Shizune - Gifts

The aftermath of what looks like a sugar binge lies on the table between the three of us, each dish either completely cleaned out or well on its way there. The spring sun slips through the window beside our booth, casting a bright glow on the scene before us.

“That was amazing~.” A certain pink-haired girl croons with satisfaction, her head resting on the table as she twirls a parfait spoon between the fingers of her idle hand. Since we were rushed here straight after class, she’s still wearing her school uniform.

In the seat to my right sits our student council president, also clad in her school uniform and a smirk on her lips as she lays back in the booth. She lets her head tilt against my shoulder, somehow tired despite the incredible amounts of sugar we’ve consumed today.

Nineteen years old today, huh? They say you’re supposed to develop a distaste for sweet foods as you get older, but somehow she continues to prove me wrong time and time again.

Naturally, we’re only granted a few moments of peace before Yuuko comes back to our table and deposits the bill, giving a curt, almost forced bow.

“Did you tell her I said happy birthday?” She says, a serving tray hanging from her fingers as she fidgets.

I lightly nudge Shizune in the side, bringing her back into her usual ‘alert’ setting. With that, I bring my hands up and relay the message, somehow managing to catch her attention before Misha does.

“[Yuuko says happy birthday.]”

A curt smile forms on her lips and she nods, her fingers beginning to move at a rapid tempo as usual.

This time, however, Misha takes the liberty of translating. “Shicchan says thanks~!”

Yuuko returns her smile, shifting her weight back and forth from one foot to the other. “Nineteen now, huh? I remember when I was turning nineteen…”

She trails off into her own thoughts and begins to ramble on. “Then I turned twenty, and twenty-one, and… now I can’t stand my birthday anymore.”

“Huh?” I ask, Shizune’s look of curiosity matching mine as Misha continues to translate.

“Every year I’m reminded that I’m getting older and I’m running out of time before it isn’t considered socially acceptable to be in college anymore.” Yuuko mutters. “It won’t be long before I’m the creepy unmarried lady who gets gray hairs even though she’s only thirty!”

Our attempts to get her to calm down go unheard as someone at another table beckons, causing her to nearly trip on her apron as she tries to make a mad dash for the other customers.

“[I’m not that old yet.]” Shizune asserts, laying back in the seat as I reach for the bill.

Even at first glance, my head spins at the absurd prices and amounts we’ve racked up. Two banana parfaits, three servings of chocolate ice cream, two slices of blueberry pie, one glass of chocolate milk, three portions of white cake, an entire root beer float…

“[You two are really expensive to feed, you know that, right?]” I sign upon dropping the leaflet on the table, already feeling the weight drain from my wallet as my eyes trail down to the bottom and grimace at the total.

“Wahaha~!” Misha bellows, giving an uncomfortable groan as she shifts in her seat to compensate for her full stomach. “It was worth it, wasn’t it?”

Shizune elbows me in the size with a cocky grin. “[Leave it to Hisao to not appreciate the opportunity to treat two cute girls.]”

“[When you said you wanted to go out to the Shanghai for your birthday, I didn’t think I’d be spending most of my month’s allowance.]” I reply before looking through my wallet and sliding a few ¥2,000 notes onto the table.

“[That sounds like a personal problem.]” She signs with a catlike grin, pausing for a moment with her hands frozen in the air. “[I’m thankful, though.]”

With that, she grabs my arm and pushes it down before pressing her lips against my cheek, much to Misha’s amusement as I realize that Shizune’s mouth is still cold from the helping of chocolate ice cream she just finished.

Shizune pauses once more while staring at me with one eyebrow raised. “[Oops.]”

She grabs a napkin and wipes it against my cheek, holding my entire face steady with her other hand.

“[What was that for?]” I ask.

“[You should have told me I had chocolate on my lip. I didn’t notice until it got left behind on your cheek.]” She returns, a blank look on her face as she no doubt tries to play off such an imperfection.

