School Girls' Stories - Year 3

Chapter 13 – Will They?

At the end of the night Fuji slipped away as fast as possible, claiming to have a stomach ache. She said that she would call a cab to drive her home and both Noriko and Teiyoku tried to stop her, but she was faster than both of them could even bother to stand, even in four inch heels that she felt looked ridiculous on her. She rushed to the elevators and pressed 10. And waited.

When the elevator door opened to the tenth floor Fuji hesitated. What had made her rush so quickly to him? He did not belong to her, she belonged to someone else now, but… she couldn’t let him go. She had not let him go all of this time, how could she simply give up now?

The door began to close and before Fuji could reach out and catch the door another hand came in, holding the door at bay, opening Fuji to the man in front of the elevator. Fuji stared up at Amatsu for a moment, gazing at his own dashing beauty, at the man she had once sworn herself too, and so easily thrown it all away for her dreams. Now her dreams were coming true and she did not know if she still wanted them.

“Amatsu!” she cried, throwing herself into his arms and allowing him to catch her like some romantic cliché. She wrapped her arms around him and leaned close to him, taking in the fragrance of musk and just… him. This was the man she remembered, the man who protected her against everything, without question.

“Fuji,” he whispered, leaning down towards her. Their lips met in the hallway, claiming one another, pressing against each other in lustful need. He pulled her towards his room, towards their destiny, and she followed him, barely stopping to look around her, to see the world she was stepping away from.

They could hardly open the door for their busy hands that went and groped one another. His hands were up the skirt of her dress, feeling around, her hands were on the belt of his pants, pulling them away before they were even falling through the door. Once through the door the two of them slowly began to pull away and just look at once another, gazing at bodies and faces they had waited for for too long.

“I… I shouldn’t be doing this,” Fuji insisted to Amatsu, covering the cleavage that had been exposed halfway from the door to the room, “I have a fiancé.”

“No, you shouldn’t be.” Amatsu and Fuji turned to the door, surprised to see Devilin standing there, key in hand, looking very smug, and not the least bit happy, all at the same time.

“How did you get a key?” Amatsu demanded.

“You forget that my step-aunt owns this hotel,” Devilin said. “I was given access to every room when I thought that Fuji might be hiding because she didn’t feel well, even though I knew exactly where you both would be.”

“Devilin-”

“Save it, Fuji,” Devilin snapped, his red eyes turning on her. “Nothing you can say right now is going to appease me. I know what you are doing with him, you can’t make up your simple little mind.”

“There’s no reason to insult her,” Amatsu snapped, stepping forward and in front of Fuji, acting as her knight in shining armor as she tried to hold up the cleavage of her dress.

“I’m not, I’m stating a fact,” Devilin snapped. “Fuji can make her own decisions, she can work business and acting better than anyone else, but when it comes to love and friends she is simple. When faced with a complex situation, like choosing whom she loves, she does as she is told, like a puppet.”

“Devilin that is enough!” Fuji snapped, her teeth nearly grinding into one another as her temper rose. “I get it, you came to stop us, and now you have.”

“That’s not enough,” Devilin said, stepping further into the room. Amatsu stepped up, closer, towards Devilin. Amatsu was taller than the devil boy, but Devilin was definitely broader in muscle. “What, are you going to fight me now?”

“I will if you harm her,” Amatsu threatened.

“I wouldn’t harm the woman I love,” Devilin said, looking to Fuji with softer eyes. “Unlike you.”

“I have never hurt Fuji,” Amatsu snapped.

“Not physically,” Devilin pointed out. “I meant the pain you caused her when you broke her heart. I would never break her heart that way.”

“What do you think you are doing to her now?” Amatsu snapped back, the two of them growing every closer together.

“Boys!” Fuji cried, running between them and throwing her hands out to stop them. It took a moment of the boys staring to realize she was still popping out of her dress. She hurried and pulled the dress back into place before throwing her hands out once more, though her face was still red. “Stop fighting, please.”

Devilin grabbed Fuji’s outstretched hand and pulled her to him. Without waiting for a response he pulled her into a kiss that left her breathless, his hands holding her close, their bodies sharing the heat of one another. When Devilin pulled away her other arm was torn in the other direction and she found herself against Amatsu once more, a dance of sorts, as he pulled her to him, kissing her deeply, his tongue tickling the tip of hers in a seductive dance between the three of them.

