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"Don'tcha think getting touchy-feely might help break the ice?"

This chapter contains sexually explicit content not suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is advised.

Crossing the Line

Chapter 3: Come Together

Naoto had felt a singular, growing bead of sweat run along the side of his face as the heat wafted towards his skin from the oven below. Not only was today also extremely hot outside, but the stove he was cooking on certainly didn't help his situation any, and even with the AC set to max, it was still getting hot inside.

The bead of sweat that was preoccupying his train of thought trailed along the corner of his right brow, threatening to spill down further past his face. Lifting his arm in response, he forced his sweat into the fabric of his shirt to prevent it from falling down and onto the food he was currently preparing for him and Nagatoro. Thankfully, the shirt he was currently wearing wasn't the shirt he intended to wear for their at-home dinner 'date.'

The current time was 1600. Nagatoro wouldn't be at his house for another hour or so, which gave him plenty of time to get ready and change into more suitable clothes.

Bubbling away in the skillet that was resting on the stove before him, were all the contents of both his and Nagatoro's dinner for tonight that he had obtained a few hours earlier by braving the stressful madness of the nearest supermarket and selecting only the freshest ingredients he could. Which was now melding in a fantastic aroma of sugar snap peas, julienned carrots, sliced bell peppers, minced garlic, and chicken breast. He hadn't ever used toasted sesame seed oil before, but he supposed his first attempt was as good as any, and he was sure Nagatoro would be pleased with his culinary creation, nonetheless.

He still remembered the time he brought in his bento boxes for her and her friends to try way back in high school, and he remembered in even more detail the euphoric expressions they made when they tried each of the items he prepared, like a scene straight from that one ecchi anime about food he had watched a few years back. At once, he lamented the fact that he hadn't ever really cooked for her before, despite saying she wanted to eat his cooking again and vice versa. His endless scurrying of daily life robbed him of a lot of time, and the distance created from college had also added to that.

Maybe that was why Nagatoro was so adamant about spending their date at his house?

Maybe that was also why he adored her so much. Not that he ever had a lack of appreciation for the girl before, but it was certainly a feeling that grew the longer he knew her. She was determined, persevering, and never wavered away from a challenge if it meant giving up her goals. She was passionate and he admired and respected her deeply for that. He shook his head of his wandering thoughts and began to focus on the enormity of the task at hand.

Their dinner.

Dinner alone often required a lot of forethought and imagination. Determination, even. And right now, he was the epitome of a determined man. Determined to make the date as enjoyable and memorable for her as possible. The kind of determination that he had always adored her for, he adopted himself for her. And for himself too, but that came as an afterthought.

Unperturbed by his generally nervous nature, Nagatoro had actually been the one to come up with the idea of having a date at his house. In truth, she didn't even mention dinner at all, but he figured it would be a nice touch, regardless. Aloof as he may have been, he always caught the little details. He wasn't the kind of person who was entirely oblivious, especially not anymore. He didn't forget birthdays and he certainly didn't forget the day he met Nagatoro and her friends. Not to toot his own horn, but he remembered holidays and dates where he, Nagatoro, and her friends all went and did things together. Today, for instance, was their first official date where they would be truly alone, and he wanted to make it special as such.

Nagatoro, after all, deserved nothing less.

"We took a wrong turn, sis!" Hayase Nagatoro screeched. Once again, being a part of the Nagatoro family proved that there was no mercy to be had on eardrums. Nagatoro's sister, her older sister to be precise, shot back at Nagatoro with her own energy.

"This time it's your fault!"

"How the hell is it my fault?" Nagatoro accused back, attempting to not get wound up when they were only five minutes away from Naoto's house, now another ten. By this point, she would have had better luck throwing herself out of the car and walking to Naoto's house. It probably would have saved her a bit of time now, except it was unimaginably hot outside and she wasn't about to sweat buckets under her the clothes she had picked out for the date.

It wasn't—by any means—a 'fancy' date, but that didn't mean she wasn't dressed to impress. In fact, quite the opposite. She put on her finest jewelry, and her nicest clothes and even went the stretch to put on a nice little surprise under it all in the form of undergarments. Right now, she certainly didn't want to sweat loads, especially if the night went as she expected it would.

