I never thought I'd find myself here. Lying on a bed between two girls that either have or had my heart. There's Luka on one side, Miki on the other. Both are sound asleep, and both are causing me to reevaluate my life choices. At some point, we begin to think over if we have made the right decisions and I tend to dismiss these choices with "It all happens for a reason" but then I start to think that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't supposed to happen, that the reason I feel lost now is because I made all the WRONG choices and now I'm stuck.
I'm not stuck. I'm too young to be stuck. At least too young and dumb. And yet, why do I feel like I am...
I haven't checked the time. It's possibly past 3 am. I've been looking up at the ceiling in complete darkness, contemplating what I've been through tonight. I keep thinking about how this isn't the end of it. Miki won't ever learn. My best friend won't stop doing stupid shit until she's past 30, maybe. There's a long way to go here. And Luka, she isn't in love with me.
The last part hits me hard because I am more certain about that than anything right now. More so than what I'm meant to do in this life even.
Shit.
And now I'm crying.
I get up. I can't even find comfort in Luka's arms. I hadn't even realized she's been holding me since I woke her up with my sniveling earlier. Somewhere in the sheets I hear a buzz. A sound I've been ignoring every now and then. I wonder who it could be but then my suspicions are correct.
It's dad and he's sorry.
My biggest weakness is my guilt. I always feel bad. I always will and that's what keeps me coming back. To Miki, to Luka, to mom, even to dad.
And so, I pick up and hope it doesn't bite me in the ass.
I hear his voice and it's the first time I can notice any worry in it. In fact, he's desperate. He asks where I am, I tell him with Miki. He lets out a long sigh, as if all the troubled thinking he's endured all night is calmed.
It's eerie. I keep thinking that I should be mad. That I shouldn't forgive him and that he won't change but then I remember how all of this even started.
Before Vokal Lolyd, I was attending the same school as my best friend, Miki Furukawa. Since kindergarten, we were always together. And it was the one thing that I found the most comfort in. Then things started to change, Miki started to change and so did I. I began to have feelings I didn't understand and then my life completely changed. Mom and dad had a divorce and I had to make a choice. Either I stay with my mom and her husband in an entirely different place or I stay with Dad where it's close to Miki and continue going to school here.
I chose the latter. And now, I'm starting to rethink it all.
Dad's voice cuts my thoughts. I blank out and he asks me if I'm okay. I can't gather this all and I start to feel crazy. He doesn't sound the same, this doesn't sound like the man I was raised by. In fact, he seems to be completely different. And I don't know what to think of it, if I should believe him or if I should continue to put a wall before me so he can't get through.
I remain idle and he starts to mumble.
"I've never been good to you, to anyone."
He's cracking and my eyes widen because these words sound familiar.
"I haven't been able to change because I'm so angry."
I swallow hard.
"I keep thinking about your mom, I always think about her and I hate myself for it."
He breaks down.
"It's like I'm seeing a ghost everywhere I go, she's there. I have so much regret like it all doesn't make sense. I keep telling myself that everything happens for a reason, but I keep asking for what? It doesn't make sense. I think I fucked up the very thing that made me happy. And I am never going to get that back. I could have kept all of you happy, your mom and you but I didn't."
My dad is venting. And I feel awkward and only because I don't know what to say but then I just think of him as a person and not my dad. And then it starts to make sense. I'm not excusing his mistakes, if I didn't care about him, I wouldn't have picked up and I did. I just never understood him and part of me always wanted to because in the end, despite it all, he is my dad.
He cries even harder. He can't talk now. He struggles but then he chokes and his voice struggles to form words. He starts to gasp for air. And then I clear it all, the storm, the bad thoughts clashing in his mind. The memories haunting him.
"I'll be home, dad, don't worry."
He lets out a cry, he's relieved.
"O-okay, s-see, see you h-h-home."
I hang up and continue staring at the ceiling.
I've been awake for hours. After that phone call with my dad, I haven't been able to. It doesn't feel real and I'm waiting to wake up but I'm already up. None of it makes sense.
"Most fucked up things never do," a voice says.
I get up quickly, turning my head at every corner, acting like a crazy person. My aggressive movements cause Luka to shift beside me.
"Miku?"
I bite my lip and close my eyes. I'm having a hard time figuring out what's real and what isn't. She touches me and then I flinch. She pulls back.
