Ikuno - Hot Sticky Sweet

Typical school day, typical classwork, typical avoiding of Misha's attempts to distract me from me work for some inane reason.

Over the past few weeks, I've gotten pretty used to the flow of this school.  Everything seems to be falling into place pretty well for me, in contrast to my bleak inner outlook upon first arriving at Yamaku.

As I'm poring over my recently-written worksheet answers while Mutou's gone, I hear a quick shuffling of feet in front of me.  By the time I look up, I see that it's Miki, and she's already dashing back to her seat, a note sliding onto my desk and stopping at the side of my book.

A note... I can't help but dread the sight of it.  I don't think I'm much of a person for notes any more, of any type.  Still, I can't help but wonder what Miki would want to write a note to me for.  After a few seconds of deliberation, I take the folded piece of paper and open it.

[ Hi Hisao.                                                                    ]
[ Ikuno says she wants you to come to her room tomorrow afternoon.  Room 2-4.  ]
[ I'm pretty sure she wants to lay in bed with you, if you know what I mean.   ]
[ She's been talking about it all week.                                        ]
[ So, be prepared for that.                                                    ]
[ Just looking out for you two!  Have fun!                                     ]
[                                               ~Miki                          ]

I had to stop reading at least twice to gather my bearings.  She's joking, right?  She has to be.  Hell, I've only known Ikuno for just over two weeks, and we're hardly boyfriend and girlfriend material, at least for now.  Besides that, Ikuno seems pretty reserved, granted, with a teasing manner to a lot of things.  I wasn't sure if Miki was the type to be a prankster.  I wouldn't put it past her.  Still, this would be a pretty low trick to pull.  I couldn't help but think of multiple worst case scenarios if I went forward believing the writing.

With my worries no less quelled by the end of class, I decide to call Miki out in the hall and ask her about it.

"Hey Miki... about that letter."

Miki's usual grin is hiding whatever thoughts may lie behind.  "Yeah, what is it?"

"Well... are you joking?"

"Nope!" she exclaims, "meant every word."

Before I can question her further, she's running down the hall, no slower than Emi might in her more hurried of situations.

That didn't help at all.  I decide to just visit Ikuno tomorrow without expectations.  Nothing should go wrong.

Not long after class is over the next day, Ikuno is the one to wave at me from her desk.

"Hi Ikuno.  What is it?"

She looks me in the eyes.  "Miki told you about this afternoon, right?"

"Uhh..."  I feel my heartrate pick up.  Is this real life?  I'm far from hating the idea of... something like that with Ikuno, but all of this seems too perfect.  "Y-yeah."  I manage to stammer at her, worried more now about my heart stuttering than my lips.

"Okay."  She closes her eyes and nods curtly.  "I'll be ready in an hour.  Don't be late, I have somewhere else to go today."  With that, she gets up, nods to me again to bid farewell, and walks out of the classroom.

I'm left standing there for more than a few moments, dumbfounded.

I don't even know anything about sex.  My mind thinks back to a portion of Miki's letter, 'be prepared'.  Should I?

Just calm down Hisao.  It couldn't hurt in any case.

I enter my dorm and open the top drawer of my nightstand.  There they are, right where I put them.  At my old school, it became a spoken phenomenon among the male students to 'carry a few just in case'.  I guess old habits die hard.  I take the pair of packets and shove them into my pocket.

I spend the better part of the hour sitting on my bed, thinking the situation over and over in my mind.

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The call from the other side of the door came to my ears, more insistent than the last.  I'm still wondering why Ikuno would suddenly invite me to her room.  She left no reason in our encounter an hour ago, leaving me to wonder instead of acting at this point in time.  Even something as simple as hanging out seems unlike her.  She's too reserved for anything like that.  Too 'plain', I guess I could say about her.  Doing activities at school together with me seemed like more than enough for her.  I decide to cast the thoughts out of my head, and simply open the door before she gets impatient enough to invite me in a third time.

