Tenya Iida and his class at UA were due to graduate at the end of the term. They'd been through a lot as aspiring pro heroes, and what better a way was there to leave UA than with a bang?
The evening was early still, but their party had taken on a life of its own. It wasn't simply members from his class that were present at their gathering on the grounds outside of their dormitories. The faculty and staff joined in. The other classes joined in. Soon, members of other schools were seeping into their midst, and before they knew it, their graduation party became a full-on impromptu festival. Out of nowhere, stands with food were popping up. There was a stage with live local bands, including a few of his classmates. Iida noted Bakugo looking oddly calm and confident when he wielded a guitar. There was a dance floor that doubled as a mosh pit. Food and drink were everywhere to be found, and a few people decided to show off their visually dramatic quirks in displays of pyrotechnics and light shows.
There was even a minor media appearance, though they had kept to just outside the perimeter of the grounds, covering this 'feel good' story from afar.
Looking out at the scene before him, Iida felt immense pride. Pride in his classmates. Pride in himself. They'd come so far, made enemies and friends along the way, endured trials near unheard of for such a young class. But they'd met every challenge and bested every enemy. They'd helped each other grow as people and as heroes. Looking out on them now, Iida could truly feel why UA High was considered the best hero training course in Japan.
Now that their duties as heroes were about to begin, Iida felt like he had missed something important. He was off to the side, watching as his friends and comrades thrashed about and laughed, cutting loose and damning propriety. Jiro had joined the stage, belting out a tune that drove the crowd to frenzy. Midoriya and Uraraka were trying to be sneaky, floating great big tubs of something over the crowd, then using Midoriya's ranged air attack to split the containers and dump the contents onto everyone below.
That didn't seem to slow them down. In fact, Iida noticed that many of the partygoers had decided to incorporate the, what he now saw was ice cream toppings, into their celebration, smearing and throwing, and some even eating the contents.
Iida managed to shoot a look at the mischievous pair, who only grinned widely, Midoriya giving him a thumbs-up, and Uraraka trying to mask her laughter, pretending not to know why he was glaring at them. Iida relaxed, barely able to muster even a half-convincing stern glare. They were having fun. They weren't hurting anybody. They earned this.
He leaned back against the wall, out of the way, basking in the energy of his jubilant classmates and the friends that had come to celebrate with them.
Camie Utsushimi stood near the stage, using her quirk to create an illusion of the northern lights above the swarm of partying people. Though she graduated a year previous, she had made friends with a couple of the UA students during their provisional license prep class. Besides that, she hadn't been living under a rock. She knew what those students went through because it was all over the news. Sure, the narrative highlighted the pro heroes with the credit, but it didn't take much to see that that was the official line, and that the UA class had been through a ton.
So she came to see if they'd planned any kind of celebration, and, well, the blowout happening around her made her feel silly for ever doubting it. When her class graduated last year, there was nowhere near this kind of cutting loose.
Others with more flashy quirks came through and added a more explosive, harsh light show to the heavy metal blaring from the speakers, their lightning bolts and smoke, explosions and flames overtook her northern lights, and she grinned. Job done, she laughed and cheered. She climbed up on the stage and spread her arms, looking at the crowd in front of her. Encouraging gestures signaled they wouldn't let her fall, and she cheered, turning around and launching herself from the scaffold, caught in the hands of the crowd below.
She laughed and let the crowd take her wherever. Something suddenly fell all around her, and she was splashed by whatever that was, somehow both slippery and sticky. She yelped, getting whipped topping and chocolate sauce on her face and in her hair. Everyone around her had responded to the assault with a harder frenzy, the crowd growing even more restless. She felt a bit less unsafe, then, and signaled them that she wanted off this ride. Thankfully, they took her seriously and guided her to the edge of the dance floor, away from the fevered thrashing of the excited crowd.
Her smile faded a little. It was tough to stay happy when you knew you had to wash sweet, sticky toppings out of your hair. Even so, she figured she opened herself up for something like this at a high school graduation party. She looked around for someone she recognized. The hot-tempered explosion user was still performing on stage. The half-and-half kid wasn't immediately visible. Too bad he doesn't have flames at all times like his dad, she chuckled to herself, That'd be hard to miss.
