Lilly - Not Just Any Hotel

Blue, red, and green dots dance around the room, flickering and changing with the rhythm of the music. Hanako stands at the front of the room, shaking with anxiety as her voice climbs and falls with the music. Despite her apparent terror, she still manages to be quite the vocalist, with the initial sound of her singing voice making my jaw drop in surprise.

Lilly hums along with the piece, swaying in tempo with the beautiful voice ringing out of the speakers. Akira sits on the other side of Lilly, listening with great interest as her toe rises and falls in rhythm.

After a few more verses; the number comes to an end and the room regains its relative silence. Hanako sets the black mic on its stand and makes her way down the steps, nearly tripping each time her quivering feet touch down.

“H-How'd I do?”

The three of us clap, causing her to become even more flustered as she shuffles back to her seat between Lilly and Akira.

"That's the seventh song you've done tonight." Lilly chimes.

"S-Seven?!" Hanako replies, having lost track of time.

“Well, we have been at this for a good couple of hours, after all." Akira comments.

"Y-yeah..."

Hanako gives a sigh of disappointment as she coughs, her voice having gained a raspy overtone with each hour the night wore on. Lilly's voice seems to be a little worn as well, despite only having done 5 songs.

"Anything else you wanna do, birthday boy?” Akira asks before ruffling my hair.

“I think I'm set for karaoke.” I reply before the suggestion to continue arises.

“What? Come now, you've only sung three times.” Lilly giggles.

“Yeah, and I think I was already done before you made me sing 'Bohemian Rhapsody' with Akira.”

“Hey, we all know you enjoyed that!” Akira retorts.

“You did a pretty good job on 'Come Fly with Me.'” Hanako comments.

“Even though he forgot half the words.” Akira snarks.

“Anyway, I think it's about time to head out, it's already 10.”

Everyone else gives a reluctant nod before standing up and putting everything back in order. Lilly locks her arm around mine as we exit the building, prompting a bout of giggles from both Hanako and Akira.

“I'm almost scared to leave you two alone.” Akira comments as she flags down a taxi.

“On what grounds?” I ask.

“Two teenagers walking home together in the nightlife of the city?” Akira replies before clicking her tongue.

“Oh please, Akira. Nothing will happen.” Lilly argues.

“Really now? So if you're not doing anything with Hisao, why don't you come home with me and Hanako?” she asks with a sly grin.

“Well...It's not that we aren't-”

“That's what I thought, 'lil missy,” Akira comments, “I don't mind if you two stay together, just don't go calling me about any accidents, if you know what I'm saying.”

“Of course not.” we both reply.

“Glad to know we see eye to eye.”

As soon as the cab pulls up; Akira tugs the door open and gives a theatrical bow beside it, gesturing for Hanako to enter. She waves goodbye to Lilly and I before shuffling into the taxi, quickly followed by a snickering Akira.

“Protection. Always.” she reminds us as the yellow car speeds off.

It's funny. Somehow the suited phenomenon herself wound up back here in Japan after only a month, boasting her own regional office at that. I'm missing the sight of that Lancer GT, despite having only seen it a few times, but I'm sure she'll find a suitable replacement for it some day.

So, she not only gets her own office and a new apartment, she also gets Hanako. After graduation she needed a place to stay, which Akira was more than happy to offer up. Her new apartment sits only an hour away – so here we are a week after graduation, barely separated. So much for all the crying we did.

“And now it's just you and me.”

Yep, now we're alone. Just Ms. Satou and I to ourselves here in the city. Of course, we've already done everything there is for a group of responsible young adults to do, so it might be better if we just went home.

“Of course you'd say that right after reassuring your sister that we weren't going to do anything.”

“Oh hush, it's not like she believed us anyway.” she argues with a small giggle.

“Yeah, you've got a point there. Still, let's go ahead and get home first, there's not much else to do at this hour anyway.”

Lilly nods and tightens her grip around my arm as we start off toward my house. After graduation, Lilly decided to stay and use up the guest room at my house, as opposed to returning to her own home in Scotland for the break between trimesters.

