into a French kiss.
Makoto's hands slowly shifted upwards as they made out.
Was he gonna…?
She wasn't ready for that yet. She had to…
His hands kept going upwards.
Just as he would reach them, she grabbed his wrists.
Their kiss stopped.
"Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help myself."
"No, no. I'm the one who should apologise. I know you want to touch them."
"You don't want that? I-"
"I do. I want it so badly… ah." She turned red. She hadn't meant to say that out loud.
"So, what's the problem then?" He looked confused.
"I don't know."
He shook his head. "Girls."
"I uhm… I have to go to the bathroom."
"Sure." She heard him sighing.
Makoto moved aside for her.
She subtly picked up her backpack in the living room and went to the bathroom. Inside, she locked the door.
Kotonoha took out a plastic bag from her backpack. It was hidden all the way down.
She took out her collar and put it on her neck.
By now, she had gotten used to this sight in the mirror. There was no hesitation anymore.
Kotonoha took a deep breath.
Six?
She had ruined the kiss. And she hadn't even given him a proper reason. Makoto would probably be really frustrated with her. She said she wanted it as well, but she didn't let him. How cruel was that?
Seven would be more suitable.
Kotonoha turned on the remote and the collar. She navigated to seven.
Until now, she had not done it at this intensity yet. The highest she had gone this week was a six. (The six being retroactive punishment for slapping him at the movie theater during their first date.)
She took a deep breath. While biting her lip, she pushed the button.
Fuck.
She suppressed the urge to curse out loud.
That hurt really bad. You'd think the six in the past would have prepared her for seven, but she really wasn't ready.
Even so, she deserved this. It was supposed to hurt. After all, she had hurt him as well.
The pain subsided to a faint throbbing.
Kotonoha checked her reflection.
Oh.
Looks like she had bit down on her own lip.
She reached up and wiped away the blood.
She had to be more careful.
Even so, she wasn't done yet. While she was here, she might as well do the rest.
Let's see. She still had a two from pulling away at lunch when she noticed he had grown hard. Was there something else too?
…
Kotonoha got out of the bathroom. She put her bag away again and went to the kitchen.
"Makoto-kun?"
"Yeah?" He turned off the oven. "It's finished. I was just gonna take it out."
"Before you do, there is uhm…"
"Hm?"
She stood back in the same spot she had stood before.
"Can we do it over?" she asked.
"Kotonoha?"
"Just, do again what you wanted to do before."
"Are you sure?"
"I want it. I really do."
"But-"
"I was just surprised. I didn't really want you to stop. In fact, I've been thinking about it a lot lately and… just, do it again please. I want it, just like you." Maybe even more.
"Isn't this a little forced? I mean, the mood is a bit…"
"Ah, yeah, you're right. Sorry."
"And what about next time? You want me to ask every time so I don't surprise you?"
"No." She did not want to go back to that ever again. "Just, whenever you want, okay? And if I pull away again, I'll…" I'll put it on ten.
"Don't worry about it." He gave her a short kiss on her lips.
Of course she was worrying about it. How could he be so naive?
"Hm." He licked his lips.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, I thought I tasted blood on your lips."
"Ah, I accidentally bit my lip in the bathroom," she explained.
He frowned. "How did you do that?"
"I didn't do it on purpose," Kotonoha pouted.
"Well I hope not. I wouldn't want you to hurt yourself."
Her eyes widened.
"Kotonoha?"
"Nothing. Didn't you say dinner was ready?"
"Yeah I did."
"I'll take it out."
She carefully took it out and placed it on the table
"It looks good."
She sat down at her usual seat.
Makoto filled her plate first and then his. He sat down next to her. Their legs touched.
"Well, itadakimasu." He clapped his hands together.
She repeated it.
The dish didn't just look good, it also tasted really good.
"You're good at cooking," she said.
"I had help."
"I don't feel like I was much help to be honest."
"You were trying your best. That's what matters."
"Yeah," she smiled. "I'm doing everything I can."
They continued eating until both were full.
She helped Makoto with cleaning up. They put the rest of the dish in the fridge for his mom. When they were done, they both sat on the couch.
"So uhm," Makoto said. "Do you want to watch a movie or some-"
She interrupted him by pressing her lips on his. There was an unusual desperation in her kiss.
Kotonoha put a knee on either side of him so she could sit on his lap.