Devilin came up behind her, kissing the back of her neck, running his tongue over the pearls and silver. This was reminiscent of a time Devilin and Fuji had spent together before, though this time the opposite person was a man, which made Devilin feel iffy, and Amatsu even more so.

“You guys,” Fuji said, her legs going weak. If both of them had not been holding her at that moment she would have slid to the floor. “I… what are we doing?”

“I don’t know,” Devilin admitted, though he was not releasing her.

“But I want to finish,” Amatsu said and leaned down and took Fuji’s trembling lips under his. Fuji closed her eyes and imagined a bunch of tempers that were not flaring, a bunch of hormones that were not raging, and a life that was simpler. How did she always end up in these odd predicaments with two people pawing at her, and her, unable to make a move otherwise but to accept it. She wanted them both, she loved them both, and she wanted none of this to stop.

Amatsu’s hands ran up her sides to her breasts, taking care to pull the dress down and away from her body once more, his fingers and thumbs tweaking her nipples gently, his lips still ravaging hers. He massaged her breasts while running his fingers over hardened nipples, giving her the ultimate pleasure, hearing the noises she made beneath his lips.

Behind her Devilin allowed his hands to run up her thighs, to feel the silken skin that earlier had been pampered. His lips moved over her neck, his teeth expertly unclasping the pearl choker around her neck and revealing the bruise on one side of her neck. Devilin moved to the other side of her neck and bit down, hard enough she pulled her lips away from Amatsu’s and cried out. Devilin sucked her neck like he was Dracula trying to drink blood, and she moaned under his administrations, arching her back and rising into Amatsu, who brought his lips down to her cleavage, licking up the line between the two breasts.

Devilin continued to move his hands up Fuji’s legs, towards her panties, under the hem, and finding her spot perfectly. He slipped his finger into her and had her body dipping towards him. Once more the two men were supporting her weight as she quivered, both of them working different parts of her, her knees giving out and the three of them ending in a heap on the floor. Fuji was still caught between them, Amatsu before her, pulling one side of her panties away, Devilin behind her, pulling at the back. Between both men the panties tore in half and fell in tatters around her knees.

Amatsu moved faster out of the two, and it was the first time he had ever been faster than the shorter man. His pants were undone and he was shoving himself inside of Fuji before anyone could catch their breath. Fuji cried out in enjoyment, and pain, and pure need as he pushed in, supporting her weight.

Devilin, never to be outdone, leaned forward and whispered into Fuji’s ear, “Can I?” his long shaft rubbing against her backside.

Fuji was not thinking, she was only feeling the slow pumps and thrusts of Amatsu into her body, the first time in over a year he had been so close to her, her body welcoming him back. She could only think of the heat the three of them created and how much she wanted it all. Her lips were saying, “Yes, yes,” before she actually bothered to think of what he was asking.

Amatsu ran his hand behind Fuji’s head and brought her head forward and onto his shoulder. “Bite my shoulder if you need,” he said breathlessly, “he’s going to hurt you.”

Before Fuji could comprehend what was truly happening Devilin was pushing inside of her, tearing into ass and pushing deeply inside of her. Fuji let out a yelp, and without conscience thought she bit down into his shoulder. She could taste blood under her tongue but she could not release until the pain eased, and then it was throbbing through her again, both men pumping her and thrusting into her. She pushed herself up and held herself between the both of them, allowing them to move inside of her in a way she could never have imagined before.

Devilin tried to be gentle behind her, but seemed unable to do so with so little lubricant and knowing it was her first time, while Amatsu enjoyed just being inside of her, pushing deeper, feeling the thrill of her once more that he had not felt for too long.

It was all over too quickly and the three of them were suddenly laying on the floor, hurt, feeling gross, and still wanting more of something. Fuji felt breathless and was unable to move on her own.

“So… isn’t this awkward?” she finally asked. She was answered by laughter, and men covering their eyes so they would not see the others nakedness.

“So… what now?” Devilin asked. “What does this mean?”

Fuji pushed her way to a sitting position, instantly regretting the movement and shifting so her weight was mostly on her knees once more. “Right now, it means we all need a shower.”