Two and a half years later.
— Hikigaya, when I said you could come over anytime, I meant that you, as a sensible person, would warn me of your arrival in advance!
Despite her words, Hiratsuka stepped aside from the doorway, allowing me to enter the hall, where I immediately tossed my pre-removed jacket onto the coat rack hook.
— Just look at this audacity! — Shizuka loudly exhaled through her nose, letting out a cloud of smoke. — At least ask for permission now!
— Sensei, — putting the package on the floor, I wrapped the woman in a hug, ignoring her muffled yelp. — I'm very happy to see you too.
The teacher, to her credit, quickly oriented herself and strongly stepped on my foot, forcing me to release her.
— Are you an idiot? I have a cigarette in my hand! Don't you care about yourself at all? — Noticing my wrinkled shirt, the woman snorted and put out the butt against the bottom of the ashtray sitting on the top shelf of the shoe rack.
Funny fact: if you look around, you can find about six of them scattered in the most unexpected places in her apartment.
— The long separation from you has deepened my suicidal tendencies. Please take responsibility for this, — having taken off my shoes, I picked up the "present" and handed it to Shizuka.
Rolling her eyes at my remark, she still carefully examined the contents of the package and raised an eyebrow in surprise.
— I will, don't worry. I'll personally write the obituary and make sure everyone knows what my former student was all about. However... — she pulled out a can of imported beer that I managed to get through a contact. — I take back my words. As long as you bring things like this, I need you alive.
— Only two months have passed since our last meeting, and our relationship has already descended to such a base and mercenary level, — I clicked my tongue, wiping away an invisible tear. — What if I came to you seeking salvation and comfort in the wise counsel of a life-experienced person, and you...
— Yes, yes, — Hiratsuka waved her hand dismissively, giving me a spiteful look. — I can see by your face how terribly you're suffering and worrying. Fine, I can't exactly kick you out, since you're here.
Sensei, I've already taken off my shoes.
Although, purely nominally, she was right—permission was still necessary.
— I am infinitely grateful. You saved me from the fate of spending this frosty night on a park bench, — following the woman, I entered the living room.
And, unable to restrain myself, I laughed softly, catching sight of the familiar scene.
— What? I wasn't expecting guests, — Shizuka mumbled, slightly embarrassed, kicking a couple of empty beer cans out of the way with her foot.
— Am I objecting? — I was completely sincere, by the way. — If it were clean here, I would be filled with suspicion.
— Hikigaya, I see you've completely lost the last vestiges of your self-preservation instinct in your Tokyo, — Hiratsuka narrowed her eyes, forcefully placing the bag on the table next to the sofa.
After first shoving an empty pizza box off it.
— Was my admiration for your principled stance on cleanliness misinterpreted as an insult? — Feigning surprise, I placed my hand over my heart. — In that case, I offer my deepest apologies.
I added a semblance of a bow for good measure.
— Hikigaya... — Shizuka shook her head.
We looked at each other and, about thirty seconds later, burst out laughing together.
— Just fall down somewhere, — Hiratsuka waited for me to sit on the sofa, looked around, and headed to the kitchen, from where her shout immediately followed: — Do you want the Pan-san glass or the regular one?
— Do I look like a normal person? — I loudly inquired in response.
— Logical!
Smiling, I leaned back, finally exhaling fully.
No matter how many years pass, I still can't stand traveling anywhere.
And what the hell possessed me to enroll in Tokyo? Every time I want to return home, I have to spend time on an activity I hate. It's not that it takes a long time—the distance is about forty kilometers—but the mere necessity of using public transport is more than enough.
I should think about getting a driver's license. Of course, I'd need to buy a car for that, which means additional maintenance costs, but the ability to move freely outweighs that negative.
In addition, I would no longer be in a situation where I, in a rush, barely manage to scramble to the station just to avoid missing my connection.
As happened this time.
...Speaking of which, I still hadn't warned Komachi that I was coming today. She's only expecting me for the weekend. My mistake.
