Shaken, Not Stirred (Miki, erotic content)

Summer is grand. No school, no worries, just time to relax and enjoy your friends. I didn't make any plans for the break, so Miki invited me over to her house to meet the family. “You'll have to meet them eventually,” she told me, “might as well do it now.”

“What about Suzu?”

“Already has plans. Going to see her folks.”

“I didn't think they were that close?”

“They aren't, but she still likes seeing them, stupid.” We may have been dating for a few months now, but the girl keeps up the name-calling. “Can't let you get too comfortable,” she told me once with a wink.

“Full weekend with just us and your parents?” My nerves told me to back out, but a long weekend with just Miki sounded too good to pass up.

“They actually won't be back until the next day. They're on vacation right now. Some fancy resort shit or something.”

Which brings us to where we are now: Two teenagers. Alone in a house at night. No worries of adults waltzing in the front door. A pair of shot glasses on the table. And a freshly opened, questionably obtained bottle of vodka as the centerpiece.

What a recipe for disaster.

“Just straight?” I ask cautiously, staring at the filled glass in front of me.

“Hell yeah!” my partner responds with gusto, smacking me on the back. Not exactly the best thing for my heart, Miki. “What are ya, some kinda gaylord wimp? Down that sucker!”

I take a swig of the clear liquid. The alcohol swirls in my mouth, causing a burning sensation. It feels strangely good, tingly almost. But the taste is intense and bitter. Like someone used my mouth as a bathroom. I cover my mouth and cough as I swallow, much to Miki's amusement. She guffaws at my misfortune.

“I knew it!” she says as she downs her own drink. “You /are/ a gaylord wimp!” More focused on killing the aftertaste than getting back at her, I scramble through the cabinets for a clean glass. As much as we've been at her house this summer, I've developed a sense of where everything is.

What to kill this taste? Water? Too weak. Milk? Ew. Juice? Tea? That would make me even /more/ of a gaylord. Coffee? I love coffee, but bitter meets bitter sounds absolutely terrible. There's a large bottle of cola in the fridge, so I settle for that.

The brown fluid slides down my throat, but it doesn't douse the fire. Still, the sugar and alcohol combine into a very... interesting concoction. I slam the glass down on the countertop. “Say, Miki,” I start, wiping my mouth. She lowers her drink from her lips and turns her attention to me, one eye open. “What's up with this cola and vodka taste? It feels... odd.”

She laughs at my naivety. “Oh, dude, I forgot we had that!” She downs her shot and stands, walking over to fetch the bottle from me. Her left arm wraps around my waist, pulling me into a long, passionate kiss. Unexpected, but I can't say I'm complaining.

I can feel her taking possession of the bottle as our lips part. “Thanks, handsome,” she says, heading back to the table, flaunting her hips with each step. Ever the tease, that Miura girl. Is she always this way when she drinks? Wait, she's a flirt to begin with, alcohol wouldn't change that.

Still, I trust her. So many times we've sat on the rooftop at school and talked for hours. We spilled our souls to each other in those moments. Being out here with just her is fun, but... I kinda miss that. The simplistic, sweet affection she shows when nothing else is there to take her attention.

“Hey, gaylord!” Her voice breaks my walk down memory lane. “Come get some of this shit, it's delicious!” Aw, c'mon, Miki, I was having a moment.

I stand behind her chair as she mixes a drink, roughly four parts soda and one part vodka. “Mind laying off the gaylord?” I ask playfully, running my fingers through her hair. It's just a mock insult for her. “I mean, I did find the soda and all.”

She chuckles, offering me the filled glass. “Not until you prove otherwise.”

I accept the drink, swirling it around in its container. The smell is different. Pungent, acidic, but aromatic. “So I have to prove my manliness to you, huh?”

“Ha! What manliness?” She starts pouring another drink. “You've been sober your whole life and I spent every weekend before Yamaku wasted beyond your wildest dreams!” She cranes her neck back to look me in the eyes, baring the pearls in her mouth with a cheeky grin. “Just try proving manliness to that.”

I cup her cheek with my free hand and plant a kiss on her forehead. “Then why did you pick me?”

“Why do you think?” She grabs the back of my head and brings our lips together again. This one isn't quite as deep as the one before. It's more tender, loving. She pulls away, but I certainly don't want to.

A flash of crimson streaks across her face and her eyelids flutter. “Because I like you, stupid.” Her fist hits my forearm. “Now drink up, kid.”

