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I ended up hanging out with the girls for the rest of the day. Haruto would look at me every now and then, but I ignored it.
The second day was much the same. The girls were good fun, and beach volley was just an added bonus.
I was feeling good.
The third day I broke off from them early, shortly after having lunch with them. Not because I didn't want to hang out with them. I had even become more acquainted with the boys as well. Kenji, despite not being my type, was a lot of fun, especially when combined with Chizuru. Minato had won my respect from just how head over heels in love he was with Keiko. I assumed so at least, as he only had eyes for her. I didn't catch him sneaking a glance a single time at Yui, which was borderline absurd. I'm straight, but even I find it difficult to not look at those puppies.
Haruto was a bit immature, a bit insensitive, and a bit of a prankster. Nothing damning, he was just a college guy. I didn't care for his personality much, but I also didn't care about his personality either. He had a nice physique, and was just my type. He flirted with me, and I reciprocated a little.
I wasn't too sure about it. It wasn't a strict goal for me to hook up with someone, but he was interested and my type, so I felt that I should, or that I might as well. I just wasn't sure about things. This was partly why I had broken off early on the third day, to give myself some time to consider, but it was mostly because I wanted to finally confront the hot spring.
I returned to my room where I stripped out of my blue bikini. Then I dug through my beach bag and found my clothes. I went through my luggage, and after finding a matching set I slipped on my underwear, then my clothes.
Fully dressed I went downstairs and started my perilous journey.
I was admittedly a nervous wreck, and I kept checking multiple times that I was indeed in the women's section. Despite that, I undressed slowly and kept glancing about nervously.
The hot spring, thankfully, was indeed full of women as expected, and I felt some of my nervousness drain away. Even as I cleaned myself I kept glancing around every now and then though.
I'm not sure what I expected. For a group of men to suddenly reveal that they had been hidden in the water holding their breath the entire time, jumping out at me and yelling 'surprise gangbang!' or what? Slut brain had truly put the fear of God in me.
Clean at last I went and dipped a toe in the water. It was hot, but felt pleasant. I slowly submerged myself, and found somewhere to get comfortable.
The last of my stress just drained away.
It was heavenly.
I was human shaped, but spiritually I was a blob of contentment.
When I finally managed to get out I looked like an old woman from how wrinkly I was. I dried myself off, got dressed, and went to my hotel room where I lounged around until my parents came for me and we had dinner together.
The next day I dressed myself in a nice red one that really made my boobs pop. I may have spend a few extra minutes in front of the mirror cupping my breasts and studying myself, but that was entirely between myself and the mirror.
I went down to the beach and found my friends where I expected them to.
"I can't believe you ditched us yesterday," Yui complained as she hugged me.
Keiko was once again running her eyes up and down my body. I think it said a lot about her that she seemed more interested in looking at girls than her boyfriend was. What exactly that said, well that was the question.
"You look great though," she said.
"Thanks," I smiled, "the hot springs were heavenly."
"Maybe we should ditch you and go to the hot springs today after lunch," Chizuru teased.
"If you do, I can take her off your hands for you," Haruto interjected as he passed by.
Yui put her hands on front of her mouth theatrically, and seemed to be on the urge of letting out a squeal of delight.
"Yes," he smirked, "I'm asking you out on a date later today after lunch."
"Sure, why not," I responded, and he headed off.
I still wasn't sure, but I had fun on the date with Noburo. I was more open to the idea of going on a date with someone than I had been before, and even if I went on a date with him didn't mean that anything had to happen.
Yui started babbling. Apparently she was a real romantic, and I didn't know how to tell her there was nothing romantic about it. Me and Chizuru shared a commiserating look.
It turned out that Yui could really keep going once she got started, and most of the next few hours were spent on her regaling us with talks about her favorite romance novels, manga, TV shows, and movies. It was honestly impressive, though it did strain my politeness to the absolute limit. If there was one genre I didn't care for at all it was romance. Thankfully, Chizuru and Keiko were suffering with me. Their suffering may be because they had been subjected to this talk before though.
Lunch came around, and Yui stumbled her way through the difficult dilemma of choosing between talking about romance and eating. Truly, the struggle was real. After lunch was over the three of them went off in search for hot springs. Somewhere along the way Kenji and Minato got dragged into the whole mess, leaving just me and Haruto alone.
"I'll need to go back to my hotel to change. Meet in front of the convenience store in an hour?" I asked.
"I like the way you look just now though," his eyes roamed from top to bottom, paying particular attention to my chest and thighs.
I simply raised an eyebrow in response, then I picked up my things and left.
Back at the hotel I dropped my bag, then stripped out of my bikini. I sadly only had an hour to work with, but it would have to do.
I found a nice white crop top with just the right amount of cleavage I quite liked the look of, and settled with that as the base. Finally after a few misses I decided on a pair of tight shorts that matched well with it. For underwear I settled on a nice see through, white bra, and a thong in same configuration. I raided my jewelry and picked out a bracelet and necklace, and finished up the attire with a good pair of sandals and a handbag. Summer was a bit of a pity as there were no use for stockings or the like.
