Miki Scene 3 - Dinner for 4

“Here, try this one on!” Miki says as she thrusts yet another article of clothing at me.

I slide my arms into the black vest and look at my reflection in a nearby mirror. It's pretty nice, but at 4,500 yen, I'm gonna want something that comes past my belly.

“Ooooh Hisao, you stylin'.” Miki comments with a bit of sarcasm as she looks into the mirror from behind me, hand on my shoulder.

“Eh, no, it's cut off too short.” I reply as I unbutton the garment and slide it back onto its hanger.

“You stress about clothes more than a girl, I swear.” she states with a chuckle.

“Well if I'm gonna spend 20,000 yen on a suit, it had better look good!” I retort.

I flip through the rack of assorted vests, trying to think of which one would look good with the jacket I've already picked out. Miki quietly groans in disapproval each time I take one off, look at it, and put it back into the row.

“Everything we've tried looks good on you, and it's a dinner date anyway.” she chides.

“I'm gonna be using this suit for more than just the date, you know.”

“I picked my dress out in 15 minutes, the time it took you to find a pair of pants that fit.” she answers.

“Seriously, pants aren't THAT important.” she continues as she lifts up her skirt and shows off the pair of black spats underneath her miniskirt. It'd be a lie to say that they don't make her thighs look incredibly enticing, and they go well with her black tank-top, which wraps around her slim figure just enough to show off the contours of her torso.

But I digress.

“They are when I'm spending 5,000 yen on them. Also, please stop doing that, shouldn't a lady have a bit more decency in public?” I return.

“They're just bike shorts. I could've gone without the skirt if I wanted, I just like to tease you.” she says with a wink.

She drops the cloth of her green, pleated skirt and straightens it out before walking to a different part of the store in a confident stride.

“Well in any case, a dress is one article of clothing, a man's suit is at least five. Give me a break.”

“I would, but you'd probably change your mind on what color the vest should be.” she calls back as she disappears into an aisle of swimwear.

So I'm choosy about my expensive clothing, sue me. Let's also consider the fact that Dad only sent me 25,000 yen to spend on these kinds of clothes, so I need to use it wisely.

I continue sorting through the racks and aisles until I've finally assembled a pair of pants, a jacket, a vest, and a dress shirt. All that's left is...

“Hey, Hisao, come tell me what you think about this!” Miki yells from a row of dressing rooms.

Alright, I guess the tie will come later.

Miki pokes her head out from around one of the white doors, beckoning me over. A hand reaches out and pulls me in, guiding me over to the small bench at the end of the small cubicle where her previous set of clothes lay in a pile.

Inside, Miki poses in a rather skimpy yellow bikini with white bordering, her long legs and toned midsection completely exposed. Tiny white ties hug her hips, while a layer of thin cloth keeps her ample bosom afloat. Judging by how it seems to dig into her flesh, and how her breasts are on the verge of popping out, the top must be at least a size too small.

“So?” she asks whilst posing, both arms behind her head and one knee bent in.

“It's...showy.” I answer as calmly as I can, trying to keep ahold of myself.

“Showy? That's all you can think of?” She asks as she crosses her arms and leans forward, her ample cleavage shaking with her sudden movements.

“Showy certainly seems accurate enough when you're wearing a top that's way too small for your chest.”

“I'm a 34D, and this is marked for a C. It isn't THAT bad.”

The concept of bra sizes isn't entirely clear to me, but I'm certain that her underwear is sized in DD, instead of D. Why she would play down this fact when her large breasts are one of her bragging points confuses even me.

“I'd rather you find something that doesn't run the risk of exposing everything for the people around.”

“Ohhhh? So you want to be the only one that gets to look at my boobs?” she asks with a wink.

“Well I am your boyfriend, I think that's reasonable enough...” I argue.

“Heh, actually, they didn't have anything in my size, but I really like this one.” she confesses.

I sigh heavily.

“I'll only wear it for you~~” she says in a singsong voice.

“Fine,” I concede, “what do you want me to say about it?”

“Something like 'sexy' would've worked...”

She turns around with her arms still crossed, silently pouting. Her hips sway back and forth as she paces away, the thin yellow cloth stretched taut across her curvy rear.

“I thought you hated tight, constricting clothes like that.”

“Most of the time, yeah. There's just some things that are worth making exceptions for.” she replies as she squeezes her arms together and bends over in the mirror, apparently trying to see just how much cleavage its possible to show off without her breasts simply falling out. I assume that she crosses that line when she scrambles around with her chest trying to get the top back on.

“At least it covers your big butt.” I poke at her with a light chuckle.

“Is that going to be a problem?” she asks from over her shoulder.