She sighed and made her way to the back, where the crowd was thinner and things were a little quieter. No sign of a public wash room. Guess that wasn't too odd - this was a high school. She wandered about, lost, and increasingly having less fun.
"Excuse me, miss. Are you looking for something?" Camie heard a man's voice, and she looked for the source, eyes settling on him a few feet away. He looked concerned. "I can help you find who or what you're looking for, if you'd like."
Camie looked at him incredulously. This was a graduating student? He was so tall, well-built, and so damn straight-laced. He stood and waited for her reply, all patient and proper. His glasses even looked clean. Who has clean glasses during a party like this? Camie smiled awkwardly at him. "Sorry. I got some, um," she sniffed at a strand of her hair, "Whipped cream and chocolate in my hair. From the, um," she gestured up at the space over the crowd, then shrugged. "I think someone threw something. I don't know. I'm looking for a place to wash this out." She rambled a little bit, annoyance mounting at her predicament. She sighed. "My name's Camie. Camie Utsushimi."
"Tenya Iida," he responded, bowing slightly in greeting. "And, yeah. Sorry about that. Those were my friends who did that." He looked genuinely remorseful. She'd expected to hear mockery, but there was none. "Let me make it up to you. I'm sorry. There are no public baths on campus, but you're welcome to use mine."
He said that like it was no big deal! Camie cleared her throat. She couldn't tell if he was being genuine and naïve, or forward and a complete creep. She regarded him coolly, waited for him to catch up with her thought process.
After a few awkward, agonizing seconds, Iida blinked, blushed, then cleared his own throat. "If you prefer, I can find a female student who would be willing to help you?" His offering was weak, but she saw what she needed. He was no creep. He was naïve.
And the blush on his cheeks sort of endeared him to her. She let a smile slide across her lips before she spoke. "No, no. That's fine. It just sounded bad, is all. 'Hello, girl I just met, want to come to my place for a soapy good time?'"
Iida's blush deepened, and he lowered his gaze to the floor, thoroughly embarrassed by her innuendo. "I-I-I'm not sure why you thought I said that!" He started to panic a little bit. Camie's eyes lit up mischievously. She took a few steps to stand directly in front of him, waiting until he looked her in the eyes. "Would that really be so bad?" She toyed with him further, pouting from the idea that maybe he didn't want a soapy good time with her. Iida's spine straightened and he tried to back away, but she caught him by his shirt and leaned in to whisper to him, "Calm down, big guy. I just want a shower. If you let me use your wash room, I'll be quick so you don't miss much here." She leaned back from him, smiling broadly at the mess she made of him.
"Yes, of course. Over here," he said stiffly, clearly trying to hide the fact that she's totally flustered him. He turned on a heel and led the way, all but marching. Camie stifled a giggle as she followed, grinning like a madwoman. Boys were so much fun to mess with, especially if they were like this. The ones who tried to play it cool were always the opposite. No fun at all. She composed herself, just in case he peeked back to make sure she was following, then went after him, jogging to catch up, slowing to a walk a half-step behind him.
The walk to his dorm wasn't too far. Less than ten minutes from the party - near enough to still hear, but far enough away that if one went inside, the noise wasn't much of a disturbance. Camie looked up at the massive building. UA was a prestigious high school, so facilities like this were expected. While she waited for Iida to let her in, she took stock of the mess she was. It honestly wasn't bad. A few clumps of stickiness in her hair. A few splatter drops of something on her outfit. Nothing worth ditching the outfit. She'd simply rinse her tee shirt before she got into the shower.
Iida fumbled with the key to his dorm. He had been humiliated outside, and had a hard time cooling down from it. Her forwardness, the innuendo to her words, all of it seemed engineered to mess with him, and it worked. He could tell what she was doing, and still, he blushed at the thought of a woman using his shower. He grit his teeth as he slid the key into the lock and turned it. Damn it, get it together. It's not like she invited you to...
"Great!" Camie gave another big, bubbly smile. Iida had gone on autopilot and invited her into the apartment. She walked past him, her eyes full of mischief., dragging her fingertip across his chest as she passed "Wanna come with?" Her smile was coy, but her expression was predatory, like a cat watching a mouse.
