RahXephon Fan Fiction ❯ Compensation ❯ Access ( Chapter 2 )

Compensation

 

By: A-Z Mark II

 

Notes: Don't own. Rated NC-17/X (depending on your preference)

 

Chapter 2: Access

-

Ayato looked around his room. It could be worse, I suppose. At least this is familiar. he thought, seeing the classical Japanese design to the old house where Professor Rikudoh lived with his two nieces. Ayato recalled the initial meeting with the younger Shitow sister. It hadn't been pretty, and had served to reinforce his low opinion of TERRA.

In fact, his first thought about the girl had been about her being just like her sister, Haruka. His second thought had been that she was, in fact, like her sister: she was damned hot. Not to mention my age range. he admitted to himself. His meeting with Professor Rikudoh had calmed him some, seeing as the old man had been - to his view, anyway - normal. And it hadn't hurt any when he had firmly told Megumi to show him around and to be nice.

So, Megumi had done just that. For nearly two hours, they walked around, with Megumi pointing out different areas and places, even if it was with a sullen attitude. Ayato had calmed down since his visit with Sayoko, but even so, the attitude of the girl had gotten on his nerves. So, when Megumi had complained about him living in their house, he had decided enough was enough. “Fine! I'll find my own place to stay!” he has snapped, exasperated with her hostility. Spinning on his heel, he turned back toward the modern city that was Kanai.

He had stopped cold when he heard the sound of a body falling, accompanied by a soft oomph! from the girl. “Wait!” she had said, picking herself up and rubbing her lower back. “Don't go.” she said, her tone different from before.

“Why not?” asked Ayato, no longer peeved, but still distrustful.

“You can't leave.” said Megumi, sighing as her shoulders drooped a little. “Not because of me.” she said quietly. Ayato's eyes narrowed slightly.

“Again, why not? It's pretty clear that neither you nor your sister want me here, and I have to say that I am not exactly jumping with joy to be rooming with two of TERRA's finest.” he said, the last part carrying distinct traces of sarcasm. Megumi flinched slightly.

“That's not true.” said Megumi softly, turning away from him. “Haru at least wants you here.” she added, even softer. Ayato frowned at that.

“What do you mean by that?” he wondered, genuinely confused. Why would Haru want me here? wondered the man. Megumi waved it off.

“It doesn't matter.” she said. “Just please don't leave because of me, or something I say or do.” she asked him. Ayato was surprised at the change in her tone and bearing. For several moments, he wondered what it could be that would make her like this. Suddenly, an answer hit him dead center.

“You don't get along with your sister, do you?” he asked the younger Shitow.

“I get along with Haru.” she replied immediately. “It's just…” she shook her head. “Never mind.” she said. “Family stuff, you know?” Unwillingly, he nodded.

“I have some `family stuff' of my own.” he admitted. Megumi looked up at him when she heard that.

“Really?” she asked, surprised. Ayato quirked one corner of his mouth.

“Really.” he replied. Everyone does, most likely. he thought. Megumi opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by a sudden, tropical downpour. Both teens sprinted for the nearest shelter, which was a ways back down the twisty road.

It was the first time that Ayato really noticed the outfit that Megumi had on. Or, more accurately, the top she had on. It was a loose tube around her chest, held in place by a simple string tied behind her neck. As she ran, he noticed her developing rack bouncing, and from time to time, he could catch glimpses of the smooth, rounded undersides of her modest tits. She wears that a lot? he wondered. His dick twitched at the thought.

Reaching the small store, Megumi took a drink, swiping a card through a reader as she did so. Soaked from the heavy rain, she brushed her dripping hair back from her face as she opened the bottle and took a drink. Ayato could feel water dripping from his own hair, but ignored it in favor of watching the younger Shitow. She and Haru can't be full sisters. he thought. Too much difference in height, build, hair, skin, eyes…they are sisters, but not full sisters. he realized. Wonder if the mother or the father is the common element?

His detailed examination of Megumi was disrupted by a group of four girls walking past, umbrellas up. Seeing Megumi standing there, soaked, with an equally-wet Ayato, they began to talk as if they couldn't be heard by the two they were discussing. “Hey, there's Megumi! Wonder what the dropout is doing out here, soaking wet?” said one girl spitefully.

“Probably `entertaining' her boyfriend.” replied another girl.

“I always thought that she was a bit too popular with the older girls.” opinioned a third.

“Well, her boyfriend looks like a dropout, too.” contributed the fourth.

“He's probably her `sponsor', if you get my meaning!” giggled the first. Glancing at Megumi, he saw her hand clenched into a fist as she stared straight ahead as if the girls weren't there. He watched the girls move on down the road.

“Bitches.” he snorted indelicately. “I see that hasn't changed, anyway.” he added. Megumi blinked at him. “What? You didn't think that it was any different in Tokyo Jupiter, did you?” he asked her, smiling a little. Seeing her silent, wide-eyed look, he stretched before extending his arms and framing a bit of the clouded sky with his fingers. “Wish I had my equipment.” he muttered.

“You're a photographer?” she guessed. Ayato shook his head.

“Painter.” he said simply. “This sky is phenomenal. The shades of grey and white stacked over the dark blue and green of the sea, the faint bit of sheen off the falling rain…it would be a real challenge to capture such a thing with paint.” he said, his mind on his visual. His debate over how best to capture such a complex image was derailed by her giggle. “What?” he asked her, dropping his arms and turning to look at her directly. She had one hand near her mouth, and her shoulders were twitching as she tried to suppress her mirth.

“I just never figured you for a painter.” she managed. “You went to an art school or something?” she guessed. He shook his head.

“No, just a regular high school.” he replied. “I always liked painting; I was in the art club.” he said softly. Pushing aside the memories of his friends, he turned to face Megumi when he felt her nudge his arm. Looking at her, he saw that she was offering him the last third of her drink.

“Ayato, can we start over?” she asked him, smiling softly. “I think we got off to a bad start.” she said. Ayato took the bottle from her.

“I think we can at least try.” he said, bringing the bottle to his lips. Instead of the drink, he got nothing. Frowning, he lowered the bottle. Seeing his look, Megumi began to laugh.

“You have to hook that marble between the two knobs, Ayato!” she explained, amused by his ignorance. “Otherwise, it falls down and seals the opening.” she elaborated unnecessarily. Ayato saw the problem and was swiftly drinking from the bottle. Megumi watched him, smiling to herself.

“Thanks for the drink.” he said, handing her the empty bottle. As she turned to put it back, let the other shoe drop. “And the kiss.” he added. Megumi froze, realizing that she had just shared a drink with him.

