Love Hina Fan Fiction ❯ History ❯ History ( Chapter 1 )

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“Speaking”
‘Thinking’

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Love Hina:

History

By: Hawker-748


‘Those who do not learn the mistakes of history are fated to repeat them,’ Keitaro Urashima read silently in his textbook. ‘Or rather, ‘those who do not learn the mistakes of history are fated to do poorly in the history section of the entrance exam…’ This thought brought a grim smile to the face of the ronin as he poured over his history book, struggling to remember all of the seeming endless dates and events that might be important. ’Japanese history, Chinese history, American history, European history… How are people expected to learn so much about so many places over so long?’ he asked himself miserably. ‘I have trouble remembering what I had for breakfast yesterday, never mind how many wives King Henry the Eighth had…’

Keitaro took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly, wondering why he was forcing himself to learn all of this. ‘Oh right, what you’ve wanted to do almost all of your life, get accepted into … It sure isn’t because I enjoy cramming like this… Though, it’s nice to have someone to study with.’

Glancing up over the table, Keitaro saw the faces of his study partners, Naru Narusegawa and Mutsumi Otohime. Naru was prepping for her second attempt at the entrance exam, and for Mutsumi, her forth. Despite each of their respective failures, the three friends were undeterred in their desire to be admitted into ’s most prestigious institute of higher learning. Keitaro was doubly glad for the study group, as not only was he able to do better with Naru’s coaching, but it allowed him the chance to spend more time with her. He’d realized some time ago that he’d fallen for the feisty brunette, and while he might not have had much success on the romantic front, the studying allowed him to spend more time with her.

Of course, Keitaro didn’t have any objections to the presence of the other girl either; the watermelon obsessed Okinawan, who also had a strange penchant for nearly dying on a regular basis, was also beautiful and Keitaro liked being with her as well. She’d even given him his first kiss when they’d washed up on the shores of after getting lost at sea in a raft. However, any romantic atmosphere that might have existed had been instantly shattered when he’d realized that Naru had witnessed the kiss.

Keitaro had chased after Naru when she’d run away, finally catching up to her, and had been on the verge of telling her how he felt when a fishing boat had appeared out of nowhere. Embarrassed, both had acted as if nothing had happened, keeping silent until they’d finally arrived at their destination, culminating in Mutsumi giving Naru a kiss just because she felt like it.

When Tama-chan buzzed next to his head, Keitaro got another reminder of the journey to Okinawa, the flying hot spring turtle a gift from Mutsumi at the end of the their time together. ‘Even after the trip was over, I wasn’t able to have much time with Naru,’ Keitaro reflected. Just when the two of them finally seemed to have found some quiet time together, the rest of the Hinata residents had caught up with them, shattering the mood, and cheerfully explaining to Keitaro that they’d raided his wallet to finance their trip. Keitaro felt his lips curling up in a smile at the memory. ‘It might have cost me all my savings, but I wouldn’t trade those memories for all the money in the world…’

Feeling his spirits rise significantly, Keitaro immersed himself back in his studies, determined to finally remove his ‘ronin’ status. He kept himself riveted to his textbook, absorbing every date, location and event he encountered. He lost all track of time, getting swept up in the recollections of the past, until he heard Naru let out an exasperated sigh. “I’m dyin’ here…”

“Naru…?”

“Sorr y Keitaro,” she apologized. “I’m just zonked out… I’m gonna have a short nap. Can you wake me in an hour?’

“Of course,” Mutsumi assured her. “You can’t study well if you’re exhausted.”

Naru gave the two of them a grateful look. “Thanks you guys.” She slid further under the kosatsu, resting her head on the cushion she’d been sitting on. “Don’t hesitate to wake me if I start snoring…”

“Of course,” Keitaro promised, earning a good natured scowl from Naru before she stuck her tongue out at him and closed her eyes, dozing off within minutes. As far as he remembered, Naru didn’t snore, but they’d only slept together that one time- ‘Okay, that’s a BAD way to think of it,’ Keitaro told himself with a shake of his head. ‘That makes it seem worse then it was…’ He and Naru HAD slept together once, but it had been in the literal meaning of the phrase, not the implied one. The same trip where they’d first met Mutsumi, Keitaro and Naru’d been forced to share a hotel room, and he’d tied himself up to keep himself from doing anything improper with Naru. Aside from noticing how pretty she was when she slept, he was quite sure that she hadn’t snored.

Letting out a breath and trying to ignore the warmth on his cheeks, Keitaro went back to his textbook, the recitation of dates and events now only occupying some of his thoughts, the rest of them devoted to bringing up images of his tenant and study partner. He concentrated on keeping his attention on the task that was mentally taxing and unpleasant, and off of the one that was less so, when Mutsumi’s pleasant voice called out to him. “Kei-kun, I’m having a little trouble with this part…”

“Oh?” Keitaro replied, grateful for the distraction. “Which part?”

“These chemistry questions.”

Keitaro grimaced. Chemistry wasn’t his strong suit either, but he took the offered question book and looked where Mutsumi had highlighted. It was a section on balancing chemical equations, something that had given him fits until very recently, and he still wasn’t all that confident in his own abilities. “I’ll try Mutsumi, but I’m not that good with these either…”

“Should I use my study aid then?”

Keitaro made an effort to not roll his eyes. Mutsumi’s ‘study aid’ was a pencil with a number written on each side. When she wasn’t sure about a question, she rolled the pencil on the table and choose the number that came up. It would have been easy to dismiss it as a childish method, but damned if it didn’t work for Mutsumi. The pencil turned up the right answer EVERY SINGLE TIME she used it, including the one time he and Naru had asked her, more as a joke than anything else, to go through a practice exam booklet.

Mutsumi had ended up scoring 100%…

When Keitaro and Naru had finally managed to pry their jaws off of the floor and double checked the answers, they’d both tried using the pencil, but when they did they NEVER got the right answer. Not even once. Astonished, they gave Mutsumi another pencil and asked her to use it and it proved just as infallible as the first one. Keitaro and Naru had repeated this with ten different pencils, and each time they did Mutsumi used it like a divining rod to find the right answer. Later, Keitaro privately wondered if Mutsumi’s uncanny luck with the pencils was a case of the universe trying to compensate for giving her such poor health.

“Why don’t we just try to figure the answer out together?”

“Okay, Kei-kun…” Mutsumi scooted over next to Keitaro so they could both see the questions. “What do I do first?”

“I think the first thing we have to balance in the equation is carbon, all those little ‘C’s’… Then the hydrogen…” Keitaro explained it as best as he could remember, and after a few false starts, and more than a few looks back to his own notes, the two of them were able to puzzle out the questions. “Do you understand now Mutsumi?”

Mutsumi nodded. “Yes Kei-kun, I get it now, thanks for your help.” She gave Keitaro one of thousand megawatt smiles.

“No problem Mutsumi, glad I could help,” Keitaro replied sincerely, his own lips turning up in a smile. ‘She’s awfully cute when she smiles,’ he found himself thinking. Belatedly, Keitaro realized just how close she was to him, not touching, but a lot closer than what most would have considered ‘friendly.’ Still, this wasn’t that unusual for her, as she more often than not liked being close to others, like the time she’d gotten into the shower with Naru-

Keitaro closed his eyes and shook his head to clear the image from his mind before he developed a nosebleed. Willing his cheeks to stop burning, Keitaro took two calming breaths and opened his eyes, and with a start realized that Mutsumi had leaned even closer to him while his eyes had been shut. “Are you alright Kei-kun?” she inquired.

“W-why do you ask?” he croaked out, feeling his heart rate start to speed up.

“You’re all red…”

“B-been working too hard, I guess,” Keitaro replied weakly.

“You should take care of yourself,” Mutsumi told him. “You don’t want to get sick…”

“I’ll try to remember that,” he assured her a nervous grin on his lips, noticing that he could feel her breath against his face.

“That’s good,” she told him with a sunny grin, before she looked away for a second, and then without warning leaned in and kissed Keitaro.

Keitaro felt his heart seize up for what felt like forever when Mutsumi’s lips pressed against his, starting back up only when she pulled back, when it pounded like a jackhammer. “M-Mutsumi…? W-what was… w-what’re…?” He couldn’t even form a coherent thought, never mind a sentence.

