“Nah, man, eye-beams are where it's at.”
“I still say telekinesis would be the best super-power. It just has the most practicality, you can levitate and pick things up without touching them. There's just so much exploitability(is that even a word?) there.”
“I'm telling you, dude, eye-beams would totally trash telekinesis any day.”
Here I am with Kenji on another Saturday night, a bottle of whiskey between us. I don't know what time it is, but the moon is awfully bright tonight, and somehow Kenji and I have wound up in an argument over what the best super power is.
“You ever read the X-Men?”
“Yeah, who ha-”
“Stop yelling, dude, you're hurting my ears.” Kenji hisses out in the middle of my sentence.
“I wasn't yelling.”
“Yeah you were, bro. Just, just, shut up for a second.”
“Alright, what about the X-Men?” I whisper back.
“You're still yelling, d-”
“X-MEN.”
“Oh, shit, yeah. Alright, you remember Cyclops?”
“Yeah, Scott Summers I think. What about him?”
“He had eye beams and he fucked shit up left and right.”
I look at him blankly for a few seconds.
“Yeah, Cyclops was a badass, but I still say telekinesis would be better.”
“On what grounds, man? I don't remember telekinetics ever wrecking any Sentinels' shit. I don't remember telekinetics leading the X-Men in their many battles against Magneto.”
I'm not even gonna try to tell him how wrong that is.
“Well Jean Grey was telekinetic, and guess who killed Cyclops?”
A completely bullshit argument, but Kenji still stares at me in a druken stupor for what feels like an eternity.
“I fucking hate you, man.” he yells out before slumping backwards onto the blanket he laid out before our enjoyment of the liquid pleasure.
We continue to bicker over the best super power, at one point debating over whether Jubilee was more useless than cartoon Rogue, so engrossed in the trivial argument that we don't even notice when a certain tomboy sneaks in and takes a seat next to us.
Kenji ignores her presence, but I'm not quite drunk enough to go without noticing.
“And just what brings you up 'ere on this fiiiiiiine night?”
She grins at this statement for some reason. I don't remember making a joke, so I think she's laughing at my drunken slurs. I try to chuckle along with her, but I'm a little too focused on the fact that the room is spinning.
“Can't get to sleep. Figured I'd come up and see what you cool cats are up to.”
Kenji rambles on into the night, too intoxicated to be bothered by the fact that a woman has joined us.
“You two know that it's like, three in the morning, right?”
“Yeah, and?”
“Do you two do this every Saturday night?” she asks.
Kenji stops for a few seconds to answer, “Yeah, pretty much,” before dashing back into 'insane rambling' mode again.
“And just what is this, might I ask?” Miki asks, holding the brown bottle of Jack up to her eye. It's only filled up to about a quarter -- I'm surprised there's even that much. Normally we both demolish the entire thing in about an hour.
“It's whiskey. I've had my fair share, and I think Kenji's done for the night too; go ahead and help yourself.” I answer with a chuckle.
“Don't mind if I do!” she returns before tilting the bottle into her mouth.
Wasn't expecting that, although I can't say I'm surprised.
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“Hishao, whaddya mean telekinesish? Super-speed is sho much more...”
“That's what I told him, man! You just can't go wrong with the optic b-”
“Shtop right there, the Flash could kick Cyclops' ass any day~~~.”
Kenji glares at her for a few moments, I almost think his eyes are bloodshot behind those thick glasses.
Wait, Quicksilver had the exact same power, and I can remember at least one time where...
“...Yeah, the Flash is cool too.” Kenji concedes.
Miki laughs for a while, cutting herself off with a drunken -hic-.
I slump forward, struggling to keep my eyes open as my head spins wildly.
Well, no, it could just be that I've become a center of gravity and the entire environment is spinning around me, but I still have enough sense to doubt that.
In any case, Kenji has resigned himself to the corner with the picnic blanket wrapped around himself, curled up and already quieted by sleep. Whether or not he passed out and just went to sleep I don't know, but at any rate; he's finally quiet. Now it's just me and this girl that I've only been friends with for a few weeks out here.
Miki lets out a sigh as she leans against the fence, her dark hair swaying in the night breeze. She reaches up and pulls her tie apart before undoing the top three buttons, releasing her cleavage. If I focus I can almost see the outline of the pink lace on her bra.