I rub my cheek a few times, still able to feel the cold imprint where her lips touched. “[Are you going to do it right this time?]”

She meets my request with a pout, turning to avoid eye contact. “[Nope. That’s all the thanks you get today.]”

“[I think I’ve done plenty of things to be appreciated for today!]” I sign back, a lump building in my throat as Yuuko comes back and takes the bill as well as over half of my allowance with her.

“Well maybe you should do more things to be appreciated for~!” Misha interjects, her eyes jumping between both of us as she leans onto both arms. “Maybe you should give her your present~.”

Ah, the present I went and chose out a few days ago. I took Misha to the mall with me to go shopping around for something, but ultimately I had to play it by the feeling of my gut. Between the constant suggestions for underwear because Shizune’s bras are always too small, we managed to find a small jewelry store – the place where the other half of this month’s allowance was spent.

It wasn’t anything extravagant, just a silver bracelet. Not that sterling nonsense either, it’s actual silver. I didn’t feel comfortable selling a kidney to be able to afford gemstones of any sort, but I think it meets and even exceeds the standard for a birthday present when we’ve been dating for a little less than a year.

“[I would, but I left it in my room.]” I confess, able to picture the long black box exactly where I left it on my desk. “[Figured I’d have time to go back and get it before the celebration, instead of having to go straight to the Shanghai after class.]”

Shizune and Misha both give me a disappointed frown, although Shizune quickly perks up as other thoughts enter her head. “[How big is it?]”

“[What, the present?]” I sign, knowing that I’ve already set her up for disappointment if size is all that matters.

“[Yes!]” She confirms, stopping to shake my arm with anticipation. “[Should I be happy that it’s too big to fit in your pocket or disappointed that you didn’t have enough foresight to take it with you to class?]”

“[Both? Don’t you think a what, five-course dessert is enough of a present for now?]” I retort, only warranting another satisfied giggle from the girl across the table.

Shizune scratches her chin for a moment while leering at me, her gaze searching over my figure as if to make sure that it isn’t hidden on my person. “[Of course not! I’m curious now that I know you remembered to get something!]”

The amount of anticipation she’s feeling just for my gift already has me feeling giddy. “[C’mon, I thought adults weren’t supposed to get all excited about their presents.]”

“[Then what am I supposed to do? I’m excited because I have high expectations for you.]” She returns, crossing her arms and giving me a cute pout as I let out a chuckle.

“[What about Misha? What did she give you?]”

Both Misha and Shizune reach into their skirt pockets for the cell phones, holding them up after a short delay. They both have matching cell phone straps, a blue kitten ornament hanging from Shizune’s and a pink one from Misha’s.

“[Oh. That’s cute.]” I remark as both of the felines dangle in the air.

Misha sets hers back down on the table to translate. “Wahaha~! What did you get her, Hicchan? You didn’t even show me when we were at the mall!”

We never actually told each other what we got. I used Misha to find out a rough estimate of what Shizune’s jewelry sizes could be, but we split up before I committed to buying anything. That means I could play this as a surprise, then!

“[It’s a surprise.]” I state, much to Shizune’s increased interest.

A loud snap cracks through my ears, causing my gaze to immediately lock into Shizune’s. “[Where is it, then?]”

***********

I grab the black box off of my desk before turning around and holding it out to Shizune. Rather than comment on how big she expected it to be, her blue eyes look it up and down, examining its dimensions carefully as her brain processes each and every little detail.

After a small delay, she receives it from my hands before opening the lid, her eye gleaming as she traces each tiny contour of the silver piece of jewelry.

“[I figured you’d like silver more than gold.]”

She sets the box down on a nearby shelf in order to give a response, a blank expression on her face as she takes in each and every detail. “[Silver is easier to break than gold. It also tarnishes quicker.]”

