The two of you had stayed locked together for far too long, too long to do everything you wanted to do, too long to go anywhere you wanted to go.
once you had disengaged yourselves from one another, you look away embarrassed and with a slightly horrific realisation... people had stopped and were staring at the two of you. Your face burns hot with embarrassment, the arousal of being in her arms has faded...mostly.
"We should get going for real," Akane says quietly, her large innocent pink eyes baring into you lovingly, her hands still firmly planted on your chest. Your neck muscles flex in a nervous nod, hair shifting slightly from the vigorous nature of the movement.
Smiling cutely she takes your hand, her fingers intertwining themselves with yours, the soft heat of her palm presses against yours like the comforting heat of a heating pad. the softness of the heat and her skin causes your blush to switch from embarrassment to arousal as she starts her excited dash out of the front gates. She full on sprints, her small frame surprisingly deceptive as she barrels along the path, dragging you with her, away from the prying eyes of the university.
About half a block away, your legs start to burn, calves screaming for oxygen as Akane pulls you along with the strength of at least two men. "How is she so strong," you think to yourself as you stumble, almost fall and are forced to leap in order to regain balance.
"Slow down Akane!" You half yell, throat and lungs working frantically to gulp back air, hoping to recover from the injection of lactic acid your muscles have deposited into your blood stream. Akane's head whips around, her hair brushing violently across your face in a stinging arch.
Seeing your reaction Akane slows, eyes going big, pupils blown wide with worry, "I'm sorry, are you okay?" she asks, guilt laces her voice. your neck muscles flex in another nod, mouth gasping like a fish out of water. You consume the air in quick heaving breaths, panting furiously from the heat and the sudden exertion of a full on sprint.
Sweat trickles down your spine in slow, infuriating streams, causing fabric to cling to your skin tighter than Akane had earlier, the hot liquid sliding unpleasantly across your skin. Sweat dripping uncomfortably down your face, pooling in the crease of your lip. "Didn't know you could run like that," you huff bending double, hands gripping your knees as you continue to take in an obscene amount amount of air.
Akane smiles both shyly and apologetically, her mouth becoming a mid size bashful crescent that sends shiver through your heart that's already beating too fast from sprinting. "I'm so sorryyyyy," she apologises profusely, bowing slightly.
You laugh despite yourself, chest heaving with weak chuckles as you continue panting. The sound is rich and unfamiliar, you can't remember the last time you laughed so hard.
The sound, despite its weakness, bounces off of the walls. Akane's face brightens up more, her guilty expression slowly receding to be replaced by her usual shy and cute self, she blushes furiously and punches your arm both tentatively and playfully. "D don't laugh at me," she huffs cutely, cheeks puffing out in a mock pout that makes her seem even cuter.
"We should get going before everywhere fun is closed," you say, breathlessly and laughing harder at her cute expression. She nods and latches onto your arm again as you straighten up, holding in your continued laughter until it dies down completely.
The heat of her body presses into you, she leans in closer, wiggling until you feel something envelop your arm. Your eyes are drawn to the sudden warmth, her breasts are sandwiching your arm like in one of those slightly(?) inappropriate rom com animes you watched when you were younger. The soft warmth feels good against your skin, the plump flesh of her cleavage pressing into your arm suggestively, making your blood rush between your legs in a sudden extreme burst of arousal. "Hmm whats the matter?" Akane asks, bouncing slightly, causing her hot meaty breasts to rub suggestively up and down your arm. Her voice sounds almost teasing, does she know the effect her actions are having on you? Does she know that there is a thick uncomfortable and insistent hot throb between your legs because of the way she's clinging to you?
The small knowing smile tells it all, "your doing this on purpose huh?" You confront her playfully, not moving to adjust her hold. You simply reach down your pants inconspicuously and adjust your impressive member to fit more comfortably while at the same time trying to make it blend in with the crease of your trousers. She giggles cutely, looking into your eyes with her pink spheres of almost lustful cuteness. "Maybe..." her voice is small, suggestive, teasing and impossibly sexy, making your buddy throb with dangerous intent.
You swallow hard, forcing all impure thoughts out, or at least trying to, but the constant heat of your sandwiched arm make it increasingly difficult to focus on chaste and pure thoughts. Her devious smirk disappears as her innocent expression returns, "come on, lets go," she tugs on your arm, boobs pressing against your arm as she tugs you in her desired direction, "I made a dinner reservation for us," she says, tugging you more insistently towards the main tourist spot in the city, a large shopping district made up of shops, malls and fancy restaurants along with a fairground that is only open during the summer.
You resist for a while, wanting to feel the flesh of her chest press and pull hotly against you before you eventually start moving, allowing her to lead you onwards to her desired destination, towards the restaurant and the main event of your first ever university date.
Heart pounding, buddy throbbing and eyes struggling not to be drawn in towards her soft eclipse of flesh that currently encases your arm so sexily, her body heat making you feel even more excited and restless almost needy.
Your day has already been filled with intimacy, your brain floods with euphoric thoughts at what could happen for the remaining duration of the date.