Emi - Cooling Off

The familiar rhythm of 'pit pat pit pat' fills my ears as I make yet another round past the bleachers. The Sunday morning breeze pushes past my face, cooling the layer of sweat that has begun to build up on my skin.

Accompanying my footwork is a more metallic sound, a ‘clack clack clack’ following each of my steps. Locks of light brunette hair wave to and fro, swaying with her movements. Her green eyes stay on the red track pavement, only looking away to glance at me.

It hasn’t been long since we started out morning run, but I’ve already last count of how many times I’ve rounded these curves. I’ve become accustomed to the girl beside me keeping track of my exercise, leaving me to continue running until I feel like stopping, or until the exertion becomes too much to bear.

“Just a bit more.” Emi chimes, seeming more upbeat than usual; which is something of a feat in itself.

“Until what?” I ask.

“You’ll see.” She answers, keeping her attention on the road ahead.

I continue on with the same pattern of left, right, left, right, letting my arms swing freely from the elbow up. Being Sunday morning, there’s no one out here but us two; I guess everyone else has a mind to sleep in on the only free day of the week.

Still, I can hardly complain. I’ve gotten into the habit of waking up so early; it almost feels strange when I don’t find myself throwing on some athletic clothes at six in the morning. I can’t even remember the last time I had to suffer one of the nurse’s lectures on staying healthy.

I round the last curve yet again, tallying up what might be the third or fourth lap. Rather than continue running, however; Emi pulls to a halt and wraps her arms around my waist, rubbing her cheek against my chest.

“Well hello there. What did I do to deserve that?” I jab.

“You just ran a mile and you’re not even winded! You should be celebrating, you goof!”

A mile? Was that really four laps?

“Celebrating a mile? C’mon, you run five times that much in a day.” I answer.

“Oh, so just because I’m awesome it means I’m not allowed to be happy for you?” she counters, stepping back and putting her hands on her hips.

“Hey, I’ll admit that it’s an achievement, but I’ll throw a party when I’m up to your level.” I reply.

“Up to me, huh? You wanna have another race, mister?” she says, reaching up and poking me on the forehead as if to issue the challenge.

As much as I’d love to push myself up to her level in a heartbeat, I’ll wait until I don’t have to sacrifice my heartbeat to do so.

“A race? I thought we agreed on no more races.” I counter.

Emi winks and nudges me in the side with her elbow before responding with “good, it was a trick question.”

“Oh really? Trying to find anything you can to get Nurse on me, are you?”

“Of course not; we both know I’d stomp you in a race. Fastest thing on no legs, remember?” she replies, flashing a mischievous smile.

“Your taunts are meaningless against one who does not try.” I return, unable to keep from getting pulled into her little game.

“Are you saying I’m not worth trying for?” she replies, her demeanor changing in an instant as she tries to bite at me with those puppy-dog eyes.

“That’s not what I was saying at all.”

“Good. See you on the other end~.” She calls back as the rhythm of her prosthesis picks back up, sounding like a metronome as she takes off at a faster pace than I’m capable of.

Content in the fact that I’ll be unable to catch up, I decide to follow behind at my own speed, taking solace in the fact that I can get a better view of her backside from h-

“C’mon Hisao! You’re too slow!” Emi yells from over her shoulder.

“I’m not too slow, you’re too fast!” I reply, allowing myself to push just a little harder.

Nonetheless, the distance between us only widens, with a string of taunts being slung back at me every step of the way. My heart rate begins to pick up after a few minutes of repeated exertion, but nothing painful ensues.

Once I’ve reached a comfortable speed, I decide to hold there despite all the repeated egging-on I receive from Emi as she out-laps me.

At this point she’s entered a full sprint, becoming a little winded herself as she passes me by for the second time, choosing to focus on her own speed rather than dote on mine.

It would seem that my heart isn’t prepared to take anything more than another four laps, thumping against my sternum in rebellion. Unable to quell its unrest, I decide to flop down on one of the metal benches in front of the bleachers, resting the side of my face against its cool, dew-laden surface.

I turn and watch Emi as she makes yet another loop around the track, clearing what would normally constitute three of my steps with each bound. There’s no way for me to know just how long she’s run at this point, but her haggard breaths as she passes me yet again would indicate that even she has her peak.

Sweat glistens on every inch of her skin as she takes each stride, sparkling in the morning sun as it takes its place above the treetops. Her long twintails trail behind her, whipping back and forth with each time she pushes forward.

After a while, she grows tired of her breakneck speed and decides to slow to a halt before crashing on the bench beside me, the tip of her head brushing against mine as she turns onto her back.

