Hey, guys! [girlfriendoftheauthor] is here with another chapter of 'Vixen of the Weekend.' In this chapter, Itsuka stays over at Izuku's house. It is there she states her concerns about her best friend's relationship with their teacher. As a warning and precaution, this chapter is a filler to build the events for the upcoming chapter. My boyfriend hopes to get time off from work in order to complete other incomplete chapters from this series. Take care. God bless!
One week later since Izuku's encounter with Kayama-sensei….
Izuku soaked in the remnants of the former day. The sun made its final descent into the horizon. A day that he can never get back. Of course, the teen knew there were other days to enjoy and to bathe in his harmony but not this day. This day along with other days will set forth for the course of what is to be for the future.
He sat outside on the porch swing in the back porch. The sound of cicadas ceremoniously preparing for their night's serenade. Nav's "Myself" was playing in the background next door by one of his neighbors. The teen felt he was on a Cloud Nine. He really couldn't find the right words in his vocabulary to describe the actions of the weekend before.
I miss you, Izuku!
The three words that filled his heart, connecting the red strings between a boy and a woman. He overrode that aforementioned thought - the red strings between a woman and a man. Last week, the teen dipped his paintbrush onto the canvas of an older woman. It wasn't just an older woman, but his sensei, Kayama-sensei. The boys couldn't even fathom the feelings and the sensation the Pro Hero 18+ gave to him onto the bathroom floor that fateful day. Even as he sat down on the bleachers in the gym, the teens would discuss many ways to seduce a woman.
Katsuki sneered, Denki being ticked, Fumikage nodded to follow suit, Eijiro backing up Katsuki's stories, and Nirengeki being the yes man. As the boys of class 1-A exchanging gravure cards of girls they took without permission, Izuku just silently laughed. They were boys to him. Nothing more than teens who enjoy the thought of perusing with girls and nothing more would come but their spunk on their hands. As they dream with their callous thoughts, dreams, and fingers, his paintbrush was dipped. He could no longer what teasing remarks they would have said about him being a novice or a virgin. Within his heart lies a secret that belonged to him and his precious sensei.
And whenever Katsuki saw the toothy grin on Izuku's face, his response was 'Why are so giddy, you baka?! You have been feeling really happy these last few days. It is kinda pissing me off' Izuku would just nod and smile. 'Nothing, Kacchan. Just observing you guys is all.' Katsuki would shake his head disapprovingly and return to the group. Izuku would continue to smile. The game should be sold and not to be told.
Business continued as usual at school. Kayama-sensei would sport her usual outfit and used her whip as a scare to whoever dared to challenge her. She gave Izuku the occasional winks, licks from her supple lips, and make small sensual touches whenever she walked down the rows of the classroom. His classmates, they loved to talk. Words from the grapevine spread like wildfire as many speculated that Kayama-sensei has a boyfriend. Her clothes were tighter to the point where many can see the linings of her titties and her panties (if she wore panties that day). Her fragrances were stronger, even entrancing the girls of class 1-A and 1-B. Tenya Iida once told the group of them in their study group that Kayama-sensei had a glow, which concerned Izuku in the fear that she could be pregnant. It was a relief to him later that day when she informed him that she wasn't pregnant. However, she didn't mind the idea of carrying his baby inside of her. She laughed it off, telling him that he was ten years too early to make babies but she didn't mind having practices.
At night, she would call and both filled their rooms, their sheets, and their undergarments of their juices. Clinging to every breath, every word, and every moan. Their hands were no longer enough. She cried out his name each time she climaxes and in return, he did the same.
He wanted more. That one time in the bathroom wasn't enough.
I miss you, too, Nemuri. Sorry I couldn't come and visit you today.
It was cleaning day at the Midoriya household. When hearing his mother playing old school R&B from her college days in the United States, there was a tear to his eye.
'Izuku Midoriya! Pull on some gloves. It's time to clean up!'
'Mom! I promise Kayama-sensei that I would come to her house today to clean the pool.'