"First, language…" Nagatoro's sister sad with a sharp smile, as if plotting something in her mind. "Second, it's your boyfriend's house we are going to, and you didn't tell me to turn! That automatically makes it your fault, as my copilot."

Her sister stuck her tongue out in mockery, her tongue stained blue from the blue raspberry hard candy she had been eating. Nagatoro froze as she tried to think of a response to her sister but failed as she realized she had—once again—been bested by her elder sister.

"Take the next exit," Nagatoro interjected, trying her best to follow the corrected directions her phone GPS was giving her, but she had more problems using it than imaginable. Turns out, in Japan, google maps is mostly good, but when you look for the finer things, such as specific addresses, the thing pretty much commits suicide and takes you everywhere but where you want to end up.

Being the first time that she was navigating herself to Naoto's house, that already spelled out a recipe for disaster.

"I'm sure your boyfriend won't be upset. He is that artist boy that always came over for you, right? Just tell him you took the scenic route to his house, problem solved." Her older sister continued with a half-joke.

"His name is-" Nagatoro tried to tell her sister, only to once again be interrupted.

"I remember his name. Naoto Hachioji! How could I forget him after my first time meeting him? He may not be my type, but he does have a certain charm about him. Maybe he grew up a little since I've last seen him?"

Nagatoro contemplated for a moment, unsure how to answer her sister, and even more unsure of what her sister was implying. "He has. I suppose I can't really call him a bean sprout anymore; he has gotten a lot more muscular recently. He styles his hair to look like it is spiky and unkempt now too. It's… nice."

"You mean kinda hot? I look forward to seeing him again, in that case! I mean, you're sharing him with your friends, right? What's one more? The more the merrier!"

Nagatoro lit up, not in pleasant surprise or jovial happiness, instead, it was in embarrassment and alertness.

"What?! Don't toy with me!"

"But I do want to see him again?"

Nagatoro didn't respond with words, instead, she formed only a few grumbles. She couldn't be mad at her sister for wanting to meet Naoto again. That would be selfish of her, right? And, if her sister truly did want to join in and pursue Naoto, it wasn't like she could do anything to stop her, that was just the world they lived in.

Perhaps in another life, Nagatoro could have had Naoto to herself. But that was wishful thinking, and she was just thankful to have him at all, all things considered.

After several more minutes of rough copiloting, Nagatoro finally led her sister to Naoto's driveway, which had a nice gate out the front left open for them to drive into his driveway, where they were then met with a very nice house.

"Wow! What a nice place! His parents must be rich! You said they went on a cruise around the world? I wonder where they went. Think he would let me stay a night?"

"Why don't you ask him?" Nagatoro asked her older sister, her tone steady, not showing any anger or malice, but clearly slightly annoyed at her sister's constant jovial ribbing.

"Nah, I was just teasing, that's all." Nagatoro's elder sister discontinued, however, Nagatoro was smart enough to not believe the words her sister spoke. She knew that somewhere, deep inside her sister, was loneliness that was similar to what Maki Gamo had experienced before meeting Naoto. "Besides, don't worry about me! Tonight is all about you and him, right? Have fun on your date!"

Nagatoro stepped out of the car, grabbing her bag from the backseat that had yet another surprise in it for Naoto, though she wouldn't reveal it until later. She looked at her sister before closing the door, and with a sincere smile, spoke to her sister with warmth.

"Thank you for this… I really appreciate everything you do for me." Nagatoro thanked her sister, earning a nod and a bright smile in response. Nagatoro then closed the car door and began to trek to the front door of Naoto's home.

And then her nervousness finally struck in full force. And with each step that brought her closer to the door, that nervousness only grew. Until she rang the doorbell, and the door opened.

Standing behind the door was a very different Naoto than she was used to seeing.

The man that stood in front of her was quite a sight to see, and she was sure her sister behind her was looking the same as she was. The only difference was that Nagatoro couldn't bring herself to look away. Since when did her Senpai become so… handsome?

He wasn't ever bad looking; she wasn't implying that at all. But seeing him in a nice, pressed pair of black dress pants and a nicely tucked-in charcoal dress shirt that fit him damn near perfectly was a sight that left her mind feeling floaty. The top button of his dress shirt was undone, just giving her a glimpse of his chest underneath, and leaving her with a little more fuel for her already out-of-control imagination—which was starting to burn like a California wildfire inside her brain—to run wild with a hunger she didn't know she had.

