School Girls' Stories - Year 1

Chapter 10 – Memeshii Kyoei


“You are an absolute slob,” Amatsu snapped at his roommate, who was sitting on the couch watching Amatsu clean the apartment. “I can not believe you leave your dirty underwear in every room in the house. What is more disturbing is, why was it in my room?”

Kyoei laughed and shook his head, enjoying the intense look on his friend’s face. “Dude, like she isn’t going to get that men are slobs,” he laughed. “Better to show her now what you are like than get married and have her figure it out the hard way.”

Amatsu stopped, flinging a pair of the raunchy underwear at his friend. “It’s the third date,” snapped Amatsu. “Don’t you think it is a bit early to be thinking about marriage?”

Kyoei shrugged. “You never know, man. Women want to get married earlier and earlier.”

The doorbell rang to the apartment and Amatsu felt something twist in the deepest part of his stomach. He walked to the apartment door and swung it open. Fuji stood before him, looking beautiful in nothing but ripped jeans and a T-shirt, and he wanted nothing more than to kiss her, but Kyoei was watching and Amatsu should have been helping her with the three grocery bags that she was struggling to keep in her hands.

“I thought you were just cooking dinner,” Amatsu said, reaching out to grab the bags from her hands. Kyoei hurried to stand up and grabbed the last bag so the girl would not have to carry them, winking at her softly.

“I’m Kyoei,” he said to her, sitting the bag on the counter.

“Nice to meet you,” she smiled, and walked in behind the two men, shutting the door behind her. “I am just cooking dinner,” she promised, “but I didn’t know what you liked, and I thought if Kyoei wanted some I would need more. Plus I wanted to make a dessert.”

Amatsu blinked at the full grocery bags, pulling out things he didn’t even known the name of. How was he supposed to help her if he didn’t know where this weird shaped thing went? Or how it even tasted? He didn’t know if he could tell her he liked it or not, what help was he going to be?

“Do you like steak?” she asked of him, pulling a few different meats from the bottom of the last bag.

“I do, so even if he doesn’t, you can cook it for me,” Kyoei laughed, watching Fuji’s face. He was more surprised to see the girl turn to smile at home.

“I can make it for you so you can have it tomorrow. I love to cook,” she smiled, and finished emptying out the bags.

Amatsu smacked his friends arm and pushed him out of the tiny kitchen. “Don’t mind him, steak is fine, and you don’t have to feed Kyoei. He was supposed to be gone tonight, anyway.”

“Unh, it’s fine,” she smiled. “I don’t mind cooking, and Kyoei can stay.”

Kyoei leaned over the counter that was between the living room and the kitchen and grinned at Fuji while speaking to Amatsu. “You have a very nice girlfriend, if it doesn’t work out, can I date her?”

Fuji blushed and Amatsu tried not to. Neither of them had acknowledged that Fuji was indeed his girlfriend. It was implied, by the end of the third date people usually were dating, but he was not sure how she felt about that. By the smile that didn’t fade, he wondered if she was as happy as he was with the way things were going.

“Why don’t you two go sit down, and let me do my thing in the kitchen,” Fuji said, shooing them off. “I just can’t cook with people hanging over me.”

“Are you sure you don’t need, or want, my help?” Amatsu asked, coming back to look at her once more. He still wore the black cross necklace he had worn on their first date, but his clothes had gone back a bit to casual. He saw that casual made her more comfortable, and though he itched for his deejay persona, he wanted her to be happy.

“No, it’s fine,” Fuji smiled. “It will not take me long at all to cook, I promise. It is not going to be anything fancy, just a good warm meal.”

Fuji ended up making a nice steak stir fry, with rice and a type of garlic noodles that had Amatsu and Kyoei begging for more. She gave them a nice fruit juice that looked like alcohol, explaining that she was still too young to buy alcohol, one of the only truths she told, and for dessert she made the two men strawberry shortcake. By the end of it the men were full and Fuji was hurrying to wash the dishes.

