Story Twelve: Peeping Tom - I
Warning: Underage, voyeurism.
He didn't bother to switch on the light outside as he stepped out into his balcony. Mitsuru just needed a short break from the mobile app he'd been working on. Coding was a breeze for him, it's the troubleshooting that's giving him the crick in the neck.
He really ought to ditch the habit, but for now, it's what he needed to destress - smoking.
Arching his neck up towards the night sky, he released a puff of smoke, then Mitsuru leaned over his railing facing the opposite two-story house and immediately noticed that his new neighbor had light, flimsy curtains, so sheer he could practically see everything inside their room.
It was really girly, a single bed with yellow floral print covers, a vanity mirror overflowing with hair accessories and knick-knacks, a huge cream-colored teddy bear sitting at the corner with a pink ribbon on its neck, and some boxes that were still unpacked. His new neighbor had just moved in last night, but he hadn't had the chance to see her yet.
He really ought to warn the newcomer about her curtains, they practically hid nothing. Mitsuru had known the grandmother, Keiko, who lived next door for years, and the old lady had mentioned about her granddaughter moving in to help her with the Udon shop downstairs. What was her name again?
Just as Mitsuru was about to snub his cigarette, the bathroom door in his neighbor's room swung open and a girl walked out — naked!
Damn. He knew he should look away, but he couldn't. He tried to focus on her cute face but his eyes kept wandering lower. The girl was completely oblivious to her surroundings, casually rubbing lotion on her arms, and then over the most perfect tits he'd ever laid eyes on. Fucking hell.
The sudden tightness in his pants told him that it had been too long since he got laid, but that was no excuse for the rush of instant lust that surprised even him.
At least, the girl has bothered to put her panties on before stepping out of the bathroom, if she hadn't, Mitsuru didn't know how he'd be able to sleep that night. Not that the tiny scrap of white lace was any help, if anything, the concealment only heightened his imagination. He could see the outline of her pussy lips pressing tautly against the fabric. Oh dear lord, he's surely going to hell for this.
The girl turned towards the vanity mirror, presenting him her curvy ass. Damn, the girl was real dynamite, even as he felt bad for ogling her like this, Mitsuru couldn't stop. He'd seen girls in various stages of undress, but never had one affected him so instantaneous like this.
She pulled the towel wrapped around her head and wet, wavy blonde locks tumbled down her back. She twisted and turned, examining herself in front of the mirror as she brushed her hair, her beautiful tits jiggling with each movement, making him groan. To be able to see so much but not touch was a torture of the sweetest/cruelest kind. The girl dropped the hairbrush then examined herself on the mirror, cupping her breasts as if to measure them, still looking at her own reflection. Dear lord, what he'd give to be the one molding those beauties in his palms.
Then much to his guilty disappointment, she finally pulled a bathrobe on, covering that supremely fuckable, perfect body. God, she'd just given him a lifetime supply of spank bank and he doesn't even know her name yet.
The girl stepped back into the bathroom and quickly exited, carrying what looked like a small wet cloth. Mitsuru held his breath as she headed towards the sliding doors of her balcony, if he didn't leave now, he'd soon come face to face with his new tormentor, but he found himself rooted to the spot, unable to move.
She didn't see him immediately, considering that his light wasn't turned on, but as soon as she switched the light to her balcony, he was instantly visible. Even then, it took a few seconds for her to see him and jumped slightly when she finally did.
"Oh god, I didn't see you there!" She said with a nervous laugh.
Mitsuru now knew that he'd be hearing that sweet voice in his deepest dreams. A sultry, sexy voice to go with the illicit images he'd stored of her. He wondered how she'd be like in bed, how she'd moan when touched, what sounds she'd make when she orgasmed. Down boy. He mentally groaned, hiding his aching erection behind the balcony railing.
She pulled the lapels of her robe closer together as if self-conscious. Too late. He wanted to tell her but bit his tongue. "Hello, new neighbor. Just enjoying my cigarette break." He lifted his hand as if she couldn't see the glowing ember between his fingers.
"H-hi. I...I didn't expect to see anyone." She stammered then turned to slide her door close when she went completely still.
Uh oh. Mitsuru thought, bracing himself for the hysterics. She must have realized, albeit belatedly, how little, no, absolutely nothing was concealed behind those flimsy curtains. That she had inadvertently exposed herself to a complete stranger.
"How long have you been there?" She asked in a voice that was a higher pitch than before. Her eyes were so huge he could see they were blue in color despite the distance between them.
"I saw everything." Mitsuru groaned and longed to kick himself. He had wanted to lie, to save both of them from embarrassment, but his traitorous mouth had just gone off on its own.
A red tint painted her cheeks, and she clutched the lapels of her robe tighter. "Well...this...this is embarrassing." She said in a shaky voice.
"I'm sorry, I should have walked away but..." Seeing her this close literally took his breath away. She was really beautiful, blue eyes, sensuous pink lips...and young. She has the body of a woman, leaning on the voluptuous side, but she has the face of a young girl. Shit.
"Please tell me you're at least legal." It wasn't what he wanted to say, but once again, his tongue had a life of its own.
"I've just turned 16...but don't worry." Her blue eyes were bright and something sparkled in their depths he couldn't quite decipher. "This can be our little secret."
-o-
She didn't know what possessed her to say such things. Kokoro dug her face deeper into the pillow, mortified beyond belief. That wasn't how she'd imagined their first meeting would be. Mitsuru may have not known about her, but ever since she was twelve, she had a major crush on him, from the moment her grandmother had sent that photo. He wasn't even looking at the camera, he was lying on his back, busy fixing something beneath her grandma's kitchen sink. Dark-haired with sharp, green eyes. It was a combination that had always appealed to her. Even if he was four years older than her.
Her grandmother had been telling them about the 'kind young man next door' who had been helping her around the house doing repairs and errands.
She had lots of opportunities to meet Mitsuru for years when she visited her grandmother, but like any girl with her first crush, Kokoro didn't have the confidence to approach him, much less introduce herself. For a long time now, she'd begged her mother to move back in with her grandmother, but her mother couldn't leave her boyfriend.
Trouble escalated when her mother remarried, Kokoro couldn't stand her new step-father. Those lingering hugs and touches, those creepy eyes. He made her skin crawl. It all got too much when he 'accidentally' walked in the bathroom while she was taking a shower.