As I enter, I see Ikuno sitting on her bed, looking at me expectantly.

"There you are.  What took you?  I told you to come in."  Her eyelids lower, forming a look of tired impatience.

"Sorry," I answer, "just had... homework on my mind.  You sorta yanked me out in the middle of it."  I'm not sure if I should try to be slick or nonchalant.  I just come out being a liar.  This is a good start.

"Well, it's time then."  She pats the spot next to her with a smile.  "Sit."

I walk to her bed, shuffling over and sitting down.  I force myself to look at her.  I probably shouldn't be looking too nervous at this point.

"Okay..."  her voice trails off with a hesitant tone.  She turns away from me, and takes a couple of objects from the small table next to her bed, presenting them to me.

I observe them carefully.  A small device that looked like some sort of odd calculator, and a container akin to those used to store film.  "What's... what are these?"

"The testing needles and reader.  For the blood test," she says simply.

"Blood test?"  I can't help but give her a look of overwhelming confusion.

"Yeah," her mouth goes flat, "to test my blood.  I thought you said Miki told you.  I'm... not accustomed to doing it myself yet.  I can't stand it.  Miki's going to be gone for a few days, so I thought you might be willing to step in."

Oh.  Well, that explains a lot.  I'd thought it might be a blood test for me, some sort of insane health screening before a close encounter.  It turns out Miki is, in fact, a cruel trickster.

I take the materials out of Ikuno's hands.  I'm still not too sure about this situation.  It should be a much simpler one than I thought, but regardless, I feel a little nervous.  "Um... needles?  Could you explain this to me?"

Ikuno flips her hand around and sticks her pointer finger out.  "Just clean the area, take a needle and put it into the reader," she gestures her extended finger to the little electronic device.  Her expression becomes more sour as she continues on.  I can tell she's not comfortable about this.  "...and then place that blue arrow onto the blood for a few seconds, and that's it.  Can you handle that?"

"Yeah," I nod, "simple enough."  I give her a reassuring smile, for both of us.

I open the container, seeing a single packet and a few small tubes.  I take one of each, and open the packet first.  A cleaning pad, as I'd suspected.  I hold her finger in between two of my own, and gently dab the tip a few times.  After that, I pop open the tube and remove the needle, placing it into the indicated slot on the device.

Over my many months, I'd grown more than used to having needles stuck into me.  It became as common a thing as mealtimes.  I couldn't imagine what it would be like to have to be on the other side of the situation, or in Ikuno's case, to have to do it herself.  In thinking this, I could understand her delay in getting used to it.

Alright, this is it, Hisao.

Just push it into her finger a bit, then pull it out.  Simple, right?

I do as my mind tells me.  The needle penetrates her skin.  She promptly shrieks in a high pitch.

"AHH!  OW!  TOO MUCH!"  I withdraw the needle far faster than I probably should have.

A bead of blood forms quickly on the tip of her finger, growing with each second.

"WELL!?  THE READER!!" She yells, shaking a bit.  I quickly press the right area against her finger, count to three, and then lift it.

The blood continues to come out.  At this point it's forming a miniscule stream that ebbs over the edge of her finger and threatens to drip.

"Hisao!  That Hurt!  And it's bleeding way too much!!!"  Ikuno's eyes close, and she shakes her head from side to side.  "Ohh!  Get a tissue or something!"

Tissue... I look around.  Nothing.  I spot the recently-used cleaning pad and decide to improvise.  It doesn't soak any of it up very well.  Ikuno continues to bleed.

I could get up, I could look around, I could probably find something eventually.  But I can't stand the look in Ikuno's closed eyes.  The distressed, disappointed look.  The pair of tears nearly leaking out of them.  I decide to take action.

I lift her finger and bring it to my mouth.  The faint taste of iron spreads.  I apply pressure the best I can for a few seconds, then remove it, increasing the pressure with my fingers instead.

