The next morning, Jun's father called to say that he would be staying at the hospital with his sister while her cousin recovered. "There's some money in my dresser if you need it," he told her, "and you can call the hospital if you need anything else."
"We'll be fine, Dad," she assured him. "Let me know how Daisuke is doing, okay?
Hanging up the phone, she walked past Kazuya's room and heard the strange muttering again but still couldn't make out any words. Again when she knocked, the mumbling stopped. "Kazuya? You awake?"
"Yes."
"Can I come in?"
"I guess so."
Shutting the door behind her, she smiled uneasily. "Ohaiyo."
"Ohaiyo," he said blandly.
He must have woken up only a little while earlier, as he still had his shirt off. Having never seen a man shirtless before, she realized to her embarrassment that she had been staring at his upper body and quickly averted her eyes. "Dad's still at the hospital so it's just us for now. I guess my aunt's a mess. Anyways, uh…how'd you sleep?" she prattled, rubbing her toes on the floor. She stared at the ground in order to avoid ogling his six-pack.
"Fine, thanks."
Great, he was back to his usual reticent self. "What are you going to do today? Any fun plans?"
"I don't know. Train, I guess."
Not wanting him to retreat back inside himself, she shyly requested, "Kazuya, maybe this sounds dumb, but would you…teach me karate?"
This got his attention. "Eh?"
Blushing again, she repeated, "I want to learn karate. Why don't you teach me? Beats paying for an instructor."
Kazuya shot her a quizzical look, and when she giggled nervously, he relaxed a bit and nodded. "Sure, why not?"
Clapping her hands in glee, she laughed and said, "So what should I wear?"
"Something that gives you room to move around," he suggested.
"Okay. How about after breakfast?"
It was kind of cute how she was so excited about learning martial arts. "That's fine," he couldn't help grinning.
"Great!" She winked at him before bounding out the door. "Hope you like bacon and eggs!" Still laughing at her exuberance, he pulled on a T-shirt and made his way over to the kitchen where good as her word, Jun was laying bacon strips in a pan. He suddenly realized how hungry he was. "Coming through," she announced, as she heaped his plate with greasy food.
"Thanks, Jun." It made her heart skip to watch him tear into his breakfast. He seemed a little different since their kiss the night before, more alive. Trying not to be too obvious about watching him, she refilled the pan with bacon and continued to cook. Kazuya looked up briefly from his eggs to regard Jun as she expertly flipped an omelette and wondered why he had never noticed how pretty she was before today. Feeling his gaze on her, she turned her head and he quickly pretended to be absorbed with his meal. This was all getting to be a bit weird.
After the dishes had been put away, Kazuya changed into his gi and waited for Jun outside. Though it was only ten in the morning, it was already very hot and only promised to get worse as the day progressed. Stretching in the shade of a tree, he heard footsteps behind him and turned around. Wearing a tiny white tank top and a pair of old running shorts, she asked, "Um, is this okay?"
Christ, the shorts she had on must have been from when she was still in grammar school, as they barely covered all of her ass. They were really more like underwear now than shorts and gave an unobstructed view of her slim legs. "Uh, yeah, that's fine," he nodded with a dazed look.
"Kazuya, are you okay?" She looked at him with concern.
"Oh yeah, fine," he said, laughing awkwardly. He had to remind himself that this was the same girl who he used to play with as a child. Clearing his throat, he motioned for them to begin.
After a few hours of walking her through the basics, the sun was high and the temperature had gone up about ten degrees. Both teenagers were covered in a thin layer of sweat when they finally stopped to take a break. "Thanks, Kazuya," she grinned, breathing heavily.
"You catch on fast," he said with approval.
"I had a good teacher is all I guess," she teased him.
Feeling very hot all of a sudden, he asked, "Uh, would it make you uncomfortable if I took my top off? It's getting really warm."
Hoping that her face wasn't flaming, she shook her head. "No, that's fine. It is pretty hot." She tried to look unimpressed as he took his shirt off. Apparently he was used to training shirtless, as she could seen a small band of untanned skin along the waistband of his pants. Damn, he had a fabulous body.
"Something wrong?"
"What? Oh, uh, no. Nothing," she giggled nervously. She made a mental note to be better about not staring so shamelessly at him. "Whew, it is really hot today, isn't it?"
Kazuya's face brightened. "Hey, let's go swimming."
Remembering the river where they used to take refuge during the hot summers, she smiled when she thought about how they'd both splash around like maniacs without even bothering to wear swimsuits. "That's sounds like heaven. Let me grab a few towels." When they reached the stream, she waded in until she was about knee deep and sighed at how cool the water felt on her feet. "Kimochi!" she squealed happily. Only wearing his boxers, Kazuya entered the water and was making his way to where she stood when he suddenly slipped and fell backwards into the water. The combination of the way he screwed up his face as well as the fact that he was rubbing his butt in pain caused her to laugh uncontrollably.