The best, and yet most confusing part, is that my parents didn't even argue. Son brings home a beautiful, tall, blonde-haired girl from his school life? Give her the guest room. No questions asked except for “what dragon did he have to slay to get a girl like you?”

Yeah. The only fight I got was my Dad trying to get me to admit that I was just messing with them when I introduced her as my girlfriend. Go figure.

Although, even waking up and seeing her in the hallway still has that dazing effect. It's been a couple of months, and yet it still feels like it was only yesterday that I was lying on the ground at the airport, clutching my chest in agony from overexertion.

Not that the highlight of that day wasn't waking up to see her sitting right there at my hospital bed, but still.

“So, what do you think your parents are going to do when you get home?”

“Nothing. It's 10, they're asleep.” I reply, chuckling.

“Oh please, I'm sure they stayed up all this time and they're just counting the seconds away. I bet there's even a cake, 19 candles waiting to be lit.”

“Maybe tomorrow, my Dad's as much of a stickler about sleep as I am. Maybe even moreso.”

“Well I apologize that you don't get as much sleep as you would like. Women have needs too, you know.” Lilly comments, flashing me one of her cute little pouts.

As if I could take that as a bad thing. Four hours of rest? Six? Who cares when the next morning is highlighted by the sight of her sleeping face.

“While that may be true, I can't imagine my parents being alright with us...getting noisy at this hour.”

“It's your birthday, I'm sure they will understand.” Lilly remarks as she plants a small peck on my cheek.

“No, seriously, the last time we woke them up I just barely managed to convince them that I was just tickling you. And then they woke me up 3 hours early to sweep the entire house.”

Lilly places a finger on her chin, thinking of a solution to our dilemma.

Or, her dilemma anyway. I don't see why we have to do things like this just because it's my birthday. I already got that watch from her this morning, and that alone made me want to skip ahead and just drop down on one knee. I'm almost afraid to wear it, the thing looks like it could pay off our house and still have enough leftover to buy a new one.

“Why not a hotel?”

A...hotel?

An adolescent male and female alone on the soft sheets of a hotel bed, nothing but the dim light of a table lamp to keep them company? No risk of interruptions, and not even a shred of restraint between them?

I think I like that idea a whole lot more than I have any right to.

“Of course! We can't wake your parents up if we're not even present.” she continues.

“Lilly, you do know what you're suggesting, right?”

“Why, yes, Hisao, I know exactly what I'm suggesting. Do you?” she asks with a catlike grin, a playful glint flashing across her smile.

“I think I have an inkling.” I retort.

“Well then, you aren't going to keep a fair maiden waiting, are you?” Lilly croons, her warm breath hitting my ear.

Without even replying, my eyes dance over every sign on the street in front of me, searching for that special arrangement of characters that lead the way to the golden gates to heaven.

There.

Oh my god, they even have those here. Me and my friends always joked about them back in middle school, “what kind of idiot spends that much when he can just get a normal room?” “Do you think they load up the room with all kinds of crazy toys?” “What happens if you get too loud?”

Et cetera.

The ruby-red lettering pulls my eyes by instinct, a mixture of curiosity and bewilderment filling my mind as I read each lavish letter, the font connecting to spell out 'Love Hotel', a cliché trope of a building I never would've imagined myself even considering.

But that's a special case, right? I can't imagine myself needing to spend that much extra with a girl like Lilly when there's other alternatives, right? ESPECIALLY not with a girl like Lilly, right?

Then again, there's a lot of things I never imagined myself needing with Lilly, like a blindfold. And yet there's one sitting bundled up on the nightstand back in my room, at the ready for whatever moonlight escapade I find myself being pulled along on.

“Did you find one?”

“Yeah, I found one alright. The rates look kind of insane, though. 20,000 yen just for one r-”

“Money isn't an issue tonight.” she boasts as my arm is tugged around, Lilly's cute expression soundlessly imploring that I lead her to the revolving doors.