I scratch my cheek in embarrassment. “[Well… yeah, but… I don’t know. I just think you’d look better in silver. It goes with your eyes a lot better than gold would.]”

“[I wasn’t complaining.]” She returns before grabbing the long strand of silver and pinching it between her fingers.

The design is rather simple, consisting of a chain of tiny links and ending in a pendant shaped like a heart. It doesn’t look like it’ll be too big for her wrist, but considering how slender Shizune is everywhere other than a few certain spots, I might be mistaken.

I take it from her hands before holding it out for her wrist, having to struggle to open the tiny clasp with my thumb.

Once it’s fastened around her wrist, she lifts her hand and glances at it in the light, a strange glow in her eyes as she looks it up and down. “[I’ll take good care of it.]”

Without warning, she grabs my hand and pulls me closer, planting her lips against mine. I pull away for a split second, meeting her gaze as I grab her shoulders and do the same. We meet, pull apart, and meet again in quick succession, gradually shuffling across the room until she’s fallen back onto my bed, grabbing my tie at the last moment and taking me with her.

“[I bet this is why you left it in your room.]” She signs mere inches from my face, her slender frame positioned underneath my body.

Noticing that I’m unable to sign thanks to both of my arms being in use, she nudges my shoulder and positions herself on top of me, both hands on my shoulders as I reply with “[I seriously forgot it here. I thought you’d want to go out to a big, fancy restaurant and I’d have a chance to come back and pick it up.]”

Upon seeing my response, we change spots again, rolling over until I’m back on top. Her response is rather simple, though, only a sly “[sure you did]” before she wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me into another kiss.

Whether she thought I had an answer or if she just wanted to re-assert herself as the dominant one, we roll over once more and she pushes me back against the bed.

“[What, you don’t believe me?]”

“[Maybe I don’t want to believe you.]” She replies as sits up and straddles me, undoing her necktie and letting the individual ribbons of cloth rest against her bust. “[You’re just the kind of guy that would try to get his girlfriend into his bedroom on her birthday.]”

With that stated, she then leans in and starts to undo my tie, dexterously kicking her shoes off at the same time. Her legs are clad in those same navy-blue stockings as usual, leaving an alluring gap of skin between them and her green uniform skirt.

I grip the bed as I try to shift into a more comfortable position, one where my legs aren’t hanging off the edge of the bed. “[It’s not like I didn’t think of that. I figured you’d rather have a backrub or a day off of student council duties than a go at me behind locked doors.]”

She pauses upon receiving my message, a playful smirk on her lips. “[Are you going to make me choose between them?]”

“[You could have all three, if that’s what you’re asking.]” I retort as she pulls my tie away from my collar and flings it over her shoulder.

Her brow narrows and an alluring smirk forms on her lips as she stops in the middle of undoing my shirt buttons. “[That’s what I thought.]”

As soon as she untucks and frees me from the uniform shirt, I give her a defiant “[you might have to work harder for one of those, though]” before rolling back over on top of her.

Her hands press against my sides and wander up and down my back, running along the cloth of my undershirt as I undo the buttons of her blouse with one hand. I only have to loosen the top three to see the trim of her white bra, each cup outlined with black lace and adorned with a swirling floral pattern.

I lean in and lock lips with her once more, my hand continuing down her midsection until her both sides of her shirt part. She tugs at the waistband of my pants, undoing my belt buckle with both hands before letting the cold touch of her fingertips slither against my skin.

It isn’t long before she forces herself back into the top position, a competitive grin on her lips as she helps me out of my shirt and lets her palms glide along my exposed chest. Her blouse is then discarded into a growing pile on the floor, not a care in the world to where our clothes wind up as her hips lightly grind against mine.

She lets out a satisfied sigh as I sit up and let my lips graze the nape of her neck, one hand caressing her bust while my other rubs against her side. Warm breath washes against my ear as she grips my shoulders, a silent enthusiasm filling both of our minds as I reach around and attempt to undo the clasps keeping her bra on.

