Ayumi had been staying at her parents for a little less than three weeks. At this time, she had been spending a ridiculous amount of time on trains and a dreadful amount of time not getting laid. She told herself, besides the one night where she had been at the end of her rope, that she wasn't going to turn to Yoshiki. Even if his apartment was wondrously close to campus and blessed with the lack of parental supervision. Seriously, she was this close to losing it. Her parents monitoring her... their constant questions and babying her... It was pissing her off. Worse still, she had managed to be consistently late to all her classes because as efficient as the trains were, she always just missed getting to the one that would bring her to campus on time. Still, this was majorly breaking a line... even though the two hadn't been able to meet up for a while to enjoy each other's company. She missed being an independent college student who lived close to her classes and cafeteria.
Ayumi had been standing at the train station with all these thoughts running through her head. How bad would it be really to stay with him? She would be getting a new dorm room soon enough, too... hopefully. It was important to her academic career. Also, to her sanity. She turned heel as the train she would normally get on came up on the tracks. 'Nope! No more!' she thought as she left the train station. Now, she was standing outside Yoshiki's door, doubtful he was even home. Oooh, this was not one of her smarter plans. Ugh, was this cruel to do to him? To make them roommates while she knew he liked her? Well, technically she didn't know that. Just suspected... Did it matter? She had already gone far enough to sleep with him multiple times. She held her fist up to the door, sitting her hand on the wood for a moment. 'Please don't let this end badly,' she mentally pleaded the universe. She took a deep breath, forcing herself to knock.
Yoshiki had just returned from work, and was pretty much lying face down against the couch. Uuugh, he was exhausted... He prepared to just pass out on the sofa, but then a knock broke through his daze. He groaned lightly, forcing himself up and to walk over to the door. He opened it, a bit surprised to see Ayumi. "Uh, hey... What's up?" he asked, wondering what she was doing here. He wouldn't jump to sexual acts unless she texted him, so at times she just showed up at his door, he resumed acting like a normal friend.
Ayumi immediately regretted this choice because she wasn't sure how to ask this. "Okay, I'm about to ask you something that is probably crossing a line, but that's just because I'm this close to just sleeping on the street," Ayumi said quickly. It was an embarrassing request to ask, because she was asking if the two could live together. Though, who knows how often they'd even be around each other with their schedules... "Can I please stay with you? I can put money towards rent. It'd only be until my school reassigns me a dorm room and I'll stay out of your way, I swear."
Yoshiki blinked at her, wondering a little while she was making such a big deal out of it. Yeah, it was a little contrary to the basis of the rules they had set up, but it wasn't like she was staying here for any romantic reason. He'd like to tell her she didn't have to pay rent, but she would probably insist, and he just didn't feel like stubborn argument. "That's fine. We're still friends, remember? I'll help out if you ever need it," he said, trying to remind her that she had said that nothing else would change between them. He still wanted to be a friend, one she could count on and trust. He moved to let her in, holding in a tired yawn.
For some reason, she did sort of forget that detail. Yeah... they were friends. Still, though, he was a boy. Asking a boyfriend for this favor would have been a lot less awkward... guys and girls rarely lodged together for reasons other than romantic relationships. "Ah, right. Thanks... I really appreciate it," she said sincerely, hoping he realized that this was a lifeline in a very undesirable situation right now. She stepped into the apartment, noticing his refrain from yawning. Well, it didn't seem like they would be engaging in anything. It was probably for the best, but she was still a little disappointed. It had felt like a long time since they met up. Though, Yoshiki was always in such a state of exhaustion that she wondered if it was ultimately better for him to not having her distract him from sleep. She glanced around the apartment, still feeling unsure of herself. The entire situation hopefully wouldn't be too awkward, considering they had slept with each other and have seen all of one another. Surely that would take out any uncomfortableness for them?
Yoshiki nodded at her thanks, shutting the door after she was in and locked it. "Anytime, right?" he added, moving past her because he desperately wanted sleep. But he stopped, noticing he should probably make a few statements, if she was staying for more than one night. He turned, glancing around before starting. "Uh, well... Since you'll be staying for a while, I guess, I'll tell you the basics... You can help yourself to anything I have, food-wise, and the bathroom is the door besides my bedroom, of course... And sorry I don't have a guestroom or something like that... I don't really like forcing you on the couch, but I'm not exactly willing to give up my bed. Oh, and... since our schedules don't really match up, I'll ask the landlord if I can have another key made, and maybe get it to you tomorrow. If you get out of school before I get you a key, just come by work, which is... the music store nearest to here. I would give you better directions, but I'm... just really tired," he admitted after the long explanation.