In my defense, I can only say that I didn't expect the professor to get sick, resulting in a decent gap of a couple of free days. However, I have my doubts about Tsugimoto's sudden "illness." Given that guy's personality, he probably faked a sick leave and is now enjoying the extra days off. I would do the same in his place—it's New Year's Eve, after all.
— Alright, — returning, Hiratsuka put two beer glasses with the familiar panda design heavily onto the table. — Let's begin.
The woman pulled a couple of cans from the bag, skillfully opened them, and poured the contents into the vessels.
— Since when did you stop chugging your favorite drink straight from the can? — I smirked, taking my portion.
— You need to visit more often, then you'll know, — Shizuka winked and, sitting down next to me, nudged me in the side. — Come on, Hikigaya, share the details. How's adult life?
Taking a sip, I shrugged, involuntarily glancing at Sensei's legs, which were perfectly visible due to her short shorts. I wonder if she works out purposefully, or if nature gifted her so generously?
And, as if to mock me, the woman was wearing a tight blue tank top—judging by the lack of a silhouette, she wasn't wearing a bra, but she's at home, so why would she need one?—because of which...
Let's just say, there was discomfort. Fortunately, my years of cultivated composure allowed me not to show it.
— Nothing interesting. Studying, dormitory, homework, sleep, and repeat, — forcing myself to look away, I sighed. — I'm thinking of finding a part-time job next semester.
— Doing what? — Hiratsuka leaned forward, trying to make eye contact with me, as if unaware of the effect she was having.
— Hard to say, — I swirled the glass. — Something not related to the need for constant social interactions. Ideally, something at an IT company, so I can start accumulating professional experience right away. However, given the number of competitors...
I grimaced and took another drink.
Of course, my scholarship covers all my basic needs, so money isn't strictly necessary, but if I want something extra, I'll have to endure some stress.
— I would suggest a place if I were familiar with your field, — the teacher smiled apologetically.
— Don't worry about it, — I waved it off. — The last thing I want right now is to fall into gloom over my future prospects, so maybe we can talk about something else?
— No problem, — she agreed a little too easily, and her mischievous smile did not inspire trust. — Then... how's your love life?
— And why do you ask? — Without letting her answer, I gasped dramatically: — Are you finally ready to accept my feelings?!
— Dream on, — Shizuka scoffed, draining her beer in one gulp and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand in a decidedly unladylike manner.
— So, I have absolutely no chance of winning your affection?
I expected an ironic refusal, but to my surprise, Hiratsuka put the glass aside and provocatively leaned closer, running her index finger along my chest.
— Are you ready to take responsibility? — I could feel her hot breath, carrying a faint scent of hops.
She's probably just teasing me.
And yet...
— I am ready, — I leaned in response, boldly placing my palm on her thigh and staring defiantly into her eyes.
Will she tell me off or laugh?
— You'd better watch out; no one forced you to say that...
***
Despite all my bravado, during the kiss, I realized one simple thing: practice—damn it!—truly matters.
I mean, I knew I should react as is common among many authors who describe bedroom scenes in their works: "deepen the kiss in response" or "abruptly grab her waist and pin her down," "slide the tongue in," there were options galore.
However, instead of all that, I simply enjoyed Sensei's soft, slightly rough lips.
If only the cigarette aftertaste would disappear for complete happiness...
Slowly pulling away from me, Hiratsuka let out a barely perceptible exhale, still resting her palm on my chest, then looked carefully into my eyes, as if trying to find something in them.
After a few seconds, the woman clicked her tongue.
— Hikigaya, for decency's sake, stop sitting there with that solemn look on your face and react somehow, — poorly concealed disappointment flickered in her voice.
— Forgive me, Sensei, unfortunately, my facial expressions are barely developed, which is why I cannot convey the entire spectrum of emotions I am experiencing right now, — someday, my habit of answering every question sarcastically will backfire on me.
— And what exactly are you feeling? — Shizuka, removing her hand, reached for a new can of beer.
But she didn't remove my palm from her thigh. That's a good sign.
By the way, her skin feels very pleasant to the touch, smooth.
Out of curiosity, I ran my fingertips from the edge of her shorts to her kneecap and back, causing Hiratsuka to slightly tremble. But, again, there was no rejection from her side.