Well, she knew she had a certain… hunger for him. Yes, since high school she had wanted to get into his pants, and the simple thought of doing exactly that tonight was enough of an excitement inducer for her own personal urges to command herself to throw her at him.

However, the fact her precious senpai had put on a little weight and muscle that only brought out the attractiveness he truly had, was one of the largest turn-ons she had experienced in recent times. And that combined with how he was now confidently showing himself off to her? Well, that was grounds for a conflict to form inside of her, and the choice to actually throw herself at him was the first thing she did in retaliation for the hormonal attack he had just roused inside of her.

In the doorway of Naoto's home, Nagatoro threw her arms around Naoto and kissed him deeply. All the desire she had saved for him through the years bled through her into her kiss to him and forced it to turn into something much deeper than she had originally intended. His hands slowly wrapped around her waist, causing her to jump just a little before she relaxed further into him with a moan.

She was now getting very impatient. Pushing him inside his own home, she used her feet to close the door behind her and let their night start officially.

Naoto certainly wasn't expecting to be pounced on the exact second, he opened the door to his house, but at least it wasn't an unwelcome surprise at all. Nagatoro's lips seemed far smoother than he remembered from their last kiss. Soft, warm, delicate, and with a gentle elasticity that made him completely unable to resist as she poured her emotions out and into him once again. In an act of not knowing what to do, he just followed what he saw and read in anime and shows and took her bottom lip between his teeth, earning a soft mewling sound from the girl as she gripped the back of his head and shirt to pull him even closer while also forcing him further back into his home.

Nagatoro seemed to have other plans for their night than he did, not to say he was entirely unprepared or unwelcoming for what she wanted to do—in fact, he was rather looking forward to it behind his unbelievable amounts of nervousness. It just so happened to turn out that they would be doing things in… reverse order to what he had in mind.

Naoto wasn't sure how long they had been kissing for now, and he also wasn't sure when he had backed so far into the house that the door could close. Nor did he even notice when the door closed. Not that it matters any now, though. Naoto eventually decided to escalate the situation a little further by pressing his tongue against Nagatoro's mouth, which opened to accept him without any hesitation. He ran his tongue along her teeth, the feeling of her uniquely sharp fangs caused a slight shiver to race through him. At the same time, his blood began to rush away from his brain into a much more… dangerous spot.

"Ha… Naoto…" Nagatoro murmured out as they pulled away for just a moment. Her half-lidded eyes stared at him with a seduction he couldn't look away from. Naoto was in too deep of troubled waters now to swim out, and the only way forward was to keep swimming deeper. In his case, in particular, that was exactly what he decided to do with his hands.

He trailed his fingers from her hips to a much more delicate place of hers, earning him yet another moan from the beautiful tan girl who was now putting forcing herself closer to him for more contact.

"Naughty Senpai~ are you trying to beat me to the punch?" Nagatoro teased, pushing him away from her slightly, just enough for her to completely blue-ball Naoto right at the start of their fun. "You'll have to wait! Didn't your parents ever teach you that dessert comes last?"

"I didn't know dinner rules applied to adults." Naoto quickly shot back, catching Nagatoro off-guard just slightly before an incredible, toothy smile spread across her face.

"Hmm, I suppose you're right," Nagatoro said, staring him down with the same half-lidded eyes filled with lust and want. "What are you waiting for then? Take me to your bedroom."

Deciding that any hesitation right now would give Nagatoro more reasons to tease him, he simply grabbed her hands and began to lead her through the kitchen, past the food he had set out on the dinner table for the two of them and led her up the stairs and into his room, not even bothering to close the door behind them as they entered.

Screw the dinner, he wanted his dessert first and he was going to eat it too.

Nagatoro laid onto his bed, and he was pulled down with her in a tangled mess. Her black dress on his satin red bed sheets, with him above her was something he would never get out of his head, but it was also a sight he couldn't fully enjoy as he was pulled into her lips once more. He was addicted already, and he couldn't get enough of her.