"What's wrong?"
My mind is blank. I have nothing to say or think and even talking seem so tiresome.
"Baby, what's wrong?"
I turn to her, like I'm trying to verify if she really said that. Or even why she said it. Why she's suddenly calling me baby.
"Why are you calling me that?"
My voice is weak, and I'm surprised she even heard me. Even so, she struggles to respond, as if she can't figure it out herself.
"You don't like it?" she asks.
It's the first time I ever saw her so insecure, like she's afraid of the response. I've seen her nervous but never afraid.
And then I get a sick feeling, like I really want to draw this out because this is rare. Luka never does this. She's so used to flustering others, use to causing others to shake and tremble beneath her and above her. She's used to having power.
"Do you?" I ask.
A simple question but it gets the reaction I want. She shifts uncomfortably and rubs her arms like she's got an itch or something.
"I don't know."
Luke never admits anything. That much I know. She keeps things grey, neutral, for the mind to guess and never confirm. I, on the other hand, tend to be very honest and so far, it's done a lot more harm than anything. At least that's what's it feels like.
"I know you like it," I say.
Luka shifts closer like she's starting to sense what's going on. Her defense mode kicks in.
"And what makes you so sure?"
I could lose control so easily. Luka tends to break me into lashing out but right now I don't seem to have any emotion.
"I can tell."
That's when it hits me. I don't sound the same. My words aren't dripping with what she's so used to catching. She can't read me. And that scares her.
I'm scaring Luka Megurine and I can't believe it.
"You don't know that."
"Okay, maybe I don't but it shows."
"I'm not showing anything!" she snaps.
She quickly turns to Miki's lying state, suddenly aware that there's someone else in the room.
"Just go back to bed," she says.
She wants to avoid this, whatever unfamiliarity she's feeling, she doesn't want this. I don't make it that easy though.
"I don't want to."
"Well, then what do you want?"
She locks eyes with me. I hold her stare and we're suddenly competing on who breaks first.
I lock onto her gaze and slowly and firmly state, "You."
I hear her hand grasp at the sheets beneath her.
"And what makes you think I'd let you, right now, really?"
"Because you like it."
Her eyebrows furrow, her mouth opens to respond but she thinks first before speaking. A first for her, I'm sure.
"And what makes you-
"-so sure? Because I've SEEN how much you like it. Because I've HEARD how good it feels when we're together. And I don't mean like this, having whatever this is. I mean it like when you're in there-
I point across the room, toward the door leading to her shower.
"Backing me against a wall, fucking me like I'm the one thing that fixes you."
Fix you. That's what's get her. That's what's causing her to struggle. I've used the right words and more importantly, I have nothing to hide underneath them.
"I just want you and I want you now in there."
She gives in. She gets up and grabs my hand, leading me to the direction it was once pointing at. We're in her bathroom and she locks the door before tearing at my clothes. She doesn't seem to have any emotion, in fact, I can't read her this once. She's just doing what she's told. Suddenly, a familiar guilt rises in the pit of my stomach, but I suppress it harshly with a possible reality. I imagine Luka smirking and laughing after I take it back.
"Is this what you want?"
She gets on her knees and tilts her head, pulling down at my skirt.
I swallow hard and she notices the sudden crack.
"Well, tell me...
She raises her hot breath above my core and whispers,
"or I'll stop."
I nod, frantically and desperately.
Luka suddenly smirks, the tables turning finally for her.
She pulls me to the shower, turning the handle to the highest limit. That water shoots down on us. I'm partially naked while she still has her white sleeping blouse. Not that I can complain. The material sticks to her through the wetness and I can see all of her.
A tear in my stomach rises from the sight and as a result, I flip her around.
She's caught off guard for a second but ultimately gives in when she feels my tongue smother into her heated core. She limps and slides down the wet floor, her legs spreading further on the way.
"F-fuck..."
Her voice strains, struggling to give in to the sounds of her pussy popping against my lips.
"Oh my god..."
She's never seen this side of me, and I can tell she doesn't know how to react. She simply takes. And judging by her sounds and moans, it's all she can do right now.
I want her right now on the floor, under the rushing water. And I can't make it any more obvious.
"M-miku...ah..."
She squeaks when she feels my lips wrap her around clit. Her voice sounds so innocent, like she's never felt this way before. It's hard to believe with her experience but none of that matters right now. I want her to feel like this is the first time again. I want her to be mine and only mine. Gakupo and Lily never existed.
