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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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Naru hurried to her room, flung open her closet and flipped through the hangers. She only had a little time to set the stage and make her move before Kitsune did. She settled on a white blouse and black lacy bra.
Since the new manager was a Tokyo U student, Naru knew that she had an advantage. What could be more natural than a university hopeful being tutored by someone who had already passed the exam? She sprayed on some perfume, applied lipstick, and buttoned her blouse low enough to give a hint of cleavage. Satisfied, she opened the trapdoor to the manager’s room, half afraid to find Kitsune on her knees with her head in the manager’s lap. It wouldn’t have been the first time that the fox girl had used the direct approach to get a man’s attention.
Kitsune, however, was nowhere to be found down below. There was only Keitaro poring over some textbooks. Naru felt her confidence grow. If Keitaro was already studying it would be only natural for her to join him.
“Mr. Manager? Up here,” she called as Keitaro looked around in confusion.
Keitaro looked up and started. “What are you doing there?”
“This is my room. Granny Hina used to use this trapdoor for easy access to the third floor. Can I ask you a favour?”
“What?”
“Naru gestured behind her. “I was studying up here, and I was hoping you could maybe…” She shrugged. “Maybe help me a little?”
Keitaro tensed. “I don’t know how much I could-”
Naru laughed. “Don’t be silly. You’re perfect. Come on up.”
“Well…”
Naru pouted. “Please?”
Keitaro still looked torn, but said, “All right,” and got up to go.
Naru replaced the plywood with a triumphant giggle. She got out her books and her kotatsu, and threw all of her discarded clothes into the closet. As she closed the closet door, she caught sight of her stockings sitting on the shelf, and decided to grab a pair of black sheer thigh highs to compliment the mini skirt she was wearing. Just as she started to put them on, Keitaro opened the door. He averted his eyes.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean…That is…”
“Don’t worry,” Naru said, giving an internal cheer for this stroke of luck. “I just noticed a run one of my stockings, but…” She ran her hands over her silken legs. “I think I’m all right.”
Keitaro gulped.
Naru beckoned him towards the table and gestured at her the textbook open on top of it.
“These are the problems I’ve been having trouble with.”
As Keitaro sat down, he looked at the book and grimaced. “Ah, Math…”
“Not your strongest subject?” Naru patted him on the shoulder. “Well I could use your help anyway.”
They got to work. Keitaro was right; math was not his strongest subject. Naru began to feel that her time would be better spent helping him; but she put it from her mind, and moved onto the next stage of her plan. As they proceeded through the work book, she peppered him with little touches that lingered too long to be only innocent: grabbing his hand when she had a question and letting it linger, patting him on the knee when he had explained something well, and rubbing his back when he had trouble.
“It’s all right,” she told him. “This stuff is designed to be hard.”
“Yeah.”
“It must be great to be a Tokyo U student. Not to have to worry so much about all of this.”
Keitaro grimaced. “Well…”
Naru leaned against the table on her elbow. “I hear the girls at Tokyo U are really pretty.”
She turned to give him a sly smile.
“Hey, Mr. Manager, do you have a girlfriend?”
Keitaro recoiled. “What does that have to do with anything?”
Naru internally crowed victory. From that response it was obvious that he was single, and a good bet that he didn’t have a lot of experience. She’d be on top of him in no time.
“You don’t?” She smiled and shuffled closer to him. “That’s good,” she said, nuzzling against his arm.
Keitaro was staring at her like she was an approaching tiger.
“Why…Why is that good?”
Naru leaned so that she was looking up at him, their faces inches apart.
“Well, I’ve always wanted to date a guy from Tokyo U.” She licked her lips. “Do you think I’m pretty?”
“We’ve only just met,” he said.
Her lips brushed his. “Maybe it’s destiny.”
“I…”
Whatever Keitaro might have said was swallowed by Naru. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down until he was on top of her and her body gave joyful cry at the familiar weight. She gasped into his mouth as his knee made contact with her throbbing groin.
They were doing this. There was no two ways about it now. She reached down to grasp his wrist and brought his hand to her breast. Keitaro pulled back to stare at her even as he squeezed on instinct. Naru gave an approving moan.
Then she opened her eyes. His glasses; something about them, something about the position they were in twigged her memory. The face she had filed away for future fantasy floated past, and she realized why.
Her ardour disappeared and gave way to angry confusion as she braced her arms against his chest.
“What a minute. I know you. You’re that guy from cram school; the one who was looking up my skirt.”
Keitaro turned white as a sheet as he leapt off of her and back into the nearest wall.
“Please don’t hurt me.”
Naru snorted as she got to her feet. “What? Why would I hurt you?”
Keitaro shielded himself with his arms. “Because I lied, and I don’t deserve to be here. I’ve tried to get into Tokyo U twice, but the exam was too hard.”
Naru crossed her arms. “Okay, well why did you lie?”
Keitaro threw his arms out in a helpless shrug. “I tried to tell the truth, but once Haruka said the words ‘Tokyo U’ you all got so excited, and I couldn’t be a word in.”