There's simply no way she'd forget to lock the door, not when she'd been extra wary of the creep. Kokoro no longer felt safe in her own home, and what's worse, her mother refused to believe her, taking her step-father's version of the incident. That broke her heart, and with sadness, Kokoro decided to move in with her grandmother.
And so here she was at 16 years, hoping to put the unpleasant experience behind her, prepared to start a new chapter in her life. Hoping to experience love.
She'd wanted to make a good first impression. Instead, she'd just embarrassed herself. Kokoro fidgeted in bed as she imagined how much he'd seen. She wasn't worried he'd tattle, the man her grandmother described doesn't sound like someone who'd kiss and tell...it's what he thought of her that had Kokoro squirming in her bed.
Will Mitsuru think less of her now? She didn't know how she'll face him again, distressed at the thought that she might have ruined her chances with him before she could even begin.
-o-
16. Old enough to drive, but not to fuck. At least not with someone much older like him. Shit. What was wrong with him? He shouldn't be having this kind of thoughts. Mitsuru couldn't remember the last time he'd fantasized over a girl. Perhaps this was just a wake-up call to start dating again. His last relationship was a little over a year ago, college just took over his life leaving little room for anything else, and he wasn't interested in casual hook-ups.
His body was just reacting just like any other red-blooded male in the vicinity of a very beautiful girl. He's not really attracted to her, he couldn't be. Not with a minor. Mitsuru repeated the mantra over and over again, the raging hardon tenting his sheets making a lie of his words.
Of all the girls he'd be attracted to, why her? His neighbor's own granddaughter? As a little boy who had lost his mother, Keiko had opened her home to him. His father buried himself in work, leaving Mitsuru to deal with his own grief. Keiko's maternal warmth had somewhat eased the jagged edges of his mother's loss, had comforted him when the pain got too much.
What was the granddaughter's name again? Kokoro? Chihiro?
If he were to live with himself, he'd stay away from her. No matter how compelling, how strong the attraction was, Keiko who'd been like a mother to him all these years deserved more than his respect. He cannot repay her kindness by messing with her granddaughter.
That what was he tried to tell himself, but even at the very last moment before sleep took over him, he could still see the girl's bright blue eyes, those full, pink lips he longed to do the most unholy things to.
-o-
He found Kokoro in her backyard the next day, trimming a blackberry bush that was allowed to run amok. He'd spent many happy summers picking and indulging in its fruit while growing up, but in time, other pursuits distracted him away. Mitsuru smiled to himself as the nostalgia hit. He sure missed those days.
The crunch of twigs being trimmed brought his attention back to Kokoro. Just like before, she didn't notice him again. Her movements were sure, confident as she worked on the huge shrub with a pair of hand pruners. Mitsuru had never thought gray overalls would look good on a girl before, but damn if she didn't look so cute in it with a faded pink shirt.
"Hi, your grandmother sent me here. I'm Mitsuru."
She jumped slightly at the sound of his voice, heat bloomed in her cheeks as she turned to look at him."Oh, hi again. I...I'm Kokoro. You're the one...who's going to help me with the garden?" She looked younger than her 16 years, with those wide blue eyes and hair tied in two pigtails.
"That's right." He replied, ignoring the sudden catch in his throat. "Sorry for last night...I have no excuse." He ought to feel guilty, but couldn't bring himself to regret what happened. It only goes to show how broken his moral compass really was.
She shook her head and smiled slightly. "It's fine. Thank you so much for doing this...umm..." Kokoro pulled off her garden glove and dug for something in her pocket. "I made a rough sketch of a plan. Could you look at it and see if it's doable?"
Relieved that she wasn't going to make a fuss over the incident of their first meeting, Mitsuru visibly relaxed. Instead of picking the offered crumpled paper, he stepped closer to look at her sketched plan. A faint, subtle scent rose from her hair, making his insides clench in reaction. God, she smelled so good.
Forcing himself to concentrate on the sketch, Mitsuru tried to make out what the rectangles represent, he has little knowledge about gardening and assumed the shaded columns represented rows of tilled soil. "Could you describe what you wanted me to do?"
"Yes. Of course." Kokoro smiled then took a few steps in the backyard and pointed at the plot of grass. "I was thinking of having raised beds to plant vegetables over here, just lettuce, tomatoes and maybe some beans...about ten of them will do...I think, haven't really measured. But over there I'd like to try potatoes and carrots and maybe—"
"What exactly is a raised bed?" Mitsuru asked, he didn't want to interrupt her, not when Kokoro became more and more animated as she talked about what she wanted. Clearly, gardening was her passion.
"Oh sorry." She gasped, realizing he had no clue what she was talking about. "Um, basically it's building rectangular boxes on the ground, which is then filled with soil."
"Sounds easy enough." He nodded, clenching his fists as he fought off the desire to reach out to touch her, to see if her skin was as silky soft as it looked, how her hair would feel like as it ran through his fingers. Goddamnit. When had he turned into a perv? If he's to survive being around her, he must think of her as his kid sister.
"How deep do you want it?" Mitsuru almost choked as he heard himself. He really ought to leash his fucking mouth. "Uh, the bed I mean."
"About ten inches. Ideally, I'd prefer around twelve...the deeper, the better...I mean for potatoes!" The last words came out with a squeak. This time, Kokoro was the one blushing as the innuendo of the words caught up with her.
Unsure whether to laugh or grimace in awkwardness, Mitsuru pulled a tape measure from his back pocket and scanned the yard. "Shall we get started?"
-o-
Two weeks later...
She can't remember the number of times she'd checked herself in the mirror. Never had she felt so self-conscious, but Kokoro couldn't help it. Even though she's working in the kitchen helping her grandmother, she wanted to look presentable.
Five minutes later, she felt a bit overdressed in apple green pleated skirt and fitted cream top. Now she's worried she'd look desperate but it'd take too much time to change into another outfit. Chiding herself, Kokoro picked up the tray holding a pitcher of iced tea and glass from the counter. She's not going to earn any cookie points by being so fickle.
As she made her way to the back door and out into the yard, she caught sight of Mitsuru sitting on his haunches as he worked on the garden bed. He was drilling screws to secure the four wooden walls of the frame together, reinforced with posts at the corners. He's working on the last bed, the rest were already set in two rows, five beds each, ready to be filled with soil and mulch.
For what felt like an eternity, Kokoro could only stand there transfixed, silently bemoaning the unfairness of it all. How could he be this attractive without exerting the least effort? Her senses went haywire as soon as she saw he had taken his shirt off. God, just watching the play of muscles in his arms and torso was making butterflies flutter in her stomach. He looked like a guy comfortable working under the sun, his skin was lightly tanned. A gorgeous eye candy.
