Golden week

Chapter 2: Shopping



I sit up, letting out a yawn. I reach up and rub my eyes. Instinctively I reach out and grab my pack of cigarettes. I pull one out and light it, taking a long drag. I breathe out with a satisfied sigh.



(Nothing like the first puff of the day to wake me up), I think to myself.



After I finish it, I get out of bed and get dressed. I go down to the kitchen and see Chika sitting at the table in her pajamas. She’s putting the finishing touches on a cake.



“Don’t you think it’s a bit earlier to be making a cake?” I can’t help but notice that she’s got a bit of cream on her face. (She always tastes her food).



"Well, I was bored, and you weren’t awake yet, and this was the only thing I could think of doing,” she says with a grin. I walk over to her and scoop the cream off her face, and lick my finger clean, loving the sweetness of it. Chika blushes slightly.



“Hey, if you\'re still bored later, we just got our allowances yesterday...how about we go shopping?” I suggest.



Chika nods. “Sure! Sounds like fun,” she says, smiling. She looks so adorable...I just want to grab her and push her down on the table, and...



I shake my head, banishing the thoughts. Chika puts the cake away for later and goes up to her room to get ready, and I go up to my room, as well. I change into my street clothes very quickly and go over to Chika’s room.



“You ready yet?” I ask, opening the door and getting a perfect view of her shirtless. Her tiny pink nipples are just sticking out of her barely-there breasts. She goes red in the face, and I instantly step out, closing the door behind myself. I lean back against it, feeling my heart racing so fast it feels like it’s going to bust out of my chest. I can feel wet warmth spreading between my thighs.



I pull out a cigarette as best as I can with my trembling hands. I then just barely fumble out my lighter, and I bring it up, but can’t seem to get my fingers to work the flint. Just then the door opens. Chika puffs her cheeks slightly.



“You should take you own advice about knocking!” she says.



“Sorry about that. Anyways, you ready?” I ask, trying to cover up the traces of nervousness in my voice. She nods.



“Yeah, but don’t think I’m going to let you borrow any of my money,” she says. I grin.



“Don’t worry, I won’t. A friend at school owed me a few favors and is buying all my cigarettes for me, so I’ve got plenty of cash,” I say. The two of us leave the house, locking the door as we leave.



“How about a ride on my scooter?” I suggest. Chika looks at me, a bit nervous.



“I don’t know...it’s not really made for two people.”



I reach out and muss up her hair. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine,” I tell her. She fixes her hair, and I suddenly remember that she needs a helmet.



“I’ll be right back,” I tell her, running back into the house. I go into a closet, and after a few moments of digging around, I find my old helmet and go back out.



“Here, put it on,” I say, tossing it to her. She catches it and slips it on, then starts trying to get the straps right. I can tell she’s having a hard time with them, so I walk over to her and kneel down.



“Let me get that for you,” I say as I begin to adjust them.



(Her lips are so close right now...and they look so soft), I think to myself, using all my self control to not steal a kiss.



It only takes me a few seconds to get the straps right, but it feels like a much longer time, I stand up and look at her. That little tail of hair is sticking out of one of the slots in the helmet, making her look so adorable I can barely stand it.



“Well, looks like we’re all set,” I say as I hop on my scooter. I move forward slightly and tap the spot right behind me. Chika gets on as well, and wraps her arms around me.



(Damn! I wasn’t thinking about the fact that she’d be hugging me like this!) I curse to myself as I start up the engine, and right away I regret choosing it even more as the vibrations run through my body.



After a short ride to town, I park and get off in front of one of the stores.



“I’ve got to go to the bathroom really quick,” I say to Chika before walking into the building. I rush to the bathroom and get into a stall, nearly slamming the door. I lock it and lift up my skirt.



(Great, my panties are totally soaked). I shake my head and pull them down. I’m about half-tempted to masturbate, but know that I can’t. I unroll a few sheets of toilet paper and wipe my quim as dry as I can, and do my best to dry my panties as well. It’s just barley noticeable once I\'m done. I drop the paper into the toilet and flush it away. I pull my underwear back up and leave the lavatory. Chika is still waiting next to the scooter.



“That was quick,” she says.



Chika and I wander through a few of the stores, mostly just browsing. As we walk past a clothing store, I see a sun dress that looks like it would be perfect for Chika. I look at the price tag and look at the money in my wallet.



(It’s on sale, so I’ll be able to buy it and have plenty left over), I think to myself. I tell Chika to that I want to look around on my own. She nods and goes off. Once she’s out of sight, I go into the store and grab the dress, and go to the counter. After the clerk runs the price tag, she asks if I’d like it gift wrapped.



“Yeah. It’s going to be a surprise,” I tell her, not able to hide my grin. She gives me an odd look before she puts it in the box and wraps it up. After she’s done, I tuck it under my arm and walk out of the store.



It takes no time at all to find Chika at the music shop. She\'s standing at one of the demo booths with her back turned to me. I walk up behind her and grab her sides, making her yelp out loud. Everyone turns around and looks at us. Chika glares at me, blushing fiercely.



“What was that for, Onee-san?” she demands as everyone goes back to what they were doing.



“Consider it payback from when I had that job at the restaurant,” I say with a sly grin.



“That was Miu’s fault!” she says defensively. Just then she notices the package I’m carrying.



“What’s that?” she asks.



“It’s a present for you.” She looks at me strangely. “Consider it my way of paying you back for all the times I bummed money off you,” I tell her. She pouts.



“I’d rather have the money back.”



“Well, too bad.”



She looks at the package. “So what is it anyways?”



I shake my head. “You’ll have to wait till we go home before I let you have it.” She pouts again.



(She looks so cute like that! I almost don’t care that we’re in public...I want to kiss her!)



But I quickly push those thoughts out of my mind. We look around the store for a few more minutes. Chika picks up a few CDs here and there before we go up front and she pays for them. As soon as she’s done, we get back on the scooter and drive back home. As we do, I can’t stop myself from thinking about how cute she’ll look in the dress I got her.