-

That evening had been interesting, as well. He had been sitting in his room, wondering what was next, when he had heard movement from the suitcase that Quon had given him. Opening it, he had discovered his and Haruka's cat, Buchi, in there. How she got him and convinced him to stay in there is beyond me. thought Ayato, rubbing Buchi's chin, to his immense approval.

But, as cats are wont to do, he had abruptly leapt out of the suitcase and darted out the small opening in Ayato's not-quite-shut door. “Buchi!” he called after the cat, not really having any expectation that the cat would listen. “What is it with cats and women that they never listen?” he muttered, jumping up to chase the small feline. “Buchi, get back here!” he called again, seeing a flash of color vanish down the stairs.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, he heard the sounds of someone at the entrance. Wonder if the Professor has visitors? he wondered, turning the corner to see Haruka holding the cat, who had apparently jumped into her arms, his front claws pulling her strapless tube top down, giving him another look at the strapless bra the woman wore. Hearing his footsteps on the polished wood floor, Haruka opened her eyes and blinked.

“Ayato.” she breathed.

“Haruka.” he said, feeling conflicted. Having made peace with Megumi earlier, he had been thinking about his actions toward the older Shitow sister. He had been thinking that he had over-reacted earlier and that maybe he should give her another chance. And now, here she is. Makes sense, I suppose; she does live here, after all. he reasoned. Well, if this is fate, then so be it. “Welcome home.” he said, his tone neutral.

“T…thank you, Ayato.” she replied. He could tell that she had been drinking, but she wasn't drunk. No, drunk was what her friend was.

“Who's that?” wondered the young man, pointing to the giggling woman slumped on the floor. “Does she live here, too?” he wondered. Haruka blinked.

“Oh! No, this is my friend, Elvy Hadhiyat. She's with TERRA, but not in our…I mean, my division.” said the Captain. “We've known each other for a while now.” said the Intelligence Captain.

Hearing her name seemed to focus the drunk woman somewhat. Managing to sit up, she spotted Ayato. “Hey, you're cute!” she said, licking her lips. “Want to practice landing maneuvers with me?” she invited, her eyes bright with drunken lust. Ayato looked at Haruka, raising an eyebrow.

“Well, she certainly is friendly.” he said. From behind him, he heard the sound of fast, light steps on the stairs, as well as slower, measured steps. Probably Megumi and the Professor, he thought, turning to look. Yep. he confirmed.

“Haru, where have you been? We've been holding supper…!” began Megumi, stopping beside Ayato to survey the pair. “Out drinking with Elvy again, I see.” she sniffed dismissively. “Well, come on! I'm starving!” she groused. “And what's with the cat?” she asked, turning away.

“Well, finally back, Haruka?” asked the Professor, as if his niece wasn't sprawled out half drunk with her friend. “The fish should still be warm.” he said, turning away.

“Uncle, can we…?” began Haruka, cradling Buchi.

“It should be interesting to have a cat in the house.” he replied without looking back. “It seems fond of you and Ayato.” noted the old man. Ayato stepped over to the older woman and gently untangled Buchi from her top, getting another view of her cleavage. Buchi apparently decided that if he couldn't have Haruka's breasts, he would settle for fish, as he struggled out of Ayato's loose grip and dashed into the kitchen, tail straight up and an eager smile on his toothy face. Traitor. thought Ayato fleetingly.

Dinner had proven to be enjoyable, if somewhat baffling as Ayato kept having to fend off the drunken advances of Elvy. Megumi was pressed into service as a kind of waitress, though she clearly disliked it. It did strike Ayato as a poor choice to put more beer in front of the clearly plastered pilot, but no one else seemed to be concerned, so he figured `what the hell?' and ignored the situation.

Elvy had crashed shortly after they had finished dinner, and he had been `volunteered' to help get her to Haruka's room. The two of them got her situated on Haruka's bed, and as they caught their breath, they heard Megumi tell Haru to keep her friend from making too much noise, since she was on morning shift. Haruka called back that she would be quiet, and a few moments later, they heard Megumi shut her door.

“Um, hey, Ayato?” said Haruka quietly.

“Yeah?” he answered, glancing at her.

“I'm sorry about how things went.” she said.

“I was thinking about that just before you got back, actually.” he admitted. “I might have over-reacted to the situation.” he said. “I'm not saying that I like TERRA any more now than before, but…well, it isn't something that I should take out on you.”

“Ayato!” breathed Haruka. So, Nanamori didn't get him after all! I still have a chance! she exalted in her mind. “I want…I mean, I just want you to know that I will always be on your side.” she said softly. “No matter how bad things get, I will always be on your side.” she assured him. Something about her tone and the look in her eyes made his heart skip a beat. Impulsively, he leaned over and kissed her.

Though caught off guard at first, Haruka immediately returned the kiss. Feeling his tongue slip into her mouth, she moaned softly. Ayato could feel his dick harden as he grabbed her shoulders, her bare skin soft and warm beneath his palms. Moving his hands down her arms, he felt his wrists brush her breasts. “Ayato.” whispered Haruka lustfully. Ayato slowly reached for her breasts.

Just before he could touch them, he heard Haru's uncle call his name. Breaking the kiss, the two jerked apart. “Y…yes, sir?” answered Ayato. Why do I feel like I did that time when Hiroko and I were making out in that theater and Mamoru almost busted us? he wondered.

“Can I see you for a moment?” asked the old man.

“Yes, sir.” replied Ayato. “I'll be right down.” he said, standing. Haruka swallowed hard and stood as well, breathing fast - as was Ayato. Looking at him, she felt her arms tremble.

“I…better get some sleep.” she mumbled, hugging herself. Ayato nodded, feeling color rise in his face.

“I'll go see what your uncle wants.” he offered awkwardly. Haruka nodded. Seeing him about to exit her room, she grabbed his arm.

“Ayato,” she whispered, leaning closer to him, “you didn't do anything wrong.” she said softly. Unsure what to say, he slowly nodded.

“Ok.” he answered weakly. “You mean you…?”

Haruka shook her head. “I don't mind.” she breathed in his ear. “Do you?” she asked. Ayato shook his head.

“No. I've…wanted to do that for a while now.” he admitted. A quick inhale from the woman told him he had surprised her.

“Since when?” she wondered. Ayato didn't really want to answer that one. “You peeked.” she guessed. “In that old store outside Tokyo Jupiter, you peeked at me while I was changing.” Ayato felt his dick twitch at the memory.