She thought that after two weeks, the enchantment will fade or at least lessen in intensity. Mitsuru was only able to help with the garden in his spare time, but she didn't mind waiting. They were gradually getting closer and the more she knew about him, the deeper the attraction grew.
"Is that for me?" Mitsuru asked with a smile as he positioned a plank of wood at the top edge of the bed frame before pulling off his work gloves.
Clearly, he wasn't the least bit self-conscious as he walked over to where she stood and picked up the glass. "Perfect timing, I'm parched."
Kokoro forced herself to look away as he drank the iced tea in one go, but that didn't stop the strange tingling that charged her skin. This must be what people felt when lightning was about to strike.
She could sense him watching her, but not wanting him to catch her staring, she fixed her eyes on the rectangular box he was working on. "Are you adding that to make the frame stronger?" She'd been curious about it from day one. The raised beds she'd seen didn't have top rails.
"Oh, this?" Mitsuru placed his empty glass back on the tray, "It will add more stability to the frame, but I thought you'd need something to sit on while you're gardening." As if to demonstrate, he sat on the horizontal plank and ran his hand over the smooth wood. "Try it."
Mitsuru held her tray as she slowly sat down, their eyes met briefly before her courage quickly faltered. Half of her wanted to run away, the other wanted to reach out and touch him. He's just too gorgeous! Kokoro forced herself to assess his handiwork, not the fine mist of sweat that gave his skin that healthy sheen. The frame felt stable under her, even with their combined weights sitting on one edge.
She had sat on her haunches while tending her tiny garden back in her old home, sometimes sitting on a flipped over bucket if the bed wasn't too shallow to reach. For someone who claimed to know little about gardening, Mitsuru had thought of her comfort when he built the beds. No more leg cramps for her as she planted, weeded, harvested her garden!
Kokoro ran her hand along the wood he'd sanded smooth. "It is much comfortable. Thank you." She whispered softly, she wanted to simply throw her arms around him and just kiss him, but didn't want to scare him off with her infatuation. How could he make her feel so much at ease and then self-conscious the next breath?
Mitsuru smiled without a word as she looked at him, as if he had been waiting all this time for her to do so. But then the smile vanished, replaced by something else that made goosebumps race over her skin.
His gaze studied her features then rested on her lips, his green eyes transfixed, almost as if hypnotized. Was that longing she sees in his eyes? Hunger? A chill ran down her spine even as she looked at his mouth, as if she could persuade him to lean closer and kiss her.
What does she have to do to entice him? Close her eyes? But what if he didn't want to kiss her? She'd look like a complete fool! Her inexperience stopped her from making the first move, and she didn't know enough to send the right signal.
"Kokoro? Lunch is almost ready." Her grandmother's sudden appearance from the back door interrupted the moment. The two jumped up from the ground to their feet like two guilty kids caught being naughty.
"Grandma." Kokoro said weakly, unsure whether she's relieved or disappointed for the interruption.
"Come join us, Mitsuru, I also made a batch of fried calamari." Keiko invited in a cheerful voice then went back inside without waiting for a reply.
"I...I made some Purin for dessert. Will you stay?" Kokoro offered, biting her lip as she waited for his answer with anxious eyes.
"Wouldn't miss it."
-o-
He pumped his fist faster, speeding up the rhythm. His cock had been aching for release, it won't take long. He needed to cum, and if he couldn't do that in her sweet, little cunt, then he'll do it in his hand while images of Kokoro flashed in his mind.
God, what he'd do to have her in the shower with him, bent over in front of him, spreading her ass cheeks apart, showing him the tiny slit of her pussy, the pink, puckered hole of her ass. Mitsuru jerked off faster. He could see her looking at him over her shoulder, eyes heavy with lust, red lips panting, begging him to fill her up.
He imagined what it would feel like to be inside her. She'd be tighter than his fist no doubt, her pussy would resist his entry every inch of the way, but he'll have her, even if his cock has to fight his way in. She'd moan his name, and he wouldn't be able to control himself, he'd order her to brace herself against the wall before grabbing her hips and pound into her sweet, little virgin pussy from behind.
Fuck. Kokoro felt so good. His strokes became harder, faster, as hot, sticky spurts of cum jet into the shower wall. Mitsuru clenched his teeth, a harsh groan ripped from his throat as he gave in to the relief. He used his own cum to lube up his hand and finished jerking off, pulling out every drop.
He hated and felt a bit ashamed that he was reduced to this, like some prepubescent kid. But there was no way can he could be anywhere near Kokoro without some kind of release. It was getting harder and harder to control his body, this will take the edge off. At least for a while.
He reached for the soap and began to lather his body, waiting for his breathing to return to normal. Trying to feel guilt over what he'd done didn't work. It didn't matter to his goddamn cock she's only 16 years old. He liked her. He wanted her. But he can't have her and being off-limits only made his dick harder. God, he'd never been so sexually frustrated with anyone in his entire life.
Keiko would be horrified if she knew what he wanted to do to her precious granddaughter. What he wanted...what he fantasized doing over and over again. Not only had he spent his nights jerking off to images of Kokoro, but he'd fucked her in his dreams more times than he could count.
Mitsuru cursed as his cock began to harden again, as if he hadn't released a load just a minute ago. Fucking hell. He knew that his hand will never be enough to satisfy this particular need. Jerking off just bought him some time, nothing but sliding in her body, coating the deepest part of her pussy with his cum will satiate this fire, but he had no other choice.
Three months. Three long months since Kokoro entered his life like a fucking wrecking ball, getting under his skin and into his head in a way he wasn't prepared for.
He's going to explode soon if he didn't put a stop to this.
-o-
"I'm telling you, man, you've got to fuck her out of your system."
Mitsuru groaned as he tried to concentrate working on coding instead of listening to Zorome who was fiddling with his guitar, or at least trying to.
"You've been hung up on this piece of ass for months. She's your forbidden fruit, that makes her tempting more than she really is."
"And that means?" Mitsuru asked, pretending to be uninterested.
"The fruit looks better than it actually tastes. And the only way for you to find that out is to fuck her hard and dirty, kick her out as soon as you're done, and voila! She's history."
"Don't be disgusting, Zorome." He muttered, then cursed as he mistyped a line. "Have you forgotten that Kokoro is only 16, and my neighbor's only grandchild?"