'Not today, young man! There is a home that needs more cleaning than your sensei.'
'It won't be too long, I promise.'
'Not today, Izuku. I am starting to think you value your teacher than I.'
'Mom, you know how much I love you.'
'Then, show it, baby!'
'Yes, ma'am.'
'Listen, Icchan! With your father out of town for the next six months, I need you.'
'I understand.'
Kayama-sensei returned him a message.
N: That is okay, baby! I was going to tell you that I had to take care of errands. So, today was a no go anyway.
I: I wish we can make love again.
N: We will when we have the chance. Do you still have my leotard from my outfit?
I: Yeah! I put it under the bed so Mom wouldn't notice.
N: Good! Think of me tonight and get it nice and dirty for me.
I: You're making me hard.
N: And that is what I intend. Get it raunchy with your special sauce and then bag it up. I got plans with it.
I: Okay!
N: Soak the linings with your juices! Inhale it with my panties. Think of me and only me!
I: I will!
N: Got to go! I am about to visit my mother. Love you!
I: Love you more!
Last week was considered the best experience of his sixteen years of existence. He was still in disbelief that he had lost his virginity to the Pro Hero 18+ Midnight, affectionately known as Nemuri Kayama.
His loins still lingered for her affection. He can still feel the tightness of her vagina and the pressure of her tongue when engaged in a kiss. He could still feel the slick, warm tiles of the bathroom floor. Her body rubbing on top of him when they were lying on the air mattress. Her grunts, her moans, her wants, her needs, her reprimands, her desires, his desires, their passion. He fell into the web of her embrace. And that was a feeling he couldn't let go.
As the starry night exposed the heavens, Izuku couldn't help but smile. As if the gods were applauding him for such a task. A star-studded event that he hasn't seen in years. He didn't know where heaven ended and the Earth began. He pictured what would it be like to make love to Kayama-sensei in the mountains next to an onsen on a starry night. That is something that he would like to do with her when he had the opportunity to speak with her again.
There were written instructions she gave to Izuku on Friday before departing home for the weekend. Be sure to wear my uniform so it can be absorbed with your scent. Think nothing but lecherous thoughts as you soak it in your spunk. Bless my suit with your heavenly seed. I want you to dirty it to the point that no detergent in the world could wash off its scent. He had everything planned. With his mother too busy couponing and drinking her wine, she would be too consumed to check up on him. He had a Quiet Storm soundtrack to fit the occasion, scented candles, and a picture of his sensei next to the nightstand. She even provided locally-sourced lubricant to help him on this night. He looked forward to Sunday. Although he couldn't obviously have sex with her, just being there is enough. He was looking forward to their next break for so alone time.
He opened his door to his bedroom. Lying on his bed was his best friend, Itsuka fervently reading one of his mangas. From his position, it looked like the latest issue of The World God Only Knows.
"Izuku, do you have the latest issue of Assassination Classroom?"
His lecherous mind had to refocus to the matter at hand. His plans came to a screeching halt. On his calendar, circled in a red highlighter was the date that he and Itsuka were having a movie night together. It was their usual monthly routine between the best friends. They have been doing it since they were elementary school kids.
He was easily distracted by Kayama-sensei that it completely slipped his mind. He had tried rescheduling it but her mother was out of town with her boyfriend. So, his plans were to be put on hold until free time allows him to do so.
After a delayed thought, he answered. "No, I don't have the latest issue. I didn't think you even like that kind of manga."
The redhead stopped, darting her eyes at him. "I really don't care for it, but I take a gander every now and again." She flipped another page.
"If you want, I have the other copies on my bookshelf. I even have Aki Sora that you have heavily worn out."
"Nah! Swingout Sisters is now my new schtick! Better storyline!"
"Whichever suits your fancy."
She turned on her back. "I saw you go outside earlier. Who were you speaking?"
He stared blankly into the redhead's eyes. "Katsuki! Getting him to back off from earlier."
"Still about the pictures?"
"Yeah!"