“Sorry.” he managed. He didn't mean he was sorry he peeked, of course.

“No,” said Haruka quietly, “there's nothing to be sorry for.” she murmured. “Did…you like what you saw?” she asked him. Ayato was saved from that thorny question by her uncle reminding him that he was waiting.

-

Now, a week later, he had gotten comfortable with the situation. It was nice to have a comfortable place to call home. So far, there had only been some minor testing at the lab where Itsuki worked, and he certainly didn't mind being near Sayoko. The relationship between him and the Shitow girls was improving daily, though his opinion of TERRA was still no better than it had been since the initial Dolem attack.

Ayato grabbed his phone and headed on out, pausing to look at the name plates by the door. Three of them were time-weathered and worn, and one was brand new - his name plate. That night, Haru's uncle had called him to his study/workshop and handed him the small plate with his name written in clean, crisp kanji. Ayato had learned that the old professor had taken up calligraphy since he had retired from archeology, and his workshop/study was packed with examples of his new hobby.

So, I am part of the family, am I? he thought, wondering exactly how he felt about that. The old professor was a strange one, no doubt. Ayato wasn't sure how he passed his time or what he did, but he was often gone without explanation or notice. Shrugging, Ayato moved out the small gate and down the road toward TERRA for another testing session with Quon.

When he arrived, he found that Quon was waiting for him, that strange smile on her lips. “Olin.” she said happily. “You have arrived.” she noted.

“Um, yeah. How are you today, Quon?” he asked her.

“Quon is fine.” replied the woman. Ayato resisted the urge to tell her that referring to herself in the third person was not a sign of being `fine'. “We are needed.” said the woman, turning to enter the changing room. Ayato followed her.

It had been a surprise to find that the changing room was undivided. From his initial meeting with the mysterious Quon, he had wondered what was going on in her mind. Since that time, he had decided her really didn't want to know. Who cares? She is nice to be around; and she is hot, too! he thought, seeing her set her umbrella aside before removing her hat-like thing.

“Help, please.” she said, holding her arms up. Having become familiar with this, he reached around her waist and unfastened her life module's stomach fasteners. Taking the separated edges, he pulled it off her, revealing her thin, maroon dress. Setting the module aside, he saw that Quon had already untied the bodice of the dress and was slipping it off.

“Olin should get ready as well.” noted the woman, setting the dress aside. Ayato realized that he had been watching her undress.

“Uh, sure.” he agreed, turning and beginning to undress as well. As he dropped his shirt into the small basket, he felt Quon touch his back. “Did you need something, Quon?” he asked, turning to see her looking at him.

“You key. It has changed.” she noticed, looking at the strange marking on his belly. He had always thought that the thing was a birthmark, but Quon always called it a `key'. Looking down, he noticed that it seemed to have expanded a little. “Quon's key has changed as well.” she noted, stepping back.

When she did so, he noticed that Quon had shed her bra and panties, leaving her completely naked. Looking at her markings, he saw that they had changed slightly as well. “Yeah, I can see that.” he said, his eyes straying to her firm, shapely breasts and her small patch of dark hair at the junction of her legs.

“Time passes. We must prepare for our performance.” murmured the woman, tracing Ayato's marks. Ayato shivered at her touch. Whenever she touched him there, it was like something was changing inside him. It didn't feel good or bad - just alien. Ayato reached out and touched her markings, seeing her shiver at his touch. Quon's eyes met his. “Now is not our time. Soon will be the time we seek.” said the strange woman, removing her hand from his markings.

“Are you two ready?” came the voice of Sayoko from the door. Turning to her, Ayato smiled at her.

“Almost.” he said, reaching for his pants, only to find that they were already gone, leaving him naked as well. His dick was at half mast. Sayoko licked her lips when she saw that.

“Um, we…” he began, only to find that Quon had already moved into the test room and was lying down on her table. “Never mind.” he said, moving to his own table. Glancing back, he saw Sayoko watching him. “I'll see you after the test, ok?” he said softly. The woman beamed.

“Of course!” she purred. He could have been mistaken, but he thought he heard a soft giggle from Quon.

-

Commander Kunugi was not a fan of meetings with the press, or for paying lip service to reports. Still, it was, as his boss said, necessary. Much as he disliked it, the support of the UN was necessary to funding TERRA, and therefore they had to be careful who they angered and how.

Fortunately, they had a secret backer in the Bahbem Foundation. With money to carry out research into the Mu, they were somewhat independent of the UN, but the funding from the Foundation was not enough to cover all the expenses of fielding the RahXephon and employing the technology that Itsuki was unlocking. So, they played nice when they had to.

Fortunately, the meeting was cut short before the press could push them into a corner. As he and his boss exited the meeting hall, he reflected on how ironic it was that a Dolem attack was responsible for saving them from their fellow mankind. Once he had a secure link, he appointed his trusty Major Yagumo acting commander while he and his boss were away from Nirai Kanai.

Before they could go back, however, there was some left over business to attend to.

-

Sayoko hummed as she sucked on the tip of Ayato's dick. The two were in the changing room, Quon having gone on out, and the tech was eagerly sucking his dick. This was another reason that Ayato didn't mind the testing: Sayoko was always eager to please him. More often than not, it was she who sought him out, and not the opposite.

The tech was currently kneeling in front of him, one hand on his balls, the other on his hip, and she was busy. Alternating between working the tip of his dick and taking him full length in her throat, the woman demonstrated her honed skills. Ayato had his hands buried in her hair, eyes closed, as she bobbed her head up and down. “That's good.” he said. Sayoko pulled her lips back from his drenched tool to answer.

“I'm glad you like it.” she purred, licking up the strands of drool connecting her full lips to his hard member. Opening her mouth, she took his entire length in one shot. Holding herself to him, she concentrated on squeezing her throat muscles, massaging his tip. The woman knew that her panties were already wet, just from giving him head. Not that I plan to stop with just a blowjob! she thought happily.

Ever since that first time with him, she had been at a `low boil' as it were, sexually. Anytime she got close to him, that mild arousal turned to full-on lust. It had never happened to her before, and she thought she should be worried about it, but just couldn't care; especially when he was near her. It had gotten to the point where just seeing him made her wet enough to soak a pair of panties - if she was wearing any.