“Sorry Kei-kun,” Mutsumi apologized quietly. “I just… felt like doing that…” Without any further explanation or word, she scooted back to where she’d been sitting originally.

Keitaro’s mind was in turmoil, but before he had a chance to try to clear his thoughts and ask a coherent question, he nearly jumped out of his skin when Naru sat back up and yawned, stretching her hands over her head. “I guess that’s enough rest,” she told no one in particular. “Keitaro? Is something wrong?”

“Huh?”

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost…”

“I’m okay,” he squeaked out, keeping his eyes on his book, not daring to look at Naru or Mutsumi.

Naru looked at him for a moment before shrugging her shoulders and resuming her studies.

‘What the hell was that?!’ Keitaro asked himself when he managed to get his thoughts in some kind of order. As discretely as he could, he glanced over at Mutsumi; the Okinawan was engrossed in her studying, apparently completely at ease, as if nothing had happened. The way he figured it, he was rattled enough for the both of them. Forcing himself to calm down, Keitaro tried to resume his own cramming, but the kiss dominated his thoughts, and it wasn’t until they decided to end their study session for the day that he noticed that he’d been holding his book upside down.

***

Dinner that evening was it’s usual lively self, with the residents chatting amiably amongst themselves; Kitsune took her regular gleeful amusement in needling Motoko, causing the kendo-ka to turn bright crimson, especially when Keitaro’s name came up. But throughout all the hubbub, Keitaro himself sat silently, the calm eye at the center of a hurricane. Shinobu noticed his demeanor and she blushed when she found herself thinking about how mature he was acting.

But in truth, Keitaro’s thoughts were a fierce maelstrom which made the commotion at the dinner table seem like a calm sea by comparison. ‘What did she do that for?’ he asked himself for the thousandth time that day. Mutsumi had always been rather open with her feelings, and she’d never shown any hesitation in kissing before, but this time felt different to Keitaro. ‘She wasn’t very shy about it… Well, she’s hardly ever shy, but Naru was RIGHT THERE… If she’d woken up, I STILL wouldn’t have landed yet…’

Keitaro took a deep breath and a small sip of his tea in the hope that the others wouldn’t notice the blush he could feel forming on his cheeks as he found himself recalling the feel of Mutsumi’s lips pressed against his own. ‘She was so soft… She tasted like…watermelon… God, why am I reminiscing about this?!’ he raged silently. ‘It’s Mutsumi. Occasionally, she kisses people. Get used to it. Get over it.’ Setting down his mug, Keitaro noticed that it had gone quiet; looking up he belatedly realized that everyone was looking at him. “W-what…?”

“Is something wrong Keitaro?” Naru asked.

“W-why do you ask?”

“You’ve been muttering under your breath for the last five minutes,” Kitsune told him matter of factly.

Keitaro went ashen. ‘I-I said that out loud?! My God, I could get killed for that!’ “I-I’m sorry, it-it’s a study technique…”

“Study technique?” Naru wondered, arching her eyebrows.

“I read somewhere, that-that repeating things out loud helps you remember them… I was just trying to remember something I read earlier today,” Keitaro stammered.

“You weren’t mumbling when we were studying…” Naru pointed out.

“I-I was afraid it would make me look foolish…”

“Nah, it just makes you look crazy,” Kitsune replied cheerfully.

Keitaro went beet-red. “I-I didn’t mean to do it in front of everyone else…” he murmured weakly, silently congratulating himself for somehow coming up with such a plausible lie on a moments notice. ‘Living with Kitsune must be starting to rub off on me…’

“Well, if it helps with your studying, it’s probably a good thing,” Naru decided. “Even if it makes you look a little psycho…”

“I’ll never do it in front of anyone again,” assured Keitaro.

“Aww… How cute…”

“Kitsune…?”

The fox-eyed girl flashed her trademark grin, the one that guaranteed amusement at the expense of someone else. “You really think I’ll let you off that easy…?”

“…there was always the hope…”

“Sorry Keitaro, but I couldn’t live with myself if I let that go…”

‘Figures,’ Keitaro told himself. Still, if he compared it to what have could been the result, giving Kitsune more ammunition to tease him with was getting off easy. “Go ahead, it’s not like you’d listen to me if I asked you to stop…”

“If you really want me to quit, just chop your way into my room with an axe…” Kitsune told him with a smirk.

As the other residents began to chuckle at his expense, Keitaro found himself wondering if maybe telling the truth would have been the better option. Shaking his head, he resumed eating, keeping thoughts about Mutsumi out of his mind only with great effort.

***

One week later, Keitaro, Naru , and Mutsumi were back in their small study group. Much to his pleasant surprise, Keitaro discovered that he had no trouble keeping his focus; while he’d had difficulty keeping Mutsumi out of his mind for a few days after the kiss, he’d been able to get his thinking under control. Even with her sitting across the table from him, his thoughts were on his English textbook, not fantasizing about sweeping her off her feet and kissing her, just like in the movies. ‘Guess that means I’ve smartened up,” Keitaro told himself. ‘Now, if I could only get smarter, so I wouldn’t have trouble trying to think in English…’

Keitaro read another question in the English section of his exam booklet and grimaced, silently cursing a language that could have similar sounding and looking words with such different meanings. ‘How do people understand this gibberish?’ he wondered. ‘Who decided that English would be the most important language? I don’t remember anyone asking me if it would be okay…’ Keitaro shook his head to get rid of these childish thoughts; like it or not, English was important, and if he didn’t do well in it he was sunk. Looking up from his work, he smiled inwardly at the exasperated look on Naru’s face as she studied her own English textbook; while he bore her no ill will, it made him feel a little better that even a former top national score holder could also get frustrated by the cursed foreign tongue.

“I’ll NEVER get used to English,” Naru seethed as she set her book down with a disgusted look.

“You don’t like English either?” Keitaro asked unnecessarily.

Naru gave him a withering look in reply. “You’re kidding, right…?”

Cowed, Keitaro dropped his eyes back to his own book. “Never mind…”

“It is important though,” Mutsumi spoke up for the first time.

“I know…” Naru sighed in resignation. “Doesn’t mean I like it… What do you think of it Mutsumi?”

“I’d rather it was turtlese…”

Naru’s lips curled up a little. “I expected that… Hey, do you want us to work together?”

“Work together?” Keitaro asked.

“We all work from the same book, pool our knowledge,” Naru explained.

“Okay, makes sense,” the young landlord admitted.

“Great! Scoot over next to Keitaro, Mutsumi.” Naru closed her own book and moved so that she was sitting to the left of Keitaro, her closeness making his heart skip a beat. When Mutsumi moved to Keitaro’s right, he idly wondered if he wasn’t dreaming.

Being flanked on both sides by a beautiful woman wasn’t something that Keitaro would ever object to, but he could feel himself start to perspire in spite of the cool air in the room. ‘This is… awkward,’ he thought to himself. ‘Nice, but awkward…’ Keitaro kept his eyes on his textbook, desperately trying not to notice the very pleasant presence of the two girls next to him, almost touching him as they leaned in so they could see his book. Concentrating on English conjunctions, he was able to push any potentially troublesome, albeit appealing, thoughts out of his head.

Up until the point he felt a soft hand gently resting on his right knee…

Stifling a frantic yelp, and willing himself to stay still, Keitaro couldn’t keep himself from flinching slightly when the hand slowly started moving up his leg. Quickly stealing glances at Naru and Mutsumi, Keitaro did some mental calculations and realized that his suspicion had been correct, only the Okinawan was in the right place to have her hand there. Silently blessing the blanket that he’d covered his legs with for warmth, Keitaro grit his teeth as the warm hand reached his inner thigh, his erection straining painfully to escape it’s confinement. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Naru appeared to be oblivious to what was going on just inches from her, and even Mutsumi’s face gave no indication of what she was doing.

Keitaro felt his head swim when Mutsumi gently gripped his hardness through his pants, tightening the grip on his book and pen when he was caressed through his clothing. ‘I-is she crazy?!’ he wondered deliriously. ‘N-Naru’s right here…! I-if she knew wha-Ohhh!’ He couldn’t keep himself from moaning faintly when she stroked him once. Keitaro desperately looked at Mutsumi. ‘St-stop that!’ he tried to tell her with his eyes. ‘You’re going to get me kill-Uhhh!’ He bit his lip to silence the cry that had threatened to be ripped from his throat when Mutsumi’s warm, slender fingers had slipped under the waistband of his boxers, brushing against his pubic hair.

