Yui was frothing at the mouth for gossip when I made my appearance the next day. She dragged all of us into a restaurant placed to cater to beach goers where we could talk in private. Chizuru appeared to be suffering and Keiko just seemed amused.
"So?" her eyes even appeared to be shining.
"Well, we went on a date," I shrugged.
She puffed out her cheeks, and I folded like the wimpy wimp that I am. Really, that woman is far too good at looking pitiful.
"It was fine. We went to the arcade, and then a cafe," I answered, not really sure what she wanted.
"What did you wear? What did he wear? Was he gallant? Did he flirt with you?" she became more and more excited as she spoke. It was almost scary.
I obediently went over what I wore and he wore first, and it seemed to finally calm her down a little.
"As for gallant, well we did hold hands, so maybe?" I shrugged, "and yeah he did flirt with me."
"Of course he flirted with her; they went on a date. That's what dates are for," Chizuru interjected sarcastically.
I managed to hide my smile as Yui fixed a glare on Chizuru. She quickly raised her hands in surrender, and Yui returned to her prey. Really, she should scold Chizuru a little more and forget about me.
"Did you flirt back?" I was certain I saw her eyes glittering for a moment there, but it must have been the light.
"Yeah, a little," I nodded.
She started her customary squeal that signified her romantic obsession was being greatly pleased.
"Did you kiss?!"
"We did exchange a short kiss at the end of the date, and then he asked me to eat dinner with him tonight," I dutifully explained. 'Please let the interrogation end here' I prayed in my heart.
She was actually bouncing up and down in her seat now. I turned and locked eyes with Keiko, shooting her a questioning glance. She just laughed silently and shrugged.
Thankfully, this was not a prelude to another never ending lecture on romance since an hour later Yui left to see her boy toy, finally setting me free. Me, Keiko, and Chizuru left to find the guys and play some volley.
Yui returned several hours later and kidnapped us again, gushing wildly. It took a little for her to actually be coherent, but apparently the guy had said he loved her, which just raised so many flags. I looked toward Chizuru and Keiko, but neither of them were saying anything. It was a little uncomfortable, but I felt I had to say something, so when Yui took a small break to actually breathe I spoke up.
"This guy, he is local, right?" I asked.
"Yeah, he lives not far from the beach," Yui affirmed, and I quickly continued before she could start up again.
"You should be careful," I warned her.
"He's a local guy, it doesn't matter if he hurts your feelings, since you will be gone soon enough. He said he loves you this fast? It sounds like he's after one thing and one thing only, and it's not your personality. Hell, he might even be working on multiple girls or have done it a lot in the past."
The table descended into an uncomfortable silence, and I realized I might have gone too far.
"I'm sorry, I don't know him, so I don't really know, just be careful, okay? I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn," I tried defusing the situation while feeling very awkward. This is why I don't want to talk about boys with girls; I have the emotional intelligence of a particularly dumb rock.
The jovial mood didn't really return, and I couldn't help but feel bad. We split up not long after, and in my hotel room I tossed myself on my bed and buried my face in my pillow.
Ugh. Maybe they won't be mad at me tomorrow? I could only hope.
I had to move past this and get my head in the game though since I still had to meet with Haruto later. I got up from my bed and started on getting ready. I still didn't know what I wanted either. Why is life so complicated? I pushed everything from my mind and turned my focus on getting ready and dressed, and just see how everything turned out.
Black g-string, cupless black bra, crimson tube top, and a black skirt was what I settled on. It was one of my shorter skirts, but after I had leaned over and turned this way and that way in front of the mirror, I was satisfied I wouldn't accidentally flash anyone. It was difficult to deny this skirt as it did a wonderful job at showing off my legs.
Despite not knowing exactly what I wanted, I still felt that I had to properly dress up for a date. Doing otherwise seemed sort of impolite? I did also enjoy dressing up, and a date was about as good an excuse as I could get, so that was part of it.
Old faithful, my silver necklace with a heart pendant, was suitable enough and I slipped it on, settled on a black handbag, and black shoes with a slight heel, and my hair in a ponytail with a few locks let loose to artfully frame my face.
I took a few moments to study myself in the mirror, then ditched the necklace. I tried a choker, but I wasn't satisfied with that as well. Instead I found a different silver necklace that was far shorter. It was almost like a choker, just in silver. Finally I gave a satisfied nod to my reflection in the mirror and then went down into the lobby.
Haruto was waiting for me, lounging in a sofa, but as soon as he saw me he stood up and smiled my way. He had actually put on a proper shirt with buttons, and even wore jeans, his clothes were a little flashy. The evening was less warm, so it would probably be bearable for him.
"Hello, you look beautiful," he said as he offered his hand.
"You don't look half bad yourself either," I took his hand.
