Digimon Fan Fiction ❯ Fun at the Storage Room ❯ Fun at the Storage Room ( Chapter 1 )

 

 

It was middle of the afternoon at Odaiba. As the sun went on with it's trajectory to complete that summer day, the young purple haired Chosen, Miyako Inoue, rushed to arrive at her house as soon as she could.

 

It was in times like these that she hated her parents for making her join in the school's volleyball team!

 

As much she agreed with them that she needed to practice a sportive activity to ensure her health, Miyako simply hated how her body got all sweaty and hurt (in places that she didn't even knew that could be hurt) after a two hours training in a hot day like that. All she wanted now was go home and get a well-deserved rest.

 

Luckily, it didn't take long for her to arrive at her apartment block, and finally reach and cross her house's door.

 

“I'm home!” she said, announcing her arrival to anyone who might be at home right now.

 

“Welcome home!” three familiar voices replied. Walking inside the apartment, one of her suspicious about the voices' owners was proven correct when she saw her digimon partner, Hawkmon, eating at the kitchen. It took a while, but her family finally got used to the big-bird presence and vice-versa.

 

Meanwhile, on the living room, her parents were sitting on the sofa with several papers spread on the floor and table right in front of them. Just then, she remembered that the time of the month when they had to do the shop's accountings have finally arrived. That meant that her mother and father would stay up through the night doing paperwork while one of their children would work on the convenience store until closing time. Luckily for Miyako, it wasn't her turn.

 

“Man, what a day!” commented the long haired girl. “I think that I'm just going to take a bath and...”

 

“Oh, Miyako-chan,” her mother called. “Before you start doing anything, could you please go check on the shop? It seems that our new assistant needs a hand over there.”

 

“But mom! I just got home and am all tired and sweaty. Can't you ask Mantarou-niisan to do it? It's his turn to take care of the store!”

 

“Your brother won't be home until late this night. Besides, he is your friend, not Mantarou's.”

 

“Argh! Ok, I will go,” Miyako said angrily. She threw her schoolbags inside of her room and quickly went outside, slamming the door on her way out.

 

“For someone who is supposed to be `all tired and sweaty' she surely has a lot of energy,” Mr. Inoue commented.

 

“She got that from you.” Then a loud crack was heard coming from the kitchen. Mrs. Inoue sighed before saying “Seems like the bird broke another glass.”

 

“I keep saying to him that you need thumbs to hold those things properly…” her husband said depressed.

 

 

*****

 

 

Still fuming, Miyako got out of the apartment building and went to the corner of the street where the Inoue`s shop was located. As she approached the store's entrance, the lavender-haired teen stopped and did the best to calm down. From all people, she did not want him to see her grumpy side.

 

The young Inoue also took some time to check on her looks. With her long purple hair tied in a ponytail on the back of her head, her face was left completely uncovered and her neck exposed in a very inviting way. Her PE uniform was made of a white T-shirt - which seemed to be a couple of sizes smaller than Miyako's own - and a pair of skin-tight navy blue spandex shorts. The exposed skin of her arms and legs was glittering thanks to the thin layer of sweat covering it.

 

Satisfied with her appearance, Miyako resumed her path to the store. She crossed the automatic door in a rapid pace, instantly catching the attention of a pair of dark blue eyes as she did so.

 

“Hey Miyako!” welcomed the owner of those eyes.

 

“Hello Takeru. Say, could you please get me a bottle of water.”

 

“Sure.”

 

Like in any 24hs market, the counter of the Inoue store had an empty space underneath it where the salesmen usually placed several items for their own convenience. In this case however, the only thing that could be found there was a small fridge in one of the corners. Takeru took a bottle of water from inside it and handed it over to Miyako, who immediately opened it and sent its contents down her throat. The blond pre-teen became mesmerized by the movements of the girl's facial muscle as she drank the liquid of life.

 

Weeks ago, Takeru Takaishi found himself in the need for an alternative source of capital. To his own surprise, he was able to find a part-time job at the Inoue family's store. Being able to spend more time around Miyako helped him take notice his friend's exotic beauty. More than once he caught himself staring or daydreaming about the lavender-haired teen.

 

As she drank from the bottle, a small drop of water escaped from Miyako's lips and went down her skin. Takeru's eyes followed its path through the girl's face, chin and neck, until it finally disappeared under her garments. The blue-eyed boy had to keep a gasp from coming out of his throat when he noticed that the young Inoue's T-shirt became almost see-through under the artificial lights of the store, allowing him to see the outline of her body underneath it.