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I can't believe we're actually here. It's not as extreme as I imagined it; no rotating bed or anything, but I'm pretty sure the box of contraceptive devices in the drawer means we're supposed to be doing more than just hanging out.

The rest of the details seem to live up to the hype however. Soft carpeting and a single lamp that sheds dim light across the room, complimenting the dark shades of the wall. Let's not forget the tiny candle-warmer lacing the air with vanilla and, of course, the gigantic back window with a view of the city an emperor would kill for.

It isn't shaped like a heart or some other cliché joke, but they certainly didn't spare any expense on the bed. Easily a king-size with red satin sheets and white covers; there's even rose petals thrown across the bedspread.

Geez, we just spent 22,000 yen for a single night. I'm overcome with guilt just thinking of sleeping before five in the morning. When's the cutoff time? Are they allowed to kick us out of the room? What if...we're not done yet? The box in the drawer has thirty by itself, and there's three more drawers in the table by the window?

Oh god, is that table there for business, or are we supposed to 'use' it?!

Why am I panicking so much?! Lilly, as usual, seems to be keeping her nerves in check and has already shrugged off her top, resting on the edge of the bed in a long beige skirt and a white camisole. Her light skin shimmers in the low light, with a hint of yellow showing through her undershirt.

“Well, here we are.” she sighs.

“Yeah, uh, here we are.”

Why am I losing it? Why am I so nervous?! Argh!

“Quite the atmosphere, hm?”

“You got that right...”

Lilly giggles before patting the spot next to her.

“Come on.” she beckons with a warm smile.

The fact that I can't say no to such an invitation causes my legs to ratchet over to her, resulting in my bottom being firmly planted on the bed. She leans her head on my shoulder as I settle in, her hand tapping around for mine before grasping it, our fingers locking together.

We lay like this for a while before she murmurs “go take a shower, you need to cool down.”

Yep, failure number one. Of how many to come, only the amount of time it takes to get to sleep will decde.

Without a single objection, I step up and enter the bathroom, letting the water run as I strip down to my boxers. There's an idle hope in my mind that she'll join me, but that doesn't seem to be the case tonight. It doesn't help my nerves any either, as I'm left standing in the hot water for ten minutes, barely moving.

I think of getting dressed back up, but at the very least we should be able to fall asleep here, having already paid the ridiculous fee, so I opt into just my boxers. Lilly rises onto her feet and takes a shower as well, giving me a good twenty minutes to think.

What is wrong with me tonight? I'm acting like this is our first time or something. Hell, I can even feel the blood rush to my head as Lilly steps out of the bathroom in nothing but a white towel, skin reddened and her golden-blonde hair hanging in damp locks. She's gorgeous, yeah, but that's a sight I figured I'd have gotten used to by now. At least to the point where I wouldn't get dizzy seeing her.

Her careful steps shuffle across the floor, touching the edge of the bed with her knee before plopping down. She then feels around for where I am and shimmies over behind me, laying her slender hands on my shoulders.

“Relax.” she sighs as her thumbs start to glide up and down, pressing into my back. “What's gotten into you today? You're so tense.”

“I wish I had an answer to that question.” I concede.

“We've got all the time in the world to figure it out.” she answers.

“All the time in the world? We just spend a fortune getting this room for a night. The bed, the mood, everything, how can we let it go to waste?!

Lilly heaves a sigh as she stops and wraps her arms around my waist, letting her head settle on my shoulder.

“How is it going to waste?”

“Because we aren't-”

“Because we aren't what?” Lilly repeats.

“We aren't using the room for it's...intended purpose?”

Lilly lets out a few giggles, unable to keep herself under control as they escalate into restrained laughter.

“Hey Hisao, do you remember the first time we met?”

“Yeah, in the tea room.”

“Do you think we'd be in a different place right now if we had met in the library? Or perhaps in the Shanghai? Even the cafeteria?”