He came to his knees and bowed.
“I am so sorry.”
Naru pulled him by his shoulder and looked down into his eyes, searching. “You swear you weren’t trying to deceive us?”
Keitaro gave an emphatic nod.
“You’re really trying to get into university?”
Another nod.
“One more question.” Her sly smile returned. “Did you really look up my skirt at cram school today?”
Keitaro turned beet red as he looked away.
“I may have…”
Naru giggled.
“Okay, I believe you. You’re forgiven."
“Just like that?” Keitaro asked, looking at her like she was mad.
Naru put her hands on her hips. “Don’t get me wrong. You’ll still have to tell the others. It’s up to them whether or not they forgive you.” Her smile turned sinister. “And you still have to make it up to me.”
Keitaro began to shrink against the wall. “How do I do…”
Naru slid her panties down her legs and kicked them away. She sauntered over to where he was sitting and lifted up her skirt so that his face was inched away from her glistening wet pussy.
“Lick me.”
Keitaro goggled at her.
“You heard me,” Naru said, rocking her hips forward. “I felt you kiss me back, so don’t try and tell me that you don’t find me attractive.”
The smell of Naru’s arousal wafted past Keitaro’s nose, and he felt his mind grow hazy as his cock hardened and twitched. Still, experience had taught him that, especially where women were concerned, if something seemed too good to be true, it was.
“Oh for the love of God!” Naru gripped him by the hair and forced his face against her crotch. What kind of a man questioned a woman when her pussy was right in his face? She hooked a leg over his shoulder. “Start licking.”
Keitaro pushed back against her hand trying to breath, but she held firm. So he obeyed and stuck his tongue out to give her labia a tentative swipe. Naru let out an approving sigh, and loosened her grip so that Keitaro could pull back and catch his breath. He looked up, but couldn’t see her face, but if had been able to, he’d have gotten even harder at her shut eyes and open mouth. He felt her press against his head again, so he gave her another lick, and another.
Naru bit her cheek, and gave his head a shove that was half encouragement and half threat. “Come on. Don’t just tease it. Go deeper.”
Keitaro pressed his tongue past her lips, trying to remember what he’d learned from those dirty books he’d read in high school, hiding in the Erotica section of his neighbourhood bookstore. Of course, reading and doing were different. The books had often made mention of sweet flowing honey, and he now knew that to be exaggeration. Not that the taste was unpleasant; but if asked to name it, he wouldn’t have been able to describe the faint traces of something on his tongue as he lapped at Naru’s sopping pussy.
Naru released her grip on his head and reached down to caress his cheek.
“Good boy,” she said just loud enough for him to hear. “Good boy. Just so good.”
It had been far too long since she’d had any guy with the courtesy and skill to eat her out and do it well. His movements were unsure, but he clearly knew what signs to listen for as he went with what made her moan, and discarded what didn’t.
Keitaro felt his cock throbbing against his jeans as he worked away. In his mind, he recalled another part of his reading: the fabled clitoris. If the books were to be believed, if he attacked this much vaunted bud, Naru would be carried over the edge…of something. The books always got a bit flowery and vague at that point.
Anatomy had never been Keitaro’s strong suit, but he ran his tongue along the edge of Naru’s pussy lips, following recollections from books and Sex Ed upward to a bump at the top.
Naru squeaked and gripped his head even harder than before. Keitaro trilled his tongue over the bump. Naru bent over with a groan, bracing herself against his shoulders.
“Keep going.”
Keitaro did. His tongue was beginning to tire, so he brought his lips to her slit, kissing and sucking it while Naru muffled moans into her sleeve. He felt her freeze against him as he brushed her opening with a finger, but a second later she was thrusting against his hand, begging him to enter. He dipped the finger inside, pushing past all resistance as Naru humped his hand and head.
As Keitaro ran his finger over her velvet walls, the unreality of the situation hit him. Twenty years without female attention – save from his promise girl – came crashing down as a girl he hardly knew fucked his face with such abandon he was certain that he was covered in the essence of her. He abandoned her clit for a moment and lowered his aim, eager to find out what would happen if his tongue joined his finger.
But Naru pushed his head away.
“Stop.”
Keitaro gave her a stunned look. She didn’t blame him. She felt a little crazy herself, stopping just short of the first orgasm caused by something other than her fingers in far too long; but she felt her legs quaking beneath her, shaking like trees in a typhoon. If this went any further, she’d fall on top of him.
‘I hope Motoko never comes back,’ she thought as she sank to her knees and gave him a deep kiss. Keitaro hissed as she brushed her hand against his cock.
“About to explode, aren’t you?” Naru asked as she pulled away. At Keitaro’s panting nod, she unzipped his fly, saying, “I’ve got just the thing. Stand up for a second.”
Keitaro did, happy to put an end to the stiffness in his knees and neck. Naru undid his belt and slid his pants down. She brought her hand up to cup his cock through his white boxers and looked up at his slack-jawed face with an excited giggle as she ran her palm over his length.
