Ryuta, a high school sophomore, was invited to Hiromi's apartment again.
Hiromi, also a sophomore, lived alone.
The two had met at an arcade in the shopping mall back in early autumn.
Since Ryuta's house was close to Hiromi's apartment, he started spending Sunday afternoons with her every week.
At first, they would just share funny videos they found online or talk about comedy shows on TV. Sometimes, Hiromi who aspired to be a high school teacher would help him with his studies.
As time passed, the seasons changed. The evenings grew darker earlier, and with each meeting, the air outside grew colder.
Naturally, they began longing for each other's warmth. When it was time to part ways, they would sit on the edge of the bed and press their bodies together, finding quiet joy in their closeness.
When winter arrived and the cold deepened, they started wrapping themselves in the same futon and holding each other. It was around this time that they started kissing.
Being somewhat reserved, Ryuta had thought kissing was just about pressing lips together. So when Hiromi first licked his lips and tangled her tongue with his, he was taken aback.
When they kissed, Ryuta loved cupping Hiromi's breasts over her clothes, stroking and gently kneading them. A warmth spread from his palms up his arms, washing away his fatigue, worries, and stress and leaving him in pure tranquility.
Hiromi, in turn, would slide her hand over Ryuta's crotch, touching him through his pants. When she did, he didn't just feel warmth—he felt a searing heat surging through him, energizing every inch of his body.
Their time together became a source of healing and rejuvenation. His daily life grew brighter, and even his once-stagnant school grades began to improve.
After the New Year, their intimacy deepened. Beneath the futon, they undressed each other and embraced while fully naked.
Ryuta pressed his lips to Hiromi's nipples, lightly biting them and rolling his tongue over them as he sucked gently.
"I'm really sensitive there," Hiromi moaned, writhing intensely.
"Ah... ah... ahhn..."
Her sweet voice spilled out as she grasped Ryuta's penis and stroked it softly until it hardened and stood stiffly erect.
When a clear, sticky liquid seeped from the tip, Hiromi sat up and brought her mouth to Ryuta's crotch while straddling his face.
Just like with their first kiss, Ryuta was flustered. He felt guilty about letting Hiromi take him into her mouth. When he saw her glistening, parted folds, he didn't know what to do.
Hesitantly, he traced the swollen flesh with his fingers and rolled the firm little bud of her clitoris. The way her folds quivered and her wetness spilled was all an unknown world to him.
But soon, his curiosity was aroused. He pressed his lips directly to her folds and licked with his tongue. He felt as though their souls were merging as she took him into her mouth.
Hiromi reacted differently to each touch—sometimes with sweet moans, sometimes with pained gasps, and sometimes with full-body tremors.
"That hurts," she would protest at times. "A little more to the left," she'd direct him at others.
Through this, Ryuta learned her sensitive spots by instinct. "Make Hiromi feel good"—that was all he could think about, even as she pleasured him.
He also gained better control over his orgasms and no longer finished within seconds of her touching him. They learned to synchronize their pleasure, reaching climax together in perfect harmony.
One unusually warm and bright day—as if spring had arrived early—after they had both already climaxed, Hiromi pulled out a small packet.
"They were handing these out near the station."
A condom.
Ryuta had long fantasized about burying himself deep inside Hiromi's warmth. But now that the moment had come, he panicked.
"It's okay," she reassured him, smiling as she stroked his head. She settled between his legs, took him into her mouth again, and began to work her magic.
Her tongue worked expertly, coaxing the last drops of cum from his urethra. His softening penis stirred back to life, stiffening once more.
With practiced ease, Hiromi rolled the condom onto him. Too practiced.
A flicker of jealousy sparked in Ryuta. How many other men has she done this with? But this feeling was quickly overshadowed by a stronger emotion. Right now, she's choosing me. Only me."
Hiromi straddled him, aligning his tip with her entrance. Even through the thin latex, the heat and softness surpassed anything he'd felt in her mouth.
Slowly, she lowered herself onto him.
"Haan..."
A sweet moan escaped her lips as her eyes glazed over with pleasure.
Ryuta's expression was even more dazed. The sensation of her warm, wet walls gripping him sent waves of pleasure through his entire body, numbing his mind.
The pleasure was so intense that he nearly lost control. Fighting the urge to thrust wildly, he surrendered to the overwhelming ecstasy.
Once he was fully inside her, Hiromi paused to catch her breath before beginning to rock her hips.
Her face twisted in near suffocation as she gasped; her breasts swayed with each movement.
Ryuta reached for her breasts, trying to caress them, but the pleasure was too much. He could only cradle their weight as his mind drowned in sensation.
Hiromi's pace quickened, and their pleasure mounted in tandem.
Just as it reached its peak—
"Ahh—! I'm coming, I'm coming, I'm—!"
Hiromi convulsed and collapsed onto Ryuta, her walls clenching around him. The intense pressure sent Ryuta hurtling over the edge, soaring to the pinnacle of bliss.
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