Yoshiki drowsily woke up to the blaring of his alarm. Ugh, he was still a bit sore... When had they even finished? He couldn't remember the time he had finally stopped and passed out beside her. He rubbed his eyes, sitting up and turning off the alarm. Glancing over, he for some reason anticipated her to be there. Of course, she wasn't, which left a hollow feeling in its wake, but it was only a one-nigh fling. He had anticipated this... Still, preparation didn't make it sting any less. Though, he really shouldn't be so sore about it, since he never would have thought he'd even get to feel Ayumi on that level, or really at all. So, he'd take the good with the bad. He got up and got in the shower, just thinking over what had happened yesterday. It was an event that blind-sided him, but he didn't regret it, really. It hadn't seemed to damage their friendship either, everything was okay. He'd go to school, the friends would return to their own lives, and he would just take this as a good experience. After all, that's all it was... A mind-blowing experience, that is.
It had been a couple days since her night with Yoshiki. Her roommate, Ren, had been super curious to her late night. Ayumi just lied, because she really didn't want anyone knowing what she had been doing. She had been debating with herself how to get them to the established friends with benefits status... Once she got him back in the bedroom, it would probably be clear what was going on. It wasn't like she once hinted at anything deeply emotional about the set-up. In her small, shared dorm room, she held her phone with narrowed eyes as she debated a simple way to start this. It felt like something she had to be careful with. If she was right about her inkling that Yoshiki may hold some sort of flame for her, she needed to be precise in her wording. Ugh, she was making it more complicated than need be. 'Hey, are you free tonight?' she hit send, not letting herself think it out too much. It would be best to find out if he was even available for her plans. She knew he had a lot on his plate with school, work, and generally just life. She blinked at her ceiling, pushing herself to sit up. She grabbed her book, figuring a text may not be sent back so soon, so she should occupy herself. Ugh, she'd really like to be able to meet up with him tonight. It was getting her restless just thinking about it.
Yoshiki was absolutely exhausted. Today had been one of those rough ones where he had to open, then have classes back to back. He sighed, collapsing against the couch, feeling like he could just pass out there... But then again, he was too restless for it. His eyes glanced to the clock, reading it as nearly eight. At least night school didn't have him out as late as closing in work would... He sat up, his hand fumbling in his jacket pocket for his phone. He gave it a curious glance, finding it a bit strange that Ayumi had contacted him. It was sent a little bit ago... Of course, he didn't touch his phone at school. Though, he wondered if she still wanted to know when it was already so late... Ah well, he couldn't ignore her, even if she may have already given up and filled her schedule or had went to sleep. 'Right now, yeah. Did you want to do anything?' Of course, by sending this, he didn't know her intentions were going south again. He had actually assumed maybe she just generally missed hanging out with friends. He knew he did. So, despite their endeavor that was only about two days old, he assumed it to be in the past and considered forgotten between them, and therefore thought about this in an innocent light.
Ayumi hadn't expected a reply to take so long. She found herself a little deflated as hours ticked away, but she knew he had a full schedule so she couldn't get too irritated. She read a few chapters of her book, wrote most of an essay, and was just online to figure out a show or movie she could stream. While she was debating against a horror flick or a romantic drama, her phone buzzed and lit up. She grabbed it, seeing Yoshiki had replied. She perked up a bit, eyes scanning her phone. At the reply, Ayumi was unsure if her intentions were coming off. It was the problem with texting, because voice and body language indicators were completely left out of the equation. She could slip in a winky emoticon... but honestly that seemed a little weird and not very good at the whole seducing thing. Ah, well, she would just reply, and if she needed to be in person with him to give him the hints, so be it. 'Yeah, can I come over?' She sighed, once again forcing herself to just send it as is. She couldn't think of any way to make a text 'sexy'.
Yoshiki was somewhat surprised to get a reply so shortly after his own. Her answer and how quickly it came made him wonder about the intentions, however... What else could she possibly do just at his house? It could just be a meeting place to do something else, or she just wanted to talk, but he found himself doubting such innocent intentions. Which, damn it all, made him start to think that she may actually... like him, as in more than a friend. He was in dangerous waters at this point, just asking to get eaten alive, but it could hardly be helped. Hesitantly, and not fully aware of what he was getting himself into, he replied with a small 'Sure'. Ugh, what was he doing to himself?
