Miki Extra - The Track Shed

“7 minutes and 23 seconds.” I announce as Miki props herself up on her knees, breathing heavily.

“Maaaan, I'm out of it today.” she groans.

“Hey, it's better than my pitiful attempts. I get to one lap and have to tag out.” I reply.

“Well maybe you'd have a bit more stamina if you actually ran more than once a week.”

“Hey, I try to get out here! It doesn't help that classes start 20 minutes after my alarm rings, and there's always mountains of homework this time of year.”

“Excuses excuses.” she shrugs.

She pinches the neck of her athletic shirt and fans it in and out. Her clothes have become damp with sweat, the black fabric of her bike-shorts sticking to her figure even more than usual.

Even at times like this Miki knows how to be the most alluring thing on the face of the earth. I wonder if she has to consciously think of ways to be sexy, or if it just comes naturally for her.

“Someone left these hurdles out, help me put em up. That watch goes back in the track shed too.” she comments, pointing back to the track.

We each grab a couple of the tall posts and carry them to the little blue shack by the gymnasium, stacking them on a rack inside. Thankfully, it only takes two trips to pack up all the left-out equipment.

“Alright, that's it. Text me if you need any help like usual.” I comment as I wave goodbye.

However, she intercepts my wave and pulls me back into the shed.

“Where do you think you're goin'?”

“Back to my room. To get started on that massive stack of homework I mentioned.”

Miki sighs and shakes her head.

“You need to get your priorities in order. Here we are, a guy and a girl alone in a secluded place with nice soft mats, and you're gonna go do homework.” she says, clicking her tongue in disappointment.

“I think it's your priorities that aren't lined up correctly. My grades have been dropping ever since we started doing this. I'd rather wait til everything else was out of the way for the clothes to come off.” I retort.

“We can do it with the clothes on, you know.”

“That's beside the point...” I sigh.

“I don't know what point you're trying to make, but the idea here is that we should seize the chance to do what man and woman have done since the dawn of time now, then study LATER, since there's no chance to study now and ravage each other later.

“If that's your mindset, why don't we just study while doing it? Saves time and accomplishes both goals.” I ask.

I immediately regret asking as her eyes gleam and she pulls me even closer, yelling “that is an amazing idea!” into my ear.

“I could sit in your lap with the book while you-”

“Absolutely not.”

Miki sighs in disappointment, as if she were actually considering the idea.

“But still, we're in here all alone. Just you and little ol' me~.” she purrs as she pins me to the wall, her warm breath hitting my ear.

“Even if I didn't have work that needed to get done, I'd rather we just sneak into my room. Someone could come in here at any minute.”

“Hisao, no one would bother us. This is what guys and girls do in the track shed. Or...just guys if you're...”

Her sentence trails off as she grimaces and mentions something about the track captain. I'm not entirely sure if I want to know. Either way, she recovers from one impure thought and jumps back onto another: the one that involves her hand slithering down my torso.

“Even so, there's no point in keeping this under wraps if we're going to just go and risk being found out every fifteen minutes.” I argue.

“Oh quit your griping and get those pants o-”

In the middle of our little spat, the door is slammed shut, the clicking of keys and lock mechanisms ringing through the air as someone, maybe a janitor, gripes about lazy track kids.

...The door's locked, isn't it? That's what happens when doors shut and locking mechanisms sound, right?

Miki is the first to panic, pulling away from me and running over to the door before giving the handle a few good tugs.

“Oooooooh, that's bad.” she mutters.

“What?!”

“We're locked in here.” she replies with an awkward chuckle.

A bit of silence ensues as the meaning of what she just said sinks in.

We could be here all night! No one's going to stop by the track shed just to see what's happening at 9 PM! It'll be at least until they open the shed tomorrow morning – wait, tomorrow's Sunday. No one except for Emi runs on Sunday!

And she has no reason to come to the track shed!

“You know what, we'll worry about that later,” Miki chimes as she runs toward me, pulling her shirt off in the process. Underneath lies a black sports bra with a silver strip down the middle, just barely providing enough support to keep her chest from bouncing about.

She jumps over and presses me into the wall once more, the sides of her mouth curved up into an excited grin.

“Door's locked, no one can get in. What's your excuse now, Casanova?” Miki says as her hand slithers down my chest, undoing each button along the way.

“Are you sure? Maybe it'd be better if we w-”

“I'm not waiting another week for you to make up your mind. We're an adolescent boy and girl locked in a shed together. What else are we going to do? Play cards?”