She stands up straight and arches her back, arms raised, before wiggling her hips side to side, which has the effect of showing off the most curvy part of her body.

“...Not really.” I retort.

“Of course it won't, you love my big butt.” she replies before sticking her tongue out.

Miki struts around and poses in the mirror while looking at herself from numerous angles, occasionally adjusting the swimsuit as she sees fit. She bounces and jiggles with each sudden movement, and the yellow cloth seems so tightly woven around her that it might snap off at any second.

“So do you think I'm sexy, Hisao?” she asks while stuck in a more provocative pose, her arms behind her head as she thrusts her chest forward toward the mirror.

“Yes, Miki, you are incredibly sexy.” I answer as I lean back, shaking my head.

“I'm glad you agree.” she replies before turning around and reaching back to undo the ties keeping her top on.

“Do you want to watch me change or should I let you go?” she asks with an almost inviting smirk.

“As much as I'd like to, I'm gonna have to turn you down on this one.” I say as I stand up and walk back into the store.

“Awwww, I had an act planned and everything.” she replies as she pulls the skimpy yellow top off.

I close the door behind me, sneaking a shameless glance as she lets the bottoms fall to the ground, and walk back over to the long rack of ties, long and short, wide and narrow.

I pick out a dark blue tie, matching the color of Miki's dress, and pay for my new clothes. Within minutes, Miki walks up to me with two white bags, one small and one body-length. I join her at the entrance of the store after a bit with four more, slinging our bags over our shoulders as we walk out the revolving doors of the mall.

“So, got everything squared away?” she asks as we step onto the bus.

“Yeah, that's about it. I'm probably gonna regret not going with the flat-front pants later on though.”

“Oh please, what difference does it make?” she retorts.

“The flat-fronts just look cleaner than the pleated slacks. It's simple fact.”

“I don't get how men make such a big deal over business wear. I'd be fine with something that's comfortable.”

“Well I guess you wouldn't wear a suit at all then.” I sigh.

“Yeah, you're probably right.” she replies.

“Not like it matters, since you're one of the lucky people who looks good in anything.” I mumble.

“D'awww, that's so sweet.” she chimes.

“Though going off of how short your skirt is, it seems like you'd go without clothes completely if you could.”

Seriously, the thing is only long enough to cover up her thighs.

“Mmmm...I wouldn't go that far.” she says as she lifts her skirt again.

My eyes instinctively slide down her slim body to look up her skirt. However, there aren't any bike-shorts this time – It's a pair of amethyst-purple panties, complete with lacy border.

“Miki, you forgot something.” I comment without hesitation.

She drops the layer of cloth and starts feeling around her legs, her face bathed in a light crimson as she realizes that she left her spats back at the store, only becoming more flustered as she sees that the other passengers have noticed her predicament.

“Eep.”

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Miki paces in and throws her two bags on the back of a sofa, her arms reaching to the ceiling in a stretch as I close the door behind me and look around the room.

It's a rather small house, which is to be expected for being smack in the middle of the city, but it's pretty nice. Hardwood flooring, drywall, all with a neutral color scheme. A long couch sits in front of a flat-screen TV, a coffee table separating the two. At the other end of the room is a sliding glass door that leads onto the back patio.

“I've never been to your house before.” I comment.

“Because I've never invited you.” she replies.

“But you live so close to the school. Why not?”

“My house is lame.”

“Seems nice enough to me, better than my place or the school at any rate.”

She turns towards me with a bored expression.

“This is pretty much it. There's the living room, a tiny kitchen, my bedroom and my parents' room. Also, the walls are really thin, so...”

“Alright, alright, guess I'm staying on the couch?” I reply with a chuckle.

“Of course not, you're staying in my room. My parents don't get back until Wednesday, so we can be as loud and as wild as we want.” she answers with a giggle.

As loud and as wild as we want? That's a rather enticing offer for only having been to her house once. Hopefully I'll be able to keep my adolescent sex drive under control until after the date.

“Fair enough, where are they?”

“Conference in Brazil. Dad works for Sony, and Mom's his assistant.”

“Brazil?” I ask, my head tilting in curiosity.

“Yeah.” she answers with a blank expression.

“Where are you from, anyway? I've always wondered”

“Here. I was actually born in the hospital a few miles down the road, been living in this house all my life."

“Really? But you seem-”

“My Dad's Cambodian, and I like to go out and tan when no one's around.” she interrupts.

“That explains a bit.” I sigh.

“It's cool, I was actually wondering why you'd never asked before.”

“Not that it matters, Hisao loves his brown girls no matter where they're from.” she continues, walking up and wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“Oh please, I don't love you because you're brown, Miki.” I retort.

