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My Girlfriend is Kate Takayama	By : FalstaffKisaragi Category: +G to L > Haganai Views: 3780 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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My first trip to the karaoke parlor had not turned out as well as expected. Sena and Yozora ended up separated from the group, performing songs that nobody would hear but themselves. It had also been a major drain on my wallet, so I was hesitant to attend again. I was eating lunch on the rooftop with Kate when she brought up the idea of going back again.
This was the first time I had seen Kate in her school uniform. The dark green jacket emphasized her bust, and underneath her skirt, I could just barely see the edges of her panties. She was wearing orange ones today, made of a glossy fabric that looked half a size too small for her, hugging tightly around her butt. Her ass flesh was falling out the edges of her panties, threatening to be exposed to the sky if the wind should play tricks on us. It was a calm, cloudless day, but I knew to be cautious around Kate.
"Kodaka," she said. "I don't think you're being honest with me lately."
"If this is about you getting a part in the movie..." I said.
"I'm not really an actress anyway," said Kate, resting in my lap. She didn't rest her head on my lap like I would expect a girlfriend too. Rather, she flopped onto my lap and lay her waist across my groin. Her breasts pressed down into the concrete, while her ass was pointed up in the air like a dog. Her skirt flopped over, exposing her panties toward the door leading out to the rooftop.
"I can't pat your head like this," I said. "Everything in manga has the girls' head on the guys' lap."
"I want you to pat my butt. Come on," she shook it back and forth, "If I time it to the bell, I can make it as loud as I want and no one will hear."
Kate Takayama is a girl of many useless talents. When the school board sees her, they see an upstanding model student. When I see her, I see an uninhibited slob who still exudes an aura of more maturity than anyone else in the Neighbors' Club. When she asks me to stroke her butt, I listen. My hand touched the fabric, pushing out the back of her panties until the outer edges of her asshole were pointing towards my face. The light brown caldera was twitching. It popped open and closed, smelling like nothing but the sweaty skin of a hardworking student teacher.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiing.
Pwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwt.
Her ass erupted in my face. A jet of hot, foul-smelling wind blew past my face, shooting directly into my nostrils. It stung the inside of my face, and smelled of the octopus balls Kate had eaten for lunch. There was light hint of maple syrup to it, too. Eve must have made pancakes for breakfast that morning. I covered up the hole. The last of the air escaped from her bottom, whistling like a deflating balloon as the sounds from the school bell faded off into the distance.
"That stinks," I said. "How did you digest an entire lunchbox that quickly?"
"This is what I mean, brother," Kate said. "All you've been complimenting me on lately is my smells. Do you have a smell fetish? I don't want to feel like my talent's being wasted. What if one day you want to smell my feet or my armpits or my pu-"
"I'm not into any of those things! I love them because they're coming from you, Kate!" I said. "The greatest smell is the one that comes from your ass. Especially when it's tinged with sweat from your butt hair."
"That's what I'm talking about," Kate said, opening up the door to the stairwell, "The smell will linger, but a girl wants to be complimented on her sounds, too. Meet me at the karaoke box this weekend."
A karaoke box with a group of friends is one thing. Everyone's expected to go with whatever song they want. Their favorite genres, the pop hits of the day, maybe an anime song or two. I know that when you go to karaoke on a date, if you don't choose romantic songs and duets, people will wonder what kind of couple you are. Kate never struck me as the kind to sing love songs. I should set aside a larger part of my budget for food.

It was the same karaoke box, with the same girl at the counter. We ended up in a different room, further down from the place where our failed karaoke trip had taken us before. Kate was wearing a pair of hot pants and a T-shirt with a band logo on it. I told her she looked like someone from a fashion magazine, and she smiled at me in return.
"I'll have two orders of takoyaki, some honey toast, and a hamburger with a large cola. What will you have?" asked Kate, more interested in the food menu than the song book.
"Some drinks and a rice will be fine," I said. "We've got this room for two hours, and I want us to get our moneys' worth of songs. Which... romantic duet do you want to start with?"
"Don't be silly. I didn't invite you here for sappy love songs," said Kate. "You can sing whatever you want. Let's do it after lunch, I haven't had anything since this morning."
Our food arrived in short order. Kate grabbed the octopus ball and slurped it down in one gulp. The sauce dripped off her chin. She licked it up, savoring the warmth and the taste of the octopus hidden within. I split the takoyaki with her, and halfway through the meal she ordered a bucket of popcorn chicken from the KFC down the block. If she was calling in the Colonel, I knew she had romance on her mind.
The popcorn chicken was nearly finished a few minutes after we had ordered it. Kate dropped two more pieces in her mouth, and swallowed with a loud gulp. Her belly was bulging out of her waistline a slight bit from all that she had eaten. She knew my eyes were focusing on her navel, and squeezed down her belly flesh with her hands. The sister let out a laugh, and directed my attention to the karaoke machine that had been sitting idly for the past half hour.
"You won't have to pay for dessert if I can get 90 points on this song," Kate teased me, sliding her shoulders against mine. Her breasts pushed into the side of my arm. In the cold air of the karaoke booth, I saw the outlines of her nipples through her shirt. My libido was starting to go wild with thoughts about locking the door and letting her smother my face with those tits.
"I've never heard you sing before, but if you're anything like Maria-"
"Without using my mouth," Kate smirked.
"Don't tell me you're going to..."
"You've been loving my ass' feel and deeply breathing its smell, but I haven't heard anything about how it sounds. Until you can appreciate the difference between a squeal and a roar, I'm going to fill this karaoke box with my ass music."