Iida froze, tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth. Camie was close. He could smell the sickly sweetness of the mess on her. Somehow, that isn't what deterred him. He tried to back away from the woman who had advanced on him, her wicked grin widening at his skittish response. "M-, Miss Utsushimi," he tried to say calmly through the lump in his throat. "I, uh,..." He shifted backward, then felt his back hit the wall, shocks running up his spine in alarm response at being trapped. His expression started to turn panicked. His pulse shot through the roof, his palms and fingertips pressed against the wall behind him, as though pushing against it hard enough will let him phase through it.
Then, she backed off, her wickedness abating. Her smile seemed satisfied, and her eyes narrowed in a triumphant, smug expression. "Wow, Mr. Iida," she said, a laugh right under her words, "You are too precious." She winked at him, then turned to face the dorm's living area. She pointed to a room where there were a few visible tiles on the floor. "Over here, then?" She started toward the wash room, leaving Iida pinned to the wall, not waiting for his reply.
The door closed between them, and Iida waited for the water to turn on before he let out a big breath he didn't realize was trapped behind the lump in his throat. He caught his breath for a moment. It was abundantly clear to him, now, what he'd been missing throughout his high school career. His pants bunched around his groin, a hard bulge begging for attention beneath the fabric.
"Oh, wowww! You have a really nice wash room, Iida-kun!" Camie's voice jolted him from his thoughts. Steam floated from the cracked-open door. Iida caught glimpses of Camie as she walked between the sink and shower, presumably rinsing off the stain on her clothes. He squeezed his eyes shut to force himself not to look, reprimanding himself mentally for wanting to get a peek. Too late though, as he saw her pass walk past the door, and he could tell she was topless. While it wasn't a good look at anything inappropriate, his imagination filled in the gaps, and while he grit his teeth, he felt his cock jump in his pants, pressing tighter against the cloth. He started to sweat, unsure of what action to take. Panicked, he looked around to see if there was a way for him to go to his bedroom without passing the door.
There wasn't.
Iida grit his teeth. He had to get there. The wash room was occupied, and he would absolutely not be jerking off in the main living space or his kitchenette. With a deep breath, and the suicide-like courage he'd learned to muster as a hero in training, Iida moved quickly, hurrying to shut the door on his way past. "Excuse me, Miss Utsushimi," he said, his voice highly strung. He retreated into his room, red-faced and tense.
Camie arched an eyebrow when she heard the door click shut. Huh. He really is a straight-laced guy, she said, nearly impressed, but also disappointed. SHe left that door open on purpose, hoping to catch him peeking, or at least flustering him. Bummer, she landed on that feeling. Oh, well. At least I get a shower out of the deal, she reasoned, stepping into the tiled shower area, drawing the curtain shut behind her.
Iida sat in his room, elbows on his knees, head bowed, his breath elevated. He'd made it into his room, but he still didn't feel right touching himself with a woman that needed his help showering in the wash room. He bounced his heels nervously, listening to the water running, hearing the telltale sounds of soap bottles opening and shutting. Unbidden, images of Camie lathering up flooded his mind. He choked, his legs tensed as he recoiled from his own depraved mind. The heat between his legs was getting difficult to ignore. He reached down to adjust himself and grunted at the contact. He'd never felt so sensitive in his life. He left the job of readjusting half-finished, his hands flying off of his crotch as if it were on fire.
He didn't notice that Camie had finished washing up. She stood in the hallway, hair all a wet tangle, her clothes on, but tee shirt clinging to her form from the haphazard rinse job. She looked around, trying to find him. Not wanting for her to wander into his bedroom, Iida shot up and met her in the hallway. "S-, sorry! I'm here. Just, um, uh... well..." He trailed off, unable to think of an excuse to be in his own room in his own dorm.
Camie raked her fingers through her hair, trying to detangle some of her locks. "Right. Thanks. I wasn't going to use your comb for this mop. It'd.. break in... half..." She labored through the sentence, taken off guard by the imposing figure in the doorway. She already knew Iida was tall and well-muscled. Seeing him in the door way was somehow different. It cast him in a different light. That light put a prominent shadow on an unmistakable bulge in his pants that she hadn't been able to politely ignore.
Holy shit!
Camie stared openly at Iida. He was clearly in distress. She'd meant to have a little fun with the guy, not send him into an existential crisis. He looked breathless, high-strung, and tense. His hair was even a mess, as though he'd been running his fingers through it, like some people do when they're trying to think a problem through.