She kissed him hard, forcing her tongue past his lips.
After several minutes of making out, she calmed down and released him.
"Sorry," she said. "That was a bit forceful."
"I don't mind," he said.
"No, no. You always say that, but…"
"You have my permission, Kotonoha," he said. "You don't have to hold back. I can handle it."
"Are you sure?"
"I'll tell you when there is a problem."
"You never tell me when there is a problem," she snapped. "You always say 'it's okay.'"
"Well what do you want me to say? 'It's not okay'?"
"It's…" Kotonoha sighed. "I'm sorry. I can't explain it."
She was mad, but not at him. It was her fault for not saying how she felt.
The only way to explain it would be to show him the shock collar, and she could not do that.
"It's okay," he said. "I won't force you to tell me. I'm waiting for you whenever you are ready, Kotonoha."
"I…" she leaned in close. "You said I didn't have to hold back, right?"
"I did," he confirmed.
"Well then, please don't hold back either."
"Are you sure?"
"No double standards, Makoto-kun."
"Okay."
They kissed again.
Soon, their tongues were playing around in each other's mouth.
After a while, Makoto reached up and touched her breast. He didn't fondle it, he just let his fingers rest on it.
Kotonoha inhaled sharply.
"You okay?"
"Sure. Go ahead and touch them, Makoto-kun." She resisted the urge to pull his hand away.
Kotonoha leaned back in and kissed him.
Makoto slowly started to fondle and squeeze her breasts.
The urge to push him away vanished. Instead, a different urge bubbled up inside of her.
Makoto was getting her worked up. Just being with him got her wet, but when he kissed her like this, there was a lot more going on. She wanted to touch herself down there. And for the first time, there was something else too. She wanted to touch him. She had dreamed about all kinds of sexy things before, but now was the first time she felt a strong urge to…
He stopped kissing her. His hands left her breasts.
She leaned forward to keep kissing him.
"Give me a sec," he said.
"What's wrong?" she asked, her annoyance barely hidden.
She did not want this kiss to end. She wanted his hands back on her breasts and his tongue back in her mouth.
"It's nothing." He was shifting uncomfortably.
"Tell me," she insisted.
"You're sitting on my uhm…"
"Oh. I'm so sorry."
She immediately got of him.
Makoto let out a breath of relief.
"Does it hurt?" Kotonoha asked. She hesitantly reached out and touched his crotch. She could feel the hard outline of his…
"A bit. But it's oka-"
"No." Her voice was hard. "It's not okay. I don't want you in pain Makoto-kun. And I'm the one who caused this in the first place."
She was doing the one thing she never wanted to do: hurting Makoto-kun. Whether it was physical or mental, she was always hurting him. She had to fix this.
"It's better now," he said. "But it's still straining against my pants."
"Take it out please."
"What?"
"It's simple physics. There's not enough room inside, so the pressure goes up. If you take it out, it won't hurt anymore."
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I scored pretty high on science. I know how pressure works."
"I mean are you ready for… you know, seeing it?"
"That's not relevant. You're in pain, I'd do anything to stop that."
"Okay then. But I want you to do it."
"As you wish."
She popped his button and lowered the zipper. Her fingers brushed past him.
He was really hard.
She felt a weird sense of accomplishment. She had caused this. Her kissing and her chest had caused him to get hard. But she also caused him pain, so she had to help him out.
"Better?" she asked.
"A bit."
"I'll fix it, don't worry." She took a deep breath. Kotonoha took his waistband and-
"Don't pull directly down," he warned her. "That will hurt a lot."
"Okay, I'll just." She reached inside his boxers.
For the first time ever, she touched him there.
His breath stopped for a second.
She carefully pulled his boxers out over it with her free hand.
Wow.
It was a lot bigger than she had expected.
Kotonoha swallowed hard.
That was supposed to go inside of her. Completely.
"Better?" she asked. She released it again.
He shifted his boxers and pants further down. "Yeah, much better."
"Does it still hurt?"
"Not as much."
"But it still hurts?" she asked.
"Well, you know. If you don't get any release it can start to hurt a bit."
"Yeah, I understand." She understood very well how frustration felt. And she didn't want Makoto to feel like that.
"Shall I give you a hand?" she offered.
"Are you sure?"
"I wouldn't ask if I wasn't certain, Makoto-kun."