“But I'm older than-”

“Did I stutter? Drink. Up. Kid.”

“Alright, alright. Yeesh.” I guess I can't really say much, that brash attitude is part of why I fell for her.

I take a seat next to her as she starts on her drink. The glass rises up to my mouth, and I take a sip of the potion. Compared to before, it's a world of difference. Where the alcohol set into my mouth and the soda didn't quite cleanse the burning, this taste is... crisp. Refreshing, almost. The cola is definitely dominant, but with a slight bitterness of alcohol.

She hears the slurp. “No sips, Nakai. Down the hatch!”

“What happened to 'Don't drink too much at once'? Or 'Flavor comes first'?” She laughs. I guess I win this round.

Her eyes glimmer as an idea hits her. “Be right back, love,” she assures, walking toward her room, still swinging those damned hips. Oh well, free show, no complaints there.

A few sips of my drink later, she returns with a deck of playing cards. “So little gone?” she asks, disappointed.

“First timer, remember?”

She chuckles. “Smarter than my first time, that's for sure.”

“I like to think I'm a smart guy,” I reply with an arrogant smile. My response earns me a shove and a stuck-out tongue, causing me to laugh playfully.

She starts a few pile-shuffles on the cards. “Ass.”

“As much as you say you like it, I'm more than just an ass.” Another shove, but she laughs this time.

“Okay, that one was good. I'll give you that.” She looks at the piles of cards sitting on the table and sighs, leaning her head on her stump. “Mind shuffling these for me, handsome?”

I nod and collect the piles, drawing them together into a single deck. As I riffle and bridge the cards, she speaks up. “I used to always carry cards with me. Shuffling was kind of a nervous habit for me.”

“Really? I don't think I've ever seen someone do that before.”

“Yeah. Classes drove me nuts 'cause I couldn't sit there and shuffle cards without being labeled a 'distraction to the learning environment.'“ She uses air quotes for emphasis, waving her bad hand around in the air. With the noise that these cards make, I could see that being a problem. I look down and notice the wear on the corners. These have been in use for a while.

“Those are high quality,” she says, seeing the way I examine the cards. “Supposed to last a long time. Not when you play as often as I did at school. Poker, blackjack, rummy, sometimes euchre and ratscrew.”

“Quite the enthusiast, huh?”

She giggles a bit, something I don't hear out of her often. I really like it when the girly side of her comes out. “Wasn't always just for fun. Money, a lot of the time. Lost /so/ much of my allowance in those days.” She looks at me, her eyes shining with mischief. Oh, God, what is it now? She walks her fingertips over to me and up my arm. “Sometimes for more... carnal pleasures, too.”

My voice turns seductive as I bring her hand up to my face, kissing her knuckles. “What are you suggesting?”

She pulls her hand away. “Not so fast, lover boy. You have to /earn/ it.”

“Earn it?” I ask, arching my eyebrow. “How so?”

“Strip poker. Five card blind. One hand, one piece of clothing. Looking, but no touching.”

Don't have to tell me twice. Just the thought of seeing this girl completely bare... dammit, I'm excited. I slam the deck on the table, pick up the top ten cards, and give each of us half.

“Deal.”

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Well, this could have gone better.

Ten hands later, I am down to my left sock and my underwear. I would still be in my shirt, but she's already seen the scar from swimming yesterday. She's still almost completely clothed, having lost both socks. I blame my tolerance, even though she's had more to drink than I have. My mind definitely feels fuzzy... like I can't think straight. In hindsight, I probably shouldn't have kept most of the hand with a King of Hearts, a 3 of Diamonds, a 7 of Hearts, a 9 of Spades, and an Ace of Clubs.

“Oh,” she pipes up as I stare at this new deal. “I forgot to mention the last part of why we played so much cards. Hilarity!”

“Hey now,” I respond with a slight hiccup. I'm tipsy, but not drunk. “Manners, young lady.”

She waves her stump at me, almost like she'd be flicking her wrist. A burst of air slips through her mouth. “Play the rest of the hand! I don't have all night!”

“I'm here as long as you are, though...”

“That's not the point. Finish it anyways.”

I pick out a few cards and lay them down, drawing three to replace them. This hand seems fine. “Keep.”

“Show me.” We lay our sets on the table, face up. I have three Aces, 7 high. She has two pairs, one of Kings and one of 9s. I raise my hands in victory. “Ha! Finally!” I exclaim.

She sighs. “Damn, I thought it was a decent hand. Oh well, time for things to get interesting~.”