Ikuno's face is white, washed with absolute shock at what I just did.  Despite the 'change of plans' for this afternoon's meetings, I can't help but feel like I crossed a line.

She yanks her finger out of my grasp, glaring at me.  "Bold move."  She uses her still-extended finger to point to the table, "the tissues were right over there, though."

"Sorry.  It's not like I knew where it was.  And I didn't want you to end up staining your bedsheets or something."

Ikuno lets out a half-sigh, half-yawn as she scoots back on the bed a bit, resting her hands on its surface.  "So, what does the reader say?"

Oh, right.  I take a close look at the number on the display, and tell it to her.  "Fifty-three."

"Oh, wow," she shakes her head, "that's too low, way too low.  I really shouldn't have skipped lunch."

"Oh."  I'm not sure what to think of that, but it probably was a dumb move on her end.  "Well, do you want to go get something to eat, then?"

"There's no time.  I told someone I'd meet them in the park, and I might already be late."

"A snack from a vending machine, then, or something?  I think you can delay your meeting a bit for the sake of your own health."

She nods in response.  "I guess you're right, it'd be too dumb of me.  Let's go, then."  Her mouth opens wide suddenly, getting ready to yawn again, and she lifts her arms in a stretch.  As she does, her right hand brushes past my pocket, and a faint crinkling sound can be heard.  "...what's that?"

"Hmm, that?"  I shake my head once and simply say, "nothing."

"Nothing?  What is it?  Candy?"  She asks eagerly, her eyes shifting between my own and the pocket, her expression brightening.

"No.  It's not."  I really, really hope she doesn't push this.

Her face catches a hint of annoyance, "hey, don't keep candy away from me!  Gimme some!  I need some anyway, right?"

"I already told you, it's not candy."  I try to scoot away from her.

She scoots faster, pressing herself against me, her left arm wrapping around my waist to prevent escape.  "Well, you're not telling me what it is!  So of course I don't believe you."  Her right hand creeps up my pocket, and she quickly darts her fingers in.

"Hey!  Stop that!"  I try to grab her hand with my own, but in our current awkward position, I'm not fast enough.

She pulls out the pair of packets and yanks them far away from me, moving to make some distance between us.  She's already got it halfway open before she notices what she's holding.  Her face goes blank, and her eyes widen.  "These... these are..."

I put a hand up, quick to explain myself, "that's not my fault!  Those were because of Miki!  Her-"

"Because of MIKI!?"  She shifts her body back and forth, unsure whether to assault me or run away.  "What the hell is that supposed to mean!?"

"Let me explain, already!  It was the letter she gave me!  She told me you..." I'm not sure how to say what I'm about to say without offending her further, "...you wanted to, well..."

"I see," the anger falls from her face.  Luckily she seems to get the message without me having to come out with it.  She turns away from me, staring at the package for some time.  Without warning, she flings it across the room with great force, her eyes still stuck on it.  "That BRAT!  She got me again!  How does she keep managing to bowl me over!?  Augh!"  She closes her eyes and scrubs her palms against her forehead, ruffling the hair above it.  She then stops, looks at the condoms again, and to me.  "Wait... you brought them anyway?"

"Well... if what she wrote was true in the end, I figured... I probably should."

"That's not the point!  You could've just refused me.  You really decided to bring them because..." her eyes lock onto mine, her cheeks blushing, "in actuality, you wanted do to 'that' with me, didn't you?"

How am I supposed to answer that?  Hypothetically, it would've been way too soon for us to do that sort of thing, but I'd be making a bold-faced lie if I said that I wouldn't have accepted the offer.  Why does it even matter?  I ask her as much.

"You're dodging the question."  She moves towards me again, pushing her body against mine in a similar fashion as before, her eyes still focused on me.  "Do.  You.  Want.  To.  Have.  Sex?"

I can't tell if she's still interrogating me or actually asking this time.  "Yeah!  Okay?  Yes.  I mean, I do like you, and I think you're really cute.  But I'd never try to force something like that on you.  It's too soon to even think about that."

