Hanako - If the Face Sits, Wear it

It's been about a month since I'd made a personal visit to Hanako's room, on that fateful day leading up to her Birthday.

Because of that, and the times following, I feel closer to her than ever.  We've kissed at least three times since then, and had many more good dates spent with each other.

Yet, still, something doesn't feel right.  I don't know how I'd explain the rift in our relationship.  Empty?  Our only close encounter added up to that much, to put it lightly.  I really don't think I could get her into a situation like that again, nor would I want to.

I love Hanako.  She's beautiful, I'd even dare call her sexy.  But that's not what she's about, in most situations.

I've had plenty of time to look her over.  I'm definitely attracted to her, and not just emotionally.

It makes me feel worse about the fact that I moved onto her that night.  Even if we both felt happy afterwards, I was, without a doubt, responsible for our cumulative screw-up on that day.

Not that I could tell Hanako, though.  Oh, of course not.  Even in the best case scenario, that would only make things worse.

Still, ever since then, when I look at Hanako, I can tell that she feels anything but comfortable towards me.  Those beautiful eyes, set in surprisingly dark lashes, they avoid even me, her outspoken boyfriend, in the public setting of the classroom.

Do sexual encounters mean all that much?  Maybe it's just me.  Maybe I'm blowing this whole thing out of proportion.  I shouldn't base our entire relationship on it, that's for sure.  Still, I have no way of knowing how Hanako feels about anything regarding it without asking her.  Even if I asked, I doubt she'd have an answer.

Oh well.  I suppose I should just endure the enjoyment that her gentle smile and warm embrace bring as we meet up after classes and in each others dorm rooms.  Oh, poor me.

"Hisao!  Hisao, open up!"

I plop my pillow on top of my face as I lay on my bed, groaning.  I'm not tired, not at all, I just don't feel like talking to Kenji first thing in the morning.  I want to ignore the repeated knocks on my door, but knowing Kenji's diligence, it would probably be futile.

As I open the door, he shoves in with no hesitation and a heavy-looking box, dropping it down to the floor with a bang.

"Hisao!  Got some presents for you."

I look the box over, dust still settling from its arrival.  "Oh boy, a dingy box.  You could've at least wrapped it."

Kenji immediately slaps his hands on his cargo.  "Hey, you ain't snatchin' this.  The box is mine.  I'm giving you some of what's inside it."

I watch as he opens it, and pulls out a few magazines of a format I'm not familiar with but still recognize immediately.  "Hentai?  You're giving me porn?"

"Only the best porn, man.  I've had a collection sitting around for a while and thought you could use it."

I sigh, making a gesture of looking to the side of the room.  "Even if I could use it, I don't really need it.  Look, Hanako's coming over soon and I don't want... any of this here.  Somehow, I don't think she'd appreciate it."

Kenji points a finger upwards.  "That's just it!  You're getting too close to her too quick, man.  She might look gentle, but she's as potentially dangerous as they come.  You need to back off, take your mind away and focus it on something else once in a while.  Like porn."

I rub my face over with my palm.  "Porn, especially hentai of..." I pick up a manga at the top, and groan as I throw it back, not bothering to describe the content, "...hentai of any kind, really isn't a solution for that."

"I think you should give it a chance, man.  I paid good money for some of these, you know, this isn't some cheap offering I'm throwing-"

Kenji is about to offer his view, but visibly jumps at a slow, gentle knock on the door behind him.  I reluctantly but quickly help him to arrange the magazines back into the box before I move to greet Hanako, whose knock I've already memorized.

As I smile at her and see her return it, Kenji attempts to stealthily slip past our side, failing, and bumping into both of us as he goes.

His door slams closed and locks click into place.  I dust myself off as I catch Hanako's perturbed expression.  "Sorry about that, Hanako, Kenji's... in a hurry today.  Busy guy as always."

She passes it off with a nod.  "I-it's okay."

I step back and offer her to come in, and she does, taking her usual quick look around before sitting near the foot of my bed.  I grab some notes from class I'd been sorting out recently and take a seat next to her.

We're only about a minute into comparing our notes when I realize we need a book from class for reference to them.  I give Hanako a soft pat on the shoulder as I get up.  "Hang on, I'll stop by the classroom and see if Mutou's still hanging around."

As I walk the halls of Yamaku floor 2, I can see the lights on through the door's window as I approach.  I ask about getting the literature, and endure a short, rehearsed comment from Mutou about borrowing school property.  I get the needed book and promise to bring it back in class tomorrow.

I come back to my dorm room and knock before coming in.  The first thing I notice is Hanako jumping up in surprise, not unlike Kenji had done earlier.  Her face shoots toward mine immediately, her eyes wide open.

My mouth hangs open a little.  "It's... just me, Hanako."

She nods quickly.  "R-right.  I know."

"Well, you look like you've seen a ghost.  Is everything all right?"

