Hanako - Bathtime for Two

“I can't believe I still remember how to play that game.”

“Me too, it's been a while since I've gone in there.”

“Seriously, it's like hard-coded into my hand or something. Too bad you still beat me 5 out of 5 times.”

Hanako blushes a bit before answering “W-Well...I practiced a lot...”

She gives a feeble smile as we step out of the dim light of the mall arcade, tired from a day of window shopping, more dangerous antics in the costume store, playing around in the arcade and getting swept up in whatever else catches our eye, a photo booth at one point and an ice cream stall at another.

“How did you get so good at it? Me and my old friends spent a long time in the arcade, and yet you make it seem like I'm completely new to the game!”

“The arcade has lots of free nights...Akira used to take me there every now and then.” she answers.

“Akira took you to the arcade and got you into that game?”

“I normally don't like competitive games, but she insisted. I've only ever used Ibuki though...” she continues.

“Well she works pretty well for you. First time I've ever been defeated with Sagat...”

She flashes another cute smile, either from the praise or from the memory of three flawless victories.

“Wait, who does Akira use?” I ask.

“Dudley.” she answers.

Why does that make so much sense?!

“Wait, it's just competitive games you don't like? I never imagined you being interested in video games at all, really.” I confess.

She jumps as if a well-kept secret had just been released to the public, backing away as she hides her face under her hat.

“O-Only a little...” she murmurs.

“There's no reason to act embarrassed, everyone has things they enjoy.” I comment, unable to resist patting her on the head.

She shoots me a cute pout as she pushes my hand away and replaces the hat. Upon checking the time, we realize that it's been over five hours since we arrived, and decide to step out to the bus stop.

Thankfully we're the only two getting on from here, although the lack of AC explains the shortage of passengers, with both of us soon sitting back and either tugging at collars or fanning ourselves from the sweltering heat.

“Aren't you hot in that?” I ask, pointing at the denim jacket draped over her shoulders.

“I'm fine.” she replies, clasping her fingers together to keep herself from fidgeting.

The dark spot at her neck and the beads of sweat dripping down her face seem to indicate otherwise.

“It's a long ride back. You sure?”

She nods her head and insists on sticking it out, crossing her arms in adamancy.

“C'mon, I can tell it's unbearable in that.” I comment.

“Don't worry about me.” she answers, giving me a nervous smile.

“Would you rather I tore it off of you?” I continue, flashing a mischievous grin.

A light blush flashes across her face before she nods and slips out of the jacket, laying it in her lap before pulling her hat off as well. Under her jacket lies nothing more than a white tank-top, the exposed scarring on her arm never failing to draw attention from the other passengers.

However, Hanako makes no attempt to shy away from their stares, wrapping her arm around mine and resting her head on my shoulder. Noting that only five minutes have passed, I give in to the temptation and lay against her.

It takes about half an hour to get back to the small town surrounding Yamaku, where we disembark in front of the Shanghai. I resist the urge to go inside and spend even more money, instead locking hands with Hanako and beginning the ten minute hike back to Yamaku.

“It is a scorcher today. We need to find a better way of getting around.” I comment with a chuckle.

“Y-Yeah.”

The silence resumes until we cross through the giant, iron-wrought gates of Yamaku Academy.

“Did you have fun?” I ask as her dorm draws into sight, letting go of her hand.

“Yes, we need to do that again.” she comments, fidgeting as a light blush flows through her face.

“Of course, maybe we could go on Sunday before break ends.” I reply, not mentioning the fact that today drained most of my funds and my parents aren't going to be happy about me asking for money again.

“I'd like that...” she murmurs.

“Sunday it is then.”

We both stand in a conversational stalemate, unsure of what to say, which is a real pain considering the heat.

“I guess this is where we part then. I'm gonna go take a shower, this heat is really getting to me.” I comment, peeling the sweat-soaked shirt off of my skin.

“That's okay, I was thinking the same thing.” she answers.

We share a hug before going our separate ways: Hanako to the girl's dorm and I to my own.

Being summer vacation, most of the school has vacated. Between the beach trip and personal business, only a few teachers and students remain, albeit never crossing paths – not that I mind, though. Hanako is still here, and neither my parents or the school mind me staying here for the week.

Lilly's gone to visit her family for the week, leaving Hanako and I all the 'alone time' in the world, although we've been pretty squeamish about 'that' ever since the first time in her room.