“How many conjunctions can you use in a sentence anyway?”

Naru’s innocent question nearly made Keitaro jump out of his skin. “Wha-?”

“Is there a limit on how many conjunctions you can use?” Naru repeated. “I mean, how long a sentence and you make?”

“I-I don’t know,” Keitaro croaked, his heart racing a mile a minute.

“Are you okay Keitaro?” Naru asked. “You look a little pale…”

“I-I’m fine, really…” Keitaro told her weakly, nearly sobbing in frustration when he felt Mutsumi withdraw her hand. He was astonished to realize that he’d been moments away from climaxing, the heat of the experience being increased a thousand fold by the probability of being discovered. He could feel that the head of his prick was slick with pre-cum, and that being on the verge of orgasm was an exquisite torture.

“I think the rule is that you can’t make a sentence too long,” Mutsumi spoke up suddenly, causing Keitaro to whip his head around so fast he heard a ‘crack!’ “You just don’t want the sentence to get too long…”

Keitaro looked at Mutsumi as if she’d gone mad, but she wore her usual, guileless expression, smiling warmly at both Keitaro and Naru, her face betraying absolutely nothing about what she had just done. He felt an urge to demand she explain herself, but he wouldn’t discuss it in front of Naru even if the Dean of Tokyo University Admissions personally promised to enroll him if he did. Mutsumi seemed to pay no attention to the accusing look Keitaro gave her, her expression surprisingly cute as she concentrated on her textbook. “Pardon me, I’ll be right back…” Keitaro murmured.

“Excuse me?” Naru asked.

“Need to go… Bathroom…” Keitaro replied in a daze, standing carefully and using his hands to subtlety conceal the prominent bulge in his pants. He left the room as quick as he could without actually running, Naru’s question to Mutsumi about the use of semi-colons not even registering with him as he went through the door, making a bee-line to the bathroom. Once inside the washroom Keitaro locked the door and hurriedly undid his button and zipper, desperately pulling down his pants and boxers, and immediately took hold of his erection and started stroking. Breathing through tightly clenched teeth, Keitaro kept his eyes closed, an image of Mutsumi laying naked on the table, her face twisted in pleasure, her breasts undulating in time as he took her roughly, filling his mind.

With a shudder and an arching of his back, a soft groan coming from the back of his throat, Keitaro felt himself fire off three quick jets of his warm essence. Breathing deeply and feeling a head rush of endorphins from his orgasm, Keitaro took a look at the sticky mess on his hand and a wave of guilt and astonishment washed over him. It wasn’t the first time he had pleasured himself while thinking of one of the girls, Naru and Kitsune were staples of his fantasy life, with Motoko making more than the occasional appearance as well, but this one had been particularly vivid. From the way it had felt and the amount of seed he’d fired off, the sensation had been especially intense. ‘What-what the HELL was that?!’ he asked himself after his head cleared enough for him to think. ‘What was she thinking? Why did she do that? A kiss is one thing, but that?’

As his head continued to clear, Keitaro absently cleaned himself up with tissues, taking care to wipe away all traces of what he’d done and insure that there was no evidence of what had happened for the next person to use the washroom to discover. ‘I can’t believe I let myself get swept up like that. With Naru right there…’ Thinking about his long time study partner made him feel guiltier; he knew it was strange that he felt guilt over thing about Mutsumi or any other girl when he masturbated, but to him it felt like he was betraying her.

‘Betraying her?’ his psyche asked him. ‘It’s not like you’ve moved any closer together, even after all you’ve done together… And you know she’s probably thinking of Seta when she’s fingering herself, right?’

Keitaro smacked himself across the face as an unbidden image of a naked Naru, on her back, her legs splayed wide, hissing Seta’s name as her fingers worked feverishly between her legs, appeared in his mind. The depressing, but still fiercely erotic sight was driven away as Keitaro once again tried to sort out his feelings for his two fellow ronins. Once his thinking was back under control, Keitaro washed his hands carefully and flushed the toilet, making sure he looked composed before he left the washroom. Upon reaching his own room, neither Mutsumi or Naru looked up at his arrival, both of them engrossed in English.

Returning to his place at the table, Keitaro opened his book again, taking a second to glance at Mutsumi. As before, there was no sign of what had happened, or what she was thinking on her pretty face. ‘The two of us’ll talk later,’ he vowed silently before he resumed his own scholastic endeavors. But he didn’t get a chance to talk to Mutsumi in private that day, and indeed it would be some time before he would have a chance to express how he felt.

***

Economics.

A dry, boring subject, seemingly designed to serve no other purpose than curing the insomnia of those who were unfortunate enough to have to study it’s ins and outs. While the cornerstone of its teachings, supply vs. demand, was an easy enough concept to grasp, the various types of economic systems were duller than the last; capitalism, consumerism. Marxism, socialism, neo-socialism… It was enough to want to make Keitaro want to give away all his worldly possessions and live as a hermit in the mountains. ‘No wait, there’s probably a system for that too…’ he reasoned. ‘Hermitism, or something like that…’

Stifling an exasperated snarl, Keitaro took a moment to take a look at his usual study partners. Both Naru and Mutsumi looked as thrilled with the subject of economics as being told that they needed to undergo extensive root canals. Keitaro found his gaze lingering on the watermelon obsessed girl a little longer that it had used to. While he’d been able to brush aside the memory of her kissing him without much trouble, he was having a harder time casting the near hand job out of his mind.

“I HAD to use the word ‘harder’ didn’t I…’ he chastised himself, squirming a little in his seat. As was becoming uncomfortably familiar to Keitaro, just being in Mutsumi’s presence now put his prick on a hair trigger setting. All it would take was a quick recollection of the warmth of her hand, or a memory of what she looked like in a bra and panties to prompt an instant erection. While there was always the option of excusing himself to the washroom to take care of things himself, Keitaro was worried that Naru would notice that he was pitching a tent and leap to the wrong conclusions. ‘It wouldn’t be wrong in this case,’ Keitaro admitted to himself.’ ‘I haven’t been this turned on since… well… the LAST time Mutsumi was here…’

Keitaro desperately wanted a chance to privately ask Mutsumi what, if anything, she’d been thinking, but he hadn’t been able to find an opportunity. He found himself discretely running his eyes over her clothed form, carefully studying every curve and valley with far more intensity than he’d ever devoted to his textbooks. ‘God, she’s so sexy!’ he thought for the countless time. ‘Even Kitsune doesn’t have a body like that… They’re so big, and firm. Hell, Naru’s hardly an A cup herself,’ he acknowledged, quickly casting his eyes over her before returning to the girl who’d haunted his thoughts and dreams in recent weeks. ‘But she can’t compare to Mutsumi…’

Keitaro’s contemplation of one of the most important subjects in the history of man was interrupted by a knock at the door. It slid aside to reveal Shinobu, the resident chef with a fresh pot of water for tea. But as it turned out, she had another task beyond refreshment replenishment. “Naru, there’s a call for you. It’s your mom…”

“Thanks Shinobu,” Naru replied, setting down her book, standing and stretching, her joints creaking at the movement. “I’ll be right down…”

“Why didn’t she call your cell?” Keitaro asked in curiosity.

Naru gave him a half smile. “Economics Keitaro,” she stated, nodding at her textbook. “It’s cheaper for both of us if she calls here…”

“Makes sense,” Keitaro replied, nodding sagely.

“Be back in a bit,” Naru told her study partners as she walked to the door.

“No need to hurry back on our account,” Mutsumi responded sweetly. Naru nodded in reply and walked out, closing the door as she left.

Keitaro set down his book and let out a breath, taking a few seconds to organize his thoughts. “Mutsumi,” he began, lifting his head to look at her. “We need to ta-Mmmmpphh!” The rest of Keitaro’s planned speech went unheard as Mutsumi appeared to materialize next to him and immediately began kissing him, her slender fingers reaching for his button and zipper.

“M-Mutsumi, w-what’re you do-” Keitaro’s desperate question was cut off when Mutsumi eagerly pressed her lips back up against his, her tongue lancing into his mouth like a striking cobra. He was able to force out a gasp when he felt her undo his pants with a speed that astonished him, quickly opening them and pulling down his boxers, allowing his aching prick to spring free. Without a moments hesitation, or giving Keitaro a chance to resist, Mutsumi moved her lips from Keitaro’s and lowered her head to his lap, effortlessly taking the head of his cock into her warm mouth, her tongue swirling around the sensitive head.