“Nope, you love me because I have big boobs!” she comments, squeezing her arms together to accentuate her cleavage.

“Well there's more to you than just breasts.” I add, trying to look away from her chest.

“One wouldn't think so, considering where your hands always wind up.” she jabs.

“Uh...They're certainly a plus, anyway.”

“Oh really now? What are my other good points?” she asks as she gets in front of me and wraps her arms around my neck.

“Well I can't discount the beautiful face.” I answer, leaning in and touching my forehead to hers.

“C'mon, Hisao, that's a given. Surely there's something else that catches your eye?” she says with a confident grin.

“There's just so much, I could go on and on about it all.” I answer.

I break away and pace back and forth around the living room.

“Your slim waist and that toned belly are a great start.”

She looks at me expectantly and starts giggling.

“Then we could go down to those amazing hips, which go great with your big, round butt.” I continue.

Even though my speech is cheesier than a Devil May Cry game set in Luxembourg, she still turns around and looks at a tall mirror nearby, admiring her own delicately endowed rear. I guess that with as much as she works, she has a bit of a right to show off.

“And there's always those long, sexy legs.” I add.

“They should've sent a poet.” I finish as I throw my bags onto the couch, the air soon filled with laughter as the backs into the wall, gripping her sides.

“Ohhhh Hisao, all that and yet not one word about my incredible personality. I know where your mind is.” she replies, sticking her tongue out.

“Well that's a given, isn't it? I can't help it if the first thing that comes to mind when I see you is bare skin, on account of a certain someone demanding visits every other night.”

“Hmmm? So you hate spending time with such an exciting girl?”

She struts over and stands a few inches away from me, hand on her hip as she gazes into my eyes.

“I'm just saying we should do things with a little more...substance every now and then.” I answer, putting my hands on her shoulders.

“What do you mean substance?” she asks.

“Stuff that's more... romantic, like watching corny movies or taking walks in the park. Things like that.” I answer.

“Oh really? I bet you'd drop that argument reaaal fast if we started getting busy on the couch right now.” she continues as she inches closer, index finger tracing a line down my chest.

“I mean, I love the physical part of a relationship as much as the next guy, but...”

“Well you go on and on about how gorgeous I am, and yet you never seem to play yourself up. You're actually really attractive, and I'm sure any girl would be all over you if you gave her the same chances.” she argues.

"What do you mean by that?"

"I'm saying it's not just me, any girl would be trying to get in your pants. I bet that blonde amazonian would never let you leave the bed~!"

Her compliment leaves me scratching me head. I guess I just can't muster as much self-confidence as she can.

“Well regardless, I think we should just cut back on the sex.” I reply

“How about we spend the same amount of time making love, and instead spend even more time together?” she suggests as she leans in a bit further, her dark eyes locked into my gaze.

“I don't know why we don't just spend less time doing it. You are such a sex addict.”

“Yeah, can't deny that, and you love me for it.” she retorts as she leans in and pecks me on the cheek.

She grabs her two bags and walks around the corner into a small hallway, pushing one of a couple of doors open with her bad arm.

The house does seem rather small, now that I think about it. There isn't anything hidden away, this room and whatever is on the other end of the tiny hallway is pretty much it.

“What was the swimsuit for anyway? Just wanted a new one?” I ask out of curiosity.

“Nah, we're gonna test out the hot tub tonight. It hasn't been used in ages.” she answers from down the hallway.

Now there's a plan that would get any male excited. I pace over to the patio door to find that there is, in fact, a rather spacious hot tub resting under a wooden awning. A cover sits on top of the tub, a small padlock keeping any free-loaders away.

“So why did you need a brand new one? Don't you already have a couple?” I ask as I follow her into the room.

She sees me enter and pulls open another door, presumably her closet. A metal bar stretches across the wide cubicle, layers upon layers of clothes hanging from it. I can spot each of her swimsuits, from the white strapless bikini she wore for the beach trip to the school one-piece she uses for her swimming class.

“You've seen me in all of these. Gotta keep you interested somehow.” she replies with a wink.

I pull a thick plastic hanger from the rack. Another two-piece hangs from its arms, a layer of glistening beads adorning the royal purple cloth. I can tell just by looking it over that it wouldn't cover a lot of skin, especially on a more graciously endowed girl like Miki.

“I've never seen you in this one.” I comment.

She turns and glances at the item hanging from my hand, her eyes widening and a yelp escaping her mouth as she drops her bags and scrambles to get it away from me.

“That one was supposed to be a surprise!” she yells as she tries to push it back into the closet.

“Was that a thong or is that my imagination getting ex-”

“Just forget everything you saw, and your birthday will be a lot more enjoyable.” she replies as she pushes the closet door shut.