...She has a point, it's not like there's anything we can do. Maybe roll a ball across the floor?

“No reply? Of course not, because sex is the only answer!”

My uniform is yanked open and pushed off of my shoulders, followed by my undershirt being pulled up and flung across the room. Miki flashes a devilish grin as her finger traces a line down my torso and circles around on my belly, her amethyst-tinted eyes gazing into mine with a mixture of lust and anxiety.

“Well we aren't exactly prepared...”

She reaches around my pants and fishes my wallet out, flipping through its contents before tossing it over her shoulder, square silver package poised between two fingers are her expression becomes more and more inviting.

“Ooh, what's this here, I wonder?”

“Uh,” “nothing?” Miki finishes.

Every single time.

“So, if you don't have any more objections, I think we oughta get this show on the road~.”

She flashes a wink at me as the zipper of my trousers is tugged down, my belt undone, and the green denim sent sailing across the floor.

Despite my attempt to stand my ground once more, any thought of resistance runs screaming as our lips touch, the soft heat of her skin only motivating my wandering hands.

My fingers explore the space around her hips, creeping into the elastic of her bikeshorts and gradually pushing downwards. Miki takes a step back and wiggles out of the black spats, leaving them on the ground as she re-enters my arms in just a pair of black panties.

The palm of her hand rests against my thigh and inches inward, sending an encouraging chill through my body as her fingers brush past a certain area.

“Ooh, that's what I thought.” she chimes.

A faint smirk breaks out on her face as my hands graze the skin of her back, my digits guiding along the cloth of her sports bra. She leans in and initiates yet another kiss, which I can't help but accept as as I fumble with the straps. She snickers a little bit, as if restraining herself from laughing out loud for some reason.

She smiles into my lips, a barely audible giggle rising out of her throat as her hand dances back and forth across my pelvis, caressing my lower-half as I continue to search for the small fasteners.

They're normally right here. But here I am searching every inch on her back and coming up with nothing. Maybe I'm just supposed to rip it o-

“Hey, Hisao.” she says as she breaks away.

“Huh?”

She tries to hold back a chuckle as she points to the metal strip down the center of her chest, a tiny silver zipper hanging off of the...

“Oh.”

She bursts out laughing as my face erupts in crimson, too embarrassed to even play it off or crack a joke about it.

“And just earlier you were staring so hard too. Caught up in the moment?” she taunts.

“Yeah yeah...”

She steps back and leans against the opposite wall, her arms crossed under her prominent bosom. Now, more than before, the tiny silver fastener taunts me, laying there completely unprotected. It's like there's a tiny face on it, sticking its tongue out in defiance.

Her dark eyes lock in on mine, silently inviting me over. That 'come hither' look that's made a victim of me more times than I can count. It doesn't help that the afternoon light is leaking in through the cracked boards, making her smooth skin shimmer with radiance. The soft contours of her figure blend together, creating a sight no less impressive than the first time I saw it.

“Are you just gonna stare? Jeez Hisao, we both know you want it, just hurry up~!” she calls out with an enticing wink.

Disregarding trivial things like mood or embarrassment; I jump over to the other end of the room and lock lips with her once again, pinching the dainty zipper between my fingers and tugging downward with a bit more fervor than I should be allowed at this point.

“That's the spirit!” she croons as I press my lips against her neck, leaving lust-filled suckle marks. My fingers sink into the soft, warm bundles of joy on her chest, a gentle moan gliding past my ear as they melt into the palm of my hand.

She wraps her arms around my head and pulls me closer as I kiss my way down to her bosom, the tip of my tongue running around her nipple before pulling it into my mouth, a sort of bliss seeping into every corner of my mind as I pinch it between my teeth.

I don't understand what it is about breasts that drives me to things like this. They're like big pillows, despite having firmness like a bag of sand. A warm bag of sand maybe, but pillows nonetheless. I want to try falling asleep on them some day.

Her euphoric gasps ring through my head as I give the same treatment to her other breast, the softness of her skin sending chills up my back as my fingers shimmy down her body. She gives an expectant giggle as my digits settle on her hips, snaking their way to her rear.

I slither down onto my knees, leaving a trail of smooches from her chest, down her toned belly, and onto the smooth fabric of her panties.

Her dark eyes gaze down at me expectantly as my fingers hook around the elastic hugging her hips and tug downward, shedding a bit of light on the trimmed strip of black hair leading to the heavenly space between her legs.