She repeats the nod.  "Y-yeah.  Yes.  It's all right."

I present the book to her and then sit down, relieved to hear her confirmation.  But, as we resume the refining of our notes, she still doesn't seem all right.  There's shaking in her movements, and she's only glancing at me on occasion, avoiding my eyes when they meet with hers.  It's similar to how she would act when we were first getting to know each other, and it really irks me for that reason.  I hope she didn't just have another flash of anxiety or anything while I was gone.  I decide that it's best for now to just continue with our work, double-checking formulae and getting scientific facts straight, same as we've done together a couple of times a week for months.

As the work wraps up, we cleanly switch to casual chat, just enjoying the words from one another.

I make a shrug.  "Well, I tried calling Misha's phone and got no response, so I don't have any idea where either of them would be."

Hanako shakes her head and gestures towards my window.  "No, I saw them, b-before I came here, at the Shanghai."  She flashes a partial grin at me.  "I think they were just skipping class today."

My eyebrows raise.  "Is that right?  Looks like you managed to catch 'em in the act, then.  So, what did you do?"

"I d-didn't go in.  I left... back here to meet with you."

"Ah, I see.  You know, you should've went in there and scolded them, it would serve them right."

Hanako giggles with a smile, well aware that I'm teasing her at this point.  "Maybe I will, next time."

I smile in response, and then reach over to gather all of my papers back together.  As I do, I'm blindsided by a soft kiss on the cheek.  I'm taken aback by the sudden surprise, but return it with a full kiss on her lips.

Hanako doesn't pull back, scooting a little closer to me.  The kiss doesn't part, it keeps going, changing shape and feeling from moment to moment, involving two participants who are still new to the activity.  We've kissed each other a few times in the past, but for the first time, this is looking to be a full-blown make-out session.

Our bodies move in closer, our arms wrapping around each other.  Just as I'm losing track of time, Hanako pulls away from me and readjusts herself, sitting on my lap, looking down at me.

"Hisao, I love you."

"I know.  I love you too, Hanako."

She remains still for a few moments, her hands brushing against each other.  The expression on her face shows deep thought, as well as an insistence to keep her eyes on me.

Her mouth breathes out a couple of words barely within my range of hearing.  "L-lay down."

As I'm considering why she just said that, she presses her palms onto my shoulders.  She's not pushing very hard, but firmly enough to get her point across.  I let my propped elbows slide on the bedsheets, settling down comfortably, looking up at Hanako.

She's slid off of my lap, but is fiddling with something in her own, which I soon see as the latch on her skirt, made clear as she slides the whole garment down her legs, letting it fall to the floor next to the bed, accentuated by a knocking sound of her shoes slipping off.

Her intent is obvious now, but it doesn't escape me that she's going at this pretty quickly.  I can't complain, but also can't help but think just what's gotten into her.

I sit up a little and put a hand on her hip, deciding to ask her directly.  "Hanako, what are you doing?"

She doesn't hesitate in the removal of the entirety of her undergarments as she responds.  "D-don't worry, just lay down like I t-told you to."

"Okay," I answer, laying back again.  Part of me wants to keep watching her strip, but I'd better go with what she says.  Chances are, she noticed my staring, and just wants my eyes away from her own range of sight.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath, realizing just now that, in my current position, the cause of the tightness in my pants is probably quite visible to her.  I start to wonder if she's the one staring, though she wasn't looking in my direction the last time I saw.

I can feel pressure on the bed to both sides of me.  I assume Hanako must be resuming her position on top of me.  I open my eyes, and find out that I had it entirely backwards.

Her entire backside is exposed and right above me, blocking my view.  I feel her repositioning her lower legs below my arms, watching her hips sway left and right as she does.  I pick up her scent, closer and stronger than I have before.

I'm speechless and don't know what to do.  Only one thought is blaring in my mind.

'Holy crap.'

I don't have any time to formulate a word.  Hanako's hips lower, entirely darkening my vision and most means of breathing.  And then she presses, harder and harder.  It feels like she's pushing her entire weight on my face.  At this rate, it's more like sitting than anything else.

Besides being shamefully aroused at this, I'm also highly disoriented.  I can feel an inviting warmth and wetness near my chin, but I couldn't say where exactly any other part of my face was buried.  I wonder if she was even aiming for something or, as I'm having little doubt about now, simply sitting on me.

I open my mouth as wide as I can, partially for air, partially to get a taste of what she's squishing against me.  My tongue finds what I'm seeking.

I can feel her whole body shake.  She moans, her hands gripping my wrists.  Her hips are sliding up and down, making it more difficult for me to keep up.

She loses her balance a bit on me while she grabs at my pants.  Despite not being able to see, I try to reach down to help her.  She brushes my hand away with one of hers, continuing to fumble with my zipper using the other.

