Fan Fiction ❯ The Way Love Grows ❯ Things Worth Waiting For ( Chapter 4 )

Things Worth Waiting For

I basked in Takamiya's smile and oh, how I loved him at that moment so I just blurted it out--

"But I don't want to wait anymore. I want you now. I don't know if I'm going to be able to study today until I show you just how much I love you."

Takamiya smiled, tightened his hug on me and said, "But I want you to do well on your studies, Izumi."

"But I thought…" I was too confused to finish.

"Hear me out, Izumi," he said. "I want you to love me, but I also think that you to keep something for yourself, something which is only for you. Life is unpredictable. When people we love die, we have to go on in spite of the loss. When our feelings are running high like they are just now, we think that love is all there is, but people I loved have died and I have had to go on in spite of it. I think my education helped me make it through the difficult patches in my life and I've never regretted it. Your attitude shows me that your education is important to you, so don't let the opportunity slip out of your hands.

"So, I'm not going to make love to you now?" I asked.

He answered my question with another question.

"Am I worth waiting for?"

This guy.

If this guy wasn't a keeper, there was no such thing. He was definitely worth waiting for.

"Oh, yeah," I breathed.

He smiled and I answered with one of my own as I thought about how I would so jump his bones at the very next opportunity.

"I'd better go study then," I said.

With my heart light as a feather, I pulled my on my jacket, picked up my book bag and headed for the door.

"Just a second," said Takamiya, and he handed me the package that he'd brought in with him when he first came through the door.

"What's this?"

"Lunch," he said.

I took a quick peek in the bag.

"Bento! I can't believe you got me bento! Taka, you're the best!"

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Every now and then during my computer logic test, a smile crept over my face when I thought of Takamiya's plan to take me to England with him. And despite a few moments of distraction, I finished the test ahead of some of the other students, with a strong sense of elation. I knew I had done well.

After the test, although I wanted to go home to be with Takamiya and pack for our trip, the knowledge that I was still so passive and timid about sex with him bothered me. When I imagined that other Izumi doing ecchi things with Takamiya, I felt a sick sense of inferiority. I had just finished taking a final in logic, and logic told me that a little research might help me be a better lover.

On the way home, I stopped off briefly at a computer café, ordered a macchiato, sat down at a computer and googled., then goggled. A picture is worth a thousand words, but some of the pictures--no way I was doing that with Takamiya! That had to be the product of a CG program. That couldn't be real! Finally, somehow, I stumbled on a site that mentioned a few ways to spice up your sex life. That sounded better! I just wanted seasoning after all, not lessons in contorsionism.

A couple of articles talked about sex in public. Not like doing in broad daylight on a stage, but just finding different places to do it. "Be spontaneous!"advised one author. Another site told me to "Be prepared!" Be Creative!" "Don't get caught!"

That thought threw a wet blanket on my creative ideas. I would have to be careful. Even I knew that getting caught having sex in public was against the law. I saw suggestions for places I had never imagined before.

Sex in phone booths, sex in cabs, sex in boats, sex in bathrooms. Well, I'd heard of sex in public bathrooms, but---Ewww! That sounded gross! The article mentioned something called the "Mile High" club. As I skimmed down the page, I learned that it involved having sex on an airplane. Hmm. Takamiya and I were going to take an airplane to England. I determined that Takamiya and I would be the latest members of that club. Not a lot of privacy on an airplane though. Only place for it was probably the bathroom. I'd have to get over my squeamishness.

My parents had taken me on a flight to Hokkaido when I was young. The way I remembered the bathroom, it was plenty big for what I wanted to do with Takamiya. Oh, yeah! Mile high club! Takamiya would like what I had planned for sure!

I got home to find the bedroom is a state of confusion, with two suitcases, one of them mine, on the bed. Takamiya was working from a list and stuffing rolls of socks into a pocket of the travel bags. He hadn't heard me come in, but beamed when he saw me.

"Ah, welcome back home, Izumi! How did the test go?"

"Great,!" By the time I added, "Got a hug for me?" he had already pulled me into a warm embrace. Hot sex here we come! I thought.

Takamiya said, "You must be so proud of yourself. I know I am, but we're going to have to wait to celebrate."

"What?" I asked, not just a little surprised and disappointed.

" We have to get ready to leave right away."

"But, why? I thought we were leaving later tonight."

" There's a chemical spill on the main route. It even disrupted the bullet train. We have to take an alternate route to get to Narita. With traffic delays, it may take us a few hours to get there. Aoe was going to drive us, but when he heard about the delays, he took the liberty of sending a limousine over."

"How much time do I have to get ready?"

"It should be here in half an hour."

"A limo?"

"Nice of him, wasn't it," said Takamiya who went back to his checklist.

Half an hour. Packing--toothpaste, toothbrush, hairbrush, comb…what else?? Pants, underwear, shirts, sweater, jacket. What else? Shaver, sweater, jacket. Oh, I had a jacket. Change of socks. Then the phone rang. It was the chauffeur. Next thing I knew Takamiya was herding me out the door saying, "I've got our passports and the tickets. Ready?"

I might have forgotten something, but had no idea what it was, so with my bag in hand, I followed Takamiya down to the automobile.. It was a really nice limo, with a partition between the driver and passengers and reflective windows for privacy. The roomy seats were upholstered in soft black leather.

