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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
54
Views:
41,041
Reviews:
137
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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6. Amatsu Inperiaru/Inperiaru Amatsu
Just an intersting side note, I thought you may like to know, Inperiaru Amatsu is said to mean Imperial Rebellion. Originally, in another story I had writting, he was a prince, and so it worked out perfectly for his character. However, I liked the name so much that when I carried him over to this story I decided it would stay.
On with the story.
~*~
Chapter 6 – Inperiaru Amatsu
Fuji stood in front of Kaori’s make-up mirror and saw a person she did not know. Her auburn hair was free around her shoulders, gentle curls cascading around her body. Her eyes were not covered with pale make-up to dull the aquamarine color, but were painted a light shade of pink to bring out the rosy color of her skin. Her lips were painted a magnificent glossy pink that made her look like she had just been kissed.
Kaori’s skirt was a bit too big for her, the older girl’s hips a bit wider than Fuji’s in a delicious way that did not seem wrong. Kaori gave her an older white skirt, since Kaori rarely ever wore white anymore, and together the two girls had hemmed it around Fuji’s waist so it fit perfectly. What scared Fuji most, though, was not that she looked good in her outfit, it was that Kaori’s pink blouse fit Fuji perfectly around every part of her top. She always thought Kaori was much larger than her in the breast department, at least the girl flaunted it well, but when Fuji put the blouse on, the buttons securing in to place, she felt a small snugness that Kaori often wore with her own shirts.
“It is because your mom is probably buying you some minimizer bra that holds those jiggly bits down,” Kaori told Fuji, putting a pink barrette into the girls hair to pull just a few strands of that long auburn hair away from her face.
Fuji tried to hide her blush and turned to Danko, who was in the corner of the room, her legs crossed, watching the two girls ready themselves. “What do you think?” Fuji asked, needing a second opinion.
Danko and Kaori exchanged a knowing smile that Fuji did not see. “If I was a guy, I’d be impressed,” Danko said. “It says innocence, and beauty, and intelligence, all in one go.”
“Yes it does,” Kaori admitted, then leaned over and snagged Fuji’s glasses right off of her face. “You can have these back when you get back here. You won’t need them, you don’t need them, and if you kiss it will just leave nose marks all over them.”
Fuji laughed nervously and shifted from foot to foot. “I guess I should be going,” she said to the two girls. “Thank you very much for your help.”
Kaori gave a Gallic shrug while Danko just smiled. Fuji hurried out the door and began her way to town, on white heels that she had never walked in before, where she was to meet Amatsu at the same café they had met at. She was nervous, to say the least. She had never had a date before, especially not a date with a person like Amatsu.
Fuji was the first one there, so she took the same table she had sat at the day before and patiently waited. The waiter brought her a glass of water while she waited.
Fuji grew nervous, looking around every few moments to see if he was there yet. She felt like it had been hours, and it was only five minutes after their meeting time. Who was late on a first date? She wondered if this was already a bad sign of things to come. She shook her head. No, she would not think that way. That was her mother’s thinking. Fuji would remain optimistic, like Yuki always did.
He showed up six minutes late, and hurrying down the sidewalk. He came up to the table and looked down at her beautiful eyes and smiling face, and he melted. “I am terribly sorry,” he apologized to her. “My roommate wouldn’t get out of the bathroom.”
“Roommate?” Fuji asked as Amatsu took a seat across from her. She had expected him to look as he had yesterday, with jeans and a nice top, but he seemed to be done in a way that would have made Kaori come on to him and Yuki drool. He wore all black, black slacks, black button shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, and a black cross around his neck. Fuji squirmed. She looked his complete opposite, dressed innocently in pink and white, and here he was dressed in all black, and looking terribly delicious.
Amatsu nodded. “Yeah, my buddy, Kyoei, and I share an apartment. It’s easier when going to college to live on the dorm, but we decided to get an apartment instead. We could break the rules more that way. My life is usually spent between work and school, so today is a very welcome break.”
College? Fuji squirmed, but remained quiet about what he had just said. If he was in college, he at least had to be eighteen. That would mean that he was at least three years older than Fuji, which was not so bad, but she could see her mother’s reaction etched across her face. Fuji tried to carry on the conversation. “Where do you work?” driving it away from herself as best she could.
“I am a deejay at one of the local clubs, and every once in a while I have a gig at the radio station.” He watched Fuji’s surprise and wonder and he began to plow in to how uninteresting it really is. “It seems glamorous, and so many guys and girls think it’s great, but it’s a lot of hard work and very little real appreciation. It’s a job, though, and it pays great.”
Fuji nodded, trying to think of something else to say to him. She suddenly felt terribly dull, and she shifted once more. She wondered if he realized how old she was, and she wondered if it was rude to ask how old he was. “How long have you been doing it?” she asked of him, hoping to gather the answer she was fishing for.
