Slam Dunk Fan Fiction ❯ cuadro ❯ cuadroII ( Chapter 2 )

Chapter 2

I started hanging around that seedy bar and the strip club that I saw him at. But I never saw him again. I just stuck around, hoping for a glimpse of blond, or a flash of blue or anything, simply anything, that hinted of him.

Pathetic huh?

My love life is reduced to stalking a stripper I've only seen twice. And I've probably seen him for less than 5 minutes, added together. I must seem really desperate huh? I am. I've been having dreams about him for the past few days, almost a week now. It's the same every night - can feel him in me, moving in me until I can't draw a line between what's me and what's him.

I sigh in long-pent-up frustration and exasperation. All this waiting and searching has done nothing to decrease my libido. But my will was slowly weakening. I was wasting time hanging out at these places - which I was completely unsuited to. Life was so freaking boring and sad.

I blew bubbles into my drink - what was it? Whisky? Brandy? I don't think I can remember, but it isn't all that important anyway. I twirled my straw around, fiddling with it. I can't remember ever being as bored as this, where I fidgeted almost every second and my face was almost twitching due to my bored.

I looked up and I saw him. I really did. It was he. He was directly in my line of vision all this time, but I never once spotted him. He was getting sucked. I could see a head bobbing up and down on his lap - and all this while he never broke our eye contact. His fingers tightened as he came, and he slowly smiled, invitation blatant in his eyes.

My heart clenched and I slammed down my glass, nearly breaking it in the process. I gathered up the last remains of my courage and headed in his direction. I must have been insane, I had never ever imagined myself to do something like that. I was, after all, virtually a virgin. I had never actually had sex, kissed a bit, did a bit of heavy petting, but no real sex.

I forced myself through the crowd, but yet I felt him going further and further away from me with each step I took. With a despairing heart, I searched around frantically for him. But I couldn't see him. I even asked the people around, they were too busy involved with each other to answer me. Feeling even more disheartened then ever, I slunk around the corners, and finally managed to squeeze my way out of the stupid club.

"Hey."

I turned around. HE was there. My heart hammered away.

I stared at him and he stared at me for a long time.

"Take me home."

I don't think my brain functioned properly after that.

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His hair was so soft, I thought as I ran my fingers through them, as he slept on my chest. He looked so cute - he would. So pretty and so composed - I wondered if he ever lost his composure. He just always seemed to be so confident, proud and with good reason to be. He was a great lover - slow and encouraging and always knowing when to pick up the pace. I can almost feel him moving within me again, making me cry out and making stars appear behind my eyes. I never had such a painful and cathartic orgasm before. It was filled with white-hot pain, but yet I felt like I was being liberated.

It was about 4 in the morning. I was still debating on whether to go to work or not. The prospect of lying in bed all day with Fujima-san (that was his name) was too wonderful to give up. I settled more comfortably into my bed and closed my eyes gently, and slowly drifted off into a world of blue and sand.

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I woke up to the sounds of gentle rustling and a muffled exclamation. I blinked myself awake and saw Fujima-san putting on his clothes. I bet the disappointment must have shown in my eyes, but I carefully hid it.

"You're leaving already?"

He nodded and kept his back to me. I watched as his back muscles moved beneath that expanse of beige skin that I remembered running my nails along. There were a few red lines there. My hand unconsciously went up to my shoulder, where he left a lingering bite the night before.

"You need me to get my chauffer to send you home?"

He turned, as if in surprise or shock and recovered himself.

"No thank you Hanagata-san."

The atmosphere was so tense and polite now. I felt like my heart was going to break. I stood up and pulled him in my embrace.

"Will I see you again?"

I could feel him tense up and force himself to relax. A wave of nausea and sickness gripped my stomach. I feel like puking.

"Maybe."

And I watched him leave.