Ayumi nodded lightly as he reminded her 'anytime.' She had no reason to doubt those words, since she was pretty sure every time she called upon him for something, he complied. She watched him curiously as he explained the go-arounds of the apartment. She would probably try to buy her own food to go to, though most the time she ate meals on campus. She was glad he wasn't trying the 'chivalrous' bit of giving up his bed to her. She would stay on the couch, she was pretty sure. Except for maybe the nights they slept together... if they were even doing that anymore. Honestly, it would probably be better to refrain from that stuff while she was actually living there. The mention of the key suddenly just solidified the fact she was staying there in her mind... though, if anything, she was just couch crashing. She had no intention of making this place her home. She wasn't positive where the music store was, but she was sure some music students she talked to could probably tell her. Either that, or she did have her laptop for directions. She nodded, giving a small smile. "Alright, understood. Go enjoy your sleep," she told him, letting him dismiss himself from further conversation.
Yoshiki smiled tiredly at her, nodding without further conversation. Today had been particularly tiring... He couldn't really think of much, except the fact his bed sounded really nice about now. He turned and left Ayumi to her own devices, shutting his door behind him and finally letting his yawn out. He shoved off his socks, shoes, and shirt before just collapsing into the bed. He only had the energy to turn on his alarm, not even caring to throw the covers on at this. Within minutes, he was sound asleep. In his weary state, he didn't think of any problems coming from this arrangement.
Ayumi had been living at Yoshiki's place for a few days now, and it was working out pretty well. They so far managed to stay out of each other's ways, though Ayumi tried to spend more time at the library so she wasn't constantly at his place. It was a little embarrassing to realize how much time she spent in her dorm room... she was a Sophomore and hardly had any friends. She only talked to people in class, they never met up. Of course, Ayumi had found a seething jealousy for a lot of artist friends who had so much more skill than her.
She sat cross-legged on the couch, a large sketchbook in hand and a pile of different pencils sitting next to her. On the table was a bunch of fruit in a bowel. A sophomore and she was still doing still-life pictures... the basics were important, but she found herself getting frustrated that she couldn't replicate life in her pictures. She had been determined to get the assignment done today, but as she drew, she found herself becoming frustrated. Pieces of crumpled up paper piled around her as she kept discarding her work.
Yoshiki entered the house, closing the door behind him and met with the sight of Ayumi and her many crumpled papers. He gave a curious look, unable to mind his own business. "Hey... what're you up to?" he asked with interest, removing his jacket and draping it on the back of a chair. He moved around her, leaning against the couch to get a look at what she was working on. As far as he could tell, it looked good, but since he wasn't the same kind of artist, he could bet his opinion didn't mean much.
Ayumi was so involved in her failing pictures that she didn't notice Yoshiki until he spoke. She blinked, looking up to see him standing behind the couch. "Well, I was working on an assignment to do a still-life picture. We're only supposed to use granite and give yourself about forty-five minutes to do it," she explained with a flat look. Still-life pictures were horribly boring to draw, for the most part. It could be a bit more fun when colors were involved, but just granite wasn't her cup of tea. "Although, right now I'm reflecting on my life choices," she grumbled as she looked back down as her half-finished sketch. She hated not being proud of anything she was drawing, it made her feel like a failure. She shut the sketchbook, giving up on finishing it at the moment.
Yoshiki kept his eyes on her work. That is, until she shut the sketchbook due to frustration. He frowned lightly, eyes glancing at her. Ayumi had always wanted to be an artist... It's what she liked doing, something she had spent a long time on, and she was good at it. He wondered what sparked this feeling in her... Though he guessed he sort of understood. He often thought his ability to play guitar was mediocre at best. Especially now that he had no time to devote to practicing. But this was Ayumi's dream job. She couldn't really be doubting it this much..."Why? You're good at drawing, and you enjoy it... You've pretty much just started practicing professionally, so not everything will turn out how you think it should the first few tries. If it did, then what would be the point of practicing?" he asked with a raised brow. She really was destined to be an artist... He didn't want her giving up so early on something she loved.