"Well if you insist."
"I do." Kotonoha had caused this, so it was only fair she fixed it as well. Makoto was in pain because of her.
She wrapped her hand around his erection.
"You're gonna have to teach me," she said. "I don't know anything about… just tell me what you want me to do please."
"Uhm. Well, to start with, just keep some pressure and move your hand up and down," he said.
She tried it. "Like this?"
"Less pressure when you move back down."
"Okay."
As she gave him a hand, he grew more confident with his instructions. She tried her best to remember them all.
"That's good." He leaned back with a satisfied look. "You're a good student."
She smiled. "Like I said before: if there is anything you want to teach me, just say the word."
"Go a bit faster," he instructed her.
Kotonoha sped up. "Like this?"
"Yeah." He closed his eyes in bliss.
She was surprised by how much she enjoyed it. Makoto should be the one feeling most of the pleasure, but somehow, the act of pleasing her boyfriend made her feel incredible too.
"Will you," she swallowed hard. "Touch my breasts again?"
"Maybe," he teased her. "If you ask me nicely."
"Will you please touch them?" she played along.
Makoto reached out and touched her chest again.
While he played with her breasts, she continued jerking him off.
His breathing was going faster and faster.
"You're really good," he said.
"Thanks," she beamed. "Anything for you, Makoto-kun."
"I'm gonna…"
"Go ahead," she said.
"It's gonna be messy," he warned her.
"Ah." Of course. When a boy came, he…
She looked around. There was nothing near her she could use to stop it. He would do it all over his clothes at this rate.
She didn't want Makoto-kun to get dirty.
"Don't stop," he said. "I'm gonna."
Yeah, she could not stop at this point of course. Kotonoha knew how horrible it felt to stop just before the edge. She didn't want Makoto-kun to feel like that, ever.
But what was she supposed to…
She got a sudden flash of inspiration.
"Kotonoha?" He gritted his teeth. "I can't hold it anymore."
She looked him in the eye. "Go ahead."
"But-"
Kotonoha went down with her head and took the tip in her mouth.
He grunted. "Fuck."
Thick ropes of cum shot into her mouth.
She kept her lips wrapped around the head. It all went into her mouth.
When he was done, she sucked out the last drops and sat back upright.
Kotonoha had managed to keep it all in her mouth.
The taste was nothing like anything she had ever tasted before. She instinctively wanted to spit it out, but… would that be disrespectful to Makoto-kun? Would he be hurt? If she ran of to the sink right now, it looked a bit…
Kotonoha looked up at him, unsure.
"Swallow it," he ordered. His voice was filled with confidence and authority.
She obeyed him without thinking about it.
Kotonoha didn't want to swallow the slimy liquid, but the fear of displeasing Makoto-kun outweighed her desire to spit it out. And she had been following his instructions so far, so it had become an automated response. He told her to do it, so she did it.
When she swallowed, it came back up. She swallowed hard a few more times until it stayed down.
The taste lingered in her mouth.
She released her breath. That was more difficult than she had thought it would be.
He petted her head. "That was amazing."
"Thanks." She beamed. She had been very unsure about this, but Makoto saying she had done well made all her worries go away. "Does it still hurt?"
"Not anymore. Thanks to you."
He was soft again. Makoto put it back in his boxers and pulled his pants back up. He closed his zipper and button.
"Good, I'm happy." She lowered her head on his lap.
Makoto caressed her hair.
Kotonoha turned on her back. "Am I a good girlfriend?" she asked, looking up.
"Yeah. You're a very good girlfriend."
"Let me know if it hurts again," she said. "I'm happy to help you out."
"I will."
She let out a satisfied sigh and closed her eyes.
Kotonoha didn't even consider she had not orgasmed herself. Her frustration was held at bay. As if they were connected and Makoto-kun cumming made her satisfied as well. She didn't need an orgasm anymore, his was enough for both of them.
"Will you stay the night?" he asked.
She opened her eyes. "On the couch?"
"No I mean with me. In the same bed."
She turned red.
Kotonoha had stayed here a few times before, but she had always slept on the couch.
"What about your mom?"
"I didn't ask her opinion. I'm old enough to make my own decisions. I'm asking you."
"Okay. Let's sleep together then."
They were both silent for a while.
