Sean Sweetly Softly 7

Morning came and passed for me. By now, the feelings of ogling Mami’s semi-nude body have passed and the only lewd thing for me to do was to kiss her on the cheek. We said our good mornings and prepared ourselves for school. Though, in the midst of that, I took a look outside the balcony and noticed three girls in the Mitakihara school uniforms heading towards the apartment. Though too far to make clear distinctions, the colors of pink, blue, and green instantly formed it in my head.

“Hey, Mami, you mind if I walk with my classmates?” I asked her, though I tried to hide my sight as I noticed she was in the process of pulling up her pantyhose.

“Sure thing, Sean.” Mami smiled at me. Though Mami and I had our breakfast, I took a slice of bread to go, just to ensure I was full.

“Thanks!” Without a second to lose, I ran out of the apartment, bread in mouth, and took the stairs. Ten flights seemed like a rather long walk, but when you are practically long jumping to the point of temporary flight, you can easily make it down in just two minutes. Once I was outside, I had to catch my breath for a second before I joined up with the group.

“Ah! Morning, Sean!” Madoka waved over to me as I finished the bread I had ate on my way down.

“Morning, Madoka.” I blushed when I looked at Miki. “And morning, Miki…” I didn’t know what the seaweed girl’s name was.

“Morning.” Miki turned around, arms stretched with her hands rested behind her head. “So, when were you gonna tell me you were transferring to Mitakihara? Woulda made that chat at the mall the other day less awkward.” Miki walked backwards, though she seemed to have a good sense of balance.

“I didn’t know we were at the same school. I only just moved here Saturday night.” I said.

“Wait, you met Miki before?” The seaweed girl asked me.

“Yeah. He and Sayaka bumped into each other at the CD…” Madoka answered for me, only for Miki to leap over to her and covered her mouth.

“Y-yeah! It was a silly conversation we had about… Erm…” Miki turned red and stammered.

“She found me sleeping on the bench and thought I was a bum.” I faked a chuckle, though Miki joined in with a laugh faker than that one scene in a JRPG I played.

“Oh! It’s because of jetlag, isn’t it? I know a bit about dealing with jetlag if you need some help.” The seaweed girl said. While I loved to take her up on the offer, I shook my head.

“No thanks. I have some pills that’ll adjust my sleep.” I said to her. We shared some other small talk, as well as our numbers, before we entered the school.


School went by uneventful, at least until lunch break when I got a text from Miki.

“Hey, meet me on the roof.” I was a bit puzzled by this, but I wanted to talk to her some more. So I headed to the rooftop, though as I stepped out of the school stairway, I swore I stepped right into Vatican City. The building I exited from looked like an honest to God cathedral, with the fences on the roof being comically oversized and more akin to pearly gates. There were concrete benches every few feet. Miki sat on the first bench.

“Hey… Can we talk?” I took a moment to marvel at the entire rooftop. Even the floor was tiled as though it were some sort of temple rather than an actual roof. “Hey!” Miki’s shout was what made me focus.

“Oh… Yeah.”

“... Thanks for covering me. But… how did you-” Miki said.

“I can take a hint.” Miki sighed.

“Yeah, it’s kinda obvious the other day, wasn’t it?” Miki asked.

“Kinda is an understatement.” I muttered and sat next to her.

“I’m too shy to outright say it. Only Madoka knows.” Miki said. I realized how close I was to her. The feeling I had with Track 8 returned to me. As much as I wanted to hold her hand, as much as I wanted to be closer to her, I knew that her heart was set for another.

“Does he… go to this school?” I asked her.

“Yeah, but because of the accident, he wasn’t able to attend school.” I frowned and just nodded my head.

“It must be hard…”

“Yeah… I try to spend as much time as I can with him though. That way I can at least provide some support…” I was reminded of why I decided to head to Japan in the first place. To be there for Mami as she adjusts to her life.

“You’re doing a good thing.” I smiled at her before I pulled out the walkman. “I… I really like the CD. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.” I looked to the CD player.

“Um… Do you want to… L-listen?” I asked.

“Huh? Oh, yeah, sure. We have a bit until gym anyways.” I offered her one earbud for her to listen to while I listened to the other. The short cords between the two ensured we’d be stuck together closer than what we considered comfort. At least for the first minute or so. I had the CD on shuffle, resulting in a simple, yet innocent track. From there, my head bobbed to Miki’s arm. I rested on her.

A soft melody, a beautiful scene, and a kind girl next to me… It was the most pleasant moment I could feel…

But then I had to wake up.

“Hey, gym’s starting in 5.” Miki’s face had been red throughout the whole day, but this was a time where it was so red, her blue eyes had a hue of purple to them.

“Oooh… yeah…” I slurred a bit. With the last of my strength, I took a pill and waited for the effects to kick in. Soon, I was more active, right on time for gym class…


That is until I realized how much of a hellscape gym was for a young boy going through puberty. Especially with how there were different uniforms for gym.

Now, the boy uniforms were pretty decent. A simple white t-shirt, a track jacket for cool temperatures (when we had to go outside), and knee-length shorts.

The girl uniforms though? Their shorts, if they can even be called that, covered only their crotch area. Even more uncomfortable for me was the fact that these shorts were obviously of a different material compared to the boy shorts, as these clung onto the girls’ form whereas ours were loose. This made any moment where we stretched an exercise in patience as, whenever Madoka or Miki bent over, the shorts would contort to present the best look.