 

Miyako couldn't help but grin like a chesire cat at Takeru's reaction. For quite some time now, she has been playing around with him like this after noticing his growing interest on her. To someone who hardly ever got any attention from the members of the opposite sex, that whole situation was a great ego booster, so she decided to enjoy it while she could. Small teases like that became a regular occurrence between the two. The drop-thing wasn't intentional, but it showed itself quite handy.

 

Deciding that she already had enough fun for the moment, Miyako put the bottle down and turned to Takeru. “So, my parents told me that you needed some help.”

 

“What? Oh yeah! That's right! Please, come with me,” he said, coming out of his stupor. He then leads her through one of the many corridors created by the store's shelves. At the end of it, the blond boy stopped to look at the floor and then turned to warn his friend. “Watch out. A kid let some chocolate cream fall earlier. I've already cleaned most of it, but the floor still is a little slippery.”

 

Nodding, she carefully crossed the said area and followed her boy friend to a certain corner of the store, where the problem was located. That section of the shop was filled with refrigerators where the cold products were kept. Through the glass doors, Miyako saw that many of the things inside were starting to melt.

 

“With this hot weather, the refrigerator is not cold enough to keep a low temperature. I would increase the freezing power myself, but I don't know the password,” Takeru explained.

 

`Indeed' thought Miyako. She then remembered how her parents had placed a digital security key on the refrigerator power control after an incident with some punks and its key code.

 

Looking around, the purple headed teen found a plastic stool. Taking it, she went to the last refrigerator, opened its glass door, got onto the stool and started to search around for the temperature control, which she knew that was somewhere on the upper part of the refrigerator's inner wall.

 

“Aren't you coming up?” Miyako asked to Takeru.

 

“What?!” the blond replied, a little surprised.

 

“You won't be able to learn how to work with this gadget if you stay watching from down there. Get up here as well.”

 

“No way! There isn't enough space,” said the young Takaishi while looking at the stool. Indeed, he was right. Miyako herself barely had enough room to stay on top of that thing, but she did not seemed to mind about that.

 

“We'll make it somehow! Now get up here!”

 

Obeying the girl's command, Takeru got on top the stool. Some time was wasted as they searched for the most suitable position and eventually found one where they both could easily see and touch the control: Miyako was directly in front of the refrigerator with her feet on the very edge of the stool, while Takeru was standing right behind of her, his hand on her hips so he could provide balance for the two of them.

 

As Miyako started to pass several instructions, the blue eyed boy did his best to focus his mind on the job and not how his green and yellow long sleeved T-shirt and his grayish bermudas were warming up thanks to the girl's body heat, or how the exposed parts of their legs seemed to create sparks whenever they touched each other. He felt the lavender haired teen shiver and, deducing that it was because of the cold air coming from the open refrigerator, started to rub the area between her ribs and hips in an attempt to warm the girl up.

 

“Thanks.” Miyako said.

 

“Its nothing.” replied Takeru. They both tried to act normally but failed miserably. Their breathing quickened and their faces flushed slightly.

 

Trying to calm himself down, Takeru closed his eyes and rested his head on Miyako shoulder. That showed to be a mistake as soon that the first wave of the teenager's feminine scent filled his nostril. The smell of dry sweat, lavender perfume and body shampoo felt pleasantly exotic for his nose. Rubbing his face against her neck and hair, he searched for more of that heavenly scent. When the purple-head in his arms shivered again, he was pretty sure that it had nothing to do with the cold air.

 

He felt one of Miyako's hands around his neck, silently inciting him to continue with his ministrations. Meanwhile, his hands seemed to have gained a will of their own and were on a debate about whatever they should head north or south. In the end, they choose both as each went to opposite directions.

 

Miyako usually analytic mind had long shut down, leaving her body to act based on instinct alone. So, when she felt the pattern of Takeru's slow hands movements change, she did nothing to stop him. Instead, she actually tried to change her body stance to help the hands' progress.

 

A small pull on Takeru's neck, some adjusting of their heads' position and the young couple was soon staring at each other faces. The blonds' cheeks were red and his breathing pace was accelerated. He looked like someone who just got out of a marathon and Miyako knew that she herself couldn't be looking any better.

