Meiko - Puma Concolor

It's been almost a week since I turned my back on Rin.  Rin Tezuka, the girl I thought I loved.  In the end, I couldn't hope to turn the Rubix Cube that was her mind in the right way.  Safe to say, after our confrontation in the atelier, I couldn't feel less satisfied.  I feel alone, I feel empty.  Maybe it's for the best.  I'm coming upon exams very soon, and should switch my focus to those.  Our romance, or whatever semblance we had of it, is lost now.

As I'm leaving my classes for the day, I see Emi waving at me from down the hall.  I approach her, giving my own haphazard greeting in response.

"Hisao!"  Emi's smile fades as I approach, turning to a frown for a second, followed by something in-between.  "Um, Hisao, hi, how are you?"  I get the feeling she's heard about the debacle between Rin and I.  Can't imagine why else she'd act this unusual.

"I'm fine," I answer, in a sullen tone, not taking any effort to brighten my own expression.

Emi isn't taken aback, and manages to turn the corners of her mouth up once again.  "Hisao, I was, um, thinking you might want to hang out.  My mom's making a great dinner tonight!  She always cooks way too much.  I was thinking... how'd you like to come with me?  It's not a long train ride at all."

What is this?  An attempt to console me?  Emi's looking at me, her eyes just the slightest bit watered.  I know what this is about, and I don't want any of the 'it's okay' therapy.  Still, her face makes me resist saying as much to her.  Free food cooked by a caring mother, and something to do for the day?  With my schedule clear, I accept the offer.  "Sounds good."

"Great!" Emi yelps, clapping her hands together, running off without leading me any further.  I end up spotting her waiting for me at the bus stop just outside the school gates, however.

As Emi said, the bus ride isn't long at all.  Soon enough, we arrive at what she suggests is her house.  Emi runs to the door, almost leaving me behind.  I follow, and as we meet, we enter together.

Before I get the chance to look around much, we're greeted by a face somewhat familiar to me.  Emi's mother, who I originally met on the track bleachers.  I don't recall her name.  Or did I even ask?

"Welcome home, Emi,"  She says, before looking at me with a slight squint in her eyes, "And your friend as well.  I'm sorry, I forgot..."

"Hisao," I respond quickly, giving a bow as I do.

"Yes, of course, welcome, Hisao."  She takes a bow in return.  As she straightens up again, I notice a slight wobbling of her chest, and yank my eyes upwards.  Her expression remains unchanged, but her eyes are looking over me, as if seeing me for the first time.

"Hi mom," Emi pipes, "I thought Hisao could use a home-cooked dinner for once, he's been on those carefully-measured Yamaku regimens."  She says the last part with a large amount of distaste, suggesting that she was subjected to such meals before.

Mrs. Ibarazaki purses her lips just a bit in response to her daughter's comment.  "Oh!  That's no good, Hisao, you need a nice home-cooked meal, once in a while.  We should be able to accommodate you, I made plenty."

"That... seems convenient," I say simply enough.

She looks to the side a bit, a hint of anguish on her face, before returning her gaze to me.  "I'm used to making this much."

Without another word, Emi leads me to the dining room table.  We manage a bit of small-talk while her mother completes the last touches on the meal.  Eventually, she walks out of the kitchen, a large dish in each hand, looking similar to a waitress.  Though, both dishes look to be loaded with much more than a single meal each.

As she lowers the oval plates to the table, I can't hope to comprehend all that I see before me.  A legless bird, a pig's backside, various other flanks of meat I can't identify, surrounded by piles of stewed vegetables and fruits.

This is too much, even for the three of us.  But the smell of everything combined together is absolutely entrancing.

"Mom!"  Emi calls out, looking distraught, "What is this?  Why'd you cook so much!?"

Emi's mother suddenly glances over to me, giving a wink before looking back at her daughter.  "Don't be so modest.  Growing boys like Hisao need a lot of food!"

Emi makes a frown for a moment, but quickly becomes as swayed by the allure of the food being placed in front of us as I am.  A mother's home cooking can always do that, I know as much from my own mother, and this makes for a nice throwback to that.

With this in mind, I speak up, "Wow, this looks amazing."

"Oh..." Emi's mother pipes, hands behind her back, whistling for a moment, "That's a relief.  I just made a few late adjustments, after your arrival.  I was worried it would seem a bit rushed."  Emi's mom is eying me, apparently awaiting a response.

As I dig into the portions placed before me, tasting the savory, melt-in-your-mouth compilation Mrs. Ibarazaki put together, I couldn't give a negative response if I tried.  "It'ch really good."  My mouth is full as I speak.  Luckily, neither of them react to my rudeness.

As I resume eating, Emi flinches in her chair without warning, her eyes going wide.  "Oh!  Oh gosh, I was supposed to return the... and run the..."