You see, Naoto always had a bit of a sweet tooth, especially when he was younger. And Nagatoro had just introduced him to his new favorite candy in the form of her lips that were giving him a heart-throbbing sugar rush with each gentle suck and lick he gave them. He couldn't stop his dirty mind from roaming free and wondering how it would feel to have her lips touch other places on his body, and honestly? If you were in the same position he was in, you wouldn't be able to help yourselves either.

Not like something like that would ever happen though, he had already decided tonight was the night he claimed Nagatoro for himself and vice versa.

His right hand trailed along her smooth palate body, towards the hem of her skirt, his mind so far gone and lost to desire he might as well have been operating on autopilot. It was far too late to change the situation now, so he simply continued his hand movement, hiking it gently up her thigh, much to Nagatoro's evident pleasure. The heat that was forming inside himself was steadily becoming unbearable, and he was sure Nagatoro was feeling the same way he was, judging from the moans and cute little pants she was giving him that tingled him inside like some kind of ASMR.

Nagatoro—for a second time that night—pushed him away teasingly.

"Watch." Nagatoro's voice—filled with wanton desire—came out as a command he was far too willing to follow. Naoto leaned back on his bed as she moved herself out from under him and stood in his view perfectly, feeling both very excited and very nervous. "I want to do something very special for you."

"A-and that would be?" Naoto asked, but his response never came.

Nagatoro simply began a gentle sway and swerve of her hips, slowly. But that wasn't all, her arms trailed along her body, from hips to chest, then up to her shoulders, where she grabbed the straps to her dress and gave them a gentle pull.

Her red dress fell from her shoulders, and Naoto could start to easily see the mystery color of the night. Black. At the moment, he could only see the black string of her bra, but he could also immediately tell the bra was by no means a normal bra. Her dress crumbles up as it falls to the floor at her feet only a moment later. Naoto couldn't help but get excited after seeing the erotic wear she had decided to wear. He wouldn't have ever anticipated that he would see Nagatoro in such… lacy undergarments.

In front of him, clad in only her underwear, was the same goddess-like beauty he had always admired in high school. She still confidently wore her swimmer's tan, and the clothes she wore… well Naoto recognized them because he had done his own research once or twice on women's sexy clothing for… art purposes. Nagatoro stood before him in a black caged bikini, with mesh knit floral designs that were just transparent enough to let him peak at the skin underneath.

To be clear, it certainly wasn't a bikini bottom meant to be worn in public. It had strappy designs that lifted up her hips, creating a completely eye-catching V around her hips, and her balconette lace bra matched her bottom perfectly with the same design. Nagatoro suddenly turned around, and just like she had done to him in high school when she was modeling for him in her school swim gear, she stuck her ass out towards him and looked back.

The same v-cut from the front came back together in the back. A cheeky back cut, held together by a neat little black ribbon was enough to almost sent him over his own edge, but he was much more strong-willed than that and held himself back from his urges.

"Oh my, does Senpai like girls in sexy underwear? Pervy Senpai~" Nagatoro teased, but the words entered his ears and flowed right out the other side with ease. The reason for that was thanks to his brain being turned to mush from her appearance.

She was just too damn sexy.

Nagatoro moved towards him, each step offering a sway that hypnotized him like he was on drugs. His arousal was at peak levels, and the dress pants he wore caused him some discomfort he was hoping to be rid of already, but Nagatoro had other plans, and she bent towards him with a cute, innocent smile before she quickly straddled his lap, pushing her hips towards him and grating herself almost perfectly against his erection.

"Don'tcha think getting touchy-feely might help break the ice?" Nagatoro asked in a whisper, her lips just gently grazing his ear and moving down to the side of his neck, leaving a trail of kisses as she went. "Touch me."

Like the teasing temptress Nagatoro had always been, she began to gyrate her hips against him as erotically as she could, letting her feet be stationary around his own to keep him in place. Naoto moved his hands from her hips to her back, and then gently snaked them down to her butt, grabbing a handful for only a moment before his hands moved their way down her stomach shortly after that and landed on the delicate skin under her silky-smooth underwear. His finger grazing her softer lower lips sent electricity shooting through him that only added to his arousal.