She reached into her pocket and produced a towelette. She winked, and without saying a word, let me know she did have the decency to wipe the microphone after she was done. Kate stretched out the back of her hot pants and jammed the head of the microphone into the gap between her pants and her panties. Her rump crevice sucked in the body of the mic, bringing its receiver within point blank range of her butthole, waiting to absorb the resounding melody from her ass.
"This is nearly as thick as yours," she said coyly.
"We haven't even gone that far yet!" I said.
"I'm kidding, bro," she said. "Music start!"
The song Kate had chosen was "Take It! Sailor Uniform." She said was "familiar with this one." It was a high-tempo song with lyrics that were hard to decipher when listening to it normally. She coyly winked at me, and got down on the ground. Her hands and knees were touching the slightly sticky carpet of the karaoke box, and her plump ass was hovering in front of my face, the microphone sticking out the back of her hot pants like a stubby tail.
Kate clenched her butt cheeks around the mic, and began to blow.
Pff-pff-ptt-PWR
The smells were shielded by the microphone and the double layers of her panties and her shorts. In the dim light of the karaoke box, all I could notice was the magnificent sounds Kate was producing from her ass. For the words that wertre held longer, she had deep, bassy farts that were almost a baritone, but she could just as easily slide up the chromatic scale, producing a litany of high-pitched notes that squeaked out between the tiniest of gaps in the folds of her anus.
For the final notes of the song - and she had mercifully gone only with the TV size version - it sounded like a trombone was pulling its slide all the way back in. Her ass shook back and forth as she did this, the edges of the flesh visible above her panties jiggling as the vibrations of the cold, metal microphone gently trembled near her big butt.
The vulgar sounds of her ass had been magnified by the speaker system, every warbling fart coming in loud and clear to my ears. I had looked away, embarrassed to see Kate prostrating herself on the floor like this, but just from hearing the sounds I realized that my body had started to react down there. In my mind's eye, I could picture Kate's butthole puckering in and out, spraying its warm gas into the microphone - lively, energetic and pink. She had never shown me it, not even in private, but imagining my girlfriend's asshole had turned me on.
"So, what did you think?" Kate said, yanking the warm microphone out of her pants. She looked up at the display. She had barely squeaked by with a 92. The machine must not have been too picky about hitting the right notes, as long as the singer stuck to the melody. Kate had been farting nonstop for almost a minute and a half.
"I didn't realize the ass could make that many kinds of sounds," I said.
"Everybody farts, Kodaka, I'm just really good at it," Kate said. "All day, every day, the teachers expect me to be the perfect image of a woman who serves God, which means I'm some sort of doll, apparently. I've gotten so good at holding it in during lectures and PTA meetings that when I'm outside the school's eye, I let my butt go wild. It's liberating."
She let out a congratulatory belch. She was sitting so close to me, I could look down at her cleavage. Beneath her clothes, her nipples were visibly becoming hard. The edges of her pink areola were out of my line of sight. My imagination once again ran wild, filled with the thoughts of the pinkest parts of Kate's body. Without revealing anything that would violate the PTA's censorship laws, Kate had completely enraptured me with her body.
The little devil.
"Our school really is better to those who listen to society's rules," I said. "You've got some... unusual talents, but I hang out with Rika all day, so it's not like I have room to talk."
"You've been a good boy, praising me for my sounds," Kate said, kissing me on the cheek. She held the microphone under my nose. "If you want to smell, it's all yours."
I took a deep whiff of the microphone. It smelled faintly of the spices on the chicken, and had blended in with the rest of the smell that was still wafting around the room. The air conditioner was working its hardest to clear Kate's potent scent from this box, but it would be a few minutes more before someone could enter here and not notice. The greasy food at this place must've done a number on her bowels.
Kate pressed her arms against the sides of her breasts. They squeezed together, and a bit of air escaped through her cleavage. It blew into my face, making no smell, but still sounding like a burst of gas coming from Kate's body.
"You're twitching just from that. So cute," Kate said. "We've still got this place for a while longer, so how about a kiss?"
"I don't know if this is the right atmosphere," I said. "Isn't that usually on a park bench or in a bedroom? Not to mention the smell."
"A kiss the handmaiden's way," said Kate. She stood in front of me and pulled down her shorts, her fingers grasping the edge of her panties. Her underwear lowered itself, slowly exposing her asshole to me. Kate pulled apart her own buttcheeks, exposing the tiny, pinkish brown hole for me to see. Every fold and ridge was visible, and the hole revealed nothing of what was inside, except for the most potent version of her stink I had smelled yet. She stopped short of revealing her place down there, but had no qualms about showing me the part that had brought us so much pleasure.
"It's... beautiful? I can still smell some of your song around it," I said.
"Hurry up and plant a kiss right on there," Kate said. "Don't mind the hair. It helps with the smell."
She always wore full-body clothes around school. Not only was her ass hairy, so were her armpits. I liked her that way, and her mother had enough power over the school board to let her act that way, but I couldn't help but feel in the back of my head I was violating some further social taboo, driving myself further and further away from the chance of finding more friends and turning the Neighbors' Club into more than the group of misfits it was now.
This wasn't the time for that. I closed my eyes and opened my lips, slowly pushing towards Kate's anus, when there came a knock at the door. Kate pulled up her panties in an instant, the causing me to slam my lips into the denim of her hot pants. My head was wrapped on both sides by her full, plump, mochi-like cheeks. It was warm, and not too bad back here. I couldn't see the staffer who had come in to check on us.
Pwst
Kate released a tiny, but incredibly foul-smelling burst into my nose. I pulled my face away from her ass, coughing, and saw that Kate was smiling happily. She was blushing bright red, a grin from ear to ear on her face.
"This was just what I wanted for my date," she said. "Hey, next time Pegasus takes me fishing, do you want to come? He doesn't care what we do on his boat as long as we give him some company."
Our relationship had entered its next phase without warning.
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