Miki bites her lip as I kiss the pink nub between her hips, an aroused 'mmmm' slipping out of her throat. Her legs part as two of my fingers creep along her inner thigh and brush against the pink slit, a sigh of satisfaction slithering out from between her lips as I enter.

My index and middle digits slither in and out of her, only egged along as Miki reaches down and guides my wrist. She tightens around my fingers, trembling in bliss as her head tilts back and her eyes clench shut.

However, it isn't long before she decides that it isn't enough and pulls my head in between her legs, trying to hold me in place between her toned thighs.

“Aaaaah~,” she moans as my lips make contact, the tip of my tongue sliding along the damp pink slit between her thighs. Her cries only rise in intensity as I plunge into her, my senses being filled with more and more of her taste and scent the deeper I slither in.

She lifts one leg over my shoulder and pulls my head even closer, actually making it harder to breathe as I wallow about inside of her. Her pleasure-addled moans fill the air around us, a total disregard for volume control making me hope that there's no one outside at this hour.

My fingers sink into the flesh of her thighs as my tongue rolls and pokes around inside of her. She quivers around me, legs shaking as if they were ready to buckle at any moment. Her fluids trickle out onto my lip as my tongue glides in and out, a strange satisfaction beating through my body as Miki moans out in ecstasy.

“Hisao~~~.”

She tugs at my hair and tries to hold me still with her legs as she squirms about, on the verge of collapsing on top of me.

“If you don't stop we're not gonna be able to get to the good part~.” she cries out, her eyes clenched shut as her skin heats up against me, heart racing.

It takes all my self-control to pull away and sit down before her, barely able to sit still as adrenaline and distilled lust course through my veins. It doesn't help that Miki's taken to such a lewd pose, with her entire body bared before me and a slickness trickling down her inner-thigh.

“Geez, you've only got two settings, 'stubborn as a mule' and 'hornier than a rhino'.” Miki comments between haggard breaths.

“At least I can turn it off, unlike you. No matter how many times you text me at 3 in the morning, I am not taking the risk of sneaking out of the male's dorm and into yours.”

“You're complaining about a girl inviting you over to her room? You know how many guys would kill to be in your shoes?” she replies with a wink.

“Too many.” I concede.

“Exactly. Now put the stupid thing on so we can get this party started.” she comments, pointing to the silver square next to me.

For once I do as I'm told and slither out of my boxers before taking the proper 'preparations' for what's to come.

With the pregnancy prevention paraphernalia properly placed upon my...you-know-what, I stand up to behold the sight of Miki pressed against the wall, her glistening back to me. She gazes at me from over her shoulder, wiggling her behind in an enticing manner, as if it were possible to lure me in any further.

“Didn't your Dad ever tell you not to keep a woman waiting? We're not doing rocket science here.” she taunts.

Don't gotta tell me twice.

My fingers sink into the tender flesh of her rear, its supple warmth filling the gaps between my fingers with each squeeze. Before she can wise-crack about it, I position my hips behind hers and push myself into her.

“S-See~! Was that so hard?” Miki cries out.

She tightens and quivers around me, nudging her hips back and forth anxiously as she glances over her shoulder, wincing. I clasp my fingers around her hips and pull my self back inch by inch, silently chuckling to myself as she groans with impatience.

I slither all the way out to the tip and then sliiiiiide back in, her cute little moans as I push in to the base. My fingers dig into her hips as I throb inside of her, my own body crying out in agony as it wrestles against the chains of my self-control.

“Hisao...” she moans.

“If...it's in any way possible...can you go just a teensy, weensy, tiny-bit faster?”

“What's the magic word?” I ask with a big dumb grin.

“Now.”

“Fair enough.”

Miki lets out a long moan as I finally pick up the pace, pulling back and thrusting forward with more vigor than before. It hurts to not just go at a breakneck speed considering how worked up I've gotten since we got into this shed, but I don't want to make a hypocrite out of myself.

“Nnnh~, that's more like it.”

It becomes especially hard to hold back as my eyes begin to wander, glossing over the skin of her smooth back, glistening with sweat as she rocks back and forth against me. She's bundled up her hair and let it hang freely over her shoulder, giving me a solid, uninterrupted view from the base of her neck all the way down to her tailbone.

The tempo increases ever so slightly with each second, just fast enough to satisfy the beautiful girl before me but just steady enough to take it easy. Considering how much I've found myself in this position lately, I'm beginning to think I've gained more endurance from THIS kind of workout, as opposed to running.

Sex does burn a lot of calories, I wonder what she'd say if I asked to turn this into our w- no Hisao we're entering dangerous territory here.