Keitaro felt himself slump backwards, managing to catch himself on his elbows, leaving him reclining while Mutsumi quickly bobbed her head up and down, her lips wrapped tightly around his cock. He felt his head spin from the pleasurable combination of wetness and heat that surrounded him most sensitive part, Mutsumi’s relentless efforts rapidly pushing him towards his peak. His vision hazy, Keitaro looked over at the door, expecting Naru to walk in any second to find Mutsumi sucking his cock, his own face flushed and twisted into a grimace that might have looked funny in other circumstances.

This thought sent a fresh rush of adrenalin into Keitaro’s system that made him shudder, his elbows sliding on the floor until he was on his back, staring helplessly at the ceiling, any thoughts of protesting or resisting withering on the vine. The idea of being discovered sent an unexpected thrill through Keitaro as he heard his breathing go shallow, his climax imminent. “M-Mutsumi… Hunnh! I-I’m clo-Uhhh!! close…”

Mutsumi moved her head even faster, her cheeks drawn inward as she greedily sucked Keitaro’s cock, easily taking his entire length in her mouth. As far as Keitaro could tell, although he had no experience to draw on, she seemed to be making an effort to get it over with quickly; while she may have had the nerve to try something this brazen, she wasn’t foolish enough to take too much time doing it. Even if she was rushing, it felt incredible to Keitaro and he idly wondered how much better it would be if she was able to take her time doing it.

Every real or imagined sound from the hallway made Keitaro flinch, and he prayed to any gods that were listening, and who wouldn’t smite him on principle for what was happening, for just a few more seconds of privacy. Finally, after what couldn’t have been longer than a few minutes, Keitaro let out a cry which he silenced with his left forearm as he felt himself fire off a volley of his semen into Mutsumi’s waiting mouth. He lay there helpless as she swallowed all of it and kept his prick in her mouth until he’d gone flaccid, before she easily tucked him back into his boxers and did up his pants. He dreamily watched her sit up and take a sip of her tea when Naru opened the door, nearly giving Keitaro a coronary.

“Economics putting you to sleep too, Keitaro?” Naru asked cheerfully.

Keitaro felt himself blush, just managing to silence a terrified yelp. “N-Naru!” he squeaked.

“You remembered my name,” she replied dryly. “Gold star for you…”

Keitaro sat up in a lurch, noticing with disbelief that Mutsumi looked completely placid, and locked eyes with Naru, waiting for the inevitable. But when Naru simply sat down and reopened her textbook, Keitaro let out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. ’She-she doesn’t know what happened…’ he realized deliriously. ’Hell, I’m not sure what happened…’

“Something wrong Keitaro?” Naru asked. “You look a little flushed…”

“J-just a little warm…” he stammered.

“Wanna open a window?“

“S-sure…” With a listless gait Keitaro got up and walked to the window, taking three tries to release the catch, opening it and trying to use the fresh air to calm his nerves and clear his head. He made his way back to the table and sat down, wondering how Mutsumi could be so nonchalant about what had happened.

Forcing himself to calm down, Keitaro tried to focus on his studies. But every time he reached for his tea, his hands shook so badly that he ended up sloshing the liquid all over the table and himself.

***

“Is something wrong Keitaro?”

“Huh?”

“What’s bothering you?”

“Why-why do you think…?”

“You just put white-out in your coffee…”

Keitaro stopped the cup less than an inch from his lips, his face twisting in a look of disgust. Setting his mug down he spared a glance over at the source of his anxiety, Mutsumi Otohime. It had been three weeks since she’d, well, blown him while Naru was out using the phone, and Keitaro still had no idea what to think. It had been a feverish experience, the pleasure at war with the risk of being caught, added with the sheer improbability of it, and it was no wonder that Keitaro didn’t know how to deal with it.

‘How can she be so damn casual about it?!’ he raged to himself. ‘I’m going crazy here, but she’s as cool as a cucumber…’ Since it had happened, Keitaro had found himself thinking of Mutsumi more and more; not just innocent thoughts either, but vivid, explicit fantasies that made him beet-red and would have earned him a beating from Naru or Motoko.

“You sure you’re all right?” Naru asked again, her pretty face marred by worry.

Keitaro forced himself to smile sheepishly, pushing a mental image of taking Mutsumi on the dining room table while the residents looked on out of his consciousness. “I guess I’ve been studying too hard. It coulda been worse…”

“Oh?”

“I didn’t put milk on my notes…”

Naru let out a chuckle and the tension in the room seemed to evaporate. “That’s true,” she admitted with a smile. “Maybe you should take a break?”

“Nah, I’ll be okay… But stop me if you see me trying to eat my notes, okay?”

“Deal,” Naru replied with a grin before she returned her attention to her own studies.

Taking a deep breath, Keitaro attempted to do the same, but as he looked over the page he realized that he couldn’t recall reading even a single word. Resisting an urge to gnash his teeth in frustration, Keitaro flipped back a few pages and started over, vainly trying to keep his mind focused on his geography text, but as he read about hills and valleys, he couldn’t stop himself from thinking of Mutsumi.

‘I need to talk to her, ask her WHY…?’ All of Keitaro’s attempts to get a chance to talk with Mutsumi in private had been fouled, either by bad luck or a sudden appearance of another resident. He hadn’t been able to talk to her about the kiss she’d given him, never mind going down on him. The trouble was he had no valid reason to speak privately with her and making a blatant attempt to do so would cause more problems then it would solve. ‘There’s no way I could possibly explain THIS to Naru…’

Keitaro looked up just enough to see Naru gazing intently at her own book, and he felt his lips curl up a little. Despite everything that had happened with Mutsumi, Keitaro knew that his feelings for Naru hadn’t changed.; he figured that he was in love with her, even though all of his recent fantasies had starred Mutsumi. He was sure that he didn’t want his feelings to change, but he was thinking more and more about the girl recently. ‘If we could talk, even for a few minutes, I-I could sort out what I feel…’

Keitaro’s musings were cut off when he heard Naru yawning. Clenching his teeth to keep from yawning himself, Keitaro saw her put her glasses on the table and rub the bridge of her nose. “Is something wrong?”

She shook her head. “No, I’m just zonked out. I’m gonna take a nap. Don’t let me go longer than an hour, okay?”

“No problem…” Keitaro replied, his mouth suddenly dry, realizing what had happened the last time Naru’d taken a nap. His eyes flicked over to Mutsumi; she appeared to be lost in her scholastic endeavors, not even looking up at Naru. ‘Keep busy Mutsumi,’ Keitaro called out silently. ‘Until we talk, just-just keep away…’

Sliding halfway under the kosatsu, Naru rolled up her cushion and laid her head on it, closing her eyes and going still, only the rise and fall of her chest giving any indication she was alive. Keitaro kept his eyes riveted to his text, doing his best to make up for the time he’d lost thinking of other things, keeping his goal of getting into Tokyo University foremost in his mind as a motivator.

He’d lost track of time cramming facts into his mind when he heard a rustling sound; Keitaro looked up, thinking that perhaps Naru had woken up, but he nearly freaked out when he saw that Mutsumi had moved next to him and she was reaching out for an embrace. His yelp of surprise was silenced when Mutsumi’s lips pressed tightly against his own, her tongue easing into his mouth and rubbing up against his.

Desperately casting his eyes towards Naru, Keitaro silently offered prayers of thanks that she was asleep before he made an effort to push Mutsumi back. He ended up with twin handfuls as he accidentally groped her, his eyes going wide when he realized that she wasn’t wearing a bra. Keitaro felt a faint moan coming from Mutsumi’s throat at the same time two hard points began pressing against his palms. He noticed with surreal clarity that she was actively pushing herself against his palms as she slid her right hand down his back and grasped the edge of his shirt, tugging it clear of his pants and then slowly rubbing his exposed back. Keitaro felt his eyes bulging as he realized that his prick had gone rigid, Mutsumi’s warm hand sending shivers up his spine, the wonderful fullness of her breasts pressed against his hands.

