The view from the Ferris wheel was beautiful. It showed the sprawling urban jungle of the city, with towers of bricks rising up. The sun provided the atmospheric lighting that made the scene seem all the more serene, and peaceful, creating an astonishing juxtaposition between the distant scenery and the reality of what could be seen. He had never seen such a marvellous view in his whole life. Well… maybe except the view up Makoto's very, very, short skirt.
The sexual tension in the small compartment was, to put it simply, extreme. Both teenagers were highly nervous, and aroused to say the least.
I mean, what are you supposed to say in that sort of situation? He definitely didn't know the answer to that question. So he decided to just stay quiet.
Makoto wasn't faring much better. Her bold plan seemed to be working well, but she couldn't help but feel that he wasn't very comfortable. Of course, it made plenty of sense; she had spent most of that day forcing herself upon him, with no forewarning. 'He might not even be into me!' She thought to herself. She knew however, that if there was something that she wanted, then she would have to take it.
She didn't want to think about the possibility of rejection. He was reciprocating her actions, and that seemed to be a good sign in her eyes. The Ferris wheel ride was an excellent idea. It got him alone somewhere where they could be private, without the fear of being caught in the middle of something they wouldn't want anyone to see.
The question was who was going to pipe up first.
Their relationship couldn't really continue without a proper discussion. With all the things that had happened that day they couldn't ignore their true desires. But Ren had a bigger problem. There were a number of other girls: Futaba, Tae, Kawakami to name a few. How would it affect those relationships. Of course, he wanted Makoto, she was smart, beautiful and determined, very positive traits; but the same could be said for his other friends (Hifumi springing to his mind), he wasn't sure if he could truly pick one over the others.
But would it be fair on Makoto, hell, any of them if he attempted to pursue relationships with all of them? No.
'What the hell am I supposed to do?' he thought to himself as he absently stared into the setting sun. 'She's been acting so weirdly today, this isn't the Makoto I know. And now I have to take the initiative, seeing as we're tapped in here.' He decided that it would be best to start with that. 'The views nice though...'
Then it all came to a shuddering stop. Literally.
"Due to technical difficulties we must temporarily pause operations. We thank you for your patience."
'I guess I'm gonna have to face the music, if we're gonna be here for a while.'
But it was Makoto who would pipe up first.
"I guess we're gonna be here a while." She said with a small sigh.
"Yeah" He replied.
'So I guess I better say something.'
"Can I ask you something?" He questioned.
"Sure." She responded slightly confused, albeit nervous as to what he was gonna ask her. 'Is he gonna... no, no, don't get your hopes up!' she reminded herself, her heart reacting furiously.
"What's up with you today?" Needless to say this was not the question that she thought he was gonna ask.
"W-what do you mean? I'm the same as always." she replied unconvincingly.
"You've been acting strange, and I don't know why." He stated confidently, asserting his opinion. "You're normally so composed and mature, but today you've been acting really strange. And what's with the outfit, you never dress like that. This whole day you've been acting like a different person. I want the old Makoto back, not this bizarre imitation."
Makoto sat in shock: she had never heard him say so much at once. She immediately realised that she had made a mistake in wearing the outfit and all the make-up.
"I-I didn't realise you felt that way." she said shyer than usual.
"Yeah, well, I suppose I should've told you earlier, rather than just ignoring the issue all together."
"I'm really sorry for ruining today, I just wanted to seem more... attractive to you, like Ann." He would've been surprised, but instead just quietly nodded his head.
"It's fine, but just, don't pretend to be something you're not. I like you just the way you are." He said softly.
Her eyes widened. She realised then that she might just love that boy. She'd always struggled to meet expectations set by her peers since her parents died. But here he was, telling her that she didn't need to change.
She started crying. Ren panicked. He moved over across the compartment and sat next to her, wrapping his arm around her.
"What's wrong? Was it something I said?" He queried with worry.
She didn't respond. Instead she turned her head and pressed her lips to his.
This wasn't like the furious, fevered kisses they'd shared earlier. This one was slow, passionate and as much full of love as Makoto could muster.
Ren responded in full force, allowing himself to get lost in the deep kiss. He could feel the tears on her face as he wrapped her deeper in his embrace.
Eventually, tongue got involved and what was once a simple kiss quickly turned into something more. Makoto wrapped her hands around his head, tightening their hug on the small, uncomfortable bench.
It didn't take much longer for Ren's hand to slowly creep downward towards her ass, typically hidden under her conservative clothing.
She moaned slightly at his touch, his groping slowly becoming a more familiar sensation.
