Disclaimer: This story isn't based on any particular Anime or Manga, so all of the characters are mine. Please ask me before using any of the characters in this story. Thanks to D. J. Scales for the story request.

Warning: This story is rated M for sexual content, which includes anal, Hentai, masturbation, and mature content. If you are under the age of 18, then please read with caution since you are under-aged. You have been warned. Chapter One: The Assignment

The sunlight was shimmering through the enormous classroom windows, as thirty aligned wooden desks sat across the smooth wooden floorboards. A Senior high school student, in whom the males wore sapphire jackets over short sleeved white shirts with black pants, occupied each seat. The females wore sapphire jackets over white short sleeved blouses with plaid black and silver mini skirts. Black leggings went up to the knees for modesty. The instructor, an elderly man of brown soft eyes with a gray suit, stood at the front of the room with his right hand shakily writing the instructions in white chalk across the blackboard.

"This assignment will be due in two weeks," he explained with a raspy voice. "You will each be assigned to a partner, and you will be assigned a chapter. You must write a 500-word essay on it describing the character development, plot change, and any other significant details. Then each group will present the information to the class." He began to write each student name paired with another by group number, in which the digit matched the chapter of the book. The instructor's name was Mr. Ganlu, and he was rather strict with frequent assignments.

Two names emerged on the board of Jirou Tasu and Nariko Haku for chapter three. They were both the quiet and hard working types that sat in the back row of the classroom. Jirou was about five feet six inches tall with short brown hair and heavenly cobalt eyes. His hair was a bit spiked at the front, or his bangs overshadowed his forehead. Nariko was about five foot four inches tall with black hair that reached down to the middle of her back. Her twinkling emerald eyes were always observing her surroundings with caution.

The two students were both eighteen years old, and about to graduate from the seminary known as Wainla High School. The teenagers glanced at the board, and then took a long stare at each other. The male gasped within while shyly gazing at the female partner. She too was alarmed, in which neither of them was comfortable to working with the opposite gender.

"Hi Nariko," Jirou whispered. He raised his right hand and waved as she too nodded her head in agreement. They both had the olive colored novel across the desk, as their black binders were wide open beneath it with yellow pencils resting along the right hand side of the notebook paper. The teacher completed his lecture as he gave the remaining time of the period for each group to discuss the project with each other.

"Chapter three, huh," Nariko thought aloud. "That's my favorite number." She was very anxious, as she wasn't sure what to comment about toward the raw proposition companion. "So, should we meet after school, and get this done before Friday?"

"Sure, the sooner the better," he remarked with a soft smirk across his face. "Want to meet at my house? I have parents and a sibling, but they're often at work, which will give us plenty of concord and restrain to study with."

"Yeah, that sounds great," Nariko retorted with a wide smile. "Now, how about each time that we meet we go over a certain amount of pages, and then do a brief summary. Then next week we should focus on the essay." She turned her eyes toward the notebook, and began writing with her right hand while using the basic pencil. He focused for a moment on her words, and felt eager to follow along with her plan. "I think we could be done by next Wednesday at the earliest."

"Sounds great," the taller one uttered. "It's Monday now, so getting done in a week and a half is an excellent concept. Plus then by Friday there will be plenty of time to practice the presentation." The lass looked up from her notes and stared into his eyes. She was trembling within, but she kept her gaze directly toward him.

"250 words each?" the partner inquired. "I don't mind typing it out, unless you're faster than me on the computer." Jirou shook his head and then began to write the instructions onto his blank notebook paper with his right hand. "Okay then, I'll see you right after school." The bell rang within the hallway as half of the students immediately got up from the metal rod chairs, and darted for the exit.

"Yeah, see you soon," he remarked coolly. However, deep down he realized that he had just accepted to have a girl in his room for the very first time, in which he didn't want to frighten her away with his geek like personality. Fortunately all of the students had each other's contact information, so she already knew his address. The next several moments were a huge blur to him as he watched her saunter away, and he quickly followed into the hallway.

The locker was shamrock green with two feet of width and five feet of height. The walls and floors were white with paneling overhead. The classroom doors were sliding doors with pale tones, except for the petite glass window at the top. A swarm of students encircled him as he opened up his locker door, pulled out his azure blue backpack, dumped his belongings within, and threw it over his back before shutting the locker sealed closed. His shoes tapped across the floors as he walked toward the double doors at the end of the space.

The sun felt warm and comforting as he stepped down onto the paved sidewalk, in which the school was rather massive with seashell colored walls. A huge tar road went beside the exterior sidewalk, in which the yellow school buses drove past the area to pick up or drop off the students. Jirou was one of the few that were close enough to simply jog home. The street divided left and right as he took the right turn toward a set of woods.

The pale sidewalk encircled the trees as up ahead he could see various houses along the horizon. Different neighborhood openings greeted the male student, in which he went past the first few, and then entered his familiar street. His house was two stories with about two thousand square feet, or a simple house of refuge. The exterior was white with black frames and a door. A vacant driveway approached him as he went across the flat horizon onto the pale sidewalk toward the front door.

A silver key from his jacket's right hand pocket, in which the carpeted steps stood out the most when he first stepped inside, undid the flaxen lock. The structure was completely still, in which he knew that the remainder of his family would not be there for another few hours due to school or work. The stairs disconnected at the bottom with wooden paneling that went toward the kitchen. To the right was the living room, which housed several furniture pieces such as a detailed couch, chair, and dresser of Asian culture. The glass table in the center had a few magazines on top for decoration.