— Honestly? I don't know myself, — I drawled, continuing the slow and unhurried exploration of the teacher's thigh. It seems soft on the outside, but if I press lightly, I can feel developed muscles. And, generally speaking, to be objective, despite her love for beer and idleness, Sensei maintained excellent shape.
— What do you mean? — She hooked her finger under the tab of the aluminum can, but after a moment's thought, put the beer back on the table. — Trembling, excitement, or... arousal? However...
The woman glanced down at her own legs, which I continued to shamelessly fondle.
— You clearly don't have a problem with the last one.
— Do you have something against it? — I raised an eyebrow.
Shizuka sighed softly.
— No, go on, entertain yourself, — with these words, she leaned back against the sofa, closing her eyes. — Why do things never happen for me the way they are supposed to?
I responded to her mumbling with a brief smirk.
— How are they supposed to?
The teacher shrugged.
— I imagined you attacking me, pinning me to the sofa, and, ignoring my feeble attempts to fight back, taking me right here.
Blinking a couple of times, I mentally replayed that possible sequence of events.
— Sensei, — I scratched the back of my head. — We are not characters in a typical hentai. Much to my regret, I overthink things at the most inappropriate moments to act the way you described.
— Even with my full consent? — Hiratsuka peered at me with a strange expression, opening one eye slightly.
— It's too atypical, — I chuckled. — I guess I really don't fit the stereotype of a standard young guy overflowing with hormones.
— Did you have doubts about that? — Shizuka inquired with a hint of malice, then added much more calmly: — Snap out of it, Hikigaya, a woman is sitting in front of you, clearly stating her intentions, yet instead of doing something, you continue to hold an abstract conversation. Or are you not considering me as your partner? In that case, you'd better tell me now; I've had enough painful experiences in life.
Do I consider her as a partner?
Definitely.
Am I experiencing wild lust right now that overpowers all logic?
No.
Do I want to go further?
I looked over Hiratsuka.
Beautiful facial features, long dark hair. The tight t-shirt favorably emphasizes her quite ample chest and slender waist. Long, straight legs.
Would any sensible person refuse such an offer? Especially being a young twenty-year-old guy whose only sexual experience in life has been wet dreams? Well, more accurately—all romantic experience in general.
The answer is obvious.
Accordingly, the next question arises: what is my problem?
— Hikigaya, damn you, — Hiratsuka sighed in disappointment, rubbing her forehead, and stood up. — You're unbearable!
...I think I just missed my chance to fulfill some old fantasies.
— Come with me, — however, instead of kicking me out, Shizuka grabbed my hand and pulled me off the sofa, forcing me to stand up.
— Wh...
— Don't ask questions, — the woman cut me off and, throwing open the bedroom door, pushed me inside, following me and closing the door.
— Sensei... — I opened my mouth again to clarify the situation, which was becoming more confusing by the second, but the woman, annoyedly clicking her tongue, put a finger to my lips.
— Hikigaya, listen to me carefully, — she rose up on her tiptoes and leaned in close, her breath hot on my lips. — Now, you turn off your brain, stop reflecting on everything, and start acting.
After her words, she turned around and, walking to the bed, lay down on her back, placing her arms by her sides.
Umm...
Life definitely didn't prepare me for this.
So what should I do now?
Theoretically...
Wait, Shizuka said I need to stop cluttering my head with thoughts.
That's a unique task, and unfortunately, I don't have a ready-made solution.
So, I'll have to play it by ear.
Taking a deep breath, I slowly approached the bed.
Hiratsuka remained motionless, watching my actions. My gaze involuntarily rested on her slowly rising and falling chest, which I sometimes dreamt about back in school. I won't lie; during summer camp, when I saw Sensei in a swimsuit, she left an indelible impression on my memory.
— Can I do anything I want? — I asked just in case, noticing with surprise that my fingers were trembling nervously.
Shizuka rolled her eyes.
— Yes, Hikigaya, I'm telling you for the second time—listen to your damn hormones!
A funny instruction, considering I had been diligently ignoring them for the past few years.
