It is a beautiful day. The sun is shining, the grass is lush, the birds are singing, and the flowers are in bloom.
Noburo is sitting behind the school building with his back against the wall eating his lunch.
"You know, when you get that thoughtful look, you look constipated," Ren says next to him. Noburo turns and glares at him, but he just smirks back.
"I think I want to ask Akane out on a date," he finally relents and lets him know.
"Akane who?"
"The Akane," Ren chokes on his juice at his answer.
"If you want to commit suicide there are simpler ways," Ren finally speaks after a minute of coughing.
"I think she likes me," he retorts.
"I think the only thing that woman likes is badminton and the torment of her would be suitors."
"No no, I'm serious."
Memories of their encounters run through his mind, and he can't help the slight flush that comes over him.
"Seriously?" Ren turns to give him a searching look, "as your friend, I don't know if I want to congratulate you or beat you up."
Akane was one of the most popular girls at school. She was also the one other students absolutely hated to be compared to. Her grades were better than most students who focused exclusively on their studies, and she was very athletic, even on the path to become a professional. Of course, her beauty, elegance, and stunning confidence only further enhanced her popularity. It was her confidence more than anything that drew him in.
The school had smart girls, pretty girls, and athletic girls, but Akane was a devastating combination of all three.
She was however, also famous for rejecting everyone who had ever asked her out, and she was difficult to approach. She was friendly enough with the people she spoke to, but getting to that point with her was difficult.
Of course he hadn't spoken to anyone about Akane, so he couldn't blame Ren for being confused about this sudden turn.
"If there was just ten percent chance she would agree I would ask her out, hell, I'd even accept a lower chance," Ren ponders out loud.
"So you think I should?"
"If you don't I will beat you up."
"Why do you threaten me with violence, you brute?" Noburo shoves Ren away.
He didn't know if she was interested in him, but she also didn't seem not interested. He wanted to be closer to her.
Things didn't go according to plan, and the next day at lunch the mood was far more gloomy.
"Well, at least you tried, Noburo. You also didn't ask her out in public," Ren says, before he continues after seeing how little effect is has, "how about we hang out together instead. We can do whatever you want, how about that?"
"Thanks Ren, I appreciate you trying to cheer me up," he tries his best to sound appreciative.
He doesn't know if he regrets trying or not. Back in first year he had tried dating, but it proved too difficult, so he had given up on girls. Five days of school, with practice afterwards, Saturday was often taken up as well, and Sunday, well he needed rest and time for homework. The few girls he had tried dating didn't appreciate how little time he actually had for them.
In the end he had just stopped. It's not a choice he regrets, as it allowed him to focus, and it gave him extra time that he needed to really push himself.
Perhaps it's for the best that she had rejected him? He's in his third year, now more than ever he has to devote all his time to basketball. He has a chance to actually go somewhere, and he doesn't want to waste it.
The next day at lunch it's a reversed situation.
"She actually sought me out and changed her mind. Me and Akane are going out next week," he explained to Ren after he asked about his weird mood.
"Congratulations," Ren shouts and punches him.
Noburo glares as he rubs his shoulder, before he lets out a sigh.
"She said it was as friends though, so I don't know."
Having had the rest of the day and night to think on it, he isn't sure how to feel about it. Especially since yesterday when he affirmed his resolve.
Things were always easier when she was with him. She had this surety about her that just drew him in, as if there were no reason for doubt, and that everything was easy and simple. Truthfully he is a little jealous of her for that. For him there are always so many doubts and second thoughts.
"Don't mind that," Ren idly waves his hand, "that's how all dates start. It's our final year, we have to make some mistakes, and you can always ask me for advice," he waggles his eyebrows.
Noburo shoves him.
"I fear what your advice might lead to, you relentless pervert."
He hasn't spoken with anyone about Akane, and that includes the more carnal activities him and Akane got up to. The first time, he convinced himself it was a dream and hadn't actually happened. By the time he realized it was actually happening he was used to keep his silence, so as far as Ren knows he really has no experience.
Not that his current experience counts for much.
Noburo ignores him and focuses on his food.
A bit more than a week later, on a Saturday, Noburo waits at the station for her. He is a bundle of nerves, pacing frantically as he checks his phone every ten seconds.
The irrational desire to just immediately run away keeps surfacing. He has tried taking deep breaths, but it doesn't help.
Finally she appears and leaves him breathless. To him she has never been more beautiful, and it takes him an embarrassing amount of time to realize she is talking to him.
"Ah, no, I've only just arrived myself," he lies.
