Chapter 4.5: Akari's Dreams.

The pink sky with white and orange clouds signified the end of the school day.

I sighed, wiping my forearm across my brow. Moisture sat on my skin due to the creeping humidity of the summer; nincada chirping resonated across the track as a constant backdrop to our sports lessons.

The other students put down the athletics equipment gratefully and began to file back towards the school building. I cursed my bad luck to assigned clean up duty today. I began to collect hurdles and drag them toward the supply shed. My teacher waved his thanks as he rushed out of the school gates. Lucky.

The shed was a dingy and dusty building, old gymnastics vault equipment and benches were stacked haphazardly across the floor, and rackets and nets lined the walls. It smelled like mould and damp, causing me to wrinkle my nose.

I heard footsteps behind me.

"Oh, you're still here?"

It was Lucas – his school baseball cap was low over his eyes, and he took it off to better see me in the gloom.

I nodded. He approached purposefully and bent his head to kiss my lips. His arms looped around my waist and his palms pressed the small of my back, keeping me tight to him.

I reciprocated willingly – this didn't feel wrong. It felt like I'd known this before, and that I enjoyed it, welcomed it.

"Not at school!" I chided, once we'd disconnected. I didn't mean it. He seemed to know this.

He chuckled. "Come on, everyone's gone home. We're alone. And it's dark."

His hands began to slide down my body, under the elasticated waistband of my PE shorts. His fingers were smooth as they stroked over my buttocks repeatedly, gently massaging and squeezing.

I reached into his hair, still damp from sweat. I kissed him now – almost aggressively. My body ached, but I couldn't tell if it was because of my injuries – wait. What injuries?

Not time to think; Lucas' hands began to reach round to the front of my body, one rising up under my tshirt and the other hooking aside my panties. I let out a small moan and pulled myself tighter to him, my teeth resting around his bottom lip.

He grinned. His fingers traced the firm tip of my nipple, gently pulling and rubbing. I felt the rising heat of embarrassment; I knew I'd been waiting for this. His other hand descended further, and I felt dirty to open my legs for him, but couldn't resist the thought of his fingers finally insi-