— Look, — I couldn't help but smirk. — No one forced you to say that.
— Enough talk, — the woman snorted, only to flinch slightly as I climbed onto the bed, placing my hands on either side of her head. — Wow, did I finally get what I was waiting for?
Ignoring her taunts, I closed my eyes for a moment and, gathering my strength, leaned down, awkwardly kissing her on the lips.
The scent of cigarettes had faded since the last time, leaving only a slightly bitter taste of alcohol and something salty. In addition to everything else, being the "leader," I had the opportunity to take my time.
Lightly nibbling on Hiratsuka's upper lip, I slowly ran my tongue along her lower one, feeling incredibly strange and foolish. However, a deep inhale from the woman and the rustle of the compressed blanket hinted that I was moving in the right direction.
Propping myself up on my right forearm, I used the fingers of my left hand to touch Sensei's cheek, cupping it and stroking it in circular motions. Shizuka closed her eyes and slightly parted her mouth, touching my teeth with her tongue.
Understanding her hint, I did the same, instantly tensing up as I felt the unfamiliar taste of another's saliva. And the strangest thing was that it didn't cause disgust; on the contrary, it spurred the mounting arousal.
Leaning a knee onto the bed for comfort, I broke the kiss and, obeying my instincts, traced my lips along her jawline, gradually moving lower.
— You're doing well, Hikigaya, — the woman whispered, tilting her head, thereby giving me access to her neck.
— I hope I get a good grade after the lesson, — with that, I lightly bit the temptingly pulsing vein.
— Then try hard; I'm a very demanding teacher... — Shizuka replied breathlessly.
— And if I fail?
A short silence.
— I'll keep you after school, — came the muffled answer.
I froze and pushed myself up on my extended arm, looking at Sensei's face.
Just as I thought: someone is having a hard time holding back a laugh.
— Really? In the corner? On rice grains? — a smile involuntarily spread across my lips.
— Stop it, — Shizuka groaned, occasionally breaking into chuckles. — I just said the first thing that came to mind.
— You should have just kept silent, — I snorted, feeling the initial tension gradually subside. Whether it was the fact that Hiratsuka approved of all my attempts at "exploration" or her silly answer—the main thing was that I was finally beginning to feel something akin to confidence.
— Yes, yes, I understand, we'll save the "thematic" conversations for later, — calming down, the woman took a deep breath. — By the way, are you planning to continue? Or is this all the steam you have left?
Thanks to the streetlights shining through the window, the room was shrouded in twilight, but even in it, I noticed that Shizuka was slightly flushed.
Does she really want satisfaction that badly? Or is she truly attracted specifically to me?
However... I don't care.
Lowering my hand, I hooked my fingers under the edges of her t-shirt and slightly lifted it, exposing her pale stomach. Pausing for a moment, I traced the line of her noticeable abs with my thumb pad, catching myself on an irrational and insane thought. No, I'm definitely not going to do that!
...Although, this is precisely the kind of behavior Sensei expects from me, right? Then why restrain myself.
Getting comfortable, I leaned down to her waist and, drowning out the waves of embarrassment, licked the patch of skin where the outlines of her ribs occasionally showed through.
— H-Hikigaya, you...! — Unable to control herself, Shizuka grabbed my hair, as if resisting the decision she had made.
Ignoring Sensei's actions, I shifted to the side and, kissing the area above her navel, used my nose to lift the t-shirt even higher, exposing the lower part of her breasts. Automatically swallowing and licking my dry lips, I reached up and lightly bit her.
The grip of her fingers on my hair loosened, which I barely noticed, engrossed in the slow and systematic exploration of the spot my gaze so often fell upon. Slowly, centimeter by centimeter, fighting the mounting desire to simply pull off the interfering fabric and gain access to everything at once.
— Sadist... — Shizuka was breathing rapidly.
— Guilty as charged, — I didn't deny it, noticing that the edge of her shirt caught on the small protruding bumps on Sensei's chest.
Unable to stretch out the moment any longer, I pulled the fabric up in one motion, revealing the woman's excited nipples, surrounded by dark crimson areolas.