Her hands push against me as soon as I’ve undone the clasps, a lustful look in her eyes as she lets the straps slide off of each shoulder before depositing the silken garment on the floor beside the bed. She does nothing to hide the exposed flesh of her breasts, guiding my hands straight onto them as they begin to move by instinct.

Now that I think about it, maybe it was best that I left my present here. Although I don’t doubt that she would have found her way here even if I hadn’t – this has become one of her favorite methods of ‘stress relief,’ after all.

The white of her teeth shows as she bites her lip, one hand planted against my midsection to steady herself as her hips begin to undulate against my pelvis. The other holds onto my wrist and squeezes with enthusiasm while my fingers sink into the soft, full warmth of her chest, her nipples perked against my palm and a jolt of excitement zipping through her gaze as I pinch them between my thumb and forefingers.

As much as I enjoy laying back and taking full advantage of all of her ‘perks’ however, it isn’t as much fun if I don’t at least put up a fight.

She offers a bit of resistance as I try to flip myself back on top of her, no more than a few playful pushes, however. My actions are met with an obstinate glare despite the fact that her smile never fades away, her hands also betraying her thoughts as they attempt to sneak under the elastic of my boxers.

Regardless of that, I lean in and plant one long, breathless kiss on her lips as I search around for the zipper to her skirt, letting my hand linger on her thigh upon finding it.

Instead of letting me take the lead, though, she offers one more bout of resistance and takes the top spot, adjusting her position to let her skirt slide down her slender legs. She locks eyes with me wearing nothing but a pair of panties that match the style of her bra, their silky texture glowing in the afternoon light.

“[There’s something I’ve always wanted to try.]” She signs in a hurry, paying no mind to my hand, which has begun to wander down her hip and along her inner thigh.

“[What’s that?]”

It’s strange of her to make requests; most of the time she just finds a way to work into what she wants, whether or not I happen to be accepting of such an adventure at the time.

She thinks on it for a moment before returning with “[close your eyes.]”

I think of putting up an argument before electing to go along with it, moreso because I’m interested in what seems to occupy her head rather than granting any birthday wishes.

My eyes shut and I let my hands rest against the bedsheets, a nervous gulp traveling down my throat as she rises from my pelvis and begins moving toward me. A looming suspicion of what is to come is quickly proven as I feel the warmth of her legs on either side of my head, a sharp intake of air sounding from above as something familiar is lowered into my face.

Shizune's scent fills my senses as she blocks off both my mouth and my nose, placing plenty of pressure on my head but not so much that it becomes painful. I can feel something of a damp spot against my upper lip, completing an image that shouldn’t need much contemplation to understand.

I open my eyes to see Shizune, as I thought, perched above me. She’s placed both hands against the headboard, her expression unknown to me thanks to my view being mostly blocked by her sizeable bust. Her eyes are visible, staring down and meeting my sight with a lustful gaze.

She twitches a little as my lips part, one hand reaching down and gripping my head as I wiggle the tip of my tongue against the damp spot. Her fingernails lightly dig into my scalp as I move more and more, wrapping my arms around her thighs and laying them against her hips.

Before I’ve even spent a minute in this position, however, I quickly realize that I literally have no room to breathe, and I’m forced to nibble on her thigh in an attempt to send the message across. Luckily, she rises onto her knees and shifts back until she can see me, a confused look in her eyes.

The thought of sending the message of [I can’t breathe] cross my mind before I shrug and gesture for her to continue, my fingers reaching up and pushing her panties aside as she mounts my face once more.

My tongue slides along her exposed delicates, the weight of her figure beginning to bear down against my head as she begins to grind her hips against my mouth. Her skin feels hot to the touch, pressing against me from all angles as she begins to squeeze me between her thighs. In addition to that, her fingers run through my hair and pull me even closer the deeper I push my lips into her.

