Miki Scene 4 (1.5) - Friends with Benefits [Non-H]

“You look so cute when you're asleep.”

Light invades my eyes as I'm nudged awake by my partner, the one and only Miki Miura. I'm not sure what time it is, but the sight of the sun makes me wince in pain, with every part of my head throbbing in agony.

“You like to watch guys sleep?”

“Every now and then.” she answers with a snicker.

“Well I'm glad I could be the object of your strange fetish.” I retort.

I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, asserting the situation – It's 10 AM on Sunday morning, there's a partially-dressed girl of the same age group sitting next to me on the bed, a few articles of discarded clothing on the ground, and a throbbing headache in my skull.

The whole 'headache on Sunday morning' bit isn't anything unusual considering the bad peer pressure down the hall. The problem lies with the girl resting next to me, her arms raised up in a stretch. I have a faint semblance as to what she could be doing here, but everything that's happened in the past twelve hours feels clouded.

Another strange factor is that I'm still in my school uniform. No tie or belt and my shirt's unbuttoned, but school uniform nonetheless.

The same could be said of Miki, except she doesn't have any underwear whatsoever. Save for the short green skirt and white dress shirt, she's bare. Even worse is the fact that she hasn't bothered to button up anything, so her breasts sit a few inches from being exposed, as does her supple rear.

“What the hell happened last night?” I ask, clenching my throbbing temples.

“Let's see, if I remember correctly, I was bored and went to ask you to help me with some homework. You weren't in your room, so I checked the roof and found you, Kenji, and a bottle of Black Label No.7. I couldn't resist, so I took the rest of it and chilled with you two for a while.”

I remember that much, the problem is...

“I think after that Kenji passed out and we started hitting it off. I was a little under normal self-control levels, which led to us making out for a while, getting undressed, and going at it on the rooftop.”

What.

“Going at it? What do you mean going at it?” I ask, my heartbeat steadily increasing.

“What do you think I mean when I mention a guy and a girl going at it on the rooftop?”

“Spell it out for me.”

“We had sex.” she answers with a blunt edge.

Oh.

Oh no.

“Don't worry, you didn't...knock me up or anything.” she consoles, averting her gaze with a bit of anxiety.

“So that's what happened. I think I kind of remembered, but I figured that would've been something out of a dream...”

“Oh? You dream about me?” she asks with a wink.

“Every now and then.” I shoot back.

She giggles a little as she rises onto her feet.

“Where's the bathroom? I gotta take a shower.” she asks.

I point to the white door on the side of the room, to which she grabs her discarded clothes and paces over to. My memory becomes a little more clear as I catch a glimpse of the wonders beneath Miki's skirt, exposed shamelessly to my gaze as she bends over.

As soon as I lay back on the bed, however, Miki's head pops out and gives me an annoyed look.

“Do I have to spell this out for you as well?”

“Huh?” I ask

“You act like Mr. Smooth, but in reality you're about as dense as a brick, aren't you?” she comments with a snicker, her finger poking out as well and beckoning for me to join her.

Oh.

OH.

“Uh, right. Gimme a second.”

I fetch some new clothes out of my closet and fold them over my arm, eager to be rid of the sweat and dirt-covered clothes I'm currently draped in.

Miki seems to have adopted the same mindset, already completely bare by the time I close the bathroom door behind me. My clothes are half removed, half confiscated and I'm pushed into the shower, soon joined by a naked girl.

Not a situation I saw myself being placed in when I came here.

“Ahhhhhh that feels better.” Miki sighs as she relaxes against the spray of hot water, rubbing a sore shoulder.

Either I'm still drunk, or the clouds of steam have a vendetta against me. Either way, I'm too far away to catch anything that there is to see on a girl with no clothes. I'm not entirely sure as to why I'm worrying about this anyway, considering what happened last night.

I guess the sight of a good-looking girl never gets old.

“C'mon Hisao, what are you staring at?” she asks with a sly grin.

“Uh, nothing?” she answers before I can even say it, leading into a hearty chuckle.

“So you'd rather I were honest and admitted that I was trying to look at your chest through all the steam?” I retort.

“Honesty is good, yeah.” she comments as she steps up to me, hand on her hip and brimming with confidence as she bares her entire form before me.

I try as hard as I can to keep my eyes off of the now-visible figure before me, unable to keep from sneaking a few peeks before clenching my eyes shut.

“Oh c'mon now, you couldn't keep your eyes off me last night and now you're all timid again?”

