Izuku took the diet soda from Ochako's hands. It was cool to the touch as he popped the can to taste the beverage. He was appreciative, confirming it with a sigh. He placed the drink on the coaster on her kotatsu. Ochako accompanied him from across the table.

"I am glad you have changed your mind." Ochako didn't look at him. She was nervous. The first time bringing a boy to her room reeled into her mind. Yet again, it was the course of action that made her progress in the plans of achieving Izuku.

Meanwhile, Izuku was nervous. The fact that he had had sex before entering a girl's room. It felt backward. Yet again, sleeping with the enemy and taking her virginity was as backward as the word itself could get. He tried not to think about. As a courtesy, he tried to call her. He used the excuse of going to the bathroom earlier so he wouldn't further hurt Ochako's feelings. It went to voicemail. Once again, he didn't think anything of it.

Izuku wasn't planning to stay long. He would make her comfortable. Enjoy another hour of talking, or lack thereof, and go home. As he mentioned at the mall, he didn't believe in sleeping with his friends.

His feelings for Ochako were complicated. Complacement, but ill-fitted. A part of him wants to pursue the relationship, but the other part was apprehensive. Sitting in her bedroom at near day's end wasn't justifying his case. It was out of the whim, guilt for he didn't want to stir any hard feelings. Then there was that other side that felt that it wasn't his fault. He was drunk and slept with Himiko. He didn't purposely compel to hurt feelings. If Ochako was hurt, then that wasn't his problem. So, both sides conflicting with each other. Once more, he cared for Ochako, but his heart wasn't ready.

He just wanted to be sure with himself if it were to choose her route. It sounds confusing as he thought about it, but wasn't being sixteen enough confusion of his own.

Before he could think of a discussion like school, games, her decor, Ochako slapped her hand on the table. "Izuku!" Her hands were shaking. She looked nervous. Even as she partially stood, it looked as if she could fall over at any minute. "Izuku!"

"Yes, Ochako!"

"I am tired of beating around the bush." Her eyes were looking at the bed behind him. "Should we do this?"

"Whoa," interjected Izuku. "Do you think that is wise."

"Why not," she questioned. "It was easy when you did it with Himiko."

Izuku stood up. "Pause!" He sat on the bed. This wasn't Ochako's character. What was really bugging her, he thought. "Sit down on the bed. Let's have a talk."

Ochako approached Izuku. As he directed, she sat beside him. He kept a few inches of space between the couple. "Talk to me, Ochako. Where is this coming from?"

"What do you mean," she asked.

"This abrasive nature. The aggression, the impulsiveness. That isn't you."

"And you sleeping with Himiko isn't you."

Izuku's face furrowed. "That's not fair, Ochako. I was drunk and you know it."

Tears were coming from her eyes. "Don't I? They say that drunk people are telling the truth when they are under the influence."

"And once again, I didn't know I was drunk," said Izuku. "Am I visiting or being prosecuted?" He took Ochako's hand. "Talk to me, Ochako. This isn't like you." He sighed. "What can I do to remedy this?"

Without a second to react, she said, "Kiss me!"

Izuku stared blankly into her eyes. "I want you to kiss me like you have done Himiko last night."

"Before I do that," said Izuku. "One thing only."

"Okay."

"Why do you keep bringing Himiko up?"

Ochako swallowed the lump in her throat. She moved closer to Izuku. She took her hands to touch his face. He could smell her breath. "Because I didn't think she would take away the guy that I really, really like." Izuku felt the soft, wet pressure of her lips pressing against his. She let out a small and content sigh.

Then he felt something else, it was small and soft, but strong, different from her lips. He realized as it pried itself into his mouth, that it was her tongue. It lapped at his own, reaching all over the inside of his mouth. Izuku made a pathetic involuntary sound, thinking the sensation felt alien, both gross and interesting. Her head was tilted sideways, small moans coming through her nose and rushing past his cheek right to his ear. He didn't know when, or what made him do it, but soon he was moving his own tongue into her mouth as well.

That seemed to make Ochako happy, so they played inside of each others' mouths for a while. His heart was racing, fear and excitement clashing inside his chest, fueling his blood and making him flush. Then he felt her move away, and their mouths separated with a tiny smack of moisture.

Silence filled the room. Her hands were tucked into her lap. Izuku pursed his lip. He was still registering in his mind about what Ochako did to him.

