Chapter 15. It is currently the day I posted Chapter 14, and, hopefully, I won't have to wait too long to post this chapter.
Anyways, yeah, so here's chapter 15. Again, thank you all for the lovely reviews. It makes my day every time I see them.
Just recently, at about Chapter 12, I noticed I had over 3000 hits. I never got to mention it before, but I did now, and I want to say that I am absolutely amazed. I never thought a story of mine would receive so much attention!
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Anyways, onto the chapter. Oh, and yes, doesn't my Chapter title sound erotic? Lmfao. Starts singing the insanely awesome song in a really bad rendition…is a girl with a girly voice, not a manly deep voice
Chapter 15
I'm Too Sexy …
Mimi sat slumped on the stool, hunched over her delightful breakfast composed of delectable Lucky Charms drowning in milk, and a large glass of apple juice, which she wished could be an even larger class of pure Vodka, or Rum, or even Beer. Strong beer, though, very strong beer.
She was not looking forward to today, or, well, tonight to be exact. Mainly because she would be spending the night at the apartment, alone, watching Christmas movies, eating the typical Christmas cake, along with butter-drenched popcorn, and crying. Of course, it would probably only add flavour to her popcorn.
She laughed darkly and sarcastically at the thought, before scowling down at her bowl of cereal, her gaze so piercing that it would appear as though she was willing it to burst into flames. However, it was not necessarily the poor, unsuspecting cereal she wanted dead. No, she wanted a certain blond-haired, blue-eyed boy named Yamato to die a long, excruciatingly painful death … at her hands.
She wanted to laugh maniacally at the image of his crumpled, bloodied, deceased body lying at her feet, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. Instead, when the image of his dead body filled her mind, she found herself choking back tears, forcing the image out of her head.
Munching on the delicious marshmallows, which she always saved last, she contemplated her events for the evening. First, she would go rent a bunch of old Christmas DVDs, such as the amazing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, and the first ever, Santa Clause is Coming to Town movie. Then, at the same time, she would pick up a couple of large containers of popcorn, the ones that came with extra butter, as well as a few random munchies, like chocolate and gummy candies. After succeeding in that particular mission, she would head off to the nearest lingerie store in order to get and pay for the outfit she ordered last week, and, finally, she would go buy sushi. Delectable sushi. Rainbow in particular, and any kind with cream cheese; she loved the one with cheese.
The telltale signs of Matt's arrival were his footsteps, which she felt thundered through her mind, creating some form of a headache at the back of her skull. Leaning, almost protectively, over her bowl of Lucky Charms, she fought the urge to hiss at him when he entered the room.
Instead, she turned her lips into a brilliant smile rivaling that of any woman on earth. She was willing to be any money that Aiko's smile was nowhere near as beautiful as hers. She saw Matt pause in his steps, glancing in her direction to give her a grin in return, watching at his gaze traveled up and down the length of her body, pausing at the gape in her shirt that exposed the voluptuous curves of her well-endowed chest. His grin widened before he turned his back to her, rummaging through the fridge. Good, her plan was going along great.
Yes, Mimi Tachikawa had a plan. A great plan, too. She was going to show Matt that no other woman could replace her, mainly her body. If all he wanted was sex, and he was going to Anorexic Aiko instead of her, then she was going to show him just what a real woman looked like. She would show him what a real woman could do.
She couldn't wait.
Standing, she moved like a predator on the prowl, like a lioness, every muscle in her body liquid and shifting, every step light and sensual, her legs stretched out tightly, her body remaining lean and straight, but relaxed at the same time. She stepped slowly forward him, her emptied bowl in hand, and gently brushed past him, placing her bowl in the sink, shifting her hips slightly to the side, in a hypnotic fashion.
She felt more than saw his gaze on her, watching her buttocks shift with each movement, watching her hips sway with each step she took, watching and waiting.
She had worn the small tank top, and short-shorts for a reason. One was because the tank top was white, therefore see-through, and therefore, her black bra underneath it was quite visible. The short were tiny and black, almost like boyshorts, shaping the curve of her buttocks perfectly, making it appear taught, well toned, and just perfectly rounded.
She knew that the heat was increasing in his body, knew that his blood was pooling in his groin, his muscles, and other body parts, tightening and hardening at the sight of her in her revealing clothes.