“Are you happy now?” she asks between haggard breaths.

“If I say yes, will you stop making me do stupid things?” I reply.

“C’mon, it feels good to push yourself, right?”

Well, I managed to run two miles in one morning, which is a hell of a lot more than anything I could have managed at the beginning of the year. I won’t be running a 5k anytime soon, but it does feel nice knowing that I’ve improved somewhat.

“Alright, I’ll give you that much.” I answer, chuckling.

She responds with a triumphant giggle before sitting up, apparently waiting for me to do the same. Upon trying to grab a little more rest on the bench, she leans over and starts patting both of my cheeks with her hands, “c’mon, wake up, I wanna go take a shower.”

“Leave me, I’m just dead weight.” I reply.

“I can drag you out of bed; what makes you think I can’t drag you back to the dorm?” Emi counters.

No doubts there. I don’t have enough fingers to count how many times I’ve wanted to take a break from running only to have an Emi already clad in her gym uniform grab me by the arm and tug me away from the loving embrace of my pillow.

Still…

“The dorm is an awful long ways. And there’s all those stairs to worry ab-“

Before I can finish my statement, she stands up and grabs hold of both of my arms, giving a light tug. It’s not a lot, but it’s enough to pull me off balance and leave me sliding off of the bench, leaving me in an awkward ‘chest-down legs-up’ position.

“Mean.” I comment, crossing my arms and faking a pout.

Of course, it’s only an excuse to get a good look from down here. The cloth of her athletic shirt sticks to her skin in all the right places, the tone of her light skin bleeding through the sweat-dampened cotton. Her thighs are bare thanks to the pair of red bloomers, with just a hint of light blue peeking out from underneath.

Her forest-green eyes gaze down at me with a mixture of amusement and disappointment as she crosses her arms, asking “enjoying the view?” with a tongue-in-cheek expression.

“What if I am?” I counter.

Emi crouches down and pats my head with a warm smile before retorting with “would you like me to pull by your legs, or by your arms?”

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I pull the door shut behind me before taking a few steps back and landing on Emi’s mattress, its position in her room long since committed to memory.

At first I was fine with being dragging by my legs all the way back to the female dormitory, but then the first set of concrete stairs happened and I decided to cooperate. Hopefully a few bruises to the head will teach me not to go against her again.

Or to at least volunteer my arms next time.

Meanwhile, Emi has already entered the bathroom and begun to fill the bathtub, paying no heed to my presence. Within a few moments her clothes begin flying out the doorway; one article at a time somehow gathering in a near pile. The sound of metallic prosthesis clacking against the tile floor accompanies the running water as she unequips her artificial legs.

I decide to follow suit; sitting up to pull my shirt off before heaving a sigh of relief as the cooled air washes against my chest. My shorts join it in the pile as I slide out of them, having already left my shoes by the doorway.

Before I can completely nudify myself, however, Emi calls out ‘ah! I forgot my towel,’ followed by a short giggle.

I look around for the item in question before noticing it hanging from the corner of her desk chair. Letting my boxers fall down my legs and onto the floor; I reach over, fold the towel up, and start to toss it through the doorway into Emi’s hands.

However, a better idea pops into mind.

With the image of Emi’s glistening form still in mind, I hang the towel from my protruding extremity and march into the bathroom, displaying it as my patriotic duty.

“Ladies?” I proclaim as I slide across the tile floor and landing mere inches from Emi, who is sitting on the floor with the shower sprayer in hand. I pose my hands on my hips with pride, not a drop of shame coursing through my nationalistic blood.

My show of support for the United States of Emi is met with a blank stare. This lasts all of five seconds, however, as she bursts into laughter and falls over, gripping her sides.

“Well good morning, Mr. Enthusiasm.” She chimes through bouts of giggling.

“What? You asked for a towel, didn’t you?” I counter.

She squeezes out a few more chuckles before sitting up and eyeballing the towel, glancing between my eyes and my lower half with amusement.

“Why thank you, Jeeves. Perhaps next you might make me a cup of tea?” She replies, taking a more regal tone.

“As you wish, madaaa-“

Before I can finish my attempt at a witty return, Emi reaches past the towel and wraps her hand around me, letting the tip of her thumb glide up and down the underside through the cloth. The sensation renders my speech useless as my words trail off into a shameless groan.

“Ooh, Hisao. Looks like you’ve got energy for more than just running this morning.” She comments with a catlike smile, her gaze locking with mine as her fingers tease me.