No way he is going to admit he has been here for almost half an hour torturing himself.
"I'm glad to hear that," she smiles, and he is so glad he didn't run away.
He quickly wipes the idiotic grin off his own face, and they board the train that arrived.
Somehow he manages to make it through the date. Not without looking like an idiot, but that was never an option. Walking around with her on his arm, he can't not notice how people look at her, and he can't help but preen a little.
The final stop is at a quiet cafe where they can talk in private, and he orders a parfait for her. They sit down, his feet appreciating the chance to rest. She takes off her hat and places it on the table, closes her eyes and shakes her head, then runs her fingers through her hair to fix it. He stares a little bit, maybe a lot, before he snaps out of it and focuses.
"So, why badminton?"
Sports are a safe topic to breach. He has practiced at home, though he would never admit it.
"I just really like beating up that feathered bastard," she says and puts her filled spoon in her mouth.
He knows she isn't doing it on purpose, but it still entrances him, especially as the tip of her tongue appears to lick her lips.
"That's a very you answer," he somehow manages to say.
Usually he isn't this awkward around her, but today is difficult.
"What about you?" she asks.
"When I was a kid my uncle got me started on it. When puberty hit and I grew this tall, it only seemed natural to continue," he explains, "hopefully I can go all the way, as I do like the game."
"So you'll be playing after you graduate?"
"Unless I somehow fumble completely, I have an American college lined up that wants me to transfer," he is quite happy to share this as it makes him very proud.
"Allow me to offer my congratulations in advance," she smiles happily.
"T-thank you," he prays to whatever gods are listening that he isn't blushing.
"That does bring us back to the main issue: What do you want out of today?" she fixates on him with an intense stare as she leans forward.
He both dislikes having that look placed upon him and likes it. It's strangely intimidating, and it makes him nervous. However, it would be a lie to say he doesn't like her intensity.
"I, uh, I," is all he manages. 'Good job, you moron' he scolds himself mentally.
She leans back with a sigh, and he manages to relax a little.
"You just said it yourself. You are going to move to another continent in less than a year, so what are you hoping for? That we'd become a happy couple, and then you go away, and I then sit here and pine for you for years?"
Truthfully, he hasn't really thought things trough, but it is difficult to argue with her.
"Even if I wasn't me, the premise of a serious relationship is flawed. But I am me, and I can tell you now: Even if you weren't going to move away I wouldn't be interested in a relationship."
He can't lie, hearing her completely reject him so bluntly hurts.
"I'm sorry, but I feel that it's best if I'm honest. It's not a problem with you, I'm just not interested in any romantic entanglements."
They sit in heavy silence for a few minutes, though it doesn't seem to bother her too much as she finishes her parfait.
"I don't know. You're right of course. There's just something about you," he finally manages.
Even he isn't entirely sure what he means.
"As I've said before, I'm open to something more casual."
She picks up her hat and puts it on, then stands up. She looks at him, and as he looks up at her, her eyes seem especially beautifully blue.
"So, do you want to go to a love hotel? It's up to you," she offers him a hand.
His brain crashes, reboots, crashes again, and he prays that the second reboot will hold. It should be an easy question to answer: A very beautiful girl has just invited him to a love hotel. New chapters come out on novelping dot com first.
His feelings are all muddled. He probably has a crush on her, maybe more, but it will never go anywhere. The smart thing is to decline, to get some distance.
Ren's voice echoes through his head, reminding him that it's his final year and to make some memories.
It's a bad idea, but will he regret it if he says no?
He knows he will.
Damned if you do, and damned if you don't.
"Sure," he smiles, feeling anything but confident, and takes her hand.
He might have said he is sure, but he is still a little out of it. Thankfully she takes the lead, and she manages to find a place.
The clerk at the desk doesn't say anything as he pays for a room. Maybe he just doesn't care, or else it's because despite being only 18, with his height Noburo could pass for early 20's. Either way, he is happy to escape scrutiny.
Akane drags him to the elevator, and as they ride it up he takes several deep breaths. He looks at her, but she doesn't seem as nervous as him.
He takes a final deep breath. He just has to focus on her; she always calms him down.
They arrive at the correct floor, find the right room, and unlock the door.
He curiously inspects the room. It's in dark colors, with a small table and two chairs, a large bed, two lamps, a stand with a TV on it, a nightstand on either side of the table, and a door leading to the bathroom. It doesn't look all that strange surprisingly. Then again, he's not quite sure what he had imagined.