Right now, with his dick in her throat, she was literally dripping wet, her thighs soaked with her juice. Her nipples were hard as rocks, and she was panting in anticipation of his fucking her brains out. Eagerly, she redoubled her efforts to get his first load out of him. It seemed only moments later that she felt his sack tighten in her hand and she squeaked in pleasure as his dick jerked in her mouth, flooding her throat with his first load. With greedy intensity, she swallowed as fast as she could, milking him for every last drop. A small amount of his cum got into her windpipe, making her cough, but she refused to let that stop her from stroking his still mostly-erect length with her tongue as her fingers massaged his balls.

Panting, Ayato pulled his dick free of her mouth, feeling a small pout cross her beautiful face. Watching her tongue lick her full lips free of the last traces of his cum, he could already feel his dick reviving. “Sayoko-chan.” he murmured, touching her cheek with his fingertips.

“Yes, Ayato?” said the woman eagerly. Her hands found their way to his dick and she began to revive him. The young man smiled at the woman's intent focus on his dick. Taking her wrists in his hands, he pulled her up from her knees to face him. Sayoko Nanamori was breathing fast as she waited to see what he wanted from her. Ayato took the delicate fabric of her top in hand and tugged it up, over her head, revealing her full, proud breasts. “Mmm.” hummed the woman, her nipples nearly poking holes in the thin lace of her bra.

Seeing the obvious arousal of the woman, Ayato all but tore the bra off her, tossing it aside as well before taking a handful of breast in each hand, thumb and forefinger attacking her hard tips. Ayato had discovered that Sayoko had large nipples, but relatively small areolas compared to her nipple's size and length when she was excited. A deep, rich coral pink color, they grew puffy and thick when he played with them. Right now, he had other plans for her tits. Leaning into the taller woman, he inhaled a hard nipple and began to suck on in, his tongue swirling around it. “God!” gasped Sayoko happily, her arms wrapping around his head to hold him to her tits; not that he had immediate plans to leave them alone.

With his hands free, he moved them down to her short skirt and traced the waistband, teasing her with light, soft caresses as he went. Feeling the catch, he released it and unzipped the short zipped before shoving the skirt off her. Sayoko wiggled her hips to help strip her even as she held his lips to her aching nipples. Grabbing her soft, shapely ass cheeks in both hands, he pulled her to him, feeling his nearly-regenerated length push against her soft, silky lower belly, just above her nest. His sensitive dick detected that there was a scrap of material yet remaining between him and his prize.

Moving his hands off her ass and around her hips, he felt the thin, small band of a pair of very minimal panties - hardly more than thread. I thought that things like this only existed in hentai anime! he thought, surprised. Grabbing the thread in his hand, he tore them off her, flinging them at the wall. Even in the short time he had felt them, he could feel that they were completely soaked with her cum. That discovery - while not surprising - was all it took to finish the rejuvenation of his hard on.

Reluctantly breaking free of her loose embrace, he looked into her lust-clouded eyes and poked her lower belly with his dick. “Ready for the main course, Sa-chan?” he husked to her. Sayoko nodded.

“Do me, Ayato.” she begged him. Granting her wish, he guided her with his hands, turning her around and pushing on her back. The woman eagerly bent over and spread her legs so he could do her from behind. The two of them had come to use this position most often when doing it in the changing room. Settling her arms against the small counter area, she felt him get into position behind her, the thick, wide tip of his dick touching her soaked entrance. She hissed in anticipation. “I want it all at once.” she begged. Ayato nodded.

“Sure.” he said, checking to make sure that he had plenty of leverage. “Here it comes!” he said, slamming into her as hard as he could. A mewing sound came from her throat as he buried himself balls-deep in her. He had shoved so hard that the impact of his hips meeting her ass lifted her up into the air a couple of inches.

“Yes!” hissed the woman, feeling him in her passage. With copious amounts of lubricating girl-cum in her passage and her well-experienced pussy, it was nothing but pleasurable to have him take her hard and fast from behind. A tighter girl or one less soaked would likely find a man of his size painful to take like that, but Sayoko was neither virginally tight nor under lubricated. In fact, her lust had soaked her legs to her ankles. She knew from past experience that she would need one of the towels to clean up after he had finished with her. For now, though, she just enjoyed the ride.

Ayato loved doing Sayoko from behind. In his position, he could get really deep in her, and he had the option of playing with her tits, or ass, or simply hammering her like a jackhammer. All of the above was more than fine with Sayoko. Already, she could feel her third orgasm roll through her, knowing that more would follow until she either passed out, or Ayato decided to take mercy on her and call it off for the time being. She greatly preferred the first option, but understood that leaving her fucked-to-unconsciousness in the changing room was not something that they should do often.

Leaning back to change the pressure of his dick on her vaginal walls, he looked down, seeing his length slid into her effortlessly, drops of her juice falling to the floor on each thrust. He also saw her back door winking at him. Ayato had seen plenty of hentai movies and magazines, and he had to admit that he was curious about some of the stuff he had seen in them. Feeling Sayoko tremble on his dick, he decided that he could likely get away with testing the water a bit.

Sliding his hands over her ass, he slowly moved them closer and closer to her back entrance even as he continued to slam into her hot, slick sex. Reaching his goal, he carefully touched her puckered anus with his fingertip. The reaction from Sayoko was surprisingly intense. With a strangled groan, she writhed under him, her pussy going mad on his dick as his touch triggered an orgasm. Blinking in surprise, Ayato rubbed her tight back door, seeing it twitch and clench as he did.

She likes it! he realized, surprised. She is reacting just like those hentai anime chicks did! he marveled. He had been skeptical about it when he had seen the way that the girls reacted to guys playing with their asses, but now, seeing Sayoko respond to his touch, he re-evaluated his earlier opinion. There was a side effect to his discovery.

His discovery raised his excitement to the point where he was suddenly on the verge of cumming. Feeling his nut sack tighten for the second time, he looped an arm under her hips, his finger finding her erect clit as he let himself go, a deep, steady hum coming from his throat as he pushed as deep into her as he could. With his head thrown back and his eyes closed, it wasn't apparent that his eyes changed color once more. Beneath him, Sayoko felt his dick twitch in warning and pushed herself back against him, burying the tip of his member in her cervical cap. Here it comes! she thought giddily. In her passage, she felt his dick unleash his first shot even as it felt like a vibration was being transmitted from his dick to her pussy, then to her pelvic bone, and from there to her whole body. Sayoko Nanamori's vision lit up like a nova before dimming to darkness as she passed out, her brain overloaded with stimuli.