"I got news for you pal. No one has to know if you're banging a minor. People do it all the time! As long as she's given you her consent, nothing really wrong with it. She's 16, not 12."
Mitsuru couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You're full of bullshit, you know that?"
"Come on, dude. When was the last time you got laid?" Zorome pestered.
"None of your damn business!"
"If you don't want to fuck her out of your system, then at least fuck someone else. You've been walking with that stick up your ass for far too long."
Mitsuru knew his friend was right. But damn, it grinds his gears to realize how obvious he was to his friends. It was unmistakably clear to them that he was pussy whipped—without getting any pussy.
"Listen man, I met this chick last week on campus. She's not as pretty as your blondie, but she's hot, got a nice booty. More importantly, she's just looking for some fun, no strings attached. How about I hook you two up?"
Another time he would have jumped at the offer, but now, he's oddly reluctant. Mitsuru gritted his teeth. All he wanted was a release, but he'd be damned if he had to come in his hand again.
"Sure." He was tempted to take it back the moment he said it, he knew who he wanted and it's not some nameless chick...but stopped himself. Kokoro was off limits. It's about time he moved on, no matter how much she made him ache.
"Great, I'll give you a call later." Zorome said with a smirk.
It felt so wrong, but Mitsuru was determined to get this out of his system. His whole sanity was at stake.
-o-
He knew he should stay away, but the fool that he was, Mitsuru found himself walking towards Kokoro's garden. He saw her harvesting some daikon radishes from the balcony earlier, and he wanted some time with her before his friends picked him up for the party.
It still doesn't fail to amaze him to see the backyard's transformation, it was just grass and the brambling blackberry bushes not too long ago and now it's a mini-farm, and some of the produce had already made their way from the garden to their dining table.
Mitsuru couldn't help but feel proud to be part of this. And he hadn't thought that enjoying the fruits of their labor, though mundane, would be this sweet.
He was glad he stayed, he'd originally thought of keeping his distance as soon as he had installed the drip irrigation system, but Kokoro had managed to persuade him to stay and help her start the backyard farm. Persuade? Hah, he wished! She had him wrapped around her little finger from day one. And it's about time he got his life back in order.
"Started pickling?" He asked as a way of greeting as Kokoro lifted her head towards him. Damn, but she's so beautiful, even in her work clothes and garden gloves. He tried to ignore the sudden tightness in his chest. Lust he's familiar with. But this? The emotional pull was something he'd never experienced before. He ached to touch her, not in a sexual way, but with tenderness, just simple adoration.
Kokoro was sitting at the edge of the bed with a metal bowl, carefully pulling the radishes from the soil. Even before he reached her, Mitsuru sensed that something was wrong. Instead of the sunny smiles and enthusiastic greeting, her whole body was rigid, tense.
He wondered if it was her step-father again. Kokoro had spoken about her parents, and how she dreaded their upcoming visit. How her mom's new husband made her feel uncomfortable.
"Is something wro—?"
"Are you really going to Mina's birthday tonight?" She interrupted, startling him. The question was so unexpected, he was speechless for a few seconds and could only stare back at her. How did she know about the party?
"You met Mina?"
Kokoro shook her head and turned her attention back to digging up some radish. "I overheard you talking to your friend on the balcony last night."
"Stalker." He teased, trying to lighten the mood. "Yes, I'm going. And no, you can't come. It's a party for adults."
When she didn't respond, Mitsuru frowned in concern. Something was definitely bothering her. If it's that damned creep again, he'll find ways to protect Kokoro, even confront her step-father, with or without her permission. No one threatens her safety, or her—
"I don't want you to go." Kokoro stated bluntly, her jaw was so tense as if she was holding her tears back.
Again he was at a loss for words. Stupefied. Her demands don't make any sense. Why would she say such a thing? And more importantly, she's not his keeper. He didn't need her permission on how to go on about with his life.
Had this been anyone else, Mitsuru would have taken offense. But this was Kokoro, he was fond of her, more than he was willing to admit.
"Hey, what's the matter sweetheart? Is something bothering you?"
"I know what goes on in such...parties." Kokoro rose up from her seat, sending the bowl of radish tumbling over, but she ignored it. "I'm not a child." She muttered, cutting in when he tried to make excuses.
"I don't see what this got to do anything with you." Mitsuru thrust his hand through his hair, messing it up without meaning to. He could see that she's upset but didn't understand the cause of it.
"I may be too young for you right now, but..." She bit her trembling lip for a moment, then her chin firmed in determination. "I've always...ever since I was twelve...I...I've always liked you!"
It was the most awkward, clumsiest confession he'd ever received but by god, those words sent his heart racing.
"Kokoro."
The blaring horn from the street at the front startled them both. The horn was followed by the sound of his friends yelling for Mitsuru to get his ass out of the house.
"Don't go." Kokoro whispered, her eyes pleading. The trembling of her lips made him curse, even as images of her flashed in his mind, the way she'd looked that first night, naked, so damn beautiful, how soft her skin looked, slightly flushed from the heat of the shower, her pert little nipples as pink as her lips.
No. This can't go on. Sooner or later he'd cave and give in. She's much too important to lose just because he couldn't keep his dick in his pants.
"Let's talk later." He said, hesitant to leave when she looked crushed. But this was for the best, he can't lead her on and break her heart. He tried to convince himself that he was doing this for Kokoro even as he forced himself to walk away, felt her eyes on him with each step. He didn't want to leave her like this, but what other option does he has left?
-o-
How could anyone feel so alone even among a crowd of noisy people? But that was how Mitsuru felt as he sat next to his friends and their partners, most of which he hadn't seen before. At his side was the girl they've set up as his date for the night, but things weren't going well, and none of it was the girl's fault. He'd never felt so out of place, so at odds with himself.
The party was at full swing, which meant booze, loud music and crazy dancing. He wouldn't be surprised if some couples were already banging in their secluded corners, this was just how parties go when you mix alcohol and horny young adults.
Mitsuru tried again to strike another conversation with the girl, but he was haunted by the face of another. No matter what he did, he just couldn't get Kokoro off his mind. The irony of it all was that he'd come here seeking distraction, but it was an abysmal failure. Unable to take any more, Mitsuru got up and quietly left.
Oh, this was just great. She'd broken his cock too, couldn't get a rise from the damn thing, had lain placid all night long despite the wild, gyrating girls who were half-naked.
Who would have known he's a glut for self-inflicted punishments?
