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Tug-of-War	By : thewriterwhocameinfromthecold Category: +G to L > Love Hina Views: 57788 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The next day, Naru took the day off from cram school and went with Kitsune to Shinobu’s school to see the situation for themselves. By previous arrangement, they met Shinobu at the front gate at the end of the school day. The little chef waved as she saw them and ran up at a fast clip.
“First things first,” Kitsune told her. “Show me the girls who are causing trouble, and then this Akiko they’ve been tormenting.”
Shinobu turned and pointed to a trio of girls leaning against the wall of the school. They were what Naru and Kitsune had been expecting: three teenage girls who wore their skirts a little too short and a little too much makeup because they thought it made them look grown up. Shinobu pointed out each in turn: first there was Nodoka, a tall girl who wore her curtains of dark hair loose about her shoulders. She moved with a combination of grace and bravado that Kitsune recognised, and wore an expensive watch that seemed to be on display with every move she made. The second was Yumi, a shorter girl with hair dyed blonde. The gossip of the group, she was dreaded by girls in the hallways and the locker room for fear that their private conversations would reach her bat-like ears. Finally, there was Kira, who seemed to be the public face of the group: a star in track and field and a member of the student council, Kira’s shining face and popularity seemed to offset whatever trouble her group might have caused. That, Naru and Kitsune figured, would have drawn a girl like Akiko more than anything else. What fourteen year old wouldn’t want the chance to be friends with the most popular girls in the school?
Then Shinobu pointed out Akiko as the girl came out of the school building. The young girl with her brown hair done up in pigtails wouldn’t have stood out to Naru and Kitsune if Shinobu hadn’t pointed to her. Neither beautiful nor ugly, nor tall or short, the only thing exceptional about Akiko’s appearance was how average she looked. That was except for the freckles on her face. Those stood out; and that, Naru and Kitsune knew, would be all some girls needed to pick on someone. Shinobu waved to Akiko and the girl ran to join the group.
“Hello, Shinobu,” Akiko called. “Who are your friends?”
“These are, uh…”
“We live with Shinobu,” Naru stepped in. “We just came here because we wanted to talk to Shinobu’s teacher about something.”
“Yeah,” Kitsune said. “Shinobu, why don’t you run off with your friend? We’ll touch base later.”
With Akiko safely away from her tormentors, Naru and Kitsune were free to carry out the next part of their investigation and followed Shinobu’s directions to the staff office. Inside the office, they asked the first teacher they met, an older woman with thick glasses, where they could find Shinobu’s teacher and were pointed in the direction of Kenji Atama sitting at the last desk on the row. Mr. Atama looked up from the papers he was grading to look at the young girls before him with bemusement.
“What can I do for you?” he asked, looking from Kitsune to Naru.
Naru took the lead, explaining what Shinobu had told them. Mr. Atama listened and nodded as if he already knew what they were going to say.
“Yes, Shinobu spoke to me about this.” He scratched his head and gave a helpless shrug. “Unfortunately, Akiko wouldn’t make a complaint. Unless she does, I can’t act.”
“But they’re manipulating that girl,” Kitsune insisted. “There must be something we can do.”
Mr. Atama shook his head. “I appreciate your passion, but I can’t punish someone based on hearsay.”
“That’s not good enough,” Kitsune said, her voice rising. “Aren’t you her teacher? If you can’t protect her, then who will?”
“Ms. Konno!” All eyes in the office turned in their direction as Mr. Atama rose and looked down at Kitsune from the full extent of his considerable and intimidating height. “I assure you, I am no less disgusted by the behaviour of these girls. But if I can’t prove any of these allegations, then nothing will change. It might even become worse. Now I suggest that you let me do my job without interference.”
Naru put a restraining hand on Kitsune’s shoulder, and suggested that she go get a coffee at a café down the road. “I’ll settle things here,” she told her.
Kitsune agreed with reluctance and bowed to Mr. Atama. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that,” she said before leaving the office.
“Perhaps,” Mr. Atama said, straightening his tie, “we could discuss this somewhere more private?” and off Naru’s nod, he led her down the hall and to an empty classroom.
Once they were inside and alone, Naru smiled as she took in the desks, the chalkboard, and the setting sunlight glinting through the window. It was a completely different room, a completely different school; but the room was so near in appearance that it might have been the same one where it all started. She turned to Mr. Atama and smiled.
Mr. Atama cleared his throat. “I take it she doesn’t know.”
“What?” Naru asked. “That you were my first?”