My mouth opens to respond, but the only thing that comes out is a chuckle. No words, just a dumb laugh.

“Heh, we sound like a married couple right now.”

“Oh?”

“Like a husband and wife getting all nostalgic.”

“Hmmm? Are you saying you want to be my husband?” Lilly asks, her giggles joining the atmosphere.

“The offer's certainly there.” I reply.

“My my Hisao, I was expecting a bit more tact. A nice dinner and a ring at the very least.”

“Yeah yeah, maybe I'll do the real thing someday.”

“The real thing, hmm? I wonder what it's like to be wife...”

Lilly scoots away from me and imagines her life as a housewife, giggling at all the things that pop into her head. A particularly sly smile slithers onto her face as she asks that timeless “should we start with dinner? Maybe a bath? Or... would you rather have me?” question.

“That sounds so cheesy now that I'm actually hearing it with my own ears.” I reply, still laughing.

“Of course it's cheesy, but it's all in good fun.”

“Maybe I'd start off with dinner.” I comment, playing along.

“Oh, but we already had dinner.” Lilly replies, scooting closer.

“Maybe a bath then.”

“Already did that too~.” she argues, her arms wrapping around my waist, one slender finger dancing up and down my abdomen. The soft texture of her figure behind the bath towel rubs against my back and sends warm chills up my spine and dirty thoughts through my mind.

“Well gee, what else could we possibly do?” I retort.

At this, Lilly jumps over and nudges me down to the bed before swinging one leg over my lap and straddling me, all in one swift motion. I think she's gotten a little too good at this, to be honest. However, despite her skill, her towel has come loose and fallen to the side in the process, exposing her figure: bare save for a pair of silken yellow panties.

“We've already waited long enough, let's dig in~.” she croons, our lips coming to a lock as she pulls herself closer.

As if the entire day has culminated into this one moment; I accept Lilly into my embrace, caressing the delicate warmth of her skin, twirling her disheveled hair around my fingers, pulling her body closer to mine, and allowing my lips to settle into hers, loosing any restraint on my mind.

“See, all you had to do was relax.” Lilly sighs as lay back into the bed, shifting over into a more comfortable position. Once my back rests against the mound of pillows at the head of the bed; I pull her figure back toward me, reveling in the warmth of her figure.

Her fingers wander up and down just as mine do, running through my hair, clenching my face and shoulders, savoring every moment.

“Oh my, I almost forgot about your birthday present~.” Lilly sighs, a devilish grin taking hold as the corners of her mouth curve up.

“Huh? But you already got me s-”

“The other birthday present.” she continues, laying a finger across my lips, “close your eyes.”

I do so with a bit of reluctance, having to fight every urge to sneak a peak as I hear her shifting around next to me. However, before I can lose myself to that urge: something is stretched over my head, rendering me unable to open my eyes.

...There's a damp spot rubbing against my forehead. What the hell did she blindfold me with?!

“No peeping~.” she sighs as her lips connect with mine, leaving a trail of pecks down my figure. I feel the damp imprint of her kiss on my neck, then my chest, belly, pelvis, and finally...

“My my, honest as always, I see.” Lilly purrs as she tugs at the elastic of my boxers, waiting until I'm freed of the undergarment to 'enjoy her meal'.

With my sight denied, my sense of touch has become much more sensitive – the mere feeling of Lilly's soft lips against me is enough to make my body tense up in pleasure. I'm left gripping the bedsheets and moaning out without an ounce of shame as a wet warmth slides up and down, leaving a tiny smooch every time she reaches the tip.

“You're so lively today.” she sighs, my body unable to keep from twitching as her hot breath puffs against me.

However, instead of continuing, she shifts around in front of me, murmuring “I always wanted to try this~.”

Before my imagination can kick into overdrive, she fills my mind with all the necessary images as the slickness dripping down my lower-half is soon enveloped by a soft warmth like no other.

“L-Lilly...” I groan, my fingers digging into the bedsheets as she squeezes me.

