School Girls' Stories - Year 2

Chapter 47 – Entrance Exams

Fuji and Devilin walked on to the campus where she would be taking the exam to be accepted into Tokyo University. Devilin carried her bag that was filled with books; he also carried their joint luggage for the night, since they would be staying at a local hotel for the night and returning to their own town in the morning. Devilin and Fuji both figured she would be too exhausted for the train ride home, and even if she wasn’t, she wanted to see her grade if she would pass or not and make it into the University.

“I guess we separate from here,” Fuji pointed out, shifting and fidgeting nervously. She reached for the bag, pulling out the pencils and pens and notebooks she would need for the test. Her stomach was no longer in knots; it felt loose and like it was going to fall out of the bottom of her body and onto the ground.

Devilin nodded, leaning forward and kissing Fuji on the cheek. She seemed too distracted to even notice he was there still. “Good luck,” he whispered to her.

She only nodded at his words then hurried away, carrying the few items she would need, her head reeling. Inside of the building Amatsu was standing outside of the examination room, looking perfectly cool, calm, and collected. He looked as if none of this would bother him. He watched Fuji step up towards him, and for a moment she stopped in front of him, and though she was frazzled, her glasses askew as she looked up at him, he thought she looked glamorous and gorgeous. Her eyes fell to his chest, and emerald/aquamarine cross she had bought him two Christmas’s ago hanging from his neck. She smiled slightly and looked up into his eyes.

“Sit by me,” she insisted.

Amatsu only nodded, walking with her into the room and the two of them took their seats. Within minutes the teacher was passing out their exams and going over the usual spiel of how they must keep quiet, they must refrain from looking at other people’s papers or their test would automatically receive a 0, they must…

Fuji glanced to Amatsu, who looked down at his test with ease, while somewhere she dreaded this test. She leaned over a bit, while the teacher still had his back to them, and she whispered, “For just a moment, will you hold my hand?”

Amatsu had never seen the girl looking so nervous. She had become very self-assured in the time he knew her. When he had first met her she was fidgety and nervous, but always with a cool head. As the year went on that they spent together she grew to be stronger, and more of her own person, and now she looked like a child sitting there ready to cry, afraid of the big bad test.

Amatsu silently thanked Devilin for this opportunity. Devilin did not know that he had given Amatsu the perfect gift to give Fuji at that exact moment. As they reached their hands across the table, Amatsu slipped his gift to Fuji in his hands, and then when their hands linked, gripping each other tightly and squeezing for support, she felt it slip back into her left hand, where it belonged. She knew what it was, without looking into her closed palm. She knew she now held her engagement ring once again, and for some reason she could not bring herself to release it.

The teacher reached the front of the class and told the test-takers to begin. Fuji and Amatsu released hands, and Fuji easily slipped the ring onto her ring finger, with little trouble, and began her test, Amatsu by her side.

~*~

“Are you still in love with him?” Devilin asked, looking down at Fuji’s ring finger once more. It was dark, they were trapped within their hotel room, and Fuji was exhausted. All she wanted to do was fall upon the bed and sleep, but instead Devilin was asking her questions she was not ready to answer.

“He meant it as a good luck charm,” she insisted to him. “Devilin, he and I ended things, a while ago. I do not think we can get that back again.”

“But you don’t know.”

Fuji ignored Devilin and went into the bathroom to change. She did not want to talk about this any longer. She was tired of arguing over a point that could not really be argued over. Devilin knew she had been in love with Amatsu, Devilin was the one that pushed for them to have more of a relationship, and Devilin was the one who insisted on coming with her, to support her. Now she felt guilty. She threw open the bathroom door and was surprised to see Devilin right at the door waiting for her. He reached in through the door and pulled her out of the bathroom, pushing their bodies together and warming her lips with his.

“I’m sorry,” he apologized, and she had no idea why he was the one apologizing, but if he kept apologizing the way he was she would allow him to. He had his lips all over her, tracing down her neck, suckling at the hollow in her throat. He pushed her into the wall, forcibly but not painfully, and began lifting the skirt she had worn all day around her waist.

At first Fuji found herself wanting Devilin. As he unzipped his pants and pulled down her panties she wanted it more than anything, as he laid her on the bed and scooted between her knees she needed him so much she was burning with the heat, and when he was inside of her she found herself wrapping around him, as she does when they make love, and clinging to him, needing it. It was halfway through, when she was in the midst of the throes of passion, climaxing and screaming out, her head half hanging off the bed as he pounded her in the perfect way that felt right then, but always left her sore in the morning, her mind suddenly flashed to Amatsu.

Her mind did not wander long on Amatsu, and for some reason she would feel guilty later. While with Devilin the devil’s spawn seemed to have a way of making Fuji forget everything but the feel of him around her body. But, her mind did wander, and she found herself wondering about the man she let escape, the man who had given her the ring she had discarded back, the man who had saved her twice.

Devilin thrusted further inside of her and Fuji’s mind went blank except for the white wash of the heat that went down to her toes, and she was holding his arms as he pounded her further into the bed, both of them coming together, Fuji’s toes nearly in the air as he made love to her, her head thrown back and her face sweaty.

In the room beside them Amatsu heard every little heavy breath they took, but he had also heard the argument. His jealousy was contaminating the pits of his stomach, but his desire to win was much stronger.