He had been a student teacher then, and she had been the representative of his class. The first day, he’d arrived in his suit and tie – a grown man before a crowd of girls almost half his age, and he’d never been more terrified – looking like he wanted to run. The class had sensed it, and, even under the watchful eye of their regular teacher Ms. Ozu, they sensed an opportunity to have a little fun.
“I’m Mr. Atama,” he said with a bow. “I’ll be taking over your class for now. I look forward to getting to know each of you.” He straightened and looked out over the sea of faces sizing him up. “So, does anyone have any questions?”
A hand shot up.
“Yes?”
“Say, Mr. Atama?” a girl at the back of the class asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?”
Whatever Atama had been expecting, that had not been it; and rather than rolling with it, he let it bowl him over. The girls began to giggle and Ms. Ozu gave him annoyed glare as he began to stammer, searching for the words that would deliver him from the question.
“All right, everyone, pipe down,” Naru called in her best voice of command as she rapped on her desk. “Show some respect and let the man do his job.” A few stragglers dared defy her by giggling further, but she soon set them straight with a death glare. She turned her attention to Atama. “They’re all yours, sir. They can be a little unruly at times, so you have to treat them with a firm hand,” she told him, unable to keep the reproach from her voice. He mumbled his thanks and sought refuge in the familiar ground of his lesson plan.
At first, she hadn’t thought much of him. Too easily intimidated by large groups, he didn’t seem to have the gumption to be a teacher. Had she not been the class representative, that might have been the end of it; but since she was, they were thrown together often. She was, after all, the liaison between him and the class. So, it was only natural that they began spending time together after school as she gave him feedback in addition to the critique given by Ms. Ozu. Over time his passion for his subjects and for seeing that his explanations were accessible to every student won her over.
It is often difficult to pinpoint when mutual respect evolves into attraction; but to this day Naru knew the exact moment things began to change. It was several weeks before the school festival, and Naru had been tasked with overseeing that the maid café, which the class had voted for, came off without a hitch.
“You seem distracted,” Mr. Atama said after class, looking up from the papers he had been grading. “Burden of command getting you down?”
Naru scowled down at the papers on her desk. She hadn’t even wanted to do the stupid maid café. If she’d carried the vote, they could be doing something dignified like a play or something. But no, now she’d have to get dressed up and fawn all over every guy who walked in, spouting “Welcome home, Master!” God, she wanted to puke.
“It’s these idiotic costumes,” she replied through her teeth. “They’re just so…so…frilly!”
Mr. Atama laughed. “They can’t really be that bad.”
“Oh no?” Naru reached into her bag and fished out the prototype, glaring down at the hateful black dress and white frilled apron. “Let me show you.” She slipped the dress on over her head and tied the apron around her waist. “Welcome home, Master!” she called in her most saccharine voice, and then laughed. “Give me a break.”
Atama cleared his throat as he stood up. He still looked amused, but for a second there was something else – A certain heat perhaps, she thought – in his eyes. “I’m sure if you preferred to work in the back, they’d let you. What is it that so upsets you, the outfit or the act?”
Naru considered the dress. “The act, I guess. I don’t like fawning on people.”
“You’re a very honest girl,” he said, placing a hand on her shoulder before thinking better of it. “There’s nothing wrong with that. It must be hard to act the leader all the time without having to pretend something like this on top of it.”
Naru’s heart lurched as she turned to stare up at him. No one, neither friend nor family, had ever spoken to her this way, or explained so succinctly what she was feeling. She had never felt so understood.
“Did I guess right?” he asked when he saw her expression. He placed his hand on her shoulder again, and this time it lingered. “I was a class rep too,” he told her. “It was no easier then.” He looked up at the clock. “You’d better head home before they close the school gate.”
That night she lay on her bed, ignoring her homework, touching the shoulder he had touched. It felt warm, she thought to herself.
For the next couple of days, she realised that her eyes were lingering on him longer than necessary during lecture. More than once, she caught herself watching his hands. They were wide-palmed with long elegant fingers: the hands of a man, nothing the boys in her class. Hardly a late bloomer, she had had crushes before; but this was the first time that she found herself daydreaming in class about anyone’s hands; what they might have felt like against her skin if her blazer and blouse hadn’t been in the way. She bit her thumb as the stirrings of arousal wreaked hormonal havoc on her body.
Without realising it, she began to make excuses to stay behind in class longer, inventing ideas to improve class efficiency and the preparation for the festival. She got an unexpected charge every time he smiled at her or approved of one of her ideas. Before long she was staying behind long enough that they began walking to the train station together, talking of things other than school. It felt to Naru as if they had moved beyond seeing each other as a class rep and a teacher. They were ordinary people to one another, if that made any sense. The realisation that she was becoming a part of his life outside of school thrilled her; and she knew that she wanted it to go further. And why shouldn’t they, she thought. After all, he understood her. He knew her to be more than those other girls who cared only about makeup and movies. She was mature, responsible; a woman in every way that they weren’t. Let the others chase after soccer players. She deserved a man; and she knew just the one she wanted.