“I knew you'd like this.” Lilly giggles, humming as she shifts around, squeezing me one way or another.

Oh my god, if this is what I think it is, I don't think I'll even be able to hold on for another 5 seconds. I can't even keep my hips from rocking against whatever she's doing, prompting another cute giggle.

“My my, does it really feel that good?”

I can already feel an ever-familiar pleasure building up in my lower body, rushing back every mental stop and ounce of self control as it looks for the shortest way out.

She squeezes me and pushes up, releasing before pressing back down against the base as if to coax it out of me. As if that weren't enough, after a short while she keeps my length enveloped as the tip is swallowed up by an even warmer sensation, a certain wetness swirling around in lust.

I once again find myself rocking my hips against her, unable to even keep control of my lust. I devote every ounce of control I have to keeping myself steady, content to let her try whatever she pleases.

“What are you doing? You don't have to stop.”

The sensation of her breath sailing over the most sensitive part of my body is enough to undo every ounce of self control I thought I had, and I'm soon left with my head rearing back as my pelvis bucks against the cushy warmth surrounding me.

“L...Lilly...I'm...”

I can't even manage to warn her as she crosses the line and squeezes out more than just a few moans. My entire body loses its tension as I relax into the covers, a sigh of satisfaction rolling out of my mouth as I try to get a handle on what exactly just happened.

“Ah, it's all over me...”

My back burns for a brief moment as I jerk myself up, peeling the blindfold off to catch the view of the century. Kneeling in front of my lower half is the most beautiful girl in the world trying to clean a mess of sticky white goop from her face and chest.

Oh. That's what happened.

“Nnh, sorry.”

“Oh, you don't need to apologize~.”

I am going to marry this woman.

I don't care if I have to suffer through another heart attack, or even another after that, I will make Lilly mine.

Dinner and a ring? That's not enough. I wonder how much is costs to get those proposals announced at concerts. Those parfaits with the edible gold leaf and the diamond ring at the bottom are only about 100,000 yen, right?

“Ah, Hisao, put the blindfold back on, it's no fun unless you do.”

Oh, right, I'm supposed to keep this pulled over my ohmygodsheblindfoldedmewithherpanties.

“Hm? What's wrong?” she asks as she sponges away the...mess with a couple of tissues.

“Nothing, just...you got a little creative this time.”

“I always wanted to try, but I thought it might be going a little too far. Glad to know you like it.” she chimes.

Blindfolded with a pair of lacy lemon-yellow panties. I guess everyone has a thing for stuff like this, even a high-class girl like Lilly.

I grab the elastic and pull it back over my eyes, readjusting in the darkness as something rubbery is stretched over my lower-half. She then pulls herself back up, parting her legs over my hips and sitting down, the heavenly space between her legs coming to rest against mine. She props herself up on my chest, those gentle fingers spreading over my already-excited heart, poking and prodding at me with the other hand and giggling at the fact that it's already prepared to go for round two.

“Anything else you'd like to do? Or are you finally ready?”

“I think waiting any longer at this point would be torture for both of us.”

“I'm glad to see we can agree on something.” Lilly purrs as she picks herself up and positions me between her hips, holding it steady as she inches down.

She lets out a soft “nnh~” as I plunge into her, wincing as our bodies merge at one point. She tightens and pulsates around me, hips quivering in anticipation as she slides all the way down to the base.

Her previously playful demeanor soon recedes under a more passionate one as she falls forward and locks lips with me, gripping my shoulders as her hips start to rise and fall. It doesn't take long to sink into the mood, her soft moans filling my ears as our privates mingle together.

The tempo stays relaxed, our bodies separating and rejoining at a gentle pace, in no rush to finish. I take my time savoring the form of the goddess lying atop me, taking in every inch of her figure as my hands glide across her back. From the slender gap between her shoulders all the way down to the soft curvature of her rear, the tips of my fingers relish the warmth beneath them.