"You know you should have told me. Could have given him the Battle Fist special."
He clicked his tongue. "I thought I have handled it well. No worries."
She placed the manga. "That's good...just surprised is all."
"What is the surprise?"
"Normally, you will tell me these things whenever we got together." She crossed her arms. "Feeling kinda distant lately."
He raised his eyebrow. "Distant you say? Didn't we just spent three fun-filled hours at Anne Miller's singing karaoke and chilling at the oxygen bar together last week? Did we spent plenty of time at school together?"
She scoffed while blowing a raspberry. "That is family night. One of the many nights of obligation time with all of the family members. You treat me like family. Plus, School doesn't count. We have no choice." She looked down at the book. "I mean, we haven't spent that much time together. And I miss that!"
"Gee," replied Izuku. "Sorry if you feel that way. Don't take it seriously if I offended."
"It's no worries," said Itsuka. "Just the aura feels different."
Itsuka always had the knack for discernment which worried Izuku. She was a naturally concerned friend. She has always had a sixth sense about things that weren't right. That was how she knew her father was cheating on her mother with her aunt.
"School has been busy, Itsuka," said Izuku as he pulled off his slippers. "Don't think I wasn't being distant from you. Just a lot on my mind."
"Boy stuff, I get it. Just normally you would let me know."
"Forgive me, Suka!"
She furrowed her eyebrows when hearing her nickname, throwing the manga book at Izuku. He caught it in mid-air. "Nice moves, Izzy!"
He let out a smile. "I try! I try!"
Unbeknownst to Izuku, she had a watchful eye on him. The moment began at school earlier that week. Her classmate, Reiko Yagami came to her with great concern. She asked the tomboy if they could meet after school alone.
Itsuka agreed.
She met Reiko at the shed. Reiko appreciated the tomboy for coming and wanted to address it to her since she knew Itsuka and Izuku were close.
Without baiting breath, she told Itsuka that she believed that something was going between Kayama-sensei and Izuku.
Reiko lives in the same neighborhood as the Pro Hero Midnight. Her house is directly from Kayama-sensei's backyard. One afternoon, she peeked on the duo and observed their teacher's body language. It was the way she presented herself to the teen that raised concern and suspicion. She addressed Itsuka with concerning matter and wanted her to look out for Izuku.
Believing the concern of Reiko, she took her advice.
Over the last couple of days, she observed Izuku and his behavioral patterns. It was little things that were peculiar. For instance, when he had text messages coming from friends like Mineta, Tsuyu, or Ochako, he had no discretion of answering in front of her. When there were other texts, he quickly stepped away to answer them. His absence was in between ten and fifteen minutes. Upon his return, when he was questioned by her or one of their classmates, his excuse was he either had to use the restroom or it was over boring stuff that he didn't want to bother them.
Itsuka had to acknowledge that his best friend is a teenager. And teenagers deserved privacy every now and again. Itsuka, herself, would do the same thing, but at least address it to her mother on what boy she was engaged with.
Izuku, however, didn't. Although Izuku's parents supported his choice of privacy, in the back of her mind, red flags were raising. Being the inquisitive tomboy, she went lurking for more.
Confirmation occurred that Saturday morning after Izuku's departure to Kayama-sensei's house.
Itsuka spent the night at Ryuko's house as she does from time to time. She had spent the latter part of her morning in bed watching YouTube videos on her tablet. About a minute into her fourth video, Ryuko came inside of her bedroom. Although comfortable around her auntie, Itsuka covered herself from her partial nakedness. Ryuko gave her a blank stare as if the question she was going to ask was odd. Ryuko asked Itsuka has she been using any of her condoms.
The redhead crossed her arms in response to that question. Admittedly, the tomboy has engaged in oral sex with other boys; more or less for practice. However, she has yet "gone all the way." Itsuka shook her head in disagreement and advised her to ask the other members of the household.
Ryuko responded to her that she did, but each gave her the same answer. She told Itsuka that Tomoko, Yawara, and Shino kept their own condoms or other contraceptives.