Upon reaching my room, I'm overcome with a dire need to fling off all of my clothing as if I would die had I spent another second in it. Against my bare skin, the AC changes from unnoticable to unbearable, with the temperature feeling as though it had just dropped a full 30 degrees. I make a point of preparing the bath as fast as I can and jump into the lukewarm water, a towel hanging on the door handle.

I settle into the bathtub, something I rarely take the chance to do. A full 8 feet in length and 2 feet deep with water, I fit in just fine, submerged up to my chest in warm water. Instead of scrubbing or doing any sort of cleaning, I lay back and relax, content to do nothing for the rest of the afternoon.

Now that I think about it; Kenji's gone, as is most everyone else on the floor. On top of that, I've got no chores, no homework, no classes, and I'm sure Hanako is done for the day as well, unless she calls me over for some board games or something of that sort. Neither of us has a TV, so as nice as a movie would be, it's outside our range. Hell, I could sit here all day and not have to worry about a thing!

I actually start to consider the idea until I hear the door open and close behind me, followed by the sound of skin shuffling against tile.

Upon turning around I find the dark-haired girl, her figure fully exposed except for the towel clenched between her hands. Her eyes dart around anxiously, the same light shade of red flushed over the pale skin of her face as usual.

“H-Hanako?!” I ask, grabbing a washcloth and hiding my shame.

“There's no one else here and I w-wanted to spend more time with you...” she mutters, avoiding eye contact.

I can't help but give a weak nod as she paces over and sits in the tub, leaving her towel on a hanger as she settles in behind me.

“D-do you...want me to...”

“If you'd like...” I reply, the amount of blood rushing to my head rendering active thought useless.

I've seen her naked, and she's seen me naked, but this is different; I just can't shake the embarrassment. It's not like this is something we shouldn't do, we're a couple! Maybe it's just the fact that we've only been this way for a few weeks...

Her hand shuffles around the tub for a washcloth, my instinct telling me not to let her have the one I have but my teenage desires forcing me to hand it to her, leaving me totally exposed both above and below the water.

She takes the cloth out of my hand, hesitating for a bit before sliding it up my spine and rubbing it between my shoulders, right over the base of my neck. It's a bit of a sensitive spot for me, and it sends warm shivers down my body.

“Are you okay?”

“Y-yeah, don't worry about it.” I answer.

“H-How is it?” she asks.

“Gr...ood.” I answer.

“Wha-”

“I mean good. And great. Great and good.” I yell out of embarassment.

I blush almost as brightly as she does, leaving an awkward silence as she continues. But awkwardness aside, it does feel nice, like a really good back massage. Except we're naked.

The social discomfort gradually fades away as she makes her way down my back, getting a little bit of enjoyment out of tickling my sides before stopping at the base of my spine.

“U-um...do you want me to do the front too?” she asks.

Maturity says no. Male mentality says yes.

“Go ahead.” I mutter, flustered by the mere thought of what could happen.

My entire body heats up as a strange and yet satisfying softness presses against my back, with Hanako's small hands rubbing the washcloth against my chest. Her chin rests on my shoulder as her arms slide down my torso, leaving a trail of soap suds from my chest, down my stomach and then to...

I can feel the heat coming off of her face as the cloth feebly slides down my pelvis, my own embarrassment spiking as her hands get a reaction out of me.

The texture of the rag envelops a certain something and squeezes, gliding up and down and causing my entire body to tense up against her.

“H...Hanako...”

“Ah! S-Shouldn't I wash there?” she asks, the cloth still wrapped around me.

“Well, I don't mind, it's just...” I stumble over myself in an attempt to explain what the issue is.

The reality is that there is no issue, but for some reason I don't feel okay with this. We're a couple, so what we're doing isn't exactly wrong, but at the same time it is. My body says yes, but my mind says no. And then part of my heart says yes, and the other part says no, and...

Hanako's hand quivers against me, making it even harder to think as the soft texture slithering up and down against the sensitive skin sends chills up my body.

Unable to think of anything to say, I merely nod my head and try to keep a groan from escaping my throat. Her wrist starts to turn in and out again, her other hand resting against my shoulder and her soft torso pressed against my back, shifting up and down every so often.

“D-Does it feel good?” she asks, her voice shaking with anxiety.

“Yeah.” I answer, my fingers digging into my knees in anxiety as her hand works its way up and down.