 

They tried their best to get closer to one another in order to seal everything with a kiss, but the awkward position which they were in prevented them from fulfilling their goal. In one of those tries, both licked their lips at the same time and a rush of adrenalin ran through their bodies when their tongues touched.

 

After a while, the two finally found a position that allowed their lips to touch each other. Almost unnoticeable smiles formed on their mouths as the distance between their faces closed more and more. At the same time, Takeru's hands were about to reach their goals. The couple was thrilled as the moment to consummate their desires approached.

 

Unfortunately, fate decided to conspire against them...

 

“Coming in,” the voice of their young friend, Iori Hida, announced at the same time that the sound of the automatic door opening filled the store. This startled the two youngsters, making them lose balance and fall hard on the floor.

 

“Are you alright?!” asked Iori when he appeared at the end of one shelves and rushed at their direction. However, he failed to notice that the slippery area which Takeru and Miyako passed before was right on his way.

 

“Iori, watch out!” Takeru tried to warn his younger friend, but it was too late. Iori lost his balance when his foot came in contact with the said area and he went sliding through floor, until he finally hit Takeru and Miyako, pressing his two friends against the wall.

 

 

*****

 

 

After that incident, Takeru and Miyako were not able to speak with each other. Though they worked together efficiently to cover up what happened, neither one was able to look at the other without blushing hard. Whenever they were together with their friends, the atmosphere between the two would quickly become awkward and any situation where the two could be left by themselves was always avoided.

 

Weeks later, Takeru was working on the night shift when, almost at the closing time, Miyako entered the store. The sound of a pin falling on the floor would seem loud inside the shop at that particular moment, considering the silence that felt upon it when the gazes of those two met. They would probably stay like that forever, if their moment of introspection wasn't interrupted by the appearance of another person.

 

“Hey, what are you two up to?” asked a tall dark haired man, coming out from somewhere behind Miyako. Takeru's heart skipped a beat when he recognized who it was.

 

“M-mr. Inoue?!” the blond boy squealed loudly.

 

“He, he, he. Calm down Takeru. I'm your boss but there is no need to be all jumpy,” Mr. Inoue joked.

 

“What are you doing here, sir?” the blue-eyed pre-teen asked, trying not to sound as nervous as he felt.

 

“Humn? Didn't Miyako tell you?” The Inoue patriarch took an exasperated glace to the girl in question, who just stared at her feet as her head turned red like a tomato in pure embarrassment. The older man decided to just drop it for now, but made a mental note to have a serious talk with his daughter later. He then turned to his employee and explained “Well Takeru, today you are going to learn how to do the stock counting!”

 

“Oh... That's sounds exciting...” Takeru answered, a little uneasy.

 

“Glad that you think like that. Let's get going then.” Saying that, the man guided the two kids to the storage room.

 

 

*****

 

 

Despite what he wanted his boss to believe, Takeru didn't considered stock counting as something exciting. Far from it...

 

Once they got into the storage room, Mr. Inoue told him that there should always be one person counting the products on the shelves while another should act as a bookkeeper. He showed how it was done with Miyako's help for a little while then made the boy take his place. As the two young Chosen grew bored with the work, the older man went to take a nap on a corner of the room.

 

Miyako was on top of a metal stairs counting the items from the upper shelves while Takeru was sitting on the floor registering her work. Bored to no end, the young Takaishi couldn't help but let his eyes wander through something else than his work. It didn't last long before his attention got caught by the only female on the room.

 

Miyako was wearing her usual outfit that day: a pink shirt with a red vest on top of it, a long magenta skirt and a blue scarf keeping her hair tied. Thought those clothes were not as revealing as her PE uniform, Takeru was still enjoying the view anyway.

 

Meanwhile, Miyako was starting to notice the gaps of time between her counting and Takeru's confirmations. Wondering what was happening with her friend, the lavender haired teen took a furtive look at the boy and saw a lustful look on his eyes. It wasn't hard for her to figure out what was going on.

 

`He is checking me out!' After realizing this, Miyako started grinning as a very naughty thought crossed her head. As she made the necessary calculations on her head, the Inoue teen took another glance at her blond friend and thought to herself `If he really wants a good view, I'm going to give him a show that he'll never forget...'

