Smut warning for this section

A group of girls had started following Jotaro around his high school. It was a bright cloud in a dark sky. He would stare at them sometimes, pretending to sort his books or tie his shoe.

As he drifted off to sleep each night, he imagined futures with each of them. There was boisterous, long-legged Cazue, who bought him stylish clothes and took him to raves where they had wild, drug-induced sex. They put off college to travel across Europe after high school. Then there was shy, beautiful Fumiko, who made him work for every inch of skin. He applied for her favored colleges, joined the soccer team and visited her grandfather at a home in Kyoto before she showed him her glorious body. And there was plain Yui, whose rumpled uniform hid a perfect figure, who followed him across the world, cooking his favorite foods and making sure his clothes were pressed and perfect, never so much as looking in the direction of another man.

One morning, Jotaro awoke from these dreams to hear a knock at his home's front door.

"Are you Jotaro's friend?" he heard Holly ask.

"We just met last week," Cazue's voice rung out, "You have such a beautiful house, Mrs. Kujo."

Jotaro's stomach jolted. What was she doing here? He dressed at a record pace, afraid of what Holly might say to her, but not wanting to look poorly-dressed in front of Cazue either.

"Let me make you some tea."

Jotaro groaned. He couldn't make out their voices after that, but he heard them giggling. When he gots to the kitchen table, Holly was happier than he'd seen her in a long time. "I'm so glad to meet your friend, Jotaro."

He hadn't brought a friend home since he was old enough for his mother to arrange playdates.

"We need to get going or we'll be late," Jotaro said, grabbing a muffin off the table and Cazue followed.

"Your mother's so nice," she said as they walked to school, "You didn't tell me your mom was nice."

Holly was still grinning when Jotaro got home, "She's so beautiful."

"We're just friends," Jotaro grumbled.

His mother tittered, "You should change that."

He scowled.

"Come on," Holly insisted, "I'll give you money to take her on a date."

Jotaro's brow furrowed. Did she think his shoes magically grew to the size of his feet? Does she think his new uniforms just appeared? His father gave him a bank card years ago. "I'll think about it."

Holly wagged her finger, "Don't be shy. I can tell she likes you."

He gritted his teeth, about to walk away, but Holly's beaming face grated at him. "Her father's the president of the Akamine corporation. She has no brothers. I won't get a job like that."

"Maybe this is the push you need to get your grades up," Holly said, "You could go to business school."

Jotaro sighed. He could improve his grades. He could try for a top university. He could climb the corporate ladder. He could keep giving his world everything he had and hope to get something back in return. But it would only take one person, one problem, to block his way. "I need to meet a girl whose father does something like repair air conditioners. Maybe with a brother whose college we could pay for. Maybe with a grandfather who needs someone strong to lift him out of his wheelchair." Jotaro spent a lot of time imagining this family, where his presence improved every member's life.

Holly looked at her son like he'd come from another planet. "Well, I like Cazue."

Jotaro's hands curled into fists, the wisp of hatred towards his father that had been rising inside of more and more often turning into a flame. Sadao would understand. But where the fuck was he? He could have lunch with Cazue's father. Mention how useful it would be to have a son-in-law who speaks perfect English. Offer his entertainment-world contacts. Probe for hidden financial need. Then, meet Fumiko and Yui's fathers, and subtly guide Jotaro in the right direction.

Jotaro glared at his mother. He didn't yet know that his soul could manifest, but it was already forming cracks. What would being deemed unspeakably shameful by a lover's family do to him? And what if she loved him enough to create the next despised generation, alone in that big house, with only Holly willing to keep them company?

The sheets still smelled like Gina when Jotaro woke up, but she was already gone. He wrapped his blanket tight around his shoulders, savoring it. She'd had to go pack her suitcase and catch her flight, but what they'd shared had been so intense. It felt strange that she had just vanished.

Jotaro couldn't stop thinking about her. The soft lips on his neck, as he reviewed the next day's lessons, looking up unfamiliar chemistry terms, so he knew the words in English. Her tits spilling free from her dress as he strolled around the marina, excited to find a ponto tugboat that matched a model he'd built growing up. Her grating voice as he ate dinner at a dingy diner. As he vacuumed his living room, he imagined a future, just as an indulgence. Gina got him into sports, which they watched together. She convinced him to play intramural football. She was a bit of an exhibitionist. They once fucked in the back of his car while waiting for Tiny's Chicken to open. She'd always try to get him to finger her under a blanket during their son's little league games.