‘This is insane! She’s insane!’ Keitaro thought, half crazed. ‘Naru’s right there! If-if she wakes up, I’ll die of starvation before I land!’ Looking to his left, Keitaro saw that Naru was still asleep, blissfully unaware of what was going on just a few feet away. ‘I-I can’t do this, I-I’m in love wi-Ohhh!-N-Naru…’ When Mutsumi reached down with her left hand and began stroking his erection through his pants, Keitaro stifled a sob of frustration. He could feel his resistance crumbling like a sandcastle in the path of a tsunami, and he found himself returning the kiss, now starting to knead and squeeze Mutsumi through her blouse.

With his head spinning, Keitaro cast one last desperate look towards the first girl he’d ever come to care for. ‘N-Naru, I-I’m sorry…’ She was still sleeping, and was unable to strengthen his ability to resist. With the final barrier breached, Keitaro let go of Mutsumi’s breasts and moved his hands to her legs, grasping her knees and slowly easing them up their creamy smooth length, hiking up her skirt as he went. He savored the feel of her thighs as he fingers gently brushed over them, stopping only when he reached her panties. By now Mutsumi had undone his button and zipper, pulling aside his pants and boxers and exposing his turgid erection. Keitaro responded by moving his right hand to the front of the older girls panties, rubbing her gently through the fabric and discovering that they were already drenched from excitement.

Mutsumi startled Keitaro when she suddenly broke off the kiss and pushed herself to her feet; for a panicked second, he thought that Naru had woken up, but Mutsumi simply hiked up her skirt and took a step forward. Using her right elbow to hold the garment up, she pulled aside her panties and Keitaro got a brief look at her shaven slit before she placed her left hand on his right shoulder to steady herself as she lowered herself onto him, his prick effortlessly slipping between her swollen lips and into her warm, moist, and very tight passage.

Keitaro clenched his teeth and sounded like he was trying to stifle a scream after stubbing his toe. The rush of sensation was almost overwhelming, with the scent of Mutsumi’s shampoo as she rested her head on his shoulder, tracing her tongue along his neck sent even more heat blazing through his system. He moved his hands to Mutsumi’s hips, holding onto her tightly as he found himself instinctively pushing up against her as she wrapped her legs around her waist. He embrace would have been more appropriately called a bear hug, her large breasts pushed up against his chest, her hard nipples noticeable even through two layers of clothing.

The two of them held each other tightly, neither really moving, just savoring the warmth and closeness of the other. After a minute or so Mutsumi lifted her head and the two of them looked each other in the eyes, Keitaro feeling as if he could drown in her limpid pools. Her lips were parted, her warm breath caressing his face, a blush on her cheeks, and a bead or two of perspiration on her upper lip.

For Keitaro, nothing in the world was more important than finding out what that sweat tasted like.

Mutsumi and Keitaro crushed their lips together as they began to rock in unison, Keitaro’s hardness slowly sliding in and out of Mutsumi as the two of them moved. Keitaro could feel beads of sweat appearing on his forehead and shoulders, slowly tracing down his skin as it attempted to cool him. He then let go of Mutsumi with his right hand and moved it between them, squeezing her left breast through her blouse, gently grasping her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. Mutsumi broke off the kiss and bit his right shoulder, desperately trying to keep from crying out.

“Hunhh…huunnhh…hunh…”

Keitaro clenched his teeth as his breathing deepened while he continued to ram his aching prick deeper into Mutsumi. Glancing over to his left he could see Naru still sleeping, ignorant of what was happening practically within arm’s reach. Every little pant, gasp, or whimper made Keitaro flinch, but the unthinkable risk of what was going on rocketed the experience from ‘torrid’ to ‘white-hot.’ He heard Mutsumi let out a faint whine and he looked back to her, saw that her eyes and lips were both clenched shut. Continuing to caress her with his right hand, Keitaro used his left to pull Mutsumi’s head back towards his own, attempting to further muffle her with a kiss.

The kiss was frantic, crazed, their tongues desperately writhing together, in concert with how they were moving faster and faster. Keitaro could feel himself approaching his peak, hurriedly bucking his hips to force even more of his length into Mutsumi’s tightness. She was gripping at him with every stroke, as if reluctant to let him enter her, but even more reluctant to let him out. The heat and tension was irresistible and relentless, and Keitaro broke off the kiss and leaned his head back, his eyes rolling back in his head and desperately bringing up his right arm and biting down on it to silence himself as he fired off a volley of his seed.

As Keitaro launched a second volley, he felt Mutsumi clench at him spasmodically, and he very nearly yelled when she bit down on his shoulder hard enough that he was sure she’d broken the skin through his shirt. Mutsumi let out a whimper and started shuddering heavily as the waves of her own orgasm washed over her. The two of them held each other tightly, neither speaking, so as to not shatter the mood, and the more immediate concern of not waking Naru. When they’d both regained their senses, they shared one last languid kiss before they let go of each other and separated, both of them reaching for the box of tissues on the table. Just as Mutsumi finished wiping herself and letting her skirt drop back down, Naru woke up.

Naru let up a deep yawn and stretched, missing Keitaro’s horrified look and Mutsumi quickly moving back to where she’d been sitting. She glanced at her watch. “Guess I wasn’t as tired as I thought…” she remarked. She put her glasses back on and then looked closely at Keitaro. “Are you feeling all right?”

“Wh-why do you ask…?” he squeaked.

“You’re as white as a ghost…”

“Ju-just a little tired, that’s all,” Keitaro stammered, desperately trying to finish wiping himself with the tissues and zip back up without being too obvious about it. He willed his hands to not tremble while he cleaned, the sound of his zipper louder than a buzz saw in his ears.

“You sure?”

“I-I’ll just open a window, I feel a little… warm…”

Naru pulled her study coat tighter around herself. “If you say so…” She watched Keitaro lurch to the window, nearly breaking it in his rush to get it open. He leaned his head out and took a few deep breaths and she noticed his shoulders sagging in relief. For a second, she thought she smelled a strange odor, but she quickly put it out of her mind.

When Keitaro managed to get his heart rate down to something approaching normal, he headed back to the table, noticing once again that Mutsumi seemed to be completely composed; a brief flare of anger went through him that she could be so calm in the face of potential disaster. He took some petty satisfaction that she seemed to be shifting around frequently, as if she couldn’t sit comfortably. Sitting back down and discretely pocketing the tissues he’d used to clean himself, Keitaro attempted to resume his studies, glancing over his textbook at Mutsumi from time to time and vowing that he’d talk to her come hell or high water.

***

As it turned out, Keitaro was able to talk to Mutsumi only three days later.

Kitsune was at the teahouse with Haruka, Motoko was away on a class trip, and Su and Sarah were busy exploring Hinata sou’s hidden passages; they’d be gone for hours. The other residents were taking care of various things, and Keitaro had managed to discretely ask Mutsumi to meet him on the roof. She was currently looking up at the sky with her back to him as he came up the stairs. Keitaro felt the now familiar increase in his heartbeat, his lips twisting up in a smile as he walked stealthily behind her.

He’d been thinking a lot about how he would handle talking privately with Mutsumi, and Keitaro had decided that he would be completely honest with how he felt; as far as he was concerned, Mutsumi had been up front with him and she deserved nothing less in return. He stopped directly behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, leaning forward and kissing the side of her neck. “Mutsumi…” he whispered.

“Kei-kun…”

“Yes… ?” Keitaro felt surprised when Mutsumi gently extracted herself from his embrace. “What’s wrong?”

Mutsumi looked at him with a bittersweet smile. “Why are you doing this…?”

For Keitaro, it felt as if the world had come to a screeching halt. With a suddenly dry mouth he managed to croak out, “W-what are you talking about…?”

“We shouldn’t be like this Kei-kun,” she told him gently.

Keitaro recoiled as if he’d been slapped. “Y-you’re kidding…”

Mutsumi shook her head sadly. “I’m sorry Kei-kun… I’m not…”

He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, especially after all that had happened between them. Keitaro’s mouth opened and closed as he tried to put his thoughts into coherent sentences. “B-but what about all that h-happened?” he stammered. “A-all that we did…”

“It-it was wonderful Kei-kun… It really was… But it was a mistake,” Mutsumi added. “I-I was careless… I let my own feelings get the better of me, and now we’re paying for it.”

“M-mistake…?” Keitaro took a step back in numbed shock. He felt a sharp twisting pain in his stomach and he wondered for a moment whether he was going to throw up. But that pain was nothing compared to the lance he felt piercing his heart. “H-how can you say that…?”