What does she.... Oh. My. God.

My jaw drops to the floor as she shrugs the button-down shirt off her shoulders and onto the floor. She always said that the girls' uniform was too restricting; now I can see why. I've seen her in a bikini, but this is... very different. The lace pattern on her black bra accentuates her skin tone perfectly. Her cleavage pokes out of the top, absolutely addictive to look at.

“Hellloooooo~, Earth to Nakai! Do you copy?” She snaps her fingers and I stand at attention, trying not to fall back into such a lustful stare. “Look, I know they're fascinating and all...” Her cheeks are bright red. “But we have a game to finish.”

“Uh... um... y-yeah,” I stammer, dealing another set of ten. “A game.” She picks up her stack of five, and I do the same.

This hand is absolutely awful, and even half-drunk, half-distracted by the half naked girl across the table me can see that. She puts a few cards back, draws replacements, and keeps.

“Full mulligan.” Seriously, a fresh hand of five is probably better than that. Plus, I've got one more hand I can throw before I have to really start worrying. I could assume that we weren't playing full-strip, but I'd have to be playing someone other than Miki for that.

The hand comes back, and I'm not disappointed in the slightest. Full house, with three Aces and a pair of 4s. The half of me already aroused intensifies at the thought of seeing more skin. The skirt she's wearing is probably next. Hell. Yes.

I put my cards on the table. “Full house,” I exclaim, thrusting my hands toward my crotch. “You can go ahead and start if you want. Just to save us a few seconds.”

She laughs and imitates a sympathetic pout. “Poor you,” she states, fanning out her set. “Four Jacks.”

Dammit. So close.

“Shed it, boy.” On command, I stand up, grumbling as I strip the last sock, turning around so that she doesn't see the bulge just below my waist. “Ara~, ara~,” she says, mocking Lilly's signature phrase, “modest are we? Don't be, I'm enjoying the show~.” She bites her lip as the sock comes off. Strange, I don't really consider that sexy in the slightest. Even if I'm already half-naked.

“Nice butt,” she says.

“Eyes up here,” I reply, turning my head to look at her.

“You're one to talk.” She uses her arms to press her chest together. Jesus Christ, she's a tease. Just the emphasized cleavage is enough to drive me insane.

I turn my head back around, forcing myself to look away. “Not fair.”

She giggles at my embarassment. “Whoever said I had to play fair~?”

I pull the chair out from the table to sit down, but she stops me. “Hold it, Nakai.” The creaking of her seat's legs scooting across the floor rings in the air, and her hand grips my arm tightly. She pulls, lightly but firmly.

My gaze meets hers. Those dark brown eyes are filled with absolute lust. Her left arm wraps back around my waist, just like she did next to the fridge, drawing me closer to her. She strokes my face, brushing stray bangs from my vision. I ask her, “The hell happened to look, but don't touch?”

Her laugh is playful. Mischievous. Our faces are inches apart. “Enough games, Nakai.” She pulls me into a tender kiss, light at first but slowly deepening. As we part, she goes exploring up my jawline, each peck on my cheek better than the last. “You're mine for the night,” she whispers.

Yeah, I /have/ to have this girl.

The animal in me lets loose, and I give in to desire. I bury my face in her neck, the combined scents of the alcohol on my breath and her light jasmine perfume flooding my nostrils. She lets out slow sighs of happiness as I kiss the intersection of her neck and collar, her fingers rummaging through my hair while I push her back against the table.

She falls flat against the surface, my lips moving across her shoulders and the top of her chest. Her sighs turn into groans of anticipation as I slide a bra strap down her arm. Breathing turns into panting, the heat of our bodies mingling together.

I feel her fingers reaching down my chest, grazing my eternal scar. She plants her hand on it firmly and pushes he forward, lifting herself up off the table. “Ara~, ara~ indeed,” she says with a cat-like smile, again with that mocking voice. “Miki like.” Her eyes drift downward, and she catches sight of me. “And apparently Hisao like, too.”

Still rather modest, I quickly scramble to cover myself. A end up using an oven mitt in a nearby drawer, eliciting a laugh from my female companion. “Then why'd you push me away?” I ask, half-playing and half-serious. She stands from the table and starts walking over to me. “Because you're a tease?” I ask.

“A tease, am I?” she purrs back, bringing her mouth to my ear again. “I think you like it that way.” Her whispers send chills down my spine.

“Maybe a little bit.”

She pouts. “Just a little bit?”