Rinsing out the bowl and spoon, she opened the dishwasher slowly, her hand movements almost similar to that of a Geisha pouring tea, or simply moving something aside or closer to them. Her hand was light, flowing, softly cradling the door of the dishwasher as she bent forward, sticking her buttocks out in the air, giving him a lovely view of the shorts riding up.
Leaning forward, she placed her bowl and spoon in the dishwasher, and stood as she closed the door. When she stood, it almost an imitation of Aphrodite rising out of the scallop shell, surrounded by frothy waves. Her hair fell back, tumbling down along her spine, just touching the upper curve of her buttocks. Her legs tightened, muscles showing slightly with the effort to stand upright.
Sighing softly, she turned around and smiled at the blushing Yamato, who quickly averted his gaze to the fridge, which he had accidentally left open when distracted by the show of her curved, lean body.
Walking past him, she smiled sweetly before heading into her bedroom, the door shutting softly with a click.
Matt fell back against the counter, his body aching from the effort not to toss her onto the counter and take her, hot, hard and passionately, right there and then. He let out a low, guttural, primal groan, before sliding down to sit on the floor.
"Oh Kami, are you punishing me? Will I be able to live through this?"
She slid the black, leather skirt on over her legs, smiling as they felt like a second skin against her bare flesh. Although she tended to save them for particular, special occasions, she felt that today, Christmas Eve, would be the perfect occasion to wear the form-fitting, mid-thigh length skirt that required she wear the smallest possible g-string underneath.
She pulled a semi-sheer, white blouse on over her black bra, knowing fully well that it showed her bra, and some of her skin tone as well, through the material.
Taking a brush, she let it trail through her thick, brown waves, before taking an iron to hair, perfectly straightening to its full length, which was about mid-buttocks. She watched in the mirror as it gleaned in the light, gathering the shine women around the world would have killed to possess.
She knew that it was against Japanese tradition to wear shoes in the house, but her outfit just wouldn't be proper without her vinyl, fire engine red, and 4" stilettos. So, as she slipped them on after applying a layer of bright red lipstick, lining her eyes with black, shadowing them with pale silver and red hues, she sent a prayer of apology to Kami for wearing the shoes indoors.
Standing tall and proud, she grinned at her image in the mirror, smirking at the sensual, seductive figure that glanced back at her. Her grin glued to her face, she stepped out of the bedroom, handbag draping over her arm, and made her way towards the door, needing to go out and pick up her necessary materials for the night. Of course, she was going to ask Matt to come along, and maybe pick up a box of condoms, just for spite. Make him believe that she had a male friend coming over. That would certainly make him jealous.
"Matt? Where are you?" She kept her voice in its normal, melodic tone, bright, happy, but containing a tone of seduction and arousal.
"Kitchen. Why?"
She smiled, making her way towards the aforementioned room. "I was just wondering if you wanted to help me pick up munchies for tonight. I would be taking the car, but I don't know if you need to pick anything up, either. I also need to pass by the mall for a few minutes; I have to pick up something I ordered last week."
She could almost see him shrug in response. "It's all right. Give me a second to finish loading the dishwasher, all right?"
"Okay. I'll wait in the living room, then."
Making her way to the living room, she slowly sat down on the couch, crossing her legs in a way that showed them off, causing the light to glint on the vinyl shoes, flashing brightly in the light.
Shifting slightly, she turned on the TV, not caring exactly what was on, pretending to be enthralled by the current program running.
Matt stepped out from the kitchen, and stopped in his tracks, heart racing, breath shortening, his body tightening with a sudden onslaught of violent need. He fought back a primal groan that rose to his throat, hands twitching involuntarily at his side.
Her legs were long, lean, and possessed the smoothest, palest skin he had ever seen. The moon-like colour of her flesh teased him, begging for his hands to stroke her legs, to run his fingertips up and down their length, urging him to find the center of her body.
Just covering a small patch of flesh at the juncture of her thighs, the red leather skirt was glued to her body like a second skin, and when she stood up, he caught sight of her curved buttocks perfectly outlined by the skirt, catching a glimpse of a string of a black g-string, causing his fantasies to grow wild and primal, primitive and aggressively passionate.
Her breasts nearly spilled out of her bra, just barely hidden by the sheer, white blouse she wore, catching glimpses of her flesh through the material when the sun hit it just the right way.
Swallowing thickly, he fought all his instincts to grab and take her, right there, on the leather couch, and instead shrugged, gesturing towards the door, hoping that his arousal was not too obvious.