My...birthday?

Instead of forgetting what I just saw, her statement has the opposite effect of sending my imagination running on a wild tangent, images of Miki in a skimpy purple bikini blazing through my head at high speed.

“Hey, Earth to Hisao, you there?” she asks as she pokes me on the nose.

“Oh, sorry, mind kind of wandered for a second there.” I reply with a chuckle.

“You were thinking of me in that micro-kini, weren't you?” she asks with a wry grin.

“What? Of course not! How can you even insinuate such a... Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking about.”

She laughs.

“Well you'll just have to wait for that one.”

“Yes, m'aam.” I reply.

She reaches in and pulls another hanger out before closing the door completely. The straps of the new yellow bikini are hung from its limbs, and the remaining plastic bag is thrown away. However, instead of putting it into the closet, she hangs it on the back of a chair in front of a study-desk.

I glance around her to find a digital clock on the desk, which reads “6:00 P.M.”

“Well, only an hour until we're supposed to be there.” I comment.

“Yep. Wanna go ahead and get dressed or should we show up a few minutes late?” she asks with a wink.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Whatever you want it to mean.” she answers as she pulls her tank top up and flings it into a hamper nearby, baring the lacy purple design of her bra.

Despite having seen them at least a thousand times, I'm still entranced by the sight of her exposed chest. But still, impressive as they may be, I don't want to be late to the only date I've been invited to.

“Miki, we can't do this right now.”

“Can't do what right now?” she replies with a grin as she undoes the buttons on her skirt, letting it drop to the ground as well. Now she's left standing in a set of royal-purple lingerie and a pair of white knee-high socks, her long, dark hair in a disheveled mess as usual.

“You know what!” I say as I turn the other direction, trying to keep from getting pulled into her pace.

“What am I doing?”

As she says this, I hear that ever-enticing sound of bra hooks unclasping.

“Trying to lure me with your...feminine wiles!”

“Well okay then, Kenji. Sorry, if I'm comfortable changing around the guy who's seen me naked about a thousand times!” she answers.

A deep sigh rolls out of my mouth as I exit the small bedroom, closing the door behind me. I retrieve my suit from the living room and walk into the bathroom -- may as well go ahead and get changed too.

“If it's any consolation, I really was trying to get you worked up.” Miki calls out as I walk past her door.

“Yeah, that's what I thought.” I reply with a chuckle.

It only takes a bit to get fully dressed, although Miki still beats me into the living room, her long hair tied into a bun and a strapless dark blue dress hanging from her torso, its length ending slightly above her knees. The fabric shimmers as she shifts from one leg to the other, apparently waiting for me to finish.

“Took ya long enough.” Miki states,

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Miki and I sit patiently in a small booth at an italian restaurant whose name I'm not even going to try to pronounce. Her strapless bra doesn't seem to provide much support, as her ample cleavage jiggles every time she shifts in her seat.

“The time was 7, right?” I ask.

“Yeah, Kenji said he'd be here then.” Miki answers with an annoyed glance, the time on a nearby wall clock reading 7:15 P.M.

“Well what's the hold up?”

“Call him and ask where he's at or something.” she replies.

“Call him? He's terrified of phones, he doesn't even carry one.” I answer.

“Manhunt?” she suggests.

“Gonna have to pass on that one.”

In the midst of our discussion on his whereabouts, Kenji walks in wearing a white tuxedo, complete with a tie and top hat patterned in red/yellow stripes. Yuuko follows in beside him in a white and grey cheongsam, her hair tied into a neat bun and her glasses presumably swapped out for contacts.

“Took you two long enough.” Miki glances at them.

“Hey man, it takes a while to get all this swag goin'.” Kenji replies, to which Yuuko giggles.

Miki and I exchange glances, a wry smile emerging on her face.

“Whatever, you're here now. Are you gonna sit down or what?” I ask.

Without answering, Yuuko and Kenji file into the seat across from us.

“So, what have you two been up to?” Miki asks.

“We went bowling earlier, she still averages at least 200.” Kenji replies with a sigh.

“You think I was gonna fall out of practice just because we suddenly split up?” Yuuko adds on.

The reunited pair bicker back and forth until the waiter approaches our table. He places Miki and I's drinks on the table before turning to take the other couple's order.

“Hello, I see you've decided to join us. What would you like to dr-”

“Gimme a coke, and none of that diet crap.” Kenji interrupts.

“Just tea.” Yuuko adds before Kenji can continue.”

“Alright, I will be out in a few minutes.” he replies.

Before long, he re-emerges with our drinks and our orders are taken. In the time it takes for our food to be prepared, Kenji jumps from talking about Russian spies, to cryptography, to corporate espionage in his bathroom, all the way to suspecting the waiter of being a Cambodian assassin sent to take his lucky keychain.

