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Promiscuity Ch. 5

Aug 13th, 2012
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  1. New day, same basic schedule. I begin by waking up early, changing into my track uniform, and then making my way to the front of Rin's room. As I'm about to rap the door with my knuckle, I hear a bump. I give the door a knock. No response. I try again, this time accompanying it by calling out to the room beyond. "Hey, Rin, you awake?"
  2.  
  3. I hear a loud shuffling, and then a response. "No. Well, I am awake. But don't come in. Is it time to go already?"
  4.  
  5. "Well..." I had considered asking her again to join me on the track, but I can't help wondering what she's doing in there. Probably just painting, right? Bumping and shuffling are perfectly normal noises for someone who's painting! I think.
  6.  
  7. Either way, I guess she's in the middle of something, and I might as well not bother her right now. I mean, if she was doing... that... she'd probably prefer that I don't interrupt her.
  8.  
  9. "No, Rin," I respond curtly, "it's not time to go. Just wondering if you were awake."
  10.  
  11. "I wouldn't know. This could all be a dream, really. Seems like it. But if it were a dream, you'd probably burst in here right now."
  12.  
  13. I take a step back. What in the world did that mean? No, it's nothing. Absolutely nothing. She just expects me to be the type to burst in. It's just my personality, right? I'm over-thinking this.
  14.  
  15. "Umm... alright, Rin, I'll be going now." I can't think of anything else to say at this point. Best to just go for the time being and start on my run.
  16.  
  17. I make it to the track and commence my usual stretches.
  18.  
  19. Rin... you're still having trouble with 'that', aren't you?
  20.  
  21. I finish stretching and stroll onto the track.
  22.  
  23. I wonder what would happen if I decided to barge in after all, saw you trying to please yourself, and made a move on you. I bet you'd be really surprised.
  24.  
  25. I take off down the track at a moderate pace.
  26.  
  27. Maybe too surprised. Could you take it?
  28.  
  29. Running faster.
  30.  
  31. I could make you go wild, if that's what you wanted. I wouldn't hold back.
  32.  
  33. Faster. One lap down.
  34.  
  35. I'd fondle you as I please, exploring your body with my hands as if it were an island filled with treasure.
  36.  
  37. Yeah... two laps. Faster. Sprinting now. My lungs are on fire, as well as... the rest of me. Keep going.
  38.  
  39. Rin and I, our two bodies wrapped tightly around one another, an embrace of immense passion, exerting ourselves against each other, to the point of no return.
  40.  
  41. The point...
  42.  
  43. Before I know what's happening, the muscles in my upper legs give out completely, and I fall to the pavement. I catch myself with my hands. Here I am, on my freshly scraped knees and hands, sweat dripping from countless places. My legs can't go any further, but a different, much more sensual feeling flows through me.
  44.  
  45. My entire body shudders violently, a guttural moan escaping from my throat.
  46.  
  47. The flame between my thighs reaches an apex and burns out. I fully collapse to the ground, in pure bliss and sudden lack of muscle control.
  48.  
  49. I'm left wondering what in the world just happened. The passionate release of making love, along with running. Before I knew it, Rin had popped into my head again, and it looks like I let my body get out of control, somehow. I never knew this could happen, something like this while running. I like it, though. No, I love it.
  50.  
  51. With my heart still pounding and my chest still heaving, I snap back to real life and rise to a standing position again, looking around, hoping that nobody saw what just happened. Luckily, I'm as alone as I usually am on the track in the morning.
  52.  
  53. I return to the dorm halls. Rin invites me in when I knock. It looks like, if she was doing something, she's done with it now.
  54.  
  55. We take our usual shower. I end up eying her naked body a lot more when she's not looking. Her exposed shoulder-blades, tracing down in a smooth curve down her back and below. I take it all in with my eyes, and caress it all gently with the sponge. I can barely contain myself this time, but I know this is the wrong time to make a move. Not while we're doing this. Not just because it would be easy to jump on you right at this moment... no, it'd be crossing the line. It can't go that way.
  56.  
  57. It has to mean a little more than just that, I think.
  58.  
  59. After classes are done for the day, I manage to catch her before she wanders off to do whatever she'd do. I call out her name and give an enthusiastic wave. "Hey! Rin!"
  60.  
  61. She pauses in her tracks and turns to look at me.
  62.  
  63. "So," I say as I catch up to her, "what're you up to today? You look like you're in a hurry."
  64.  