Jirou removed his shoes and placed them to the side of the front door, as his heart was beginning to pound in full throttle. He recognized that he had only a few minutes before the guest would arrive. His white socks stomped up the steps toward the bedroom to the left, in which his was in the center of three different bedrooms. The master suite was to the left with its own personal bathroom, so he had to use the miniature toiletry and shower in the room to the right. His sister's room was also beside the restroom. All of the pale doors were shut as the hallway was painted in a pale white color for simplicity.

Jirou immediately stood in his room, and was satisfied to see that his space was tidy with the cerulean colored sheets neatly covering the bleached mattress beneath it. The two white pillows were at the top. A small gray desk sat beside it to the right with a gray lamp, and a black digital clock. The windows with blue curtains were past the bed, or on the opposite side of the room. His closet was to his left, and the wooden dresser sat across from the bed beside the desk with the schoolbooks and the laptop.

The student quickly sat his backpack beside the door, and then scurried down the steps. He patiently waited by the door for her reveal, in which a minute later he heard a soft knock on the door. His right hand twisted the golden knob and exposed his house for the project partner.

"Nice house," she complimented. Jirou didn't respond and shut the door behind her, as she too put her shoes by the door next to his. "Where would you like to study?" Jirou grasped onto the wooden railing and went up the straight stairs, as she held her backpack in her right hand while slowly pursing after him. "You're room?"

"Yeah, I hope that's okay," Jirou stated. "We have about two hours and then my little sister will come home from school. My mother usually picks her up after work, and drives her home. My father won't return until around 7:00 PM, and sometimes later than that."

"Oh, I see," Nariko acknowledged with a nod. They stood in his bedroom entrance as he seized his backpack, and went over to the bed. Beneath it was a silver rectangular carpet that concealed the wooden floors. She too went to his side, and began to unzip her bag. She noticed the black rolling chair beside the laptop, as its screen was shut, or not exposing the computer's desktop.

"Do y-you like it?" Jirou stammered. He felt his face grow hot from his inner timid personality. Nariko did a 360 and stared at each angle of the room for a moment before opening up her mouth to speak. Her head nodded as her black silky hair concealed her forehead.

"It's lovely indeed," she mumbled. "That magazine though on your desk…" Nariko wandered toward his laptop, as he bit his lower lip apprehensively. Her hands gripped the pink covered booklet as her eyes suddenly widened. It came from a pile of books stacked orderly beside his laptop. "Is this a limited edition copy?"

"What?" Jirou wheezed. He watched as she held it up and revealed his inner deepest darkest secret within an instant. It was an adult magazine filled with toys, lingerie, videos, and more. His face was cherry red with embarrassment as he sensed that she was about to call him the biggest pervert in the world for owning such an item.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself." Nariko also began to flush with pink cheeks as she sat on the edge of the bed while holding onto the magazine. "I too, um, order this magazine." Jirou felt his jaw drop in astonishment, as she began to explain her story to him in a whispered like tone of voice. "I'm a closet pervert. Sometimes you get those urges to explore certain parts of yourself, or you wonder about how other people do it. I recognize the headboard of your bed. I too have the same furniture piece, but in pink. It contains a secret slot underneath that stores all of your toys. Please don't tell anyone this though. I try my hardest at school, and I like to appear to be normal to everyone else."

"Wow." Jirou sighed. "Me too." She stood up and remained across from him beside the bed. He relaxed his arms by his sides and could hear his heartbeat echoing in his ears. "Is that copy rare or something? How do you get away with it?"

"I'm an only child, and my parents work long hours, so sometimes it's just myself at the apartment," Nariko whined. "I'm not sure if it's boredom or not, but after my friend shared the magazine with me, I've been trying out everything that I can. This magazine has some of the most intriguing items that I have ever seen. I have plenty of time to… You know… What about you?"

"It's what I do every day after school," he answered. "I sometimes do it late at night too after everyone else has gone to sleep. You're right about the bed. I work over the weekends, so I buy everything possible from the store to uh please myself. I actually have some female products that came for free. You can try them out if you would like to."

"Thank you, Jirou," Nariko grinned. "I'm glad that you understand how I feel. Maybe this project will help us get to know more about each other. If it's not too much to ask… Do you think… That we could share our toys with one another?" Her face was a rosy red, as her statements came out stuttered from embarrassment.

"Sure, I don't mind," he snickered. "Actually, I have a better idea. Why don't we study for a bit, but then peruse each other? It would be fascinating to learn how the body reacts to it all, the foreplay, the toys, and the sex. You know, as part of the project, that is, if you want to. I hope I'm not being too pushy, and the toys are cleaned after every single use."

"I have wondered about guy stuff," Nariko giggled. "I'm not sure about the intercourse part yet, but yes, let's be sex partners." She suddenly tossed the magazine onto the bed, and grasped her hands with his. They both stared at each other for a long while, and felt the warmth between their fingers. "We can use the project as an excuse to visit each other, too, and test stuff on each other, for research of course."

"So, a secret project, huh." Jirou sensed the excitement begin to swell within him, as thoughts of overcoming his terror of intimacy jarred his mind. "What should we scrutinize first?"

End of Chapter One