"That was my first kiss, you know," she told him. "I just wanted to let you know."

Izuku took Ochako by her hand. He rubbed it affectionately. He was breathing heavily. He didn't know what overcame him, but he pushed her to the bed. He straddled on top of her. She didn't resist. It was as though she had given him permission to continue.

He reached down and pulled at the hem of her shirt. Almost automatically she lifted her arms so he could practically tear it off of her. Then he got off of her lap and proceeded to take her pants and underwear off. She felt cold and exposed then, feeling goosebumps ignite over her bare flesh.

Izuku paused, seeing the grandeur of pure, naked flesh. He was still apprehensive. Her body was a temple. Why should he worthy of it? Especially with his conflicting feelings.

"Why did you stop," asked Ochako.

"Because I care about you too much to do this," said Izuku. "I also don't have a condom."

"I am on the pill. Don't worry," said Ochako. "I want it all. Your warmth, your everything. I am a bit hesitant. This is my first time."

"Stop it, Ochako. What the hell I am thinking? You don't have to do this."

"No, I won't. You're not giving yourself second thoughts."

"Ochako, you should save this for the person you love."

"Tada, you are it."

"No, it should be mutual love."

"Just shut up, Deku."

"Ochako."

"Just shut the hell up. Just stop talking."

"Ochako."

"Since you don't believe my love for you, I will force it on you."

"Ochako."

"I love you, Izuku. I don't want to say that word. Please, don't make me say that word."

"Ochako?"

"Yes, my love. I'm sorry. But nothing you say or do will change my mind."

"Just don't be regretful, please? I promise you that I will make you feel good."

"Thank you. I love you, Izuku."

"I care for you as well, Ochako."

It was Ochako's turn to take off Izuku's clothes. Silence returned as she slowly took off his clothes. Her eyes never left his sight. How did he become the blushing bride? His eyes were averting away. He didn't know how much the girl really cared for him. "Let me take over for a bit, sweetie," she told him. "Roll over."

He followed her instructions, turning onto her bed. It felt weird as he was naked on her bed. The softness excited his middleman. He felt her fingers gliding his butt and leg. He buried his face in her pillow and squeezed it with both arms.

"Alexa, play slow jams," said Ochako.

Music filled the air without effort, like the waves filling holes in beach sand; the sound rushing in and around them in the room. Anita Baker's "Caught Up in the Rapture," played into the room. He was quite surprised by Ochako's taste in American music. The sweet serenade swam through his cerebral cortex like a wakeful dream, the notes relaxing him, enabling the song to call to his entire being. Music could never be something superfluous to him, it was medicine delivered in the most divine way.

Ochako could tell as she planted a kiss on his back. "Close your eyes and just let me have my way. Please, just once, Izuku."

She reached to her nightstand where she kept the lotion. "You don't mind if I give you a little massage to relax you?"

He didn't answer, just nodding his head for confirmation.

A full body massage was one of the most relaxing and reliving experiences one could ever ask for, thought Izuku.

She started on his back. He hissed as her soft, well-manicured hands were cool to the touch. She giggled, knowing that it gave him a reaction. She was great, he thought. She had a good grip. Other than his mother, this was the first time to receive such a good massage.

After a long while, she rolled him over again, and traveled every inch of his front, finally coming to rest at his groin. She awakened his body with her soothing, warm touch, and in no time he went from halfway aroused to fully erect. Then, after coaxing his body to be on its back again, she did something he never expected- she lowered her head to his crotch and began kissing and licking it.

Up and down the shaft she moved, switching between using her hands to stroke his dick and sucking on the tip, playing with his phallus by using her tongue, and playfully scraping the length with her teeth. Then she took him fully into her mouth. He almost cried out.

"I can tell it's making you feel good, baby," she said in a hoarse whisper.

He gripped her sheets in a vain attempt at keeping his wits. This sensation was so harsh, so crude, but felt absolutely amazing. Wet and hot, soft and powerful. Like moist velvet, that is what came to mind, though it could only ever be an approximation.

His breathing intensified, his body squirmed, the music felt so far away. Tight and hard. Something had to give.

His back arched and he groaned as he spurted hot seed into her mouth.

"Pleh!" He heard from her and felt her spit everything back onto his softening dick. She blushed, covering her mouth. "I am sorry, Izuku. It tasted awful."