Even worse is the fact that Yuuko takes an almost uncanny interest in all of the subject matters, having more to say than even Kenji himself.

“The cold war is still going, the government just wants you to suspect otherwise to avoid news of weapons buildup reaching the public!” Kenji rambles on.

However, before I can get Kenji to calm down, Yuuko adds in.

“Of course the government is covering it up, but it isn't about an arms build-up, it's because the U.S, Japan, and Russia are planning FEMA camps to enslave everyone who disagrees with policy-makers.”

Kenji, not the least bit taken aback, replies with “well of course they're planning to enslave us. They're always watching, listening, waiting for someone to trip up. That's why I don't use phones or TVs.”

“You might want to pick it up every now and then, to keep them from becoming suspicious.” she responds with a worried tone.

“Yeah, yeah. Well even if they do catch on, I've got plenty of escape routes...”

“The back window isn't good enough to avoid an unmanned predator drone.” Yuuko argues.

“I've got home-made chaff grenades. I'll be in the tree-house before they can see anything again.”

“Kenji, you know that's illegal, right?” Miki interjects.

“Lots of things are illegal, that doesn't mean it's wrong to be prepared.” Kenji and Yuuko reply in stereo.

At this point, the waiter arrives with our main courses. Miki seems just as relieved as myself, our heads both spinning just from trying to keep up with their crackpot theories.

However, just as I begin to dive into the plate of spaghetti before me, or Miki into her salad, Kenji slams his hands on the table, causing the long noodles to drop from my fork onto the plate.

"Something isn't right here." he mutters.

He jerkily stabs a scallop on his plate and holds it incredibly close to his eye, leaving a spot of juice on the lens of his glasses.

“Is it safe?” Yuuko asks, seeing his interruption as a normal occurrence.

He holds up one finger and carefully eyes the shell from each angle, his eyebrows constantly changing position. Finally, he touches it to his tongue and pauses to analyze the flavor, or to see if its poisoned -- whichever comes first.

“Safe.” he finally concludes before plopping the entire thing into his mouth, shell and all.

Yuuko sighs in relief and takes a stab at the fried salmon in front of her. Instead of questioning, Miki and I do the same to our respective courses.

"What was up with that?" I ask.

"I know these people, they're trying to put a tracking device in my body. But I know better!" he answers in a low whisper, which doesn't stop the other customers in the store from shooting glances at us.

"So why don't you check every piece of the meal?" Miki retorts.

Kenji drops his fork, his entire body frozen. He's only stunned for a moment, however, as he soon digs back into his food without a care in the world.

"...So, are you just going to assume they're gonna get you anyway?" Miki continues.

"I've used many careful observations and complex calculations to infer that if they were going to place a tracking device in my food, it would have been on that exact scallop." he answers.

"GPS trackers cost money, why would they plant one in every piece?" Yuuko adds on.

Miki and I are once again left dumbfounded, only to continue eating in silence.

Other than random bouts of theorizing, the rest of the meal goes off without a hitch, a plate of chocolate cake lying empty in front of us in just under an hour.

“That was pretty good.” Miki comments as she leans back in the seat, rubbing her belly.

“Worth the 5,000 yen they're gonna bill me for anyway.” I add on with a chuckle.

The pair at the other end of the table nod their heads in agreement, somehow tired out from the conversation they've been having about interrogation methods involving cheese graters.

“Well, glad to see you two are getting along.” Miki comments with a wry grin.

Both of them seem unsure of how to respond, so they simply nod their heads. I'm quite glad at this response, because I can't see either of them being lovey-dovey with anyone, even each other.

“So, any plans for tonight?” Miki continues with a subtle wink at Yuuko.

“N-no, of course not!” she quickly answers, eager to get away from the subject as fast as possible.

“What, afraid she's going to steal your life again?” Miki turns and asks Kenji.

“Nah, man, I was just tired after that.”

All three of us are visibly surprised by his answer.

“There is no feminist conspiracy, they're just bitches and whores being bitches and whores, dude.” he adds on.

My mouth opens to speak, but no words come out. Miki seems to react the same way.

“...But there is a force of evil out to control this world.” Kenji whispers ominously.

Oh boy, here we go again...

“And just who would that be?” I ask.

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“Jeez, that was exhausting!” Miki sighs as I close the door behind her, my jacket around her shoulders.

“Really? I was having a good time for once.” I reply.

“It never ends with them! It's like they're sharing the same brain or something.”

“Yeah, that got to me as well.”

“Seriously, the Illuminati?” she says as she pulls my jacket off and slings it across the back of the couch.