  65. "Painting. I got this inspiration, and it's still running in my mind... I think. I'll have to find out. So I'm going to do that." She turns on her heel and starts walking away, as if satisfied that the conversation had ended there.
  66.  
  67. I quickly match her pace and stroll beside her. "Cool! Can I watch?"
  68.  
  69. "No," Rin answers bluntly. "I don't think you should."
  70.  
  71. I give her a crestfallen look, "What? Why not? I wanted to see how the painting the other day is coming along."
  72.  
  73. "Yeah." Rin stops walking, closing her eyes in deep thought. "Well. Okay. Maybe it's better if you do see it."
  74.  
  75. Together, we head out of the school building, and then to the dorms.
  76.  
  77. I poke her on the shoulder, "hey, aren't they done renovating the art room yet?"
  78.  
  79. Rin makes a nod in response. "I want to finish this one here, though." I watch as Rin slips her foot out of her sandal, reaching it up to push the lever on the door to her room.
  80.  
  81. The painting, still in the middle of the room, is the first thing to catch my eye. What was just a few shapes, curves, and a set of red streaks along the middle before, is now a human figure, naked, and definitely feminine. What used to be the red streaks now fit in quite well as part of the small of her back. The body looks to be in a swaying motion, her face barely obscured by a light brown pigtail. Wait... the legs gradually blur halfway down, and below that, orange and yellow striped flatness...
  82.  
  83. "Um..." I mutter, a blush rising to my cheeks at the sudden realization of the sight before me, "that's not... me, is it?"
  84.  
  85. Rin nods without a word, once again, seeing that as a fit enough answer.
  86.  
  87. "But this..." my whole body feels like it'd be blushing now, if it were possible. The curves of the hips, the size of the breasts... even among the abstract feeling of the painting, I can tell she put a lot of work into the details of it. It's almost like looking at some sort of extra-abstract funhouse mirror... it's very surreal, and even a little scary, not to mention embarrassing. Was she going to show this to anyone?
  88.  
  89. After some silence, Rin decides to speak up again. "It's you, because that's what was in my head. Like what I said before, from the mind to the canvas, that's what I tried to do here. I couldn't stop thinking about you, and then I had a dream and when I woke up this morning I knew I had to paint more."
  90.  
  91. "Oh. Umm..." I can't really think of anything specific to say to her. I want to ask her what she's been thinking about me, but I'm not sure if I can just come out and say it. I land on a simpler question instead. "Why am I naked?"
  92.  
  93. Rin's lips go flat for a second, her eyebrows furrowing a bit, as if it was a dumb question to ask. "This is how I've seen you most, so that's what I think about. From the mind to the canvas, that's what I tried to do here."
  94.  
  95. "Yeah, yeah, I know I know," I say with a wave of my hand. I guess it makes sense, as most of our encounters are in the shower. Not sure if I feel good or bad about that. With some renewed confidence, I proceed to the next question on my mind. "Were you going to show this to someone?"
  96.  
  97. Rin looks at me, her eyebrows raising. "I hadn't thought of that. I guess that's how it'd end up, like most of my paintings." A small, teasing smile pops up on her face, "You think people would know it's you?"
  98.  
  99. "I think it's fair to say yes, especially for anyone who knows me, or knows that we're hanging out together." I put a closed hand to the corner of my mouth, twisting one of my legs against the ground. "I do like it, Rin, it's awesome, but you can't actually show this. You know that, right?"
  100.  
  101. "I didn't. Would it really be so bad?"
  102.  
  103. "Yes!" I blurt out in a tone nearing anger, "Of course it would be! I might have my reputation completely shattered! And people might even start asking questions about just what we're doing together!"
  104.  
  105. "But we don't do anything together," Rin says objectively, "so there'd be no problem, there. But maybe you're right anyway, I don't know. I've never had anyone tell me to hide a painting. But I trust you, so I'll keep it in here. I'd like it in here anyway, right up there on the wall," she motions unspecifically with her head to a blank area near the corner. "So, okay. Are you done now? I really need to get started."
  106.  
  107. I nod and move to take a seat on her bed. "Yeah, it's fine, then, if it's just in here. But, umm..." I decide to ask her one last question that I've been thinking about, "why do you keep thinking about me? Enough to be this obsessed with a painting?"
  108.  
  109. Rin is already seated in front of the artwork-in-progress, sorting out paint tubes with her feet, her back turned to me. "I like your body," she says simply, then goes quiet as she starts to paint, inadvertently dangling those words in front of my mind like a carrot.
  110.  
  111. >NEXT CHAPTER: Coming soon!
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