"Urusai!" he barked.
His indignation at being the source of her amusement only made her laugh harder. "I though martial arts was supposed to help you with balance!" she joked.
"Konnoyaro!" Rising to his feet, he tackled her, knocking her into a deeper part of the river.
"Hey!" she gasped, shocked by the cold water.
Smirking, Kazuya shrugged innocently. "What? I gave you a martial arts lesson this morning. What's your excuse?"
Annoyed at being taken by surprise, she stood up and yelled, "You slipped. I was knocked over." A sudden change in his facial expression silenced her and he stood rooted to the spot with his mouth hanging open. "What?" she snapped. Following his line of sight, she looked down and saw that the river water had turned her white tank top semi-transparent and her cold-hardened nipples were proudly visible under the wet fabric. "Oh my god!" Covering her breasts with her arms, she heard a loud splash and looked up to see Kazuya seated chest deep in the water. "What the hell was that for?"
"Nothing!" he shouted angrily. Thankfully, the cold water was rapidly shrinking his erection.
"I guess we have to start wearing bathing suits if we're going to do this, huh?" she grinned sheepishly.
Unable to stay serious, Kazuya began cracking up and they both laughed at the ridiculousness of the situation. "Come on," he said, still laughing. "Let's go grab our suits." Holding a towel to her front, she nodded in agreement. An hour later, they were enjoying themselves again without the concern of exposing their anatomical differences, although Kazuya did notice that even though he couldn't see her nipples directly, he could still see their outline as they poked through her suit. They were really quite nice actually and he had to sit down again when he found himself getting hard. Fortunately, Jun seemed oblivious to his problem and playfully splashed him harder whenever he immersed his lower half.
After cavorting in the water for a few hours, the two began to get hungry and decided to set off for home. "Just like old times, huh?" she sighed as they strolled back to her house.
"Yeah, just like old times," he agreed, except for the fact that now instead of thinking of her as a kid, he saw her as a woman.
Entering the house, she tucked a strand of damp hair behind her ear and said, "I'll make us an early dinner."
"Okay. I'm feeling a little heat-stroked. I think I'll go lie down for a bit." She didn't respond, as she was already busy selecting pots and pans for the meal. Stripping off his trunks, he lay on top of the sheets and closed his eyes. He'd had fun today, even if there had been a few awkward moments. It was nice spending time with Jun and he had a new appreciation for her body after her mishap earlier. Remembering how enticing her breasts looked in her wet tank, his cock began to swell again and he didn't even notice that his hand had wandered down to work his stiffening shaft. Having never masturbated before, he groaned as he pleasured himself, the clear fluid escaping his head enhancing the sensation. Imagining her naked amplified the feeling and he fantasized about taking her nipples between his teeth. Unable to keep his voice down, he moaned ardently as he began approaching orgasm.
Hearing him from the kitchen, Jun walked over to his door, which was not fully shut and heard what sounded like groans of pain. Worried that he had somehow hurt himself, she flung open the door. "Kazuya! Are you okay? I – " She stopped midsentence when she saw him holding his erect prick in his fist.
"Oh my god, Jun!" he sputtered, right as he came. She watched mesmerized as long ropey streams of white fluid spewed out of him as he shook involuntarily from head to toe, his breath coming in short ragged gasps. The first few shots flew above his head, sliding down the wall in small gobs. The following spurts landed on his chest and abdomen. Not knowing what to do, she ran out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Wishing he could die right at that moment, Kazuya hid his face in his hands and muttered. "Shit." Sitting up, he observed the mess he had made and began cleaning himself off. A few minutes later, there was a tentative knock at the door. "Go away!" he snarled.
"Kazuya, I'm sorry, I should have knocked…I thought you were hurt," her contrite voice explained through the door. "Can I come in?"
"Hell no!" He could feel the blood rising in his cheeks. How was he supposed to stay in this house after the show he'd just put on for her? He'd never felt more embarrassed in his life and he doubted if he would ever be able to look her in the face again.
"Kazuya, please…" He strained to hear her words. Wait, was she crying?
"Jun, are you – are you crying?" he asked incredulously.
"No," she sniffled miserably. She was definitely crying. "Please, can I come in?"
Slumping his shoulders in resignation, he pulled on an old pair of sweat pants and slowly opened the door. He nearly fell over when she hugged him anxiously.
"I'm sorry, Kazuya!" she sobbed. "I didn't mean to walk in on you! I was just worried about you! I should have knocked! That was so rude of me! Please don't be angry with me!" She began to cry even harder.