"I envy you, man," Trent boomed, holding up his red plastic cup in a toast.

Jotaro mirrored the gesture, wearing a wry grin. "Now I can't help but wonder whether every girl I meet is going commando."

"It is humid here," Trent mused, "Gotta air out the privates." He snickered.

Jotaro tried to join in, but his laugh was hollow. He felt a pit in his stomach. He plastered a smile on his face, but Trent had already met his eyes.

"Wait, do you like her?"

Jotaro squared his shoulders, "She's annoying." He took a sip of warm swill, "Plus she lives in Pheonix."

Trent faced him straight on, "Time to meet someone else." He pointed towards the girl he'd shown him the previous week, who was sitting by the fire with Melissa, "Kelly's not going to be single forever. She's smart like you- a math major." He smiled, "We could go on double dates with Melissa."

Jotaro hesitated. What if she turned him down? Would Trent know? Plus, a math major left something to consider. He fiddled with his cup, "What's living with Melissa like?"

Trent's brow furrowed, "I like it."

"I mean, who cooks? Who does laundry?"

Trent glanced out at the ocean, "We both do." He chuckled, "Pretty badly to be honest. There's piles of dirty clothes everywhere and we eat a lot of takeout."

Jotaro nodded crisply.

"Overall, it's awesome," Trent went on. He winked, "Have you ever put your face between a fat girl's tits?"

Jotaro shook his head.

Trent let out a booming laugh, "You'd think you died."

The next day, Jotaro stood on his balcony, smoking, watching the women go by. He found a girl in a bikini- tall, a bit too gangly, but pretty and followed her with his eyes until she went out of sight. He searched for another. There was that girl again, with the shoes, in the apron, rushing somewhere, but she was gone in an instant. He sighed. His encounter with Gina had riled him up. His body was whining. He peered down the long road along the beach, until he found The Anchor. It was buzzing.

After getting his Stella, Jotaro approached a fresh-faced girl. She was sitting behind a solid table, so he was taking a chance on her body, but there was something kind and innocent in her eyes. He rested his hand on the back of the chair opposite her, "Hello, there."

"I'm waiting for someone," she snapped, without even looking up at him.

Breathing audibly, he picked out a girl at the bar. Her dotted dress was terribly out of style, but her figure was sleek, and if all went well, it would be coming off anyhow. "Can I buy you a drink?"

She picked up her purse, which was on a chair next to her, "I was just about to leave."

Approaching was harder, he reflected as he sipped his beer back at his barstool. He finished his drink, then ordered another. Finally, a girl started to hover, a buxom blonde, in a plunging gold dress. She had none of Holly's girlishness.

Jotaro got her a drink. White wine.

"Where are you from?" came the tourist bar greeting.

"I live just down the road," Jotaro said, "How about you?"

"Knoxville."

"Really?" Jotaro forced a smile, "I've been wanting to go there. What sights should I see?"

This one didn't play games. Jotaro bought her another wine, because she drank fast, but she got through his door, out of her clothes and into his bed quickly. As he spread her legs, she murmured in an urgent tone, "I want to ride."

The request was so vulgar that it took Jotaro a moment to understand, but he rolled over and let her straddle him. She looked like a sex doll: bleached, white-blond hair, bright red lips, round breasts that must be silicon, a tattoo of a rose on her inner thigh that was thankfully out of view. Did she even have a family? With an alluring twist of her lips, she sank down onto him. He sucked in a raspy breath.

The girl tittered, lifting her chin, then running her hands down his chest, "You like my pussy, don't you?"

Jotaro's lip curled.

"Speechless," she cackled, starting to pump.

It was absolutely obscene, but damn, she knew how to fuck. Her tits swung with every thrust. Hypnotized, he fought to stop growls from flowing from his lips. To stop the smirks of satisfaction she flashed in return. Jotaro watched her hand move between her legs. She was touching herself. Making noises. But he was too far gone to even speak. Her moans filled the air, overwrought and grotesque, then profanity, as she came. It sent him over, eyes squeezed shut, and he thought he caught a glimpse of another world.

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