The distance from where we live to the Narita airport was just about 72 kilometers. On any other day, we would have taken the train and been there in practically no time flat. But in the first fifteen minutes, we traveled only six kilometers. Looking forward to going to England as much as I was, I worried that we would get there at all.

After so many late nights studying without much sleep, I found the sluggish progress of the limo exhausting. It must have showed on my face for Takamiya said, "Lean on me, Izumi. Get some sleep. It could be hours before we get to the airport."

All he had to do was to say those words, and I rested up against his shoulder. I couldn't spent more than a few minutes in that position, if that. I stretched, I yawned and was out like a light..

I was dreaming of sex with Takamiya when a mild jolt awakened me and I raised my head from Takamiya's lap to see what caused the problem was..

"Just a pothole, Izumi," he murmured. "Go back to sleep."

I blushed when I realized where my head had been, but when I lay my cheek back down, I was suddenly all too aware of the heat of Takamiya's crotch beneath the scratchy wool trousers that covered it. I couldn't go to sleep, because the thoughts I had were keeping me awake. And making me smile.

I pillowed my head on my hands for a moment, then as subtly as possible, my fingers went to the zipper on Takamiya's fly and eased it slowly down.

A hiss of a sigh escaped his lips and I could feel him harden before I exposed him. I slid his cock into my mouth and sucked. I was cautious and quiet as I could be, all my movements controlled. Takamiya's body tensed and he pressed his hands affectionately on my head.

I made small movements with my lips, and tongue. I wanted to do more but worried that the driver would see my head working, so I stopped what I was doing for a moment to ask, "Are these windows really reflective. Does that partition really work or can the driver see and hear us?"

"The driver can't see or hear us. We can see out, but no one else can see in. This limousine is from Blue Boy. It is very discreet."

"Really??" I said with a sly smile and slid up to sit beside him.

"Really," Takamiya replied in a husky voice.

I had no more need of words. My mouth reached for his and he found mine with his. Oh, those lips of his. Lips that excited me and made me feel loved. No one like him. I would show him with my kiss how much I loved him, and for once it was me, who shyly put my tongue in his mouth first. I sensed his surprise, then felt his smile beneath my lips.

"Izumi."

His word gently broke our kiss. I straddled his lap, felt the hardness of his groin, unbuttoned his shirt and bared his chest. He watched me with loving, lazy curiosity

I unbuttoned my shirt, then rubbed up against him skin to skin. Because of the difference in our heights, his nipples were perfectly placed for me to just lean forward and kiss, and so I that is how I started again to make love to Takamiya. I always felt a little funny about it before, like maybe it was a babyish thing to do, to suck on a nipple, but I wet his right one with my tongue and then blew on the sensitive skin. The nub grew hard as a button, ridged and rigid, and he groaned. I kissed it soft again, while he murmured, "More, Izumi."

I stripped naked, crouched between his legs and looked up at him, and asked with a smile, "Which is better? With my hand or with my mouth?"

"Surprise me," said Takamiya.

I used both.

I had brought along a tube of lotion and felt bold as I oiled my fingers with it. Takamiya was the one who generally led the way and set the tone for sex. Now it was my turn, and I would use what I had learned to give him pleasure.

I began to lick and suck his cock, head-bobbing, lapping and tonguing while I gently but firmly massaged his balls with my oiled hands. It was as though the oil gave my fingers eyes and I could feel his response through my sense of touch. I was learning what gave him pleasure. Each sigh, each moan, each groan , the way the breath caught in his throat when I thumbed his nipples taught me more about him, and as I sought that deeper knowledge, he opened himself to me. Takamiya swallowed hard as his need grew,. Responding to my boldness, he started to thrust in my mouth, my arms went round his backside, my oiled hands snaked over the leather seat, under his ass, my fingers searching, probing while he rocked harder and harder in search of his release. Then I found the puckered dimple with the middle finger of my right hand and thrust in. Takamiya gasped in his spasm and suddenly my mouth was full of his come. I swallowed again and again with fierce joy. I glanced up at my lover, saw a soft and tender look in his eyes. Not a word had passed between us.

He gave me my turn. He took the time to strip bare to take me. I loved being pressed together skin on skin. He abandoned himself to giving me pleasure with lips and tongue and hands. It seemed strange in a way, the two of us with our pale skin completely naked on the black leather seats of a limo headed for the Narita airport. Through the windows we could see the drivers in the cars beside us and in back of us, fully clothed, looking bored and irritated while we were more pleasurably occupied making love.

Takamiya used the lotion I brought and when I was quivering with the need to come, he eased me down onto his cock. I sat on his lap, my back flush against his chest. He held me close and caressed me, teasing and massaging me, urging me to ride him while he stroked me off. I was hot, so hot. And I rode him with skin-slapping urgency until I shot and he filled me, our limbs shaking from the effort. Some of my come coated Takamiya's fingers while some spurted up to the fabric that lined the limo's ceiling, In the past, I would have been embarrassed, but now I felt a shameless happiness. He groaned as he wrapped me tighter in his arms his chin resting on top of my head. I smiled.

For once I would be the first to say what was in my heart. I got up, turned around, straddled his lap, put my arms around him, looked up at his handsome face and said, "I love you, Katsura."

Takamiya's eyes got wet when I said it, and he couldn't speak for a while but the beautiful smile never left his face.

When he could talk again, he said, "I love you, too."

This guy….