She made her move a week before the festival, after school when Atama and she were doing their usual after school conference. All throughout the meeting, illicit little thrills ran up and down her spine as she waited for time to pass, for the point that she was sure that they would be alone.
“I’ve been giving a little more thought to the maid uniform,” she said with enforced nonchalance.
“Is that so?” he said, not looking up from his desk.
“Yes. I’ve even been working on my delivery. Want to see?”
He nodded, but she was already moving to the cloak room at the back of the class room to change. She slipped out of the uniform and into the dress. She cinched on the uniform and cap and emerged from behind the wall with her best smile.
“Welcome home, Master!” she sang. Atama regarded her with amusement as she skipped towards him and greeted him with a graceful bow. “Let me take your coat.” And once he graciously gave it to her, she directed him back to his chair. “You must be tired after such a long day.” She set his coat aside. “Shall I fetch you a drink?”
Then she decided to move to the next phase.
“Oh look,” she said, leaning down, “You’ve gotten it all dirty, Master.” She brushed imaginary dust from his shoulders and leaned closer under the pretext of doing a thorough job until her breasts were practically in his face. She ran her hands over his shoulders, savouring the feel of the contours. She knelt down before him giving her knees a demure look. “Master, is there anything else I can do for you?”
But when she looked up with the smouldering look that she’d spent half the week practicing in the mirror, the desire she’d expected to find on his face wasn’t there. There was only disappointment.
“Why are you doing this, Naru? This isn’t you.”
She recoiled from the rebuff. “What are you talking about?” she asked with stinging eyes. “How could it not be?”
He got up from his chair and started walking towards the door.
“Where are you going?” she asked. He couldn’t leave her alone after that. There was no way he was that cruel.
He pinched the bridge of his nose. “Naru,” he said without turning. “If this is a joke, it isn’t funny.”
A joke? She ran to him and seized his shoulders. “It’s not true!” She tried to turn him, but wouldn’t budge. “Please believe me. I love you.”
He seemed to tense. “I’m your teacher. This isn’t appropriate.”
“I know that, but I don’t care.” She leaned against his broad back, seeking warmth through his woollen blazer. “Please, won’t you look at me?”
“Listen to me.” He turned and looked down at her with a look worse than indifference or anger: it was sympathy. “Sometimes young girls-”
“I’m not a girl. This isn’t some sort of crush. I love you.”
“You say that, but-” He gasped in protest as she stood up on her toes and kissed him. The second of joy was cut off by a suddenly pain as he clutched her shoulders tight and pushed her away. “Naru stop!”
She stumbled back against a desk, and the stinging gave way to tears. “I…I’m sorry.”
“Good night, Naru.” Then he left her there. She arrived home late, long after the last of the tears had left her red eyes.
That was the end of their one-on-one meetings. The festival came and went (with her hiding in the back room during the maid café) without them ever having another private moment. If they were ever alone in a room, he left it; and any reports she gave to him were short exchanges in the teachers’ lounge, since he no longer lingered in the classroom after school. She supposed she should feel grateful that no one had found out, but all she could feel was pain.
“Thank you for the report,” Atama said and turned back to the papers on his desk. He made several marks before he realised that she hadn’t moved. “Was there something else? What? I can’t hear you,” he said as she mumbled something.
“You totally hate me now, don’t you?” Why even bother to hide it, she figured. It had to be obvious to everyone.
He looked took in her defeated posture and stood up from his desk. “Come with me.” She followed him to the empty hallway. He led her to the top stairwell, surrounded on three sides by the stairs, a wall, and a row of vending machines. “I never said I hated you,” he said, checking down the stairs for other people.
Deep inside, she felt a lightness that she hadn’t felt in weeks. “Really?”
He shook his head at the melodrama of teenagers. “Of course not.” He turned to go.
“I just…”
He turned to her. “Yes?”
She played with her bangs as she spoke over his shoulder. “I just wanted you to see me as a woman.” She clapped a hand over her face. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
His expression turned aggrieved. “No, you shouldn’t.”
She reached out for him, but he stepped back. “Just tell me one thing,” she said, letting her hand drop. “Tell me that it was all in my head. Tell me that you were never attracted to me and I’ll try to move on.”
Instead of answering her, he scowled. “Stop it.”
“Stop what? I-”
“Stop trying to tempt me. You shouldn’t talk to men this way.”
