Curfew (Suzu)

Curfew

05-14-2012




We entered the boy's dormitory holding hands, we have been attached literally everywhere for a while now so it's no secret we are a couple.  Still, as we passed the common room, there were some strange glares in our (mostly my) direction.  Stay jealous, bitches, she's mine.

We made it to my room and she quickly locked the door and well, surprised me.  The only way to describe it is that Suzu orally assaulted me.  Her kiss was hard, raw, passionate ... and quite frankly hurt. In a good way, though.  She is pressing forward, leading me towards the bed, not that I'm really resisting.  I finally landed on the bed, and we broke off the mouth groping and mutually gasped for air.  She has her wolf grin again.  Is she challenging me?  Okay, it's my move, I think.

I leaned in, cupping her face, and kiss her again.  A slower, romantic, one, but with just as much passion as before.  As we broke off, I see she is looking right at me with eyes glistening and chest heaving.  Okay, heart beat normal, albeit a little fast.  With slight trembling hands, and without breaking eye contact, I reached for her bow.  No signs of protest from her, so I slowly undid them.  She leans in for another slow, soft kiss, and I start unbuttoning her blouse.

I had the final one unbuttoned and she wrapped her hands on my face and kiss me again.  I'm thankful, because my heart is starting to race towards the edge of reasonable rate and that seem to calm it down momentarily.  I reached inside and behind her back inside her shirt and fiddle with the bra hook strap until I got it on the third try.  I immediately grab onto and fondling her breasts.  However the fact that the bra is not all the way off, plus the blouse still on, is really limiting my grope fest.  Okay, so maybe I should've taken off her shirt first before trying that.  She seems to sense the problem too and start to pull her arms out of the sleeves and ... fell backwards on my bed landing on the pillow.  It's the unmistakable dead weight collapse of her narcoleptic spell.

No.  Fucking.  Way.  Seriously, now, Suzu?  I sighed.  Does this count as second base, I wonder?

I look at my unconscious, semi-clothed girlfriend again.  My god, she's beautiful.  Another sigh.  Don't even think about it, Hisao, you're a gentleman.  I button back her blouse hoping the bra strap under her won't be too much discomfort while she sleeps.

Seconds turn to minutes, minutes to ... to ... to too long.  Geez.  Tired of waiting, and not wanting to wake her peaceful slumber, I grab something to read from the nightstand.  Walt Whitman's Leaves of Grass.  I was halfway through "Song of Myself," when I heard an all too familiar yawn.

Suzu sat up and rubbed her eyes.  She starts unbuttoning her shirt and I was about to protest thinking she didn't know how long she was out and we wouldn't have time for that now, until I realize she was just getting her bra back to its proper condition.

"Hisao ... did you do anything ... perverted while I was out?"

"WHAT?  No, Suzu, no, I ... I ... I wouldn't ever ..."

She laughs, "I know, you're a nice guy, Hisao, I know you wouldn't do that."  She puts her head on my shoulders.  "That's why I love you."

"I love you too, Suzu," and I just realized that's the first time we've actually said that.  At least I didn't get a heart attack this time.

"But since I'm your girlfriend, and I love you, and you're my boyfriend, and you love me ... it would be okay if you do some of those perverted things next time, you know."

"Suzu, I would never ever ..." and she bursted out laughing again.

I look at her, she has her teethy wolf smile again.  Am I really that easily to tease?  Sigh.

I look at the clock, damn, almost curfew.

She followed my gaze and understood.

I reluctantly started to walk her out but she suddenly stopped midway, nearly causing me to bump into her.

She turns around and look straight at me.  Her beautiful eyes glistening from the lights of my room.  A pleading stare, I suppose?  A longing stare?  We wordlessly locked eyes for what seem to be an eternity.

"Hisao ... do you ... do you really want me to go?"