"I'm home!" I call out as I enter the door.
I sit down on the hallway stool, zip down my boots and let out a sigh of relief as my feet are finally free. My toes wiggle with excitement. I pick my shoes up in one hand and grab my bag with the other.
"We're watching TV," mom calls out.
After I return my boots to my room and drop off my bag, I go and join them, plopping down between them. Dad puts his arm around me.
"Did you have fun with Jun? Are creditors coming to kick down our door any moment?"
Dad, traitor that he is, laughs at her joke.
"Yes mom. And I didn't even spend that much money."
"Behold, it is the age of miracles," dad mutters. I glare at him, and he has the audacity to chuckle.
"Really, I spent my money mostly on food and snacks," I huff.
"We'll reimburse you for that, sweetheart," dad kisses the top of my head.
"Thanks, my new favorite parent," I stick my tongue out at mom and she just rolls her eyes.
I turn my attention to the TV. It's some game show it seems, that is of course utterly confusing for everyone by design. Doesn't mean it can't be fun.
"By the way, after your tournament we'll be going on vacation," dad says as commercials play.
"Really?" I turn towards him excitedly.
"Really. Just to be clear, it's not contingent on how well you perform, we'll be going no matter what," he reassures me.
I appreciate it. In my former life I was familiar with the stereotypes of Asian parents, and though it is a stereotype, it is still true to some extent. I've seen how it still applies in some families. I've been around tournaments for a few years, and naturally there must always be losers. How some parents take it when their child loses? Oh dear.
It makes me appreciate my parents a lot. Of course they want me to excel, and they tell me to, but I've never felt that their affection was dependent on how well I did.
"I know dad," I squeeze him lightly, "where will we be going?"
"We found this lovely place with a beach for you and hot springs for me and your dad. You'll have your own room, and you're old enough to do whatever you want, since last year went so well," me mom explains.
Last year we went on a beach vacation as well, and as an experiment they let me off the leash. As far as they know it went perfectly well.
Slut brain finally got through to me on our last vacation. There was this guy, maybe a couple of years older than me, and he set his eyes on me from the day we arrived. It's not like he harassed me or anything, and I did flirt back, at least a little. Mostly by accident. He had a nice tan and his muscles felt fantastic. On one of the last days we ended up somewhere isolated by some cliffs, and he started touching me. My brain started malfunctioning, and somehow I ended up giving him oral.
What felt the best was how quiet it was for me afterwards. Slut brain had been in fifth gear the entire time, and all of a sudden it was just quiet. I didn't really connect the dots at first since I was too conflicted by what I had done, and how much I enjoyed it. Now, it's just a pleasant memory of a summer vacation.
Not like I was going to tell my parents that I had ended up sucking a stranger off after they let me out of their sight though, something I don't think they would appreciate.
"Oh you should have told me earlier, I could have shopped for bikinis!"
"Honey, you already have more than half a dozen," mom says, voice as dry as beach sand.
"Maybe they don't all fit me, or maybe I'd find something better," I refute.
Dad tunes us out as we discuss swimwear.
After a few hours of TV I go to my room and strip naked, then I try out my bikinis one by one. Mom was right. They all fit me perfectly, and I still look fantastic in them. Midway through my posing in front of the mirror my parents knock on the door and tell me goodnight. I quickly put on something, and give them each a hug.
Done with my most important vacation preparations I head to the bathroom, bringing my sleepwear with me. Since my parents are asleep anyway I make the trip naked.
Saturday is a nice day for a final reason, those that don't get eaten by extra badminton at least. Most days by the time I'm finally done with school, club, and homework, I'm too tired to do anything but sleep. Sunday is hit or miss, since I do go for a run and make sure to finish all the homework I've missed. Indeed, Saturday is the one day of the week where I actually have the energy to play with myself, and after my last encounter with Noburo I am feeling a bit needy.
I take a few minutes to just luxuriate in the warm water cascading down my body. My thoughts inevitably turn to yesterday, and I bite my lip in anticipation as I take down the shower head and adjust the water. I've dragged a stool with me inside, and I sit down on it and spread my legs.
Sadly the water pressure isn't very high, but it's still a wonderful teasing sensation. Holding the shower head with my left hand I reach down with my right hand, carefully running my fingers down my sex.
My breathing gets heavier as I think about yesterday. How he felt in my mouth, the look in his eyes, how it tasted as he filled my mouth. My thoughts drift towards how it would feel to be pinned down, legs spread, and with him on top of me. How it would feel to really have him inside me. With a final gasp I finish.