 

When Miyako started to move her body in order to reach something at the back of the shelves, Takeru quickly stop staring at her rear and pretended to be fully focused on his job. When he finally gathered courage to look at her again, he had to catch his breath so to not let a gasp come out of his mouth. From the position that she was currently in, Takeru had a completely open view of the girl's panties. He could feel a trickle of blood coming out of his nose as he admired the sky-blue colored silk underwear.

 

Grinning in pure delight, Miyako was silently enjoying the effect that she was having over her blue-eyed friend. She kept teasing him like that for the rest of the time that the two of them worked on the storage room. Once they were finally done, Miyako's father relieved them from the duty of closing the store and sent them home.

 

The two walked together in silence, their faces glowing warmly. Once they finally had to go on separated ways, they looked at one another one last time. When their gazes met, each gave the other a knowing smile and turned around to go to their respective houses.

 

 

*****

 

 

This situation went on for a while. The young couple used their work on the storage room to both tease and excite the other. Sometimes they would change roles, with Takeru making the counts and Miyako doing the bookkeeping and trying to get a peek on the boy through the loose shorts that he would wear, while others they would tease their partner to a nearly mind-losing point. But they would never cross the touching line.

 

That would change on a certain day however...

 

 

*****

 

 

Miyako arrived home after another tiring day at school. She weakly dragged her body in her room's direction, trying to get to her bed before she lost her strength completely. Fate had other plans for her however, as her mother called from the kitchen.

 

“Miyako dear, it's that you?”

 

“Yeah mom. It's me...” the lavender haired girl answered before falling on the floor, making a muffled noise when she hit the floor.

 

“Listen dear, your father asked you to help Takeru with the stock counting today.”

 

“Sure... tell dad to call me when he's ready to go... I'll be in my room meanwhile...”

 

“Oh, no. You don't understand, honey. Your father won't be going. This time will be just you and Takeru.”

 

That last sentence actually got some reaction out of Miyako. In a flash, she got inside her room and closed the door behind her. Opening her closet, she started to look around for the best clothes to wear as her mind went into an unprecedented thrill. She and Takeru alone in the storage room! The possibilities were beyond any words!

 

She eventually decided that her school uniform was the best option that she had. Even if green wasn't exactly her color, it was the most sensual outfit that she had available.

 

Looking at the mirror, she started to get herself ready so she would look as sexy as possible once she meet with Takeru. Following that line on thought, something suddenly occurred to her. Something kinky. Miyako knew that if she did it, she would score some major points with the blond boy, but shame made her have second thoughts about it.

 

Later, the purple-head teenager left her house with her cheeks glowing with a deep red light...

 

 

*****

 

 

When Miyako told him about her father's absence that night, Takeru showed no reaction on the outside. On the inside however, he was feeling pretty much like the girl before him was earlier that day. It took him all his willpower to not start acting like a child whose birthday came earlier that year and jump up and down.

 

He let his friend lead him to the storage room where they started their little game. As usual, they began with the items on the lower shelves. Once they were done, the blue-eyed boy went for the stairs and positioned them on the nearest set of shelves. Like a true gentleman, he held the stairs for her and did not look up until she was safely standing on it. Once he did looked up however, his breath got stuck on his throat and he could feel his blood immediately head south.

 

Meanwhile, Miyako was face looked like a red star. She didn't know what got into her. It seemed a good idea at the time. But now that she had Takeru looking at her panty-less crotch, she couldn't help but regret her actions greatly.

`What was I thinking?! He must be thinking that I'm some sort of whore right now!' What was really killing Miyako however was not the shame that she was feeling, but Takeru's total lack of reaction. He was just standing there, looking at her without saying a word or making a move. Tired of that situation, the purple haired teen decided to play along with the game that they usually did and started to count the products on the shelves and waited for Takeru to confirm them.

 

The blue-eyed boy resisted as best as he could to not lose his mind completely and do something stupid because of the breath-taking sight that he just saw. He tried to change his focus back to his work, but knew that it was a lost cause. Suddenly, he felt something hit his cheeks. Raising his hands, he touched the spot where the thing hit him and instantly noticed that it was some sort of liquid. Looking up again, he discovered what that liquid was and something inside him snapped when his mind registered the truth in front of him.

 

Miyako's mind was a complete chaos as she got down the stairs. Thoughts of crushed expectations, shame and the possible outcomes for this mess that she put herself into crossed her mind faster than light-speed. However, all that ceased as, when she was about to remove her foot from the last step, a strong arm wrapped around her waist. Even in that warm embrace, she couldn't help but freeze when the boy behind her started to speak softly at her ear.