“You know I’m right Kei-kun,” she replied gently but firmly. “I-I think it would be better if you and Naru study without me for a while…”

“Mutsumi, I LOVE you…” Keitaro would never remember making a conscious decision to say that, he simply told her what he felt.

“Kei-kun, you shouldn’t say things like that,” Mutsumi softly rebuked. “You love Naru, right? You should be with her…”

“I want to be with YOU!”

“Your feelings for Naru haven’t changed, have they?” Mutsumi asked. When Keitaro couldn’t reply to that, she continued. “You know I’m right Kei-kun, you’re just confused by what we did…”

“I-I don’t understand…” Keitaro whispered. Mutsumi’s smile was the same as it always was, even after their frantic encounter of only a few days past.

“You’ll realize it soon enough…” she whispered softly.

Mutsumi then walked away from Keitaro without even looking back, leaving him in a daze, leaning against the railing for support, his legs feeling like overcooked noodles. He put his head down and stayed there silently, his shoulders beginning to shake, the only sounds the faint gusts of wind and the soft splashes as his tears impacted on the tops of his hands.

***

Keitaro held a tumbler by its base with the fingertips of his left hand, swirling it gently and watching the ice cubes dance in the pale amber whiskey. The ice and the liquor caught the light and cast prisms on his hand, a few flashes reflecting off of the gold band on his ring finger. Keitaro watched the light dancing for a few moments before he brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, the chilled liquid leaving a warm trail as he swallowed it.

Setting the drink down, Keitaro brought his hand back up and slowly rotated it, watching his distorted reflection in the gold band. He used his thumb to spin it a little, imagining that he could feel the engraving on its inner edge rubbing against his skin. The ring had the initials N.N and K.U. and the date that Keitaro and Naru had been married, just over eleven years earlier. Keitaro felt his lips curl up in a smile as he recalled that day, shaking his head in amazement at how mortified he’d been after he’d accidentally stepped on Naru’s wedding gown, causing her to unwillingly display the lingerie she’d worn for the wedding night. Naru had made a show of chasing him, but when they’d finally gotten into the limo, the echo of the door closing hadn’t even faded before she’d attacked him again, this time in a way he’d never try to resist.

‘Thank God for tinted windows…’ Keitaro thought to himself with a grin. ‘But it was a scramble to get dressed again when we got to the hotel. Of course, we just ended up naked again when we got to our room.’ Picking up the tumbler and taking another sip, Keitaro wore a satisfied smirk as he recalled the two wonderful weeks of his honeymoon. ‘Pity everyone spent so much to send us to that place, we never even left the hotel… Though that’s probably where Kumiko was conceived.’

Two years after the birth of their daughter, Keitaro and Naru had been blessed with a son, Yoshi, and when he’d reached two years old, Naru had gone back to work, picking her career up right where she’d left it. Keitaro also had found success in archeology, publishing a number of papers on the lost turtle civilization and managing to balance field work with life at home. Naru had also been good at her job, and while her career didn’t have the same travel requirements as her husband, there were a few conferences a year, such as the one she was on now, and this was the reason Keitaro was drinking overpriced bar fridge scotch.

Keitaro would state, most emphatically, that his marriage to Naru was the best thing in his life, his children tying with it for sheer happiness. Sure, Naru was still a bit of a spitfire, but she’d mellowed somewhat since they’d married; she was a great mother to their children, and while neither was as young as they’d once been, their sex life was still going strong.

Keitaro’s heart rate started to quicken as he heard footsteps in the hall, and he quickly finished off his drink and walked to the door, nervous anticipation rising in him, along with a hint of guilt and shame. Naru had made reservations for a hotel in for the conference…

The hotel room Keitaro was waiting nervously in was located in Tokyo, a stone‘s throw from Tokyo University as it happened…

Seconds after the knock, Keitaro pulled the door open and looked at his visitor. “Hello Mutsumi…” His heart skipped a beat at the sight of the woman he had discovered he simply couldn’t be without, his marriage to Naru notwithstanding.

“Kei-kun.” Even more than a decade later, she was still a radiant beauty. Mutsumi stepped into the room and Keitaro quickly closed the door behind her, but not before he cast a nervous glance down the hallway, worried about witnesses. He’d never gotten accustomed to the ritual of sneaking around and he secretly hoped he never would.

It had started innocently enough seven years ago; Naru had gone away for a convention, the kids were staying with Aunt Haruka, when Mutsumi had shown up for a visit. Naru had invited her, but there’d been a mix-up over the dates and Mutsumi had shown up a week early. Not willing to send the woman all the way back to Okinawa without taking a chance to catch up with an old friend, Keitaro had offered her a room at the residence.

All Keitaro had wanted was to recollect some of the good old days with Mutsumi.

But while drinking tea, the two of them both reached for the same orange. Their fingers gently brushed against the others, they’d looked into each others eyes, and then there was a frantic, desperate rush into each others arms, clothes being pushed aside, sweat and irresistible heat, before they found themselves holding each other, waiting for their breathing to return to normal.

Keitaro was stricken by anguish; Naru was the love of his life, the mother of his children, and he’d strayed from her in a moment of stupid weakness. He was ready to call his wife and beg for forgiveness only to be stopped by Mutsumi. She wouldn’t stop apologizing as well and the two of them held each other and wept, eventually falling asleep together, soaked by each others tears.

Breakfast the following morning was silent and awkward, the two of them alone at the table, neither wanting to look the other in the eye. They started making small talk, both to fill the oppressive silence and to try to pretend that nothing had happened. Keitaro told her how his children were, about his latest dig, and Naru’s career climb. Mutsumi detailed what it was like being a teacher, and that she hadn’t managed to find that special someone in her life.

With the same hesitancy and reluctance one might show saying a final farewell to a loved one, the two of them finally took the time to talk to each other about their feelings. Admitting that he was in love with another in addition to his wife was the most difficult thing Keitaro had ever done; passing the Tokyo University entrance exam had been a cake walk by comparison. Mutsumi had told him that she was often wracked with guilt for loving the husband of a close friend. Both of them agreed that it would be better for everyone if they didn’t see each other anymore.

Mutsumi had ended up staying at the residence until the day before Naru was to return.

Upon her departure, they promised each other that this had been a one time thing, a final time together whose memory they could treasure privately.

But eight months later, when Naru left for another conference, Keitaro found himself calling Mutsumi, and history ended up repeating itself.

As Mutsumi and Keitaro walked into an embrace, Keitaro’s thumb absently began flicking against his wedding band. Once, he’d tried to take it off before kissing Mutsumi, feeling that it was an unwelcome intruder, but she’d rebuked him sharply, admonishing him for even considering taking it off. She even said that Naru wouldn’t want him to ever remove it, and the sheer insanity of that statement, considering the circumstances, almost made him laugh. He’d relented though, and in the end he found that he didn’t mind having something to remind him of his wife.

The two of them saw each other only two or three times a year, whenever Naru went away for a conference. Keitaro never considered bringing her along on a dig, as it would have affected his concentration, and he had occasionally brought Naru with him, and that made them sacrosanct. They saw each other on other times, but that was when Naru and their children were with them, and they kept their distance in those cases.

As Keitaro’s lips opened to meet Mutsumi’s, he had a brief flash of Naru’s face pass through his head. His conscience would never allow him to forget about how he was betraying his wife, but he took some comfort from the fact that it had at least learned to accept it. When their lips met, thoughts of Naru, and indeed anything else, were swept away by the immediate and pressing hunger of the moment.

Keitaro gently eased his tongue into Mutsumi’s mouth, hearing and feeling her moan softly in reply when he tenderly slid his right hand down the curve of her back to rest on her shapely rear. He carefully took a step back, gingerly pulling her along until the backs of his knees touched the edge of the bed. Breaking the kiss reluctantly, Keitaro sat down on the corner of the bed, Mutsumi taking a step forward and cradling his head against her chest, running her slender fingers through his hair.

Letting go of Mutsumi, Keitaro moved his hands to the front of her blouse, slowly unbuttoning it, starting where it was tucked into her skirt and working his way up. The creamy smooth skin of her stomach began to be gradually revealed with each button that was opened, and Keitaro ceased nuzzling her just long enough to undo all of them. Smiling down at him, Mutsumi took hold of her blouse and opened it completely, revealing a silky black lace bra, and she let the garment whisper down her shoulders to the floor. She then leaned forward and let out a contented hum when Keitaro planted soft kisses in the valley between her breasts.

