Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ Contract Labor - Lemons! ❯ Ch 69 Lemon ( Chapter 3 )

Ch 69 Lemon

V 1.0

Warning – angst ahead

Natsumi did not know how something that she and Miyuki had so looked forward to had turned out so badly.

She understood that they all had their lives to live. Her partner and she had their regular jobs as police officers with overtime hours most days. She also had Special Unit training and physical training she had to keep up, while Miyuki had her car and gizmo tinkering to take up the rest of their time. Keitaro had to run and maintain a dorm while studying for the Todai entrance exam, working part-time for Seta and doing the various Urashima clan heir stuff that popped up.

When they were finally able to schedule a time to get together, that alone was a reason to celebrate. Of course they could not meet at their apartment (due to the  noise complaints) or at the Hinata-sou (too many people within ear-shot). So they arranged to meet at a love hotel. Not one of the tacky ones that looked like a fantasy medieval castle or a starship, or worse yet one that yakuza wanna-bes hung around with cameras to take compromising blackmail photos. It was a nice looking modestly sized establishment that looked like a decent hotel… except for the sign in the front that offered rooms by the night or in two hour blocks. Or instead of a polite well-dressed clerk behind a counter the lobby contained a self-service machine. The front panel consisted of a large touch screen display that scrolled through pictures of the available empty rooms, along with the prices for renting them. Selecting a room and inserting either cash or a credit card for payment would produce a magnetic stripe door card and a paper receipt with the room number. No human interaction (except for seeing the rare maid wearing a medical mask who avoided eye contact pushing a cleaning cart down the hallway), no fuss, right?

Maybe they had come on too strong. Sure, it had been almost three months since they had been able to get together for more than a coffee. Maybe it had been a bad thing that the two girls had arrived first to rent the room for a whole night and had called Keitaro with the hotel location and room number. In the fifteen minutes it had taken for him to arrive Natsumi had stripped down to her underwear and with some persuasion convinced Miyuki to do the same. Of course that is when their boyfriend had knocked at the door.

Natsumi had motioned for the other woman to open the door. After checking the peephole and cracking the door wide enough for Keitaro to slip in and kick off his shoes. At that point Natsumi had slammed the door shut, spun him around, and jammed her tongue down his throat.

After about fifteen seconds of orally assaulting her boyfriend’s mouth, Natsumi had backed off and saw with some satisfaction that Keitaro was stunned with a glassy-eyed expression on his face. Looking over at her partner she could see that Miyuki was both turned on and slightly jealous. Taking hold of her by the arm, Natsumi pushed her over into Keitaro’s arms.

Once he saw how turned on she was Keitaro kissed the other girl, much more gently than he had with the first a few moments before. Natsumi mentally shrugged; Miyuki did not prefer vigorous physical activity like she did, and it showed in her preferences.

But she knew what she wanted. While her two lovers were busy with each other, Natsumi stepped up beside them, neither of them noticing her. They certainly did notice when she took hold of Keitaro’s trousers and in one motion yanked them and his shorts down over his hips. A moment later she went down to her knees and took his semi-hardened cock into her mouth; a few moments of hard sucking brought it up to her desired level of rigidity. It was all Keitaro could do to not shout and head-butt Miyuki from the shock of it before he put his hand on Natsumi's head and carefully pushed her away.

Stepping away from the pair of women, the young man pulled his pants back up before he walked over to the king sized bed and started to undress, carefully but quickly folding his clothes and stacking them into a neat pile. The girls did not need an invitation either, rapidly pulling off their bras and panties and tossing them to the side before almost diving into the bed, Keitaro following them shortly thereafter.

One of the things that both girls had noticed was that Keitaro was now much more experienced in sexual matters than before he had left Japan the year before. Not that he did not know what he was doing, far from it. In their time together before he left for Thailand, he had learned both how things worked and what each of his partners preferred when he was having sex with them. To put it in a technical perspective, he had graduated the Basic Course and had halfway completed the Intermediate by the time of their temporary break up.

But when he had come back to Japan it had been as though he had completed all the coursework and taken some graduate level training as well. What else could explain Keitaro putting Natsumi and Miyuki in a 69 position with her on top and him behind her being done doggy-style? Even now Natsumi blushed when she thought about it; being fucked like that while her girlfriend was eating her out at the same time had wound up with her screaming her head off before she was finally able to get off, not even being able to return the favor. Of course Miyuki did not complain, since it resulted in Keitaro being able to concentrate all his attention on her once her partner almost passed out from the force of her orgasm.