I can’t say this isn’t what I was expecting. It might be more honest to say it’s what hoping for, being a male and all.

Emi keeps a playful grin between her cheeks as her hand works its way up and down, the soft texture of her fingers making contact with my sensitive skin as the towel slides off.  A warm sensation washes up and down my body as she teases the tip with her index finger, giggling in satisfaction as it twitches against her touch.

Rather than continue with the pleasurable motions, rather, she grabs the showerhead and blasts me with it, taking the ties out of her twintails with the other hand.

“Hey, c’mon now!” I object as the flurry of warm water torrents against me.

“It’s like eight in the morning, Hisao. At least save it until after breakfast.” She counters.

A long groan escapes my throat as I concede and sit down beside her, accepting the complimentary back-washing she offers up.

“Besides, it’s better if you make yourself wait.” She croons into my ear, pressing the wash cloth back and forth between my shoulders.

Well… yeah, I can’t disagree with that. Delayed gratification, or something like that. It’s still a little uncomfortable being denied like that, though. Especially since now I have to sit with this ‘problem’ until we get out of the bath.

She hums a short tune as she works her way all the way down my back. Upon reaching my tailbone, she wraps her arms around my waist and slides the cloth up and down my front, taking care not to press too hard against my chest. As soon as she’s finished, she grabs the wash basin and dumps its contents over me, flooding the bathroom floor.

Content that she’s done her job, she lays the washcloth in my lap before turning around and, arms in her lap as she waits for me to return the favor.

I wring out the cloth before repeating the same process, massaging her shoulders with it around my hands as I work my way down the crevice of her back. The same happens with her frontside, although now I have to resist paying too much mind to certain parts of her figure.

She giggles as the warm washrag glosses over her chest, flashing a taunting smile from over her shoulder as I run my hand up and down her belly. Before long, however, I’m granted the same pleasure of emptying the wash basin over her head, getting a laugh of my own as her hair flattens out against her face.

After climbing up to my feet; I reach down and take Emi into my arms, carrying her like a newlywed bride over to the bathtub. Upon setting her inside, I allow myself to hop in and sit down, heaving a sigh of relief as the water climbs all the way up to my shoulders.

She looks me up and down from the opposite end of the tub before crawling over and scooting into my lap, laying her back against my chest. Her head comes up to the same height as my neck, inviting me to rest my chin against her hair.

“So, what have you got planned for today?” She asks, relaxing against me.

“This.” I reply, content to lay here with my arms wrapped around her waist.

“Hey, we can’t stay here all day!” She replies with a laugh.

“Says who?” I argue.

“Says me.” She returns, cracking her knuckles in an attempt to be intimidating.

“So what if I refuse to let you go?”

I tighten my arms around her waist, giving her a light squeeze as I try to pull her in even closer. She wiggles around against me, however, which has the unfortunate side effect of sending my mind into an even more excited state, thanks to the position of her hips relative to mine.

 “I can just break free, you know.” She comments with a groan, wrestling against my arms in retaliation.

I quickly find that I won’t be able to keep my hold on her. Rather than free her, though, I decide to loosen my grip just enough to wiggle the tips of my fingers against her sides.

“H-Hey! I’m t-ticklish there!” she calls out between fits of giggling, her previous state of resistance losing all of its power.

“You’re ticklish everywhere.” I counter, letting my fingers wander all across her body before focusing in on her armpits.

“Haha-Hisao! S-Stop!”

Her pleas fall on deaf ears as I undulate my fingers against her rib cage, her laughter increasing in volume with each passing moment as she tries to resist, sending waves of bathwater flowing over the edge of the tub with each kick and turn.

She soon tires out and tries to grip my hands, keeping them in place as she takes deep breaths.

“Oh c’mon, you can run a few miles every morning but you can’t take a few minutes of tickling?” I jab.

“Girls are sensitive! Jerk…” she replies, scooting back against me. This time, however, I can’t stop a tiny sigh of satisfaction from escaping my throat as she brushes against a certain part of me, causing a light twitch.

Emi raises her eyebrow at me from over her shoulder, scooting back and forth once more, only to receive the same, albeit a more held-back reaction.

“You are so wound up today.” She comments with a mischievous smirk as she lightly grinds her rear-end against me.

“And whose fault is that, I wonder?” I return, gripping the edges of the tub.

“Hey, it’s not my fault you take so much maintenance!”

“Stop being so cute and adorable and maybe I won’t need so much attention.” I comment.

“Hey, cute and adorable is what Emi is, mister!” she replies, holding onto my knees as she shimmies back and forth.

“Then I guess it’s your job to take responsibility when things like this happen.”