— Damn... — at that very moment, my much-vaunted self-control probably abandoned me completely.
Hiratsuka arched slightly and hissed something inarticulate as my lips closed around her left nipple. Completely disconnected from the outside world, I slowly traced it with my tongue, sucked it in, and bit it softly, while my fingers gently squeezed and lifted Shizuka's breast. Then I switched to the other one, repeating the same actions.
A barely perceptible pungent scent of sweat, salty skin, leaving a strange aftertaste in my mouth.
Having had my fill of playing with her breasts, kissing the inner cleavage one last time, I rose on my hands again, looking at Shizuka's face, who had finally let go of my hair.
The woman was breathing heavily, licking her swollen lips, and looking at me in a way that intensified the tightness in my pants even more, bordering on slight pain.
— Was that okay? — I inquired hoarsely.
Instead of answering, Hiratsuka grabbed my shoulders and pulled me towards her, planting another greedy kiss on my lips, trying to unbutton my shirt on the fly. Deciding not to help her, I propped myself up with one hand just above her head, returning my free palm to her breast and squeezing it, occasionally pinching the nipple between my fingers.
Finally unbuttoning the shirt, Shizuka raked her nails across my torso, slowly descending to my abs, making me arch slightly towards her. However, the process stopped when she encountered the belt of my jeans.
With a deft movement, she unbuckled it and, without wasting time, slid her palm under the fabric of my shorts, immediately wrapping her cool fingers around my aroused penis, causing me to involuntarily exhale through tightly clenched teeth, pressing my forehead into the blanket near her head.
— A decent size, — Hiratsuka whispered in my ear, moving her hand up and down in slow strokes, occasionally running her finger over the head, spreading the pre-ejaculate that had emerged.
— I'm glad... it suits you, — I swallowed, stifling the groan that escaped, and instinctively thrusting towards her hand, realizing that I had completely lost all initiative.
— Absolutely everything about you suits me, — with her free hand, she grabbed my palm and guided it towards her shorts. Taking the hint correctly, I somehow unbuttoned the button on them and pulled them down as far as possible along with her panties, thankfully Shizuka helped me by kicking them off completely with a movement of her leg.
Sensei groaned faintly, arching her back as I found her crotch and, while I was at it, spread the wet walls, pressing my thumb onto her swollen clitoris, and penetrating her hot, wet core with my index finger, starting to slowly move in and out. Each movement was accompanied by a distinct squelching sound, often interrupted by Hiratsuka's moans.
At one point, she caught my palm, breathing heavily. Meeting her gaze, I slid off the bed without a word, frantically shedding my pants, while Hiratsuka, completely naked, looked at me with glistening eyes and a parted mouth.
— I don't have a condom, — I blurted out the last sane thought flickering in the back of my mind, realizing how pathetic my voice sounded.
— I don't care! — Shizuka practically spat, spreading her legs apart and using her fingers to open the walls of her juices-leaking pussy. — I've been waiting two years for this.
— Really? — Realizing I had already preemptively lost, I positioned the head of my shaft at the entrance of her vagina.
— What do you think, you idiot? — Hiratsuka lifted herself up, wrapping her arms around my neck, and passionately kissed me, pulling me closer.
Simultaneously, I thrust my hips forward all the way, causing Shizuka to moan into my mouth, arch her back at the waist, and dig her nails into my shoulders.
The walls of her already tight core squeezed around my penis with incredible force.
— Don't move... — the woman whispered, still trembling.
After about ten seconds, she relaxed a little and, cupping my cheeks with her palms, kissed me again, but much more gently, looking into my eyes with a hazy gaze.
— Go on, — granted permission, I finally began to move, driving my shaft deeper and deeper with each thrust.
— Yes... ah... yes!... — Hiratsuka threw her head back, her mouth open, moaning in time with every pump.
Despite the impulse to surrender to instinct, fiercely pounding inside, I worked slowly, deliberately, overcoming the pressure of her pussy, which was trying to dry me out with every friction, watching Hiratsuka in fascination.