And she definitely saw the problem. He was hard as steel, and packing.
She managed to get a long moment of staring at him before he realized what was going on. He tried to shrink back, attempting to cover himself. He couldn't even make intelligent words come out. There was nothing he could say. He looked terrified, as if she was going to bite him and suck his blood all out.
She caught herself after he turned away from her, her eyes wide, looking up toward his face. She felt bad about putting him in such a state after he'd helped her out. It was a gracious thing he did, and she acted like a stupid airhead. Her expression softened, and she stood up straight. She sighed gently. "Iida-kun," she said in as non-threatening a tone as she could manage. "It's okay." She attempted to reassure him. While it wasn't an apology, she did want him to be at ease. "I'm not offended," she offered.
Iida paused, then slowly started to relax, moving from panicked to alarmed, then wary. Camie gave him a reassuring smile, then reached out to touch his arm. "I mean it," she said. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you feel so scared. It's just," she lowered her eyes to look at his lips, then his chest, "You're adorable. I thought we could have a back-and-forth thing. I didn't think you were so..." She trailed off, her rambling soon to take a turn she didn't want it to.
Iida managed to not flinch at Camie's touch, and did find the gesture reassuring when paired with her voice. Her words, on the other hand, confused him. Adorable? He tilted his head in confusion. He lowered his arm and stood up straight, a lot less freaked out than he had been before. He sighed. "I've been focused on my studies to become a hero. It's all right, Miss Utsushimi."
"Camie," she corrected.
Iida paused. "Camie. I'm sorry. I won't be much company to you now. I've got some... thing I have to take care of." He cleared his throat. He was bad at innuendo, but he wasn't entirely clueless. He knew she knew what he meant.
Camie glanced down involuntarily at Iida's crotch, but quickly recovered. The hand on his arm started to curl around his biceps, squeezing gently in reassurance. She arched an eyebrow at him. "Oh? Maybe I can help?" She played dumb. "I may not look like it, but I can take a lot." She looked at him directly then, her fingers sliding from his biceps down to his wrist.
Iida's face heated again. This was different. She wasn't messing with him this time. She was propositioning him. His eyes widened at the realization, but before he could back away from her, she had moved in closer to him. He backed away, slowly, allowing for her to pursue him. He was entirely unsure how to respond. He was afraid he'd misread her. He was worried she was messing with him again. After a few steps back, he felt her body brush against his, and adrenaline shot through his system, pins and needles coming over him in waves. "Camie..!" He forced her name through his teeth, his voice a quavering wreck. The back of his knees hit the edge of his mattress and he stopped before he could fall over, his hands hovering in mid-air, wanting to touch Camie, but hesitating because of his doubt.
Camie giggled at Iida's reactions. She liked the way he reacted to her. She enjoyed the feeling of his body, though it was brief, passing contact. She wouldn't push him over or bully him. Not yet. The last thing she needed was to scar this guy for life. She needed him to know she was into it. She waited for him to look her in the eye, then she took on a determined look, snatching one of his hovering hands from mid-air, then planting it firmly on her breast, holding it there until she was sure he would leave it in place.
Iida yelped and tried to snatch his hand away. "W-wait!" He was talking more to himself than to her. He felt the warmth of her breast in his palm and the firmness with which she held his hand there. He looked at her face, her eyes stern with that determination. She wanted him to touch her, the realization started to dawn on him. He felt her hand slip away, and with a shaky breath, he gave an experimental squeeze.
Camie smiled encouragingly at Iida. "There you go," she soothed. She watched his face and the evolution of his expression. He was unsure of himself. He was scared. Genuinely afraid, not simply nervous. She reached up again and touched his arm, her fingertips brushing up from his wrist to his elbow. His eyes were transfixed on the hand that held her tit, as though if he looked away he'd find her willingness gone. She chuckled to herself. This guy was definitely a virgin. She'd have to tread carefully, or she'd scare him away.