“Last night was different. Alcohol does many things to a man.”

“Oh, so it was the alcohol?” she comments.

“So if I did...” her hand wraps around mine and raises it to her chest, planting my palm on her breast, “this, you wouldn't react unless you were drunk?”

I don't even have to open my mouth for her to get her answer, as my fingers squeeze the soft, supple  flesh without me even telling them to.

“That's what I thought.” she comments with a catlike grin.

She keeps my hand planted on her bosom, holding firm against any and all attempts to retreat. My fingers massage her well-endowed chest, savoring the cushy texture.

“Miki, you know what you're doing, right?” I ask, still looking away.

She stop and thinks for a second before answering “getting a little too carried away.”

“Yeah, I could've told you that.” I retort.

We both laugh, although the only left laughing is her once she comments that “if you hadn't stopped me there we might not have had to wait until this afternoon.”

“What happens this afternoon?” I ask.

She gives me a dumbfounded stare.

“Did you really forget everything?”

“Not so much forget as...it's all cloudy to me, pretty much.”

My answer is met with a sigh of disbelief.

“You're making me say a lot of things a girl shouldn't have to say.” she replies with a playful smile.

“Well you don't have to tell me, I think I can figure it out if you give me long enough.”

“Nah, basically, I really liked how last night went and want to try again minus the whole 'drunkenness' thing.” she replies as if it were a normal thing to say.

Try again?

Again?

What happened last night, but again?

I was beginning to think I'd never experience something like that, and yet here I am getting a chance to do it twice in two days.

I do remember asking her out though, but didn't she decline? Sex without a relationship? Wouldn't that make us...

“Friends with benefits, I think they call it?” she comments.

“Who with a what now?” I ask, still confused.

“A guy and a girl who hook up every now and then, but we're not actually in a relationship, because those are a hassle.” she answers.

“We? We're friends with benefits?”

“Yeah. I mean, if you're cool with that...”

I can't say no to a reply. Even if it violates the morals my parents imprinted into my mind with my upbringing, things like 'no sex before marriage' and 'don't give your body to a girl who you don't love.'

However, that just brings up a whole mess of questions I don't feel like answering right now.

“Well, I don't think I'd be able to say I'm a man if I said no to an offer like that.”

She steps up even closer, locking eyes with me.

I was wrong, she's an inch shorter. Just enough to make the difference in situations like this.

“If you tell anyone about this, you know I'm gonna have to crush your nuts, right?” she says with a playful giggle.

“I don't think I want anyone to know, I'm sure there's lots of other guys out for you as well. Don't wanna go getting myself beaten up.” I reply with a chuckle.

“Compliments get you everywhere.” she retorts as she plants her hand on my belly, our lips mere inches away.

“And don't worry, I won't go alerting all those cute girls out there that you're taken.” she continues with a smirk.

“I'm sure they wouldn't mind even if I were.”

“Fair enough. It's a deal then, we keep this little secret, reap all  the 'benefits', and no one has to know.” she comments before planting a short peck on my lips.

It doesn't take long for our lips to lock together in a more sensual fashion, with her hand exploring the contours of my torso.

However, the path of her digit knocks some sense into me, and I'm left recoiling back into the wall.

“Oh, crap, does it hurt when I touch it?” she asks with a look of concern.

“Not really painful, just...uncomfortable.” I reply, eager to get off the subject as soon as possible.

Miki senses my anxiety and simply gives me a warm smile, stepping back with both arms up as if to surrender.

“You can tell me about it when you're good and ready, I don't want to go prying into your war stories just yet.” she comments with a wink.

“Thanks.” I say, heaving a sigh of relief.

“At any rate, we need to be getting out of here soon. I'm sure Kenji's gonna be wanting to take a shower as well.

Oh no, that would be a disaster. Or, at least, it would be if he could see anything. Either way, it is time to get out.

We take turns drying each other before hopping into our clothes, Miki into her dirty school uniform and I into my normal Sunday clothes, a pair of blue jeans and a polo shirt with a blue sweater vest.

Or, at least, the blue jeans were a definite.

“Uh uh, you are not wearing that.” Miki says with a grimace as she tugs on the vest.

“What? Why not?”

“It's a sweater vest. There's your reason. You aren't 40 years old, and I won't let you dress like you are.”

“What are you, my girlfriend?” I retort as I'm rendered shirtless, with Miki digging through my closet.

“No, but dammit there's a limit to the things a friend will let a friend do.” she replies.