As this, Emi gives me a devilish giggle and stands up on her knees, wiggling her bottom as she bends over and grips the other end of the tub.

“What do you think I’m doing, silly? Geez, you couldn't even wait until after breakfast.” She croons.

I sit up and crawl over behind her, sinking my fingers into her supple rear. “What do you mean? You are breakfast.”

She lets out an excited squeal as I run the my tongue along the space between her legs, encircling the nub at the tip. Her form squirms about against me, a slew of giggles and ecstatic sighs rolling out Emi's mouth as I leave a trail of fluids dripping down her inner thigh.

A hand reaches back and holds onto my head as I my tongue slithers into her crevasse, wallowing about with more and more vigor as her cries heighten in intensity.

After a few more minutes of this, I slide up hands up and grip the curves of her hips, pulling myself up. Emi glances back and looks my figure up and down, biting her lip in anticipation as I try to line myself up with her hips.

“Bottom hole, this time!” She calls back in a taunting manner.

“Hey now, that was your idea in the first place!” I reply.

“Well you're the one who went along w-mmmmm.”

Emi's response is cut short as it slurs into a long-winded moan. Her back arches and her head rears back as I plunge into her, the soft texture of her skin heating up against my fingertips.

The rhythm of our hips slapping together quickly picks up as we pull apart and push back together in unison. Droplets of water gather on every inch of her skin, glistening beneath the artificial lighting overhead.

Sticking to her back are the long locks of her brunette hair, a shade darker thanks to the bath. Her hold on the edge of the tub tightens and shakes with each continued thrust, her mouth hanging open as a flurry of gasps and sighs escapes from her throat.

“Aah~.”

Our motions break up for a few moments as Emi pushes herself up and stands up straight, reaching back and attempting to hold onto me. I lean in and plant a few smooches along the nape of her neck as lust pushes my hips forward once more.

The scent of her hair floods my senses as hold onto her midsection, caressing the smooth skin of her belly as our bodies sway back and forth. Her hips quiver against mine and her chest heaves up and down in labored breath, any and all energy left in her body draining with each passing movement.

“Nnh~.”

She pushes back against me, our positions changing as I lay back in the bathtub and allow Emi to take the lead. Her small hands grip my knees as she lifts and lowers her hips, wiggling side to side as she tries to pick up the pace.

I lay my fingers on her waist and buck my lower half upwards each time she pushes down, which only causes her grip around me to tighten. Each meeting of our hips results in another cry, the ceramic tile surrounding us reflecting and amplifying our combined noises.

The remaining water in the tub splashes and sloshes about with our continued movements, most of its contents spilled onto the floor by the action thus far.

The finish line draws into sight inch by inch as we continue on, our drive pooling together as we force ourselves to the edge. My mind swirls with images of Emi's figure, only driven further into senselessness all of her sounds and sensations pierce through my conscious.

Regardless of how long I try to hold on, I'm eventually yanked across the finish line as my spirit erupts, no longer able to be contained by this weak body. Emi lets loose one last pleasure-filled cry as she tightens up around me, releasing every last ounce of her morning energy.

Emi dismounts and turns to face me, wincing as her tender parts rub against my skin.

“Are you satisfied now, Mr. Impatient?” She comments with a pout.

“I could ask the same of you, Ms. Enabler.” I retort, unable to keep the big dumb grin off of my face.

“Oh, is that how it's gonna be?” Emi counters, crossing her arms and turning away in a huff. “So ungrateful. I guess I'll go back to taking baths by myself, then.”

I sit up and hug her, resting my chin on top of her head before replying with “oh no, whatever will I do without your back-washing skills?”

“You'll go with a dirty back until you learn to show some more gratitude.” She argues, unable to stifle a short giggle.

“Fine, fine, I'll go get us some breakfast or something.”

“You'll get me some breakfast. You just ate and you're on a diet, mister.” Emi replies with a wink.

“Ha ha. Very funny.” I comment as I stand up and pull myself out of the tub, reaching down and picking up Emi shortly thereafter.

“C'mon, I can get out of the tub by myself.”

“Would you really steal the joy of allowing a man to carry his girl away from me too? I can't take much more of this punishment!”

Rather than another witty response, Emi flashes a warm smile and allows me to carry her to her room, where she finds another towel rather than asking for the one I tried to give her earlier.

With that thought in my head, I decide to head back into the restroom to grab one of my own. What I find, instead, is the sight of a girl clad in green pajamas, her auburn hair splayed about in the messiest of fashions.

“Do you two have to do this every morning?”