“Yeah, just a little bit.” I can't help smiling now. She turns around, heading back toward her room. Watching her flick her rear back and forth is... mesmerizing. Before rounding the corner, she locks eyes with me, beckoning with her index finger.

Honestly, who in their right mind would say no to a girl like that?

I wander back into her room, the door wide open. Her room is simple, very unadorned and practical. Which makes sense, given how often she's home. The walls are a pale violet, a single full-size bed in the corner covered in brown sheets. Speaking of brown, where is she?

Creaking hinges ring behind me. The door slams shut, and a growl emanates from the person hiding behind it. I turn around just in time to see Miki inches away from me, pouncing and practically pinning me to her desk chair, her body weight placed firmly on my thighs. That look engulfs in her eyes again. “Good boy,” she praises me.

“Heh, I'd be stupid to say no,” I respond.

“That you would, my dear, that you would.”

Her skirt is draped over our waists, and I can feel a distinct heat over the thigh she's sitting on. Her left arm wraps around my neck while she cups my face with her hand, pulling our faces together into a fiery kiss. With a flick of her tongue, it turns from tender to lustful, and she presses more of her weight onto my leg. There's a moisture coming from the contact, and I'm almost certain it's not sweat.

As I envelop her body in my embrace, hands snaking up her back, she starts moving her hips. Gentle sighs vibrate through her skin, her breaths starting to accelerate and deepen. Her spine arches and undulates with every motion, the flesh of my legs heating up from a combination of friction, our own body temperatures, and the insulation from her skirt.

She pulls away from me, biting her lower lip to stifle her cries into whimpers. Her cheeks flare bright red, and she collapses into my neck. My fingers drift down to her hips and onto her muscular rear. Goosebumps trail after my touch. I plant kisses on her collarbone and slowly move back up to remove her bra.

The straps of her bra are already lying on her upper arms, but there's still the problem of the back hooks. My failed attempts elicit a few giggles and a quick commentary break from Miss Smartass. “You suck at this.”

“Hey, I'm a little buzzed,” I respond. “Gimme a break.”

“Yet I'm the one doing all the moving,” she replies, almost condescending, “and I bet I'm worse off than you. No breaks.”

I release her from my grasp. “Prove it.”

She reaches around her back and manages to unclip the hooks, letting her bra fall to the floor and covering her chest with her left arm. “See?” she says proudly. “Nothin' to it. Now, as punishment, no peeking.”

My face turns into an angry pout. The kind that definitely bothers her. “Hey! Don't give me that look!” I keep up the facade, knowing she'll give in eventually. “No fair!” Not gonna work, Miki. “I said NO FAIR!” Rock. Solid. “Fine. You wanna play dirty? I can play dirty?”

What is that look in her ey-OH. Oh, /that's/ what she meant.

She reaches into the fly of my boxers, and the expression I was wearing melts away at the first stroke. I let out a deep groan as her hand slowly moves up and down, leaning my head back in bliss. I catch a glimpse of her face before my eyes shut: delight at the power she has over me right now.

The familiar friction of her underwear sliding along my thigh returns, and the heat starts to build again. She pulls me close with her free arm, initiating another flurry of passionate lip-and-tongue action as I wrap her in my own embrace. I force my eyes open and find her staring right back at me. My heart flutters. I couldn't be happier right now, with our awkward attempt at foreplay. So... this is what it's like to be in love?

Maybe it's just the booze.

Her sighs of pleasure and my low rumbles meld together. Wave after wave of pleasure surges through my spine, and I know the end is near. She arches her back, crying out as she climaxes. The sound pushes me over the edge, firing my own fluids into the cloth of my underwear.

As her orgasm subsides, she falls over onto me, both of us breathing heavily and ragged. I wrap my arms around her, refusing to let go. Her heart feels like it's ready to leap out of her chest. She playfully bites my ear once between pants. “You caught me,” she whispers.

“Caught you?”

She leans back to look me in the eye. “I fell for you. And you caught me.”

It's so satisfying to know that she felt it, too. I can't help but smile. “Why wouldn't I catch an amazing girl like you?”

She bats an eye into a wink. “I dunno, cause I called you a gaylord?”

“Eh,” I respond, shrugging my shoulders. “I think I can forgive you this time.” I pull her into a deep kiss, warm and tender. She inhales sharply at the contact, then follows up with a long, deep exhale as we part. Her hand comes to my face, brushing the hairs out of my face.

“So...,” she starts. “Ready for round two, bucko?”