The thought drives me, and I plead for her to turn around.
"On your knees," I whisper, "I want your legs open."
"What are you going to do to me, baby?"
She flips her hair before looking over her shoulder. She wants to hear it, whatever dirty thing I have to say.
"I'm gonna eat your pussy some more..." I pull her rear closer to me and she moans so sweetly and so desperately.
"Then I'm gonna put it in and fuck you from behind."
The last part, Luka is more than curious but as soon as she figures it out, she's clinging onto the wall, screaming at the sensation penetrating inside her.
My fingers pump in and out of her pussy. My tongue sticks and slides against her most precious walls. I'm eating ass and fucking her so mercilessly, it's driving her crazy.
Luka reaches between her legs, rubbing her clit and I bury myself deeper into her. All at once, it starts to build up harder and harder. Her voice strains, her legs stiffen and then suddenly,
"FUCK!"
One simple word defines it all. She slaps a hand against the wall, breathing deeply and hard as she struggles to come down from such an incredible high.
"Fuck, Miku...more..."
She's crazy but that's what I like about her. She always wants it. She just doesn't like to admit it herself.
Luka lays on her back once more, the water trickling down onto her, traveling from her perfect proportionate face to her heaving breasts. I scoop up a bead with my tongue.
She giggles and bites her lip.
"Are you gonna eat my pussy again?"
I respond with a kiss. Our lips glide slowly against each other, tongues lapping.
"Miku," she moans, "Fuck me..."
She begs me and spreads her legs further, her cheerleading practice over the years taking into effect.
That's when it hits me.
I'm having sex with a cheerleader. The captain. How I never thought of this, really, is beyond me.
Luka Megurine is a lot of things. As I said, the captain of her cheer squad, her class year's valedictorian, a CEO's daughter, a closet-lesbian, there's a lot more but I can't think much as I'm gorging myself on Luka's pussy. She tastes so fucking good.
She cries so sweetly as she runs her hands through my thick, wet locks. I begin to pump a finger inside, and she squeals so fucking cutely that I insert two more. Her head hangs back as a result, and she begins to scream.
It's soundless but I can feel her silent voice engulf me. Her hips gyrate, the pace quickening as she comes closer and closer. She begins to shake, her voice straining, words struggling to form but she manages such dirty sentences.
"AH...Miku...fuck, yes, make me come in your mouth, baby."
I comply and Luka's stiffens once more, releasing and shaking uncontrollably from another orgasm.
She lets out a long breath with a smile stretching her soft, full lips. A most satisfying one at that.
"Mmm...Miku..."
My chest heaves, my mouth agape as I struggle to catch my breath. Luka wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me close so she can latch me into a heated kiss.
"You're so fucking amazing..."
She closes her eyes, her mouth open, breathing labored as a result of our heated passion.
"...so fucking good, baby..."
I glance down and notice her hands grasping at her breasts, kneading the soft flesh aggressively.
"Again..." she pleads.
Again and again.
I don't know what came over us. All I know is that we were making a lot of noise and that Luka's father would be paying a hefty water bill this month. Not that the money would be a problem. I just hope he doesn't ask.
"M-Miku...Miku...Miku..."
She repeats my name over and over. I pump my fingers in and out, hovering over her delicate back, her luscious, pink tresses. We're so engulfed with each other, it's hard to break away. She comes hard, turning her head over as she moans into my mouth. It's a painful moan, a type that signifies how hard she's releasing. In this case, her pussy's already so sore, it's pulsing nonstop as a result of my tongue and fingers.
"Miku..."
She turns her body to face me, we lie on the floor, kissing and moaning. My thigh meets her core, she whimpers. It becomes so soft in a sudden and I enjoy it. For once, I can hear the water and not Luka's blissful screams.
A/N: Hello again. The year is almost over and the least I can do is update my story. It has been a very difficult year. The most difficult I can say. I did not expect to update this but it sort of just came out of nowhere when I decided to just write it. It's been very hard to move on from my troubles. It still is but I'm glad that I'm pushing forward. Even this latest update is a sign of progress for me. It is hard to create when you feel broken and that is what it feels like right now. At least I can do this much. Thank you for reading and I look forward to continuing this story for you all. Thank you!