“I'm glad...” she concedes, her body relaxing as she realizes that I'm having just as much fun as her.

The cloth gets pulled further and further out of her grip as this goes on, eventually resulting in her bare fingers caressing my skin. It isn't long before a tightening feeling builds up in my lower body, with a certain part of me throbbing and twitching in her hand.

Before I can truly embarrass myself by erupting right in her grasp, I grab her wrist and sit up, knowing that it'll take what's left of my fortitude to get out of the situation.

“I think we should stop.” I say, wincing from the sensation of stopping abruptly like that.

“I'm sorry...” she responds, taking her hand away and letting it hang at her side.

“No, it's nothing to apologize for, I just want to have my turn~!” I answer.

“W-What?”

“Turn around.” I command, feeling her back against mine before doing the same.

I rinse the washcloth in the tub as she gathers her long hair and pulls it over her shoulder. The sight of her bare back dazes me a little, an image of the contrast between the clean, pale tint of her left half and the darkened scar-tissue of her right being imprinted in my mind.

I take the damp rag and massage her back with it, feeling her tense muscles relax into my hands as I take in the texture of her smooth back.

Her back arches the farther down I go, a gentle moan slithering out of her throat as I reach the middle; I guess we all have our weak spots, huh?

Eventually I reach her tailbone and rinse the cloth in the tub, unable to keep my eyes from gliding over her hips and supple rear as I move around to the front.

She lets out a gasp as the rag presses against her chest, but raises no objections as my hands gloss over her soft breasts, at one point accidentally dropping the washcloth and leaving her bare skin against my palm, my fingers sinking into her flesh as their warmth fills the gaps between my skin.

“H-Hisao...” she sighs, her hands fidgeting as I practically grope her.

“Ah, uh, sorry...couldn't help it.” I mutter.

“It's not that I mind, it's just...” she answers.

Caught in seemingly the exact same situation as I was, she pulls out of her flustered stupor and nods her head, motioning for me to continue.

I pick the washcloth out of her lap and pick up where I was before being sidetracked by perversion, letting the rag slide across her smooth belly.

Eventually we come to an impasse, with my hand sitting on her thigh and a nervous Hanako shaking in what could either be fright or anticipation. I hedge my bets on the latter and let my hand slide between her legs, the cloth gliding across her inner-thigh before 'accidentally' falling off and leaving my bare hand perched against her privates.

Her breathing quickens and her skin heats up against me as I rub the nub between her legs with the tip of my finger, gauging her reactions the farther in I move.

I wrap the other arm around her waist and rest my head on her shoulders, hearing her anxious breaths as I slide in further and further. She lets out a tiny squeal and clenches her legs together as the tip of my finger slithers inside, holding still until she relaxes into my embrace.

“Nnnh~” she moans as my index finger creeps in up to the joint, clenching her eyes shut to keep from tensing up as my digit starts to wiggle around inside of her, the cute noises sliding out of her mouth only driving me to go further.

I feel around inside of her forbidden spot, the tip of my index finger rubbing against the warm, slick skin of her insides.

“H-Hisao...” she moans, her hands clenched together in her lap.

“Does it feel good?” I mutter into her ear.

She gives a forceful nod of her head before letting out a loud “aaanh~” as my middle finger joins in, her entire body shaking in my arms as my two digits dance around.

Before I can keep going, she sits up and bit and scoots back into my lap, gripping my thighs as even more of our bodies make contact. Her back rests against my torso, her legs against mine, and...

“Hanako, um...”

She gathers all of her willpower to ask “W-What?”

“You know that...”

A certain part of me perks up even more against her rear, the sensitive skin of my lower half nestled in the soft warmth of her butt.

“I...I know...” she answers, feebly inching her hips back and forth as my two fingers undulate in and out, side to side.

I have to bite my lip to keep a long groan from escaping as her hips hinge up and down, the soft flesh of her rear rubbing against me and creating a warm sensation that dances through my body. Her small frame wriggles in my arms, the intensity of her cute cries increasing as my fingers explore the slickness between her hips.

Eventually Hanako's entire body goes slack in my arms, resting against me without moving a single muscle.

“Went a little too far, didn't I?” I ask with an awkward chuckle.

“N-No, it's just...”

“Hm?”

“We're doing...this.” she answers, still blushing.

“Do you not want to?”