She smiles at me.  "It's okay, Hisao.  Just wanted to hear it."  She pulls herself away from me, and looks blankly towards the window, as if she's thinking about something.

The tension between us apparently eased, I think again about Ikuno's 'meeting'.  "Anyway, we should hurry if-"

"No.  This is exactly how she'd want to it play out.  I'm gonna get her this time.  Imagine the look on her face when she finds out that we actually did it."

I'm trying to read her expression but she's still not looking towards me.  "'Finds out'?  And anyway... what are you saying?"

Ikuno grasps the collar of her blouse, beginning to unbutton it.  "You can leave any time you want."

The breath of god himself couldn't blow me away from her now.  She knows that she's got me.  She's definitely clever enough to pull one over on Miki, and she's about to do just that.  "So... what should I... do?" is all I manage to say.

"It'd help if you undressed yourself," she answers in an odd matter-of-fact tone.  Her blouse is already unbuttoned.  She slides further onto the bed, then finally looks towards me again.

And my hands are already motioning to unbutton my own shirt.  "Wait," I say to both her and my fingers, "I don't know about this, Ikuno.  This still doesn't feel right."

Ikuno wastes no time in sliding her skirt off while whisking her shoes away.  The captivating sight of her mostly-exposed pink bra and panties on her shapely body make me just want to ignore my brain and tackle her right now.

"Well, then... what's the problem exactly?  What do you want from me?" she asks, reaching behind her to undo her bra.

"Probably a-"  I interrupt myself, deciding to just show her already.  As her bra falls, I crawl toward her, placing my lips on hers.

Her nose sharply draws in a breath, but she responds to my advance, returning the kiss with a more than believable amount of genuine passion.

I break the kiss and, before fully throwing my shirt off, I get up to retrieve the discarded packet.

Ikuno sees this, and brushes her cheek against her own shoulder to hide the reddening of her blush.  "Bold.  But no, nothing like that.  Not yet," she says almost under her breath as she idly pulls her socks off, "just come over here and finish undressing already."

I obey, casting my shirt away and joining her on the bed.

As my shoes and pants make their way off at a much quicker pace, I look her over.  Her breasts are as large as I'd figured when seeing them under her blouse.  Her surprisingly wide, shapely hips trace down in smooth lines down her legs and to her feet, which are tucked under her as she sits.  Her head is still down and to the side, though her eyes are looking at mine.

I stop as I'm about to reach for my own underwear.  "Are you all right, Ikuno?"

She nods, raising her head and straightening her shoulders.  "I'm fine.  You're staring an awful lot, though."

"You're the one who undressed yourself.  Shouldn't I appreciate what's in front of me?"

She nods again, taking the compliment with gratitude.  "Well, yes, if you do."

I give her a smile.  "If I didn't, I could've just left, right?"

"I know," she says, twirling her small ponytail.  "Here," she suddenly gets off the bed and stands up, "go ahead and lay down."

I follow her command, laying back, keeping my head up to look at her, wondering what she has planned.

Ikuno returns to the bed, crawling on top of me, placing her knees on either side of me.  I can feel her tugging at my underwear, working it down.  My eyes and mind are currently focused in front of me, at her breasts, hanging and swaying pleasantly.

"Okay," Ikuno coos, scooting up firmly.  I feel a soft fabric brush against my underside.  She brings her knees close together on my chest, surrounding me with an even softer sensation, from both sides.  I can't help but let out a calm grunt.  The skin of her thighs is tight against me, but with enough give to not feel smothering at all.  I can't believe how plump and pillowy her underside feels against me.

She puts a hand down next to my shoulder to steady herself, then begins with a steady back-and-forth movement, multiplying my enjoyment with each push and pull.

"Ikuno... this is..." I gasp, in awe of both the sight before me and the incredible sensations she's making me feel.  Her face is beet red, and she's now looking me over, with a warm smile.  I can only assume that my expressions are making my feelings about the present situation clear.