Ryuko told her that she keeps the condom count to ensure supply. She has a certain limit that must be reached before acquiring more. As the blonde debriefed her on condom mathematics, she said that normally she and her boyfriend used three condoms in each engagement. Four, if they had an off week. Before they had sex, she remembered counting twelve pack of condoms. Her cause of concern came that following morning when she counted six.
Itsuka shrugged her shoulders, debating if Ryuko's boyfriend took them home or they miscounted. Or, unlikely, but probable, maybe Shino's nephew may have them. She stated that Kota would have used the latex as a balloon or mistaken them for gum. It wasn't the first time the six-year-old did something out of an honest mistake.
Knowing her search led nowhere, she decided to go and text Izuku. Ryuko remembered that Izuku did come over a couple of days earlier to babysit Kota as a favor so she could have sex with her boyfriend.
Itsuka returned to her video. She remembered Izuku texting her saying that had left with his mother for Kayama-sensei and he wasn't going to be reachable. At her fifth video, she could no longer focus on the wrestling for any position of a tightening pose reminded her of things she wanted to do with her best friend.
A secret she has yet to expose or refuse to expose.
Her feelings for Itsuka have developed back when they were in junior high school. It was laundry day at the Midoriya house and she volunteered to do laundry. She had every family member's clothes into the wash, except for Izuku. Tardy as always, waited the last minute to throw the load into the wash. Fortunately, she had no plans. So, for an additional five dollar late fee, she would do his clothes.
Izuku returned to her a kiss on the cheek for gratefulness. She was flattered. However, it wasn't the primer of Itsuka's obsession with Izuku. She was washing his underwear for his undergarments were part of the whites. It was when she saw dry patches of white stains on his underwear. No longer she was washing the clothes of a boy. She was smelling a man in those used briefs.
Her feelings continued when she and Izuku spent time alone at each other's houses masturbating. Using hentai or pornography as a source to explore their bodies, their backs were to each other as they played with themselves. She revels in the silence as she wanted to hear his moans.
To this very day, she occasionally borrows his underwear for experimentation of her human sexuality. Of course, she borrowed the vernacular from Tenya, but any abysmal excuse of her feelings for the emerald-haired child.
Thinking of the possibility of Kayama-sensei engaging in an affair with her Izuku was unriveting. The thought of a used cougar planting her dirty paws on a young cub made her filled with frustration and aggravation. She had planned to follow him that day but was sideswiped with chores from her Uncle Yawara. She had promised him the weekend before that she would assist him with the backyard. So, instead of tending to Izuku's needs, her Saturday was spent tending to the backyard.
She couldn't even concentrate the entire time at Anne Miller's. While others were enjoying pizza and playing arcade games, her thoughts were filled with Izuku. She watched him texting on the phone throughout their visit. His smile, wider than it has ever been. Seeing his cheeks flushed, like an embarrassed shy schoolboy. Someone was garnering his attention and she wanted the source.
She made it in her mind that she would discuss this at their movie night. She hoped to discuss some things about Kayama-sensei.
Nevertheless, it was comforting that she was able to spend time with him on his bed, filled with his scents.
At the same, she wanted answers.
It was near nine in the evening when he and Itsuka decided to watch movies. She knew Izuku was a fanatic of eighties movies. Ryuko suggested River's Edge to be a great choice. A movie starring Keanu Reeves and Crispin Glover in their foundation stage was awesome. Plus, the movie can act as an icebreaker to ask about Kayama-sensei.
When returning to his bedroom, Izuku was already dressed in his night attire. She blushed as he was wearing his boxers and a plain t-shirt. Playing coy, she displayed a grin. "Decided to throw out the old tighty-whiteys?"
He shrugged. "Yeah, don't need them." He closed the closet door and sat on the floor. "Plus, I began noticing many of my briefs went missing."
Itsuka covered her mouth to hide her grin, looking to the sky. "I can't tell. Sock goblins?"