It takes a few minutes for my breathing to return to normal. I wash up properly, dry myself off, brush my teeth, get dressed, and go to crawl into bed.
It's a good Saturday.
With a smile on my face I fall asleep.
Sunday passes, Monday arrives, and Jun is being a little bitch.
That's fine, because I am in a great mood. I am feeling thoroughly satisfied in every way, which gives me a sharp focus I usually lack. At this level I can even have a conversation with a black man without staring at his crotch. I extend an apology to the black community for my sexual harassment.
It's all slut brain's fault though. Sure, it's an urban myth that black men are larger than others, but that was in my previous world. In this one? I am almost certain that it's true. Which in turn makes slut brain drool, so any time I meet a black man she starts frothing at her mouth. Honestly, I don't even know why she'd want them larger, but she is completely immune to any form of logic. For now the beast has been chained though.
Summer vacation is three weeks away, so I'll hit up Noburo the final week. This should allow me to be nice and focused for the tournament.
Thanks to my great mood I'm not so frustrated by Jun being a coward. With my assistance, harassment, it takes a little while, but he finally manages to actually ask Rin out on Wednesday. Which was apparently the easy part, since from that point on both of us stressed about his date on Saturday. Well, he stressed the most, but he dragged me down with him.
Honestly, I don't get what the big deal is. If the date goes badly, so what? Worst case scenario is that she doesn't want to go out with him again, in which case you just move on to someone else. Jun tells me I have no sense of romance. I take it as a compliment.
I end up being sent on undercover missions, which are not secret at all, to find out where Rin would like to go on a date. I don't get why I am involved as he can just ask her himself.
As the day approaches he becomes even more of a mess, and on Friday even the fashion club is roped into figuring out what he should wear. At least he wears being a mess well, it's only because he is my best friend that I can easily see through him. For some reason I get recruited as a cheerleader for him Saturday.
I did not want to get up at a reasonable time Saturday just to give him a few more encouraging words. That's what best friends are for though, and with a grim purpose I fulfill my duty.
It is with a great sigh of relief I finally send him off Saturday and head home. Hopefully he'll be less annoying with future dates.
Dates.
I haven't really thought about going on one, after all a date is for romance. If it wasn't for the expectation of romance I think it could be enjoyable. A hunky man who takes me places to entertain me, food and snacks, and I won't have to pay for anything? It sounds like a dream come true.
Of course said hunky man would then want another date with the expectation of a relationship at some point, which is right out. I may, sadly, be straight, but luckily I am not the kind of person that actually needs or cares about a relationship.
I also don't like the idea of monogamy. Sure, in all the time I've been fooling around with Noburo I haven't been going after anyone else, but that's not out of a desire for an exclusive relationship, instead it's simply because he satisfies me enough.
I wouldn't care if he chased after other girls either. Considering he is a handsome and successful athlete I'd be very surprised if he hasn't been getting some action on the side. And that is entirely his business and not something that concerns me.
After all, during the beach vacation I will most likely find some other man to give me some satisfaction. The idea of it intrigues me in a way I can't really find the words to explain. Maybe it's because last summer something similar happened and I liked it? It's difficult to say, but I want to figure it out.
I don't know if Noburo would mind, but I don't know if I should care either. I like him well enough, and I don't want to hurt his feelings, however I don't want to accept any chains I don't absolutely have to. I want to live freely, enjoy myself, and do what I want.
Maybe I should try to have an honest conversation with him one of these days to make sure we're both on the same page? It might be a little awkward, but I do like my current state of affairs when it comes to my sex life, so holding on to him would be nice.
He is a third year though, so he'll be gone before next summer. Not a reason to go looking for a replacement any sooner than I have to though, but it is something to keep in mind. What I'll do exactly I don't know.
I spend the weekend in deep contemplation on how to navigate a difficult conversation like this, and I don't arrive at a good answer before the week starts again. Do I even need to have the conversation?
Monday I patiently listen as Jun keeps gushing about his date. Apparently they held hands, those precious, awkward virgins. Well, I'm technically a virgin too, but I'm not that awkward. I'm very happy for him though, especially as there will be a second date. It'll be good for Jun to have a steamy summer romance, then perhaps he can forget about Noburo for a little bit. If not, I can always harass him back twofold.
Then Wednesday things take a turn, as Noburo wants to talk to me. Not as a euphemism, but actually talk.