"Is this okay?" she responds.  "It doesn't hurt, does it?"

"Hell no..."  I want to lean up and kiss her right now, but the position of her knees limits that.  Instead, I lift my hands to her chest, caressing the sides of her breasts with a gentle approach that I can only hope compares to how she's making me feel.

Ikuno's eyes widen in response, her breating picking up.  "You don't have to..."

"Regardless, I want to."  I continue playing with her, moving my hands towards the front, taking in the pleasure of the feeling of them as she takes in the pleasure of the touch.

The movement of her hips quickens, her hand on the bed beginning to slip.  Her body weight increases its pressure on me.  The pressure on my waist and stomach becomes tight, almost unbearable.  This really can't be good for me.  Her eyelids droop.  I begin to worry that she's about to collapse from tiredness.

But, it feels even more wonderful than before.

"Are you okay, Ikuno?  You don't look so good."

"It's fine!" she claims sharply, "I just have to... keep moving."  And she does, her pace quickening even more, the friction of her body against me increasing.

"Ikuno..."

"Yeah?"

"I'm... I can't br-"

Before I manage to utter a complaint, my entire body tenses up, and a feeling of bliss blindsides me.

When I open my eyes, I see Ikuno, still mounted on top of me, but leaning back, her knees at my sides again.  She's looking down.  I follow her eyes to her stomach, which is now, by my fault, quite messy.

I blush in embarrassment.  "S-sorry," I utter, hoping that she had expected this and wouldn't be too bothered about it.

To my surprise, she smiles.  "No, don't be sorry.  Thank you, Hisao."

I return her smile.  "Thank you too, Ikuno."

She slides off of me, reaching for her box of tissues.  Looks like they'll be coming in handy after all.  "This is perfect."

"Yeah... I guess it was..."  I'm watching her, but still laying down, out of breath.

Ikuno begins to remove her soiled panties as she looks back at me, with a warmer smile than before.  "'that' was, yes... it was nice.  But I'm talking about these."  She wiggles the wrist of the hand holding her near-dripping panties, while opening a drawer of her dresser with another, pulling out a small box.  "If Miki thinks that I'm lying, then this'll be more than enough proof."

"That's... kinda gross."

"Can't be helped," she assures me as she returns the box to the drawer, then reaches in for fresh clothing to put on.  "This'd be all for nothing if she tried calling my bluff somehow."

I finally manage to work my way up and off the bed, searching for my own discarded garments.  "Anyway... is that the only reason why you did this with me?  Just to get back at Miki?"

After sliding on a new pair of panties, Ikuno turn towards me, then walks forward, placing a kiss on my lips before speaking.  "I wouldn't do that foolishly.  Think about the implications, Hisao.  I'm gonna tell Miki.  Miki's gonna tell everyone else.  Even if I wanted to deny it, which I don't, you're my boyfriend now, and I'm your girlfriend."

"I... I think I'd like that, Ikuno.  But I still don't think this is the way it's supposed-"

Ikuno interrupts me with a simple shrug.  "Things happen.  Stop worrying about it.  We have all the time in the world to, you know, date and all of that."

While, with some shame still, watching her dress, I take the hint.  "How about a date, then?"

"Definitely.  But we'll have to plan later.  I'm really, REALLY late now."  She finishes dressing and then picks up her purse.

I stop her as she's about to usher me out the door.  "Wait!  What about your food?  You're gonna start nodding off like Suzu again if you push yourself too much."

"Okay, okay," she says with a hint of annoyance, "you're right.  Okay, just grab some food and catch up with me at the park.  He might've already left without me."

Well, on the plus side, this means I'll finally be able to meet 'him', and perhaps learn a little more about Ikuno's meetings that she's been trying unsuccessfully to keep a secret from me this whole time.  Maybe she is opening up to me more, after all.