 

“Hey Miyako, look,” he said as he raised his free hand until it was almost touching the girl's face. She noticed that it was drenched in some sticky substance. As she wondered what was that thing, Takeru licked them clean and then continued. “I kind of found some very nice candy. Do you think that it'll be okay if I have some more.”

 

Miyako's mind was swarm with confusion because of Takeru's words, but that only lasted until when her tights inadvertently rubbed themselves together. The moisture that covered them was all the answer that she needed to her questions about Takeru's `candy'. That whole situation was so exciting for her that she was literally dripping wet and only her lack of panties prevented her from noticing that fact sooner.

 

After a few moments of contemplation, Miyako finally made up her mind. Gathering all the courage that she had inside of herself, but still as red as a tomato, the Inoue girl freed herself from Takeru's grip and turned around to face him and look straight at his eyes. Putting her hands around his neck, she stayed in a way so that their bodies were almost touching themselves, with a space between them of barely a couple of centimeters.

 

“Takeru. As far as I am concerned, you can have anything that you want,” having said that, Miyako then closed the distance between the two of them and captured his lips with hers. Almost instantly, they opened their mouths in order to allow the entry of each others tongues. All the emotions that they created and held back since the day of the refrigerator's incident were unleashed in one single storm of pure passion which only ended when their need for air was too unbearable.

 

After catching his breath, Takeru looked at Miyako's face and found out that she had the same lustful expression that he knew that he had. Motioning to her wait where she was, the blond pre-teen walked around picking all the bags of soft goods that he could find and started to improvise a sofa with them. Once he was done, he sat down on it and gave the girl a signal to come closer.

 

Knowing exactly what he had in mind, Miyako walked to where Takeru was, her excitement growing with each step. Once she was by his side, she positioned herself so her open legs were almost touching the sides of boy's head and her crotch was hovering only a few centimeters right above his face. She let out a hiss of pleasure as she felt the tips of his fingers touch her most private area. Her knees stated to weaken as the boy explored her nether regions, though he never reached inside of her or touched her clitoris. She screamed lightly as a small orgasm ran through her body when he guided her hips down and her lower lips connected with his upper ones.

 

To Takeru, the taste of Miyako's juices was heavenly. When her pussy first got into the reach of his tongue, he only gave a few tentative licks with its tip. Now however, he was practically kissing her crotch, his tongue licking her outer lips and, eventually, her inner ones like she was an ice cream. During his exploration of the feminine organ, he ended up finding what he knew to be the clit. At first, he just made so that his tongue would brush against it when he liked the girl's entrance. But, when he noticed that the young Inoue yelped every time that part was touched, he placed his lips around and started to suck it lightly. This sent Miyako over the edge and she had her biggest orgasm yet. Takeru was pleasantly surprised by the sudden increase of woman's juices and lapped everything greedily.

 

Suddenly, Miyako got up and away from Takeru's reach. This caught the blond boy by surprise, but before he could protest Miyako explained her intentions.

 

“You've already got your treat. Now, I want mine,” she said while smiling mischievously. Before he could say anything, Miyako took a grip on Takeru's shorts and underwear and brought them down with one single, swift pull. Once those annoying garments were out of her way, the purple-haired teen took some time to admire her lover's tool. From her research on the subject, Miyako knew that Takeru was barely average sized, but she also knew that he still had to fully enter in puberty, so he might very well grow a couple centimeters more. Her body shivered when she imagined how would feel to have that piece of meat inside of her, but she shook those thought away for the moment. First, she had a job to do.

 

Placing a hand around Takeru's cock, Miyako proceed to pump it lightly, making the boy groan softly. Then, she placed her other hand on the blonde's sack and started to massage his balls as she approached her face from the manly organ and licked its head again and again. Her lover's moan got louder and louder at this and his back arched when she enclosed her lips around his member's tip, forcing it deeper inside her mouth. This startled her for an instant, but she quickly got used to the feeling and then started to bob her head up and down onto blonde's penis, covering it with her saliva. As she progressed with her worship over the pole flesh, Takeru approached more and more of his final release.