There was one benefit to the boy shorts, though. The loose clothing made hiding my boner easier. Though every time I gave so much as a passing glance at Madoka or Miki, I would see their asses. Madoka’s was cute, small, and round, while Miki’s was slightly bigger. It didn’t help that Miki’s breasts seemingly bounced each time she jumped or how Madoka’s shirt clung onto her as she sweated.

It was both parts pleasurable and frustrating. When the bell rung to dismiss us, I was more than willing to change back into my school uniform and forget the class…

But that was the thing. I never forgot. I never forgot Miki’s breasts perfectly visible through her white gym shirt. I never forgot the mound of venus that Madoka’s ass presented as she bent over. I couldn’t even forget the seaweed girl’s thighs. The stiffness only worsened. Not even the activities of cleaning would wash away the thoughts. Even though in my mind they were dykes at that point I wanted to degrade them by sticking my dicks in those dykes. LGD might actually be good..NO what am I thinking? Only my sworn enemy likes this degrading shit. I cannot be like him.

Once I was done with cleaning, I went home with Mami. My boner had softened, but I still had tension.

“I’ll go make us some dinner.” Mami and I entered the house as I took off my school clothes to slip into something more comfortable.

At least, that was the plan. As I undressed, though, the thoughts returned and the tent in my underwear had been pitched. I was in the bedroom at the time and Mami seemed to be busy with dinner, so, I let the memories play out as I stroked my member.

“Aaaah…” I winced as my hand went underneath the waistband of my underwear and jerked my dick. “Miki...” I muttered.

“Sean, I’m gonna have to run to the grocer...” That’s when I heard Mami coming up. I tried to take my hand off my junk, but unfortunately, the door opened and Mami bore witness to my… erm… happy time.

“... I can explain…” My cheeks heated up.

“Shane, you don’t have to worry. You’re at that age where it’s okay to feel these things.” Mami walked towards me and knelt down. She pulled down my underwear so as to get a good look at my penis. “How did this happen?” She asked.

“... Gym class. I-” Mami put a finger to my lips.

“Say no more…” Mami went to her wardrobe, a large, double doored mahogany wonder with four sets of drawers underneath, and pulled out the bottom shelf. She took out a pair of the girl shorts from gym. “These are burumas. Mitakihara is one of the few schools that still keep them around. Most other schools switch to the more traditional knee-lengths that boys wear.” Mami showed me a pair. She unbuttoned her plaid skirt, dropped it to the ground and allowed me to see a brief look at her white panties before she pulled up her buruma.

She sat on top of me, slowly guiding my penis across her thighs and rub over her buruma. She winced a bit as it touched her crotch.

“This… this was my pair from last grade, so don’t worry about dirtying it.” Not that it would matter as I recalled that time she cleaned a cumstain on the bed sheets. She continued this frottage as I, in a burst of lust, snuck my hands up Mami’s sweater and shirt, and grabbed at Mami’s bra-covered breasts.

“Ah… Mami…” I moaned as my hands pushed down her bra and felt up her warm melons. This was such degrading LGD but I could not stop. We continued the rubbing motion for quite a bit, each thrust getting warmer and warmer. My hands controlled the momentum of Mami’s breasts, and I even felt her nipples growing erect. “I’m gonna… gonna…” As soon as I felt a warm liquid squirt out of Mami’s crotch, I saw cum fly out of my penis. The two of us panted as Mami gave me a kiss on the cheek.

“You should clean yourself up…” Mami said. Her eyes glanced to her ring. It gave this shine to it where you’d swear it was glowing. I’ve only seen that glow two times before. At first, I thought Mami would help clean the cum, but as I soon noticed, she got herself dressed back with her skirt (though still keeping her old buruma) before she turned to me. “Sorry about not making dinner. If it helps, I have a few recipe books in the kitchen. Oh! And if I’m not back by 9, try to go to bed without me.” Before I could ask her anything, she left with a kiss on my cheek.

As the door closed, the realization that I was alone in the apartment dawned slowly, about five to ten minutes. The feeling came first as a quivering of the lip, followed by a tremble. Before I knew it, my throat was about to give out a wail, a cry for her to come back…

It had been the first time I had truly been alone since arriving in Japan. Before, Mami or someone else would occupy my time. A few thoughts raced through my head, though the most prominent one was “what does she mean by ‘if I’m not back by 9?’” I took out my phone, ready to dial Mami’s number…

Only for it to ring. It was Madoka’s number… I swiped the answer button.

“Hello?” I asked.

“Oh, hey… Um… Remember yesterday when I asked you to tutor me? T-there’s an English test coming up this week and I don’t really have any idea what to study…” It took me no longer than a second for me to respond.

“Sure. I’ll be over ASAP. Just text me the address to your house, okay?”

“Okay… See you later.” As I hung up, the tension in my heart went away. Mami will be fine was the thought that lingered in my head. I picked out some casual clothes from my briefcase and got myself ready. Within a minute, Madoka gave me the address to her house. Not far, about a good jog over.

With another toast in my mouth and a bag full of supplies, I went over on my quest to vanquish the loneliness that had tried to dwell in my heart. Though, a lingering thought was in the back of my head:

Will I end up lusting over Madoka like I did in gym?