The sound of the door locking draws him out of his thoughts, and he turns around to look at Akane. She looks at him expectantly as she slips the strap of her dress over her shoulders, letting her dress drop to the floor, and he draws in a gasp of breath.
She is only wearing a small g-string that barely conceals anything, and he didn't even know that a bra like that existed, that leaves her breasts completely bare. He has touched them through her shirt before, and he has had his hands up her skirt, but he has never seen her like this.
She walks, except it's more like a prowl, making her assets move in a way that dries his mouth. They look perfect; more than a handful, topped with hard, pink nipples. She bends over at the table and picks something up, and his heart hammers in his chest as he sees what it is.
"Not going to undress? Or do you need help?" she asks as she opens up the condom wrapper. She discards the wrapper and stalks towards him.
He would like to say something eloquent or something pleasing or just anything, but he stands there rooted to the spot, a complete wreck, while slowly growing harder.
She makes it to him and she starts fiddling with the buttons of his shirt, and that finally snaps him out of it. He moves to help and leans down, and she moves her head towards him and their lips meet.
The kiss starts carefully, just their lips meeting softly. His shirt is discarded, and they break off to pull off his undershirt. When their lips meet again it's hungrier, and his tongue meets hers as his hands start wandering over her body.
He wants to touch everything, explore every bit of her soft skin. He puts his hands at her sides as she starts fiddling with his pants, but he isn't in a hurry to help her. He lets his hands run up her torso until they reach her chest. He brushes his thumbs gently over her nipples and areola.
His belt has come undone, and she finishes with his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He moves on from her breasts and let his hands slide down her back to her ass. He cups it experimentally, then squeezes. It's firm and feels perfect in his hands.
His underwear is pulled down, and he lets a hand slip to her front. The flimsy cloth is easily pushed aside, and he let's his finger wander down her soft, wet lips, eagerly exploring her. He feels as she grabs his erection, sliding the condom on.
"Take me to bed," she whispers as they break for air.
He doesn't need more motivation than that. He picks her up easily and carries her to bed where he drops her. She laughs lightly as she bounces on the soft bed, before she pulls of her g-string, throwing it away, and adjusts her position.
He looks at her as she waits for him. They forgot to take off her shoes and bra, but he doesn't mind. She lays there, almost completely naked, her hair is tousled, and her legs are spread open inviting him in. Part of him idly muses that he might never have seen anything more beautiful.
He steps out of his pants and underwear that is still pooled at his feet and kicks off his shoes at the same time. Finally undressed he drops on the bed and places himself between her open legs.
They lock eyes, both of them gleaming with excitement. He reaches down to properly line himself up, and after a few tries he manages. He goes slow. It's his first time, and he is afraid to hurt her. Slowly, bit by bit he pushes further inside her, barely remaining rational as she whimpers softly and sensually.
"More," she whispers quietly each time he pauses.
He moves his head, consuming her lips once more. He thinks he is halfway inside her, and starts to move. Very slowly, he pulls out, then pushes back in. He easily slides inside her, her pussy welcoming him eagerly.
She moans into his mouth as he slowly picks up speed, pushing further and further in. She feels so tight and warm, and his breathing is heavier, so he has to break their kiss. He buries his face in the bed next to her head, and she wraps her arms around him.
After a few minutes he thrusts inside her all the way, completely consumed by her warmth. Her loud moan into his ear is like music to him as he grunts, and she wraps her legs around him. She isn't holding on to him tightly though, so he easily pulls back out, then penetrates her once more.
Everything else disappears. All he hears are her cries of pleasure and the sound of their bodies colliding, all he feels is how perfect she feels around him, her nails scratching along his back, and the taste of their kiss lingering in his mouth.
He does his best to last as long as he can. He doesn't know if the biggest reason is that he wants to give her more pleasure or because he doesn't want this to end. Finally as he feels her clench around him he is pushed over the edge, and he thrusts all the way inside her with a final groan and starts cumming, as she wraps her legs around him firmly, keeping him in place.
They stay like that even after he has finished, their warm bodies tightly entangled, and sharing tender kisses. It takes several minutes, but at last they separate. They lay next to each other, both slightly out of breath.
It might have been a bad idea, but he knows he wouldn't want his first time with anyone but her.
She turns around, and her soft body cuddles up to him. She places a hand on his chest, idly going in circles. It feels surprisingly nice.
After a while of comfortable silence it's Akane who breaks it.
"You know, I've heard that young men don't need too much time to rest before they can manage a repeat performance. Want to give it a try?" she says, and he can feel her hand wander down towards his crotch.
He does indeed want to give it a try.
He does indeed manage a repeat performance.