School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 37 – Roommates

“How did you manage to live by yourself for the last few years?” Yuki burst out, picking up her now pink blouse from the laundry basket and nearly crying. “I can not believe you just turned all of my whites into pink.”

“Look at it this way,” Shinwa called from the kitchen, “you like pink better anyway.”

“But this is my school blouse,” Yuki argued. “They will never allow me to where it pink. I’ll have to wear my gym uniform, like that isn’t embarrassing enough since I’ve gained about ten pounds living with you.”

Shinwa mashed potatoes and tried not to say what was on the tip of his tongue, but it fell off without him being able to stop it. “Stop sitting around and playing video games all day,” he snapped bitterly. “You have not done any school work since you have been living here, and it’s been two months. Have you bothered to call your mom in that time except to tell her you aren’t coming home?”

Yuki stomped into the kitchen and threw a bright pink bra at Shinwa, which slipped into the mashed potatoes. “Mind your own business,” she sneered.

Shinwa turned around, picking the bra out of the mashed potatoes and throwing it at her feet. “If you are living my apartment, where I’m paying the rent, and I’m paying the utilities, and you are not doing your homework, or making any career moves, it is very much my business. I know you’re bitter and mad, but it’s no reason to give up on life.”

“Your one to talk,” Yuki snapped. “You are the one who is hiding here. What about your parents? Have you bothered to call them since you came back to Japan? You won’t even tell me anything, of course I am depressed. You’re making movies, talking to people behind my back, and ignoring the fact that I am right here.”

Shinwa turned away from Yuki, throwing the masher into the potatoes and forgetting them. He was not in the mood for this. The last couple of days Yuki had been trying to pick a fight at every turn. He knew what she wanted from him, but he was not willing to give it to her.

“Do you love me?” Yuki blurted out, much to Shinwa’s surprise. It had him stopping, before he could even think, she was going on. His brain was befuddled with her madness all of a sudden, but here she was, close to tears, fists clenched, and reaming him out… for putting something red with her whites? “I feel like you and I are just friends, that all of our relationship is not a real relationship, but… friendship. You’ve avoided me since I’ve come here, you’ve been home as little as possible, and when we do have days of domestic bliss, that is what it is… domestic. I’m sixteen, Shinwa, I want a little…”

“Why don’t you ask me what you are trying to ask me?” Shinwa asked her, his mind finally reeling onto the topic she had found. Is this really what had been bothering her?

Yuki let out a sigh, reached down and picked up the bra that was now pink and covered in mashed potatoes, clung it to her shirt, hugging it for protection, and said meekly, “Why haven’t you ever made love to me?”

Yeah, he definitely was not ready for this particular conversation. It had finally occurred to Yuki that it was not her that was holding them back from having sex, she had made it clear many times that she was ready to move on from Kago’s ill treatment of her and on to the next stage. She now saw the real bump in their road, and it had been Shinwa’s lack of interest all along, or what she was mistaking for lack of interest.

“Yuki, it’s not for the reasons you are accusing me of,” he said calmly.

“So, you aren’t cheating on me?” Yuki asked pathetically, and it took everything in Shinwa not to laugh, at her, at the insinuation. He just bit it back and told her, “Never.”

“Then why?” she continued on.

“Because I am trying to protect you,” Shinwa told her. “For the longest time the only person I had been with was Kyouteki, and then she started sleeping with Tattoi, and me, I was unaware that she had moved on to Tattoi. Kyouteki, and I know you don’t want to hear about our sex life, but she liked things… rough. She wanted to be hurt, to be damaged, and it was the only way I knew how to fuck for the longest time. The other women I slept with, as my own sort of revenge on my ex-lover, all got the brunt of what Kyouteki taught me. You have already been that with Kago, and you hated it. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you, however unintentional, and I don’t know any other way to make love.”

Now Yuki kind of felt like an ass as she shifted from one foot to another. “Oh,” was all she managed to squeak out.

“Trust me, Yuki, I want you so badly I can taste it,” he admitted to her. “Every time you come near me I want to throw you down and do things to you my head can barely contemplate it all. But I can’t do that, not with this… fear of hurting you.”

Yuki dropped the bra and let it fall to the floor, discarded and forgotten, and she slowly walked over to Shinwa, reaching out and taking his hand when she came closer. “Then let’s learn together,” she said. “We don’t have to move fast, we can just… learn how to be gentle, since I don’t know what else to do either.”

Shinwa did not answer, only leaned down and took Yuki’s lips under his own and together they shared the most passionate kiss either had felt. Yuki’s bare toes curled, and Shinwa wrapped his arms around her, kissing her like he would never feel her beneath him again. This did not solve any of their problems, Yuki was still neglecting school, Shinwa was still neglecting his family, but this could bring them that final step towards one another, that step they needed to be that much closer.