The one thing that bugged Natsumi was the question that they knew they should not ask; where did Keitaro learn his new sexual techniques? Most of his previous knowledge had come from reading ecchi manga and stories, and from the experience he had picked up when they had first become lovers. But this was beyond that, it was almost as if he had gone and done a half dozen porn movies with every possible act and technique being used with adult video actresses. That was almost the preferable explanation, because the other plausible reason had been one that she really hoped was not the correct one; that he had gotten involved with women that were much more sexually experienced than she and Miyuki were.

If that was the case Natsumi almost did not want to know. Before he had gone overseas the three of them had agreed that they should not considered themselves committed to each other, that they would see if they would want to restart their relationship once he got back. The closest they had gotten to some information had been Keitaro saying that yes, he had been involved with someone while he was away, that it had been a temporary thing, and that all his medical tests had come back clean since then. It was not until later that the two girls realized that the way he had phrased the words it was more than likely that it was with more than one person.

Natsumi had been of two minds about this. On the one hand, she wanted to find out who the women were so she could send them a gift/fruit basket as thanks for teaching Keitaro so much. But then the ugly green eyed monster would raise its head and wanted to know so much more. Was the other woman prettier? Younger? More busty? Was the woman still in his thoughts? Or worst yet, was he thinking of her while he was having sex with them?

She would have had a full blown jealousy attack when she had first met Mutsumi Otohime at Todai a few months ago if it had not been that she had not been so attracted to the younger smiling curvy brunette. She knew that she was fully in love with Miyuki, and that she was getting there with Keitaro. But even though she already had her hands fully, almost literally, Natsumi would have loved to spend some quality time exploring and playing with Mutsumi’s lush body, especially since she had a strong feeling that the other girl wanted to return the favor.

But now she was lying on the bed struggling to stay awake while Keitaro and Miyuki were busy with each other.  The trio had learned the hard way that Natsumi was so enthusiastic and eager  during their times together that it was better off if Keitaro saw to her first and got her off a couple of times before focusing on Miyuki. They could do stuff together after that, but the first time for each of them was better when he could concentrate on them exclusively.

And concentrate he did. Keitaro had wound up using a position that Natsumi normally did not favor, if only because of her abnormal strength. He had put her on her hands and knees on the bed before moving up behind her and slid his hardened cock into her. Her boyfriend had held still for a long moment, both to make sure that he was not hurting her and to not pop off too soon himself. But then she started to impatiently thrust her butt back against him, and he got the hint. Moving slowly, he gradually increased his movements until Natsumi was loudly groaning and moaning in pleasure.

It was at that moment that Keitaro surprised her. Reaching up from her waist to under her armpits, he levered her up so that she was sitting upright on his thighs, her back against his chest, her legs straddling his thighs. Natsumi had barely been able to catch her breath before he had started sliding her up and down on him, the tip of his cock grinding against the front of her vaginal channel and the elusive g-spot, causing her head to snap back and almost smack him in the face, causing her to moan for him to stop. It was not that she was enjoying this, far from it. It was that this was so good that her body would spasm in response and she was afraid that she would inadvertently hurt him.

Keitaro had just whispered in her ear before nibbling on it, resulting in a shiver that ran down her body. But that was nothing compared to the feeling of his hands slipping forward to her breasts, gently squeezing them while twisting her hardened nipples with his fingers, causing her to bite back a shriek and give a massive shudder that made her buck against him.

They had gone on like this for five minutes, the pair moving slowly while he played with her body like a musical instrument, moans and cries spilling from her mouth. Finally Natsumi’s body could not take any more and the tension snapped inside her, causing her to spasm and shudder before she went limp in his arms. Carefully Keitaro lifted Natsumi off of him and lay her out on the bed only to be tackled by Miyuki. Being thrown onto his back he barely had time to blink twice before she dove for his semi-hardened member, licking, sucking and otherwise making sure to clean off every drop of fluid from both him and Natsumi. This went on for almost a minute before she halted, his cock fully hard again. Miyuki then flopped over to the side of Keitaro opposite Natsumi and spread her legs open in a silent invitation, one that he did not hesitate to accept.

Once Natsumi was able to shake off the post-orgasmic daze she lay on her side watching her two lovers concentrate on each other. But after ten minutes she was starting to get concerned. The pair was face-to-face in the standard missionary position with Miyuki’s legs wrapped around Keitaro’s waist, with the girl moaning and crying out as he slowly moved.