She shakes her head, fidgeting around as she searches for the right words.

“Hanako, we don't have to go any further if you don't w-”

“I do!” she interrupts before realizing what she's just said and shrinking away, her face dyed a deep crimson. She pushes herself out of my lap and turns toward me, her entire body exposed in my sight.

“B-but I don't want to if you don't...” she continues.

This is just one big mess, huh?

I lean in and kiss her on the forehead before taking her into my arms, patting her damp hair.

“I understand.” I whisper, unable to think of anything to say.

She leans into my embrace and wraps her arms around me, the hug feeling a little awkward with both of us sitting down, but the meaning is what matters.

“H-Hisao...” she whispers, gripping me even tighter.

“What is it?” I ask.

She pulls away and faces me, a determined glint in her eye.

“P...P....P...P...” she stutters, her face flushing as she tries to squeeze out the right words.

Not enough, apparently.

“P...?”

She stops, shakes her head and locks eyes with me again, calling upon all the determination her small body can muster.

“Please...make love...to me...”

The last part of her sentence barely comes out as a whisper, with only my perverted brain filling in the gaps and slowing time to a freeze.

'Please make love to me'? Is that really what she said? Did I hear her right? Would she ever even say something like that?!

Part of me wants to ask what she said, and if that's really what she said, what did she mean?!

What if that's not what she said? Won't I look like the biggest idiot asking if she wants me to make love to her?!

What if she just wants a kiss? I don't want an awkward repeat where my body thinks sex is the answer to everything! What if she's specifically telling me that she doesn't want to go there? I've already forced myself on her once, any more than that would be unbearable! I'd never be able to forgive myself!

My entire body heats up as I contemplate all the possibilities, so much so that I'm sure clouds of steam must be spraying out of my ears. My hands shake and my mouth goes dry and I'm stuttering and the world is spinning around me and-

Hanako grabs my shoulders and presses her lips against mine, an effective reset button.

Also an effective stalling tool for her, having quickly forgotten what she was going to say and jumping back in, her lips settling into mine as the situation runs farther and farther away from any sort of structure. The only thing driving us now happens to be base teenage desire.

Without breaking away, she grabs my hand and places it on her chest, wincing a little as I instinctively squeeze, my index finger and thumb pinching the firm pink nub on the tip of her breast.

However, as soon as I try to bring sense back into my body and pull away, she grabs my wrist with both hands and firmly plants the palm of mine between her breasts, a look of determination taking over her expression as she breaks away.

“H-Hanako, are we-”

She cuts me off, keeping my lips sealed with her index finger.

Her thin arms push against me until I'm leaning back against the edge of the tub. She crawls over and lays down on top of me, a lascivious warmth coming to rest against my lower half as she parts her legs around my hips.

Still not a word spoken between us, she plants a light peck against the sealed gash across my sternum, relaxing against me as her hands slide down my arms, her fingers dancing across my palms.

Her fingers intertwine with mine as she leans in again, kissing me with an almost ferocious air about her. The small frame on top of me shivers with anticipation, from the feminine chest pressed against mine to the small feet mingling with mine, her toes grazing my ankles.

She breaks away once more with a hesitant gaze, a look of uncertainty hiding behind her eyes. However, she shakes the thoughts, as well as the words welling up in her throat, away as she sits up, rising onto her knees as she reaches down and positions me between her fingers, our bodies so close that I can feel myself prodding the warmth between her legs.

“Nnnnh...Aah~...”

She slides down, back arching I dive into her, all of the pent up emotions being released in a steady stream of cute moans and gasps as Hanako and I become one. I wince a little as she tightens up, the hot slickness thumping against me as the base touches her hips.

My hands find their way to her smooth thighs, holding her steady as she starts to move, our bodies separating inch by inch before rejoining, a long-winded moan slinking out of her as she slides back down.

As the tempo starts to pick up little by little, she falls forward and grips my shoulders, laying her head against my chest as her hips rise and fall, her hot breath sliding across my bare skin and into the air.

I take a second to thank whoever needs to be thanked that the dorm is empty at this hour, as the tiled environment only amplifies Hanako's cries, the sound of splashing water doing nothing to help this fact.

She picks herself up again and plants her small hands against my chest, our eyes locking together as she bounces up and down, her perky chest jiggling each time our hips contact. I let one hand slither from her leg, up her belly and onto her firm chest, its warmth filling the gaps between my fingers.