"More like perverted goblins," interjected Izuku. "But, hey ho!" He got to the bed. However, he was flushed when observing Itsuka's attire.
She was sporting a nightgown. It was white and sort of see-through. Fortunately, her bra covered her breasts, but he could still see the outlining of her panties. They were light pink.
"Any particular reason, Itsuka," asked Izuku. "Expecting a boy later?"
She pouted her lips. "What? Can a girl be sexy for a change? Is there a problem?"
"No, none at all."
"Good! So, how you want to do this?" She questioned Izuku on bed arrangements.
"We can both just get in the covers. I am okay with that." His response was frank. She couldn't tell rather the response was simply out of stating facts or shyness. She hoped for the latter. The redhead never wore that kind of attire. The option of wearing boy shorts and a plain t-shirt was the case. However, it wasn't every day to have this moment. With the door closed and locked, she was going to have alone time with him.
Darkness filled the room, with the exception of glare coming from the television. They were quiet. The volume was kept low enough to not disturb Izuku's mother. On the screen, they were watching the scene when Crispin Glover's character, Layne, and Daniel Roebuck's character, John, were in Layne's car on their way back obtaining alcohol. What Izuku gathered was that John killed his girlfriend, Jamie. John confessed his murder to his friends and even so displaying her body to them. The body was left alone for several hours before Layne decided to get rid of the body. Izuku whooped at the scene when he saw police cars surrounding John's house.
"Oh, God," cried Izuku. "Somebody snitched."
"You don't say," replied Itsuka. She studied him. She watched his facial expressions. She was watching a boy in his transition to manhood. She scooted closer with hopes he didn't notice. "Well, he addressed it to many people so it was no surprise that one of them have snitched."
"You're right, but it makes me think of loyalty."
"Loyalty?"
"Yeah," said Izuku. "Regardless of the right or wrong, you should keep your things in line in keeping secrets."
"A proven fact," she asked while raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah," he said. "I am loyalty to you. You are my best friend."
She blushed. "Thank you," she said faintly.
"I am loyal to you, my parents, the good Lord, Kayama-sensei," said Izuku with the sound of absoluteness in his voice. "When I do something, regardless, loyalty is there."
She nodded. "You have always been more mature than your age allows."
"Thanks."
"Don't mention it." She wrapped her arms around him tenderly. He didn't flinch. She knew the shallowness of his breath that he was feeling funny. She pressed closer to him.
"Tell me what was it like with Kayama-sensei."
His eyes widened as if Itsuka was the person responsible for setting the atomic bomb. He was Hiroshima and Nemuri was Nagasaki. "My time with Kayama-sensei?"
"Yes, Izuku, who else?" She giggled very gingerly. She scooted away while removing her arms. She took the remote control and put the video on pause. Not wanting to make him uncomfortable, she allowed him space. If she was going to get anything, then she needed him to be as comfortable as possible. "How was your time with Kayama-sensei?"
He swallowed a lump in his throat. "K-K-Kayama-sensei? It was cool. Just help her out with cleaning her swimming pool!"
"Cool, I hope she lets us take a dip in the pool?"
I have taken more than just dips in the pool, Itsuka. If you only knew.
"Here's hoping," said Izuku while wiping his forehead. The uncertainty of the sweat from being with her or feeling like he was interrogated. "She is a very nice person. She offered me a job and I took it. I wanted to be useful is all."
"No worries, bro. There is nothing wrong in being useful." She lightly tapped him on the shoulder with her fist. "You have always been helpful. Always been a shining star. Always want to lend a hand. That is why you are the Jack-of-all-trades."
He swayed his hands. "You are making fun now. I just did because I enjoy helping her. I mean you know that I kinda like her."
She played coy once again. She raised her eyebrows. "Like her?" She nudged him with her shoulders.
"Ok, I really like her."
"Oh!" She looked away for a moment. "Nothing wrong with an innocent crush. I get them. You get them. It is perfectly natural."