He playfully lifted up my hand and planted a kiss before he started dragging me along.
The restaurant he led me to was as expected not fine dining. It was well within expectations though, and he even pulled the chair out for me.
As much as I was trying to get my head in the game, I was admittedly off. He didn't seem to notice, which I was thankful for. Perhaps he did, but was just happy that I did continue responding in kind to his flirting.
He told me about his home, and I told him about mine. I did manage to get information about college from him, which was useful for my future plans, and only further cemented my wish to avoid that, in return I told him about my obsession with clothes. Well, not obsession, but healthy appreciation.
After almost three hours we finally got up and left, and he once again took my hand as we walked through the nighttime streets illuminated by street lamps.
"Did you have fun?" he asked.
"Trying to get me to give you a rating between one and ten so you know what to improve upon?" I teased.
"Maybe," he smiled.
My hotel was nearby, but the street was empty and we were entirely alone.
"Or maybe you are trying to see if you warrant more than you got last time?" I continued.
We stopped walking, and turned to look at each other. I think he was trying to gauge how far I was going to let him go. Even if he asked me I wouldn't know the answer.
He let go of my hand and got into my personal space, I let him push me up against a wall and closed my eyes. His mouth once again sought out mine, but hungrier this time. I buried a hand in his hair and let the other rest at his side.
His hand came forward, touching the bare skin of my stomach, caressing me gently and slowly moving it upward. I didn't move to stop him, and it finally came to a stop on my breast, lightly squeezing. I could feel his fingers run across my nipple through my top. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
The kiss deepened, and he pushed forward with his tongue. I opened my mouth and let him in, reciprocating when his tongue sought out mine.
He grew bolder, and his hand moved upwards, touching the edge of my top and tugging lightly. I still didn't stop him, though it did raise the question of when I would. He pulled my top down, exposing my pale chest to the slightly chilly night air. Both his hands reached forward this time, cupping my breasts and squeezing them, before he moved on to a more intimate touch. He let his fingers tease around my hard nipples, and lightly rubbing them. One of his hands moved down my stomach, and the other grasped one my nipples and lightly rolled it between them.
I released an involuntary moan into his mouth, and his other hand sped up. It made it to my thigh and started wandering up my skirt. My skirt was rather short, so it would only be a short journey to my flimsy g-string.
I put a hand on his chest, pushing lightly, and he got the message. As we parted strings of drool connected our mouths. He looked down at my exposed chest. I allowed him an eyeful before I pulled up my top. With what felt like a million thoughts running through my head I took a moment to compose myself before I spoke.
"And that's all you're getting this time," I said coyly, hoping I sounded more confident than I felt.
"I'll be looking forward to next time then," he smirked.
I thought about it for a few seconds, then I settled on giving him a hug. He thankfully didn't try anything.
"We'll see about that tomorrow. For now, goodnight," I waved and started walking.
"Thanks for a pleasant evening," he called back.
I made sure I was presentable before I entered the hotel lobby, as there was still a clerk present. My nipples were still quite pronounced through my top, but otherwise I was certain I looked fine. I made my way inside, entered the elevator, and in short order made it back into my room.
I started stripping out of what I wore, leaving it where I tossed it, though I was mindful enough to leave my accessories on the dresser, then I tossed myself on my bed wearing only my g-string.
I stared up into the ceiling for a little, just thinking. Then I picked up my pillow, and screamed into it, before I put it back.
What was wrong with me?
While it wasn't a definite goal for me to get some action on this vacation, it was most definitely an option. A guy that I without a doubt find physically attractive just falls unto my lap and wants to take me on dates? That's definitely something you go for then. Sure, his personality might not be all there, but for a hookup I care about his fingers, mouth, and cock.
So what was wrong with me?
It was arguably too late in the night to find a love hotel, I can concede that, which does limit my options. All that really amounts to is that giving full on sex another try is definitely off the table though, and I still have other avenues to consider.
Maybe it's too risky to try and give him a blowjob out there on the street, but I could definitely have snuck him into my room without a problem to do it. It's only fifteen minutes at most, thirty if we really take our time with it.
Even if I didn't want to bring him to my room, there were other options. His hand was up my skirt, it was almost there, and having him finger me would without a doubt be a pleasurable experience. All I had to do was just stay like that, keep kissing him, and within just a few seconds I would have someone stroking my pussy. Instead I had actively acted against it.
So just what the hell was wrong with me?
I picked up my pillow again and screamed into it, before letting it go again.
After another five minutes of mentally berating myself I sighed and got up. I sorted out my clothes and went through my nightly routine, then turned off the lights and crawled into bed again, quietly thinking as I slowly dozed off.
It was frustrating, but I could manage. It was a small setback, and I still had many days to go. I swore that tomorrow things would change.