“Hey, at least he's finally off that feminist crap. I was starting to believe some of it too...” I confess.

“Yeah, you've got a point. I wasn't expecting Yuuko to be in on it too though!” she continues.

“Hey, they go well together for a reason.” I reply with a chuckle.

“Psh, almost too well.”

“Hey, everyone's got someone. Even a nutcase like Kenji. Hell, I found you, didn't I?”

“Yeah, but you can't tell that we go well together by looking at us.” she responds.

"really?"

“Hey, some people are just meant for each other. No other guy is gonna fit in there like you do after all we've done.” she answers with an alluring wink.

The sheer amount of inappropriate conversation that goes on between us is proof enough that we go together, at least in my opinion. I know I wouldn't be able to say things like that to anyone else.

We both share a laugh before she disappears around the corner, followed by the sound of her door clicking shut.

“So, what's next?” I ask aloud.

“Hot tub, dummy.” she answers.

It is at this moment that I become aware of the fact that I don't have a swimsuit.

“What, am I gonna get in naked?” I continue.

“I love your enthusiasm, but check the white bag on the couch.”

I loosen my tie as I walk over to the sofa. Sure enough, there's a pair of green swim trunks.

“How did you...?”

“Because I know you don't check your text messages.”

“Huh?”

I pull the plastic slab out of my pocket and flip through its contents to find an unread message from a certain Miki Miura reminding me to bring a swimsuit when I come to stay at her house on Saturday.

“Get dressed.” she adds on.

“But aren't we going to just strip it all off anyway? What's the point?

“Oh come on, you whine about having too much sex and then you whine when I try to make it interesting? Put the damn trunks on, boy.” she groans.

“Yes, m'aam.” I respond as I grab the trunks and enter the bathroom, replacing my formal wear with something more casual.

As soon as the swimsuit hangs snugly around my hips, I step out of the bathroom, expecting to find Miki, disappointed to find that she's nowhere in sight, not even in her room.

I look around the house until I finally notice that the sliding patio door has been left ajar. Outside, a spacious patio has been paved over the grass, complete with a picnic bench, a staggering connection of garden gnomes, and a hot tub, its cover removed and laid up against the wall.

My sight is soon overloaded by the sight of Miki's graciously-endowed rear, the curves of her bottom only accentuated by the fact that she's bending over the hot tub.

“What's up?” I ask.

She looks over her shoulder at me and answers “oh, nothing, just trying to get this stupid thing to work.”

She grunts and groans, flicking various switches back and forth, mouthing obscenities as each attempt seems to fail. I walk up to try and help, but my stride is broken by a thick black cord laying across the ground.

I grab the power cord and plug it into a wall panel nearby, jerking back as a yelp cuts through the air. The tub starts with a loud jerk before settling into a hum, its contents already bubbling.

“Well, that problem's solved.” she answers with a laugh. For some reason I can't call up the courage to tell her that the tub was just unplugged.

Before long, we both relax into the hot water, submerged up to our chests and our feet almost touching. A long sigh of relief escapes from her throat as she lays back, her breasts bobbing up and down with the water.

“That was a long day.” I sigh as I do the same, sliding forward until I'm up to my neck in water.

“Tell me about it.” she replies.

“An expensive one too; had to use my own money since I went through all of that 25,000 my Dad sent me.”

“Hey, you just had to be a gentleman and pay for everything. We could've split it, you know.”

“I only do it because you're always whining that chivalry is dead.” I smirk in argument.

“Yeah, yeah...”

As always my eyes begin to wander, tracing the outline of her figure, her bountiful assets held back by the yellow two-piece. Her hair hangs in a disheveled mess as always, albeit it's color has only darkened thanks to the water.

“So how long do you plan to make me wait?”

“Huh?” I ask, my train of thought broken.

“I'm sitting here in this skimpy thing and you're not even going to try to make a move?” Miki asks whilst sitting up, her arms crossed underneath her ample chest.

“We were gonna get to that, I'm just enjoying the peace and quiet while it lasts.” I argue.

“Uh huh. I guess I'm just gonna have to take the lead then.” she replies.

Before I can object, she slides over beside me and wraps both arms around my neck, pulling me into a kiss.

I wrap one arm around her waist and let my other hand rest on her shoulder, our lips settling into one another as she inches in closer and closer, the warmth of our bodies rubbing against each other only exacerbated by the hot water.

Well, looks like she's getting what she wants again.

It doesn't take long for her hand to slither down my torso, coming to rest on a more eager part of my body, her palm inching up and down its length through my swim trunks.

I adjust my head to the side as her tongue slides in between my lips, intertwining with my own as my hand slides down her shoulder and onto her perky chest, its soft warmth filling my hand.