Emi seems at a loss for words, or excuses, as it were.  Her mom gives a wave of her hand, "Don't worry Emi, I'll make sure Hisao's well-fed before he leaves.  Just go on and do ya thing," she yells, dressing the end of the sentence with an accent I can't quite place.

Emi gives a last goodbye, and nearly sprints out the door.  I'm still digging into the wonderful food before me.  So many meats, so many veggies, so many... things that are edible.  I don't even care if I can identify them.  I can't get enough.

I eat, I eat, and I eat some more.  Time passes.  At some point, I decide to lift my gaze from the hen I'm ravaging bone-by-bone.  The eyes of Emi's mother meet my own.

"Hisao, was it?"  She asks, long done with the small portion of food on her plate.

"Yeah," I respond sluggishly, as I masticate the cooked flesh of a bird that never got to spread its wings, "I mean, Yeah!  This is wonderful, by the way."

A long moment of silence flows over the dining room, long enough for me to finish most of what's in front of me.  As I'm picking at a few remaining vegetables with my chopsticks, she speaks up again.

"I heard you broke up with Tezuka."  Her expression suggests she's been thinking about something sad for a while.  I really wish people didn't feel the need to be sorry for my own recently failed relationship.

I pull away from the last vestiges of my food long enough to answer, not sure how comfortable I am about the sudden change of topic.  "Yeah."  Yeah.  That's all I can say about it?

She looks crestfallen, suddenly, making a gesture of turning away from me.  "That makes two of us."

I nearly drop my jaw, and the crushed-up zucchini with it, taking in what she just said.  I recall the person she was calling, during the track meeting.  I made my own assumptions about it, but by the tone of the phone call, it would make sense if it and her current break-up were connected.  I'm not even sure if the person referenced is Emi's father, or a shorter, more casual fling.  Maybe I should ask, as she seemed to think it was necessary to bring it up in the first place.  I'm at a loss for words, however, and simply stay silent.

Silence returns, the atmosphere of the room feeling more odd than before, as I finish off the food in front of me.  If I ever look up, she's meeting my gaze, and I return it downwards.  She seems really concerned about her cooking.  Or maybe she still wants me to respond.  Share in our loneliness, or something.

I clear what's in my throat long enough to speak.  "I meant it before, it's really good," I say, trying to keep my eyes on her own, staring at me in a way I don't recognize.

"Is that so?  Then, I'm glad," She says with a mostly neutral tone, her face completely drained of the peppiness I'd seen before.

Meat gone, veggies gone, as I continue my slow work upon finishing up the latter, I hear her voice again.  "Almost done, Hisao?"

She's right, I am almost done.  "Yeah," I wolf down a few pieces before continuing, "This was amazing!  I'm glad I skipped out on the cold-cuts at school today."

At this, she lets out a giggle, "That's good, I'd hate to have my hard work go to waste."

"It won't," I answer, gulping down a last mouthful.  "It reminds me of the stuff my own mom used to make."

That's mostly a lie.  My mother did what she could, cooking simple recipes, ramen with a little old meat, and other such oddities.  The tastes in my mouth through the evening were reminiscent of that, granted, with higher quality ingredients this time, and it made me feel at home, for once in a long while.

"Emi's not back yet..." Mrs., or as I know now, Miss Ibarazaki, remarks with a sigh, looking to the side.  "Are you leaving already?"  Her eyes, gleaming, showing off an emerald sheen, suddenly turn to me, looking for a specific answer.

I hesitate, nervously, red spots undoubtedly showing up on my cheeks.  "We um... should wait for Emi?" I respond haphazardly, glancing sideways to Emi's still-full plate.

"She'll be around,"  Emi's mother coos, in an oddly gentle tone, "My shows are starting soon, I'll have to excuse myself.  Unless... you want to watch with me?"  Her eyes are on me now, expectant, lonely in a way

I shift my own eyes away as gracefully as possible, looking for a legitimate answer.  Is this some sort of odd date?  I glance briefly along her curvy hips, and surprisingly taut stomach, hidden behind her robe but still showing their shape.

From the edge of my eyes, I spot a snide glare, an expression I wouldn't be surprised at all to see Emi making.  As I directly focus on her face, however, she looks to still be holding a neutral expression.  She then gets up from her chair, and walks to what I assume is the living room, without another word.

I look at the scraps of food before me.  I'm a guest in a completely empty room.  I'm confined.  I can't stay here.  Not in the dining room, anyway.  Though as a guest, I can't just bail out now, either.  I hope Emi won't take too long, I should probably get to my homework as soon as possible.  I get up and make my way towards the spot where Miss Ibarazaki is sitting, a fairly roomy couch.  Passing off anything else I'm thinking, I sit on the side furthest from her.

The soap opera playing on the TV is boring, though the couch I'm sitting on is comfortable, and inviting me to grow tired.  My eyes become heavy.