“Now that I think about it, why do you wear the guy's uniform?” I ask.
She looks over at me, blinking a few times as if to get the focus back into her eyes.
“The girls' uniform is just shooooooo tight~~~.” she half-answers, half-complains.
“What do you mean?”
“I need some breathing room” she answers. “It doesn't help that they didn't have anything big enough for these stupid thingsh~~.”
She crosses her arms and uses them to support her rather sizable bosom, squeezing her belly to make them stick out more. With my self-control replaced by vast amounts of alcohol, I'm left gawking at her chest.
"Geeeez, I wish I could give 'em to someone who wants them."
She notices my gaze and changes her mind, a hint of red overlapping her already flushed complexion.
"I don' wanna be flat, I jusht want something more...manageable." she groans.
My brain fails to process everything the just said, with all of my focus being dedicated to the soft line between her breasts. Maybe something about wanting a smaller bust, which, as a guy, I can't even begin to understand.
“What are you staring at, Hishao?”
Crap. Uh...I avert my gaze back to her eyes.
“Nothing?”
“Nothing? You think thish is nothing?”
She undoes the next button, revealing even more of her cleavage and showing off the swirling pattern on her lacy, pink underwear. It is rather extravagant for a girl like her; I was expecting an undershirt or at least a sports bra.
I check myself and shake my head back and forth, unable to think of a coherent answer.
“Don't worry about it, I'm used to it~~~.”
"I guess one of us is glad they're sho big~." she chimes as she raises both arms to the sky in a stretch, her chest pushed out and practically begging for the next button to snap. I think can understand why she hates the girls' uniform, since even the guy's can barely hold her back. Like wearing a pair of pants that you can barely fit into, and then having to make it worse by keeping it buttoned and wearing a belt.
Maybe that's why girls show cleavage. Not to be more attractive, but because it's more comfortable to let it hang out?
Why am I even thinking about this?
A lazy yawn rolls out of her mouth and she crawls over, pretty much falling onto me, head against shoulder. Our cheeks connect as she rubs her face against mine, apparently convinced that I'm a large teddy bear of some sort. The fact that she's got her arms wrapped around me as if to squeeze me like a stuffed animal doesn't help.
“Why are you sho waaaaarm?!” she cries out, her body snuggling against mine. A certain part of her torso rubs against mine, creating a soft and strangely satisfying sensation.
They're like big, warm marshmallows.
I guess Miki is the kind of girl that gets overly friendly when they're intoxicated, because she's now struggling to sit in my lap, which doesn't work too well since we're about the same height. All she really manages to do is push me onto my back and lay on me, her head against my belly.
“Hishaoooooo, what's this?”
The bulge in my trousers sits ever-so-snugly between the lumps of joy on her chest. My head hurts a little too much to make a big deal about it, so I just play it cool.
“Oh, uh...Nothing?”
Master of cool.
However, the next thing that happens far exceeds what I was expecting. A smirk emerges on her face as she sits up and rests her palm on a certain part of me, sending warm chills up and down my body as her hand shifts up and down.
“Nothing? You think this ish nothing?”
“Miki?! What are you- ahhhhhh~.”
“You need more confidence, Hishao.”
“Should...Should we really be doing these kinds of things?!
She unbuttons my trousers and pulls the zipper down before grabbing the waistline and wrestling them off of me with her good hand, licking her lips as she eyes my boxers.
“We're a guy and a girl alone on the rooftop, we're both drunk, and it's three o' clock at night. There's more reasons to try than not to."
That's an awfully provocative thing to say to an intoxicated male, especially coming from a girl like her. It's not that I don't want to, it's just...here? Now?
"C'mooooooon~. Who better than a friend?”
"It's because we're just friends that I'm having second thoughts..." I answer, averting my gaze from her dark eyes.
"Friendsh experiment like this all the time~!" she replies.
Experiment? So now I'm like her science project or something?
She winks and throws my pants to the side, not even bothering to wait for an answer.
“Well, you've got a point, but don't you think it'd be better if w-mmmmmmm.”
My sentence is interrupted as her lips smack against mine, our bodies pressing together as she wraps herself around me.
