What's wrong with Aoki?
Was he just about to kiss me?
Kokonoe silently blushed, and watched his body as he ran ahead of her.
She glanced at her hand that was being held, she smiled and held on tighter.
As they neared a building, Aoki slowed and felt around his pocket. She could hear keys jingling, and she watched him insert a key in the locked door, his fingers were shaking.
Is he nervous?
He let go of her hand to turn the knob, and walked in. He removed his shoes, and held the door open for her.
Kokonoe watched his gaze as she went in, but he didn't look at her once.
He seemed worried about something.
She stopped staring, he was depressing her. She turned around to explore the place with her eyes and found his place was very neat and clean.
Figures.
She bent down to take her shoes off as well, quietly. As she stepped into the living room, Aoki came up beside her and she jumped.
"So, tea it is." Aoki said, sort of whispered.
She felt a tiny prick of fear. Why was Aoki acting so weird?
She watched him closely as he went to his kitchen and prepared a kettle of water from the tap. He set the kettle on a boiler and turned around to face her.
"Are you scared of me?" he asked, he was tapping the counter in front of him. It sounded so loud.
"N-no .. why?" she said, now that he was looking at her she was uncomfortable.
He didn't say anything after that, he looked so troubled.
There was a whistling after a moment, and he didn't stir.
"Aoki? Tea." she gestured towards the kettle behind him, and it seemed as though a jolt hit him, and he quickly turned around to remove the kettle.
"Sorry, I'm sort of .. Out of it." she heard him mumble, and grinned.
"That's okay, oh .. put sugar in my tea." she reminded him.
"Right." he said, a little louder, getting his old self back.
She decided to sit down on a soft looking couch and wait till he was done preparing the cups of tea.
She heard him stirring, the teaspoon hitting the mug glass.
"So, um. What did you want to talk about Aoki-sensei?" she asked as he walked toward her with the steaming drinks.
Aoki handed her a mug and she took it in her hands carefully. She didn't want to spill.
"I'm not so sure anymore. I really don't know .." he took a sip from his own mug and rested his elbows on his knees, leaning forward.
"Listen, Kokonoe. You have to stop teasing me about my being a .. virgin. You have to stop acting like you love me." he looked at her then, he looked so tired.
She sighed, and rested her nose on the rim of her cup, thinking.
I've heard this all before.
Her eyes sharply went to his thigh.
If I do this, maybe he'll change his mind.
She set her tea on a side table beside her, and scooted a little closer to Aoki.
"But Sensei ~ I'm not acting." she cooed into his ear, placing her hand on his upper thigh, inching it slowly to his nether regions.
He didn't flinch, she noticed and blushed. Her fingers stopped, confused.
"If you aren't acting, why did you stop?" he asked quietly, averting his gaze.
She blushed crimson. She could feel her heart racing.
Her fingers started twitching, her thumb pressing more into his leg. She felt his leg spread a bit more, inviting her to touch him for real.
She hesitated. But why? She always wanted to do this. With all those dreams and thoughts about him, that time she kissed him was magical.
Then why?
She took her hand away from his body, and looked into her lap.
"What's wrong, Rin? .." Aoki asked her, leaning back.
"I'm .. not ready. I guess. I don't know." she said, trying to explain herself.
"Sorry." Aoki said, throwing his hands up, "I .. I don't know what's come over me." his hands then rest on his head, frustrated.
She was silent, thinking some more. Closing her eyes.
"I .. want to touch you .. But I .. don't know how .." she whispered after a while.
He turned around on the couch to face her.
"I don't know how .. Either .." he softly placed a hand on her own, and grasped it a bit. He smiled a nervous smile and lifted her hand slowly, leading it to his neck. "Just .. Trace a line down me," he was blushing as he said this to her, "be creative." he added.
She started tracing slowly, curving her hand to loop around his right nipple. She gulped, and could hear his own throat convulse. She watched her finger go across to the opposite nipple and curve the same loop. She moved it slow, and sensual to his belly button and smiled.
"Now what?" she asked, shyly. Staring intensely at where he finger tip was.
"Keep going lower, Rin." he said, enunciating her name in a whisper.
Her feet curled a bit, and a sensation ran down to her thighs from the way he said her name.
Her finger complied, going lower, fiddling with his button and zipper.
I'm scared.