"Well, here we are," Makoto said.

"This sure brings back memories," Kotonoha said.

"Yeah. This is a different pool though."

"True," she admitted.

It felt like a lifetime ago they had lost went to the pool.

She remembered her top had gotten loose last time. And she had accused him of doing that somehow.

That felt so silly now. What did it matter if he did it?

"Let's get changed," he said. He walked to a cubicle.

Suddenly, a very old dream flashed in her head.

"W-Wait."

"What's wrong?"

"I… I uhm…"

"Are you okay?"

"I think I'll need some help putting this on."

"Oh. I'll gladly assist you then," Makoto replied. He grinned confidently.

She went into the cubicle. He followed her and closed the door behind them.

Inside, Makoto-kun wasted no time in pushing her against the wall and pressing his lips on hers. She melted beneath his touch. Kotonoha did not resist when he pushed his tongue past her lips to explore her mouth.

His hands roamed over her body.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he whispered.

"Do it," she begged. "Please."

Makoto understood right away.

His hands roughly ripped open her blouse. The buttons bounced down on the floor. Kotonoha reached back beneath her blouse to undo her bra.

She wanted to take it all off, but he gave her no time for that. Instead, he roughly pushed her bra upwards to free her breasts. He only admired them for a short second before swooping down to suck on them.

"Oh, Makoto-kun. Don't stop." She ran her fingers through his hair.

While he worked her breasts, she unzipped her skirt. It pooled down around her legs. She stepped out of it and pushed it aside with her feet.

His hands went inside her panties to touch her.

She kept kissing him to suppress her moans.

His fingers easily slipped inside.

"Please," she begged.

"Please what?"

"I…" she looked away. "Use me. All of me."

"Good girl. Against the wall," he directed her.

Kotonoha spun around and put her hands against the wall. She stuck out her ass.

Makoto took something silver out of his pocket.

"Open your mouth."

Kotonoha obediently licked the small metal plug. When he was satisfied, he pulled it back.

Instead of lowering her panties, he pulled them aside and pushed the plug into her ass.

Fuck.

She grit her teeth. With her panties still on, she felt even dirtier.

When the plug was lodged securely in her ass, he unzipped his pants.

His cock slammed into her pussy.

He stayed still deep within her and leaned forward. Then, he whispered in her ear:

"You better enjoy this. Soon, your pussy will be off-limits."

"I know," she moaned. "Thanks for giving me a bit longer."

"You're so hot with a plug in your ass."

"Thank you, Sir."

He pulled on her plug. Slowly, it slipped out of her ass. Then, he pushed it back in. While he did this, he fucked her pussy slow and deep.

Kotonoha had to clamp one hand over her mouth to stop herself from moaning.

"Is that the hardest part?" he asked. "When I push it inside?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Let's do that again then, shall we? Wouldn't want you to forget that feeling."

"Yes, Sir."

She was gonna cum.

Would she be allowed to?

There was something in her ass. He wasn't fucking it, but maybe he would go easy on her?

"S-Sir? M-May I please cum?"

"Do it." He sped up.

She hadn't expected that. Normally he let her wait a bit longer.

Damn.

He had given her permission, and now she couldn't. Come on. Where was it?

Soon, she found it again. Her breathing quickened.

The orgasm washed over her body.

She was so consumed in her own orgasm, she never noticed he was starting to grunt as well.

Her body started to shake.

He embraced her from behind, which was a good thing because she probably would have fallen down otherwise.

Her orgasm subsided.

Kotonoha turned her neck so they could make out. While they did, he played with her breasts.

After about a minute, he stopped the kiss and pulled out his cock.

A sticky mess leaked out of her…

Wait.

"Y-You came inside?"

"Did I? Oh well."

"But-"

"Clearly you were too focused on your own orgasm to notice."

"I…"

"On your knees. Clean me up."

"Yes, Sir."

She quickly got down on her knees and cleaned up his cock. She made sure to keep her hands behind her back and look up at him while she did.

He patted her head. "Too bad I can't fuck your pussy anymore."

She said nothing.

"That will do," he said.

"Thanks."

She took out a tissue and cleaned up the mess between her legs as best as she could. She knew she didn't get all of it. Some of it was deep inside her pussy.

Then, Makoto made her bend over again. He removed the plug from her ass, wrapped it into a tissue and put it away in her bag.

"Okay, let's get changed."

They both changed into their swimsuits.

When she was done, she struck a pose. "What do you think, Makoto-kun?"

"Not bad," he said. "But I think it would look better without your top."

Kotonoha smiled mischievously. "Well, I guess I'll take it off then."

She reached back and undid the clasp. The top slid past her arms. She tossed it on the bench.

"Much better."

He gave her a long tongue-kiss. Kotonoha closed her eyes.