-o-
The udon shop had the closed sign at the front door when he got back, but Mitsuru could still see a few customers finishing up their last bites. Before he could enter the shop, he saw Kokoro through the glass doors, standing behind the counter, drying stacks of bowls with a cloth. A guy he only knew by the name Hitoshi, leaned toward her, getting way too close for his comfort.
A rush of adrenaline coursed through his veins. This was the same high school boy who played for the soccer team, and had been hovering around the shop for a while. His hands clenched into fists. He knew he had no right to feel this way, Kokoro was not his girlfriend, he's not even her big brother. Mitsuru tried to dismiss his possessiveness as protectiveness, of course, he's not jealous, he's just worried that boy will get too close to Kokoro, that's all.
Besides, she was just talking to Hitoshi, wasn't even smiling at him. Oh, he's not jealous, not at all. Fucking wrong! He could barely contain the sheer rage that threatened to rip him apart at the sight of another guy standing close to her. In a flash, Mitsuru saw the future where he couldn't be around Kokoro, a future where she'd go on to date other guys, fall in love...have sex. And he couldn't control any of that. She's not his.
The possessiveness over Kokoro wasn't new to him, but the sheer rage that accompanied it took even Mitsuru by surprise. This was a demon with no name raging through him, pouring into his senses and unleashing an avalanche of lust that he had no idea how to control. Suddenly he didn't know himself, had no clue how to handle the needs that nearly broke his control or what to do with one blonde curvy girl. He had a feeling he was simply well and utterly fucked.
Kokoro hadn't seen him yet. Maybe he should just turn around and leave. Return to the frat house for a session of hatefuck Just to be away from this tiny slip of a girl who had the power to rip him apart, made him feel so vulnerable, so off-kilter.
But when Hitoshi tried to tug one of her pigtails, Mitsuru saw red. Every reason he had for staying away simply vaporized from the fury. He was pushing the doors open before he could blink twice.
"Are you free now?" He asked as he approached the counter.
Kokoro glanced up at the sound of his voice. "Mitsuru?" Her face looked shocked for a moment, as if unable to believe her eyes.
"I need to talk to you."
Her smile took away most of his anger, she always made him feel at ease without saying a word. She looked very happy to see him, so relieved, though a thousand of unvoiced questions filled her eyes.
Mitsuru shifted his gaze to glare at Hitoshi. "Hi."
"Hitoshi, this is Mitsuru. He's the one helping me with the garden."
"Hey." Hitoshi muttered, clearly pissed. Mitsuru gave him the evil eye, not feeling the slightest remorse for butting in.
"Heard there's a frat party over at the campus, so what brought you here, college boy ?"
Mitsuru knew the words were a jab at him, at the age gap between him and Kokoro, but to hell with it all, he didn't fucking care.
"Unfinished business." He muttered dismissively, then turned back to Kokoro. "Are you done?"
She licked her lips nervously before she spoke, when his eyes followed the subtle movement of her tongue, a soft blush tinted her cheeks.
"Um...okay, let me just hand these napkins to grandma." Kokoro looked at the two boys with hesitation, wondering if she could leave the two of them, sensing the building tension and unsure how to defuse it. Her decision was made for her when her grandma called from the back of the kitchen.
For what seemed like an eternity but in reality was just a few seconds, silence reigned between the two men.
"Aren't you too old for her?" Hitoshi muttered suddenly. "Why don't you finish whatever the hell you got to do here and go back to the party?"
"What I do is none of your business." Mitsuru informed him icily.
"What you do to her is." Hitoshi growled back. "She's only 16, and I won't let you take advantage of her."
Mitsuru was damned if he could break Hitoshi's ugly face. He's going to rip this bastard's head off his shoulders if Kokoro doesn't return soon.
The tension was really high when Kokoro returned. Mitsuru grabbed her hand and gave Hitoshi a smug look before they left. It wasn't his most mature moment but what the hell, he's too worked up to care.
He waited until they were outside before giving in to what he really wanted to do. He backed Kokoro against the wall of the building and devoured her mouth, shoving his tongue inside roughly, not with the least bit of grace, simply beyond possessive.
She didn't resist him though. Instead, she opened wide and let him have his way with her, sliding her hands into his hair and moaned into his mouth, giving him what he needed to calm his damn nerves. God, a part of him had hoped he'll be turned off by the way she kiss, that he'd take one taste and discover she wasn't all he had thought she'd be. But no, he couldn't get enough. Her lips were so soft, so silky warm, better than his wildest dreams.
After a few minutes, Mitsuru reluctantly released her.
Kokoro covered her swollen mouth. "What was that for?" She whispered.
"That was for making me bloody jealous as hell." He replied through gritted teeth. Nevermind that he'd just stolen her first kiss, and it was probably not what she'd expected her first time to be. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
"You know that Hitoshi is only a friend."
"It's not really him that's bothering me, but the idea of him—all those boys in your school I won't be able to protect you from because I..." I want you for myself.
"I don't want anyone else. I want you."
"God, Kokoro this...this is so wrong." Even now he had to reach down and adjust his pants over his cock, trying to hide the fact that the thick bastard was hard as a rock and ready to fuck.
"Something that feels this right can't be wrong."
"Sweetheart, you're only 16. I'm 20. I should know better." He cupped her face, looking into her eyes, trying to make her understand.
She rubbed her cheek against his palm, then slid his hand lower to her breast. "Does this feel like 16 to you?"
He squeezed her before he could stop himself, the soft sound she made went straight to his dick.
"I want to fuck you." He groaned, pressing her against the wall. "I want to shove my cock inside you and fuck you until we're both raw and aching."
"I won't stop you. You know that." Her thighs parted, allowing him to press closer.
"No, baby...we can't." When he tried to pull back, Kokoro kept her arms around his waist.
"I have friends who sleep with older men. Men older than you." She nuzzled against his chest and he stiffened. "I've never liked boys my age. I didn't know what I wanted, until I saw you."
Distracted, Mitsuru pulled back and looked into her eyes. "When was this?"
"I was only 12 then, grandma sent a photo of you fixing the kitchen sink. I've seen you the few times I visited my grandma, but I couldn't find the courage to introduce myself."
"Why?" He wondered, stroking back her hair. It bothered him that he could have met her all these years but she'd only revealed herself recently.
"Because you were 16, and I was still a child. But even then I knew how right we are and that I'd wait. I waited years to be with you."
"Oh sweetheart, you say that now, but your mind could change. You're too young to make decisions like this." Mitsuru pulled their hips tighter together, his voice barely audible. "Ones that could affect your whole life."