“Why? What have I done? I’m just trying to be honest.” Then she saw it: the same heat she’d seen when she’d first tried on that maid uniform. “It’s true isn’t it,” she realised in breathy wonder. “It’s not all in my head.”
“What are you talking about?”
But Naru was done talking. She lunged for him and pressed her lips to his. This was it; all or nothing. The seconds ticked by as he stood stock still with his lips frozen. She was sure she’d failed until she felt his arms come up to embrace her. She let out a hum of pleasure as she felt him kiss her back.
“Like I said,” he told her, leaning his forehead against hers, “you can’t talk to men that way.”
“Why? It got me what I wanted.” She leaned in for another kiss, but he held her at bay. Something new lurked under the surface of his eyes; something animal.
“You’d better be sure. You’re used to dealing with boys. I’m a man.”
His words made her quake, but there was no way she was backing off now. Not when she had come so far. “I can take whatever you dish out,” she told him with much more bravado than she felt.
She arrived wearing her school uniform as he had asked, and knocked on the door. She held the lapels of her blazer together as if to shield herself as she looked up and down the hallway. This was so wrong. If she got caught…She shook her head. Why was she getting nervous now? She’d come this far with him, there was no way she was backing off. He answered the door wearing jeans and an open collared shirt. It was strange to see him out of his suit, to see him so casual.
“You came,” he said as if he had wondered whether she would, and stepped aside to allow her to enter.
His apartment was a bachelor suite. A TV and a boom box dominated the wall kitty corner to the kitchen complete with small table and chair. Next to them was a small book shelf with teacher training textbooks and a few novels. The centre of the floor was dominated by a neatly made futon. He must have cleaned up before because there wasn’t a sock out of place. There wasn’t even a single dirty dish in the sink. Naru looked around the small room, but found her eyes drawn to the night blue covers of the futon – an inescapable reminder of just why she was there. She sensed his eyes on her and felt the strangest sensation of being naked. She wanted to turn to him, but couldn’t, almost afraid of what she might find behind her back or his.
“What did you tell your parents?” he asked. The words held no inflection, but served only to remind her of the taboo they were about to breach. She wished he had a couch or another room or something she could stand behind so he couldn’t see all of her, and she could shake this feeling of being on display.
“I told them I was studying at a friend’s house this Saturday,” she said without turning. “They trust me. They won’t check.”
“I’d be surprised if they did.” Was that uncertainty? “You’re a good girl, Naru. You always have been.”
But she didn’t want to be. She had rehearsed this scene with her mind and fingers every night for weeks now. So why did she feel so uncertain? She felt his hand on her shoulder.
“It’s not too late to back out.” She turned and saw the same kind smile that he showed in lecture. She mulled over the unspoken implication of his offer: once this started, there was no going back.
She shook her head. “I’m ready.” She leaned up to kiss him.
“You’re sure?” he asked when she pulled back. “Like I said, you’re used to dealing with boys. Are you prepared for being with a man?” As if to give her a taste of things to come, he ran his hand down her arm and over her hip. His hand splayed out over her butt and he pulled her flush against him. “Because this may be more intense than you think.”
Naru shuddered at the feel of his hard-on pressed against her stomach. “So ready,” she replied under her breath.
He smiled in a way no man had ever smiled at her before. Millions of years of prey instinct flashed through her mind, and she shivered. Was this the person who lurked underneath those simple brown suits and kind eyes? She had always assumed that she would get him to succumb to her charms; but now she knew how wrong she’d been. They were in his den now and he was the one in charge.
“We’ll start,” he said, leaning down, “by showing you how it feels to be kissed by a man who knows how.”
Then he claimed her lips. There was no other word for the way he clutched her to him as his lips landed hard against hers. Before she could even react, his tongue had forced its way past her lips and began scouting the contours of her mouth. She moaned around his tongue. None of the boys at school had ever kissed her this way. None would have the knowledge or guts to try. Not wanting it to end, she wound her arms around his neck and held tight. She actually whimpered when he pulled away.
“Now do you see?” he asked, arrogance creeping into his voice.
She nodded, glassy-eyed and panting. All she could think was, ‘More’.
But rather than kiss her again, he stepped back and looked her over with a thoughtful eye. She reached up to cover herself, but he only pushed her arms back down and shook his head.
“I won’t do anything you don’t want, but right now I have to look at you.”
She obeyed and tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach and the aching in her groin. Then he smiled as if struck by an idea.
“Take of your blouse, but put the jacket back on.”
She blinked, but reached for the uniform tie and pulled it loose, letting it float to the floor. Then she reached for her collar button and hesitated.