Before I can inch my fingers beneath her top, she pulls away and slings one leg over my lap, turning towards and straddling me. Just as I start to catch my breath, she assaults me again, more passionately than before. The warmth of her body mixed with the hotness of the water around me fills me with a euphoric pleasure which, when mixed with the feeling of her perky nipple between my fingers, drives all sense from my head.

She moans into my lips as my hands caress her in all the right places, moving through practiced motions between her breasts, across her smooth back, and all the way down to her soft yet toned rear.

Miki picks up the pace as I pull the top two strings of her bikini top apart, her hips grinding against my lower half in anticipation. I undo the other two laces and pull her top off, tossing it aside as I break away from her and bury my face in her cleavage, her moans tickling my ear as I take each of her teats into my mouth, licking, sucking, and even gently nibbling her pink nipples.

Before long, she scoots back and reaches down and undoes the laces on my trunks, dismounting to help my pull them off before turning around and sitting in my lap, leaving me perfectly cradled in her backside. Without a word spoken between us, she starts to shift back and forth, the sound of her breath filling the air as I lay back and rest my hands on her hips.

She leans forward and holds onto my knee as the pace quickens, a heavenly sensation filling my body as the soft fabric of her bikini bottoms grinds against me. I shut off any restraint as my head lays back against the edge of the tub, the sight of the starry sticking in my mind as my eyes shut in ecstasy.

However, before I can cross the finish line, Miki dismounts and pulls her bottoms off, breathing heavily as she inches back and positions herself.

She looks over her shoulder and locks eyes with me as she lowers herself, a gentle 'mmmmm' escaping her throat as I inch my way into her, the sensation of her insides tightening around me becoming too much to bear as she comes to a stop. She clenches her eyes shut as she starts to move up and down, her hand gripping my knee to hold herself steady as she raises and lowers her hips.

I find myself grabbing onto her hips once more, my fingers digging into her supple flesh as we reach a smooth rhythm. I buck my hips upwards each time she falls onto me, her quivering insides squeezing me tighter and tighter with each thrust.

Water splashes out of the tub every time she slides back down, the pleasure-filled moans and cries sauntering out of her open mouth increasing in vigor.

My eyes climb up and down her hourglass figure, every bit as awe-inspiring as the day I first saw her. I grip her sides to keep her from riding out of control, her smooth skin without a single flaw becoming hot to my touch, while her wet, unkempt hair sways back and forth as she shifts back and forth, its length flowing from the tip of her head all the way down to the curves of her hips.

'Too much sex' my ass, I don't care if we stay like this until the end of time.

“Miki, I'm-”

Without a word, she forcefully dismounts and turns around, straddling me again while her fingers slither down my torso and grip me, stroking up and down as she leans in and kisses my neck.

“Way to make a mess, Hisao. Now we've gotta clean the tub.” she whispers between labored breaths as I erupt into her hand, my chest heaving.

“Hey, you're the one who wanted to have sex in the hot tub. Are you happy now?”

“Now? Why are you talking like we're already finished?”

She jumps off of me and swings herself over the edge of the tub and walks inside, beads of water dripping from every inch of her body.

Before I can kick back and relax, Miki's hand emerges from around the door and beckons me inside.

“Oh boy.” I sigh as I pick myself up and climb out of the tub after her.

Upon reaching the living room, Miki grabs my hand and falls backward onto the couch, causing me to land on top of her. She beams a devilish grin as she wraps her body around mine, her arms and legs pulling me in closer, as if to keep me from escaping.

Before I can even object, she places her index finger over my lips and winks at me. I shake my head and let out a sigh, despite reaching down and inserting myself into her.

Her grip tightens as I re-enter, the steady rhythm of moans and gasps picking back up as we settle into the new position. It doesn't take long for my lips to find their way to hers, although I have to settle for kissing her neck when she's unable to keep quiet.

I pump my hips in and out of her, enjoying the softness of her skin against mine as we rock back and forth on the sofa. A burning sensation erupts across my back as she digs her nails into me, although I'm too focused on the warmth enveloping my body to care about the pain.

Still, I can't complain, since this is about as efficient as quality time gets. It's just that the sex isn't special anymore, it's like an animal instinct, we only do it just because we've fallen into the habit. And as much as I'd like to, Miki isn't going to l-

“Haaaaaaarder~~!”

...et up.

“Aahn~~~” Miki moans as I oblige, digging my knees into the couch cushions as I force my way in and out of her.

I refuse to slow down despite my frustration with the entire situation. After all, what's the point of arguing now? If I just walked out, she'd never forgive me.