Ayumi was a little surprised he was once again trying to shift her mood to a better place. She used him for sex, and now was she using him to comfort her as well? She didn't really want to think about it too much... She understood what he was saying, and appreciated the compliment. "It's not that... I don't think I'll ever stop drawing, but I really think I should consider changing my major. Everyone else in my field, for the most part, is just... so much better than me naturally," she said with a sad sigh. It was jaw-dropping and disheartening at the same time to see her fellow classmate's art. "I feel like some people are just born with the ability to make great art, and I wasn't born with it," she tried to explain. She didn't have the natural ability... so she was never going to catch up with those who do.
Yoshiki listened to her side of the story, but wasn't agreeing with her. "There are always people that will be better... It's like life's challenge, to try harder and keep getting better," he tried to explain, again combating her stubbornness with his own. "And maybe some are born with it... but that doesn't mean that those who aren't can't be just as good. It just depends on how passionate you are about what you do," he told her with a confident tone. She couldn't give up... It wasn't the Ayumi he knew.
That was true... she could either get discouraged or use it as fuel that those around her displayed more skill. Getting discouraged zapped her energy and drive, leaving her feeling like crap. It would be hard to be able to find it motivating, but it was at least worth a try to change her perspective. She looked up at Yoshiki, a small smile tugging onto her lips. "I never knew you were such an optimistic person, Kishinuma," she remarked. Of course, it was always easier to be optimistic about someone else's life... She couldn't say she ever really saw Yoshiki get discouraged himself, though it wasn't like he wore his heart on his sleeve.
Yoshiki regained his smile when her own mood seemed to brighten, but he was sort of surprised when she noted his optimism. He shifted his weight back to his feet, moving a hand to rub the back of his neck. "Uh, well... I just didn't want you to give up your dream," he explained somewhat shyly. It was strange he still felt like this around her sometimes, even after all the sex. He assumed it to be because their relationship still had no feelings past friendship. "But... I guess I generally don't think negatively... Otherwise I would've given up at this point," he added after a moment of thinking about it. He specifically meant living on his own, but it had a duel meaning of his crush on her. Though, having hope in that department was involuntary and unwanted.
Ayumi felt uncertain how to approach his caring for her and her ambitions. Yes, they were friends, but she wasn't really sure where the lines were anymore. Between their sexual acts, their actual friendship, their temporary status as roommates, and his most-likely having a crush on her... their conversations felt hard to read through the layers anymore. As he explained his positive views, it made sense. Leaving home as a freshman to make your way in the world must have been difficult. It would have been easy to give up and spend his entire life angry and moping. "That makes sense..." she said after a thoughtful pause. Her mind went back to thinking about where they stood, though she suddenly became alarmed that she even cared. At the end of it, they were just supposed to be friends. Nothing else mattered, any residual feelings floating around the arrangement would disappear once the sex stopped. "Hey, how tired are you?" Ayumi suddenly asked as she looked at him curiously. He seemed okay, but it was always hard to gauge how he was actually feeling. Plus, despite popular belief, it wasn't like guys were constantly turned on and ready to go.
Yoshiki went silent afterword, feeling their conversation sizzling out. It may have turned awkward, but he was glad he was able to help her. He didn't really want to see her giving up doing what she loved... He looked at her as she spoke up again, blinking at her for a moment. He was pretty certain he knew why she was asking, so he had to think about if he should really continue this... Uh, he was in too deep to even have the will to lie and skip it. Plus, since they were roommates, he couldn't even relieve himself, so he felt pretty tense... Ah, what a shallow reason... "I actually feel good today... Work was pretty slow," he answered casually, as if he didn't have in mind what she did.
Ayumi smiled slyly at his casual answer. She found she normally had to initiate things with Yoshiki, like he was too nervous to ever start things on his own. Although, it was probably less about nervousness and more about... eh, her possible rejection? She wasn't really sure, she just knew she had to make the first move. She tossed her sketchbook on the table alongside the fruit bowel. She'd have to pick up all the paper she left strewn about in her frustrations, but that would take a minute. It had felt like forever since she had gotten relief. When she had stayed at home, she wasn't willing to try anything because of the potential mortifying walk-in. She walked around the couch so the two could actually meet without the back of the couch in their way. This may be more dangerous now that they were living together, but Ayumi didn't put much thought into those concerns. "Mm, is that so?" Ayumi asked with a seductive look. One hand moved on his shoulder and the other moved south. She leaned up to meet his lips, her tongue moving into his mouth with more force than she normally used. It had been a while, and she was eager.