“Here, try this.”

A plain gray T-shirt and a black, short-sleeved button-up shirt are thrown at me. I guess I can't argue with her taste, since something this plain works for just about any situation.

But still, that vest was my going-away present. It has a bit of meaning.

Regardless, I go along with her choices and join her in the hall now clad in the approved fashion.

“Alright, that's much better,” she comments, heaving a sigh of relief, “I, on the other hand, need to run back and get changed.”

“Yeah, I think you can say that again.” I reply with a chuckle.

“I'm gonna head to the girl's dorm for now. Meet me there in an hour or so?”

“It takes an hour to get dressed?” I ask.

“No, but it does take an hour to explain to my friend why I didn't come back last night.”

“Fair enough.” I concede.

She waves goodbye and skips off toward the stairwell, checking each way to make sure there's no one to stop her.

Naturally, as soon as I'm given a few moments of silence, Kenji pops out of his room.

“That was Miki, wasn't it.”

Shit. He knows.

“I was doing impressions of female voices, gotta be able to fit in when I'm doing espionage, you know?”

“Seriously? Damn, you're good.” he says.

“What would you have done if it was Miki?” I ask.

He thinks for a moment before answering “nothin', she seems pretty cool.”

“Huh? I thought you hated women?”

“Nah, dude, I hate feminists. It's like that thing with squares and rectangles; all feminists are women, but not all women are feminists.”

“They're all bitches and whores though.” he tacks on, ruining any semblance of redemption.

“Why do you hate wo...feminists so much anyway?”

“Because they're scum.”

“I know that much, I mean WHY? I remember you saying something about having your life drained, but that's pretty ambiguous.”

He thinks for a moment.

“I had a girlfriend once, remember?” he says.

“Yeah, and you said you two slept together, and that she drained your life-force or something.”

“That's pretty much all the reason I need, they're life-draining beasts who-”

No, there's got to be some reason behind it. I just had sex last night, and while I did feel tired, I certainly didn't feel drained. I refuse to believe there's something supernatural going on here.

“Who was it?” I ask.

“Huh?”

“Who did you sleep with? Are you sure it wasn't just the girl you were with?”

He flinches at the question.

“...She was actually really cute, and we got along pretty well for a while.”

There's something I never would've expected to come out of his mouth.

“She was getting ready to go to Uni last I checked, always talking about how she was working two jobs. I know one of them was here, I think she's the librarian or something.”

Wait.

No.

The librarian?

Oh no no no no no.

“Her name was Yuuko. Looking back at it, I can actually see why I liked her.” he confesses.

Kenji and Yuuko.

I rack my brain for some sort of objection, fault, anything at all to poke at – but there's nothing. Even now I can imagine them together, as weird and awkward as it'd be. Maybe it's the paranoia that tore them apart.

“But like I said, it turned out she was a feminist, a life-draining monster in a cute girl's clothing. As a man, I couldn't idly stand by and let her have her way with my life force. I need that shit, man.”

I open my mouth to speak, but no words come out.

He seriously ditched innocent little Yuuko because he was tired after sex.

I almost want to punch him, but I think I'll wait it out to see if anything else surfaces. Kenji's a paranoid guy, but I doubt that he genuinely believes that the reason he was tired after sex was because his life force was drained, and not because he was physically exhausted.

One thing though.

“You know Yuuko's still the librarian, right?”

He jumps.

“You know her?!”

“Yeah, she's a waitress at the Shanghai too. Two jobs, like you said.”

“Oh damn, they're really expanding now. I've gotta go do...stuff...”

And with that, Kenji slips into his room, engages the seven or so door locks, and skips off to whatever crazed land of make believe he calls home.

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“I think we should have gone to the Beijing.” the blue-haired girl across from me comments as Yuuko recites the lunch menu, as well as each order's price, from memory.

After an hour of waiting, I decided to head out and meet up with Miki, who, to my surprise, was already on her way to find me. The Shanghai sounded good for lunch, so we went off toward town to go grab something to eat.

Along the way we encountered Suzu Suzuki, another girl from my class, laying in the grass in front of the female dorm. Apparently she and Miki are real good friends, so naturally we couldn't leave her behind.

So, here I am having lunch with two cute girls. Things are definitely looking up this week.

“The Beijing is more of a breakfast/dinner place. Their lunch menu is inedible.” Miki replies, not even paying attention to Yuuko's amazing display of memory.