"That's why you have to make them with me." She rose on tiptoes to reach his mouth with hers. "I don't want to be with anyone else. I want to be with you."
"God help me, I want you too." He groaned.
"Then why can't we?"
"Because anyone like your friend Hitoshi can accuse me of statutory rape and the law will be on his side."
Her shoulders fell in dejection. "I won't let you pretend to be with someone else just because we can't be together yet."
"Shhh." He hushed her when pain and jealousy bled out in her voice. "I don't want you to date anyone else either. I nearly ripped off Hitoshi's face for breathing the same air around you."
That made her laugh a little, but quickly grew serious. "What can we do?"
"We wait. Until you're 18. But...we can't go out on dates like normal couples."
"Can't we go out in secret?"
Mitsuru paused for a bit. "That might work. But sweetheart..." He caressed her lower lip, the soft lips that gave him so much pleasure. "No sex until then. I want you to work with me on this."
Kokoro kissed his fingertips, smiling when his breath hitched, her eyes gazed back at him with sexual invitation no 16-year-old should possess. "No promises."
-o-
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
"I'm not sure I know what you mean." Came her sweet, innocent voice. Too innocent.
"Close your damn curtains!" Mitsuru growled into the phone. Though he was sure he was the only one with a direct view into her bedroom, he wasn't certain if anyone passing by the street could see the same.
Dressed in a silky piece of white lace that hid almost nothing, Kokoro stood in front of her mirror, her hand gripping the hem of her nightie, the other held the phone to her ear.
Mitsuru swallowed hard, and tried to look away. He really did. But by god, even though it was all kind of wrong to ogle the half-naked beauty across the lawn, he couldn't tear his gaze away.
"Then don't look." Came Kokoro's voice, soft and husky, making him groan as he imagined himself doing so many illicit things to that sweet pink mouth. "I'm going to take a shower."
"Kokoro...goddamnit." Mitsuru cursed, she'll be the death of him. He could only groan in helpless agony as she peeled off her top to expose the most perfect tits he'd been aching to touch since she arrived.
As he watched at her over the distance of their houses, their eyes met.
"Look but don't touch." Kokoro whispered in the phone, then cupped her breast with her right hand. "I'm saving these for my boyfriend."
"Kokoro if you don't stop this...I'd...I'd..."
"What? You'd march over here and fuck some sense into me?" As she spoke, her long blond curls flared around her face as her breasts swayed, and much to Mitsuru's utter shock and painful arousal, she shimmied out of her panties. "Perfect timing...I'm not wearing any underwear."
Lust has rendered him speechless, how could he think straight when all his blood has rushed into his cock?
"Kokoro..." He groaned, a plea for mercy.
"Alright, alright." She murmured, "I'm going." She cut off the call before sending him a flying kiss, then stepped inside the bathroom.
Mitsuru backed away from the balcony door and headed straight of his desk. He grabbed the can of soda sitting beside his laptop and cracked it open. He winced as he swallowed the drink that was no longer cold. After drinking half the contents, he dropped it back on the desk, then stared at his laptop.
If he didn't find something to do with his hands, he was either going to take his cock with them or go over there and fuck the hell out of her.
His phone beeped as a new message arrived. Mitsuru picked it up and opened the mail.
" Fucking hell. " He howled, gripping the phone so hard he almost broke the screen.
Sweet dreams, my handsome prince. The message said, and below it was a picture of Kokoro who'd just stepped out of the shower, wearing nothing but droplets of water over skin still flushed pink from the heat. She'd covered her nipples with her arm, but a tantalizing bit of pink drove him crazy.
Come get me, if you want me.
Dear god, how was he going to survive the next two years?
-o-
A week before Kokoro's 18 th birthday...
What the hell was she wearing? Was she trying to give him a heart attack? He had the feeling she was up to something, but what could possibly happen inside a library?
When Kokoro asked him to meet her here, Mitsuru thought nothing of it, until he saw her. She wore a plum-colored top of some stretchy fabric that clung to her figure like a second skin, the neck was so low, her tits threatened to spill. And by god, her pleated micro skirt was too short, almost groin level, just a single blast of a strong breeze and her butt will be on full display. Fuck.
If he caught any boy staring, he'd gouge their eyes out!
"Hi, just wanted to return these books." Kokoro said as she beamed at the librarian behind the desk.
Mitsuru pulled the books from the tote bag and piled them on top of the desk. It was difficult not to stare down her chest like some perv, he kept on stealing glances anyway. Kokoro knew just how to get his attention.
"I'd like to look around a bit, if that's okay?" She asked sweetly as if completely oblivious to the personal hell she'd subjected him to.
"Uh, sure." Mitsuru almost groaned, shoving his hands into his jeans, he couldn't count the times his hand had wandered from her waist down to the side of her hip, always drawn to the sweet curve of her ass, tempting him to slide beneath her skirt and just grab her like an accomplished perv.
Careful to keep his distance, but unable to let her wander without him, Mitsuru followed her as Kokoro perused shelves after shelves of books. The library appeared deserted, no one was around except the two of them and the librarian at the front desk.
Kokoro paused before the very last shelf at the back, as if she'd finally found one she was looking for. Thank the lord for small mercies. The sooner they got out of here, the quicker he could bring her home so she could change into something less...tempting.
He groaned as he saw her standing on tiptoes to grab a book that was beyond her reach. It only made her skirt ride up higher, and his vision went red when he saw the black strip of her thong that barely covered the smooth curves of her ass. Hell and damnation!
"Which book?" Mitsuru growled as he tugged her skirt down. This wasn't the first time she'd teased him, but it never gets any easier.
"The big red one, with gold lettering on the spine." Kokoro smiled at him sweetly.
Even in the dim lighting, she could see his tightly leashed control beginning to fray at the edges, showing signs of strain. Good. It was small comfort to know she wasn't the only one suffering.
Mitsuru reached up and pulled the book she asked. His expression hardened in half disbelief, half outrage when he read the title. " The Kama Sutra, really Kokoro?"
She stepped between the shelf and him, deliberately brushing her breasts against his body and smiling almost coyly as he bit back a groan.
"I thought, I could use some...research." She slid her hand on his front and began to stroke the hard muscles of his chest. " The Perfumed Garden didn't offer much information."
"Kokoro." Mitsuru said in low, choked voice, clasping her hand when she began to run a finger down his chest and stomach.