Yoshiki watched her toss the sketchbook to the side and get up. He kind of wanted her to finish her project, but... it really had been a while. First she had been with her parents, which made their schedules impossible to match up, but then he had been able at least get himself off. Then she moved in, which had been... three or four days? And he guessed since she actually had to stay over, she was hesitant about starting something. So, yeah, he wasn't going to pass this up. As she approached and officially started things up, he could already tell she was exceptionally eager... Well, he'd make sure she was satisfied. The dominance to their kiss flip-flopped as he grabbed her waist and moved her up onto the back of the couch. One hand stayed relatively in the same place, occasionally moving down to her thigh, while the other traveled up her shirt. Even though they had known each other like this for a while, he still couldn't get enough of the feeling of her body... Just moving along her curves was enough to set him off.
There was something about him taking dominance of the kiss that managed to turn her on more, if that was possible at this point. Ayumi was glad they were in sync as they moved to start foreplay, it made the entire thing easier to enjoy. She had no complaints as he positioned her on the back of the couch, the feeling of his hand on her thigh made her fall deeper into this trance. Actually, the feeling of his skin on her's in general had that effect. She moved her hand up to begin taking off his shirt. She didn't mind keeping clothes on for sex when it was a quickie or just if it was just too time-consuming, but she loved the feeling of skin-on-skin contact.
Yoshiki's hand moved further up, slipping under her bra to caress her breast. Though, since this hadn't happened in a while, he was getting impatient and didn't stimulate it much before moving to unhook the bra. His hand came back down enough to grab the edge of her shirt, their kiss finally having to be broken as he pushed it off over head, and then slipped her bra straps from her shoulders. It was obvious he was eager too, as before the pieces of clothing reached the floor, his lower hand was already unzipping her skirt.
Ayumi moaned lightly in the back of her throat at his hand on her tit, spikes of arousal flowing their her. She enjoyed foreplay, she really did, but for moments like this when she was already turned on and ready to go, she was glad Yoshiki was moving quickly. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders, thankful for the button-up design and briefly considering wearing those types of shirts more often in the future. She shuddered lightly as her skin was exposed to the air, though she was too heated up to feel a chill. As his hand went to unzip her skirt, her hand slipped down to undo his pants. Once undone, she tugged his pants and boxers down enough to expose his dick.
Yoshiki was thankful he was freed from the fabric of his pants, but it made him feel more rushed to get into the real act. Once unzipped and he got a hold of both the waistband of her skirt and panties, he moved them down enough to wear they'd slide down to the floor on their own. He brought himself closer to her once everything was out of their way, closing most gaps between them. He resumed their deep kiss while he moved her sideways slightly, one hand supporting her weight by her waist and the other lifting her leg over his shoulder as a means of spreading her out. Once he knew for sure he was against her opening, he entered her. It was then he remembered just how great this felt, and how much his body had missed it. For now, he actually had good control of his breathing as he picked up a good, quick pace. If there was one thing he knew, though, it was that composure wouldn't last.
Ayumi was breathing heavily as all the clothes were out of their way, and he began to move her in preparation. She was a little surprised at the new position, since she had been pretty sure up to this point he didn't really know anything besides the typical positions... Though, this had probably just been an adjustment in the moment rather than something he read or learned. Ayumi was overwhelmed in anticipation as he angled himself. It had really been too long since they had done it... She was going to miss this stuff when they finally called it quits to the benefits part of the relationship, but she was too into the moment to give that much thought. She cried out in pleasure as he filled her, her walls tight around him. Her breathing quickly became erratic, but she kept her participation in the deep kiss, his tongue only adding to the marvelous sensations tingling down her spine. Her hips began to rock against him on their own volition, the feeling was just too good. She didn't know how they had managed to take so long a break.
Yoshiki gained a quicker pace, encouraged by her moans and rocking hips. Eventually, he couldn't keep the interaction between their tongues going, separating gasp and groan. Because of their break, he wasn't lasting as long as usual. He wouldn't able to hold it back long... He could only give her a few more deep thrusts before stalling, an amazing, familiar jolt of pleasure going throughout him as he released inside. He panted a moment, tired, but prepared to keep going if she didn't find the same relief. Even if she had come as he was, he still chastised himself for not being able to longer until he was sure. He hated not getting her there... Manly pride and all, along with the desire to please her.