Ayumi smiled, feeling an excitement bubbling inside of her at the answer. She could only hope Yoshiki would catch up with what was happening here, though she found it all to be pretty obvious. Either way, it wasn't like he would say 'no' to her once the offer was out there. Besides the fact he rarely refused her, the new knowledge that he may possibly be interested in her made her confident he would jump on it. 'I'll be over in a few,' she replied to let him know she was indeed coming over. She stood up, glancing at herself in the mirror. She was in a typical skirt with the off the shoulders type shirt, and her hair was still loosely tied in twin-tail fashion. With a date, she would spruce herself up more, but in this situation, she didn't care to. They'd be naked and sweating in no time, so it was a moot point. She grabbed her zip-up jacket, figuring it would be warm for her. She was out the door in minutes, though she realized maybe she should take her time walking there. She didn't want to be overeager... The walk to his apartment wasn't bad, her mind buzzing in anticipation. She knocked her fist lightly against his apartment door, not feeling comfortable just walking in.
Yoshiki just simply read her reply, before tossing his phone to the seat next to him. Let's see... He felt a little nervous, and a shower would probably help... He didn't know exactly where Ayumi lived, so he was unsure if he had time, but he bet he had the time. He did as such, hopping in for a short few minutes just to relieve some nerves that had built up, and to wake him up from his tiring day. He got out and rubbed through his hair to dry it lightly, only getting time to put pants on before he heard a knock. Well, it seemed he had just enough time to do what he wanted, and he didn't worry too much about the lack of clothing. Even if she wasn't here for what he assumed, it wouldn't be awkward. He was a guy, therefore had nothing to hide under a shirt... Yeah, generally speaking, guys weren't that embarrassed about going anywhere shirtless. He slung the slightly damp towel around his neck, ruffling his hair a little as he walked to the door. He opened it, letting his hand fall back to his side. "Hey," he greeted simply.
Ayumi waited, trying to keep a neutral expression on her face. She wasn't one-hundred percent sure how she was going to carry this out. The seduction nights before had been driven by heat, and she hardly thought it out at all. Here, she had to be a bit more calculating. Plus, it wasn't like she was a seductress by nature. Keitaro had been the only guy she had been in a relationship with, and the initiation of sex had been easy. Here... well, it was probably going to be easier than she was worrying about. She became more alert as the door opened. Eh? Okay, she hadn't been expecting him to be shirtless... though, she certainly wasn't complaining. It took a moment to even register his voice as her eyes moved over his exposed skin. She hoped the lust she felt wasn't too obvious in her expression, though, if he caught it, things may be easier to get started. After a small moment of distraction, she realized she should respond. "Hi." Okay, not her best material, but she had been thrown off, and any other response was lost in the desire to run her hands over him. Plus, he didn't give her much to work with, and she needed to be inside before she could get physically involved with him.
Yoshiki he waited only a second before ushering her in, shutting the door behind her. "Sorry to be pushy, but it's kinda too cold just to be standing around," he noted, pausing afterword. He never wanted to make the first move, because he wasn't even sure of her intentions. And if they were dirty, he didn't know the direction she wanted to go in. It was best just to give her the power to start, if they were. "So...," he muttered, still not wanting to cross any lines verbally for fear of jumping the gun.
Ayumi nodded as she was brought inside the apartment. Right, the cold coming in would be felt by him, considering he was half-naked. Though, it didn't seem to be in preparation for her and possible activities. Rather, he had just taken a shower. She looked at him as he muttered, waiting a moment to see if he was going to say anything. Well, if she was going to make a move, it would be best to do it now. "So," she echoed him, moving closer. "I was thinking that we could pick up where we left off..." she said coyly, a seductive smile on her face as she looked at him with half-lidded eyes. She closed any gap between them, her arms wrapping around his neck. She was diving in headfirst, resolved to getting them to the point of friends with benefits... or fuckbuddies or whatever the hell they call it.
Yoshiki became more alert as she moved closer. So, she was here for that... Now, the question he was cursing over. Why did she want it again? Was she just hungry for it, or... Ugh, God forbid he think she was here because she held some sort of affection for him. While considering these things, he began to think if he really needed to be doing this... The offer was tantalizing, but he just knew he would be getting in over his head... Though, did he even have the ability to refuse? The answer to that was a simple, resounding no. He grew a smirk, his eyes narrowing at hers as his arms winding around her waist. "You certainly are hasty," he noted, lightly teasing her in a low voice, "It's very interesting to see this side of the class rep." Even now, they still used that nickname for her. It just stuck, and gave plenty of opportunities for a teasing. Besides, how could it not define her? She had been the representative for their third year class too. It was like destiny.