I yank my mental leash to pull myself back into focus, which happens to center in on Miki's delicately sculpted rear. As our movements become more and more forceful, her hips slap against mine, causing her butt to jiggle ever so slightly. Not so much that it ripples, but just enough to make it hard to go without noticing.

She braces her long, shapely legs against mine as she pushes against the wall, rearing back to meet my thrusts. Her haggard breaths and cries fill the air around me, mixing with the other sounds emanating from our bodies and creating a harmony that sends chills down my spine.

I find one of my hands releasing the supple flesh of her hip and climbing upward, gliding upward along the dark, creamy skin of her back and onto her side, giving it a gentle squeeze. My other hand soon joins it as I lean forward and over her, settling my head on her shoulder.

She tilts her head and attempts to kiss me, but is only able to plant a small peck on my cheek as we rock back and forth in rhythm, our body heat pooling together as my hands travel from her belly and up to her chest.

“Always the boobs with you~.”

“Stop being so squeezable and maybe I'll stop.” I whisper in her ear as I knead her soft warmth in the palm of my hand, the tips of my fingers sinking into them without control.

“They're only gonna get bigger if you massage them like that,” she moans, head rearing back as I tweak the soft pink nubs between my fingers.

“And the bad news?”

“There isn't any, you're getting really good at this though~,” she purrs before turning and attempting to kiss me once more.

Our lips lock for a few precious seconds before being broken apart again, at which point I lean in and plant a few smooches along the nape of her neck, letting my senses be overwhelmed with the scent of her hair and the salty taste of her skin.

I plant one hand on hers against the wall, our fingers intertwining as the pace picks up even harder and faster, with Miki's ecstatic cries ringing out across the room. Her back arches in pleasure as my hips motion back and forth, sliding out and plunging back in with steadily increasing force.

My other hand grips her waist to hold myself steady, our hips parting and rejoining as our bodies intertwine, reaching a quickened tempo together. My mind spins with euphoria as a flurry of sensations wells up in my lower-half and spreads across my body.

“Nnnnnnh~” she moans as we both inch closer and closer to the end, her tired breaths hitting my cheek as she glances over her shoulder to gauge my own expression.

All it takes is one final thrust before I hold myself in, stiffening up and then relaxing to the point that I can barely stand as all of me erupts. Miki lets out one last, long moan as she presses her hips against mine, tightening up and squeezing every last bit out of me.

Our lips lock together once more as our bodies quiver against one another, just barely maintaining enough strength together to remain standing. As soon as our kiss disconnects, I pull away and tumble to the soft mat, with an exhausted Miki soon joining me.

We lay there for a few moments to catch our breaths, gazing into one another's eyes with all sorts of emotions, bottled up or otherwise.

“Amazing as always~.” Miki chimes with a wink.

“Glad I could be of service, M'aam.” I return.

“Oh c'mon, can't you at least give me something like 'you were like a goddess', or 'I'll never work so well with another girl'?” she pouts.

“Both of those.” I sigh.

“We'll get there someday.” she says wistfully.

It's at this point that I look up to see the sun setting outside, indicating that it might be 7, maybe even 8 o' clock.

“So, what are we going to do now? We're stuck.”

Without an answer, Miki crawls over to a pile of discarded clothing and fishes her-

“You had that the entire time?!”

“Of course, why wouldn't I have my phone?” Miki replies.

She looks at me like I'm the weird one as she flips the phone open and types a message into it, tapping the send button before letting her hand fall to her side.

“There we go.” she sighs.

“Why...didn't you just do that from the beginning?” I ask.

"Better question: why do you hate sex so much?” she retorts.

"What? I don't hate sex, I'd just rather do more productive things with my time."

"Are you implying that sex isn't the most productive thing humanity has ever...conceived?"

She bursts out laughing at her own joke.

It isn't long before Miki's message is answered, although the grimace that soon takes hold of her face is definitely not a sign of 'we'll be fine.'

“Okay, good and bad news.”

“Good news is; Suzu's coming to get us out.”

“That great! What's the bad news?”

“Bad news is she's going to be a few hours.”

“...”

“Yeeeeeah.” she sighs, staring up at the ceiling.

A few minutes of silence ensues as we both gaze up to the roof, hoping that somehow the next two will elapse without any difficulty.

“Hey, Hisao.” Miki calls out.

Something to waste a lot of time that also minimizes boredom? Gee, I wonder what Miki's cooked up.

“...Wanna go again?”