Kazuya couldn't believe that he actually felt like laughing. Here he was, mortified that she had caught him jacking off, and she was the one who was taking it hard. Relieved that she didn't seem to view him as a pervert, he put a consoling hand on her back and said, "It's okay, Jun. I'm not mad."
"Really?" She hiccupped and looked into his face. "You're not – you're not mad at me?"
He smiled wryly. "Well, it was your fault that it happened in the first place."
Wiping her face with her hand, she sniffed, "What do you mean?"
Blushing, he looked away. "Nothing. Ignore what I just said."
"Was it because I kissed you yesterday?"
Laughing awkwardly, he said, "Well, that and the view I had earlier today."
Her cheeks colored and she looked down, still with her arms wrapped around his waist. "You got excited because of me?"
"Yeah," he grinned sheepishly. "Sorry, Jun."
To his shock, she grinned back. "Don't be sorry, Kazuya. Actually, I'm really flattered."
"Really?" He couldn't believe that she was serious.
"Really." She was quiet for a moment and added shyly, "Actually, you do the same for me, too."
Stunned, he didn't know what to say. "Are you pulling my leg?"
Giggling, she shook her head. "I like looking at you. I don't know why, but it makes me feel all dizzy to be close to you like this. Huh?" Looking down, she saw him tenting against her through his sweats.
"Gomen!" Ashamed, he tried to pull away but she held him close to her.
"Can I – can I touch it?" she asked hesitantly.
"Uh, sure, if you want to," he said lamely. His cock jerked when she ran her fingers over it.
"So hard," she murmured, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Can I…see it?"
His throat went bone dry and he tried to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. "I – uh – I guess so." Hoping that she wasn't going to change her mind and slap him, he slowly lowered his sweatpants off his hips.
Her eyes flew open at the sight of his cock sticking straight out at her. "Are they usually so big?" Looking into his eyes, she asked, "Can I?" When he nodded, she took his shaft in her hand and gave it a little squeeze, causing him to moan. "Did I hurt you?" she asked nervously.
"No." His voice was breathless. "It feels…so good."
"The skin is so soft," she admired, lightly touching him. "It's like a baby's."
The fact that a pretty girl was expertly massaging his dick became too much for him and he threw her onto the bed and began kissing her roughly. After recovering from her surprise, Jun wrapped her arms behind his neck and began returning his kisses. One of his hands stole under her cotton summer dress and began playing with her breast, sending little waves of pleasure through her body. "Kazuya," she moaned airily.
"Just tell me if you want me to stop and I will," he panted, his face buried in her neck. He let out a cry as he felt her fingers encircle his cock. "God, Jun, you feel so good." Leaving her breast, he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and was amazed to find that she was wet. "You're all slippery," he observed, and bringing his fingers to his nose he sniffed first and then tentatively licked one of his fingers.
"Oh my god, Kazuya, that's gross, don't do that!" she squealed. She couldn't believe it when he began sucking his fingers hungrily.
"You taste really good," he said eagerly. "Can I taste you again?"
"Are you sure you want to do that?" she asked uneasily. "I mean it sounds kind of gro-OSS!" She yelped as he pulled down her panties and began exploring her with his mouth. Licking her impatiently, he briefly wondered if women were supposed to taste good when suddenly she howled, bucking against his jaw. He was about to ask her if she was alright when he felt something squirt onto his face. When she had calmed down enough to speak, she looked embarrassed and cried, "Oh no! Did I pee on you? Oh god, I'm so embarrassed!" She hid her crimson face in her hands.
"It doesn't smell like pee," he noted. "I think you did what I did when you walked in on me."
Her eyebrows flew up. "Can women do that?"
"I don't know," he said truthfully. "But I wouldn't complain if you did it again."
She giggled at the happy expression on his face. Getting on her hands and knees she crawled to him and nuzzled his cock. "Can I see what you taste like?" He nodded and shivered as she licked the tip of his head. "Mmm, I like it," she grinned, before engulfing him in her mouth.
She had barely had him in her mouth for a minute when he cried, "Oh fuck, Jun, I'm going to lose it. I – " Feeling him twitch, she coughed as he sent a spray of hot semen into her mouth. Not knowing what to do, she swallowed the fluid. It was more bitter than the clear stuff, but not bad. "Sorry!" he stammered.
Giggling again, she wiped her mouth. "No, I – I kind of liked it," she admitted.
"Really?"
"Mm hm."
"Oh, that's a relief!" Kazuya sighed, falling backwards onto the bed. Suddenly he yawned. "I feel super sleepy right now for some reason."
Seeing him yawn, she felt one of her own coming on. "Weird. Me too. Wanna take a nap?"
"Sure." Scooting over to make room for her, she happily snuggled into his side and the two drifted off into a peaceful afterglow.
kimochi: feels good
urusai: shut up
konnoyaro: why you little
gomen: sorry
