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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 couldn’t recall being this happy to see the end of cram school in a long time. Before yesterday, the end of cram school meant returning to the joyless boyless realm of home under the severe and sexless regime of Motoko Aoyama. But not today. Today for the first time in too long, she had a date with a guy, and there was nothing Motoko or Kitsune could do to interfere; Kitsune who had nearly blown the whole plan; Kitsune who had taken the inside track that morning with those magic fingers of hers.
Naru – for all the fuming she had done at breakfast – had come out ahead, however, when she had prepared to leave for school and Keitaro prepared to leave for the library at the same time. No sooner had he had his laces tied then Naru had taken hold of Keitaro’s arm, telling him how great it was that they could go into town together. Keitaro had stood frozen for a moment or two before nodding and reaching for the door. As she stepped outside, Naru had turned back to Kitsune the housebound layabout and stuck out her tongue. Kitsune might have magic fingers, but she was the girl he was leaving with, the girl he had a date with.
The thought of having a date put Naru in an uncharacteristically unfocussed state as she tried to figure out what to do with her new boy. Thanks to Motoko, most of the ‘dates’ she been on before the Great Man Drought had been quick and dirty fumblings behind school buildings and inside karaoke rooms: moments made in desperation to sate needs in secret with boys of less than admirable morals and less than adequate technique. Shaking these non-events from her mind, Naru sorted through her mind what her manager and she could get up to after school without violating the terms she had set for herself.
So, once cram school was over, Naru headed downstairs to the shoe cupboard at the front entrance to wait for her new boy. She’d kept her glasses. No point in going full strength at this stage.
After his nervousness that morning, Naru felt vindicated in her belief that Keitaro was too traditional to be openly shared as the other boys had been. He’d wanted to tell her about Kitsune, she could sense it. So, just as planned, Kitsune and she had played it flirtatious and friendly all morning to keep him from ever getting close to saying it. He would take careful handling or the whole situation – their budding relationship and their living arrangements – would collapse into ruin. He was, she reflected as she recalled a book on horseback riding she had read once, as a young unbroken colt: approach him too quickly, and he’d bolt; demand too much of him and he’d buck. What was needed now, she reasoned, was a firm and gentle hand to guide, coax, and when necessary force him along until he got used to her, and she to him. It would be easy so long as Kitsune didn’t do anything foolish.
She waved to Keitaro as she saw him making his way down the stairs. His hair was mussed and his jaw slack. He looked like he was in need of a friend. Perfect. In order to carry out her plan, she intended to present herself, as perhaps she should have from the beginning, as his best friend. No, friend wasn’t the right word. One did not long to teach a friend every sexual secret one knew and train them into the perfect partner.
Keitaro waved back with a weary smile and headed her way. Naru felt her stomach do a funny flip as she prepared for the long seduction ahead, and took her first step towards ushering her boy into that warm but uncertain place reserved only for those who were more than friends but less than lovers.
“Hi, Keitaro!” she called with a sunny smile, strolling over to take his arm. “How was your class today?” She noted his tension the moment she had touched. That would have to be the first thing to go. If he was going to be going with her, there would be a lot of touching.
“Oh, uh…” Keitaro looked up and down the halls. “Just fine, thanks. How about you?”
Naru released his arm and took his hand, lacing her fingers with his. It seemed a less possessive alternative.
“I think I’m doing really well, actually. I can’t wait for next month’s mock exam.”
Keitaro chuckled. “I can wait. A long, long time.”
Naru giggled. “Well, on that note, shall we?”
Keitaro looked at her, brow furrowed. “Shall we what?”
“What do you mean? We’ve got a date, remember?”
Keitaro started. “Oh! You were serious.”
“Just what the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Keitaro tried to let go of her hand, but she just held on tighter.
“Well, I…Look, never mind.”
“No, not until you tell me what you meant.”
Keitaro’s eyes darted around, looking everywhere but in her eyes as he mumbled, “No…No one’s ever wanted to go on a date with me before. If I asked, they all made fun of me.”
As she saw the hurt behind his glasses, Naru felt her heart crack a bit. Breaking her first rule of avoiding direct mentions of last night, she leaned in and whispered, “Those girls were stupid. I let you sleep with me; I’ll certainly go on a date with you.”
Keitaro looked down at his shoes. “I’m sorry.”
Naru waved this off. “If I had your history, I might be suspicious too. One thing you’ll learn about me is that I always mean what I say. And I right now, I say I want ice cream.” She pulled him towards the door.
“And who is this, Keitaro?”
Keitaro turned towards a pair of guys: one tall and thin, the other short and stout, both wearing glasses and bland sweaters.
“Oh, hi,” he greeted them.
“Since when do you know any girls at all?” the tall one asked. As he came closer, he looked Naru over and his features formed a confused scowl. “Aren’t you that girl?”
Naru froze. Had her reputation caught up to her?
“What do you mean?” she asked.
If Keitaro found out now…
“Hey,” the stout one said. “That’s right. You’re that girl who got the number one spot on the national mock exam.”