Kissing, licking and sucking every exposed inch of Mutsumi’s mounds, Keitaro cupped her breasts through the silky fabric of her bra, the quickly hardening points of her nipples pressing into his palms. He continued to squeeze and caress the full, warm orbs for several minutes until he let his fingers dance along her rib cage and to her back, reaching the clasp of her bra. Keitaro fumbled with the hook for a few moments, he’d never been able to master the ability to open one quickly, finally succeeding in unfastening it. Releasing Mutsumi, he allowed her to slip out of her under garment before he hungrily latched onto her right breast, kissing the areola and flicking the nipple with his tongue before he took it between his lips and suckled greedily.

Mutsumi let out a soft cry, clasping Keitaro’s head to her chest, her head lolled back and her mouth in an open smile. She awkwardly took another step forward, moving her right leg so that her knee was resting on the bed before swinging her left one around Keitaro’s waist. Bringing her right leg around to meet up with the left, Mutsumi wrapped her legs around Keitaro, straddling him, and allowing herself to rub up against the prominent bulge in his pants. She leaned back, keeping Keitaro’s mouth in easy reach of her breasts even as she tightened the hold she had on him with her legs, sparks of pleasure shooting up her spine as her engorged and sensitive labia pressed up against Keitaro’s hardness. Her skirt had been forced out of the way, and the front of her panties were now damp from her excitement.

Keitaro could taste the beads of sweat on Mutsumi’s skin as he explored it with his tongue, determined to not miss a single square inch. He was a little surprised when Mutsumi pulled herself back up, forcing him to let go of her left nipple before she resumed kissing him feverishly, grinding up against him with a frantic urgency. She took hold of his necktie and yanked down on the knot, flinging the dark fabric accessory carelessly to the floor. Grabbing the collar of Keitaro’s shirt, she tore it open, the plastic buttons flying everywhere, practically ripping it in her haste to get it off him. When he was as topless as she was, Mutsumi wrapped her arms around Keitaro’s shoulders and held him to her as tightly as she could.

“Huff… Hfff…”

Keitaro could feel Mutsumi’s warm breath next to his ear as she ground against him, her heat obvious even through his slacks. He let himself fall backwards, bringing Mutsumi down with him, the scent of her shampoo wafting into his nose as her hair fell against his face as she ended up straddling him. Keitaro struggled to move underneath her, moving down so that he was at eye level with her breasts again, resuming his efforts to suckle them at the same time he reached down and slipped his thumbs under the waistband of her skirt and panties. He desperately worked to push them down her legs, Mutsumi assisting him a bit by lifting herself up so they were easier to remove.

When Keitaro had managed to get her panties and skirt down to her knees, Mutsumi kicked them the rest of the way off, not wasting any thoughts on where they ended up. She let out a shuddering groan when Keitaro used his tongue to trace a scorching trail from her breasts down her stomach, pausing to kiss her around her navel. Mutsumi crawled upwards a step or two, stopping when Keitaro’s breath tickled her inner thighs, a gasp escaping her lips when he kissed her there. She pursed her lips together and whimpered when Keitaro reached up and grabbed her ass, pulling her moist cleft down until it was resting against his face.

Mutsumi’s neatly trimmed pubic hair tickled Keitaro’s nose as he ran the tip of his tongue along her damp slit, picking up drops of her moisture as he went. He felt her writhing slowly as he ran his tongue along the sensitive skin, her soft cries muffled by her body resting on top of him. Keitaro slowly slid his tongue into Mutsumi, reaching in as far as he could, lapping as if drinking from a stream. His face and chin were already soaked, covered in her wetness, but this only excited Keitaro and he began to move his own hips in an attempt to reposition himself so that his erection wasn’t so painful. He pulled his tongue out from Mutsumi’s warm, wet passage, prompting her to whine at the cessation of stimulation, before Keitaro laid the tip of it against her swollen clitoris.

“Ahhh!” Mutsumi let out a shrill cry at the new sensation, breathing sharply through clenched teeth, and gripping the pillow until her knuckles were white. She ground herself against Keitaro’s face, the flat of his tongue caressing her most sensitive area, relentlessly pushing her towards the abyss. Mutsumi slumped down onto her left forearm, moving her right hand to her left breast and pinching her nipple, whimpering at the spark it sent up her spine. She felt Keitaro squeezing and rubbing her ass, pulling her dripping sex tight against his face as he took her lower lips between his and sucked on it till she was ready to scream.

Releasing the engorged lip, Keitaro took Mutsumi’s clit softly in his mouth and began sawing his teeth on it, and flicking his tongue on the pink nub. His face was drenched by his spit and Mutsumi’s fluids, but he had a new rush of wetness cover him and he had a momentary problem breathing when she thrust herself against him as hard as she could, a shuddering moan reaching his ears as she achieved orgasm. She bucked wildly against his face for a few seconds before she collapsed bonelessly on top of him, panting for breath and rocking her hips over him. Mutsumi stayed where she was for a while and Keitaro continued to lap at her, trying to clean her up until she slowly pushed herself onto her hands and knees and crawled down.

Keitaro kissed as much of Mutsumi’s skin as he could while she moved, concentrating on her nipples for the brief time they were level with his mouth. He kissed his way up her neck until her lips were within reach, and they shared a deep, languid kiss as they savored the aftermath. Giving Keitaro one last peck on the lips, Mutsumi reached down and unfastened Keitaro’s trousers and unhesitatingly pushed them and his boxers down his legs. She had a little difficulty getting them past his erection, which was hard to the point of being almost painful, but he lifted his hips to make it easier for her. Keitaro kicked the constricting clothing off his feet and held still as Mutsumi took hold of him with her right hand and positioned herself so she was straddling him, the head of his throbbing prick just touching her lips.

When Mutsumi slid down to effortlessly envelop him, Keitaro arched his back and let out a cry; the tightness was exquisite, but she was so wet that there was no need to hesitate. Upon bottoming out, Mutsumi leaned forward and the two of them shared a more frantic, probing kiss, her long hair covering the both of them like a silk sheet. Taking hold of Mutsumi’s hips, Keitaro eased his hips back and then thrust upward, her gasp breaking the kiss as she was penetrated further. She took hold of his shoulders and pushed herself up until they were just inches apart, staring into each others eyes as they began to move together, quickly finding their rhythm.

“Unnhh… Unnh…. Huunnh…”

Sweat broke out all over Keitaro’s body as he thrust up in to Mutsumi again and again, her wet, hot sheath gripping him as he moved, waves of warmth flowing through him as he tried to push even deeper inside her. She was pushing back against his intrusions, increasing the contact between them, there bodies slapping together wetly where they touched. Keitaro looked up into Mutsumi’s eyes, her face was flushed, and perspiration flowing freely on her face to her nose and chin, where it dripped down onto his face. The scent of her musk was strong in his nose, her pores having opened wide, the odor of sweat and sex was slowly saturating the hotel room and the bed sheets.

Neither of them spoke, and the only sounds were the faint whirring of the hotels circulation fans, the squeaking of bed springs, the rustle of fabric, and most noticeable, the sound of skin against skin, and a wet, sloshing sound that slowly increased in speed. Keitaro and Mutsumi’s panting and gasping was growing louder as the both of them relentlessly moved towards the inevitable. Mutsumi pushed herself up with her hands, arching her back and leaning her head back as she began to cry out, frantically moving to meet Keitaro’s thrusts, wanting nothing more than to climax again. Keitaro watched her breasts undulate in time with his hammering into her, and he let go of Mutsumi’s hips and moved his hands to cup the gyrating globes, pinching the nipples. He was maddeningly close to finishing, but he grit his teeth and held back desperately, hanging on for even a few precious seconds.

Mutsumi let go of Keitaro and grabbed at her own hair, her head lolling over and she screamed, her pussy gripping Keitaro’s cock in a vice like grip, her body spasming as she came. The look of ecstasy on her face as she climaxed was too much for Keitaro to take and with a short cry he arched his back, firing his essence deep inside Mutsumi’s grasping passage, some of it splashing against her cervix. The two of them went rigid in unison before they both collapsed, Mutsumi slumping onto a fatigued Keitaro, their sweat mingling where they touched.