"I'm almost 18. Don't you want me to be...ready?" Her voice lowered to almost a whisper as her hand pulled free from confinement then moved dangerously lower, hooking a finger in the waistband of his jeans and tugged.
His breath left his body in a rush, and his voice was dark and rough when he spoke. "I will position you in every way possible that will give you the most pleasure." His hand shook as he reached over her head to slide the book back to its slot. "This 'research' is unnecessary."
Her voice husky, Kokoro placed her palm over his chest, just above where his heart beat a frantic rhythm. "Because you're going to teach me."
Pinpricks of sweat dotted his brow. "It is my privilege."
The ragged hunger in his tone sent warmth pooling betwen her legs, and Kokoro rubbed her thighs together in an attempt to ease the ache. But it didn't help, it only made her even more desperate to be touched. Whatever she'd been planning to do to him, it has backfired tenfold.
"I'd like a brief outline of the lesson plan now."
Mitsuru gripped the shelves above her head so hard they creaked in protest. He leaned down, his face barely an inch away from hers, so close she could see how his green eyes deepened into almost black. "You'd tempt me to madness on my final week in hell, Kokoro?"
"It doesn't have to be this way." She whispered meeting his gaze with desperate eyes. This wasn't a game. Never had been. She began to release the top buttons of her dress, ignoring his warning growl. "We can just sneak into your ro—"
"Stop this." Mitsuru hissed, but unable to control himself from pulling her closer.
"No one would have known if you made me yours. I love you so much." Her voice shook to the point of breaking. The excruciating months of waiting, the long countless nights of repressed desire has slowly eroded her sanity. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.
He pinned her against the shelves before she could speak another word. Her gasp was cut short when he captured her lips, sliding his tongue into her mouth without warning. Kokoro made a sound, would have collapsed to the floor if not for his arms holding her close.
His kiss was rough, possessive. Everything in her delighted in his dominance. He parted her lips wider, his tongue invading her mouth deeper with bold, arrogant sweeps as his hands roamed lower down her backside.
Mitsuru slid his hands beneath her skirt, squeezing the right cheek of her ass before grasping her butt with both hands. A tortured, male sound rumbled from his mouth and then Kokoro felt him raise one of her legs to encircle his thighs.
"Oh god." Kokoro gasped, her cheeks burning hotter before he captured her lips once again and began rubbing that soft, untouched part of her against the rock hard length of his cock.
"I made a promise to you that I'd wait until you're 18. A promise I've almost broken so many times." His hands kneaded her ass and every muscle below her waist contracted, ripping a needy whimper from her throat. "I'd sell my soul to break that vow right now and slide my dick inside your little pussy."
Her head was spinning, his filthy words sent her pulse racing. "It...it doesn't have to be complicated." Kokoro gasped breathlessly, almost forgetting what she wanted to say. "Just take me."
"Oh god, sweetheart." Mitsuru laughed a little against her lips, the barest hint of humor in the sound and an ocean full of torture. A pain she could fully relate to.
Kokoro tried to focus on his familiar green eyes, only they're not so familiar right now. They're wild, intense, pupils dilated. "Please..." She begged, knowing that he wasn't going to break that promise, even for her.
He wanted her to look back at the years he'd waited, the two years he'd denied himself, sworn himself to be faithful. So she would know that he was worthy of her love, of her trust. That he would always keep his vows to her even at the cost of his own pleasure or comfort.
"I'll have this sweet, little pussy one week from now, and not a minute sooner." His grip tightened on her ass. "Until then, I'll take care of you."
Mitsuru kissed her softly, muffling the moans she made as he slipped his hand beneath the hem of her short skirt, then skimmed the fabric of her underwear. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her thong and tugged it down.
"Quiet baby, or we'll get caught." Mitsuru murmured, his breath hot against her lips.
Kokoro bit her lip to stop herself from crying out in frustration over the ache that never seemed to leave her alone. The ache only intensified when Mitsuru exposed the tiny patch of blonde hair between her legs, the cleft of her body, the creamy smoothness of her thighs.
"Oh dear god." His voice changed pitch, deep and almost unnatural. "I should be shot for this."
She pulled the hem of her skirt, showing him her wet cunt. "You can take me if you want to. That can be our little secret too."
"Fuck." Her words made his dick leak cum in his pants, and all he could think of was dumping a load inside her little pussy. He wanted to use her cunt until it's worn out so she'd never forget who's been there. He had this urge to mark her as his, it was a need almost as great as his need to breathe. But Mitsuru knew he had to hold himself back.
Kokoro flinched as his fingers parted the slick folds, breathlessly waiting for him to touch where she ached the most, but he kept stroking and stroking, deliberately missing. "Mitsuru!" She protested, biting his lip when he laughed huskily before finally gaving her what she wanted, the barest touch at first before his thumb gently rubbed circles around her clit. Just when she thought she'd die from the overload of sensation, another finger probed into the slit of her pussy, lightly touching the thin barrier he'll have to breach through.
"Right here, baby. This is what my cock is going to claim." She was so wet, so slick with arousal but gripped him so tight it was almost too much for him to handle. Fuck.
"More please." She pleaded in a breathless whisper.
He pressed deeper, almost groaning in denial over how small he found her. Nothing's ever been in here, not even her fingers? Shouldn't she be a little looser? Mitsuru almost wished she was, because his cock wouldn't go in easy. He just knew it's going to take months of riding her before she's fully broken in, able to take him easily any time, any place.
Kokoro whimpered as his finger sank to the knuckle, discomfort radiated from the base, around the thickest part of his finger and she vaguely realized that though he felt larger than actual size, it wasn't big enough to break her hymen.
The sensuous strokes of his thumb continued rubbing her clit, distracting her from the discomfort, coaxing her into submission and she began to slowly relax.
"If I didn't love you I wouldn't have cared if you were legal or not." He began to pump his finger, slowly at first, drawing her natural moisture in and out with it, then rubbed the slick wetness up to her pink back entrance, smearing it around. "I would have fucked you raw and dirty in every sweet hole you've got."
She cupped his face with both hands, her gaze soft and gentle as she met his wild, green eyes. "You can do anything you want to me. I'm yours."
" Fuck!" She will be the death of him. Offering him everything when she knew full well he couldn't...would not take her. Not yet. Not until she's 18. Fucking hell.
He wanted to go down on his knee, spread her thighs wider and press his tongue against her most secret flesh, taste her, suck her pink clit into his mouth, drive her as crazy as she did him. But he knew that doing so will push him beyond the point of no return. No, he must not lose focus.