Ayumi found herself very pleased as his arms winded around her waist, seemingly accepting the offer. Though, not without a little bit a teasing. She rolled her eyes at being referred to as class rep, a nickname that would never escape her. Not that she really minded it much. She pouted slightly, shooting him a flat look, though it was all in jest. "You should know I'm not one to wait," she told him. When it came to most things, she didn't exercise patience if she had a hand in furthering the process quickly. Her expression shifting to a cocky smirk. "And you should consider yourself privileged to see this side," she half-joked as she pressed herself into him a little more. She would tack on a joke about the fact he had been a virgin, but that would admittedly be a little mean and more problematic, a possible mood killer.
Yoshiki matched her smirk, finding this sort of conversation more natural than last time. He still thought it to be strange to be teasing like they were still only friends, but it didn't feel weird anymore. "Trust me, I do," he noted, since he knew Ayumi was no whore. He assumed the only other person she had ever laid with would be her ex, but that's it. Of course, he felt privileged for another reason, being that he had chased her around for years with nothing to show for it, but now he was getting all kinds of sex... and maybe even mutual attraction... Urgh, there he goes again! He needed to stop with such ideas... Anyway, he wanted to get started right then, lean in and kiss her deeply, but he'd like to already be on the bed this time. "C'mon then. Let's start this privilege," he said in a sly tone, unwrapping his arms from her waist and moving her along to the bedroom. Once inside, he pressed her against the bed, making a quick start as he kissed up her neck, then eventually to her mouth where tongue was quickly added.
Ayumi was a tad thrown off by the non-teasing answer. She was glad he didn't think she was someone who would slept around, but she wasn't comfortable with any sincerity like that. The teasing was fine, but she wanted to make it clear that she wasn't his girlfriend. She'd establish boundaries when she had the chance, for now she was happy following him into his bedroom, the kiss before serving to make her more excited. Ayumi felt very satisfied with her idea, having no doubts this arrangement would serve them both. Once on her back, in his bed, she kissed him back greedily, the meshing of their tongues sending sensations down her spine. She tugged the towel that hung around his neck off, and her hands traveled through his somewhat damp hair and over his broad shoulders. She felt herself quickly heating up, eager for what was to come.
Yoshiki ran his hands underneath her shirt, breaking the kiss a moment to push the unneeded piece of clothing off. He ran his hands all along her body, her sides and back proving to be the places he favored as he continued the deep kiss. A fire was steadily growing within him, and was starting to truly feel like they were just picking up where they left off. So, he guessed this could be counted as round four. Due to his busy day, though, he may only get through two sessions today.
Ayumi let out a small moan as her shirt was taken off, and she could feel his skin against her's. His hands left a trail of fire, her entire being alert to the movements he made against her. She liked foreplay, she really did, but she found herself throbbing for him already. Being out of the game for so long had built up her sexual appetite, it seemed. "Hey," she said, breaking the kiss and getting his attention. "Lay on your back," she suddenly requested, since she had the desire to take control of this. He could top next round, she just wanted to ride him for now.
Yoshiki was a bit irritated that their kiss had been broken, but that was only because he was lost in the heat of the moment. Once he could actually focus past that, he could actually register what she had requested of him. By the sounds of it, he'd be the bottom this go... Not that it particularly bothered him. It actually was kind of exciting in of itself... So he had no issue making a small submitting hum, moving from his pinning down position to being on his back, as requested. It would be weird, but she had experience, so he didn't doubt it would feel amazing. Plus, with her in charge of how fast things went and where inside of her he hit, it would make it more likely she'd reach an amazing climax. All in all, it seemed to hold no cons.
Ayumi grinned lightly to herself at his obedience... He was much easier to control than Keitaro had ever been. As he moved onto his back, she unhooked her bra to toss it aside. She had finally gotten into the habit of wearing 'nicer' bras when she entered the dating world. While sport bras had always been more comfortable, they did admittedly make her look a bit flatter and they were a pain to get off. She unzipped her skirt, pulling her skirt and panties off in one fell swoop. Left in with nothing on, she made sure to put him in the same condition. She undid his pants and boxers, tugging them off and flicking them aside now that she could finally get down to business. Well, almost... she couldn't just toss aside the chance to see a teased Yoshiki. She moved herself, straddling him as she adjusted herself near his hard member. She leaned down, her pussy grazing the silken skin of his cock, continuing to kiss him deeply. She began to move her hips so her folds rocked against his dick, coating him in her wetness. The action put pressure of her clitoris, so she could be very content just rubbing against him for quite a bit of time.