Cool relief flooded through Naru’s chest and into her quivering stomach.
“Yes, that was me.”
The tall one grinned. “Cozying up to the best and brightest, huh Keitaro? Don’t expect that to save you.”
Keitaro looked down at his feet again, and Naru felt a stab of irritation. The earlier crack in her heart bloomed into an unexpected need to protect her boy.
“Actually, I’m the one who asked him out.”
She wrapped her arm in his again and pulled Keitaro towards the door with a contemptuous sniff.
“Who were those guys?” she asked later inside a small ice cream parlour.
Keitaro took a bite of his chocolate cone. “Just friends. They’re ronin, like me.”
Naru shook her head. “Not like you,” she said, gesturing with her green tea cone. “You’re not a jerk.”
Keitaro smiled his thanks. “He was right, though. I’m not all that bright. Tokyo U probably is out of my reach, even with someone as smart as you by my side.”
‘Step two,’ Naru thought. ‘Improve his confidence.’ He was lucky he was so cute. All this self-deprecation was getting on her nerves.
“You’re selling yourself short,” she insisted. “And me. And you’re giving that other guy too much credit. After all he’s a ronin too; and I bet he wasn’t trying for Tokyo U like you are.”
“Well, no,” Keitaro admitted.
“See?”
‘Besides,’ she thought. ‘The moment you’re ready for it, you’ll go to bed with me wrapped around you every night, and that arrogant jerk will have to jack his little dick off alone like the sad little boy he is.’
“Want to go somewhere fun?” she asked, suddenly getting an idea.
Keitaro swallowed the last of his cone. “Where did you have in mind?” he asked, wiping his fingers with a napkin.
“You’ll see,” she said, reaching for his hand.
“I’ve paid for the hour,” she told him. “We’ll be completely undisturbed here.”
“Are you sure about this?”
“Of course. Just sit down and relax. We can begin in a moment.”
“I don’t know if I can do this.”
“Seriously, after last night this should be easy. What’s the matter, performance anxiety?”
“Well,” he looked up at her sheepishly, “I’m not much of a singer.”
She gave him a reassuring smile. “We’re in a private booth. No one will hear it but me.” She took the microphone from his hand. “If it makes you feel better I’ll go first.”
She consulted the book, plugged in a number and soon the speakers erupted to life. Keitaro leaned on his elbow as he watched Naru sing with her eyes closed – an easy smile on her face as she sang with conviction the lyrics that she must have known by heart. She threw her head back as the song reached its opening burst and cradled the mike close as she belted out the rest of the lyrics as the melody rose and rose to the final crescendo and Naru held on to the last note until the last of the song faded away. She hadn’t opened her eyes to look at the lyrics once.
“How was that?” she asked as she sat down.
Keitaro gave her a bewildered smile and shook his head. “Good. Better than good.” He scratched his head. “Why pick the theme to Magic Knight Rayearth, though?”
“Cause that show was great!” Naru declared cuffing his shoulder. She thrust the mike at him. “Your turn.”
Keitaro cast a nervous look at the song book. “What should I pick?”
Naru picked up at the book, and ran her finger over the list, coming to a stop of Kanno’s Real Folk Blues. “Here you go,” she said, plugging in the number.
Keitaro clutched the microphone. “Isn’t this song kind of hard?”
“You’ll never get better if you don’t challenge yourself. Now get singing.”
Keitaro stared at the screen in terror waiting for his cue. As the lyrics appeared on screen, he opened his mouth, but squeaked instead of sang. He warbled his way through the first verse, and it was only Naru’s threatening glare that kept him from abandoning the chorus and breaking into a run. On the second verse, though, the tune was familiar and he managed to hit most of the notes, only going flat a couple times. By the last verse he looked almost comfortable, and knew the chorus well enough to actually look at his audience who smiled at him from the bench.
“See,” she said to him as he sat down, “you can do it if you try.”
Keitaro placed the mike on the table and flopped against the bench. “I guess so.”
Naru placed a hand on his knee. “Same with the exam. You can do it if you try. All you need is hard work and the right support.” She ran her hand up his leg. “And in case you forgot, I happen to be the smartest high school girl in Japan.” She leaned in quickly and kissed him. She kept her tongue at bay, just caressed his lips with hers, and made a slow retreat.
“A kiss from the Goddess of Victory,” she told him before going in for another. She felt him stiffen against her and disengaged, determined to head him off.
“Don’t worry, the clothes stay this time.”
‘Unless you say otherwise,’ she thought as she reached behind her and plugged in a few numbers that she remembered from previous visit.
The room filled with the opening chords of an American song, and Naru brought Keitaro’s hand to her face. She placed a kiss on the palm and stared deep into his eyes as she gave his index finger a suck. Keitaro swallowed as she brought his trembling hand to her cheek.
“Audience participation is strongly encouraged,” she said, leaning into his palm.
Keitaro’s eyes were transfixed by Naru’s lips as he leaned in.
“I’ve never met anyone like you before,” he said with awe.