“Fuji, don’t do that,” Amatsu stopped her when she went to turn on the hot water. “It’s our apartment, we will do the dishes. You relax; you just cooked a great meal.” Amatsu smirked and turned to face Kyoei. “Kyoei, wash these dishes, Fuji and I are going to go watch television in my room.”

For just one moment Fuji’s heart stopped. To his bedroom? She had thought about this earlier, about what would happen when she had been invited over to his apartment, and then had invited herself to cook dinner, but she never expected to actually go to his bedroom. She had expected… a distraction, of any kind. If she stayed out too late her mother would know she was not really studying like she claimed she was.

He closed the door behind him and Fuji took in the interior of his bedroom. His deejay equipment was scattered in every corner, and there were posters of other deejays, of clubs, and of musicians that were of interest to him. His walls were covered, and the only open space seemed to be his window. He had one lonely shelf in the entire room and it was covered in books. She walked over to it, gazing over the collection, and began reading the names aloud. “Poe, Shakespeare, Aristotle, Austen, Tolkien, Picoult,” she smiled. “You have pretty eclectic tastes, which do you actually read?”

“I’ve read every book on that shelf,” he said seriously.

Fuji laughed and turned back to it, then her eyes widened and she reached out for one of the books. “Elizabeth Haydon, Elegy for a Lost Star. Your sister reads them, huh?”

“You caught me,” Amatsu laughed, walking over to her. “Now you now my dirty little secret, I really had read the book.”

Fuji laughed and turned to face him. He stepped forward and took the book from her hands, placing it delicately back on the shelf with the others. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began pulling her to him, “Come here.” She obligingly did as he asked and waited happily for his lips to find hers. His kiss was warm and still send the electric shocks of passion down her spine. She felt her toes curl and her body tense, his hands going up to run through the strands of her hair. She let him lead her to the bed and slowly lay her down, his body on top of hers, and she even let him slide his hand under her shirt, feeling the generous breasts. He ran his fingers over the tips of the bra, and slid them underneath to cup the breast. Then he pulled his head back from the kiss and laughed slightly. “You wear one of those bras that make you smaller, don’t you?” he asked, pushing her shirt up all of the way around her neck. “Because you are definitely bigger than you let on. Let me see you.”

He began to pull the bra down and away, while watching his hands move over her. She began to tense up and reached for his hands, gripping his wrists and holding them where they were. “Nope,” she said, her smile not fading though her body was tensed. “You aren’t allowed.”

“I’m not, eh?” he asked. “Okay, how about this?” He closed his eyes and ran his callused hands over the tops of her breasts, once more finding the lining of her bra and beginning to pull it down. “Now I am only touching them, but I can not see them.”

Fuji let him pull the bra down, his hands cupping her breasts and toying with the nipples. The tips of his fingers drew circles around the nipple until it was taught, and then he bent down to take one into his mouth, his eyes still closed. He let his lips suck on the delicate nipple that had never been touched in such a way by a man. He suckled it like a child, then bit harder to gain a cry from her lips. He teased the nipple until it was wet with his very saliva, then kissed over to the next breasts, licking a trail up it to the nipple. Then, without warning her, he opened up his eyes and gazed down at her, sitting up to take all of her in. Fuji tried desperately to put herself back together, suddenly embarrassed, but Amatsu grabbed her hands and stopped her.

“You are beautiful,” he told her softly, gazing at her like he had never seen a naked woman before. “You are Venus, you are the most beautiful person I have ever seen. You are perfection.”

Fuji could do nothing but flush. Amatsu smiled and pulled her bra back into place, then pulled her shirt back down over her generous breasts. “It’s all right,” he told her. “We do not have to do anything you do not want to do. I enjoy being with you, because you are you.”

Fuji smiled and sat up. Amatsu sat next to her on the bed and wrapped an arm around her. “However, I will try at every chance I get,” he added with a leer.

Fuji laughed and gave him one last kiss before excusing herself to go home.