“Did you want me to do it?” he asked. She nodded. He ran his hands down her cheeks and over her neck down to her collar. Naru bit her lip as the shirt gave way button by button and the cool air of the room hit her exposed flesh. “Have you thought about this?” he asked, kneeling to undo the last few buttons and run his hand over her taut stomach.
“I…” Words failed her and she resorted to a dumb nod.
He stepped behind her and slipped the jacket off her shoulders. “And just what were you thinking about?” he whispered in her ear.
Naru gasped as his warm breath turned her panties sub-tropical and caused her legs to quiver.
“Well,” he prompted.
He expected her to answer? Naru’s virginal mind grappled with the nebulous nature of her fantasies. The whispered stories of giggling older girls and the vague if arousing descriptions of a few books were all she had to go on.
“Well, you were on top of me and you…” Her face felt warm. “Well, you know…”
He chuckled against her hair as he pulled her shirt down, running his hand – his burning hand down her back before slipping the blazer back over her shoulders. She squeaked as his lips traced a path down her neck. “Let me look at you,” he said, turning her to face him.
Again he looked her over. She had always assumed that sex was fast, but he had hardly touched her and it was driving her crazy. She longed for him to go further, but she didn’t know how to put it into words. So she was relieved when he told her to lie down on the futon. She knelt down and spread herself over the mattress, watching, waiting. He got to his knees and ran a hand up her ankle and over her knee.
“For now, I want you to stay perfectly still unless I tell you to. If you say anything or move, I’ll stop. Understand?”
She nodded.
“Good, now sit up.” Once she had, he reached behind her and underneath the coat to undo her bra. For a moment, only a moment, his composure broke as he struggled with the stubborn strap, but then she felt the strap give way. She let the coat slip off her shoulders and he pulled the bra down her bare arms. “Put the coat on all the way and lie down.”
Once she was in position, savouring the feel of the silk lining rubbing against her eraser hard nipples, he took hold of her leg and placed a kiss on her knee. His lips journeyed up over her thighs. She squirmed in anticipation as his lips reached the hem of her skirt. Then nothing. She looked up to see him looking down at her.
“When I said ‘don’t move’, I meant don’t move. This is your only warning, understood?”
No movement at all? God, she didn’t think she could manage it; but she had come this far, so she submitted to the game and laid back. She almost broke her promise right away when he, whether due to sudden change in interest or desire to punish her further, abandoned her thigh and began tracing ticklish teasing patterns over her stomach. She bit her cheeks and shut her eyes in the vain hope that it would be easier to bear his teasing if she couldn’t see it. She inhaled deeply, surely that was allowed. Just then he licked a path along her bottom ribs and leaned back to blow along the wet trail. Naru’s throat clenched forcing down the threatening gasp. Laughing, the bastard was laughing as she lay there in torment. Staying still seemed almost impossible as her nipples and clit ached to be touched. He had to know what she was going through. Why didn’t he just put her out of her misery?
“Is everything all right?” he asked with false concern.
No, of course not! God she wanted to hit him. Then force his hands where she wanted them, but she remembered his threat and forced herself to remain silent.
“Really now, Ms. Narusegawa. If you don’t tell the teacher what’s wrong, how will I be able to help you?”
Was he giving her a reprieve? No, it had to be a trick. She stayed still as a board and made not one sound.
“Very good.” She could hear the smile in his voice. “You’re learning. Would you like a reward?”
Yes, very much; but she followed the rules.
“No? Too bad. I guess I’ll just keep on then.”
No way! Was he trying to make her beg for it? She wanted to scream as he ran his tongue up her ribs and around her breast without ever touching it. Her eyes began to sting with frustrated tears until he stopped again. She dared open her eyes. What had she done now?
Instead of looking down with disdain, however, he was smiling. “You’ve done very well, Naru. Now I think I will give you that reward.”
She wanted to say something, but she didn’t trust him not to go back on his word, so she stayed still and watched as he reached under her blazer to massage her breasts. His earlier treatment had made her so sensitive that it took everything she had not to cry out. He nodded in satisfaction as she gave no sign of the pleasure his hands were causing. This was the best, she thought. Now if he’d just touch her nipples…
But instead he ignored the aching buds and continued the massage; which by now was doing more to cause the itch than scratch it. Damn it, if this was his idea of a reward, she would hate to see punishment. The stinging was back as she began to fear that this building maelstrom of painful pleasure would never be relieved. Why was he so cruel? Couldn’t he see what it was doing to her? She was surprised that the futon wasn’t wet with her dripping arousal. Couldn’t he smell it on her?