Our lips settle into one another before breaking apart, leaving the faint flavor of vanilla on my breath. The sound of gasping rings out as we fight the urge to reconnect, swallowing a few breaths before being pulled back together. Her fingers rush through my hair and down the sides of my face, holding both herself and I steady as our forms rock together in lust.

Lilly finally pulls away and sits up, bracing herself on my shoulders as the pace increases bit by bit, barely enough to notice. The fact that I can't see only makes each touch that much more provoking, unable to devote even a part of my mind to substituting Lilly's image as each caress sends a ripple through my thoughts.

I wonder if this is what it's like for her; each touch of our lips or pass of our hands carrying double the sensation. It's understandable that she gets so passionate about these acts, being pulled along solely by the touch of your partner, the scent of their form, the taste of their skin, or the sound of their outcries.

I find my self-control gradually unraveling as her cries grow more and more passionate, her quivering lips calling for more and more. Her voice rolls along the air and into my ear, only adding to the pleasure-addled state of my mind, unable to think for even a few seconds. Only the tiny shred of sanity I've managed to retain keeps me in check, resisting the urge to flip over on top and take her for myself.

“Hisao~” she moans, the tips of her fingers digging into my shoulders.

It's just little things like the sound of my name and the warm embrace of her hands, and yet it feels as though it were enough to send me toppling over the edge all on its own. I really do place too much on sight, everything else just carries more appeal. The sight of her chest jiggling with each motion is nice, but letting my hand crawl up her smooth belly and grab hold of her breast is so much more...appealing. As is the impassioned moan that rises out of her throat in response, or the feel of her hand as she grabs my wrist and eggs me along.

This is how people get new fetishes, isn't it? We're going to be that weird couple that ties each other up and role-plays in crazy outfits in 10 years, aren't we?

Time wears on as our minds meld together, the tempo increasing more and more as our self-control runs thin. The sound of our bodies binding and separating sends warm chills up my back, as does each forceful movement, our hips slapping together as she rides with more and more vigor.

However, as much as I'd like to lay back and ride across the finish line with her, I can't.

I reach up and plant a hand on her shoulder, nudging her over.

“You're always doing all the work...” I manage to groan out.

She gives a worried sigh before leaning onto me, managing to flip both of us over without our bodies disconnecting. I take a tiny breather as my head rests on her shoulder before pushing myself up, searching around for her lips as my hips push in and out with more vigor than before.

I place a few small kisses on what I believe to be the nape of her neck before reaching her cheek, and eventually her lips, sharing a long kiss as our minds lose any and all control.

A pair of legs wraps around my backside, pulling me in even closer and keeping me from backing away, all while her arms rope around my back, her nails dragging across my shoulders as our body heat pools together.

Our movements get so rough that I'm unable to stay connected to her lips, resting my head against her shoulder as she moans into my ear, crying out my name, pleading for me to go faster, harder, more forcefully, all while her warm breath rolls against the side of my head.

My fingers dig into the bedsheets as I answer her cries, practically sprinting toward the endpoint as the bed rocks back and forth, the wooden backboard knocking against the wall as our bodies push and pull one another.

In one final push, Lilly's head rears back as she calls out my name, our moans eclipsing together as we both climax. I feel as though the world around me were dissolving as I collapse onto Lilly's bosom, letting my spinning head rest between the two makeshift pillows on her chest.

“Happy birthday, Hisao.” Lilly whispers as she ruffles my hair, placing a small kiss on my forehead.

Huh?

Oh, wait. Wow, it is my birthday. How'd I forget?

“That was one hell of a present.” I reply.

I push myself off of Lilly and lay back on the opposite end of the bed, chest heaving as my heart pounds against my sternum. I suppose lots of “exercise” has made it possible for Lilly to take the load off every now and then.

“Man, I'm tired.” I sigh.

“Really? What a shame.” she replies, giggling.

“And why is that?” I reply, looking up at her.

She twirls a couple of silver squares between her fingers, brow narrowed in that seductive look.

“Why? We've still got a whole night ahead of us, silly.”