She smiled, tugging on a small, leather coat over her shoulders, zipping it up just enough to flash a touch of cleavage, stepping forward in her killer stilettos. He became curious as to how she would not fall on ice and break her neck, but ignored the thought, pushing it to the back of his mind as the added height increased the length of her legs twofold.
Shrugging on his leather jacket, feeling almost inadequate as a human being in general beside her, he made his way to the door, opened it for her, and followed her out, praying that he would survive this punishment.
Mimi browsed through the aisles of the video store, searching any and all Christmas videos she could find, discovering that she was fairly successful in her mission. Grasping hold of all of them, she went over and picked up two large containers of microwaveable (A/N I know it really isn't a word, at least, that's what Word told me.) popcorn, before heading into line.
Matt trailed behind her, watching her every movement with alert, focused eyes, following the hypnotic motion of her swaying hips, watching every single placement of her feet, continuously finding the urge to run his hands through her long, soft, straightened hair and grasp hold of it to force her lips against his.
No, he went through his punishment like a good citizen, silently following her footsteps, occasionally mentioning where she might want to go to find a movie, adding that he might help pay for a certain amount, so long as they could watch them again the next day.
She simply smiled in response to each of his statements, smiling sweetly in his direction, before turning her attention back to the shelves, her hips gaining more of a sway, causing his throbbing member to ache with need.
He wanted to smack it, to tell it to calm the fuck down, but he knew that it wasn't just that certain appendage that felt the full onslaught of her sexual aura. His entire body thrummed with need, causing his movements to be slowed, stiff, and almost achingly painful. I wanted her … badly.
He waited dutifully outside of the lingerie store, Erotica, while she went in and gathered her purchase made the week before. He couldn't help but wonder just what it was, and whom it had originally been for.
While he was contemplating the image of her lying back on his bed, clad in nothing but a small piece of V-shaped red lace, and matching half-moons for her breasts, he nearly caught himself drooling in his daydream, which was abruptly ruining by his fantasy woman, who stood smiling excitedly at him.
He had her come into a men's store, and she sat down, waiting for him to come out and model random purchase ideas, showing off black jeans, blue jeans, regular black slacks, red and white dress shirts, and a new leather jacket. He found it simply fascinating how she watched his every movement, knowing fully well that she wanted to moan aloud when he flexed his muscles under his shirts, or when he came out with the top button undone on his jeans.
He had finally caught onto her game, and had decided to, just slightly, turn it against her. So she wanted to seduce him, did she? Well, two could play at that game.
At one point in particular, he came out wearing nothing but a pair of blue jeans, cut lower than normal, showing off the line of his pelvis, exposing a small trail of blond hair that disappeared into his jeans, leaving one to use their imagination as to where those hair leaded them.
She fought the urge to whimper in response, watching the rippling muscles outlined perfectly against the flesh of his chest, the eight pack that stood out, the pectorals that were strong and well defined, but not defined so much that they looked like a pair of overly muscular breasts. Instead, he was perfectly proportioned and extremely well defined, so well defined that she felt saliva pool in her mouth, and moist heat pool in her womb, trickling lower to the juncture between her thighs.
Shifting uncomfortably, she purposely uncrossed her thighs, leaving them just a little bit open for a second as she stretched her legs out in front of her.
Her panties were more certainly black, and sheer, and he almost wished that she were wearing none at all. However, when she shifted slightly, he caught sight of a small, little mark on the inside of her left thigh, but, her legs were crossed again too soon, and he found himself fighting the urge to frown at the loss. He could not help but wonder as to what it was.
The rest of the day continued in this particular way, both of them trying to seduce the other into falling to their knees and proclaiming complete and utter devotion to their bodies that rivaled those of the Gods. She would shift 'unconsciously', slightly exposing a part of herself, say the curve of her breasts through the open throat of her blouse, or he would just shift slightly, flexing the muscles in his arms, or even his legs, and watch with glee as her eyes follow the lines and curves of the taught muscles.
By the time they finally managed to return to the apartment, the sexual tension was high, taught, and had increased tenfold, and both were tired of flushing at random times, as well as hyped up on arousal induced adrenaline and the need to take the other person, right there, in the middle of the mall, or grocery store, or even video store.
The phone rang, shrill and angry, breaking the silence that passed between them, snapping through the sexual tension like a sharp knife, cutting away at the tension, bringing them back to reality.
"I'll get it." He stepped forward and answered, suddenly any smile faded from his face, and the tension returned, however, it was not one caused by sexual arousal, but quite the opposite.