Nagatoro had also felt the jolt of electricity shoot through her body from his touch as wetness began to form between her legs. His hand began to move up and down in delicate, gentle strokes, massaging her in a way that felt far better than when she did it herself. His other hand moved up to caress her chest, kneading her sensitive flesh through her bra for just a few seconds before also moving them around and unclipping the fabric off her shoulders enough for him to toss her bra to the ground just as haphazardly as her dress was. After that, Nagatoro was almost completely bare. Every part of her was now almost exposed to him, and that thought alone turned her on even more than she could have imagined.

Nagatoro gave him a swift push down onto his bed though, and he was forced onto his back by the girl, who began to rock herself down his body slowly, unbuttoning his shirt slowly as she went.

Until she finally reached his pants, which also stood no chance against her quick fingers.

"I think you're wearing too much~" Nagatoro gave one last tease before she grabbed the hem of his hands and gave them one strong tug.

And pulled off a little more than she intended. Her teasing and easing foreplay had suddenly escalated quickly. Very quickly. She was slapped in the face by his cock, and she was taken by even more surprise by how big it looked, standing erect with bare skin around his crotch area. Was everyone as well-hung as he was, or was he just gifted in particular?

"N-Nagatoro…"

"Senpai…" there was uncertainty waiving in her voice as she spoke this time. But the cloudiness in her mind drowned her worries away with a profound sense of conviction. She lifted her eyes and looked Naoto in his eyes carefully as she reached out and grabbed his cock with a gentle stroke and placed a gentle kiss on the head of it as if testing and gauging his reaction. Deciding she liked the moan he made, she licked along the head and veiny parts on top like a lollipop before she started over from the base of his shaft, paying special attention to his balls by offering them a tease of their own from her hands, then giving a long lick from his balls up to his head and taking him deep into her mouth.

She hadn't had any practice, she had only learned from videos and books, so she took great pride in herself when she saw him fling his head back with an open mouth. Naoto groaned out, doing his best to stifle his moan. She smirked around his shaft as an idea came to her at that moment. She pulled her head away from his shaft, a thick trail of saliva mixed with his pre-ejaculate fluid trailing from her lips as she moved away. She grabbed his cock and began to jerk him off in painfully slow strokes. She could tell he wanted her to keep going with her mouth, but she had other plans.

Things had escalated quickly to get them to this point already, so why couldn't she have just a little bit of evil fun toying with her senpai like old times?

"Maybe we should… slow it down a little?" Nagatoro began with an awkward smile. The problem with her teasing him now, mid-blowjob, was that he might agree with her, and that would be the end of the fun she was having. So, she would have to do just enough to keep him going.

However, she wasn't expecting what happened next. He stood quickly and picked her up in a movement that left her dazed and confused. Before she even knew what was happening, she was on her back, and he was above her. The same as when they first came into his room.

"I think we should change positions and worry about our date later," Naoto spoke to her with a voice far deeper and huskier than even he was used to.

It appeared that Nagatoro had instead awoken something inside of him.

"G-going straight for dessert again, I see," Nagatoro spoke, not trying at all to fight back. She was curious about what her senpai was going to do to her, and she was far more excited about this than she had been for almost anything she could remember in recent times.

Naoto didn't reply to her.

He did want his dessert.

Naoto moved his hands from his side and clutched her pillow-soft thighs from behind and used them as leverage to pull himself up to her vagina. He wasted no time treating her panties similar to how she did his pants, yanking them off and tossing them aside, and finally starting his assault on her lower lips in the only way he knew how… orally. His tongue dug deep inside of her, as deep as he could manage, tasting and feeling every inch of her as he went, pulling away slightly only to suck her drooling labia a second later with a new amount of found vigor.

"You look like a dog, licking me like that~" Nagatoro couldn't help but make one last tease. Under it all, she was still very nervous and tried desperately not to show it.

"I guess I'm a dog now." Naoto couldn't help but chuckle for a moment, and the sound made her smile. Naoto then moved his head back and continued his work on her.

"Ahaha! That tickles! Ahh, sorry, I'm just kidding, Sen—" Nagatoro froze as Naoto made a particularly strong suck "Ahh! T-there…"

Nagatoro finally moaned out her honest feelings, her mental walls breaking down as the pleasure began to take its hold on her. Not only did her moans turn him on and make him feel like he was doing a good job pleasing her, but she also unintentionally was showing him exactly what it was she wanted him to do to her. And the verbal forwardness of her yelling how she wanted him to please her made everything just so, so much better. So, he did as she instructed him and continued sucking and licking the places that she told him to and squeezed his hands tighter on her thighs as he dug his tongue in deeper.