Feeling her trembling cease, Ayato barely caught her unconscious form as it crumbled. Managing to keep her from hitting her head, he guided her to the small bench. Looking at her, he saw that a small smile was on her lips, and she was drooling like a baby. “Damn,” murmured Ayato, “did it again.” He wasn't sure why sometimes she passed out, and other times she didn't. Oh, well. Better get going, in any event. he thought, glancing at the clock. Taking a towel from the rack, he swiftly wiped his groin and legs clean. Pausing, he looked at Sayoko's sleeping form. Deciding that it was the right thing to do, he took a few minutes to wipe her soaked legs clean of their mixed fluid and to work her back into her skirt and top. Seeing her wrecked panties, he shrugged and tossed them into the trash bin before depositing the towel in the dirty clothes bin.

Dressing himself, he moved out to meet Haru for lunch, leaving the sleeping form of Sayoko resting on the bench. It wasn't until an hour and half later that the woman stirred and sat up, feeling her flooded pussy start to leak. Clenching her muscles, she made her way to the women's bathroom to do a more detailed cleaning of herself. As she tended to business on auto-pilot, she sorted through her hazy memories of her latest encounter with Ayato. Finally, she was able to isolate what she was sure had triggered her black out. So, he wants to try some rear entry? I can do that! she thought happily. And I bet that Haruka would never offer him that! the woman thought possessively.

Sayoko was not a virgin in any meaning of the word, but she had limited experience with anal sex. A couple of her previous partners had wanted her to do that, so she had, and though she had come to be tolerant of it, she had never really found it on her `first choice' list, preferring oral or vaginal to anal. Still, I bet Ayato can make it good for me! she thought smugly. I need to prepare, just in case. Now, when is that next test…?

-

Kim Hotal sat on the roof of a building beside Ayato, waiting to see if her prediction of the movement of the enemy Dolem would be correct. It was three days since she had convinced Major Yagumo, acting Commander of TERRA, that they should launch a pre-emptive strike with the RahXephon. Ayato had been reluctant, but agreed. Right now, the two were sitting side by side as sunset fell on the city.

“So, what is your deal, Ayato?” asked the girl. Ayato turned from his sketching of the city to look at her.

“What do you mean, what is my deal?” he asked her. Kim considered her words for a moment.

“Why are you reluctant to fight the Mu?” she asked him.

“It's not my war.” he said indifferently.

“What do you mean, `it's not my war'?” gaped Kim. For her, it was most decidedly her war. Ayato had a different view of it, though.

“I mean just what I said.” said the young artist. “Until Haru showed up that day of the attack, I thought that all that was left of the world was Tokyo. I was…content there.” he added, frowning slightly. “Then, here comes Haru, and my world gets smashed into tiny pieces. I learn that everything I learned is a lie, my memories are fake, and you all want me to fight against my friends.” he nearly spat. “Why would I look forward to killing those I know?” he asked her sarcastically. Kim bit her lip. Deciding on a reverse-course question, she replied.

“So, if you don't want to fight the Mu, why are you here, waiting for a Dolem?” she asked. Ayato sighed.

“It's not that I don't want to fight the Mu.” he said “It's that doing so endangers my friends and loved ones.” he clarified. “But, I think that this,” he motioned around them, “will let me kill a Dolem without hurting my friends.” Kim picked up on the venom in his voice.

“What did the Dolems do to you to make you hate them so much, Ayato?” she asked. They killed my parents, and took a city, but Ayato is from Tokyo Jupiter, so what could they have done to him? she wondered. Instead of answering her, he slowly ran his fingers over the cover of his sketch pad.

“I have my reasons.” he said softly. “And you?” he asked her, obviously changing the topic. Kim grunted.

“They killed my parents.” she said flatly. Seeing his look, she began to tell him the story of her seventh birthday. Before they knew it, the alarm was sounding and they were running for their respective posts. The Dolem had arrived as predicted, and now was their chance for some revenge.

-

It was early morning before a tired Ayato was back at Nirai Kanai, and back in his bed. Thought the fight with the Dolem had been concluded hours before, he had to fly RahXephon back to the base, where Itsuki wanted to run some tests on him. Then, he had had to give a `debriefing' to some TERRA Intel wonks, and that had wasted a good three hours of his time.

He hadn't mentioned the presence of Reika Mishimia in RahXephon. He wasn't sure if this was the real Reika or a figment of his imagination, but since he was certain that she had been killed by the energy blast from the Dolem over Tokyo, he didn't think that mentioning her at all would be in his best interests. After the intelligence monkeys had finally let him go, he had run into Quon. And while the strange woman had not taken up much of his time, she had managed to thoroughly confuse him with her puzzling questions and even more mystifying `answers' - if one could call the incomplete remarks she made answers.

Honestly, he had half expected to find Sayoko wanting another round, but the tech had gone home; he was pretty sure that was for the best. So, it was time to get some sleep. At the foot of the steep drive that led up to his house, he paused, yawning. Looking up at the bright, clear stars, he felt oddly moved by the scene. “How you holding up, Ayato?” came a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw Haruka standing behind him.

“Oh, hi, Haruka.” he said, stifling another yawn. “I'm just tired.” he said. “Long day.” he added.

“Yeah, it was.” she said softly. “You did real good, though.” she encouraged him. Ayato glanced at her.

“I just got a little back for Re…a friend.” he said softly. “Man, I really don't want to hike up there.” he said simply, looking up the hill. Haruka accepted the change in topic.

“Me, either.” she said. “How about we walk it together?” she suggested. Ayato grunted.

“Sure,” he replied, “why not? It's going to have to be done in any event.” he muttered, exhaling. Haruka hesitantly held out her hand. She wasn't sure if he had forgiven her enough to do what she wanted to do, but she felt she had to risk it, since Sayoko was making more inroads with him than she was at this point.

For a moment, Ayato didn't notice her hand, but when he did, he paused to consider it and the woman offering the hand to him. A split second before Haruka withdrew it, he reached out and grasp her hand.

Haruka almost sobbed in relief, carefully squeezing his hand. Without a word, the two began the climb. As they neared the half-way point, Haruka began to hum a tune. By the time they reached the top, she was smiling. Entering the house, the two didn't release each other's hands until they reached their rooms. For a moment, Haruka wondered if she should just pull Ayato into her room or not. Deciding not to push too hard, she regretfully released his hand from her own. “See you tomorrow morning, Ayato.” she said softly.

Half asleep already, Ayato managed a weak wave. “See you, Haru-chan.” he said, yawning as he said it. Haruka nearly fainted at his words.

-

“Ayato!” came a voice from outside his room. Blinking, he managed to sit up. He was still groggy, but with some sleep, he was more alert. “Hey! Are you awake yet?!” came the unmistakable voice of Megumi. “I'm coming in!” she announced, throwing the door open.