"Oh, sure. At around 7:00? You're driving? Uh, sure, I like in the Takanawa Complex, off of Nikita Street, you know how to get there? Okay. My apartment is 57B, yeah, on the fifth floor, the seventh apartment on the right if you're coming from the outside stairs. Yeah, it's on the inside of the complex, you know, the front door facing inside and all? So, you'll be here at 7:00, right? Okay, thanks. Uh, yeah, okay. All right." He scowled, and shifted uncomfortable, as though wishing the conversation could be over and done with. Throughout the entire period of time, he felt her eyes boring into his back, as though attempting to drill a hole into his spine with her gaze. A blush crept up his neck and covered his cheeks, bright and rosy. "Okay, yeah, no, I can't talk. I have to go, I need to finish up with some things. What? Fuck no. That was stupid. Kami, look, I have to go, okay? I'll see you later. Bye."
"She's coming here."
The voice was soft, a mere whisper in the silence, and Matt turned around, taking in the image of Mimi, who had looked so confident and beautiful only moments before, who had suddenly turned into a small, quiet being, hurting and lacking confidence, but she was still beautiful.
A few tears leaked from the dam, and she fought hard to block the cracks, fortunately, succeeding … for now.
Ding-Dong
Mimi moved out of the shower, towel wrapped tightly around her body, hair hanging wetly around her shoulders, cascading in moist locks down her back. She hesitated, wondering if she should answer the door or not. Shrugging, she turned and headed into the kitchen, pouring herself a small glass of wine, tasting the sweet alcoholic beverage in a small sip.
She knew who was behind the door, and did not necessarily grin at the idea of the … thing stepping into the apartment and ruining the perfectly clean carpets with her grimy slut body. Instead, she simply leaned on the counter, sipping the wine, smiling at herself as she saw snow falling outside, through the window of course.
'Stupid bitch. Let's see how you like waiting outside in the cold. Whore. Go get herpes.'
Little did she know that her last thought was quite correct.
Matt cursed aloud from the bedroom when the doorbell was rung for the second time in about five minutes. Mimi could almost see the skinny skank moving from one foot to the next in impatience, frowning as she … it … waited for Matt to open the door and welcome her in with open arms.
"Mimi! Answer the door!"
"She's your date. Therefore, she's your responsibility, so you answer the door yourself!"
Matt stuck his head out of the bedroom door, and, at the sound of the click, she stuck her head around the corner, smiling at him evilly.
"Yes Yamato?"
"I'm fucking naked! Answer the goddamned door!"
Pouting, she stuck out her tongue in his direction, before sighing heavily and nodding, standing upright in the kitchen. Fortunately, he had no clue that she was wearing nothing but a towel.
Matt went back into his bedroom, and she waited for the lock to click shut before heading towards the door, putting a little swing in her steps, a small bounce, making it appear as though she had just passionately indulged herself in a little bit of … Japanese sausage.
Wine glass in hand, she waited a moment or two, heard Matt yell and curse her name, before opening the door just enough to see Aiko standing outside.
The skinny, ebony-haired girl looked rather … skanky. Her skirt barely passed her stick-like mid thighs, while the pink halter top she wore accentuated the flatness of her breast-less chest. A small, little black vest went over the halter, and a pair of strange, knee-high, abnormally inflated, fuzzy boots covered the bottom half of her walking sticks. Her greasy, black hair hung lankly at her shoulders, falling just past them, making Mimi want to rip the girl's hair out … if she'd be able to get a good grip; at the sight of the hair, she figured her fingers would simply slide on the grease.
A horrid, pink lipstick covered her lips, and her eyes were overly shadowed with bright pink make-up, and black eyeliner that was far too thick.
Mimi looked her over, figuring that the toothpick could have been pretty, if she had gotten some curves, breasts, and learnt how to dress and put on make-up, but, well, she remained quite content that the girl was disturbingly ugly.
Opening the door wide, she watched the emotions flicker in the women's brown eyes, as curiosity first past, awe, amazement, more curiosity, and then, finally, jealousy and anger. Her eyes flared to life, and she saw the Pepto Bismol pink lips curl down into a furious frown.
"Yes?" Mimi kept her voice happily bright and cheerful, but keeping in a sensual melodic tone at the same time, making it appear as though she had spent the last hour or so purring over Matt's deliciously built body.
