Miki - Lazy Afternoons

“Hisaoo. Hisaaaaaooooo.”

Miki pokes me in the stomach lightly. It’s not painful, but still a bit unpleasant. I open one eye, and look at her.

“What?”

“Say,” she nudges closer to me, wrapping her right hand around my neck, “who’s the prettiest girl in Yamaku?”

I sigh. Damn her baits for compliments, they make me feel like I’m not giving her enough attention. We’re lying on a bed in my room, clock is approaching 3 PM. I desperately battle sleep after a long day at school, but Miki doesn’t seem to be tired one bit. I let out a long “Umm…”, making it seem like I’m actually in deep thoughts, until she angrily starts poking me again.

“I got it. You. It’s you.“ I finally reply.

Miki looks pleased with herself. She smiles widely, and kisses me on the cheek. It’s very sweet, but I pretend not to notice, and close my eyes again. I hear a quiet grunt. It’s so easy to play with you, miss Miura.

“Okay, then next question. Who’s the second prettiest girl in Yamaku?”

Now that’s a tricky one. How should I approach it? I turn to Miki, and stare right in her eyes.

“You. It’s you again. Second, third and so on. You’re the prettiest girl on Earth, and take all the spots.”

How melodramatic, Hisao. Seems to work just fine, though – I see Miki blushing heavily. She pokes me on the chest with her stump.

“You weasel! Can’t you answer one question properly?”

“But I just did!” I fake innocence. “What else do you want from me? Your beauty overshadows everyone else.”

Miki tries to pout through her smile. I smirk myself, and receive another gut poke.

“Okay, mister smartass. Here’s the straightforward one for you – who’s the prettiest girl in Yamaku EXCLUDING me? If there was no Miki Miura, who would you pick?”

Miki gets up a bit, and looks at me menacingly. What do I respond with this time? Replying with her own name again isn’t as funny anymore. What girls are there in our school? Misha is pretty – she’s busty and relatively tall. Shizune is also quite attractive. Saki has beautiful hair… I stop myself in the middle of my thoughts. Feels kinda shitty judging these girls like meat at the market. How do I get out of this? Should I just say “Mutou”? Or maybe… I think I got it.

“Lilly.”

“Lilly?” Miki looks a bit stupefied. Did she actually expect to hear her own name again? “Why Lilly?”

“She looks the most like you without being you. Tall, long hair, great figure. Yep, she’s the one that resembles you the most, so I would give her the second prize.”

Miki grins deviously. “So, you like me because of my curves, not because of my personality?”

“There’s no girl like you in this school anyway, so I had to go with physical similarities instead.” I answer completely seriously.

“Okay, then.” Miki once again falls near me, placing her stump over my chest. “So, you like long hair. Why?”

“Don’t put words in my mouth. I said I loved YOU, and would in any case, even if you were bald.”

“Now that’s an interesting idea…” Miki says, twirling her hair. “Should I do it?”

“Please don’t.”

We both laugh. My drowsiness seems to be gone completely. Miki climbs on top of me,  pinning me to the bed. Then, she nudges backwards, and sits on my thighs. With one hand, she starts undoing the belt.

“Get your pants off.”

“What? Why?” I toy with her once again.

“So I can suck you off, so the next time you see Lilly you won’t bust in your pants!”

I giggle, but comply. Pants fly off, and in a moment Miki already has my dick in her mouth. I watch her head go up and down rhythmically, she notices my stare and smiles back.

“Oh yes, Lilly, good. Just like that, girl.”

“What the fuck?” Miki raises her head, laughing. “What’s that about?”

“Oh, sorry, I thought you liked roleplay? I decided to spice things up a bit. Now, dear, make us some tea after you’re finished, will ya?”

***

Equations dance before my eyes, trying to jump off the paper. Man, it’s really hard to study during the heat. Especially considering that I’m not the only one I must get through the exams. Miki, with a bored look on her face, draws faces in her notebook. It’s already quite stuffy in my room, but with another person next to you it gets close to being unbearable. I push away my notebook, and turn to her.

“Shouldn’t you be practicing?”

Miki yawns loudly instead of answering. I poke her in the tummy mid-yawn, she pushes me away with her right hand, laughing. Finally, she gets her composure back.

“Yeah, I know, I know. It’s just…”

“Too hot?”