After a long moment, she edged closer to him, brushed the length of her body against his, though without much pressure. Iida snapped back to reality, his hand jumping off of her chest, an apology at the ready. His eyes widened and he leaned a bit back, but she followed him. Before he could say a single word, Camie had touched her lips to his. It was gentle, soft, patient. He stiffened, frozen in place, locked briefly as his brain hurried to catch up with his body. He saw Camie's eyes were halfway closed, and he started to relax. In relaxing, he felt his frame press a little closer to Camie's, her curves more pronounced when he wasn't panicking away from her. His eyes began to slide shut, and he followed along with her lead, molding his mouth to hers. He kept his hands mostly to himself, touching only her arm on one side, her shoulder on the other.
Camie hummed. His clumsiness in their kiss was endearing. He seemed to understand he was outmatched here, and instead of running away from her, he'd begun to accept her affection. His respect for her, even now, was heartbreaking. She had been flirting and messing with him heavily, and now she was practically throwing herself at him, even guided him to touch her. Still, he didn't push his luck. She didn't know if she should feel frustrated or elated. He's even straight-laced here, she marveled. She pressed further into their kiss, lips still sealed, but added heat to it.
Iida inhaled sharply through his nostrils, her boldness stirring something inside of him. He matched her move for move. Her lips relaxed and parted just slightly. He followed suit. He felt her hands move to his wrists, guiding his hands down to her waist. The feeling of her curves elicited an appreciative hum from Iida, a sound he didn't even realize he could make from deep in his throat. He had barely noticed when she touched the tip of her tongue to his lips. He experimentally ran his palms up and down her sides, the flare of her hips and bust making him sweat.
Hands slid over his broad chest, over his shoulders, and arms draped around his neck as Camie pulled her body against his much more firmly. His muscles were rigid against her softer form. She allowed herself a small, muffled groan, plunging her tongue into his mouth, forgetting his inexperience and showing him how badly she wanted him.
Iida, off-balance both mentally and physically, felt the world tilt as he crashed to his mattress, Camie eagerly following over top of him. The feeling of her body crushed to his, of her tongue sliding inside of his mouth turned everything to static. Her ass was in his hands, and he realized his instincts had taken over and he'd grabbed and rubbed her there. He hesitated for a moment, but the way Camie moved against him, nuzzling her body against his, pressing against his grip to make him pull her in, activated him in a way he hadn't experienced before.
Camie broke the kiss, panting softly, pushing herself up just enough to look down at him. He was a mess, his lips bruised and cheeks aflame. The little internal conflict he'd been experiencing has given way to his very clear desires, she noted, his cock throbbing between them against the inside of her thigh. She flexed her hips and rubbed herself against him, feeling his hard length respond eagerly. Iida's expression lit up, then darkened, his eyes hazy from lust, his jaw slackened as he responded to her in kind, grinding up against her. He grunted in surprise, his entire body bucking from the sensation that simple motion caused. "U-, Utsushimi-chan," he breathed, his voice taking on a rough, low tone.
Camie chuckles lightly. "Chan, is it, now?" She arched an eyebrow at him, a wicked grin sliding across her lips. "You know," she sighed, her voice taking on a breathless quality, "I think I like that." She ground harder against him as she emphasized her enjoyment, earning her another, nearly-feral groan from Iida. She felt his fingers dig into her hips, and she gave her own moan, her voice measured and soft. "Iida-kun," she said, her eyes softening, her lips set in a pout, "Do you like this?" She rocked against him again, and he hissed.
Iida growled, her movements sweet torture to him. His mind whirled. His nerves screamed at him for more. His cock was painfully hard, and he wanted nothing more than relief. "I-I do," he admitted, his face flushed a deep red once again. "But it kind of hurts," he admitted, feeling his clothes chafe him.
Camie's eyes glittered, a smirk on her lips. "That's an easy fix, you know," she spoke as she shifted. She began to put a little space between them, and he laid perfectly still, watching her carefully. She looked down to see the massive bulge in his pants. God damn, no wonder this hurts him, she noted. She was surprised his circulation wasn't cut off entirely. She sat back on his knees, traced her fingers down his chest and abdomen, felt him flex involuntarily against her touch. When she reached the waist of his trousers, she looked up at his face. She would stop, of course, if he wanted. But he caught on quick, and nodded for her to continue.
That was all she needed. She worked carefully, but quickly, undoing the clasp and zip on his trousers, then opening the front. His cock, still covered by his underclothes, pressed out and up from the opening. Camie felt herself start to drool, but stopped herself before it became a problem.