'He slept with the girl's mother, big deal'.  My odd thoughts about the droll soap opera blend together as my eyes close.  What wakes me up is a sudden warmth across my legs and waist.  My eyes open.  I see a leg of someone I don't know across my torso.  As my eyes open, I immediately see Emi's mom, her eyes slanted just a bit, looking right at me.

"Hey there, big boy,"  She coos, rubbing her shapely leg back and forth, slowly pulling up her robe as she does.

I try to make up an excuse for why I passed out, along with trying not to respond to the movement of her leg.  I fail.  "H-huh?" is all I can groggily call out.

She rubs, harder, moving closer to me, the deepest parts of her thigh making contact with me for a moment.  Before I realize it, her whole body's upon me, still rubbing, her face almost in contact with my own.

I want to resist.  I want to pull away, and I try to do so.  I'm pinned.  "Um..." is all I manage to let out in protest.

No, that's not all I manage to let out.  Something else in the lower half of my body is trying to let itself out, and I'm powerless to stop it.

"Oh..." She takes a long breath out as her fingers touch my hips, lifting my shirt the slightest bit, feeling her way down my pants.  "You're not saying much, but your desire's still plain as day.  I can already feel it through this thin uniform of yours."

Her reach invades into my boxers.  At the same time, she squeezes her chest with her arms, causing her cleavage to deepen, and her breasts to press more tightly against her robe.  "You've been staring at me all along, haven't you?  I saw.  You young men always stare.  It's a wonderful feeling, you know, to be as... aged as I am, and still have the high school boys gawking at me as much as ever, if not more.  I've never had one this close to me, though."

Her fingers creep down more, ever so slowly, barely making contact, causing certain parts to twitch involuntarily.  "So, it's okay," She continues on, "You can stare.  Wouldn't you like a better look, though?  This outfit's awfully hot, and easy to take off, but... I guess my hands are tied.  Would you be a dear and help me out... Hii-chan?"

Hii-chan?  Oh great.  I'd be concerned about this being the most awkward situation I've ever encountered, but my hormones are currently overpowering every other sense I have right now.

She's really giving it her all.  I can't refuse her.  So, why not?  We're both single now, right?

I give a nod, and try my best guess at disrobing her.  Her clothing falls down easily, not being tied very tightly at all.  As I gaze upon the amazing, bra-less sight in front of me, it suddenly comes to my mind why I'm so worried.

"Wh-what about Emi?" I croak, my chest feeling labored by the increasing weight she's putting on me.  "She could be back any time."

"Shh..." She responds, accentuating her meaning by planting a kiss on my lips, pushing a very plush and soft against them.  She pulls back and whispers, "Silly boy.  I already locked the door."

"But..."

"But..." She says, repeating my word and mimicking my nervous voice, "If you're so concerned... I wonder how quick I can make this."  She transitions her hands to the task of undoing my pants and boxers, suddenly picking up the pace.  "What are you waiting for?  Touch me already... this is your first time, isn't it?"  She thrusts her chest forward, her breasts bobbing up and down.

Without directly answering her accusation, I nod, and cup them with my hands.  Her eyes look at me with growing impatience as she begins to slip entirely out of her clothing.  I grip a little more firmly, the firm tips being rubbed with my palms.  She lets out a soft moan in response, kissing me once again, wrapping her arms around me, enveloping me with her naked body.

Everything down below gets even warmer.  Miss Ibarazaki expertly guides myself into her.  The feeling is unknown to me, yet at the same time, unmistakable.  "Uhh, wait, we can't do something like this without..."  I let out a moan as I try to utter the last word, "Pro..."

"Protection?" She asks between kisses as she begins to move her hips.  "You worry a lot, don't you, Hii-chan.  That's smart of you, but there's no need for concern, I'm on the pill."  She thrusts a little harder, causing the couch under us to squeak.  "Now, are there any other questions, or are you gonna relax already?"

"Yeah, I got it... no more questions," I answer, trying my best to match her movements.

She seemed like a gentle woman at first, but now proves to be surprisingly strong, nearly smothering me with her arms, chest, and lips, and most of all, down below, practically milking me with her womanhood.

I can't last any longer.  As the scent of our actions, combined with her own floral perfume, hits my nose, I release.  My body goes rigid, nearly every muscle becomes tense, effectively paralyzing me.  She soon follows suit, pointing her face to the ceiling, letting out a surprisingly high-pitched moan, squeezing me so hard my ribs feel like they're going to crack.

After a few more fleeting moments, she rolls off of me, returning to her original sitting position on the couch, letting out a soft sigh of contentment.  "Hii-chan, that was-"

Her statement is interrupted by a sudden rattling of the doorknob behind us, followed by a more insistent jerking of it as well as knocks on the door itself.  "Hey!  Mom!  Hisao?  You guys in there?  What's the big idea!?"

Uh oh.  Better get my pants back on.  Gotta go fast.