The teacher, quietly sobbing, clung to my shoulders like a life raft, instinctively moving her hips in rhythm and muttering something incoherent.
The sight alone of her usually proud and mocking face contorted into a grimace of lust was enough to ignite a desire within me to drive my shaft all the way, pressing against her cervix and finally releasing everything that had built up during this time.
— H... Hachiman... — her fragmented, aroused whisper only intensified this drive. It was the first time she had called me by my first name, and it happened precisely when I was methodically trying to stretch her tight pussy with my shaft.
Gritting my teeth, I fell onto my side and, lifting Shizuka's leg onto myself, accelerated the pace. The woman, not having time to fully orient herself to the change in position, cried out and strongly pressed my head into her heaving chest. I didn't hesitate to take advantage of the opportunity, sinking my lips onto her invitingly erect nipple, beginning to torment it with my teeth and tongue. And the harder and rougher I did it, the louder and more strained her moans became.
So, she likes it rougher?
Continuing to hold her raised leg, I ran my free palm over her stomach and, moving lower, found the swollen mound, which I immediately squeezed hard with my fingers.
At that very moment, the walls of her vagina clenched with such force that I resisted coming purely through sheer will. Overcoming the sudden "resistance," I ignored her sobs and the stinging pain from her nails, which were practically tearing the skin from my back, slowly regaining the lost tempo and accelerating more and more, not forgetting to simultaneously attack her breast with my mouth and massage her clitoris with my fingers.
Gradually, fighting the desire to come became increasingly difficult.
I knew I needed to pull out and finish with my hand, avoiding the risk of unwanted consequences. However, the warm and wet core, my name, which she whispered almost tearfully like a mantra, and the very fact that Sensei was moving towards me with all her might, wanting to impale herself as deep as possible, literally begged me to fill her to the brim, ignoring all rational factors.
— Hachiman... — Pulling away from her breast, I raised myself up, looking at her face.
Her unfocused gaze finally settled on my eyes, after which Hiratsuka, her tongue stumbling as if she were drunk, whimpered:
— Hachiman... I love you! — she kissed me clumsily, cupping my cheeks with trembling fingers.
...To hell with it all.
Kissing her back, I simultaneously grabbed Shizuka's firm buttocks and, spreading her cheeks, thrust my shaft in with all my strength, stopping my restraint and filling her with my seed.
***
— Listen, Hachiman...
Hiratsuka, resting her head on my chest, traced a finger along my ab line.
— Yes, Sensei? — After the events of the last hour, all I wanted was to lie there and stare blankly at the ceiling, enjoying the pleasant fatigue in my body.
— Shizuka, — the woman grumbled, threateningly grasping my side with her fingertips and squeezing lightly. — I stopped being your "Sensei" two years ago.
— Two hours ago that didn't bother yo... you, — I corrected myself just in time, feeling the grip tighten the moment I used the familiar respectful address.
— Are you making fun of me? — Shizuka squinted.
Involuntarily smirking, I put my arm around her shoulder, exhaling loudly through my nose.
— Only a little bit.
— You're an idiot, Hachiman, — Hiratsuka snorted, finding the blanket with her hand and pulling it over us.
— I won't argue. By the way, Sen... Shizuka, — damn, I'll need to get used to this. — What did you want to ask?
The woman, settling in comfortably, closed her eyes.
— Shizu-u-u-ka, — I poked her on the top of her head, stifling a laugh.
— Nothing now, — the woman shook her head, causing her long hair to fan out across my chest.
— But seriously? — I automatically continued to pry.
— I told you, nothing, — Sensei grumbled. — Just shut up and sleep. I don't know about you, but I'm completely exhausted.
With those words, she snuggled closer, boldly throwing a leg over me and wrapping her arms around my torso.
Laughing to myself, I leaned back on the pillow, studying the ceiling with a sleepy gaze, then, giving up, decided to follow the example of my...
Girlfriend? Partner? Beloved?
...It doesn't matter, though.
Time will tell what our relationship will ultimately lead to.
Although, it wouldn't hurt to check the price of engagement rings in my free time.
You know... just out of curiosity...