Curling his finger, Mitsuru gently probed the slick wall of her pussy until he found the roughness that gave away her sweet spot.
"Oh my god." She gasped. He'd never gone beyond the slit of her pussy. Have always forced himself to touch, to stroke the swollen entrance, but never like this. And the feel of him was beyond amazing.
"Quiet, baby." He murmured against her hair. "If anyone hears us, it will be all over."
Biting her lip, Kokoro buried her face against his chest, stifling the muted screams as he gently probed her sweet place, teasing, stroking, before the blunt tip of his finger pressed against the sensitive spot.
"Oh god...what...what is this?" She flinched, almost trashed within his arms as her body twisted beneath him and started to shake violently, liquid heat drenched his hand as she tightened around his finger again and again.
Kokoro leaned against the shelf as she slowly recovered, looking at him with eyes heavy with satisfaction.
"Your turn." She whispered huskily, looking at the hard bulge in his pants. "Let me take care of you now."
Mitsuru shook his head,"No baby. No touching." But he unzipped his jeans and released his cock from confinement, clenching his jaw as he watched her eyes widen with surprise. He would kill just to feel her soft hands, but that was a risk he wasn't sure he could take, not with the way he was feeling right now.
"Spread your legs...let me see your pussy."
Using the slick arousal from her body, he fisted his cock and began to stroke it. "I'm doing a very bad thing. Really bad. But I'm leaving you a virgin, sweetheart. Can't pop your cherry. Can't do it. Not yet." Mitsuru said in a broken, harsh voice.
"Yes, you can." Kokoro whispered, tilting her hips in invitation as she spread herself open wider, the delicate pink slit at her center fully exposed. "It's yours."
He made a strangled sound as he shook his head. "Spread your knees wider." Mitsuru ordered in a hoarse voice, wanting to check if her hymen was still intact, that he hadn't inadvertently broken it when he pushed a finger inside her, fucking it in and out. A grave mistake he soon realized as his hips bucked against his hand, driven by sheer need as he saw her opening—so small, so tight, his fist stroked his cock harder, pretending it's her pussy around it instead of his hand.
She's so pink and perfect, glistening with slick arousal. He longed to taste her, but he held himself back. This was all he'll let himself get tonight. This will have to tide him over.
Mitsuru let out a choked groan when Kokoro began to rub her clit, her blue eyes hazy with lust as she looked at him with hunger that mirrored his own.
She ached to have him inside, filling her, stretching her to fit him. The dirty thoughts made her pussy clench, and shivers ran down her spine when Mitsuru groaned.
"Fuck, Kokoro. I can see your little cunt pulsing."
"C-can you put it in me?" Kokoro asked softly, making him curse. "Just for a bit. I want to know what it feels like."
Mitsuru shook his head, even as he fought off his own need.
"Please. Just a little."
He muttered a curse beneath his breath unable to resist her when she begged him again. "Shit. Okay, but just a second." He'd die this instant if he didn't get a little taste of her softness. Just a tiny taste.
Mitsuru leaned forward a little, and both of them watched as the tip of his cock lightly touched her opening. At the first contact, her pussy clenched again and he groaned at the feeling.
"Oh fuck, do that again baby." He hissed, jaw clenched tight.
He pulled back a little and let her watch as he rubbed against her slick pussy, teasing the opening, coaxing more of her slick honey to rub against her clit.
"Mitsuru..." She whispered as his fingers spread the slick wetness on the tip of his cock, dragging it down his shaft, jerking it a few times.
Her eyes pleaded with him, begging for more, but he knew he can't take more than this. Mitsuru leaned forward again, nudging her tight opening with the head of his cock, not pushing in, just holding it there.
Kokoro whimpered, arching her hips, inviting him deeper. His warmth, the hardness of his flesh resting just at the entrance, so close and yet so far made her pussy clench again, kissing the tip of his cock with her virgin opening.
Mitsuru jerked back and rubbed his dick, faster and harder this time, his face a picture of agonized pain. "Fuck, I want to cum inside you so bad...but I can't...I can't, Kokoro."
"Please Mitsuru...please...you don't have to go all the way...just the tip..."
He let out a grunt, unable to deny her plea, leaning back against her, touching her slit with the head of his dick, and paused. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, the urge to sink deeper was tearing him apart, but he didn't dare push in.
Unable to resist, Kokoro arched her hips again, making him hiss as he sank a little, his cock hitting her virgin barrier.
"This...this is as far I'll go." Mitsuru muttered, "I'm going to cum in you without breaking through...just squeeze me...just like before..."
His cock pulsed a little, and she felt his heartbeat throbbing between her legs. She clenched her muscles, squeezing the tip of his hard flesh.
"That's it, baby. Do it again...oh god." He pressed a little more against her hymen but pulled back before he could breach it.
He reached down to touch her, making her flinch as he stroked her clit. "Come for me, sweet baby, give it to me." He rubbed her even faster until she arched off and muffled her scream behind her hand.
Mitsuru groaned as he felt her pussy quiver, watched the way her soft flesh pulsed around the tip of his cock and jerked himself. A savage growl accompanied the big creamy spurts he unleashed into her hot, waiting cunt.
He kissed her as their foreheads touched, savoring the lingering aftermath of their mutual pleasure.
"Six more days." He whispered as he straightened her clothes.
"We don't have to wait, you know." Kokoro said, looking at his lips. "No one will know."
He smacked her ass playfully. "No more, sweetheart. This will have to hold."
Kokoro looked as if she wanted to protest but changed her mind. "I'll have to go to the ladies' room. Meet me at the front?"
"Okay."
Mitsuru pulled out his phone as he waited at the front doors of the library. The hotel has sent him an email, asking for confirmation. He had reserved a suite for three days, two nights. A little getaway. Just him and Kokoro.
He'd almost broken his promise moments ago, she just felt so good, and the plea in her eyes begging him to take her. God, the closer her 18 th birthday approached, the harder it became to hold back.
He glanced back inside the library, Kokoro had stopped at the ladies room to clean up and the sudden thought struck him. His cum was inside her.
They've never gone this far before, and he was too drunk on lust to think straight. Surely, no one gets pregnant this way, right? He didn't cum in the deepest part of her pussy, just at the opening.
His cock wanted to worry about that later. The thick bastard stirred to life as he imagined his cum escaping her skimpy, black thong and running down the insides of her thighs to collect in the cuffs of her socks.
Shit. For his own sake, he really ought to stop thinking such thoughts.