“I guess we don't have to deal with Lezard this way either.” Suzu concedes, laying her head down on the table and glancing out the window.

“So, what will you all be having?” Yuuko asks.

We all exchange guilty glances, too embarrassed to admit that we didn't catch a word of what she just said.

“That's a lot of stuff. What do you recommend?” I ask.

“Nothing with sausage, all the sausage we have is a week old since we haven't ordered any. I think the manager is having a stand-off with the meat market and is refusing to buy anything until we're completely-”

“I'll just have a coffee.” Suzu comments before she can keep going.

“Coffee and a sandwich.” Miki tacks on.

Crap, my turn.

“Uh, surprise me?”

Yuuko reels back before hurrying off to the kitchen, audibly voicing her concern for what she should choose.

“That poor girl.” Miki comments, chin-in-hand.

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“Hey, Miki, can you keep your music down for today?

“Hm? Insomnia again?”

“Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just that every little bit counts, you know?” she replies.

“Nah, don't worry about it. Get some shut-eye.”

Suzu gives me a pensive gaze before waving goodbye and disappearing into her room.

“Well there does that idea.” Miki groans as soon as the door snaps shut.

“There's always my room.” I reply.

“I guess we could give it a try. No point in giving up now.” she says with a resolute fist pump.

Within 10 minutes we're in the male dorm common room. The only reason we aren't in my room half undressed is because they're doing bag inspections because someone keeps trying to smuggle 'a reported incidence of an exposed heating element' into the dorms.

Naturally they'll be checking to make sure other rules are followed, such as the 'no smuggling your friend with benefits into the male dorm' policy.

“I think we should just try again another time. Two nights in a row is kind of rushing it, don't you think?”

“We have a few more places to try. I want to try it while sober, and even if you say otherwise, I know you do too.” she asserts, tapping my nose with an outstretched finger.

“C'mon, it's only 7 PM.” she beckons to me as she runs out the door.

-----------15 minutes later, in front of the girls' dorm bathroom

“Absolutely not.” I comment.

“Maybe if I grew up in a trailer.” Miki agrees.

-----------10 minutes later, fire escape stairway leading to the roof

I jump onto the ladder and start to pull myself up, only to look back and see Miki eying her bandaged wrist, her expression contorted in annoyance.

-----------Another 10 minutes later, lunch area behind Yamaku, AKA the improvised festival stall storage.

“C'mon! No one comes back here anyway!” Miki reassures me as I try to keep on walking, her hand locked around mine and dragging me back.

“On a picnic bench?”

“There's some trees we c-”

“Next.”

-----------Same location, next to an open window.

“That's trespassing.” I mutter.

“Oh c'mon you gaylord, it's not like they have sentries posted or anything.”

She pulls herself up to the opening, flashing me the black spats under her skirt. After a few seconds of struggling to fit in through the gap, she drops back down and stomps her foot in frustration whilst gripping her breasts and yelling “these things are always in the friggin' way!”

“Problems?”

“Shaddup. Let's keep trying.” she mutters.

-----------30 minutes later, the park in town.

“The grass is really soft here~.” she purrs, arm wrapped around me as her finger dances around my belly.

“This is a public park, there's just way too much risk.”

“Oh c'mon. Don't tell me you've never fantasized about doing it under a tree.” she continues.

“Would you believe me if I said I hadn't?” I return.

“Every guy has. And so have most girls, don't let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Well there's something to think on. By that logic, then the 3-3 class president, Lilly Satou, has had fantasies about doing something as lascivious as that in a public park. Or even that mysterious girl in my class, Hanako.

Yeah, right.

“Well this is really our last option, since the hotel in town is expensive as all getout.” she comments.

“If this is it, then I think it'd be better if we waited.”

Miki throws me a cute pout. She's a lot better at that than I would've imagined.

“We just spent over and hour searching around and you want to give up?” she groans.

“Every option's been exhausted. Besides, don't you think it'd be better to wait, that way when we do make it onto something nice like a soft bed, it'll be that much more worth it?”

She thinks it over for a minute.

“But why? Why wait if we can go now? No one's going to use this park after 8pm.”

I place both arms on her shoulders and look her square in the eye.

“Some things are just worth waiting for, you know? Would you rather blow your weekly paycheck on small, insignificant things?”

She flinches at the word 'insignificant.' I hope she didn't take offense to that.

“...Or would you rather save your paycheck for a few weeks, and then get something really nice, and still have a bit leftover?”