“Thanks for asking, Megu.” he muttered, rubbing his eyes. The younger Shitow sister stepped into his room, seeing him sitting up in bed, still in his clothes from the night before. “What time is it?” he asked her.

“It's nearly time for my shift at headquarters!” she said. Ayato blinked at her.

“That's nice, but what does it have to do with me?” he wondered. Megumi had gone home as soon as the mobile command post had returned to base, which meant she had gotten a full night's sleep. “What time is it?” he wondered.

“Almost noon.” replied the younger girl. “Get up and get ready; you're coming with me.” she said.

“And why am I coming with you, Megu?” he asked her. “Noon? I only got six hours of sleep!” he complained.

“You're coming with me because Kim has something to give you, that's why!” said the girl. “Now get cleaned up and ready. I have to get into my uniform.” she said, turning for the door. Ayato groaned.

“I'm still asleep, Megu.” he said, but she was already gone. Managing to stand, he grabbed his bath stuff and made his way to the bathroom. A quick shower - no time for a bath, he thought - and he was back to get dressed. Selecting a shirt and some slacks, he exited his room. “Megu?” he asked, stopping by her room. “You ready?” he asked. Not hearing an answer, he slid her door open, to find her standing in front of her dresser in her panties, her uniform on her bed, putting on some light makeup. Headphone covered her ears. Ayato felt his dick twitch at the sight.

Forcing himself to silently close the door, he made his way downstairs. As he reached the foot of the stairs, he smelled some coffee. “Haru?” he called.

“Sorry, Ayato, but she left a while ago.” came the voice of the Professor. Entering the kitchen, he saw the old man pouring two cups of coffee. He was dressed in a suit, so Ayato figured that he was heading out of the house. Seeing the old man hand him one cup, he nodded, taking the cup.

“Aren't you going to drink yours?” he asked, seeing the man pick up a small attaché case and a hat from beside the table.

“That is for Megumi.” he said. “I'm running late as it is, but I thought I would take the time to make you a cup of coffee, since you will most likely need it.” said the old man. “And if you would, please tell Haruka that I will be out on business until tomorrow evening.” he said.

“Yes, sir.” said Ayato politely. He and the old man had a good, working relationship, he reflected. He was polite to the professor, and the Professor was polite to him. “I will tell her.” he promised.

“Well, then, I'm off.” said the old man, moving for the exit. “Look after them while I am out, will you, Ayato?” he said, stepping through the door. Ayato, mouth full of coffee, didn't get to ask him what he meant by that remark. He was sure the man was talking about Haru and Megu, but just what that comment was supposed to mean, he hadn't a clue.

“Ayato!” came Megu's voice. “Where are you?!”

“Down here, Megu!” he called back. Feet on the steps preceded the arrival of the younger sister, still fastening her uniform top. “Here, drink this.” instructed Ayato, handing her the second cup of coffee. Megumi blinked.

“You had time to make coffee?” she asked, grabbing the milk from the refridge and pouring some into the coffee - both to cool it and to lighten the taste to her preference. A brief stir with one hand while her other put the coffee away, and she was ready. Ayato watched her down the coffee practically in one shot. “Come on! Let's go before we're late!” said Megu, practically tossing her cup into the sink. Ayato looked at his own half-finished coffee.

“I still haven't…!” he began. Megumi grabbed his coffee and chugged it, too.

“Ugh! How can you drink it like that?” complained the younger girl before grabbing his hand and dragging him out the door. Ayato managed to catch his balance.

“Apparently, I can't.” he muttered darkly, but his mood didn't stay down for long; it never did around Megumi.

-

“Ayato.” came a voice from behind him. Turning, he saw Kim approach him, hand behind her back.

“Oh, Kim!” he replied, smiling. “Megu said you wanted to see me?” he said. Kim nodded.

“I have something to give you.” she said, stopping in front of him. Bringing her hands out from behind her back, she handed him his sketch book. “You left this with me last night.” said the girl. Ayato saw his sketch book in her hands. That's right! I had it with me on the roof, but when the Dolem attacked…!

“Thanks, Kim.” he said honestly, taking the book from her. She smiled at him.

“Don't worry,” she said playfully, “I didn't look through it…much.” she teased him. Ayato shrugged.

“Even if you did, it's ok; they're just some sketches I did to pass the time.” he said honestly. Kim almost asked him about one she had seen, but changed her mind.

“Are you free for the day?” she asked him. He nodded.

“Yeah, actually I am.” he said. “Doctor Itsuki is going over the data from our fight, so no tests today. I only got up early because Megu dragged me down here to see you.” he said, smiling a little. Kim watched him.

“You like Megu, don't you?” she asked him. Slowly, he nodded.

“I guess.” he allowed. “She reminds me of one of my friends in Tokyo.” he said. Asahina and she would be like two peas in a pod. “And she's fun to be around - for a psycho.” he grinned. Kim laughed with him.

“I won't deny it.” she said. An idea occurred to her. “Would you like to spend some time with me?” she asked him.

“Sure.” said Ayato. Since their conversation from the day before, he had felt more at ease with her, since they shared a lot of common ground. Tossing her head, she indicated that they should leave.

“I'm done for the day.” said the operator. “Want to grab some lunch?” she asked him. He nodded.

“Sounds good.” he agreed. “And we can finish our conversation from yesterday.” he suggested. Kim tilted her head.

“We can if you want, Ayato, but since it's my birthday, I would prefer not to think about that right now.” she admitted. Ayato blinked.

“It's your birthday?” he gaped. Kim nodded.

“Nineteen today, Ayato.” she said, smiling at him. “Want to help me celebrate?” she asked him as they entered the elevator.

-

Ayato considered the girl beside him as they rode the mono-rail toward Kim's place. I hadn't expected her to be so fun. he admitted to himself. Since she is with TERRA, I had expected her to be a hard-case like Kunugi, but she is just a normal girl…well, I guess she is - I'm not really in a position to know what `normal' is, now am I? he ruefully admitted silently. Still, the two had done some shopping, had lunch, seen a movie, toured some of the Kanai areas that Ayato hadn't been to yet, and talked.

The two had talked a lot. Both had learned that they shared several outlooks and had a fair amount in common. In spite of the time lag between Tokyo and the rest of the world, Ayato was certain that if Kim came to Tokyo, she would immediately fit right in with his two closest friends. For her part, Kim had decided that Ayato was definitely hot, as well as being Grade `A' male meat, no matter his Mulian background. By the time they had toured the Mulian War Memorial Museum, she had already decided to invite him back to her place for dinner.

