Tender Zephyr

The front door opened slowly and a shadowy figure crept into the pitch darkness of the house. There was a stealthy nuance in his stride, which was rendered useless by his collision and fall into an empty chair. She woke up alarmed and significantly frightened. With a furrow from her eyebrows, she crouched and moved out of her bedroom door with so much as a short, quiet squeak from her bedroom door. She stepped inside the kitchen and inspected the corners expecting her father to be acknowledged in her field of vision. From the intruding moonlight refracting through the window she could make out nothing significantly lighter than the ominous shade of black. Before she surrendered the search she felt a cold chill suddenly arise and was gradually making its way down her spine. She was momentarily immobilized from the freeze; when she regained control she decided to move herself about face. They were the coldest pair of eyes she ever laid eyes on. Immobilized once again, she heard a tube-like blast and saw a flash of light from the corner of her eye. She could only remember the pair of icy blue eyes that gradually seemed to get colder…

And then the sound of the sharp exhaust of breath vibrated the room. He was upright; his pupils were dilated encasing his iris halfway, and his heart was pumping fast enough to give him vertigo from shock. There was also a pressure built up between his legs.

‘Well at least my bladder held up from that hell.’

Conan got up and out of his bed and silently made his way to the bathroom. He was extra careful going across Ran’s door, knowing that she must be exhausted from Sonoko’s party. He finally made it to his destination and proceeded to relief himself immediately. Conan washed his hands after taking care of business and looked at himself in the mirror. Upon grogginess his eyes showed something was out of place. He needed something; he needed to expel an energy that has since been the plague of living in his cursed carcass. That energy was lust; the crimson in his eyes revealed more than exhaustion from his blood. Conan decided he’d been up long enough and started to head out the bathroom. At the same time, he saw Ran’s door close abruptly. Conan was startled at the unexpected movement. He realized that Ran must have just got home.

‘It also means…she must be changing out of her clothes.’

Conan grinned mischievously at the thought of peeking through Ran’s door and seeing her curvaceous body naked before him. However, his conscience was browbeating his voyeuristic thoughts. Conan ultimately decided that he was going to go under the impression of child-like concern and would acknowledge his perverted invasion as an accident. After many tries he could not quietly turn the doorknob without the lock barricading any further movement. Conan decided to lean his ear against the door. There were sounds of heavy breathing and perhaps muffled sounds of whimpering. Being the cunning detective that he is, Conan picked the simple lock to Ran’s door and pushed it lightly enough just to see what was going on inside. Conan saw the silhouette of what appeared to be Ran lying down with her alleged hands cupping her breasts. He almost seemed to be in regret of the ignorance of his conscience as his head rushed to blow his vulnerable blood vessels. He saw Ran’s breasts completely out in the open. What was more shocking was the fact she looked like she was…fondling them. ‘Ho-…-ly…shit’: the only thought to linger openly in Conan’s mind.

‘I so want to go over there and help her. I want her.’

In Conan’s mind and in Shinichi’s mind her body was inconvertibly flawless. From the time he sexually identified himself Shinichi absolutely did not doubt that Ran was the most gorgeous creature that God ever had the personal misfortune of creating for earthly purposes. After what seemed like an eternity, Ran’s hands slowly and gradually went down her body making her way just on top of her pubic bone. Conan’s arousal and fear mixed together like orange juice and vodka. ‘If she catches me spying on her right now, I’m not going to live to see the sun rise’. Holding that thought, Conan could not tear away from Ran ceremoniously removing her panties from legs and began to stroke her crotch. ‘And what a good way to end my life!’ This pretty much sealed off the apprehension of any negative consequence Conan might have had engaging in this escapade. To Shinichi, this was a once in a lifetime chance for him. Conan was mildly surprised to find himself fully awake and erect. He absent-mindedly started to stroke his penis a little, but he never tore his eyes away from her. Shinichi was distantly hoping that it was him that turned Ran on like this. From his thoughts to God’s ears, Ran had started moaning Shinichi’s name while she fingered herself. Conan could only stare dumbfounded and thoughtless as she used his image to sexually satisfy herself.

He wanted to stop this. He wanted to stop this and he wanted it to last forever at the same time. There was only one way he could do that: change back to Shinichi, go to her, do the feeling bit, hop on the good foot, then do the bad thing. Conan maliciously cursed the predicament he was in, now more than any other time. He didn’t want to be Conan, the innocent 8 year old detective in the making. He wanted to be Shinichi; the perverted 17-year-old detective who wanted to bone his childhood friend like he was Ron Jeremy on crack. But alas, all he could do is watch, as Ran was making the peak, only moments away from the flood. He watched in a pleasurable horror as he saw her ramming and jamming her fingers inside that wet batch of goodness, climbing to the symbolic peak which was known as the scientific theory of the female ejaculation. The thrusts were getting harder, the moans and groans were getting louder, the temperature was getting hotter; their genitals were getting antsier by the second.

Then it happened; Ran, with her ultimate moan of the night, flushed her juices on her bed. Conan couldn’t believe what was happening: only after a few minutes of stimulation he ejaculated the same time Ran did. The sync was so perfect it was almost elegant in its own element. After a few moments Ran started to shift around, which cued Conan to move away from the door. He quietly went back to his room in haste, wanting to go to sleep as fast as possible. The last thing he wanted to do now was make a sound loud enough for Ran to get suspicious. He closed his eyes and waited for the darkness to set him. Until then, Conan’s mind started replaying the entire thing over again, especially their synchronous climactic finale.

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