With each suck and lick he gave her, he sent wave after crashing wave of pleasure through her body that none of the toys she had ever bought and used, or her fingers ever had before. She snaked her hands down her body and grabbed his head, taking fistfuls of his unkempt brown hair into her hand and in between her fingers, keeping his head planted firmly between her legs as his tongue worked magic on her lower regions. His tongue traced her folds up and down, and then wiggled in and out of her as she melted into the feelings that each and every single warm and wet movement brought her. She was already close to her climax, but he moved his mouth and took her clit into his mouth, and sucked as hard as he could. She threw her head back and released a sharp and loud moan as her orgasm shook her body. He sucked harder while she came.

"Ahh! I'm cumming, Senpai!" She yelled out her pleasure as her legs began to buckle under her, she moaned in pleasure as she rode out each crashing wave of her orgasm and pulled his head in closer to her as she rode cloud nine, squeezing her legs together around his head in a leg lock as she began to shake from the extreme orgasm that made her feel like her soul was leaving her body. Each breath she took came out as a pleasured moan. Nagatoro released Naoto at that moment from her leg clamp, and he moved up to rest above her. He took his shirt off and tossed it aside, leaving his toned body perfectly situated for her to admire.

Her boyfriend had become quite the handsome man. She couldn't help but think how lucky she was. Nagatoro threw her arms out around Naoto's neck and kissed him, shifting her weight in a roll and situating herself on top of him.

"I love you Naoto. I've loved you since I first met you." Nagatoro began, finally speaking the words she had always wanted to say to him. "And I belong to you. No one else."

"I love you too, Nagatoro," Naoto replied without any hesitation of his own.

"Then… please be gentle with me. I know I talk a big game to you all the time, but I don't have any experience. Hell, you're also the first boy I've ever kissed, so you're already more experienced than me in that regard." Nagatoro gently spoke to him.

Nagatoro positioned herself over him, pressing his penis against her inner labia and rubbing it against her as she spoke to him. She slowly lowered herself down onto his steel-hard cock. And just before they exchanged their V-cards, Nagatoro gave him a smile that made his heart melt. She sat down fully onto him, taking his full length into the core of her body. She fell forward onto him the moment after, her first time taxing her energy from her like it was nothing. But she was filled with something much more than a feeling of exhaustion. More than pleasure and so much more than just a feeling of being filled up.

She felt loved. She felt unbelievably happy. Like a blank space in her heart had finally been filled.

"We're finally together, Naoto." She whispered in his ear. "Look… I've never felt so… happy."

"I… think we forgot the condom." Naoto pointed out between his own pants of air.

"It's fine. I've heard it feels better without one." Nagatoro began, "And besides. Haven't you heard? It's impossible to get pregnant in hentai."

"What?" Naoto asked with confusion, thinking he had just heard something he wasn't ever anticipating hearing.

"I said today is a safe day." Nagatoro corrected herself.

"Ah…" Naoto discontinued, knowing full well such days never existed aside from in Hentai.

Nagatoro picked herself up off his body in a steady and slow movement, making sure he felt the entire movement as her warm and slick inner walls clutched around him. He was losing his mind as she moved slowly. She dropped herself back down onto him slowly, picking up the pace as he began to match her with hip movements of his own.

"Ahnn… this feels amazing!" Nagatoro squealed out, moving her hips steadily as his penis slid in and out with ease as the feeling was starting to send him over his limit. He was going to bust soon. He was a little disappointed in himself at how short he lasted,

"Nagatoro… I'm—"

"Do it! Let it out inside me! Fill me up with your hot sticky cum until I'm gasping for air!" She yelled, picking up her pace and slamming down onto him with more vigor than before. (Ten points to anyone who knows what that's from.)

And that did it for him. He blew his load into her, shooting hot string after string of his semen into her already dripping vagina. But she kept riding him as he came, bouncing her derriere against his legs and coaxing more of his semen out of him that dripped out of her in the form of a creamy white substance that covered his cock in both of their mixed love juices.