“It's only my first time, but don't you think a guy should be happier that he gets such a cute girl?” she whispers before going back in.
You know, she has a point -- not like I'll remember any of this in the morning anyway. I let my lips settle into hers, embracing the soft, warm skin rubbing against me.
“Shexy too." she adds on with another wink.
Say what you want about how cheesy this all is, but I'm not going to deny that Miki is certainly top-tier in the looks department. It doesn't help that she has the perfect personality to go with it; I'm surprised she doesn't already have a boyfriend.
"Or would you rather figure these things out with four-eyes over there?” she continues before sticking her tongue out at me.
I answer her absurd suggestion with a blank stare and another kiss. She giggles and smiles into my lips, straddling my lower half and eventually causing us to fall back against the concrete floor of the roof.
"see, just let yourself go~~~." she comments, giggling.
“Ow...” I say aloud, rubbing the back of my head.
She sits up, our precious places rubbing past one another through the two layers of underwear as she scoots into a rather arousing position. I can practically feel her warmth through what's left of my clothes.
“Aren't you glad I'm a girl?” she whispers as she undoes the buttons of my shirt, exposing my scar. Her hand glides across my chest as our hips grind together in anticipation, soft moans slithering out of her throat with the motions.
I try to find comfort on the cement as I watch her entire body undulate back and forth, only becoming more aroused as she finds a sweet spot. She clenches part of my shirt as she rocks to and fro, biting her lip in pleasure.
There's nothing I can do except go with it, which I do without argument. My hands climb up and down her body, exploring just how far I'm allowed to go. My fingers creep up the smooth skin of her legs, stopping just before her skirt and gauging her reaction as they slither up beneath the cloth.
She shoots me an expectant glance as my hands crawl farther and farther, but ultimately I chicken out before reaching the prize inside. Instead I let my hands caress her, toned waist, my mind reveling in awe as I feel just how slim she really is.
Just above my hands lies the pink lacy texture of her bra, the graciously sized delicacies inside jiggling to and fro with our movements. Before I can think twice, I find my hands moving instinctively toward her chest, undoing the last buttons of her shirt on the way.
She lets the shirt fall from her arms, laughing as my jaw drops and my eyes gloss over her torso. Those narrow shoulders, plump breasts, thin waist and smooth belly all blend together and lead into a pair of perfectly enticing hips, making my mind overflow with lust.
One hand rests on her waist as the other slithers upwards, on a quest to claim the treasures above. She moans in anticipation as my finger inches upward, tracing the faint indentation down the middle of her belly all the way up to her chest.
I cautiously poke her breast, still unsure of how far I'm allowed to go. Miki, however, clears that right up by grabbing my wrist and planting my palm on her supple chest, smiling and biting her lip as I squeeze without even thinking about it.
“Mmmm, why are you holding back sho much? You've already got my shirt off~.”
I let my hand sink into her, savoring the sensation of her bust filling the gaps between my fingers. She moans and sighs against my touch as I caress and massage her luscious skin.
My mind spins and throbs as I'm washed away in lust, her haggard breaths filling the silence of the night and drilling into my ears, exacerbating my libido.
I sit up and reach my hands around her back, struggling to undo the clasps on her bra. Eventually it unhooks and I'm pushed back into the ground, soon welcomed to the heavenly sight above me, the fullness of her bust quivering with her breath.
“Ooooooh, topless now, let's see if you can keep it up~!” Miki purrs, her hand planted on my belly.
I reach up and embrace both her her breasts, massaging them within my outstretched hands, sharp breaths and sighs emanating from her mouth as I pinch and tweak her nipples.
“How's that?” I ask with a perverse grin.
“Mmmm, I think you're a little too good for this to be your first time...”
“Yeah, I could say the same to you.” I grunt out between moans as she nudges her hips against me with more vigor, her mind flooded with lustful intent just as much as mine. Maybe even moreso.
“Ohhhhh really now? I'm glad~.”
She stops and dismounts to pull my boxers off, leaving me jutting out into the open. It's been dampened by Miki's and my own pre-sex fluids, which leaves it all the more susceptible to the brisk night air. I can't help but sit up and scoot over towards the fence, brushing the bits of gravel from my back.