Then a miracle: he took her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and pinched it. Naru’s breath hitched. Then it got even better as he reached under her skirt with his other hand and slipped it inside her soaking panties.
“You’re so wet,” he said as he began to rub her pussy with his palm. “I bet you could come just from this.”
Oh God, how she wanted to. If he just kept it up…wait, why was he stopping? Hadn’t she been good? Would this torment never end?
He leaned down to her ear. “You don’t get to come until I say so.”
He kept on going, rubbing her pussy and nipples with just enough friction, but not enough to grant relief. Inside, Naru’s mind was a mess. She felt as if she were on a roller coaster. He kept taking her higher and higher; but every time she seemed close enough to take the plunge, he pulled away and ignored her. Her nipples and clit ached now, worse than ever as he pinched and stroked her. She couldn’t take it. If she didn’t get him inside her, she was going to go mad. Then he got serious. He took her other nipple into his mouth and sucked. He began to rub her other nipple and clit in time with his sucking. That was it, game or no game, she was going to scream. As the pleasure stoked and burned, she fought to lay back and wait for him to finally take her over the edge.
But she was wrong. Just as she felt the beginnings of her orgasm, he stopped touching her altogether. Tears streamed down Naru’s face. It wasn’t fair. She’d been good. She’d done everything he’d said. Why wouldn’t he let her come?
“No!” Her hand shot out to grab his arm and she looked up at him through her tears. “Please don’t tease me anymore. I can’t take it.” She pulled on his arm, trying force it back to her pussy. “I’ll do whatever you want. Just please finish it! Please?” She felt so broken, so embarrassed that she thought she’d die. If he rejected her now, she didn’t know what she’d do. So she wanted to sing when he leaned down to kiss her.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I went too far.” He shifted until he was between her legs and pulled down her panties. “I’ll take care of you.”
Then he gave her a different kiss. Naru wailed as her hips shot off the futon, her pussy so sensitive from his earlier treatment that she came immediately, gushing all over his sheets. Sparks shot from her groin and assailed her brain. She shook and trembled, clutching the top of his head as she fucked his face. It was the best thing she had ever felt, far beyond anything she could have accomplished on her own. When she was done, nothing but a boneless heap of sated woman, he withdrew his head and looked down at her unfocussed vacant expression with amusement.
“Are you ready for the next step?”
His words reached her on whatever pleasurable plane she was on, and she looked up at him with a question in her blurry eyes. In answer, he guided her limp hand to the stiffness in his jeans.
“Are you ready to learn how to please a man?”
He leaned against the wall and together, they took off his pants and underwear. Naru watched his manhood pulse back and forth. That thing was supposed to go inside her? She rubbed her thighs together as the stirrings began again. The smell reached her nose and her stomach quivered. She looked up at him for instructions.
“Lick it,” he said. “Lick it all over.”
She nodded and turned to her work, sticking out her tongue and leaning closer. How would it taste, she wondered as she closed the distance. Where should she start? The big red tip seemed as logical a place as any. She flicked her tongue over it and took his sharp intake of breath to be a sign to go on. She licked it again, and then, emboldened, ran her tongue around the crown of his cockhead. It became a game: try something and see what he did. When she started trilling her tongue over the head, he brought his hand up to rest on her head, playing with her hair. This was fun, she thought, running her tongue along the length of his shaft; much more fun than being tortured to the brink and back. Would it feel good if she used her hand? Perhaps men were the same as women that way.
Putting the idea to the test, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and gave it an experimental stroke. The lubrication from the saliva made the movement easy. She looked up at Atama asking the question with smiling eyes. He nodded and she kept it up. As she did, she noticed that he seemed to be getting harder in her hand. She could feel it pulsing through her palm and the head seemed to be growing bigger and darker. Was he going to ejaculate, she wondered, recalling her lessons from sex ed. What would she do then? She looked up at him, waiting for instructions. He saw this and stilled her hand with his own.
“Now, I want you to put it in your mouth.”
In her mouth? She didn’t think she’d be able to get half of it inside, let alone the whole thing. A frightening thought occurred: what if she choked, or bit down, or hurt him in some way?
Seeing her uncertainty, he said, “Use you lips to keep your teeth from touching it, take it as deep as you can as you suck on it, and massage it with your tongue. Do you understand?”
She nodded, but still felt uncertain. Still, he wanted this, and she wanted to do it for him. So she gripped the base of his shaft and opened her mouth. She leaned in at a slow pace as if afraid that moving faster would put her off course. A quiver travelled down her spine as she felt the tip brush against her lips. A sudden boldness filled her and she dove forward, taking his cock as far into her mouth as possible, only to gag when the moment it hit her throat. She recoiled and grabbed at her throat as she coughed over and over.
