Chapter 2 The Mysterious Addiction ~Tsubaki~
Things had been going good for me and Urabe. It was a little awkward the first couple days afterwards, but her calm personality helped me. The problem was, she wouldn t talk about it. Every time I tried to bring it up in conversation, she would give that death glare of hers, and I would immediately stopped. I don t even remember how we got it started in the first place. I was just at her house because she said she had something to show me, and next thing you know, that happened. Things were definitely better off, though. It was the summer, so I would wait at our usual meeting place for Urabe. Ever since that day, instead of her feeding me her drool on her finger, we would kiss. It wasn t the most romantic of kisses, but I looked forward to it everyday.
~Urabe~
I woke up at about 7. I wasn t wearing any clothes, as I had decided the erotic dreams I had about Tsubaki were enjoyable, to say the least. Tsubaki and I usually met at 11, so I had some time to get ready. Something was bothering me, though. Tsubaki and I had gone to the cinema a couple of days earlier, and he had tried to talk about That Day. I shot him down of course, but not because just didn t want to talk about, it s because I m embarrassed. I was very up front that day. I said a lot of things I usually wouldn t say, and I knew Tsubaki was going to ask me about that. Maybe I should finally talk to him about it. We had to take care of it eventually, right? I did enjoy our kisses, and every time we kissed, I knew he was thinking about it. Wait, he could do the same now, couldn t he? Shoot.
When we I arrived, he was already there, leaning against the fence. I had decided a couple important things on how this was going to go. I had brought my scissors, of course, and I had rehearsed what I was going to say on the way there. When I got off my bike, I looked at him for a couple seconds. He said nothing, but I knew he was thinking about it.
Tsubaki, I think you ve wanted to talk about something for a while.
He nodded sheepishly, and said, Yeah. I, I, uh... He stammered for a little bit, obviously treading carefully.
I want to do it again, Urabe. I showed no emotion on my face, than began to spin, preparing to pull my scissors out.
Urabe! I m sorry! He raised his arms to protect himself, but I went for the little box on the ground beside him. When I was done, he looked around, and saw the pile of shredded cardboard next to him. But I noticed that something was wrong. There was a little cut on the leg of his pants, halfway down his shin. He suddenly winced, and I noticed bit of blood through the cut. Without saying a word, even though I was shocked that I messed up, I crouched down and lifted up his pants leg a little. I gasped when I saw the cut. It wasn t very deep, but it went from the front of his shin all the way to the side, and a generous amount of blood was coming out.
Oh gosh, Tsubaki I m sorry!
It s not that bad, Urabe, but then he really looked at it, and said Oh.
Tsubaki, get on my bike, I ll take you to my house. He nodded at me, looking a little pale, although I m pretty sure it was because we were going to my apartment again. When we arrived, I cleaned it, and it looked a lot better without the blood there. I put a bandage on it, and looked up at Tsubaki, who was sitting on my bed, and noticed he had a little nosebleed. His eyes were locked onto something, and then I realized the dress I had on was pretty low cut, and from the positions we were in, he could see straight down at my chest. I looked him in the eye, and it took a second for him to notice me. When he did, he blushed and turned away. I stood up, took his head in my hands, and kissed him. A good one this time.
~Tsubaki~
When Urabe kissed me, I could tell it was different. Instead of just pushing her tongue in my mouth for a little bit, like we usually did, her tongue stayed there, swirling around mine. I was a little shocked, but I eventually got a hold of myself and returned the action. I took my hand and put on the side of her chest, waiting for a reaction. After nothing, I tapped her twice, and when the kiss became more vigorous, I took that as a yes. I took her dress, and lifted it over her head, missing the feel of her lips instantly when we had to break apart. I took the moment to tak of my shirt, and we resumed the kiss. I ran my hands over Urabe s bra covered breasts. She shivered a little, and reached behind her back to undo it. It fell off, and my hands cupped her heavy breasts. I pinched her nipples lightly, soliciting another shiver. She pushed my chest, forcing my onto my back on her bed. Her hooked her thumbs on the straps of her panties and pulled them off, me doing the same with my pants and underwear. She took my erect penis, and placed it at the entrance of her vagina. We had totally skipped over the foreplay, too much tension had built up from last time.
Mikoto, I love you.
I love you too, Akira.
Tune in next time for satisfaction!