“Too hot, yeah…” Miki looks around my room. “Don’t you have a fan?”

“Nope”

“Okay then.” She starts unbuttoning her shirt. I gulp quietly. “You won’t mind if I lose some clothes? The heat is killing me.”

“Be my guest.” I reply. “Shouldn’t you Okinawans be fine with high temperature though? I’ve never seen you complaining about it being too cold, but with summer approaching, you seem to get more and more out of your element.”

“Common misconception” Miki answers, pulling her shirt off. She hangs it and her tie on the back of her chair, then turns to me. “Hey, what’s this? I expected us to be on equal footing. Get your damn shirt off, too!”

“Okay. If you want to see my scar that badly, so be it.” I get up and head to my wardrobe, unbuttoning my shirt in the process. To be fair, it’s really damn hot, maybe Miki has a point. I mount my shirt on a hanger, and head back to the desk. Miki, is already waiting for me, smiling. She’s completely naked from waist up. I tilt my head, looking straight into her laughing eyes.

“How do you expect me to concentrate in such circumstances?”

Miki fakes being surprised. “Oh, so it’s only about YOUR convenience now? Didn’t you think about how hot it's in your room before inviting me over,” – Miki makes a quotations mark in the air with her hands. Well, a hand and a stump. It’s quite silly looking, so I can’t help but grin – “to “study”? Well, I can’t handle it. And don’t laugh! Now, will you help me with math as you promised to?”

“Okay, okay.” I respond, getting back to my seat. “Let’s see, quadratic equations. Oh, that’s easy, see, all you have to do is…”
Words get stuck in my throat. Miki’s boobs are too damn distracting. She clearly notices, and jiggles them a bit, with a sly look on her face.

“…is to find a discriminant. Hey, are you listening?”

“Yep, yep, I do” Miki responds, looking back at the notebook. “So what’s this discrimithing you’re talking about?”

I bonk her slightly on the head. “It’s something we’ve been studying for the last month. Where have you been?”

“I don’t know, probably in thought about how we’re going to spend summer vacation.”

I sigh. “Okay, let’s start from the beginning then.”

Miki smiles. “Relax, Hisao. Don’t be too hard on yourself.” She pushes her chair closer to mine. “Actually, scratch that. Let’s up the stakes. If you pull me through exams, I’ll reward you with the most amazing sex of your life.”

“Tempting, Miki, very tempting. But think about it – we are just 18 years old. What am I going to do with the rest of my life, if I’ve already had the best sex of it? It will make the rest of it bleak, and all the remaining sex disappointing.”

“God damn you and your overthinking.” Miki replies, with a sour look on her face. “Okay, how’s that – I will reward you with SECOND best sex of your life, so you can live the rest of it looking forward to the BEST one. Deal?”

I smile back. “Deal.”

“Now, do you have anything in mind?”

I hesitate for a moment, staring at Miki’s bare boobs. With my right hand, I start rubbing them. Miki purrs, closing her eyes. I twirl her nipple a bit, before pulling my hand back.

“Paizuri. I want a paizuri.”

Miki responds with a frowning stare.

“Have you read too much hentai manga or something? In real world it doesn’t work like in your cartoons.” Miki squashes her breasts together. “See, they aren’t THAT big. How am I supposed to please you with this? Especially considering that monster in your pants. Did you think about Lilly and her giant udders again?”

Ouch. Miki reminds me from time to time about the "second place" I gave Lilly once. The compliment, though, is still flattering, even if it feels out of place. I smile, and poke between her boobs with a finger. “I’m sure you’ll find a way.”

Miki softens up. “Fine. But only if you help me first. So that discriminant thingy, it’s b squared minus four a c, right?”

I can’t help myself from being impressed. “Indeed so.”

We spend about half an hour on relatively simply equations. Miki is a surprisingly capable student. There’s definitely a brain behind this airheaded façade. I even forget about her being topless. Finally, we run into a tricky one. Lost in thought, I start twirling her nipple in my hand.

“Hey, what the hell?” Miki responds, laughing.

“What? Oh, that? Pay no attention, please. I just thought that if I massage your boobs a lot, they may grow just big enough for a proper paizuri.”

Miki smiles back at me. “You’re an asshole, you know.”

“No. I’m a man conducting an experiment. You can’t blame me for trying. Now, get back to the math problems, while I enlarge your boobs. For science!”