“Good.”
She didn’t wait for him to go the rest of the way, but crushed her lips to his. Her questing tongue caressed his lips, begging entrance, which he gave without hesitation. His lack of fear gave her courage and she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned against him. He got the idea and lay back until she was on top of him, straddling his knee. As her tongue played with his, coaxing him into more adventurous explorations, Keitaro’s hands made a hesitant journey to Naru’s back, coming to rest against her spine. Uncertain what to do, he trailed his hands up and down, stopping at her waist and moving back up again. On the third trip down, one hand hesitated at the waist, unable to decide to migrate back up or to seek softer climes south – that was until Naru made the decision for him by grabbing his wrist and planting his hand firmly on her ass.
She mewled in satisfaction when he kept his hand in place, and reached down to grab his other wrist and put his hand under her sweater. For a moment his hand remained paralysed by incomprehension, but soon she felt his fingertips trail over her stomach and cup her through her bra. Again he hesitated. Naru was just beginning to think she’d have to take over when he gave her breast the gentlest of squeezes.
She moaned her approval as she pulled back to lean down and kiss his neck. Keitaro groaned as her lips traced a burning path over his throat and her hand (the one not tangled in his hair) reached down to cup his throbbing erection through his pants.
“It’s a new dawn,” she sang along with the song on the speakers, “it’s a new day, it’s a new life.”
Keitaro’s hand left Naru’s ass and came to rest on her head, pushing gently until she raised her head. He kissed her, and this time it was his tongue that asked entrance. Naru felt overjoyed as her tongue met his to resume the dance. He was learning, and his fear was fading away. She decided that that deserved a reward. Necking was nice. Very nice. But she wanted more out of this encounter. True to her word, the clothes would stay on, but that didn’t mean nothing could go on under them. She released his cock and grabbed the hand on her ass. She sat up, revelling in Keitaro’s groan of protest as she broke the kiss, and brought the hand around, pushing it under the front of her skirt and against the wetness of her panties. Keitaro’s flashed with fear. Naru gave him a pleading look.
‘Don’t be afraid. Don’t run away, please. It’s a just a little petting.’
She thrust his hand through the waistband of her panties and groaned as his fingers brushed over her clit.
“Just touch me,” she said, “That’s all.”
The air in the room seemed to stand still as they stared at each other and the song faded into silence. Then Keitaro nodded and rubbed his hand down her pussy, letting each finger tip pass over her clit, and pressing up against it with his palm as he dipped his middle finger into her warm passage.
Naru fell sideways against the back of the bench with a sob.
“How?” she squeaked as an exquisite ache throbbed in her pussy and pooled in her stomach.
Through her haze she saw Keitaro’s cock straining in its confines and reached down to undo his zipper. She reached through the opening to cup his cock and stroke him quickly, only just remembering to keep her grip loose as she did. Keitaro bucked into her hand and inserted a second finger, redoubling his thrusts.
“I love your fingers,” she gasped.
“And I love those sounds you make,” he replied so quietly she was sure he hadn’t meant to say it out loud.
She swallowed and reached down with her other hand to pull his cock all the way through his open fly and jerked him off with both hands. The first slid up and down his shaft while the other caressed the head of his cock: first underhand, then overhand, and back again. The effect was immediate. Keitaro gave a warbling gasp at the new sensation and thrust hard into her hands.
He was too far gone to warn her, but she knew it wouldn’t be long. So she looked deep into his eyes, panting. They stared into each other as her fingers caressed him and his thrust into her until he pressed his wrist hard against her clit and the ball of tension that had been building in her stomach exploded. She yelped and collapsed against his chest, quivering against him. She kept up her stroking, even as her head lolled into the crook of his neck.
“Come for me,” she sobbed into his ear as her strokes became wild. “Come on, come for me.”
With one last growl he obliged her, and gouts of his hot seed splattered against her waiting hand. Again and again he came until her palm was completely covered. Both of them panted deep and hard, unable to take their eyes off each other as each ever slowly, oh so unwillingly, pulled their hands away. Naru moaned as Keitaro removed his hand from her skirt and, without a second thought, licked her juices off her hand. At her moan, he looked up at her, and she gave him a sultry look, making sure his eyes were fixed on her as she gave her own hand a long slow lick.
“Did you like that?” she asked in a throaty whisper.
Keitaro nodded beneath her.
“Good.”
Then, overcome by an urge, she lay down and cuddled up to him. She buried her nose into his sweater and breathed deep, taking in the scent of him: the scent of soap, sweat, and the freshly laundered wool of his sweater. They stayed like that until the intercom buzzed to let them know that their hour was almost up.
“What is this?” Keitaro asked Naru as he zipped himself up and she straightened her skirt.
For the first time it was Naru who froze up, turning to face his earnest questioning face. She sat down on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I don’t know, but I really like it, and I don’t want it to stop.”
She kissed him one last time, and then they left together hand in hand, leaving behind nothing of the encounter, but clutching tight to the best of it.
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