They held each other tightly, neither making any attempt to separate as they both tried to catch their breath. Keitaro felt his prick going limp inside of Mutsumi, a mixture of his semen and her natural lubricant dribbling out onto the sheets, but neither wanted to end the wonderful intimacy of the moment by moving. They shared a deep kiss before Mutsumi placed her head on his chest and feel asleep, her warm breath tickling his chest.

Keitaro held her with his right hand and stroked her hair with his left, marveling how Mutsumi seemed to get even more beautiful every time he saw her. His eye caught his wedding band against her hair, and the familiar pangs of guilt returned. He knew that he shouldn’t have anything to do with Mutsumi, that he loved and was devoted to Naru, but he’d found that the prospect of not seeing the Okinawan girl was unbearable. He sighed, once again silently berating himself for falling in love with two women.

With effort, Keitaro cleared the familiar thoughts from his mind; he’d deal with them later, and for the next few days he’d think only of Mutsumi. He closed his eyes and let the tiredness that gripped him take over, though his last thought before he dozed off was an apology to his wife.

***

Naru watched the scenery whiz by through the window, her reflection superimposed over everything like a ghost. It was a very easy sight to get lost in, the mind trying to remember all the details of what had been observed for only a short time. She decided that it would be useful for someone meditating.

“Where IS that drink cart?”

…Provided they didn’t have someone like Kitsune as a traveling companion.

“Why don’t you just ask for the bottle?” Naru asked her oldest friend.

“I’m planning to,” Kitsune replied instantly.

“I figured as much…” Mrs. Urashima reclined her seat back a little and returned her gaze to the passing scenery as the train sped towards its destination, relaxing and trying to unwind. She closed her eyes, not paying attention to Kitsune ordering more booze from the cart, and was beginning to feel drowsy when she nudged her. “What’s this?” Naru asked, looking at the drink her friend was holding out.

“It’s sake. Now drink up!” Kitsune ordered. “You invited me, so let’s have some fun…”

Naru shook her head and accepted the offered drink with a smile. “Why not…?”

“That’s the spirit! Cheers!” The fox eyed girl took a sip and let out a contented sigh. “It doesn’t get any better than this… Thanks again for inviting me Naru, I‘m thrilled. Although…”

“Although what?”

“I’m not complaining, but couldn’t you could have asked someone else?”

“Like who?” Naru asked innocently.

“Keitaro, you dummy!” Kitsune scolded her friend good naturedly. “A chance to spend a week alone with your husband, with the hotel paid for, and an expense account? Hell, I’d skip the conference, have champagne sent up every day, and spend the entire week in bed…”

“We did that our last vacation” Naru deadpanned, smiling with Kitsune fumbled her drink, recovering it before she spilled any in her lap.

“Well, yeah… But you’ll be without Keitaro for a week. Won’t you be feeling, you know, irritable…?”

“Oh? Then what’s your excuse?”

“You wound me,” Kitsune stated imperiously, holding her hand over her heart. “But seriously, won’t you get lonely? It’ll just be the two of us, and you’re my best friend, but I don’t like you THAT much Naru…”

“In your dreams…”

“You mean Keitaro’s…”

Naru’s face took on a distant look as she replied. “No, I don’t think he dreams of you…” She finished her sake, refilled her cup and took a long sip.

“You sure?”

“I am…”

“You asked him…?” Kitsune teased.

Naru took another sip and thought about her answer for a moment before replying. “No, but I just know…”

“They say the wife is always the last to know…”

“Not this time…”

“Right, right…” Kitsune crowed. “I bet he’s invited Shinobu to come see him. They’re probably declaring their love as we speak…” Naru’s friend had a starry look in her eyes.

For a second, Naru’s eyes flashed dangerously, but the look passed so quickly that Kitsune was sure she must have imagined it. Naru took another sip and appeared to be lost in thought, before nodding to herself as if she’d come to a decision. “Tell you what Kitsune,” she stated. “I’ll tell you WHY I don’t have to worry…”

“You fitted him with a chastity belt before you left?”

Naru shook her head. “It kept chafing him,” she deadpanned. “Nothing so crude...”

“Then what?”

“I-I just know what will happen when I’m gone…”

“And that is…?

“He’ll spend some time with Mutsumi…”

Kitsune started to chuckle, but her laughter died when she saw the look on her friends face. “Y-you’re serious…?”

“I am… He spends his time with Mutsumi, not Shinobu…”

“M-Mutsumi?! Keitaro and Mutsumi?!” Kitsune sputtered. “Th-they’re having an AFFAIR?!”

“I guess you could say that,” Naru admitted.

Kitsune stared at Naru as if she’d gone mad. “She’s seeing Keitaro?”

“Probably as we speak.”

“And you haven’t killed her? Or him?!”

Naru looked her friend straight in the eye. “I owe her…”

“What, she lent you a few bucks, so she gets to nail Keitaro?!” Kitsune nearly shrieked, desperately trying to stay somewhat discrete. “Hell, Shinobu or Motoko would be happy to get a piece of that, never mind what their husbands thought…”

“Do you want to know why?” Naru asked calmly. “Or do you want keep acting stupid?”

Kitsune bit back her initial reply. “Go ahead…”

“Keitaro and Mutsumi started something long ago, before we were married, even before we got into University” Naru stated. “You remember, that was back before I realized how I felt for him…”

“Yeah, I remember,” Kitsune remarked with a nod. “Sorry, keep going…”

“As I was saying, I couldn’t bring myself to make a move, I was just idling,” Naru continued. “Mutsumi didn’t. She knew what she felt and she acted on it… He was hers, Kitsune, she’d won, it should have been over…”

“What happened?”

“They were on the roof talking, I was in one of the rooms below. I had the window open, and I heard them… K-Keitaro told Mutsumi he loved her,” Naru confided to her friend. “I should have lost him right there, but Mutsumi told him no… She let him go Kitsune, and told him he should be with me…” Naru finished off her cup and let Kitsune refill it before continuing. “She loved him, but she sacrificed her own happiness for me, her friend. That’s what I owe her Kitsune. Keitaro, our marriage, our children, they’re all because she put me before her.”

“That was… noble of her,” Kitsune decided. “But how does that lead to them seeing each other?”

“About eight years ago Mutsumi and I went drinking together to catch up on old times. She’d admitted that she’d never found the man she could love, but really, she’d had one and let him go,” Naru told her friend. “I guess I just decided that I could try to give her a little happiness. I invited her over to visit, and I ‘accidentally’ made a scheduling error and left Keitaro alone with her. I guess one thing lead to another…” Naru took another sip, feeling a weight lifting from her shoulders as she confided to her friend.

“Jesus,” Kitsune breathed. “Does Keitaro know?”

“No, he’d be horrified if he found out… But really, he couldn’t hide it if he tried. He isn’t very careful, using his credit card to pay for everything.” Naru shook her head ruefully. “He really is pretty clueless about keeping secrets. I go to these conferences a few times a year, and Mutsumi gets to have Keitaro for that time. It’s the least I can do for her, considering all that she did for me. I can’t ever repay what I owe, but this eases my conscience a little.”

“You’re okay with Keitaro screwing around?” Kitsune asked incredulously.

“ONLY with Mutsumi, so don’t even THINK about it Kitsune,” Naru warned. “And there are a few perks to the arrangement…”

“Like WHAT?”

“When we get back, Keitaro’ll be waiting with the largest bouquet of flowers you’ve ever seen, and he’ll give me a spinning hug, right on the platform,” Naru explained. “Then we’ll go out for dinner, maybe dancing too, then a nice hotel. We’ll make love for hours, and he’ll hold me tight, constantly telling me he loves me. It’ll be incredible, I LOVE coming back from these trips…”

Kitsune pounded back her drink and regarded her oldest friend for a few minutes, seeing her with clearer, less naïve eyes. “Christ Naru,” she murmured when she finally spoke. “I never knew you were such a manipulative bitch…”

Naru smiled warmly at Kitsune. “Coming from you, that’s high praise.” She finished her drink and set down her glass, closing her eyes and leaving Kitsune alone with her thoughts and the sake while she feel asleep with a smile on her face, dreaming of her husband.

End of History.

Thanks go out to Rx7 and Fatuous One for looking this thing over and making some valuable suggestions.

That said, all mistakes are my fault, not theirs.