She wanted to brush her teeth to get rid of this taste, but she knew that would be disrespectful. He had told her to swallow it for a reason.
"So, about that movie," she asked.
He chuckled. "Horror?"
"Obviously."
"I'll get you a drink."
He went to the kitchen. Moments later, he returned with two glasses filled with a soft drink.
He handed her one.
She drank deep. The taste of his cum vanished.
Kotonoha felt a strange sense of guilt. She couldn't really explain where it came from. She had done nothing wrong, right?
Makoto took the remote. "Have you seen this one before?"
"Ah, no. Looks good." She put her drink on the coffee table.
"Let's watch this one then."
He pressed play.
Makoto put his hand around her shoulder and pulled her close to his chest. She embraced him tight. They watched the movie like that.
His mom came home about halfway through.
"That was a long day," she said. "What do I have to do to get some dinner here?"
Makoto paused the movie. "Agree that Kotonoha stays in my room tonight."
"Hm." His mom pondered for a sec. "Fine. But remember what I told you."
"I remember. There is dinner in the fridge."
"Okay."
His mom went to the kitchen.
"What did she tell you?" Kotonoha whispered.
"She bought me condoms."
"What!?" she said, way too loud.
"Shh," he shushed her.
His mom looked at them from the kitchen. "Something wrong?"
"Nothing. How is dinner?"
"In the microwave. But it looks good."
"Kotonoha helped me out," he said.
"No I didn't," she protested. "You did basically everything."
"Take some credit. Take like, twelve percent of the credit."
"Hm, I'll settle for fifteen."
"Thirteen," he offered.
"Fifteen."
"Okay, fine, fifteen."
Kotonoha smiled at him.
"So, where where we?" He grabbed the remote.
"The girl was just gonna die I think," Kotonoha said.
"What? No way."
"She's no longer a virgin. You know only virgins survive in horror movies."
"So you'd survive then?"
"As would you," she bounced back.
He turned red. "Anyway, that girl can't die. I like her… personalities."
She knew what he meant. The heroine was running around a lot, and her chest was pretty bouncy. If Kotonoha didn't have such a large chest herself, she'd think they had digitally altered it.
"Luckily you don't need to feel inadequate," he said.
"Maybe."
"Kotonoha?"
"Ah, nothing."
She didn't feel inadequate in terms of chest size, but there were plenty of other things she felt inadequate about.
His mom had bought him condoms, meaning she assumed they would be having sex at this point. But they were far from actual sex. Kotonoha had freaked out today because he touched her chest. She had fixed it, but still. What would be the next thing she would freak out about?
Although, to her credit, she had made him cum with her hands. So she was moving forward. But real sex was still a distant dream.
The movie finished an hour and a half later. As she had said, the big breasted heroine died.
"It's getting late," Makoto said. "Let's go to bed."
"Yeah."
She took her bag and went with him to his room.
Kotonoha took out the tank top she used to sleep in.
Maybe…
Maybe she should undress in front of him? Makoto had been touching them before, so she could show him, right? He had implied pretty clearly he wanted to see them. And if she was being honest, she wanted to show him. It was embarrassing, but maybe that was what made it so enticing to her.
"Kotonoha?"
"I'll go change in the bathroom."
She hurried out of his room.
Stupid. Why had she wasted this opportunity?
Don't kid yourself. She may be moving forward, but it was at a glacial speed. One baby step at a time. There had already been too many first times today.
Kotonoha brushed her teeth meticulously. Then, she got undressed.
She put on a fresh pair of panties. Kotonoha could only enjoy the sensation for a few seconds because a wet spot formed basically immediately. Was it the thought of sleeping with Makoto-kun in the same bed? Or the memory of giving him a hand and feeling his hands on her chest? Or maybe she was just permanently wet now?
Kotonoha put on a grey tank top. She could see her hard nipples protruding through it.
Maybe she should wear pyjamas instead?
The only problem being she had no pyjamas with her.
"Kotonoha? Are you finished?"
"Ah, uhm… you…I…"
"I'll take that as a no," he said.
"No I'm, uhm… could you do me a little favor?"
"Sure. What is it?"
"Could you close your eyes when I come out?"
"Uhm, okay."
She slowly opened the door. He had closed his eyes like she had asked him.
"I'll be in your room," she said. "The bathroom is free."
"Okay."