“H-Hisao~” she moans as I pinch her perky nipple between the tips of my fingers, gently twisting and taking in her reaction as she tightens around me. Her head rears back and a long 'aaaaaaaahn” slithers out of her throat as I let go, my hips bucking into hers as my hand sinks into the flesh of her hips.

Our bodies' rhythm increases further and further, eventually to the point where the up-and-down motion of Hanako's body creates waves across the surface of the water, its contents spilling out onto the floor with each pass. My eyes gloss over the curvature of her figure, her slim form complimented by a pair of sizable breasts and wide, full hips, curving down to her dainty feet on a set of long, shapely legs.

Her light-toned skin glistens with bathwater, a thin layer of sweat forming under it as we continue, our motions increasing in force as each of us drives on in ecstasy, each fall of her hips met by a rise of mine, our skin slapping together in tandem.

Eventually I lose the ability to keep control of my voice, the feminine moans and rushing water soon mixed with a set of male groans, all rising in volume as time goes on.

My head spins in euphoria as my senses try to address all the sights, sounds, and feelings overwhelming me, the only thought in my mind staying on course being the base drive for pleasure.

I sit up and rest my head against her chest, pulling her closer to myself as she wraps her legs around me, our bodies never decreasing in tempo as we push on in ecstasy. Hanako clutches me against her chest, her chin settling against my head as we go on and on and on.

“Hisao, I'm...I'm...”

She lets out another long moan as I increase the force of my thrusts, the pressure building in my lower half only driving me further.

In an instant, our moans eclipse into one harmonious cry, releasing everything we have against each other. My back arches and I lose control as her fingernails dig into my flesh, her arms pulling me into her chest and holding onto me as if I would fly away if she let go.

I fall back against the rim of the tub and Hanako follows, our lips locked together for what feels like an eternity. As soon as we break away, she slumps onto my shoulder, the roar of sex soon replaced by two exhausted breaths, our chests heaving against one another as we try to calm down.

Hanako lifts her hips one last time and disconnects our bodies before falling back down, her figure coming to rest against me.

There are no words in my head. Nothing capable of describing anything, the events leading up to this, the act that just happened, my emotions for the girl I acted with.

Well, no, there are a few words.

“Hanako.”

I let my hand sift through the dark locks resting against my chest, my heart doing a back-flip as her head tilts up and her amethyst-tinted eyes gaze into mine.

“I love you.” I say, more clearly than anything I've ever spoken, as if it were more natural than something like breathing or eating.

The sides of her mouth curl up into a weak smile, holding back a giggle as she returns with “I love you too.”

We share a satisfied grin as we both climb back onto our knees, knowing without it being said that we can't just sit here and fall asleep in the tub.

As attractive as that idea is right about now...

I grab the towel and wrap it around Hanako's head, chuckling at her cute cries as I ruffle her hair underneath it. I run the cloth over her shoulders, down her smooth back and around her torso, her front and her behind, and across every inch of her legs.

She does the same for me, leaving my hair in just as much of a mess despite taking so much care with every other part of my body.

Upon re-entering my room, I notice that the clock reads 8:20.

“We were in there for a whole hour.” I comment, snickering.

Hanako giggles as well as she looks around for where she left her clothes. They're flung every which direction, so I can't help but think that she threw them off in a hurry to get in as fast as possible. Was she worried that I'd finish before she got to me or something?

However, instead of putting her own clothes back on, she merely steps into a pair of white panties before wandering into my closet and retrieving an oversized T-shirt, one I've never even wore since I got here.

“Can I?” she asks, holding the hanger over her meager frame.

Yeah, I guess 8 is as good a time to hit the sack as any, especially with how tired I am after...that.

I throw on a pair of boxers and a t-shirt as Hanako hops into my bed, shooting me an inviting expression as she holds the covers up.

My room is a mess, the bathroom is half-flooded, and there's plenty of other issues at hand. But you know what? I've got better things to worry about. I jump into bed, reaching out to turn off the lamp before snuggling up to the cute girl next to me, my arms finding their way around her slender waist.

Our lips briefly touch as if it were a natural thing to do and she nestles her head against my shoulder, the darkness of rest taking hold as I let my eyes shut.

Six more days of summer vacation like this. Hell, I wouldn't mind if every day for the rest of my life was like this.