Yoshiki watched her remove the rest of her clothes herself, his insides firing up with desire at her exposed chest. Well, every inch of her bare body set him off, actually. He gave a small sigh of relief as she freed his dick of its constraints. If he cared enough about pride, it would've been a bit embarrassing that she was undressing him when he was fully capable, but at this stage there was no such word as pride. He had to say, her position on top was quite alluring, but he really had been too quick to say that nothing bad would occur as a result. Of course, she was choosing to tease him... Aaagh, she could be pretty mean sometimes... Even as they resumed their kiss, he couldn't keep back throaty growls of pleasure, yet suffering. He was throbbing with a want to be inside, so much so that he was getting close to the point of begging. Her slick folds moving across him sent jolts of pleasure, but it was such a tease to what he could be feeling, and his body knew it.
Ayumi was smirking against their kiss at his throaty growls. There was something about reducing a man to a begging puddle of desire that made the entire thing so much more satisfying. Though, admittedly she didn't know how Yoshiki would react to prolong teasing. Nnng, the feeling of his now slick cock against her was sending jolts of fire across her folds. She suddenly broke the kiss, because she needed to readjust herself to sit up a bit so she could get a better angle and grip. Her hands straddled his sides to grab the sheets of the bed as an anchor. She rocked against him faster, pressing herself a little harder against him as the pressure felt amazing on her clit.
Yoshiki found it extremely hard to keep his voice in check as she shifted to move faster against him. He couldn't force down guttural moans and heavy pants, but he was still keeping any utterance of his feelings or her name from his orgasmic noises. He still wasn't sure where she stood, and if she kept those things out of it, he would do his best to as well. Though, her constant rubbing was driving him mad, to the point he had no shame. "NnnggaAAaa... S-stop... being so selfish...," he breathed out with a small, uneasy smirk, though he couldn't open his eyes to look at her.
Ayumi was getting really into moving herself against him, the pressure building up enough she was either going to come by grinding his length or very quickly when she eventually let him in. At his command, she let out a breathy laugh. "I don't really think you're in a position to be making demands," she pointed out between pants and gasps. She shuddered pleasurably as the movements of her hips never ceased. It was a little mean, but delayed gratification was good to learn and the more pressure built up, the better the orgasm. So, really, she was doing him a favor. Also, she wanted to hear him beg. She wasn't even worried about him pulling something like this with her, since she doubted he could pull it off without just caving and getting to the actual act.
Yoshiki was a little frustrated by her answer, but he couldn't say he was really surprised. Actually, what he was shocked at was the fact he had let her on top. He should have known the outcome... Then again, he strangely wasn't sure if he'd choose any different next time. In response, he'd like to say something along the lines of asking if he's been a bad student, but that would turn this into some kinky role play, and he had no idea where she would draw the line... Though, it was always tempting to say something that when in the category of class representative. Anyways, it was obvious what she was trying to get him to do. Even he could tell her objective, other than the gratifying pleasure it gave her... And he wasn't above giving in to her wishes. "Please... H-haa, I'm begging," he noted through a held back groan. He wanted inside her, no matter what it took. If she wanted him to beg, he'd do so, and maybe a trick or two.
Ayumi was beaming at the begging, something hot stirring inside of her. If she was really nice, she'd acknowledge his held-back pride and let him in, but she honestly liked making him work for it. There was something very attractive and empowering about making the usually calm and collected cool-guy Yoshiki beg for her. "Mm? What's that? I can't hear you," she purred lightly with a smile. She could feel herself closing in on an orgasm too, which wouldn't mess up anything for him. The blessing of being a girl was getting more than one shot so closely together. She was having trouble biting back her own noises as she used his length to get off.
Yoshiki would have given a tired sigh but her predictable want for more, but his lungs were too busy keeping up with his racing heart. Yeah, her folds felt good... but they were only building up pressure, and not giving him the actual release he wanted that her tight, warm walls would. So, he'd play her game. He had to, at this point. "Please, class rep!" he said with more urgency, and even less pride. Why use the nickname? Well, it wasn't because he was trying to start anything bizarre. It's because he didn't know what to call her in this situation. Shinozaki just sounded weird during intercourse, and despite their sexual behavior, he didn't feel he had the right to say Ayumi, yet. At least, he hadn't been called either name by her so far. But he had to call her something, and that was the only thing that came to mind.
