24
The opposing party
If kissing is the start of everything, yes... we're willingly doing it. There is zero resistance. Aontakam presses her lips against mine and begins to move them in an attempt to elicit a response. I've never kissed anyone before. I've only watched foreign movies and thought, "Why... do people use tongues when they kiss?"
But once I kiss, I understand.
Touching through the tongue is like communicating through our bodies. We're talking about one having the right to her body. I'm getting her to understand that we will communicate deeply.
Normally, we don't like others' saliva on us, but once we're exchanging it through kissing, it's as if we're sending a part of us to the other person. It's not at all disgusting. Like I've just mentioned, kissing is the start of everything.
Once you dare to kiss, you will dare to do more and more.
"Chris... Ah..." Aontakarn calls my name and tries to catch her breath. I move back and taste other parts of her body, from her chin to her neck, as my hands fumble all over the sweet-faced one's body. Yet, I'm still greedy.
It's not enough...
I separate Aontakarn's legs and touch her sensitive spot. The moistness, which is not normally there, is making me overly confident because the body of the person beneath me is reacting a lot to my touches.
"AL."
Aontakarn shows no sign of retreating or denying me. I'm curious about every part of the petite woman's body. I use my middle finger to draw circles. The warm body beneath me twists and turns. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me down. She sounds as if she's struggling, but she doesn't tell me to stop. That makes me more eager to do more.
"Is it nice... Do you like it?"
"Good... Very good. Ah... hurt..."
In a normal situation, I would panic and pull back. But this time, I'm being brave. Though the person beneath me says that it hurts, I continue to slip my finger in. The sweet-faced woman's face is expressing her pain. But it seems to get better a bit later. Aontakam's legs are rubbing against the bedsheet. It's like she's both suffering and feeling good.
"A bit faster, Chris... Ah... Ah."
The more frequently the woman lets out a moan, the faster I go. The more my finger rubs against the moist area until there's a water splashing sound,'splash,' the more my emotion rises and my heart races. There are a lot of images in my head of what I want to do to the petite woman. It makes me seem like a mentally ill person. But, in the end, I only lift up her knees with her feet still on the bed. It's just to make things more convenient for me. Aontakarn's torturous face makes me feel like I'm victorious.
"You're so beautiful, Kant"
"No. Don't look." The sweet-faced woman puts her arm on her face. She's still moaning nonstop. In the end, her body reaches the point where it jerks repeatedly. I can feel that my finger is being squeezed. Aontakarn's jerking body makes me hurriedly hug and kiss her temple to console her.
"Chris... Chris."
"How's it? Was it good?"
Though Aontakam's body is still shaking, she seems to have regained her energy and suppressed her embarrassment. She looks at me with her light brown eyes.
"If you want to know, you have to try it"
Now, I'm the one being pushed down on the mattress. Aontakarn is on top of me. She's biting her lips a bit, as if she feels a certain cute aggression towards me. She loosens the knot on my yukata, revealing everything that was previously hidden beneath it. Maybe it's because there's only a dim, warm light from the lamp that I'm not as embarrassed as I normally am.
Or maybe it's because of the beer.
The hair that falls down from the person on top of me is so irritating that I have to grab it. Aontakarn thinks that I'm wrapping my arms around her neck, so she leans down and touches my nipple with her lips. She knows she has the full right to do that.
I feel a strange sensation in my belly and arch my back. I uncontrollably let out a moan. It gives Aontakam more confidence. She massages, nibbles, and licks as if she yearns for me. She then sweeps her tongue down my body until she reaches my belly button. This is probably the spot she likes the most.
"You have such a great figure."
"Karn... don't tease." I push Aontakarn's head down to guide her to go lower. "Please... do it."
"I like it when Chris forgets that you're a very shy person."
And the sweet-faced woman does as I requested with her mouth. I startle, yet I arch my back in response to her lips. She's 'sucking' rather than consoling.
"Karn... Karn."
"Is it good... Tell me that it's good."
"Good... It's good... No Karn. Don't." I shake my head when Aontakam wants to slip her finger in as well. I elaborate. "Chris prefers this... This is better."
"This doesn't hurt."
"Just a little bit..."
"Please... don't..."
I beg her, and that makes Aontakarn give in to my plea because I'm too pitiful. So Aontakam used her tongue in my sensitive area for a while, until I'm the one who can't stand it any longer.
"Karn... help Chris."
The sweet-faced woman moves back a bit with surprise. I feel that this is too slow. I want to reach the victory line already, so I flip Aontakam down. I arrange so that she's in a sitting position, and I sit on her thigh. I rub against her thigh and ride her.
"Ah... Karn... Karn..."
"Chris..." Aontakarn holds on to my waist and helps by cheering me on. "It's like you're riding me."
"Ah... Karn..."
"Good job, Chris. I love your riding me like this."
"Ah..."
Eventually, I reach my victory line as my body jerks and goes stiff. All my muscles are tightening. When the sweet-faced woman sees that, she pulls me in and gives me a hard bite on my shoulder. But I feel no pain. It arouses me somehow.
"Wow..."
"Wow..."
We stare at each other a bit. My embarrassment slowly creeps into me after I drop it somewhere along this journey. Yet I'm too tired to show it. I just lean my face on the petite one's shoulder.
"Give me a few moments to be shy."
Aontakarn laughs and pulls me down with her.
"It's okay. I'll he shy with you."
"I thought Chris said that you're not easy."
Aontakam asks this after we've rested for over ten minutes. She's lying on top of me and is using her finger to adoringly play with my hair, which fell on my forehead.
"You're saying it like you're so hard to get."
"So we were both virgins, not because we're not easy or we're hard to get or anything like that."
"Why, then?"