Iida's hands were balled into fists at his sides. He stopped watching Camie and his eyes squeezed shut. He was trying a little too hard not to look at her or what she was doing to him. An evil smirk graced her features, and Camie touched her fingertips to his shaft through his underclothes. Iida gasped, and his cock leapt and danced at her touch. Oh, she thought smugly, feeling the hot flesh against her fingers. It can't be helped, she admitted. He apparently was brand-new to all of this. She'd be merciful for him, this once. She murmured to him, "Iida-kun. Do you want to cum right now?"
Iida sucked in a breath, biting his lips to keep from crying out at her touch and her words. He had been trying not to cum. Now, she was asking him if he wanted to? Ridiculous, he spat mentally. Of course I want to cum right now! He cracked one eye opened and did a miniature crunch to look up at her. She wasn't teasing him. She was asking for permission to make him cum. He let out a shuddering breath and nodded, letting his head fall back to the mattress. He surrendered himself to whatever she had planned.
Camie's expression went from wicked to genuine. He'd responded. Maybe he wasn't totally hopeless. She was well aware it wouldn't take long. Carefully, she found the slit in his underclothes to draw out his cock. She coaxed him out, taking care to only handle him by the shaft, so she didn't make him cum even more quickly. She did want to play with him a tiny bit just before he erupted.
Iida's brain was mush by now. He couldn't think. He didn't want to. The cool air of the room hit his cock, and he noticed a distinct lack of contact. He looked up at her again, and found her openly staring at him.
Camie swallowed at the sight of Iida's member. It was a decent size, indeed. The tip of him, an angry purple color, peeked through his foreskin, coated in a glistening, generous helping of precum. She allowed herself to take in the sight of him, then caught his eye, making eye contact with him, and mouthed the word, 'Wow!' Iida's eyes slid shut again, and he turned his face away, unsure if he should feel self-conscious and embarrassed, or prideful and cocky. He settled on a strange mix of the two.
A hand wrapped around his shaft, and he bucked under her again, jostling her in his lap. She gave a smug chuckle. "It's all right," she encouraged him. "Relax." She started pumping her hand up and down, testing him, feeling him. The veins and ridges in his shaft sent Camie's pulse through the roof. She imagined feeling him inside of her. She imagined riding that cock and the stretching sensation she'd feel from him thrusting from beneath her. With those thoughts, her hand moved more quickly, her hand twisting at the tip with every stroke up. She looked at him to watch him writhe and struggle under her. The sight of Iida about to come undone turned Camie on so damn much, she felt her lips tingle and felt her pulse in her fingertips.
Iida was completely at the mercy of his reactions. He was hypersensitive by the time Camie got around to directly touching him, and he gripped the sheets, threw his head back and forth. His limbs took on a will of their own, squirming and writhing to try and get the best feeling possible from Camie's ministrations. He thrusted into her hand. He nearly choked on his tongue when he felt her twist her palm at the tip of his cock, sending a torrent of adrenaline through his veins. He was helpless. His moans and cries reflected that, the sound of his own voice unrecognizable to him. He heard Camie speak, "Cum for me, Iida-kun. It's okay. Cum for me." At that, he convulsed violently under her, wracked by his orgasm, thick strings of white spraying from his tip out onto his belly. Nothing for Iida existed except the pure, unadulterated pleasure this woman gave him. Sounds were muffled. Stars burst in his line of sight. He twisted and thrashed, a foreign sensation overwhelming him from the tips of his toes to the top of his head.
Then, he began to come down. His whole body slumped back onto the bed, his breathing ragged, a profound sense of euphoria flooding him, though only for a moment before it began to give way to relaxation.
Camie rubbed her fingers together, some of his seed having splashed her hand while she jerked him to completion. She looked down at the mess she'd made of him, then smirked anew. Instead of breaking into his calm, Camie decided she would stand, smoothly as she could, and go wash her hands.
Iida lie, dazed beyond belief in his post-orgasm calm. He knew Camie stood, and he was vaguely aware of the sounds of water running. As he started to regain his senses, he looked down and saw the utter mess he'd made. I've never cum so hard in my life, he realized. He sat up, pulled the shirt he'd worn up and off, gathered in in such a way that it wouldn't drip all over, and set it aside. Most, but not all of his seed had gone to his shirt, but a few stray drops made it onto his trousers and underclothes. Not much to do about that now, he mused.