“Since I was fifteen,” he told her, “so about six years now.”
He was twenty-one! Oh, this was so very wrong. How was he going to feel if she told him she was fifteen? What was he going to say? Suddenly Fuji was desperate not to lose this man she had known for all of five minutes, and resolved herself to lying if she had to.
“What school do you go to?” he asked of her.
Fuji did her best not to squirm. “I go to the local community college. I am trying to finish a few more credits before I find the right school for me.”
Amatsu smiled. “That is a smart thing to do, plus it gives you a few years to save up some money, especially if your parents can’t afford it.”
Fuji thought to her mom and nearly laughed. Oh, her mother could afford it. She had been saving for Fuji to go to college since the day she had gotten married. She had married three years before Fuji was born, and it had already given her plenty of time to save every penny that her father had earned. Of course, it helped her father had been rich, and her husband was then rich, and when he died it all came down to her. Both men in Fuji’s mother’s life were dead, and had left her millions. Fuji definitely did not need to save money for college, but she did not tell Amatsu that. She just smiled and nodded.
Fuji steered the conversation away from school and the intricacies that may belie her age, and instead spoke of his interests in music and deejaying, and he spoke of her interests in books and the cello. He was impressed with her, she was impressed with him, and it was turning out to be a great date.
They went to a movie that was both romance and action, and they both enjoyed the antics of it. That sat through it, hand and hand, giving each other meaningful glances from across their seats. He looked to her lips, the pink shade that Kaori had painted them enticing him, and she looked to his eyes, the same aquamarine as her own, but such a beautiful shape that the eyes would have been the only feminine part of him.
After the movie he walked her back to the café and offered to walk her home. Fuji had to quickly shake her head. “No, I’m not going back home,” she said, the only real honesty she could come up with. “I’m going back to a friend’s house. I borrowed the blouse from her. I really did not have much to wear.”
Amatsu gave her an appreciative smile. “It suits you wonderfully,” he told her. He leaned down and gave her the chastest of kisses, and though it was only a light brush of lips it still sent electric tingles all down her body all the way to her toes. “I will call you,” he told her, indicating to the cell phone she had strapped on to her purse. “I am anxious to see you again,” he said.
“I am as well,” she told him honestly. With that, the couple parted ways, and Fuji raced back to the Oshidori home. She was not sure who it was she wanted to talk to. Yuki was her best friend, and would love to hear the gossip, but Kaori was experienced, and perhaps would have the better advice.
On with the story.
Fuji stood in front of Kaori’s make-up mirror and saw a person she did not know. Her auburn hair was free around her shoulders, gentle curls cascading around her body. Her eyes were not covered with pale make-up to dull the aquamarine color, but were painted a light shade of pink to bring out the rosy color of her skin. Her lips were painted a magnificent glossy pink that made her look like she had just been kissed.
Kaori’s skirt was a bit too big for her, the older girl’s hips a bit wider than Fuji’s in a delicious way that did not seem wrong. Kaori gave her an older white skirt, since Kaori rarely ever wore white anymore, and together the two girls had hemmed it around Fuji’s waist so it fit perfectly. What scared Fuji most, though, was not that she looked good in her outfit, it was that Kaori’s pink blouse fit Fuji perfectly around every part of her top. She always thought Kaori was much larger than her in the breast department, at least the girl flaunted it well, but when Fuji put the blouse on, the buttons securing in to place, she felt a small snugness that Kaori often wore with her own shirts.
“It is because your mom is probably buying you some minimizer bra that holds those jiggly bits down,” Kaori told Fuji, putting a pink barrette into the girls hair to pull just a few strands of that long auburn hair away from her face.
Fuji tried to hide her blush and turned to Danko, who was in the corner of the room, her legs crossed, watching the two girls ready themselves. “What do you think?” Fuji asked, needing a second opinion.
Danko and Kaori exchanged a knowing smile that Fuji did not see. “If I was a guy, I’d be impressed,” Danko said. “It says innocence, and beauty, and intelligence, all in one go.”
“Yes it does,” Kaori admitted, then leaned over and snagged Fuji’s glasses right off of her face. “You can have these back when you get back here. You won’t need them, you don’t need them, and if you kiss it will just leave nose marks all over them.”
Fuji laughed nervously and shifted from foot to foot. “I guess I should be going,” she said to the two girls. “Thank you very much for your help.”
Kaori gave a Gallic shrug while Danko just smiled. Fuji hurried out the door and began her way to town, on white heels that she had never walked in before, where she was to meet Amatsu at the same café they had met at. She was nervous, to say the least. She had never had a date before, especially not a date with a person like Amatsu.