His hands found her breasts. Startled, she broke off the kiss.

"Not now, please."

"Why not?"

"We already did it," she pointed out.

"So?"

"You're gonna get me wet again."

"Well most girls get wet in a pool," he pointed out.

"Makoto-kun."

"Yeah, okay. You're right. Come on, let's go."

He grabbed the lock of the door.

"One sec." Kotonoha took her top from the bench.

"What are you doing?" he asked sharply.

"I… putting my top back on?"

"Why? I just said you looked better without it."

"Well, yes, but…"

"But what?"

"That's all that matters, right?"

"This is a public pool, Makoto-kun."

"So?"

"Even if I wanted to, they'd throw me out."

He frowned. "What are you talking about?"

"I… what?"

"I'm just wearing bottoms, are they gonna throw me out?"

"Of course not. But I'm a girl."

"That's sexist."

"But…"

"Give me your top."

He held out his hand.

Slowly, she handed him her top. He put it in his bag.

"Now come on."

He unlocked the door and walked out.

She had no choice. Kotonoha wrapped her arms around her chest to hide it somewhat and followed him. Immediately, a male staff member saw them.

"Miss," he called. "What are you doing?"

Oh crap.

"I…" she felt the blood rise to her cheeks.

He reached them. It was painfully obvious Kotonoha wasn't wearing a top.

She looked to Makoto for support, but he just smiled.

"Why are you walking like that?" the guy asked. "Are you hurt?"

"Huh?"

"Your arms. Why do you hold them like that?"

"I… my… what?"

"It's nothing," Makoto said. "She's used to wearing a one piece swimsuit."

"Oh, I see. Well the first time can be a little overwhelming."

"She'll get used to it."

"Well, have fun."

The guy left.

What the hell?

Behind her, she heard voices. When Kotonoha looked over her shoulder, an icy feeling spread over her body. There were two girls chatting amiably. They were both blonde and maybe sixteen or seventeen years old. The one on the left wore black string bottoms and the one on the right blue bottoms. Neither of them had a top on. And neither of them made any effort to cover up their bare chests.

Was she dreaming?

"Something wrong?" Makoto asked.

Kotonoha walked away, still covering her chest. She reached the showers. A bunch of people were showering. There were three girls completely topless, washing their bodies without a care in the world. The three guys didn't say anything about it. They didn't stare either. There were two other girls too. They wore one piece bathing suits that covered everything.

"Is everything okay?" Makoto asked. "You're acting weird."

"I am acting weird?"

"Yes, that's what I said."

"How is this possible?"

"How is what possible?" he asked, oblivious.

"Why are they topless?"

He shrugged. "Why not?"

"Because… girls can't go topless."

"Why not?"

"Because… because it's inappropriate."

"Inappropriate?"

"Yes."

"That doesn't make any sense. Guys can go topless but girls can't?"

"Girls have breasts."

"Guys can have breasts too. If they are fat. Maybe a little smaller, but still."

"But those don't do anything."

"And yours do?"

"I… they are used to breastfeed."

"Not right now. Besides, are you saying you can't breastfeed in public?"

"I…"

"You're not making any sense, Kotonoha."

"But if guys see breasts then they…"

"They what?" he said sharply. "What are you saying? That we're a bunch of animals without any self control?"

"No, but-"

"But what?" he asked sharply.

She deflated. "Nothing."

"Good. Now stop acting so weird. Lower your arms."

Was this all some elaborate prank? Was that even possible?

Or maybe she was just dreaming?

Yeah, that had to be it. She was dreaming. So there was no harm in lowering her hands. It was just a dream after all.

Slowly, she lowered her arms.

"Hey, Makoto."

Kotonoha spun around.

What the…

It was Taisuke. And right next to him stood Hikari-san, dressed only in orange bottoms. Like all the girls, she made no attempt to cover her naked breasts.

"Hey, Taisuke," Makoto said. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm on a date."

"Oh. I see."

So that was the favor he had asked before?

Wait, this didn't make any sense. This was a dream, why were they…

Was this real?

But how could it be?

"By the way, Makoto," Taisuke said. "There is a tattoo parlor a couple blocks from here. I think he'll do it."

"Do what?" Kotonoha asked.

"Your piercings," Makoto said.

"You… you told him?"

"Sure, why not?"
"I…"

"I admire your commitment, Kotonoha," Hikari said. "I'm not sure if I could do the same."

"You'll get there," Taisuke said. "Eventually."

He put an arm around Hikari. She smiled.

Something was wrong here.

"Okay, let's get inside," Makoto said.

This didn't make any sense. How did Hikari…

"Kotonoha?"

"Huh?" She looked up. Makoto was holding out his hand.

"You coming?"

"Y-Yeah, sure."

She took his hand.