Azumanga Daioh Fan Fiction ❯ Azumanga Daioh! Lemon Edition ❯ Stumble ( Chapter 1 )

 

Stumble

 

By Andrew J. Talon

 

Author Notes: My first true lemon fanfic. (shrug) Hope you enjoy.

 

And yes, the progression from third-person to first-person is intentional.

 

Disclaimer: Azumanga Daioh is not mine, and I am not writing this story for profit of any kind.

 

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It was probably our personalities that did it, I would later reflect. Her spacey mannerisms, grim and foreboding statements out of the blue. My dreamy silences and hopeful ideals, scattered out above me and everyone else.

 

She laughed when I told her this and, in a moment of profound irony, commented that I needed to be more focused. I got her back for that, tickling her within an inch of her life before we progressed to far more interesting activities.

 

The girl's locker room was empty this time of day… She pushed him against the locker and giggled as they kissed, neither quite in control, or submissive, hands running over eachother's bodies.

 

I will always have an endless fascination with her lips and chest. She has a small bust, no doubt, but I feel that anything larger than a handful is a waste anyway. She told me that no man wasted a nice, large breast. I in turn replied I felt her tits were just fine for what they did. She smirked that naughty, semi-vacant smile of hers and challenged me to prove it.

 

“Aah… Ahh…” He groaned with her, as she pressed her small breasts around his penis, he thrusting in the warm, soft space, feeling her hot lips and tongue bathing his crown every time he bottomed out. His zipper was undone and her bra and blouse off, but they didn't risk stripping further here-The school was unpredictable.

 

In class, she is always her dreamy, space cadet self and we've both agreed to keep it “confidential”. For now, anyway. And it suits me just fine. I want no one else to visualize her soft lips around my cock, or her hair bunched up in my fingers, or how her eyes bulge out just before she orgasms, crying out into my mouth.

 

“Harder,” she commands, her skirt down at her ankles as she bends over the locker room bench. He responds physically, out of habit suppressing his groans of pleasure as he slide into her tight pussy, clutching at him in wet, warm, wonderful ways. She hisses and giggles a bit, as she pushes back against him. He's coherent enough to muse that this is probably the only part they're both perfectly synchronized, thrusting back and forth, the heat building, her soft cries and giggles punctuated by all sorts of blush-inducing squishing sounds…

 

“Love?” She asked, her Kansai accent adorably coloring her words. She sat next to me on the rooftop, where we had been watching clouds go by. I look at her curiously.

 

“What about it?”

 

She shrugs.

 

“Do you? Love me?”

 

I blink. I guess I'd never really given it much thought before. The sex just kind of happened… As random as anything else coming out of her mouth.

 

“I don't know,” I answered honestly. She smiled.

 

“Love is supposed to be like a chain,” she began. “A warm, fluffy chain. Connected between us. Though it weighs us down, it also lifts us up…”

 

“Always a riddle,” I commented quietly. She smiles at me. She always does enjoy those little philosophical statements I'm always blurting out. Just as I find even the strangest tangents of hers fascinating, holding a truth that's just out of reach.

 

“Riddles are life. I'm just expressing it in new riddles,” she purrs in a tone you'd never expect to hear from a girl so young. I smile back at her, almost a leer, as I pull her close and nuzzle her neck, sucking lightly on the one spot I know that makes her sigh.

 

“… Do you think I should get pigtails?”

 

I grin and laugh quietly against her neck.

 

“Why? Do you think you need handle bars?” I tease back. She smiles in a way I can feel through her skin.

 

“Do you want them?”

 

She's cum twice now, the juices leaking copiously out of her swollen sex. And still, he can't get off. He grunts and pounds her even harder, rubbing her clit and squeezing her hips in closer. She laughs in bliss as she cums once more, and finally he feels the heat bubble inside him burst. He muffles a groan in her back, pulling out just in time and splattering semen in her panties. She finally collapses, him on top of her, but maintaining enough sense to avoid crushing her. She sighs and turns her head, looking at him.

 

“Forgot the condoms?”

 

He shrugged tiredly, her warmth and the after glow dulling his mind.

 

“Butterfly.”

 

She nodded sagely.

 

“Maybe we should write a shopping list…”

 

What exactly are the chances that two people with ADD will find eachother like this?

 

Probably a whole lot better than any mathematician could predict.

 

Osaka and I stumble a lot-In school, relationships, and literally-And it seems we've stumbled into eachother. But we don't really mind. What I forget, she usually remembers, and visa versa. The concept of soulmates is lost on us both, but Osaka allows the idea in conversation. That is, when she's not humping my brains out. Miss Yukari, our homeroom teacher, would probably comment “It's always the quiet ones”. And it's true. She can't get enough sex. And I find it hard to decline.

 

We don't really date, like going out to movies or cherry blossom picnics. As I said about stumbling, we seem to have skipped a few steps in there somewhere. We started with sex… We've progressed to hanging out with eachother in public more often. Eventually we'll probably ask eachother out to a meal… Or maybe propose marriage. Never in the right order, do we do things.

 

It's crazy to some people. To Osaka and me, it's normal.

 

Or maybe it's love.

 

Like I said… We're stumbling. But in a good way.

 

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Osaka/unnamed original character. Seem appropriate to have him also be a bit “weird”, and ADD (which hasn't been confirmed in the manga or anime, but Osaka could easily qualify). If you guys like it, I'll write one with another Azumanga girl, with another original, unnamed male character (as I'm not doing one with Kimura. Hell no).

 

But all the same, if you liked it, R&R! If you didn't… Please R&R and tell me what to do better. Thanks!