Her lower body begins to wobble on her knees, shifting back and forth and side to side against the motions of my tongue. A steady stream of her fluids begins to trickle along my lips and through my mouth, her eyes clenched shut in a euphoric pleasure as her head tilts forward.

Thanks to such a thing, I’m able to sneak in a small, short-lived breath each time she grinds against my nose. Despite being unable to focus my eyes anywhere but the jiggling, pillowy masses of warmth on her chest, the thought of somehow passing out or even suffocating in a position like this worms its way into my head.

Wouldn’t that be an amazing story for the nurse? One poorly-timed breath causing someone to die from choking on a girl’s juices. Even worse would be suffocation from having a girl’s legs wrapped around your head.

The fabric of her stockings is soft to the touch, filling my hands with each grab and squeeze as I try to steady her body. She seems quite a bit more excited than usual, judging by how much she seems to be getting into it, and at this point she’s trying to hold my head in place with both hands, nearly yanking hair each time she tilts back and forth.

I’m only to bear such a treatment for a few more minutes, however, as I softly bite her inner thigh for a break once more. This time she’s shocked her off balance, causing her to tilt back and fall.

“[Looks like you’re having a good time.]” I sign, reaching onto my nightstand for a handkerchief or anything I can use to wipe my face.

She lies on her back for a few moments, her chest rising and falling in excited breaths as she tries to recover from the pleasure high. “[You enjoyed it too. I saw that look on your face.]”

Well, it’s not as if I disliked any of it, but it’s pretty clear that Shizune was the one enjoying herself the most. “[Even so, you’ve nearly suffocated me twice now.]”

“[I bet you’re into that sort of thing.]” She retorts, sitting up up and swinging her legs onto the edge of the bed after a few more moments. “[You’d better have something else planned, since I didn’t get to finish.]”

With that, she eyeballs my lower half, still only in a state of partial undress as my belt sits unbuckled and my pants unzipped.

My uniform slacks fall off without help as I stand up, not a moment wasted as I let my underwear join them. Needless to say, the constant bombardment of rubbing motions and tantalizing images from Shizune over the course of the past hour have left me in a state of… overexcitement, to say the least.

She shoots me a lascivious grin as she spies my figure, now totally bare. As if she were rising up to meet a challenge, she also stands before sliding her panties down both legs, facing away from me as she bends over and steps out of the lacy undergarment.

Rather than get back on the bed and commence the inevitable like usual, however, I step up and wrap both arms around her waist, caressing the smoothness of her belly.

“[What are you doing?]” She signs, trying to turn in place to meet me.

I follow her movements carefully, not returning a word as she lightly wrestles against me for control. In time, she manages to wriggle out of my grasp and hop onto the bed on her knees, hands against the wall for support.

It is then, and only then that I strike.

A barely-audible gasp sounds as I grab her hips and stand myself behind her, prodding at the warmth between her legs as I try to find the best position.

One of her hands moves out to sign a response, but it tenses up in a jolt of pleasure as our bodies come to meet, connecting inch by inch while I plunge myself into her.

Her insides are already dripping wet, offering no resistance whatsoever as I begin to slide in and out. She turns and meets my gaze from over her shoulder with an aggressive look in her eyes and a competitive grin on her lips between the barely-audible moans that slip out with each thrust.

I try to lever myself into her with more force, one knee on the bed as my hands sing into her hips. My heart pounds and my head swirls with lust as my eyes take in all of Shizune’s slender form, following each bead of sweat that trickles down her back and each soft jiggle of her butt.

She seems to tire of this position in time, pushing against the wall and attempting to pull away from me. However, adrenaline takes over as I grab her left arm and pull back, pressing her back to the edge of the room as I continue to pound with more force. Luckily I manage to grab the hand she isn’t wearing the bracelet on.

Her cheek presses against the wall and she gives me a defiant glare, her glasses now tilted on her nose while I hold her in place. She pushes back to meet each of my movements, our hips slapping against one another and a strange pleasure dancing through my head.