 

To her own disappointment, Miyako discovered that she was unable to fully take her lover in her mouth. It didn't mattered how hard she tried, because of her gagging reflexes she couldn't get more than three-quarters of his total length inside of her oral canal. Her frustrations plus the blonde's excited moans and gasps incited the purple-head into taking a more passion-full pace, pumping her head and running her tongue over Takeru's cock like there was no tomorrow. No man would be able to handle that kind of treatment for long and, not surprisingly, the young Takaishi came a couple of minutes after she started it.

 

His first load caught her unprepared, so she couldn't help but let some of the hot and salty liquid escape from her mouth. After that however, she sealed her lips tightly around his dickhead and swallowed the subsequent waves of sperm completely, though she held as much time as she could between each swallow so she could have a good taste of his seed. Believing that he was done, Miyako released Takeru from her mouth and backed away a little, a tiny line of saliva and male cum connecting his penis and her tongue. She let out a surprised squeak when a last big load came out from his cock and hit her on the face.

 

``What?!'' the pissed teen asked as her sexual partner started to laugh at her.

 

``You're a mess!'' the pre-teen managed to reply after regaining some control over himself.

 

``And who's the fault is that?!''

 

``Yours of course.''

 

``That's right… Hey!''

 

Takeru laughed some more at this. He then reached for her, removed her cum covered glasses with one hand and started to clean his seed from her with the other. All that while his blue eyes studied her face closely. Though he didn't intend, he let out a dreamy sigh and caressed her checks ``Who would have ever guessed that such beauty was hidden behind those glasses...''

 

The comment made Miyako smile shyly. Then, she took his cum covered fingers and started to leak them clean while glancing at Takeru with eyes full of meaning. Something about that look, which was both angelically innocent and deviantly lustful at the same time, made his libido snap awakens and his manhood becomes rigid again. Miyako's smile grew at this and she yelped happily when Takeru pulled her to his arms.

 

Now in a sitting position on the improvised couch, Takeru placed Miyako on his lap and captured her lips in a heated kiss. It wasn't long before they started to take each other clothes off until both were completely naked. After some more kissing, the Takaishi boy grabbed her naked and lifted the Inoue teen so that he could position his member at her entrance. Taking the cue, she placed her hands on his shoulder blades and helped him guide them in their way to the ultimate form of union. She gasped when his penis spread her vaginal lips, while his breath became more and more erratic as he felt the insides of her womanhood. Then, the two felt it: the point of no return, Miyako's hymen. Cobalt blue eyes met with light brown ones before a final thrust was made and the pair's innocence was officially thrown out of the window.

 

The feeling was mind-blowing. Way beyond Takeru's wildest expectations and dreams, the sensation of having his cock clamped and squeezed by the inner muscles of a cunt was beyond any words. Nevertheless, he held himself still. Even without Miyako's panted cries to tell him, he knew that the lost of her virginity was a painful experience for a woman and he didn't wanted to make things any harder than they had to be. So the blond boy turned his attention to the second most interesting part of the girl's body: her breasts. He knew that he made a good call when the lavender haired teen gasped under his touch.

 

From the little that he knew about a woman's body, Takeru was able to notice that Miyako had a disproportionably big areola and nipples for her breast size. As he caressed, pinched and rolled the said area between his thumbs and index fingers, he couldn't stop himself from thinking that they might become even bigger when her mounds got more developed. The mental image of how Miyako's would be a few years ahead made his mouth water instantly. Deciding to put that extra amount of fluids into a good use, Takeru got his head closer to the girl's chest and gave a soft, tentative lick on her left nipple. His actions where rewarded with a high peak in her tone of voice.

 

Miyako shuddered each time that Takeru's tongue made contact with her breast, while his hands caressed her ignored mound and her bums. After a few minutes, Takeru got bolder and actually pressed his lips against her areola and started to suck lightly. His combined caresses made her inadvertently push her hips against his, sending small waves of mixed pleasure and pain against her body. The feeling encouraged her to do it again, and again, and again. Soon a slow and steady rhythm was build between the two lovers.

 

Takeru had a hard time focusing himself to keep with his ministrations on Miyako's breasts, as the feeling of his penis pumping in and out of her vagina threatened to overwhelm him. He finally broke when he felt the girl's bounces become erratic and more frenetic. Letting go from her upper body, the blond just laid back and let out moans of pleasure come out freely from his mouth. Even though in its pitiful state that it currently was, Takeru's mind was able to recognize that Miyako was trying to speed up their pace and then send a message to his hips to thrust up in order to help her achieve her goal. He let out a groan in frustration however, when he realized that their position was just too clumsy for a more rapid pace.