Izuku couldn't help but laugh. Granted she could be a great masseuse, but she was quite an amateur to oral sex. Yet again, this was his second one since Himiko.

"What's so funny," she asked embarrassingly.

"You're too adorable." Izuku moved his head closer to Ochako. She leaned in, so her forehead rested against his. They closed their eyes. Both their breaths are shaking. "Thank you," he said in barely more than a whisper.

"For what?" She replied, her voice low and husky.

"For being you." His voice wavered, exhilarated from the tension between them.

He kissed her and the world fell away. It was slow and soft, comforting in ways that words would never be. His hand rested below her ear, his thumb caressing her cheek as their breaths mingled. He ran her fingers down her spine, pulling her closer until there was no space left between them and she could feel the beating of his heart against her chest.

Ochako rolled onto her back as Izuku got on top. He put his dick against her pussy. He was nervous. He was still having second thoughts. However, Ochako didn't hesitate as she guided his dick into her pussy. Immediately, she winced. Izuku felt the wetness. He saw the blood coming.

"Ochako," he said timidly.

"Never mind that," she said. "Keep going."

He felt the folds of her pussy tightening. It was hot but pleasurable. However, he was too prideful to admit it. He felt his dick tightening and hardening, going deeper into the womb. He saw the eyes of Ochako rolled back. Her breath became heavier, inciting her to give him a kiss. He tasted his friend She tasted of diet orange soda. She pried open his tongue, making him swallow.

This newfound pleasure was getting to Izuku. He wasn't used to this. The bed creaked loudly as Ochako got lost in her pleasure. She tilted her head, allowing herself to moan freely.

She continued gyrating her hips. She was rocking back and forth. His hips were becoming sore. He overlooked it for he wanted Ochako to be satisfied. He started moving as hard and fast as he could. His breathing was becoming labored, but he knew he had to keep going. That he was making her feel happy, and he wanted her to be happy.

She gripped her hands and pinched his nipples. "Come for me. Come for me. Come for me. Come inside of my pussy, Izuku."

Then he felt the signs, signals from his body making him tense up. He gripped hard into her flesh and shoved as hard as he could. "I am coming," he said before releasing his sperm inside of her.

He squirted much as he could inside of her before his climax subsided. She stayed on him for a few minutes, allowing his sperm to resonate inside of her womb.

Ochako retreated from his dick. He saw the trail of his semen dripping from her pussy, down to her leg. She then hovered on top of him.

"Did...that...feel...good," she muster to ask him as she was panting from her orgasm.

"It did," he answered. "Did you enjoy it."

"It was wonderful," said Ochako. "Thank you for allowing me to have it with you."

Ochako went into the bathroom to clean up. Izuku stayed in her bedroom, removing the sheets. As she was washing up, she told him where he could find the new sheets. He put the sheets in the washing machine. Afterward, he returned to her room. By then, she was sitting on the floor at the kotatsu, drinking a cup of tea.

He sat on her bed. A pregnant silence filled the room once more.

It was hard to digest. Just the night before, he drunkenly shared a bed with Himiko. Now, he engaged in a sober rendezvous with his good friend.

"Take you a sip. It will calm your nerves." His eyes focused on Ochako pouring a cup of tea for him.

"Thanks," he said as he sat across from her.

Ochako took another sip. She grabbed a scone and took a bite. She wiped the flaky crust off of her lips.

"I told my mom that I was spending the night," said Izuku. "She thinks I am over at Katsuki's." He produced a nervous smile. "He owes me anyway for earlier."

Ochako nodded as she looked at the kotatsu.

"Do you want me to sleep on the couch or I can borrow a futon to sleep on the floor?"

"You can sleep in here with me," she said. "I have no problem sharing a bed."

"Okay."

Something was on her mind. He could take a guess, but he was afraid if he guessed right. He was very adamant that Ochako wanted more than this.

"Ochako, I-" His cell phone rang. Himiko was calling. He looked at Ochako. "Hey, excuse me, Ochako. I am going to go out and take this call." As he stood, he headed for the door. However, Ochako came from behind. She held him tightly, pressing her head to his back.

"Don't take the call," she said to him. "Don't answer it."

"Ochako."

"Please, Izuku. It's my night. Not now," she said as she sniffled. "Not now. This is my night. This is my night. My night with you."