And her place was where they were heading now. Ayato had learned that she lived alone in a luxury apartment in one of the best areas of the man-made island of Kanai. He had refrained from asking about how she afforded it, but Kim had volunteered that she had a sizeable inheritance from her parents, and the life insurance settlement had been surprisingly large. So, she had decided to enjoy herself while she was with TERRA. Her salary was spent mostly on leisure activities.

Reaching her building, he looked up at it. While it was no where as tall as some of the buildings in Tokyo, it was the third-tallest in Kanai, and she lived on the top floor. She had promised him that the view was spectacular, and her apartment had windows on the east and north side, so she could see the sunrise and Nirai. Entering the building, Kim touched a small metal fob on her key ring to a small reader on the door and pressed the button for the top floor.

As they rode up in the elevator, Ayato reflected on how like Tokyo Kanai was. Even the elevator music is similar. he thought, smiling slightly. Peeking over at Kim, he eyed her outfit. That uniform looks good on her; especially the mini-skirt. he noted. His dick stirred slightly. Kim was humming to herself absently as she watched the numbers fly by. Her floor and the two beneath it were serviced by an express elevator. Sneaking a peek at Ayato, she felt a shiver in her belly.

Arriving at her apartment, she gave him a brief tour, pointing out the points of interest. Ayato was impressed by her relatively modest décor. There was none of the glitzy `see how rich I am?' stuff that usually clogged luxury apartments, and while the furnishings were of top quality, they were not ornate - simply well-made. Looking to the north, he saw the edge of Nirai. Estimating the position of the land mass, he guessed that Kim could probably see his house from her place, given a telescope.

Hearing Kim in the kitchen, he turned to ask her if she wanted some help with dinner, only to see her tossing some boxes from one of the better restaurants in Kanai into her waste basket. Seeing his look, she laughed. “Ayato, I never said I would cook!” she teased him. “Besides,” she added, sobering a bit, but still mirthful, “I'm not so good at anything fancy.” said the girl.

Ayato shrugged. “Neither am I.” he soothed her. “So, what are we having?” he asked her. She indicated the food before her.

“Mediterranean.” she said. “There is some Italian, Greek and Spanish dishes here.” she said. “Just need to heat a couple of them a bit, and it is supper time.” she announced happily. Ayato felt his mouth water. Swiftly putting the dished in the microwave and on the range top, Kim exited the kitchen. “I'm going to change out of my work clothes. Be right back!” she called, stepping into an adjoining bedroom.

When she came back out five minutes later, Ayato gulped at her. She had changed into a loose, short dress, practically a negligee, the material thin enough that he could see the faint shadow of her nipples. Moving to the kitchen, she checked the food over. Finding it nearly ready, she glanced at him.

Seeing him standing there, mouth slightly agape, she had to suppress a smile. Now that is exactly what I wanted to see. she thought happily. While the garment she had on was her normal lounging wear, she wouldn't have worn it with guests in her home, but as she spent the afternoon with Ayato, she had felt herself grow more and more aroused by him. She was sure that it was around the time that they were deciding to see the Mulian War Memorial that she decided that she would try to seduce him.

Kim was not a virgin, having given up her virginity in high school to some forgotten boyfriend. Over the passing years between then and now, she had had her share of lovers, though hardly enough to be considered easy or a slut. At nineteen, she had had four lovers, counting her first at fifteen. Hopefully by tonight, I will have five. she thought happily. “Ayato, help me set the table.” she suggested, smiling at him.

-

Haruka stretched as she made her way up the hill. It was well past nine, and she was tired. “Maybe Ayato will home.” she thought hopefully. She had seen Megu, who had told her that Kim was the last person seen with Ayato, but she hoped that he was back home by now.

Reaching house, she found it deserted. “Guess not.” she mused, taking out her phone and dialing Megu. When her sister answered, she asked her to stop off and grab something for the two of them to eat. Megu had asked her where Ayato was, and she had said that he was probably out with Kim or Quon or Kisaragi. Ignoring her little sister's opinions on that, she thanked her and ended the call as she moved to her room. Looking at her room, she sighed.

Quickly stripping off her uniform, she ducked into the bathroom for a quick, relaxing shower. When she got done, she started to reach for her house shorts and tank top, but paused. Frowning slightly, she pulled open her underwear drawer and began to slowly go through it, piece by piece.

When Megu came looking for her, she found her big sister standing in front of her dresser, naked, with a pile of panties and bras on each side of her. “What are you doing, Haru?” she wondered. The older woman blinked as she turned to look at Megumi.

“Huh? Oh, this.” she realized, glancing at her two piles. “Just some cleaning.” she said. Megumi crossed her arms under her breasts.

“Cleaning.” she said, unconvinced. “What brought this on?” she wondered. Haruka was eyeing the last few panties and bras, tossing some on one pile, and the others onto the other pile. Finished, she swiftly put the ones from the smaller pile back into her drawer before wiggling into her shorts and tank top. Bending over, she grabbed the second pile and dropped them into her trash can.

“Haru, what…?!” gaped Megumi. Her sister interrupted her.

“Tomorrow is your day off, right?” she said, all business. Megu nodded. “Good. What do you say we do some shopping?” she asked, her lips twitching into a smile.

-

Ayato and Kim were on her couch, having finished their eclectic supper an hour before. The two were facing each other slightly, and were busy making out. It had been a relatively small step from talking on the couch, to touching, to making out. Right now, Kim had her arms looped around his neck, while his hands were holding her short ribs, under her clothes.

As they made out, Ayato moved his hands up to cup her breasts, finding them to be smaller but more resilient than Sayoko's large, soft breasts. For some reason, he didn't feel the slightest twinge at the thought of Sayoko while he was with another woman. After all, he thought, feeling Kim's erect nipples, it's not like she and I are dating, or anything. He pushed the other woman from his mind, choosing to concentrate on the one he was with at that moment.

Lightly pinching her hard nubs, he tugged on them as his tongue caressed her palate and rubbed her own oral member teasingly. A throaty moan escaped her as she felt his fingers deftly manipulate her nipples and breasts. He's been practicing with someone. she realized. Probably that Nanamori woman! Feeling him begin to slide her clothes off of her, she dismissed the issue of who he had been with before her. Better this way, since he will know what to do. she reasoned, breaking the kiss to let him tug her clothes off her.

Seeing him pause to drink in her naked form visually, she unconsciously arched her back a little, displaying her slim body to best advantage. “You like what you see, Ayato?” she asked him hotly. Ayato studied her bare form for a moment before nodding.