"Probably because we've never met the right one."
I look at Aontakam and smile a little. I nod to agree with her. That's possible. Maybe it's because the person in front of me is the right one, and that's why I go from being hard to get to being amazingly easy.
If a man is willing to 'wait' for the person he loves, a woman, like us, is willing to 'give' it to the person whom we think is the right one. It's like we both just broke down our walls.
It wasn't smooth sailing because it was the first time for both of us.
"How was it?"
"What do you mean?" Aontakam asks curiously when she hears my question. I scratch my cheek with my finger, feeling embarrassed.
"Ah... what just happened? How was it?"
"It's... good. But it wasn't that smooth."
"We're both ameteurs. If we do it more often, it will get better."
"Often..."
When we get to this, the sweet-faced one is acting all shy. Her voice goes soft. I reach out my hand to play with her earlobe adoringly.
"MY Aontakam. Were you this cute since you were born?"
"You're such a sweet talker."
"It's probably the hormones. I love you more than I already do." I move from playing with her earlobe to gently massaging her head before I pull it down so that I can kiss her. "It feels so good to touch you like this."
"Same for me..." The sweet-faced woman caressed my cheek with her lips. It's as if she wants to start another round. "Kam thinks that... we should just stay in our room."
"Don't you want to go sightseeing around Fuji?"
"What's there to see aside from trees, grasses, and a lot of Thai tourists? Moreover, we can see Fuji from our window. Ah..." Aontakam lets out a soft moan when I draw a circle on her ab with my finger. I know that she's ready, even before I arouse her. "Does it still hurt?" "It's better, dear."
I change my position from lying down to sitting up, so it's more convenient for Aontakam after I slip my finger in... The petite woman starts to move in her own rhythm, with me as her audience.
"You speak so politely." To arouse the person in front of me, I tasted her nipple. "Ah, this is great... You're delicious all over, MY Aontakam."
"Ah..."
And so our Kawaguchiko trip went as we expected, which is... we only stayed in our room, drunkenly in love with each other. We rest when we're exhausted, and we continue when we regain our energy. As for Fuji...
We look at it from our window the entire time.
There were times that we felt we were too obsessed. We were determined to leave the room. We bathed and intended to go out for a tour of the town. We intended to stroll along the lake, paddle the boat with our feet, and get on the cable car to admire the scenery. We intended to do the things the internet says we must do when we're at Kawaguchiko. Yet as we were about to step our feet out the door...
"Kano
"Huh?"
"Are we really going to paddle the boat?"
"Yeah. It seems such a waste of time."
"Chris thinks that..."
"That?"
"…"
"I agree."
We can read each other's minds through our eyes. We undressed. I don't want to elaborate on what we did...
But, believe me, it's a lot better than paddling a boat with our feet.
Don't ask what we got from our Japan trip... Okay, we got to it. Aside from that, we didn't get to do anything but look at Fuji from the window of our room. When we have to go back, we go to sleep to rest on the bus. And once we're in Tokyo, we continue to bury ourselves in our room until we have to end our trip.
We're very drunken over each other.
Very...
It's lucky that we already bought things for those in Thailand on the first day when we visited Don Quijote, so it's not too embarrassing when we get back to Thailand. At least, we have gifts to give to the people at home. Though my parents said that they didn't want me to waste money, my mother ran over to grab my luggage when I got home.
"What did you buy me?"
Yep... that's how it goes, people.
"Things there are expensive, mom. Take the facial mask and foot massage pad. By the way... why haven't I seen Puth since I got back?"
I sweep my eyes through the entire house with surprise. Normally, my brother will be the first to run over to greet me, even if it's more of a tease. It's too quiet right now.
Is my brother dead... dead from my heart, woo Wo 19 .
"Yeah. Where is he? He should have picked you up from the airport. Bad brother." My father shakes his head, as if he's very weary of his eldest son. He then picks up the phone in the middle of our conversation.
"How was your trip?" My mother is asking nonchalantly as she reads the label of the facial mask, though everything is in Japanese. I smile embarrassingly a bit and nod a little.
19 This is a lyric from a song.
"It was fun."
"What did you do?"
"This feels so good, Chris. Don't stop..."
When my mother asks that, images of what happened in Japan flash through my head. I feel so awkward that I twist myself around. Ah... I miss MY Aontakam so much.
"A lot. I can't give all the details."
"Everyone, stop talking..." My father just hung up. He walks over to us, mother and daughter, looking very stressed. My mother, who is about to try the facial mask, has to stop on her track and squint. All our excitement disappears as panic creeps in when we see the look on my father's face.
"What is it?"
"Something happened to Puth."
"No..." I put my hand on my chest in shock. My heart drops to my feet. Tears are welling up, and I think my tears will be with me for days to come. "So that's why he didn't pick me up at the airport... No, why is his life so short? Was it a car accident?"
"He's not dead?"
"Oh. What are you playing, dad?"
I twist my face. It's not that I'm disappointed. I just played too big, and now I have to adjust my mood.
"He's at the police station."
"What? What happened?" My mother starts to panic. As for me, who thought my brother was dead a second ago, I feel very calm to know that he's at a police station. Like I said, I played very big earlier.
"He was charged with assault. He broke the other's party jaw."
"Who's the other party? Puth is not an aggressive person... My son is a very nice guy. If you see him on a motorcycle at night, he was only going to buy his mother something. How can society and the police frame a future doctor like this?"
"Do you have to refer to the current news, mom?" I glance at my mother and laugh. My father goes on to tell us what happened.
"The other party is Toy. Let's talk more in detail at the police station." My father says just that and heads to the car. When I hear whose jaw was broken, I am shocked. I can immediately guess why it happened...
It was probably because of me. I summoned the