She went past him to his room. Once there, she got under the covers.
Kotonoha was messing up again.
There is nothing to be embarrassed about, she told herself. Makoto would probably like it if he found out he made her wet. She certainly liked it if he got hard because of her.
But maybe he would like it a little too much. Maybe he wouldn't be able to control himself anymore?
But did she mind that? Maybe it was a good thing if he took a bit more charge. Without his instructions, she wouldn't have been able to make him cum.
Makoto entered the bedroom. He still had his clothes on.
He looked at Kotonoha. It was a two-person bed, but there was only one blanket, so they would have to share it.
"Uhm, are you wearing clothes?" he asked.
"I… what?"
"It's just, the way you acted. It sounded like you didn't want me to see something."
"Oh, uhm, no, I'm… I'm wearing a tank top and panties."
"Oh. Sorry. I'm just… looking for explanations for your behaviour."
"No, no, I'm the one who should apologise. It's only natural you search for a logical explanation. Unfortunately, it's not a surprise for you."
"That's okay."
"You can get in."
"Well thanks for letting me get in my own bed."
He stripped down to his underwear. Kotonoha tried not staring too much, but she couldn't help but notice his muscles were stronger than she had assumed.
He got under the covers as well.
"I didn't mean it like that," she said. "It just looked like you would be standing there forever."
"Okay."
A silence fell.
She reached out and found his hand. Their fingers interlaced.
"You don't need to force yourself," he said. "I understand you're uncomfortable showing of… you know, skin."
"You saw me in a swimsuit before," she pointed out.
"The context is different," he said. "A swimsuit is designed to be seen by people. Underwear is very different. And we're alone now. It's different if you're in public and everyone is wearing the same."
"I want to show you," she said. "I really do, but… I just…"
"Whenever you are ready, Kotonoha. Don't force yourself."
"But… I…"
"Yes?" he pressed on.
"It's silly."
"Tell me."
"I want you to touch them again. It's silly, I know. I won't show them to you, but I do want you to touch them."
"That's okay. I'm happy we're moving forward."
"But not fast enough. And the order is all wrong."
"Listen very closely to me, Kotonoha," he said, his voice very serious. "There is nothing wrong with you. We'll move at whichever speed you're comfortable with and whichever order you want. If you want to have sex before showing me your breasts, that's fine with me. It's not a race. I want both of us to feel comfortable."
"But what about you? Is the speed you want not important?"
"Well what do you want me to do? I can't force my pacing upon you."
"Yet I can force mine on you?"
He sighed. "There is a difference between doing something you're not ready for and waiting to do something you are ready for."
"Even so, you're clearly getting the short end of the stick here."
He sighed again. "I guess."
"I'm selfish."
"Kotonoha, that-"
"You don't have to pretend. I know you feel the same way."
He took a deep breath. "When you look back on it, was it really as scary as you assumed? Did you like what we did today?"
"I did. It's… you're right. It was scary at first, but once I did it, I was so glad. I hated myself for not doing it sooner." She turned on her side and embraced him. "I should have let you touch my breasts way sooner," she said.
"Hm."
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing."
"Don't lie to me please."
"We've done more than just touch your breasts. Maybe that's the part you enjoyed the most, but…"
"Sorry. You're right. I enjoyed giving you a hand too, Makoto-kun. It felt really good for me."
"Okay."
Her body was all hot and bothered again. Makoto lying so close to her and talking about these things made her body lose control. She was probably leaving a wet spot on his matress right now.
"I… I know I'm selfish, but I really want you to touch them again." She pushed her breasts against his chest. Her need was incredibly big.
"Is it all about you again?"
"It's… you make me…" she sighed. She couldn't explain it. "Please just touch them."
"Kotonoha-"
"Ah, sorry. I… forget I said that." She turned around so her back was towards him. "Let's just go to bed."
That was really pushy of her. She needed to control herself better.
He sighed and embraced her from behind.
"Makoto-kun?"
His hand found her breast and softly squeezed it.
"Such a needy girl," he said. "We'll just sleep like this then."
He kept his hand on her boob. Only the thin fabric of her top separated them.
"I love you, Makoto-kun," she said.
"Kotonoha."
"You don't have to say it back. Just, keep holding me like this please."
"I will."
She smiled. "Good night, Makoto-kun."
"Good night, Kotonoha."