Feeling moisture from the bed sheets, she opened the blankets, allowing cool air to soothe her legs. He blushed the moment her slender legs were on display. His breath became labored. He digressed his thoughts. Why am I feeling like this? This is my best friend. I know she is a girl and she will have figures of girls I like, but that is still my friend, a sister at that.
"Tell me, Izuku," she blushed but kept his attention on Izuku. "Do you still masturbate?"
His eyes widened in disbelief of the question. Matter of factly, this situation was getting peculiar for the fact they were cuddled in a position like lovers. No friend in the free world would wear an outfit like that without ulterior moments. Something was in the water, but he was too afraid to address it to his tomboyish friend. "Is that something we shouldn't discuss in front of each other?"
She tilted her head. "Why is it weird? We are friends. I think it is better than asking some stranger." She winked at him. "Plus, remember our junior high days?"
"It still feels odd though," said Izuku as he scooted a bit further from Itsuka. "To discuss it this freely."
"Well, I don't feel weird about it," said Itsuka. "You are my best friend and I love you." She allured her eyes to him. She scooted further into his position. "You don't have anything to worry about. What we discuss here is between the both of us. No one is going to know." She extended her pinky. "I swear. Do you?"
He sighed, knowing that his soft side was occurring. "I swear." He extended his pinky. "To answer your question, yes I still masturbate."
She smiled. "Thank you for displaying your openness. To tell you the truth, so do I!"
She admitted to Izuku about her reasons for masturbating and she found it as a relief of stress. She did explain that it was also a source of alleviating her sexual tension. She hoped that her explanation would get some kind of information out of him.
"Your turn!"
"Say what?"
"Since I told you what I do to masturbate. Now it is your turn."
"Itsuka, this is getting awkward again."
She furrowed her eyebrows. "Pinky swore."
He lifted his head in frustration of the pinky swore. "Okay, I think about the girls at my school. I think about girls I see on TV."
"Porn?"
"Yes!"
"So, what kind of girls," questioned Itsuka.
"Older girls," said Izuku. "I always preferred Japanese girls, but I am an equal opportunity person."
She purred. "You have always been on the older women spectrum. Nothing wrong with that. Girls like Auntie Ryuko or Kayama-sensei?"
Before he could answer, a knock came to the door. A knob was turned but was locked. "Icchan, is everything alright in there?"
Izuku heard his mother at the door. He got from the bed to answer the door. "Strange, I didn't know it was locked." He added. "Hold on a sec, Mom." He unlocked the door and his mother entered the room. She was wearing her bathrobe. Her hair was wrapped in a ponytail. She smelled fresh like she came from the shower. She scanned the room and saw the blushing Itsuka in his bed.
"I hope I am not walking into anything, am I?" Inko raised her eyebrows, keeping her hands on her hips.
"No, ma'am," answered Izuku. "Itsuka and I were watching a movie and having our talks."
She shook her head. "I know I shouldn't be worried, but it is late and I think it is time you guys go to bed." She turned to her son. "Remember, we have our thing with Kayama-sensei in the morning."
"I know. I know," said Izuku. "Hey, Mom. Is it okay if Itsuka stays the night in my room with me?"
Inko closed her eyes and pondered on the question. "I don't see anything wrong with it." She reached into his drawer and tossed a pair of shorts to Itsuka. "If she changes her attire, then it is permissible."
Inko came to the bed and kissed Itsuka on her forehead. She returned to her son and kissed him on his cheek. She whispered something incomprehensible that Itsuka didn't pick up. She kissed Izuku again and closed the door.
A few moments later, Itsuka was wearing the shorts that his mother picked out for her. They resumed the movie until she watched Izuku drifted into sleep. As he lied sleeping, she sniffed his hair, inhaling his manly scent. As much as she wanted to masturbate in his bed, she didn't want to disturb the sleeping child. A kiss to his lips had to suffice until she, too, drift into slumber.
As she shut her eyes, her plan was to investigate Kayama-sensei's relationship with Izuku. And that will begin on the following morning.
To be continued...