Ayumi mentally cursed as he came. It felt great, the feeling of hot cum filling her was a huge turn-on, but it was too soon for her to get the same release. She had forgotten the detail that he was more sensitive at this point, given the period of time they hadn't been able to do this. She wasn't close enough to ride to completion on his semi-stiff dick, so she wasn't going to try. It was a bit disappointing, but it was nothing new to her. Guys had an easier time reaching climax than girls. It was pretty much to be expected that this would happen at some point. Ayumi shifted a little, a hand moving on his chest in a way to stop him from trying to continue. She didn't actually want to say 'I'm not going to finish,' because she didn't actually want to damage his pride that much.
Yoshiki shared the mental curse, feeling awful about being unable to get her to her climax. While it was bound to happen eventually, and they had actually been pretty lucky with it up until this point, he still felt the sting of disappointment in himself. It wasn't really... pride... He just didn't like generally leaving her unsatisfied. By her command, he pulled out, looking at her apologetically as he shifted her leg to a more normal position. "Sorry... Next round for sure..," he told her with determination through heavy breaths. He wouldn't leave her hanging, even if he was on the verge of passing out. It wasn't fair, and he had enough experience to know that finishing yourself wasn't nearly as good.
Ayumi crossed her legs as it was moved back into typical position. She didn't care so much about keeping his cum in her, rather she didn't want it leaking onto his couch. She looked at him neutrally. That... sounded familiar. By the end the entire balance of their sexual relationship was in favor of Keitaro, though he always promised to make it up to her. He never did. "A word from the wise:" she warned in a casual manner, "never make a promise involved with things of this nature." Though, so far they had been doing great and this could be chalked up to the long break's fault. Promising release was risky business in general given... well, everything.
Yoshiki looked at her quietly, feeling a little challenged by her skepticism. He raised a brow at her, gaining his natural, familiar smirk. "Wise from what experience? Keitaro?" he asked in slight amusement, but underneath was a bit peeved at being put as Keitaro's equal, or thought to be the same. "We're not the same. C'mon, I'll show you I always mean what I say," he told her with confidence, offering her a hand to get her down. It wasn't necessary, but it just seemed fitting.
"Yes, from Keitaro. I'm well versed enough in this to have a good idea how the rest of the night is going to go," Ayumi commented with a small pout. She wasn't really sure why, but whenever Keitaro was quick, the pattern continued on to her frustration. She looked at him skeptically, surprised but unconvinced by his confidence. If he put too much pressure on himself, he wouldn't even be able to get it up, she could bet. She was just predicting the rest of the night to go downhill. But, she'd give him the opportunity to try and prove he was somehow different than Keitaro. She looked at her hand for a moment before taking it to help her down from the couch. "Fine, let's see how different you two really are," she mumbled as she ran a hand through her disheveled bangs.
Yoshiki glanced at her with a crooked smile, finding her adamant doubt somewhat unfounded."Well versed with one person, maybe," he commented, finding the facts and what she was saying conflicted. How could she be well versed and wise with an experience total of one guy? Especially when sticking what she knew to him. He was confident he cared for her more, and was certain his affection had lasted longer... Though, he wasn't sure if he was proud or shamed by that, given how hopeless a situation it had always been. He narrowed his eyes with a smirk as she gave in and took his hand to move her down, pretty sure she'd be the one to be proved wrong.
Ayumi's breathing was completely all over the place as she recovered from her orgasm. It seemed Yoshiki was indeed a man of his word, though she wasn't so sure she'd verbally praise him, since that entailed her to admitting her own mindset had been wrong. She glanced over at him, pretty sure he had passed out at this point. The warmth radiating around her center was a bit more overwhelming than usual... probably just a result of the stalling and building. It was weird, she always filed Yoshiki under the impression of 'typical guy,' because he had always seemed to be that kind of person to her. He was proving himself different... at least from Keitaro. She blinked, tiredness making her feel weak. She really should go back to the couch... but what was the point? They lived together so they would still see each other in the morning, and his bed was so warm and comfortable. It wasn't like they were cuddling. It would be fine.