Ayumi glanced at him with a mix of confusion and curiosity at use of her old title in bed, though the expression flickered back to the seductive smirk. Heh, she was beginning to think he had a kink or something towards that role. "Now, now, if you're addressing your class rep, you must be more specific than that," Ayumi taunted. She was admittedly being cruel at this point, but she was thoroughly enjoying herself. "I have to deal with so many requests, you know," she joked, taking on the title of class rep, as she normally did when addressed by it. Though, she couldn't say the role had ever once come up in the bedroom before. She felt her legs quivering slightly, the orgasm was so close, but it was admittedly hard to reach when she wasn't concentrating on it.
Yoshiki mentally cursed as his split-second decision caused more troubles. Well, at least in his current state, embarrassment wasn't a problem. Also, calling her 'class rep' could have gone so much worse. She could have taken the throw-in of such a title as a mood killer, then everything would come crashing down, and he definitely didn't want that. "Please... let me inside," was all he could manage to elaborate, his breath not allowing for anything lengthier than that. Not that he wanted to be wordy, he wanted to be inside her... Ugh, after all this teasing, he may be too tired from school and work to go even a second round... This pressure and begging was spending more of his dwindling energy than he'd like...
Ayumi smiled, only able to keep one eye open and on him as he continued to beg. She would reply, but her plateau finally clicked into her orgasm, so her movements had to stop for a moment as she rode it out for seconds. She panted, her heartbeat picked up wildly from the shot of electricity pulsing through her. She could force him to keep begging, but she felt she had played with him a sufficient amount of time. She took a few deep breaths, before she picked her hip up a bit, halting the grinding against his dick. She grabbed his length, now slicked up from her wetness, and positioned it at her entrance. Once sure the angle was good, she finally gave him what he wanted. She took all of him in, not waiting to being grinding him against her walls. Her legs and ab muscles were burning at this point, but that hardly registered in her mind as it clouded over in pleasure. She picked up a pace quickly, grinding his length specifically against the spot inside her that she has learned to be sensitive.
Yoshiki own thoughts slowed as her body paused in movements. The pressure was still there, but knowing she was coming, he felt a strange sense of pleasure and satisfaction. After the seconds of her climax passed, he was a bit surprised she was already moving to move him inside... Of course, he was excited, and he knew girls didn't have the same tiring-out effect, but still, she had to be somewhat exhausted. All thoughts were erased as she took all of him, his mind blanking as she picked up a quick pace. Within moments he was moving with her rhythm, gasping and groaning, but thanks to her teasing, he wouldn't last long at all. But since she had already released herself, and he was still irritated about being played with, he wouldn't feel bitter about releasing too soon. His pressure was building even more, as he had assumed, and his own orgasm came swiftly after an indeterminate amount of minutes. He pushed up a final time to dig deep into her, releasing his cum after and giving a loud groan. Not that he could control when he pulled out of her, so he guessed if she hadn't reached her second one, she could keep going while he was still semi-stiff.
Ayumi let out a cry as he dug himself deeper into her to release, feeling his cock twitching against her inner walls to fill her with his cum. While she was sensitive from her last orgasm, she hadn't gotten there again quite yet. It wouldn't suck completely if she didn't manage a second one, but she hoped she could relieve the pressure she built up again. She moved against him harder, getting his dick to swipe against her g-spot with more force to finally trigger her second orgasm after a couple well-aimed thrusts. She trembled lightly as her mind blanked with the pressure flooding through her. The moment it was over, her exhaustion quickly became apparent to her. It felt like a chore lifting herself off of him, collapsing to his side. Her breathing was heavy as she struggled to regain her normal breathing, and her legs were quivering lightly from the exercise she forced her body through. It wouldn't be such a bad burn in her muscles if she hadn't spent so long teasing him, but she was willing to take the soreness in exchange for hearing Yoshiki beg.
Yoshiki could hardly pay attention to anything else, his mind and body was tired from both the sex and his overall day. Once she pulled him out and laid at his side, he couldn't keep his eyes open or mind alert. He was awake enough to unconsciously shift underneath the covers, but past that, ugh... He was completely out of fuel... Within minutes, he was sound asleep, his breaths soft and even again.
Ayumi wasn't able to keep herself awake either, though she tugged herself out of it after half an hour. She figured she should make it a little rule for herself that she doesn't sleep over. She felt her muscles protest as she crawled out from the warm bed to the cold air. She stumbled around tiredly in the dark, finding her clothes, except for her shirt which was still out in his living room. She was quiet as she finally made herself presentable enough to go out in public. After a quick check-over, she left his apartment. It had all gone well... She was so far very happy with her idea to continue this endeavor instead of just keeping it a one-night stand.