"Ahh! Nagatoro!" Naoto yelled out, lost in his own pleasure. Nagatoro stopped as she rode out her orgasm, her legs started shaking and struggling to keep her moving as he came inside of her like a true H-protagonist, and she fell over on top of him as he pumped into her. She looked completely exhausted, almost like she was done.

"Ahh… I love this feeling! It feels so amazing!" Nagatoro continued to exclaim as she rode out each crashing wave of her orgasm. But Naoto recovered first, and a sexual drive he never knew about had taken over his mind to an extreme level as he listened to her moans that coaxed him into a desire for more. He had lost the game and won the race, and he wanted more screams of pleasure from her.

He flipped her over onto her hands and knees while her legs were still slightly shaking and thrust into her again, her walls pulsing around his cock as he went into her while she was still clearly riding out her mind-breaking orgasm. He pulled himself out far enough to only leave the head of his penis just barely inside her and then thrust himself back into her warm folds, savoring the feeling of her pulsating walls and suction against his sensitive flesh as he did so. She yelled out in pleasure as his penis all but split her.

"Ahhnn! Naoto! I'm cumming again! Ahh!" Nagatoro screamed in a desperate attempt to get him to slow down. However, he kept thrusting his giant shaft into her without any remorse. He wanted to make her cum, over and over again, and that was the goal he set for himself while holding her legs apart to allow him to better pleasure her with his hip movements. Her legs trembled in his hands from pleasure with each thrust, the pleasure she received from him making love to her was more than enough to send her into yet another fit of pleasurable orgasms. She was done for after her third orgasm, but he kept her going, her mind already turned to mush—much like his own—as she rode to a new pleasurable high, she had never reached before.

She moaned with each thrust he made into her, grunting himself with each thrust as he felt himself growing closer and closer to yet another orgasm of his own.

"I'm cumming again!" Nagatoro screamed out, her walls tightening around his shaft once more that day.

And sure enough, she came exactly as she said she would.

This time though, they came together.

Her juices all but sprayed out onto him as if she were a professional porn star, her juices running down his legs and soaking into his bed below as she rode out yet another one of her orgasms. Her legs were completely shaking now and without any strength, and her arms flailed out to her sides, clutching the satin red fabric of the bed and squeezing her hands together as she rode out her orgasm with hearts in her eyes. Seeing such a sight only added to his arousal as he pounded away at her pulsating, mid-orgasming vagina, forcing her tongue to roll out slightly as he was so close to reaching his own high once more. He brought his hand between her legs as he thrust in and began to pinch her clit once more.

And maybe he was bullying her by this point because it wasn't any more than a few seconds later that she screamed into the emptiness of his room like she was experiencing the most tormenting pleasure ever and reached yet another climax. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head and drool began to form at the corner of her lips as she couldn't bring herself to act refined and collected while her head swirled in messed-up pleasure. Her back arched as she came around his dick, her chest to the bed and ass lifted into the air with his hands around her waist in support to her ass, and with one last grunt and thrust, he shot his last load of the night deep into her dripping sex, letting every pulse of his semen fill her deepest parts as she moaned and screamed her pleasure to the world.

Naoto let her go shortly after he was finished with his orgasm and fell beside her in exhaustion. She rolled over onto him and rested her head on his chest, grabbed the covers of his bed, and threw them over their bodies to keep the warmth they shared between the two of them.

"I love you Naoto." Nagatoro panted out.

"I love you too." Naoto returned her feeling in full. Nagatoro's hands trailed from his chest down even lower.

"Look… you're all ready for another round. Is it usually like this?" Nagatoro teased.

"No, not usually." Naoto began, "It's probably just because… it's you…"

"Aww, isn't that just nice?" Nagatoro smiled wickedly before lifting a shaky leg. "Well then, why don't you get going again?"

End of Chapter 3: Come Together

Wait, you thought that was all for Naoto and Nagatoro? But wait, there's more in the next chapter! Their actual date happens in reverse order next chapter! Because, let's be honest, in real hentai… dates come after sex!

I know you're all wondering how I'm gonna top this for Yoshi's shining moment, and well… don't worry about it! There will be justice for Yoshi, just as I plan to make Gamo's scene the most beautiful of all of them. You should be asking yourselves the more urgent questions… like what was in Nagatoro's bag for Senpai?

Leave me a review and let me know how I did!

As always,

"-Stay Awesome!"