And that was the problem. Keitaro was moving so damn slow. Even when he had her in the reverse cowgirl position and playing with her boobs, he had been moving so slow that it would not have gotten her off, especially since she normally needed vigorous thrusting to do so. It was only because of her heightened arousal and his hereto unexplained expert touch that finally she was able to come, and come hard.

But now Miyuki was almost weeping in frustration. She was so turned on at this point that all she could do was squirm under Keitaro and clench up when a particular sweet spot was hit. Her eyes were scrunched shut, her head was tossing back and forth on the pillow and her incoherent cries were forming into words.

“Please…”

Keitaro stopping moving, his body freezing except for his head, which tilted forward so his eyes were fixed on her face.

“Please… please…”

Tears were starting to leak from Miyuki’s closed eyes in frustration. She was almost there! It would only take a little more to send her over the edge!

Since Natsumi was beside the pair she was looking right at their faces when Miyuki started begging. So she was able to see the myriad emotions that cascaded down Keitaro’s face.

Dismay.

Shock.

Horror.

Miyuki opened her eyes to see Keitaro staring down at her, his face going from some indescribable emotion to an eerie blankness. They stared at each other for a long moment before he abruptly pushed himself up and away, pulling out of Miyuki and producing a gasp from her. Rolling over to the opposite side of the bed, he grabbed his folded stack of clothes and without a word stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.

“What the hell. What the fuck!” Natsumi snarled. Keitaro had not even closed the bathroom door completely when Miyuki had burst into tears, trying to control her sobs and failing. Springing to her feet, she almost ran up to the door to pound on it when it was abruptly pulled open, revealing a hastily dressed Keitaro who brushed past her and stepped toward the hallway door, pausing to pick up his shoes and start putting them on.

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?!? What the hell just happened!?!” Natsumi was getting angrier as Keitaro pay no heed to her. “Do not fucking ignore me, what the fuck just happened!?!?” She reached out and grabbed his arm as he turned toward the door. That was a mistake.

They froze in place, almost literally. It felt as though someone had dumped a tub of ice water over her. It was all Natsumi could do to not visibly shudder, but that was nothing compared to the look on Keitaro’s face when he slowly turned and looked her.

There was no expression on his face, no emotion. The only difference between him and a mannequin was the freezing cold that seem to emanate from his dark eyes. It was almost like staring into an oceanic abyss.

Keitaro glanced down at her hand on his arm, and she abruptly pulled it away like it was on fire. No, worse than that, it was like she had directly touched dry ice, it was so cold.

“I can’t talk about this now. Another day.” Keitaro’s voice was soft and raspy. “I’m sorry.”

“Like hell! Explain yourself!” Natsumi was starting to get angry again when a single word halted her incipient rant.

“Stop.” The pair turned to look at Miyuki, who was sitting up in the bed with the bedsheet clutched to her chest. She looked absolutely miserable, but she spoke again. “Just stop.”

“I’m sorry, both of you.” Natsumi turned to look back at Keitaro who had spoken again, and performed a slight bow to boot. “Another day.” Moving to the hall door, he opened and slipped through it before it softly clicked shut.

Natsumi looked from the door to her despondent girlfriend and back again. “What the hell just happened? Why didn’t you let me get some answers from him?!”

“Because… because I think I know what happened.” Miyuki was wiping at her eyes as she spoke.

“What?” Natsumi moved over and sat down next to her on the bed.

“I’ve seen something like this before…” It took a few minutes for Miyuki to explain, but by the end of it Natsumi was hugging her, tears forming in her eyes as well.

*****

Keitaro was standing in a shower stall in a hotel down the block from where he had been.

“Please …”

It had taken him thirty seconds to select a random empty room and pay for it.

A bloodied and torn body, damaged and tortured beyond belief.

It had then taken less than two minutes for him to enter the room, almost tear his clothes off and step into the shower stall with the hot water going full blast.

“Please…”

Instead of steam filling the bathroom, the water was turning to cold vapor, the temperature dropping precipitously.

Blonde hair… a brown eye leaking blood tears.

The hot water was pouring on his head and down his back, but instead of scalding him, it was starting to form into ice fragments in the shower floor.

His hands reaching out to her, grasping her jaw and the back of her head, preparing for the fatal motion.

Keitaro braced both his fists against the tiled wall, his eyes clenched shut. But instead of gasping or flinching, he was trembling and sobbing.

“Please… please…”

*****

A/N: For those who would like an explanation, PTSD episodes can be triggered by seemingly innocuous actions or words that abruptly remind a person of the traumatizing memories.

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