However, the cold sensation around my lower half is quickly wiped from my mind as I notice Miki bending over and pulling a pair of pink panties out from under her skirt, a pair of black spats already thrown to the side and her round bottom within my sight for a precious few seconds.
She strides over and sits on my lap, a certain part of me snuggled against her soft rear.
“Don't you think its time for the main course?” she asks from over her shoulder.
“You'd still do it even if I said no.” I reply with a chuckle.
“Right you are~.” she returns.
She rises to her knees and shuffles backwards, that dreamy spot between her legs positioned over my hips. She's opted to leave her skirt on, which for some reason arouses me even more.
“Time to dig in~.” she purrs as she lowers herself onto me.
We both let out a heavy sigh as I penetrate into her, our heat pooling together as she tightens and squeezes around me, resulting in a pleasurable sensation unmatched by anything I've ever felt.
"B...B..." she gasps as her fingers grip my knee, her form quivering as every inch throbs inside of her.
"It's bigger than I...thought it'd be..." she hisses through clenched teeth, wincing with a mixture of pain and surprise.
Despite the initial shock, it doesn't take long to sink into a steady rhythm, with Miki bouncing up and down while my hips buck into her, my hands exploring the space under her skirt.
Miki's head rears back from the pleasure, all self-control gone as she lets out a stream of moans and gasps. Her breasts jiggle each time our hips slam into one another, making me want to play with them all the more.
I relax into the fence, content that the chain-links can't feel worse than the solid concrete. My fingers sink into her smooth flesh, trying to tether myself to reality as my senses overload with a dreamlike bliss.
From the sight of her fit and toned figure bucking up and down, to the smell of her dark hair, to the labored sounds sauntering from her throat as our privates mingle together. Every part of her swims through my mind, enticing my basest desires as our bodies mingle together.
I keep one hand on her thigh and let the other wander across her sweat-glazed body, feeling, caressing, savoring all of her soft, dark skin. I pull her back into my chest and rest my chin on her shoulder, to which she raises her arms and tries to wrap them around me.
Her breast gives way to my touch, a gasp of pleasure sounding into the night sky as I play with her excited nipple. Her moans getting longer and deeper with each passing breath, the moments blending together as my thoughts race with ecstasy.
She leans forward and grips my knee, raising and lowering her hips with more energy. I admire her figure as she slides up and down, my hands finding their way to her rear. I can't help but squeeze her luscious bottom, biting my lip as I push into her harder and harder.
I almost reach climax until she stops and repositions herself again, leaning back into me with her chest rising and falling in exhaustion. I wrap my arms around her waist and let her continue, digging my heels into the ground to dive into her each time her hips fall.
The naughty sounds resulting from each repeated thrust mix with the unintelligible string of moans and expletives rolling out of her mouth. I keep my arms around her waist and force myself into her velvety insides, unable to control my desires much longer
“Miki, I'm about to-”
“Yeah, me too.” she replies without skipping a beat.
We go at it for a few more precious seconds before Miki dismounts and goes back to grinding, the slickness between her legs leaking into my lap as our privates slide past one another. I lean back into the fence and let myself go as she finishes, her head rearing back and a loud, ecstatic moan ringing into the night sky.
Every muscle in my body stiffens up and relaxes in an instant as I explode against her warmth, resulting in a sticky mess on her thighs and the inside of her skirt.
Content that she's had her fill, she lays back into me, our chests heaving in labored breaths as we recover.
“Aren't you glad you met me, Hisao?” she purrs into my ear.
“About as happy as I am about the fact that Kenji didn't wake up through any of that.”
She lets out an exhausted giggle and relaxes against me, already half-asleep.
I think of waking her back up to get dressed so Kenji isn't suspicious of anything in the morning, but I doubt he'll wake up before us. Even if he does, I don't think he'll be able to make out why we're against the fence naked, especially since he'll be hungover.
"That was amazing, by the way." she sighs, nuzzling against me.
"Yeah, it was. Way better than I was expecting."
"Ohhh? Think we could do it again some time?" Miki whispers.
"I'm open tomorrow morning." I answer half-jokingly.
"Oh c'mon, not that soon, gaylord." she retorts.
We both let out a tired chuckle.
"Maybe tomorrow afternoon."
"Same place?" I ask.
"Hells no. Suzu's gonna have to put up with some noise." she answers with a grin.