"I'm here for Matty." The voice made Mimi want to tear out the girl's vocal chords. She had actually prayed that the voice would have been prettier than the body, but, unfortunately, the nasally, Valley Girl tone fit the disturbing body perfectly.
"Oh, you mean Yamato?" Mimi cocked her hips, making sure that Aiko noticed how she was dressed, or, shall we say, undressed?
"Yes, him. Is he ready or not?"
Mimi smiled. "No, not yet." She gestured into the house. "Come on in. He's still not dressed yet; I'll get him. Just wait right here; I'll be just a minute." Her smile turned wickedly evil as she turned her back to the girl, walking down the hallway confidently. Luckily for her, there was a small bend in the hall from the entrance, so it was impossible for Aiko to see Mimi as she knocked on Matt's door.
"Matt?"
"Yeah?"
"Are you dressed?"
"Sort of, why?"
"Can I come in?"
The door opened slightly and Matt poked his head out, finally catching sight of Mimi standing in the hallway, hair wet, clad in nothing but a towel. "Don't tell me you answered the door like that!"
"No, I took off the towel and answered it naked. No! I wore the fucking towel. You knew I was taking a shower!" She pushed at the door. "Let me in, I want to judge your outfit."
Matt nearly groaned aloud at the image of her naked, but fought off the arousing images as he let her step into his bedroom, before closing and locking the door, heading to his bed to grab hold of his shirt.
Mimi looked him up and down, reveling in the way his muscles rippled across his back with every movement, fighting the urge to simply run her nails down his spine and watch him shudder from pleasure. Instead, she took a seat on the edge of the bed and watched him tug on the white button down shirt, which, actually, went quite well with his black jeans.
"So, going for simplicity?"
"Yeah, pretty much. I look okay to you, oh Fashion Mistress?"
Mimi laughed aloud at the name, before blushing profusely when she caught on the word 'Mistress', which held an erotic tone. "Of course. You look normal, casual, and fine. She, on the other hand, looks like a disaster."
Matt scowled, turning his back to her to brush his hands through his hair in the mirror. "What do you mean?"
"Pepto Bismol lips, and eyes, a halter top that shows off, well, nothing really because it makes it obvious that she has nothing to show off. Her boots are strange, like, you remember those short, mid-calf fluffy boots?" He nodded. "Well, they're like those, only they go up to her knees, making it look like she skinned a couple of fluffy, white cats for each boot. It actually makes me need Pepto Bismol because it upsets my stomach so much." She imitated a sharp stomach pain, lurching forward. "Oh Kami, it hurts. The image of her hurts me."
Unable to say something for a lengthy period of time, Matt's gaze focused intently on her full breasts, which were pushing up and out from the edge of her towel, the large, round curves evident and well defined in the small, white towel. He saw the edge loosen slightly, but the pounding of his heart slowed a bit as her hand caught it before the cloth fell open and exposed her nude form.
"I, uh, it isn't nice to make fun of people, Mimi." Matt tried to focus on the topic at hand, and not the delectable woman before him.
"Matt, she's not even wearing a bra! I mean, not that she would need one, but still, seriously, think about it! A halter-top, without a bra, means nipple disaster! If she even has nipples. I mean, seriously, when I hit puberty and I had my mosquito bites for, like, a couple of months, I would have looked like a EE next to her! It makes me to want to smack her or something. Really fucking hard."
Matt nearly bit back the remark, 'You had mosquito bites? Yeah, right.' and instead focused on the fact that Mimi was currently cruelly making fun of his date.
"Where is she?"
"Entranceway, just standing there, waiting for you. I told her you weren't dressed yet, and all. So, I offered to get you, told her to stay there and all." She stood and walked over to his mirror, running her fingers through her moist hair, trying to straighten it. "To be honest, I think she's a touch mad at me. You know, for answering the door in a towel and all. But, I really had no choice in the matter, you weren't dressed."
Matt groaned aloud before charging out of the room to deal with damage control as the brunette stayed in his room, facing the mirror, running her hands through her hair.
She was still there when Matt called out his goodbye to her, and she heard the front door slam shut and lock.
The dam broke, and her legs gave way, causing her to crumple on the ground, and her hand stretched out towards her reflection, touching it, hating it, wanting to break it, watching it as the liquid lines formed on her face, down her cheeks, as she cried.
So, what did you guys think? Again, this was another somewhat lengthy chapter, but I had fun writing it.
Sorry I took quite a while; I've been really busy.
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