His hand was on her shoulder. “Are you all right?”
The last of the coughing ceased, and she looked up to nod.
“You’ve been reading too many dirty magazines,” he said, misdiagnosing the problem. “Don’t try to deep throat it. Only take what you can manage.”
“But I want to please you…”
“You are. Don’t let porn tell you what pleasure is. Now are you ready to try again?”
She surprised him and herself by smiling before she attacked his cock again. This time she took it into her mouth at a slow pace, taking in as much as she could right up until she started to feel the same telltale sign that she was about to start gagging. She withdrew a little and took a note of how far she was. Only take what you can manage, he had said. She withdrew to the tip, sucking all the way and then took it back in again, rubbing her tongue back and forth alone the base of his shaft as she made her slow return to her endpoint. Soon, she grew confident and quick as she sucked his shaft back into her mouth. She looked up to see his face, and felt a jolt travel from her heart all the way to her pussy when she saw the contortions of ecstasy on his face. She reached down to rub her clit as she watched him gasp and grimace and moan. A shudder of pleasure passed as she realised that she had the power now. It was she who decided how good he felt. She moaned around his cock as she shoved her fingers into her dripping pussy. Was it really possible to feel this good from sucking someone off? Oh the games they would play if she ever got to do this again. She owed him for all that teasing earlier; but she would be merciful, this time at least.
“Naru.” He sounded hoarse. “I’m going to come.”
But Naru was too distracted to hear. Even when he tried to push her off, she kept on sucking, too enthralled by the sense of power. By the time she realised that he was trying to warn her it was too late. The first blast of semen hit the roof of her mouth, shocking her with the sudden taste. The second blast hit her throat and she gagged, pulling back. She coughed hard into her hand until it was covered in his seed. He reached over to cover himself as he continued climaxing, and keep her from being hit in the face as she coughed.
“I did try to warn you,” he said. She glowered at him. “The bathroom is through there,” he said pointing.
Once she had washed her mouth out and cleaned up, he appeared in the doorway with a towel.
“I’m sorry,” he said, “You’re not mad are you?” For the first time he sounded like something other than a teacher. He was still him, but as he stood there with that towel and that regretful look on his face he seemed somehow closer to her level; and she knew right then that if she said she was angry, he’d step aside to let her leave, and they would never speak of it again.
But she didn’t want that.
“No,” she said, kissing him. “I’m ready.”
When she pulled back he gave her a smile that always accompanies a request. “I’ve got an idea.”
“What?”
“Turn around and put your hands on the counter.”
She was still a little annoyed from earlier, but she merely gave him a suspicious look as did what he asked. Behind her, she could hear the sound of his belt buckle as he took off his pants. They weren’t really going to do it in here, were they? She hissed as he reached under her blazer to massage her breasts.
“Look in the mirror,” he said.
Her breath hitched. She could see everything: the way he towered over her, how powerless she looked in front of him, and the desire in both their eyes. She took in her wide eyes, her kiss stung lips, her skirt bunched up at her hips, and his hands on her tits. A squeak escaped her lips as she felt his hard cock brush against her ass. Soon she’d be a woman, and she was going to watch every second of it.
Guiding his cock to her lips with one hand, he rested his free hand on her shoulder. “This might hurt at first,” he said, “but hopefully we’ve done enough to get you ready.”
She reached up to pat his hand and nodded.
“Massage your clit and try to relax,” he said. “I hear that helps.”
She did what he said, but all she could do was watch him as he aimed himself, and think about how that big thing was about to go inside her. It wouldn’t fit, it would hurt, she’d never able to take it…
Naru gasped at the sudden intrusion. “Go slower.”
He stopped and watched her face in the mirror until the discomfort and reproach left her eyes. He pushed further until he met the resistance of her hymen. She nodded and he pushed until it gave way. She screamed. Both hands braced against the counter and dug into the enamel.
“That didn’t help at all!” God, it hurt! It was like he was tearing into her. He was tearing into her.
“I’m sorry,” he said. “It’ll pass soon. I promise.”
Naru stared down in the sink as she waited for the promised relief. The pain started recede, and soon it was replaced by a sense of being full. It had happened, she was a woman. “I think I’m ready.”
He withdrew and made a slow return. His face contorted “You’re so tight.”