The phone continued to ring until it stopped. He put his cell phone back into his pocket. "Okay."

"Thank you," she said.

Izuku turned around with his back on the door. Ochako held him gently, cupping his face with one hand. She leaned up and softly kissed the tender area at the base of his neck. Izuku's body went rigid with surprise as trembled shook his body and the euphoric warmth blossomed within him once more. He was breathless with delight as she showered him with gentle, soft kisses, each with its own flicker of warmth. Izuku gazed down at her, surprised beyond words to be the recipient of her affection. She drew back again and spent a moment studying his face.

"You are very reasonable, Izuku," she said to him. "I wish more guys like you feel compelled to honoring a girl's request."

"You call it reasonable. I think it is I am foolish, a hypocrite, or confused about my own feelings," answered Izuku.

"How do you feel about me, Izuku?"

"I value you as my friend. At the same time, I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"Like I said, you are very reasonable. I feel honored to give you my virginity."

Ochako felt her blush deepen. She gazed at him lovingly, her eyes softening with tenderness before sparking with something else. She tilted her head to the side and kissed him, her lips demanding. Ochako felt a smoldering heat deep within her as her grip tightened, crushing her body to his, gentle yet firm. He slanted her head further, deepening the kiss.

"I want you, Izuku," she said as she slowly disrobed. She grabbed his hand and took him back to their bed.

He closed his eyes as he suckled on her breast. She cradled his forehead as her hand lingered to his dick. She had pressed a leg against his crotch. She was laughing to herself quietly when she felt his dick throbbing against her thigh.

She spat on her hand, using it as lubrication as she began stroking his dick. Feeling the warm wetness sent tingles down his spine. She continued to giggle as he continued to suckle her breast. It felt strange to him like he was an infant. However, he couldn't stop. As if he was following instinct, he continued to suckle until something came out of her teat.

Ochako moaned. She told him to stop. She was feeling sensitive.

His head was dizzy, his body felt tired. Yet still, she guided him inside of her. She released a great sigh of content as he plunged into her tight, slippery depths. Then she began to move, slowly at first, savoring the feeling and letting him know it. She picked up speed, gyrating her hips and moving with such force. He grabbed onto her legs, breathing heavily, and feeling somewhat sore.

She sounded like a crazed animal to me at that moment as she wrapped her legs around him.

Through her heavy breaths, he could hear her mouthed, "God... Jesus... Ah!...Deku!... I love you!...Uh!... Yes!" It felt like she was going on forever, and that she must have been losing her mind. "Needed... Make me yours... Damn it..."

He felt his orgasm building. But just as he was getting close, she picked up speed and slammed against him in erratic, desperate motions. Then she bent down and gripped him tight, tensing up and screaming into the pillow beneath his head. She slowed to motionless in moments, releasing his swollen cock from her dripping hot, swollen pussy.

Out of the blue, she released him from her grips. "Get on your knees," she told him. He followed suit as she stroked his dick. "Come all over me, Izuku." Before he could register what she had said, he had ejaculated. He watched as his sperm landed on her face and on her breasts. She stuck out her tongue to allow the sperm to hit her tongue.

Unlike last time when she spat it out, she swallowed it.

"You made your mark on me, Izuku," she said alluringly. "I am yours, baby!"

It was after Ochako took another shower when Izuku decided to go for a shower. Izuku stripped down and stepped slowly into the tub, turning the water on high and letting it beat over his head in steamy rivulets. Closing his eyes to the water as the heat soaked into his skin, he leaned against the cool tiles as his weak legs threatened to buckle.

The shower curtain was ripped back and he didn't even flinch, engrossed as he was with the water cascading down his body and massaging muscles long past cramped.

"Izuku," Ochako said to him. "May I join you?"

He cracked an eyelid and raised a brow at the same time, watching him. "Sure." She stepped inside to join him. Slowly, she raised a hand and cupped his cheek, leaning close to kiss him gently. Feeling her hands glide over his water slick body, pulling him close to her and disregarding the fact that he was naked and wet and she was clothed as she pulled him deeper into the kiss.

She acted insatiably, he thought. As if she wasn't going to see him again. She continued to moan his name. He held her tightly. As he promised her, he would honor her request. Even if she was acting out of character, he kissed her forehead and held onto her tightly.

"I love you, Izuku," she said to him.

"I know you do, Ochako. I care about you, too."

To be continued….