“Yes.” he said honestly. Kim wasn't what one would call voluptuous, but she was curvy in the right areas, and her slim build was perfectly proportional. Kim smothered a giggle of anticipation.

“Well, let's see what I get, hmm?” she suggested. Nodding, Ayato slipped to his feet and swiftly undressed. As Kim watched him take off his shirt, she thought that his `mark' - if that was the right term for it - was a bit different than before, but since she couldn't be sure, she dismissed it; besides, she was more interested in other parts of him. When he tugged his boxers off, she gasped. Seeing her expression, Ayato smirked.

“I take it you approve?” he asked her, his tone both humorous and a touch smug. His hard length pointed right at the girl. Kim licked her lips.

“It'll do nicely.” she purred. Without thought, she slid off the couch and to her knees, grasping his member with both hands. Feeling it, she could feel her pussy flood. Eager to explore this treat, she slowly began to jack her hands along his shaft, while her lips and tongue sampled the crown.

“Kim.” he sighed happily, twining his fingers in her short hair. Kim glanced up at him as she felt his fingers settle in her hair. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she followed his silent directions and tried to take him all in her mouth. Unfortunately, his wide, thick tip and substantial shaft combined to prevent her from doing much more than engulf the end of his dick in her wet mouth.

Frowning slightly at her, Ayato eased back slightly, then tried again. Maybe she's just not as big as Sayoko. he thought, remembering the ease and eagerness with which the tech gave him head. Adding a bit more pressure, he managed to get the first third of his shaft into her mouth, feeling her gag reflex kick in as he did so. Jerking her head back off of his dick, she coughed a couple of times. “Sorry, Kim.” he said.

After a swallow or two, she looked up at him. “It's nothing, Ayato. You're just bigger than I thought.” she said, smiling. “Let's try again.” she said eagerly. Wrapping her lips around his tip, she began to work him into her mouth. Watching the girl work, Ayato found himself growing more and more excited as her lips stretched as she slowly managed to get him deeper and deeper into her mouth. The farther into her he got, the tighter and wetter she got; her face also got redder. When he was about a third of way in, she finally had to stop.

Slowly pulling her mouth back off him, she coughed once, some drool trailing from her mouth as she panted. “This might take some getting used to.” she observed, more to herself than to him. Ayato was ready to move on by now.

“How about we come back to this later?” he suggested, pushing her back on the floor and kneeling between her legs. Kim blinked, wondering if he was planning to fuck her right then and there. She doubted that she was wet enough for that, but it was a moot point, as Ayato spread her legs and attacked her slit with his tongue. Feeling him work on her, she knew that she would be doing this with him again.

Ayato worked on her, exercising the skills learned with Sayoko, and was swiftly rewarded with an orgasm from the girl. Tasting her juice, he moved on to the next stage, a single finger slipping into her wet channel. Feeling no sign of a hymen, he concluded that she, too, wasn't a virgin. Not that I really expected her to be. he admitted silently. Adding another finger, he began to seek out her G-spot. With his free hand, he reached up and tweaked her nipples. Kim whined in need. “Ayato!” she begged.

Feeling his dick begin to throb, he decided to grant her wish. Pulling her up, he stopped her when she started to lead him to her bedroom. Grinning at her confused look, he led her to the full-length windows facing the island of Nirai. “Here should be fine.” he murmured in her ear before licking her earlobe. Putting her hands against the glass, he leaned her forward, using his foot to spread her legs. Finding the right height, he settled behind her, gripping her hips. “Ready, Kim?” he asked her, his voice deeper.

“Now, Ayato!” she begged in confirmation. Aligning his tip with her entrance, he got a solid grip on her and pushed forward powerfully, pounding into her like a bulldozer, her wet lips stretching to accommodate his erection as she shrieked in pleasure. “Ugh!” was her eloquent response to his filling her pussy with man meat.

Kim feels good! he marveled, easing back before continuing to advance. She's much tighter than Sayoko, and her pussy is like lava! he thought, unknowingly drooling slightly. With his next stab, he hit the end of her pussy, his dick butting against the gate to her womb. Seeing that a small amount of shaft was still not in her, he began to make shallow, steady thrusts into her, each time gaining a millimeter or so a stroke as her body adjusted to the thick, long invader. It felt unbelievably good.

Kim was gasping silently at each of the short, steady thrusts, feeling a tiny stab of pain well-mixed with pleasure as Ayato made her body conform to his need. Oh god! It's never been like this before! she thought, another orgasm racking her body. I never want him to stop! she thought deliriously, drool dripping from her slack lips as she rested her forehead against the glass. Doing so, she realized that if anyone in the building below her happened to look up just then, they would see her being nailed from behind in her living room.

The added stimulation of that realization pushed her into a huge orgasm, her pussy going wild as Ayato finally buried himself completely in her. He had not expected the sudden convulsions of Kim's tight nest, and feeling her sheath go mad cost him the last of his control. “Take this, you TERRA bitch!” he growled aggressively, shoving as hard into her as he could as he blew his load. “You like that, Kim?!” he snarled as his second shot flooded her. As his third wave flooded her, his growls became a hum.

Almost lost in pleasure, Kim felt a vibration work its way from her over-stuffed cunt into her bones, and from her bones, into her brain. Her breath rattled in her throat as her vision dimmed. She was unconscious before she slid to the floor. Ayato collapsed to his knees behind her, watching his cum seep from her swollen sex. Slowly, he caught his breath.

His contemplation of Kim was cut short by a chirp coming from his cell phone. Struggling to his feet, he managed to make his way back to the edge of her couch to retrieve the phone. Looking at the screen, he sighed gustily. After a short rest period, he gathered up his clothes and stepped to Kim's bathroom, where he swiftly cleaned himself off and re-dressed.

Pausing to check on Kim once more, he kissed her neck, a wicked idea forming in his head as he did so. Gently turning her, he selected a spot on her shoulder and began to suck on it. After a few minutes, he eased back, smiling at his efforts. Spreading out the cover he had taken from the foot of her bed, he covered her. “I certainly look forward to seeing you again, Kim-chan.” he murmured in her ear, standing.

Kim is definitely going to be fun. he thought happily. He was eagerly anticipating getting with her again. It surprised him to discover that he looked forward to being with her more than being with Sayoko, though he still enjoyed the older woman's skills. But, for now, I have to get back home before Haru worries too much. he thought. For some reason, as he rode the elevator to the ground floor, he found himself wondering if Haru was a virgin or not.