“Geez. You're sounding like the track coach with all his 'delayed gratification' crap.” she says with a snicker. “Fine, we'll wait. But dammit, you'd better be right about the wait being worth it.” she says.

“Alright, glad we could agree on something.” I reply with a smile before turning the other direction and walking back toward the school.

“I'm serious! If you disappoint, I'm going to lock you up and do whatever I want every day for a week!” she continues.

“I certainly don't want to be tied up for a week...” I concede, becoming slightly nervous and yet strangely aroused all at the same time.

The trip back to the giant, wrought-iron gates is made in silence, all while my thoughts spin in conflict as to how I'm going to meet the expectations of a week's worth of sexual tension.

I think I'm having second thoughts about this 'friends with benefits' thing. I have to make time for her as if she were my girlfriend, but I'm not reaping any of the rewards, save for the physical contact. Call me a wimp, but I think I'd rather have a mental bond, as opposed to a physical one.

Miki is certainly a looker, yeah, but I don't think I could take it if I wound up falling for her even more, only to be denied any romantic advances, and yet tortured by her presence. Accepted, but at the same time not accepted.

Dammit, this is why my parents told me to wait, maybe I should just cut it o-

“Hey, gaylord, you listenin'?” Miki asks with a tilted head.

We're already standing in the central courtyard of Yamaku, the junction between the male and female dorms.

“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking about something.”

She gives me a suspicious gaze before shrugging and walking in the opposite direction, toward the girls' dormitory.

“G'night, Hisao. Sorry if I pushed you a little too hard today.” she says with a wave.

“Yeah, 'night.” I reply, sticking my hands in my pockets and gazing up at the night sky.

There's no way I can go through with this.

“Oh, and one more thing.” Miki states.

She turns toward me with her arms behind her back, shoulders fidgeting nervously. A light tint of red overlaps her face, with her dark skin glistening in the emerging moonlight. Her hair sways in the evening breeze and those eyes stare out at me, unsure of what to think or expect.

“I'm really looking forward to next week, even... if we don't get a chance again.”

They're like bright amethysts. I almost forget to breathe when she looks at me like that. Not just her eyes either, her entire form. It's like she's switched into a different personality altogether.

The silhouette of her figure awakens my senses and sends my imagination running on a wild tangent. There's entire sides of Miki I've never even seen before. She could be a completely different girl on the inside for all I know, I have only known her for a few months after a-

“Hey, gaylord, did you hear me?!”

I shake my head back and forth, refocusing on the matter at hand.

“Jeez! You know how hard it is to say stuff like that?!” she says, blushing even harder.

“S-Sorry...” I mutter.

“Apology not accepted!” she groans in response, her cheek puffing out in frustration.

Wow.

Miki has a really cute side to her.

“Well I guess I have to repeat myself then...” she mumbles.

“I'm looking forward to next week, even if we don't get to have sex! Did you hear me that time?”

I nod my head, unable to put words to my mixed thoughts.

“Good! I'm going to sleep, 'night.” she adds on before fading into the girl's dorm, waving goodbye once more.

The trees rattle overhead as the evening breeze scoots in, the stars in the sky flickering in one by one. Students shuffle into either dorm hoping to get inside before curfew rears its ugly head. The world around me crawls with students doing their own thing, living their own lives, always moving forward.

And yet somehow, I'm stuck.

Not because of my heart, I've come to terms with that already. As a person: I've stagnated. I've been blaming it all on the physical disability of my heart holding me back, or making excuses about the ends not being worth the means, but that's a lie. In reality, I've simply stopped moving forward -- stopped TRYING to move forward.

And why? Why am I so afraid? Because MAYBE I'll have another 'incident?' Because MAYBE I'll wind up losing the closest thing I have to a real friend here? Because MAYBE I'll end up with less than I started with?

You know what? That 'MAYBE' should carry a pretty heavy asterisk.

Cut off being 'friends with benefits?' No. I'm not gonna wimp out just because I'm afraid that it might not turn out alright. I'm tired of refusing to stick my neck out and risk losing something, and I'm tired of being okay with the cards life has stuck me with.

I don't know what I'm feeling, but I know it isn't the raw lust I felt last night or this morning. It's...different.

I don't care if we never have sex as long as I'm here; it would be worth it just to be with her. Just to see more of her, that playful side, that cute side, embarrassed, determined, tired, bored... everything!

Playing the hand I've been dealt? "Friends" with benefits?

I call it a challenge.