“You ready?” she asked, reaching for his waistband.
Keitaro nodded, Naru pulled the boxers down in one smooth motion, and his manhood swung free, bobbing in front of her face. She grasped it and kissed the tip with a loud smooch.
“Your girlfriend ever do this for you?” she asked with a slow stroke.
Keitaro’s face fell.
“Never had one,” he told the carpet over her shoulder.
Naru stopped stroking.
“Never? Hey, come on. I’m sorry. It’s nothing to be ashamed about.” She began to wish she wasn’t on her knees in front of him. His admission made her bet with Kitsune feel cheap and dirty.
“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” she forced herself to say, praying that he wouldn’t accept.
“You don’t think I’m a loser?”
Naru felt her heart clench. “Of course no! If anything I’m touched.” She gave him a hopeful smile. “You still want to?”
Keitaro nodded.
Naru gave his cock another kiss. “Let’s get start then.”
She flicked her tongue up and down over his he thrust forward. Then she ran her tongue over him from top to bottom, her smiling eyes never leaving his even as she opened her mouth to take him his with a deep suck.
Keitaro fought the urge to buck as he collapsed against the wall. He’d read about oral, and had heard guys brag about it; but nothing could compare to the warm wet caress of her tongue, the exquisite suction of her mouth, or the hypnotic beauty of her intense brown eyes as she worked up her lips up and down his manhood. He felt the pleasure build deep within him, on the verge of exploding.
“Gonna come…” His words came out in a sharp gasp.
Naru kept on sucking. He tapped her shoulder, but she kept going. He tried to push her away, but she wrapped her arms around his waist and took his cock as deep into her mouth as she could.
Keitaro moaned, and fired spurt after spurt into her mouth as she swallowed again and again. She held onto his legs until the last trickle ran down his tip and onto her tongue. She let him go with a soft pop.
“Why the long face?” she asked.
“I wanted to…you know.”
“Fuck me?”
Keitaro winced.
Naru giggled. “Too blunt?”
Keitaro nodded.
“Well don’t worry,” she said. “You’ll last even longer now that we’ve got the first shot out of the way.”
She crawled over to her futon and laid back with her legs wide.
“So come and get it.”
Keitaro almost launched himself off the wall and slid across the Tatami mat on his knees to Naru’s futon. Naru sat up and reached for his sweater. Keitaro beat her to it and threw it across the room. She grabbed his hands and brought them to her blouse, groaning as he fumbled with the buttons. Reaching behind her, she undid the hooks on her bra through her shirt and let it drop. Once Keitaro had loosened the blouse enough, she knocked his hands out of the way, tugged it off over her head, and pulled Keitaro down on top of her for another kiss.
Skin on skin: she had missed this feeling almost as much as sex itself; the weight of man on top of her, the feeling of his skin rubbing against hers. She pulled back from the kiss with a happy sigh. All was right with the world, and it was only going to get better. She reached down, and grabbed his cock, guiding it towards her entrance.
“I’ve done this before,” she said. “Yon don’t have to worry about hurting me.”
Keitaro nodded, gave an experimental push, and gasped. It was even tighter around his cock than had been with his finger. He pushed past the resistance, revelling in the electrical sparks that spread from his cock throughout his body until he bottomed out. It wasn’t like the books. It was better. All the vague and flowery prose, and gutter worthy descriptions were overcome by the feeling of completion, of long pent up desire satisfied, and the joy of a woman wanting him as much as he wanted her.
Naru bit back a giggle at his faraway look, and leaned up to whisper, “Move and it gets even better,” before sucking on his earlobe.
She sighed as she felt him pull back so far that he slid out again, and reached down to guide him back.
“You’ll – Mmm – get used to it as you move.”
Keitaro nodded and looked past the pleasure as he pulled back almost all the way, before making a slow and careful return. He kept it up, trying to get used to the motion.
“Good boy.” Naru wrapped her arms around his back, running her hands up and down. “Now go faster. Oh, that’s right. Don’t worry I won’t break. Oh! You are such a good boy.”
As she moaned beneath him, Keitaro pushed himself up on his arms and found the courage to make the only request he’d made since Naru had called him up to her room.
“Look at me Naru. I want to see your eyes.”
Naru stopped gasping into her comforter to look up at him looking back down with an intensity that was almost frightening.
The sight of Naru’s black eyes made Keitaro collapse against her, slamming his hips against her as he shot his seed deep inside her.
Naru watched his face contort with exquisite agony and reached down to rub her clit. She stared unblinking at Keitaro’s face while her finger traced familiar circles. She drank in every grimace, every gasp and moan as she felt his hot come splash against her.
‘I did that,’ she thought and came. Electricity exploded from her pussy to her clit and nipples, sending wave after wave through her trembling body. She clung to him, peppering his neck with kisses as euphoria gave way to happy exhaustion. And until dinner time, they laid together in that room, heavy with the scent of their sweat and passion.
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