Attire settled on I went to the bathroom to freshen up and sort out my hair, then I got dressed and loaded my handbag with money, phone, condoms, and key. One final inspection in the mirror, and I felt satisfied, then left the hotel.
When I made it to the destination Haruto was already waiting for me as I was running five minutes behind schedule. Despite already being there, he had found the time to change as well, and was now wearing shorts and a tee.
"Hey, sorry I'm late, did you wait for long?" I greeted him, as he was taking a good look.
"Not at all," he smiled, then offered his arm, "shall we?"
Curiously I took his arm, wondering if he was going to escort me like that the entire way, but after we had walked for a little he let his arm slipped and grabbed me by the hand instead.
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
"Have you seen much of this town yet?"
"Not really, no," I shook my head, "the girls have dragged me a few places."
"We can take a walk around and look for anything fun. There's a decent arcade we can go to," he suggested.
"That sounds fine," I said.
Arcade was admittedly one of the better options for a date. We walked hand in hand, evidently taking the scenic route, as we exchanged small talk. After twenty minutes we made it to the arcade where we exchanged for some tokens.
Arcades were not something I had experienced much. I never had time after school, which meant my only other option was the weekend. Me and Jun had gone to the arcade about a year ago or so, which was my most recent experience. I don't think either me and Jun were any good at the games though, as we usually preferred to go and look at clothes.
Still, I did okay in the games. Okay meaning I could probably have done worse, and Haruto only laughed at me a little. Which was fair. He did try to make it up to me by winning a stuffed animal from a crane game for me, which did not end well for him. Honestly, those things are absolutely rigged.
I took him to the dancing game since he was pouting, and I did have a good time with it. All in all, it was fun enough, I suppose.
After a couple of hours we conceded defeat, and passed our tickets to some nearby children before we left. He once again took my hand, and on the walk towards a cafe we agreed that those games were all rigged, not just the crane machine, though I valiantly defending the one with dancing.
We were seated and after we ordered the cool drinks arrived fast. I took a hearty sip, and felt a little more alive.
"So, what sport do you play? I don't think it was ever mentioned," he asked. You are reading on novelping.com, the official source.
"I play badminton. I came here on vacation right after a tournament," I idly played with the straw.
"Are you any good? Did you win the tournament?"
"Eh, so so. Could be worse, could be better, you know?" he nodded, "what about you and your swimming?"
Our conversation was briefly halted as our orders came. Nothing heavy for me, just sweet and light. We ate in comfortable silence for a little.
"Well, college level, so," he shrugged, "I enjoy it a lot, so I keep at it, but it'll never be my career. Perhaps I'll be a coach one day."
"I assume your college offers classes for that?" I politely inquired.
I was slightly interested, as it was a potential option for me. Badminton coach wouldn't be too bad.
"Yeah, I'm in all the right classes for it," he nodded, "I'm not sure about it, but I also don't know what else I want to do."
"I can relate to that. I hope badminton works out for me, but you never know."
"You can always try to be a model," he suggested.
"Maybe, but that seems like even more of a long shot."
"You are certainly beautiful enough for it," he smiled flirtatiously.
"If every pretty girl could be a model there would be too many models," I returned.
"What if I were to tell you that you are particularly beautiful?" his smile widening slightly.
I considered every way I could respond. It would be obvious to even a rock that he was flirting with me, but I was not sure how I wanted to respond entirely. I probably should flirt back at least a little, right? Even if it gave him ideas. Did I want him to have ideas? I didn't know.
"Then I'd think you might be after something," I leaned forward in a way that I knew would give a very generous view down my top, and as expected his eyes dropped to look at my breasts.
"I might have to insist then," he smiled boyishly as his eyes returned to my face.
I somehow managed to navigate my way through our time at the cafe. He seemed very eager, for a lack of a better word, and I allowed him to take my hand once again as we made our way back to the convenience store. Unexpectedly, he used his grip on my hand to pull me in close once we were standing still.
Our faces were so close, and my eyes flickered from his eyes to his mouth. His eyes closed and he leaned forward, head tilted slightly to the side, and I could feel my heart beating in my chest. I went through my options in my head, before I settled on just going along with it.
I tilted my head slightly and let his lips meet mine. They were warm, but felt a little rough. I wanted to keep it brief, so I placed a hand on his chest, and after we had kissed for a few seconds I pushed slightly, and he let me out of his arms.
"That's all you'll be getting this time," I teased playfully.
He didn't seem discouraged, instead he smiled.
"So I should ask you out again?"
"That's up to you," I returned.
"Want to have dinner with me tomorrow night?"
That should not be a problem, as long as I let my parents know.
"Sure," I turned around and started to leave, "we'll see what you'll be getting tomorrow," I called back coyly.
At dinner that night I told my parents that I had made alternative plans for tomorrow, so they should go and have a romantic evening together. They seemed quite happy about that, so at least there was one upside.