She collapsed against her arms and squealed into her wrist as he bottomed out. It felt like she was being stretched to her limits. As he became braver and his thrusts faster, she began to love the feeling of being stretched; every time she felt his hips slapped against her, something inside erupted with pleasure enough to make her toes curl. So good, just so good, she thought as she listened to the sound of his hips slapping her ass. All the wonderings she’d ever had about sex and what it felt like were blown aside by the reality. Sex was wonderful. Not even the most intense rub out session could compare. Was it as good for him? She looked into the mirror to see him staring down at her, at where they were connected. She moaned at the intensity in his eyes. Then she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
The girl in the mirror – with her tits hanging out of her coat and her skirt bunched up at her hips – was smiling with an almost manic expression in her passion darkened eyes. She was panting, her breath short and sharp as it passed her kiss stung lips. Her arms were shaking beneath her and her bangs were plastered to her sweat slick forehead. All of a sudden, she wished that she could see him entering her and tried to shift around. That was when she noticed for the first time, how little his hips were moving. She had been thrusting herself onto his cock without even realising it.
‘I look like a slut,’ she thought right before she came with him behind her.
She spun around the classroom. Seeing him again after all these years made her giddy somehow. “I always wondered where you ended up after you left our school.”
He gave her a half smile as he leaned against the lectern. It was strange for him too. “I got a posting in Kyoto and worked there for a couple years. I’ve only been back in Tokyo for about a year.”
“I cried for days after you left.” When he gave her a stricken looked she waved her arm. “Oh, no, I didn’t mean it like that. I was just…Can I just say that I missed you and leave it at that?”
“I thought a lot about that last night,” he said, taking her hand. “I didn’t want for things to-”
She placed a finger on his lips. “It’s all right. I don’t regret any of those nights. Even I knew it had to end some time.” She hopped onto a desk and looked up at him. She’d grown a few inches since those evenings that still kept her warm, but he still towered over her. “Tell me about yourself,” she said, dangling her legs.
“Well…” He thought for a moment. “I ended up specialising in history. The kids say I’m good at making things sound interesting. I worked in Kyoto for a couple years until I heard about this job.” His smile turned sentimental. “It lets me stay close to my mother and father, and I like being able to visit the old neighbourhood without boarding a bullet train.”
“I see you’re married now,” Naru said, pointing at the ring on his finger. She shook her head. Typical of a man to focus on career and forget the most important parts.
“Oh, yes.” He looked at the ring as if he’d suddenly remembered something important. “We met in Kyoto not long after I arrived. We’ve been married for a year and a half.”
“Is she as wild as me?” Naru asked with a dirty grin.
He laughed. “You’re unbelievable. Just how am I supposed to answer that?” His expression sobered. “We love each other. I hope this doesn’t hurt you.”
She shook her head. “She’s not a student is she?”
“No, you were my only…pupil.” A lascivious light shone in his eyes at the memories the word brought forth. “She’s the parent of a student, actually.”
She laughed. “You just can’t separate work and play, can you?”
“No I suppose not.” He looked down at his knees. “The daughter doesn’t seem to like me very much. She swears up and down that I’ll never be as good as her father.” He gave a bitter laugh. “I’ll never be better than a man who left his family for a hostess. Explain that one.”
“She’s probably hurting,” Naru said, thinking back to her own parents’ divorce. “Her image of her dad has taken a hit, and suddenly her mother’s replaced him. It’s only natural that she’d resent you as an intruder.”
“When did you get to be so smart?”
“I had a good teacher.”
They laughed.
She was worried he’d ask her why, but instead he said, “So, how do I get her to like me?”
“Just be there for her,” Naru replied. “At some point it’s going to hit her that her father isn’t coming back, and when that happens she’ll need someone like you.” She thought of her own step father. They’d never quite reached that stage, had they? If she’d stayed at home instead of moving to Hinata, could they have? She couldn’t change the past, but maybe she could make sure that this other girl didn’t face the pain alone, like she had.
“You think it’s that simple?” he asked with clear scepticism.
“When are teenage girls ever simple?”
“Good point. But you didn’t come here to hear about my problems.”
“No, and I’m sorry for the way Kitsune acted. She can get a bit passionate.” She gave him an imploring look. “Is there really nothing you can do?”
He rubbed his chin as he looked at the floor. “I can’t punish them without a complaint, but I guess I can try to keep them on a tighter leash, maybe see that Akiko stays away. I don’t know.” He patted her shoulder. “You’re a good friend, Naru. You always were.”
She accepted this praise with a nod. “Thank you. I’d better catch up to my friends.” She picked up her purse and turned to the door. “It was nice to see you again.”
“You too. Hey…” She turned back to him. “You’ve never regretted it? That first night?”
“Of course not. You showed me who I was. You taught me everything I know. How could I ever regret that?” She checked over her shoulder than darted forward to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “Goodbye, Kenji.” Then she was gone.
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