Fuji was the first one there, so she took the same table she had sat at the day before and patiently waited. The waiter brought her a glass of water while she waited.
Fuji grew nervous, looking around every few moments to see if he was there yet. She felt like it had been hours, and it was only five minutes after their meeting time. Who was late on a first date? She wondered if this was already a bad sign of things to come. She shook her head. No, she would not think that way. That was her mother’s thinking. Fuji would remain optimistic, like Yuki always did.
He showed up six minutes late, and hurrying down the sidewalk. He came up to the table and looked down at her beautiful eyes and smiling face, and he melted. “I am terribly sorry,” he apologized to her. “My roommate wouldn’t get out of the bathroom.”
“Roommate?” Fuji asked as Amatsu took a seat across from her. She had expected him to look as he had yesterday, with jeans and a nice top, but he seemed to be done in a way that would have made Kaori come on to him and Yuki drool. He wore all black, black slacks, black button shirt that was mostly unbuttoned, and a black cross around his neck. Fuji squirmed. She looked his complete opposite, dressed innocently in pink and white, and here he was dressed in all black, and looking terribly delicious.
Amatsu nodded. “Yeah, my buddy, Kyoei, and I share an apartment. It’s easier when going to college to live on the dorm, but we decided to get an apartment instead. We could break the rules more that way. My life is usually spent between work and school, so today is a very welcome break.”
College? Fuji squirmed, but remained quiet about what he had just said. If he was in college, he at least had to be eighteen. That would mean that he was at least three years older than Fuji, which was not so bad, but she could see her mother’s reaction etched across her face. Fuji tried to carry on the conversation. “Where do you work?” driving it away from herself as best she could.
“I am a deejay at one of the local clubs, and every once in a while I have a gig at the radio station.” He watched Fuji’s surprise and wonder and he began to plow in to how uninteresting it really is. “It seems glamorous, and so many guys and girls think it’s great, but it’s a lot of hard work and very little real appreciation. It’s a job, though, and it pays great.”
Fuji nodded, trying to think of something else to say to him. She suddenly felt terribly dull, and she shifted once more. She wondered if he realized how old she was, and she wondered if it was rude to ask how old he was. “How long have you been doing it?” she asked of him, hoping to gather the answer she was fishing for.
“Since I was fifteen,” he told her, “so about six years now.”
He was twenty-one! Oh, this was so very wrong. How was he going to feel if she told him she was fifteen? What was he going to say? Suddenly Fuji was desperate not to lose this man she had known for all of five minutes, and resolved herself to lying if she had to.
“What school do you go to?” he asked of her.
Fuji did her best not to squirm. “I go to the local community college. I am trying to finish a few more credits before I find the right school for me.”
Amatsu smiled. “That is a smart thing to do, plus it gives you a few years to save up some money, especially if your parents can’t afford it.”
Fuji thought to her mom and nearly laughed. Oh, her mother could afford it. She had been saving for Fuji to go to college since the day she had gotten married. She had married three years before Fuji was born, and it had already given her plenty of time to save every penny that her father had earned. Of course, it helped her father had been rich, and her husband was then rich, and when he died it all came down to her. Both men in Fuji’s mother’s life were dead, and had left her millions. Fuji definitely did not need to save money for college, but she did not tell Amatsu that. She just smiled and nodded.
Fuji steered the conversation away from school and the intricacies that may belie her age, and instead spoke of his interests in music and deejaying, and he spoke of her interests in books and the cello. He was impressed with her, she was impressed with him, and it was turning out to be a great date.
They went to a movie that was both romance and action, and they both enjoyed the antics of it. That sat through it, hand and hand, giving each other meaningful glances from across their seats. He looked to her lips, the pink shade that Kaori had painted them enticing him, and she looked to his eyes, the same aquamarine as her own, but such a beautiful shape that the eyes would have been the only feminine part of him.
After the movie he walked her back to the café and offered to walk her home. Fuji had to quickly shake her head. “No, I’m not going back home,” she said, the only real honesty she could come up with. “I’m going back to a friend’s house. I borrowed the blouse from her. I really did not have much to wear.”
Amatsu gave her an appreciative smile. “It suits you wonderfully,” he told her. He leaned down and gave her the chastest of kisses, and though it was only a light brush of lips it still sent electric tingles all down her body all the way to her toes. “I will call you,” he told her, indicating to the cell phone she had strapped on to her purse. “I am anxious to see you again,” he said.
“I am as well,” she told him honestly. With that, the couple parted ways, and Fuji raced back to the Oshidori home. She was not sure who it was she wanted to talk to. Yuki was her best friend, and would love to hear the gossip, but Kaori was experienced, and perhaps would have the better advice.