A strange sound came from his wash room, and he realized the water was no longer running. Confused and a little concerned, he peeked his head in the door. What he saw there made his jaw hit the floor.
Camie leaned her back against the wall, leaned slightly forward, her hand furiously circling her cunt. She'd shoved her pants and panties down to her ankles so she could spread her knees. Her expression was strained, her brows gathered together, her mouth open as she panted, a small, barely-audible whimper issued from her throat every few breaths. She heard the door creek and looked up at him, but didn't even slow down her movements. She puffed a few breaths, making unblinking eye contact as she weighed what she should say now. "Iida-kun," she mewled at him, "Help me."
Unsure what she wanted him to do, Iida hurried to her side. She saw then that his shirt had disappeared, and seeing his chest and abdomen bared before her made her roll her eyes back in her head and moan lewdly. She knew the response wouldn't normally be called for, but she was close to orgasm already, having teased herself by teasing Iida, then watching him cum. "I'm here. Now what?" He really didn't know what to do.
Camie leered at him, trying to make up her mind. She sighed sensually. "Come stand close to me," she said, removing her hand from her cunt and taking his hand with it, pulling him to stand in front of her.
Iida grit his teeth, his lust starting to build again, though much more slowly this time. "Okay," was all he could manage, his voice breathless.
Camie turned his hand over so his palm faced her body. She guided his hand to where hers had been. She made him cup her cunt in his palm, his fingertips pressed to her lips. She rocked her hips against the pressure, keening in his hold.
Iida rested his forearm against the wall behind Camie's head. He felt the way she moved against his palm and tried to emulate the movement, his wrist and fingers working. Her slickness covered his digits. His breath hitched at the realization that he'd indirectly done this to her. He turned his head, whispering to her, "Like this?"
Camie shuddered. His breath tickled herear and neck. His touch was surprisingly good, and adapting quickly to be even better. She nodded quickly. "Mmm, hmmm." She tilted her hips, trying to get his fingertips to dip into her. He compensated, though, learning the wrong thing by matching with her instead of going against her in that movement. She covered his hand with hers, trailed her fingertips up to his , and curled them sharply.
Iida felt his fingers sink into Camie, the tips moving past her folds into her cunt. He grunted and bowed his head against his forearm. He pressed his body against Camie's, getting purchase from his adjustment. She continued to grind her hips lewdly against his palm, his digits sinking into her. He gasped as he felt her heat, squeezing and milking his fingers. The bud at the apex of her folds was hard and pulsed against his palm. Her hip movements started to become jerky, erratic, and he felt her start to quake. She whined helplessly. "II'm gonna cum...!" She panted as she ground against him, the final seconds before her orgasm hit.
Iida, feeling bold now, spoke gently in her ear, "Then, do it."
Camie threw her head back, howling in ecstacy, her thighs flexing and tensing, her body shuddering, her back spasming as her orgasm tore through her body. She couldn't stop herself from thrashing, couldn't help the fever-pitched cries tearing from her throat. Just knowing Iida had pressed himself against her, that his fingers were the ones inside of her, was enough to send her flying over the edge.
Iida grit his teeth, his breath erratic as he tried to keep up with all the movements and sounds she made. Her orgasm lasted several seconds longer than his own, and came down much more slowly than his. Nearly a minute later, her walls were still fluttering against his digits, though her grinding had stopped, and her howling had turned into pitiful whimpers. When finally she came all the way down, he felt her sag, using the wall to hold herself up.
She chuckled. "Guess you caught me," she said playfully. She sighed when she felt his hand withdraw from her. She was somehow satisfied, but also deeply interested in more from this guy.
Iida grinned in response, an uncharacteristically smug look to be sure. "Yes. Well. It's a good thing I did. You needed help," he teased her.
Camie blinked in surprise and looked up at him again, then started giggling. "You know what? I like you," she announced. She stood up and dusted herself off while pulling up her pants. "We should definitely do this again."
Iida blushed furiously, the color reaching down to his belly button, much to her amusement. They managed to wash up and tidy themselves before attempting to return to the massive party, where all of this happened because his friends decided to play a prank.