It was surprisingly fleshy and allowed Ren to really get a hold of it. 'She's just full of surprises' he thought as he continued their passionate making out. Their tongues continued to battle back and forth in a gentle war for dominance. Joker wasn't used to kissing so much for so long, but he was definitely becoming a fan.
Eventually they broke apart, both breathing heavily, their faces flushed and slightly sweaty. Ren's hands moved back up to her waist as he pulled her close in a relatively heartfelt embrace in such an erotic situation.
Makoto's heart was beating a million miles a minute as she held close to her fellow phantom thief. This was all very, very new to her, and the feeling of Ren's erection pressing into her was intimidating but arousing. If you'd told her a few months ago that she would be doing such a thing with a boy then she'd have never for a second believed you. And yet, here she was, panting and sweating, with a boy she liked a lot, maybe even loved.
She realised why she was so excited. She'd never done something so impulsive, so inappropriate, so scandalous. If her sister had heard about what she was doing with Ren in such a public place, she'd tear her head off. But being scandalous felt much better than the young woman had expected. It felt very appropriate with her awakening to her persona, and embracing the spirit of rebellion within her heart. And this was her rebelling. Makoto was doing what she wanted, not caring about the potential consequences, or what people might think if they found out. She wanted to go further. She wanted to break the limits that her conservative upbringing had forced upon her. She wanted to feel him inside her. It couldn't be anyone other than him.
He was special to her. She'd never felt as close to any boy as she did to Ren. If it wasn't for him, she'd never have broken out of her shell. It would be unlikely that Makoto would've experienced any of the more fun aspects of teenage life. Instead she would've wasted her time studying and studying and studying some more. Thanks to Ren, she could experience what it was like to love another person and help those getting crushed under the weight of a corrupt society. A corruption that she was long folly to.
Ren had a lot of girls that he'd been seemingly juggling at the time. Between simple kisses and full on sex, it was a huge mix of emotions and changing relationship dynamics that were all changing and evolving at a rapid pace. But when he was sitting there, Makoto straddling his lap, with his rock hard throbbed pressing into her deceptively curvy body, her beautiful face buried into his shoulder, and her spit in his mouth, all the other girls skipped his mind; and he could only think of her. Her, and the affection he felt for her. He wasn't sure if it was love, but he certainly had special feelings reserved for her. But the same could be said for others he knew…
It was complicated. But the others weren't important at the moment. Makoto was what was important. Somehow, she always helped to keep his head screwed on straight when things got rough. When everyone else was panicking, she kept level headed and gave him advice when he most needed it. He was really excited, but
As touching as the moment was for the both of them, there were matters at hand. Namely, the frozen Ferris wheel, lazing in the evening breeze. Neither one of the teenagers knew what to say. They shot their stares into each other's eyes, Makoto still straddled on Ren's lap. They shared their warmth with their close contact, feeling safe suspended above the park, giving the youths a view that many would pay to see.
But they didn't care. In that moment they only cared about each other. Although Ren had a bigger concern. He was rock hard, with his heart beating a million miles an hour, and there were no signs of it stopping.
'What to do now' thought Ren. He was hot and bothered, and Makoto felt the same.
So he kissed her, and she kissed back. And as was standard, they began to get more and more passionate in the small compartment where no one else could see them. She quickly grabbed his cock through his trousers. She wasn't used to hard it was. She'd never have guessed exactly how it'd feel from her 'scientific research'. It made her excited. She realised then that she didn't know what would feel good for Ren. She could feel it straining against his jeans, struggling to escape it's denim cell.
Their tongues duelled against each other, wrapping and wrestling in between their lips. They quickly became engrossed with each other and lost track of time and surroundings.
But alas, the world goes on, and their overlong trip on the Ferris wheel soon began to reach its conclusion. Not that either of the young lovers acknowledged it.
Their passionate moment came to an end as an awkward carnie grabbed their attention and got them off the ride. Anyone who paid attention would easily realise exactly what they had been getting up to in the privacy of the gondola.
A tint of red flooded her face at realising she had been caught.
'It was definitely worth it though.'
After willing the leftover drool from her chin, Makoto looked at Ren, smiled and said, "Maybe we could go back to your place?"
'I like that idea.' Ren nodded back and the two wandered their way back to Ren's humble abode.
Ngl, this took much longer than I intended. Spent too much time playing smash unfortunately, but I hope people will still enjoy. Not much sex, plenty of story so I do apologize if that's not your thing, but next chapter will have less chatting more fucking. Enjoy!