That’s a face I never thought I’d find myself liking. I’d sign something like [how does it feel?] if I didn’t know she could wrestle me to the bed and have her way the second I let go of her arm. It’s her birthday, so I should be letting her do whatever she wants, but this feels more… fulfilling, somehow. I’m sure she likes the actual resistance as well, considering how fired up she gets over competition.

Her arm tugs against mine as I hold it at the wrist, trying to keep myself in a position where I won’t wind up yanking it out of its socket by an odd movement. Even though she makes many attempts to do so, she’s powerless to resist under these conditions, having to support herself on the wall with her one free hand.

In fact, I think she likes it more this way -- if she really wanted, she could probably “disarm” me with a well-placed kick.

But then again, it wouldn’t be fair if I just kept going like this.

When it seems as though I might burst, I let go of her arm and do nothing to resist the push that follows, allowing myself to tumble to the ground. In a flash, she pounces and pins me to the floor, mounting my lower half of her own accord.

“[That was a dirty trick you pulled.]” She signs, supporting herself on my stomach with one hand as her hips begin to move at a hastened pace.

I’m unable to hide my satisfied smirk. “[Oh really? I bet you’re into that sort of thing.]”

She returns my smile with an even more devious one, tightening around me as I lay one hand on her waist and the other on her thigh. “[Mark my words, one of these days you’re going to find yourself tied to the bed.]”

“[Both arms and legs.]” She adds before I can give a retort, causing my hands to stay attached to the warmth of her curves.

With such a ‘threat’ hanging in the air, both of us go back to enjoying every moment, with Shizune’s head rearing back as she leans into each thrust. My hips rise to meet each fall of her frame and pull away as she rises, a ripple of pleasure surging through my body with each forceful contact.

The light tones of her skin glisten with sweat, almost making me want to sit up and lick the nape of her neck or even her collar. The bouncing motions of her ample bosom in particular entrance my sight, adding to the allure of her slender, toned waist and broad hips.

My feet dig into the carpet and my fingers press even harder into her flesh as more and more pressure builds in my lower regions, a sensual warmth filling me from top to bottom. Her toes curl up and she grits her teeth in ecstasy, almost making me want to release then and there.

She leans forward and grips my shoulders, eyes clenched shut as I plunge myself into her with more intensity, trying to delay my inevitable eruption as she pushes herself farther over the edge. Her hot breath hits my face and her barely audible moans wash through my ears, causing my brain to nearly boil with euphoria.

“I can’t do this for much longer.” I groan, knowing full well that Shizune can’t understand. Either way, she locks eyes with me for the final stretch, an impassioned sigh ambling out of her mouth as we both reach climax in one instant, my body tensing up against hers while her back arches and she bites her lips in pleasure.

As if all steam had left her form, she lays down against me, lifting her hips one last time to dismount my spent libido.

Exhausted breaths fill the silence between us, not a thought in my head save for the ecstasy quickly drifting away from my mind.

“[How was that?]” I sign after a few more moments, not even bothering to sit up as she rolls off of my torso onto her own back.

Despite the satisfied smile on her lips, she still has the gall to respond with something like “[didn’t last long enough.]”

A short ‘hah’ jumps out of my mouth at the thought. Not only did she spend a disproportionate amount of time just getting undressed, she spent at least ten minutes swiveling her hips around against my face. Let’s not even pile the amount of time it took to actually finish on top of that.

“[We’ve got all day if that wasn’t enough for you.]” I taunt.

She gives me one of her silent giggles as she adjusts her glasses, sitting up before scooting over and leaning against the bed. “[You’ve only made good on one of your promises so far. What about the other two?]”

“[The other two?]”

“[Backrub, a day off, and a go at you behind locked doors.]” She recites with a contented smirk. “[Should I make a checklist for you?]”