 

In a sudden show of boldness, Takeru grabbed Miyako and inverted their positions, making her lay on her back on the `sofa' while he was on his knees between her legs. Putting his hands on Miyako's hips, Takeru started to thrust his hips against hers. They both let out a moan of pleasure when the so desired rapid pace was finally achieved. Taking advantage of the control that their new position gave him, Takeru started to increase their tempo little by little. In no time, they were screwing like two animals in the peak of the mating season.

 

As the small room was filled with the noises of flesh hitting hard against flesh and mumblings of pleasure became lust-filled screams, the two lovers felt themselves hitting their climax. Takeru was the first. The feeling of the purple-head's warm and slippery love-hole eventually became too much for him to handle, making the blond give one last strong push as his manhood sprayed his seed generously against her cervix. The sensations created by Takeru's powerful thrust and his hot semen spilling inside her, plus the build-up pleasure from his earlier ministrations were enough to send Miyako over the edge. Her whole body convulsed while the inner muscles of her womanhood took a grip on his manly pole and coated it with her love juices.

 

With his strengths drained, Takeru was only able to remove his cock from inside her cunt before falling exhausted on top of Miyako. He barely registered when she put her arms around his back and almost had no energy to return her kisses when she started to press her lips against him. Strangely enough, the blond felt rejuvenated after just a couple minutes of saliva exchange with the girl and his once limp member started to harden again. Takeru became startled however when he noticed a very kinky fact about their current position.

 

While she pressed her mouth against his in a clear expression of her true feelings towards him, Miyako sudden felt Takeru's body stiffen against hers. Almost immediately, he tried to get himself free and away from her. In an attempt to keep him near her, Miyako tightened her grip on him. A gasp of surprise escaped from her lips when she felt something puncture against her butt-hole. Finally understanding what was going on, Miyako interrupted their kiss and then used one of her hands to make him look in her eyes before speaking in a husky, serious and sexy voice: “Takeru, I've said it before and I'll say it again: as far as I am concerned, you can have anything that you want.”

 

Nodding in understanding, Takeru took a grip on his member and started to clumsily pushing it against the entrance of Miyako' anus. He barely managed to get the tip of his cock-head inside her when the girl beneath him let out a yelp of pain. Instantly stopping pushing, the blond planted several kisses on her face and whispered words of worry and apologize on her ear. Though Miyako reassured him that she was fine and no harm has been done, Takeru became insecure and wondered if he should keep up with his attempts to anally fuck her. He was just about to give up when he spotted something with the corner of his eyes.

 

“Wait here for a moment, Miyako,” Hesitantly, the purple-head let go of her lover. The world seemed a lonely and cold place as he moved away from her and to one of the corners of the room. When he came back, the girl tried to embrace him again, but stopped when noticed something on the blonde's hand.

 

“Where did you find this?” Miyako asked when she recognized what Takeru was carrying: a half-empty bottle of sex lubricant.

 

“It was hidden by one of the shelves,” Takeru answered with a light blush on his face. He then turned his eyes to hers, seeking for her approval. Understanding his unspoken question, Miyako took the bottle from his hands, opened it and spilled a generous amount of its contents on her palms before applying it on her lover's member. Once done, the purple-head turned all fours on the ground, her rear facing the blond boy and her ass-cheeks spread invitingly.

 

Taking his cue, Takeru kneeled behind Miyako. Taking the discarded bottle, the pre-teen boy applied the remains of the oil-like liquid inside of it on both the outside and inside of the girl's bum. Miyako trembled when she felt the cold substance touch her warm skin and squealed in pleasure when she felt his oil covered finger reach for the inside of her anus. Once there was nothing left of the product and the purple-head's asshole was literally overflowing, Takeru guided his dickhead to her back-entrance and pressed his way in.

 

Miyako felt her lover's manhood slide inside her, meeting only a minimum resistance thanks to the sex-oil, and gave out a blissful moan as he buried himself in her rectum. Unlike before, she felt no pain but an overwhelming sensation fullness instead. Pleasurable shocks were all that her mind could register as her lower muscles contracted and relaxed repeatedly to adjust themselves to the intrusion of the manly member. By the time that the blond started to move in and out of her, the teenage girl was no longer able to have any coherent thought.