An even louder bout of laughter is had before we sink into rest, my alcohol-addled mind unable to acknowledge whether or not we're actually going to hook up tomorrow.
"Hey, Hisao." Miki murmurs.
"Hm?"
"Do you..."
She pauses for a moment to choose the right words.
"Do you think I'm a slut?"
Wait, what?
"What do you mean by that?"
"I came up here, got drunk with two guys, and then did...that with one of them...Wouldn't that make me seem easy? It was my first time too, I would've..."
I can see where she's coming from, but...I don't think so. If anything, I'm not just 'some guy', we've become really good friends over the past few months. I do harbor some feelings for her, and maybe what could be considered an aspiration to be 'more than friends', if that's any consolation.
"Of course not." I answer.
"Do you really think that, or are you jusht trying to comfort me?" she comments.
"Yeah, I really think that."
Instead of arguing further or even asking for my reasoning, she lets out a sigh and lays back, wrapping one arm around my shoulder.
"I still would've preferred my first time to be with my boyfriend..." she comments in a nonchalant manner.
"That can be arranged." I answer without even thinking.
"Oh? And howso?" she asks, that playful grin emerging through her drunken demeanor.
"Well, for all intents and purposes, we could say what just happened was more than two friends experimenting on the rooftop."
A hearty laugh escapes her throat and echoes through the night sky.
"Well aren't you just Mr. Smooth?" she answers.
"I try."
Her dark eyes lock into mine as she lets out a cute giggle.
"I 'preciate the offer, but I think I'm gonna stay away from the relationships for now. Too much hassle, call me a hypocrite." she replies.
"Suit yourself. You know where I'll be."
She sighs as if regretting what she just said and snuggles up to me more, the warmth of her skin pooling against mine and making the night air a little more bearable.
"So what about now?" I ask.
"What about now? We're shupposed to fall asleep half-naked after that, right?" she replies.
"Well of course I wanna go to sleep, but maybe there's a better place than a concrete roof. Besides, what happens when Kenji wakes up before us?"
"Ooooh, is that an invitation?" she croons.
"Maybe it is, maybe it isn't. I'm just saying that a bed is better than this crap here." I reply, patting the concrete.
"I might jus' have to take you up on that, relationship or no."
My legs wobble as I rise onto my feet, nearly giving out and falling back down as I pull Miki up to my level. Not daring to risk being seen sneaking back to my room like this, we put on most of our clothes, with Miki for some reason opting not to wear anything under her skirt.
The stairs are a bit of a challenge for someone with about a pint of whiskey in them, but I guess they have handrails for a reason. My room is less of a challenge, being on home turf, and soon we both lie in a warm, cozy bed with the door locked behind us.
We slur our good-nights in a mixture of befuddlement and exhaustion before being swallowed up by the cloak of night.
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Slam slam slam.
No, I'm not getting up.
Slam slam.
God damnit, I don't care, go away.
Slam slam slam slam slam slam slam slam slam slam-
"What?!" I yell into the hall as I rip the door open.
"Dude, what the hell, you left me up there by myself!" Kenji yells, holding himself steady against the wall as he grips one side of his head.
"I did? I remember telling you I was heading back out." I argue, knowing full well that it's not even a well thought-out lie.
"You did? Shit, how much did I drink?"
"A lot." I answer.
"Damn. Is that more than my normal 'a lot' or just 'a lot'?"
"Who knows."
"Shit. Well that was actually the last of my stash, so you're gonna have to split the cost if you wanna get going again."
"And how are we even going to get it? Neither of us looks old enough."
"Methods. I have methods. And a fake beard."
I give him a flat glare before glancing back to the patch of dark hair hanging off the side of my bed.
"Maybe later. I think I'm gonna cut the alcohol for a while."
"Killjoy." Kenji groans before slithering back into his room, the normal series of locks only clicking through half of its usual process.
I close the door and firmly lock it before sliding back into bed myself. Miki cuddles up to my form as if to keep me from escaping again, not that I'd try.
She talks in her sleep, mostly inarticulate mumbling save for a few gems, like "Suzu...what are ya gonna do with that cream~..."
I can't help but think that this isn't the last time I'll be waking up to this.
I'm totally okay with that.