Yuki wrapped her arms around Shinwa’s neck, standing on her tiptoes for better momentum in the kiss. Shinwa wrapped his arms around Yuki and lifted her into his arms, picking her up completely like he was going to carry her across the threshold and carried her towards the tiny bedroom. He nearly tripped over the rug once, causing nervous laughter to bubble from the pits of both of their stomachs, but they were going to go through with this, even if it took all night.

He laid Yuki out on the bed, drinking her in. Yes, she had gone from a rail to gaining ten pounds, but what she did not notice was that she had gained it in areas where she had been too thin before. She was gorgeous, even more gorgeous than before, and Shinwa wanted to hold her all night if he could. There was something about Yuki that was saving his immortal soul, and he wanted her there always, no matter how selfish it sounded.

Yuki sat up, letting her lips find Shinwa’s in the darkened room, the sun beginning to hide behind the clouds and neither of them willing to reach over for the lamp to illuminate their awkward moment. Shinwa leaned down over Yuki on the bed, letting his lips caress hers in a way that had her moaning just from the touch. She could not imagine him ever being rough when he spent his whole life treating her so gently.

His hands slowly slid under her shirt, massaging her waist, her sides, her ribcage, all of the way to her breasts, moving slowly, teasing her delicate skin, and she could only breathe heavy in response, her head filled with only him and the sensation of having him. They were going to go through with it, they truly were going to go through with it, and all she could think was how much she loved him, and that he had never answered when she had asked if he loved her.

Shinwa’s hands gripped Yuki’s small breasts, massaging them gently, taking his time with feeling around them, teasing her nipples until he could feel them hard from outside her bra. He pushed her shirt up completely, showing the breasts heaving inside of her bra, and he brought his lips down, licking across the tops and enjoying the taste of her sweet skin that was not salty, but almost sugary. He could not get enough of the young girl below him, and continued to take advantage of that moment, nipping her softly on the top of her breast, causing a small cry to come from her lips. “Did I hurt you?” he could not help but ask.

Yuki shook her head, hesitated, then nodded, but added sweetly, “But that’s the good kind of hurt,” and she wrapped her arms around him, slipping her hands up the back of his shirt and holding him tightly.

Shinwa seemed satisfied with that answer, leaning up and kissing Yuki once more on the lips, his tongue putting a pressure on hers she was unused to, but she let it flow, wanting this moment so much she ached for it. She had waited over a year for this moment, and now that it was here she almost did not want to take her time. She wanted him to ravage her, to tear her clothes off and do the same things to her that he had done to Kyouteki, but this was something different, something special, for both of them. They had to show one another the meaning behind their relationship, and it was not just sex, it was something much more precious.

Shinwa lifted Yuki slightly, pulling the shirt over her head and throwing it to the floor. Yuki did the same with Shinwa’s shirt, though she had much more troubles pulling it up the length of his lanky body than he did her short one. He mostly did all of the work, she just held on to it as he slithered out. Yuki had seen this side of him before, had seen him without a shirt, but it was mostly posing for magazines, a cigarette hanging from his mouth, and Kyouteki leaning over him possessively. This was better. He was real, his chest was hard, and her fingers itched to just run down the ridges. Shinwa leaned down, moving his mouth back to hers and she took the opportunity, running her fingers back up his body, over the washboard stomach, the chest with perfect pectorals, then back down again, to the ridge of his jeans and pulling unskillfully at the button and zipper.

Shinwa reached behind Yuki’s body, unclipping the bra with no effort and sliding it over her arms. Yuki had a bout of self-consciousness and covered her tiny breasts with her arms, afraid to have him looking down at her the way he was. His eyes were hungry for her in a way that Yuki had never seen in a man’s eyes before. Kago had always looked to her as if she were… Fuji. He had never seen her, he had always been wishing he was with someone else, but Shinwa could only see her, and for that she wanted to curl up against him and cry, but more so she wanted to finish what they were doing.

Shinwa glanced down at Yuki’s fingers, that were now shaking and fumbling even worse with the zipper she had been playing with before that. Shinwa let out a small laugh and Yuki laughed along with him as he moved his hands down his body, moving slowly, sensuously, brushing against her legs as he moved down their bodies towards his pants. Yuki shivered at his light touch, and still wondered how he should need to learn to be gentle.