 

Takeru heard many stories about anal sex through his brother and his bandmates; all telling how regular sex couldn't even be compared to it. Now that he had a first-hand experience on both however, he was having a hard time deciding whatever that statement was true or not. Though he admitted that the Miyako's butthole felt much tighter than her vagina, the Child of Hope also knew that if wasn't for that sex-oil that they found earlier he wouldn't be feeling now the slippery sensation which he discovered to be so pleasurable when he fucked the purple-head's vagina.

 

Deciding to leave those trivial things aside for the moment, Takeru turned his focus back to the task at hand. After pressing his chest against Miyako's back for a greater intimacy, Takeru reached around for her breasts and started to play with them. When he speeded up the pace of their lovemaking, the blond boy instantly heard the breath of the girl in his arms quicken in synchrony with his thrusts. That motivated him to push himself further and soon they were screwing their brains out like there was no tomorrow.

 

This time Miyako was the first one to achieve release. A spot in her brain suddenly snapped and sent a powerful orgasm through her whole body. Her spine arched in an almost impossible angle and a silent gasp escaped from her mouth, making seems like she was trying to desperately draw air into her lungs but couldn't. The sudden change the girl's body position plus her internal muscles squeezing his dick almost painfully triggered Takeru's own climax. For the third time that day, his semen was transferred from his body to hers.

 

The two lovers felt on the floor when the peek of their orgasms subsided, their heads resting on their improvised couch. When Takeru removed himself from her ass, Miyako felt his cum oozing out of her butthole. Thrilled by the feeling, the girl turned to face her lover and embrace him by the neck. Immediately, she started to plant light kisses on his face and neck. Eventually, the purple-head brought her lips by the blonde's ear and whispered “We need to do that again… soon…”

 

He didn't know if was because his mind was still foggy because of the amazing sex or if he had just become kinkier after everything that they went through, but his answer just sounded out of character for him. “Give five minutes…”

 

Miyako could only smile at this implied promise…

 

*****

 

“Here is it, sir. Thank you for your preference and come back always,” Takeru said with a forced smile on his face while giving to the Inoue store's customer a plastic bag with his purchased goods. The man simply picked the bag and left without giving the pre-teen a second look. When the cost was clear, the blond released the breath that he was holding relaxed himself, just to tense his body and let out a forceful gasp only a moment later. He had to seek the store's counter for support in order to prevent himself from falling. Once he was able to regain his composure, Takeru looked underneath the said counter. There, Miyako was licking off the remains of cum that he just released from his cock.

 

Days have passed since that night on the storage room. Takeru and Miyako were now a couple, though that fact was still a secret to all their acquaintances. Rare were the occasions when they could repeat the dose of what happened that night, but they always found time for a short oral sex or some heavy petting. From times to times, Miyako managed to drag her boyfriend into some naughty game, like right now.

 

“God, I must confess: I really love the taste of your cum, Takeru,” The young Takaishi didn't know what to think of the way that she said that `confession', which made it seems like she was just talking about the weather. Before he could dive further on the subject, Miyako continued. “By the way, I solved the mystery of the bottle that we found that day.”

 

“Really?” the blond asked, as he has been wondering about it for quite some time.

 

“Yep. You see, my parents put it there,” she answered.

 

Takeru could only think for one reason why his bosses would hid a sex-oil bottle on the storage room. Placing his hands over his forehead, he spoke “Ok, that definitely goes to the `too much information' box…”

 

“Look at the bright side: at least if they ever find out about us we'll have a trump in our hands,” she said while working to get him hard again.

 

Frowning at her, Takeru asked. “You want to kill me, don't you?”

 

“Oh, don't tell me that you don't like it?” He never did have the chance to answer though, as people entered at the store at that same moment. Takeru tried his best to remain neutral and attend to the customers while his girlfriend slid his cock back into her mouth.

 

END.

 

 

*****

 

 

Author's Note: Well, its done. My very first lemon (please take it easy on me people). I decided to make this fic a Miyakeru just because is one of the less explored couples around. I have to say that I'm really satisfied with this story, though it took me longer than expected to finished. I'm considering making a continuation, but first I want to wait to see the feedback on the reviews.

 

EDIT (01/30/2006): A small review and grammar errors corrected. Also, I decided to go for that continuation story after all: However, I must warn whoever is looking up to it that between college and my other projects, this won't be on my priority list anytime soon.