In anticipation, I breathe a little harder.  Doing so makes me feel like I need fresh oxygen even more.  Too much.  With no way to tell her, I sway my hips and groan loudly, hoping she gets the message.

After a rather forceful grind forward with her hips, she answers.  "Y-you really do like it.  I thought you would."  I notice a caustic tone to her voice, as well as the realization that she's not going to stop, as she finishes working my pants and underwear down.  "P-pervert."

I can't believe it.  Whatever kind of act this is, she's getting into it.  She's really enjoying this.

I feel happy about that, really, but I could die here.

Choked and crushed to death by the nether regions of my cute, sweet, and shy girlfriend.  There are worse ways to go...

No, shut up Hisao.  What the hell am I thinking?

By my luck, as I'm about to throw Hanako right off of me for dear life, she bends forward sharply.  Thanks to this position, not only can I now feel her breath on my crotch and her fingers touching around hesitantly, but my nose is starting to poke right into her own sensitive area.  Last but not least, I can breathe now, my mouth gaping open and taking in sweet air.

It's as I blow air out heavily that Hanako tenses up, shivering, cooing out labored moans as a result.  I join into the noise as I feel the tiny soft pads of her fingers wrapping around me.  She's manipulating her hands more than awkwardly, but it still feels like heaven.

Hanako continues to move her hips on my face.  I continue to move my hips in response to her touch.  The movement is regular, but the pace is increasing.

Hanako seems to gauge my reactions to her playing with me down there, getting more dextrous and quicker as she goes.

She has to have the softest hands in the universe.  I can't hold it in any longer.

Aimless and blind.  The incredible sensation leaves me feeling too good to care.

Almost immediately after, Hanako drops her hips on me with an audible thump.  She lets out a loud cry that she couldn't hope to stifle if she tried.  Her scent and taste reaches its peak, washing me in her passion.

We both stay still for a moment, savoring the feeling, before Hanako peels herself off of me.

After taking a moment to breathe and lick my lips, I sit up and look over at Hanako.  She's looking right back at me.  Her face is beet red and she's shaking a little.  I glance down a little lower for a moment, and take what I see with some shock.  It reached all the way to her chest?  I'm a bit impressed at myself for that, but my shame overshadows the feeling.  I've really made a mess on her.

"Hang on, Hanako."  Not wasting time with asking what's wrong, I get up and locate a bath towel in my drawer.  I hand it to her, and she wordlessly begins to wipe off the excess.

Note to self, wash towel before tomorrow morning.

I locate my lost garments and re-clothe my lower half.  Hanako follows suit soon after.

With no words spoken between us in the recent minutes, I decide to break the silence.  "Hanako... what... was that?"

Hanako looks to her left, then her right, stopping there.  "Umm... I... d-did you like it?"

"Well, yeah, I did.  It's definitely not something I ever imagined.  A little surprising though, and sudden."

Hanako looks back at me now.  Her face still shows shame and embarrasment, at least as much as mine, but her eyebrows are raised.  "N-never imagined?"  A smile grows on her face.  "Hisao, y-you don't have to hide it."

"Hide what?"

"I f-found your hentai.  The one with women s-sitting on men and controlling them.  It seemed really weird but I thought it might be fun to try."

Goddammit.  Kenji, what the hell did you end up doing?  Telling me I need space from my girlfriend, and then unwittingly getting her to pin down and dominate me on our second time having sex.  I think even Kenji might laugh at the irony.

Okay, calm down, Hisao.  Think.  She's waiting for a response.  Something like 'my friend accidentally left that over here when he was trying to give me porn' probably wouldn't be the best.

She thinks I like it.  Well, despite the circumstances, it's true.  I did like it.  With her, at least.

Hanako gives me a soft shove on the shoulder.  "S-so what'd you think, b-bug?"

Her expression, still lingering from before, belie her strong words and tone.  And I have no idea why a word like 'bug' seemed like a good one to her.  But dammit, she's just too cute at this moment.

This isn't so bad.  Maybe I can just roll with it.

"Yeah, Hanako, you got me.  Heh.  Uh... where'd you find it?"

Hanako leans down and pats at the bottom of the bed.  "Right over here.  I think you f-forgot to hide it."

"Ah, silly me."  I rub the back of my head, ignoring the cliche of the gesture.  "So, uh... did you like it?"

"I-I... yeah, I did.  I was... k-kinda worried I would hurt you.  But it was a rush."  She scoots close to me, idly rubbing my chest while looking up at me.  "I didn't... h-hurt you, did I?"

I laugh aloud before quickly pausing to answer her.  "No, I'm fine.  I feel great.  Thank you, Hanako."

I bring my arms around her, pulling her in gently.  She leans in even closer.

"I love you, Hanako."

"I love you too, Hisao."

First thing after Hanako leaves, I must find that manga.  I have half the urge to nail the second-to-last page of that thing to Kenji's door.