Shinwa removed his pants and boxers in a swift fluid motion. Yuki gasped looking down at Shinwa’s naked figure and could not help closing her eyes. She felt like a virgin again, never having seen a naked man before. Shinwa brought a hand up to her cheek, turning her to face him, running his hands down her body as she did so she watched him move and watched her own body being undressed the rest of the way. She felt her legs tightened closed as Shinwa moved down her body, kissing every inch of her bare skin. Shinwa did not even fight her, he just continued to kiss down her stomach, to her pussy, giving small kisses across the coarse hair, his tongue flicking between her legs just enough to give her a reminiscent feeling of something between her legs. Without thinking she opened her legs a bit wider, allowing Shinwa movement between them. He slid his fingers up her body, sliding one inside of her to feel the wetness of her body. Yuki let out a sharp cry of shock, not expecting him to have done just that. She could not say why she felt like a virgin all over again, but something about Shinwa’s delicate caresses had her feeling… new.

“Shinwa,” Yuki begged slightly, feeling his finger slowly move inside of her.

Shinwa could deny her, but he had no desire to do it. He spread her legs out, moving in-between her legs, situating himself for perfect penetration. Yuki sucked in her breath, ready and not ready. She had pushed for this, she had wanted this more than anything, now that it was here she was a bit shaky.

“Are you okay?” he asked, looking down at her with all of the love of the world. “If you don’t want to we don’t have to.”
“I want to very much,” Yuki said a bit too eagerly.

Shinwa slowly guided his way inside of her, feeling her tighten at just the head slipping inside of her. He was afraid to push too hard, he moved too slow, and even Yuki was anxious for him to move a bit faster. She raised her hips a bit, whispering, “You won’t hurt me,” and waiting. With a groan of pain and pleasure Shinwa slid completely inside of Yuki, who cried out a bit too fervently once again. Shinwa worried he hurt her, but she was shaking her head, holding him close, moving before he even started. She was not going to let him go now that she had him.

Shinwa gave the first swirl of his hips inside of her and Yuki threw her head back onto the pillows and gasped. Is this what it was supposed to be like? He moved steadily inside of her, not slow, but not too fast either. He penetrated deep, pushing as far into her as he could go, rubbing against her walls, slowly thrusting with every long thrust into her. It was rhythmic and pleasurable, and Yuki had her legs so tightly around him she was surprised she was not cutting off his circulation. There was more to his skill inside of her than to the thrusts that made her keep crying out in pleasure every time he reached full length inside of her. She was gripping him tightly, her nails digging into his back as he began to move faster, his mouth breathing out his own groans of pleasure that had Yuki’s head reeling. She was floating on a cloud of ecstasy and Shinwa was giving it to her.

Shinwa pushed harder, and yet he still was managing to remain gentle, to not hurt her more than she could take. He pushed and rubbed in her walls, gripping her arms, holding her down into the bed, and never leaving a mark on her body. Yuki cried out until she was cumming, her orgasm running on the heat of passion and love, her whole body tightening around him, her toes straight in the air as she screamed.

Something about this Shinwa found amusing, but not in a harsh way. He loved to watch Yuki, her every movement brought a smile to his lips, but now would have been a bad time to mention that to her.

Shinwa began to slide out of her and Yuki clung to him. “What about you?” she asked.

“We have no protection,” Shinwa said, worried about the girl under him.

“Oh,” she said. The remedy to that was already on her mind as she sat up with him then turned him over, laying him flat on the bed. She grinned down at him, and hoped she did not choke on him or bite him as she tried this.

She went down on him, taking his shaft into her mouth and trying not to think of how disgusting this really was. It did not bother her because this was her boyfriend, this was Shinwa, she could handle this. She licked the length of it, watching him shudder with the pleasure. She tried to remember the tips her sister had given her, running her hands down the shaft while the tip of her tongue and her mouth licked at the head, rubbing over the small slit in the head. Shinwa could not help himself, he lifted his hips to meet her mouth, pushing his shaft further into her mouth. Yuki took it in, licking along the length, her whole mouth wrapped around it, though all she could think was, “Don’t bite him.”

She moved over him, licking and suckling it until she felt the first trickles of pre slipping out of the head and down her throat. She wanted to stop, but the look of need on Shinwa’s face made her keep going, slipping her lips as far as she could down his shaft, sucking hard, hard enough that his orgasm filled her mouth and she found herself doing the only thing she could… swallowing. This was not the most pleasurable thing she had ever done in her life, but Shinwa looked happily satisfied, and she felt good, her whole body felt great.

Yuki sat up quickly and went to the bathroom, as gracefully as she could manage. The door slammed and Shinwa heard the water running, and soon the sound of her brushing her teeth. Despite everything he finally let out a loud whoop of laughter. Yuki came out, a bit of foam still at the corner of her mouth, and looked at him seriously, like she was about to reprimand him again. Instead she ran towards the bed and bounced on it beside him. “That was great!” she cried happily. “Let’s do it again!” and she pulled up the blankets over him and kissed him, foam on the side of her mouth and all.