“Hisao.” Miki hisses out, struggling to speak coherent words between her haggard breaths.

“Hm?”

“Stop.”

“...Huh?” I reply, my hips ceasing to move on their own.

“We're not going to do this if you're gonna be like that.”

“Like what?” I ask, trying to hide what I was just thinking of something other than the task at hand.

"You know what."

A deep sigh rolls out of my mouth.

“What's up?” she asks with a concerned stare, slightly bothered by the fact that I'm still throbbing inside of her.

“I dunno, it's just...What's the point? Why are we doing this?”

“Hisao, there are couples in the world who see each other once a year, or even less.”

“And? That's preferable to this. It just isn't special anymore, it's like we can't think of anything b-”

She cuts me off by sliding her index finger over my lip.

“It's not special because you don't want it to be.” she argues.

“Don't take me for granted just because we see each other so much. I know I'm not that smart, but I was at least taught to appreciate what I have. I love you Hisao, I always have, and I always will, no matter what we do, or how badly you screw up.” she continues.

“I don't care if we're having sex or having a staring contest, a study session, a movie night, or whatever else you can think of. I don't care what we do as long as you're there with me.” she presses on, a hint of annoyance passing over her expression.

“Isn't that the most obvious thing? Isn't that what being a couple is about? It's not about mushy love letters and confessions under the stars and whispering sweet nothings on the beach, it's about being together.”

I open my mouth to reply, but no words come out.

She's right. I'm too busy focused on trying to go out and be a stereotypical couple that I've completely forgotten why I'm here in the first place.

“I'm sorry, Miki. You're right.”

“...And?”

“And I love you.” I concede.

“That's better.” she replies, resting her head in her hands.

“Now then, are we going to do what we came here to do or are you gonna go soft on me?” she asks, giggling at her own pun.

Without an answer, I pull out and sit against the other arm of the couch.

“Fine, have it your way. I'm going to sleep then.” Miki plainly answers.

She rolls over onto her front and pulls her legs in, hugging the pillow she was already clenching.

I take this chance to slide in behind her, wrapping my arms around her slim waist.

“What, you think we're finished~?” I ask with a devilish grin.

“Hisao?! What are you- aaaaaahn~~~”

I force myself into her once more, our bodies completely pressed together as I slide into that heavenly space between her hips.

“We've never tried this one before, huh?” I whisper into her ear.

“That's...because...spooning is a special...p-mmmmmmm~” she sighs out, unable to keep control of her voice.

I thrust in and out, tightly gripping her midsection to keep myself in position. She tightens around me more than usual, leaving me almost unable to pull out.

“What's so special about it?” I ask, enjoying all of the cute noises she makes as I slide in and out of her.

“It's...it's...”

She lets out a long, drawn-out moan as I push myself in harder then before and hold it in before going back to a steady tempo.

“I'll tell you...later, just... keep going~~~!” she cries out.

It'll be hard to stop, this is something I've never quite felt before -- I guess there's always new things to be tried when we're like this. My hands start to slither up and down her belly, the tips of my fingers grazing her velvety skin, taking in all of her. The scent of her shampoo fills my nose, making my head spin when combined with the hundreds of other sensations filling my mind.

I can hear the cushions squish each time we move, on account of the fact that we didn't dry off when we moved into this room. Miki's hair is beginning to frizz up, not that I mind since she doesn't do much with it anyway. Every other part of her body is completely shaved, save for a tiny patch of dark hair lying between her hips.

“Nnnnnh~” Miki interrupts my thoughts, her eyes clenched shut as each ecstasy-filled moan slides out of her throat.

We go at it in this position for a little longer, with Miki crying for me to go faster and harder all along the way until finally, I get on my knees behind her, parting my legs on either side of her left before lifting her right up until it becomes parallel with my torso.

“Miki, it might hurt this time.”

I can hear some sort of groan roll out of her mouth. It's either a plea to stop or a plea to go as hard as I can. Either way, I hold onto her leg and force myself in one last time, a groan sauntering out of my throat as I feel a pleasurable sensation unlike any I've ever experienced.

Miki seems to be in the same position, with a loud “mmmmmm” growling in the back of her throat.

With our bodies perpendicular, I pick up the pace, bucking my hips back and forth until we've reached a faster and more forceful rhythm than any before. She hugs the pillow passionately, almost biting it as our moans eclipse into one.

My ears bask in the noises echoing through the entire house, the sound of the couch rocking across the hardwood floor, the slapping of skin against skin and the dirty noises that accompany that, and the loud, ecstatic cries filling the air.

“Hisao, I'm~...I'm~~...”

I press onwards, unable to control myself for long enough to pull out. With one final thrust, our moans eclipse into one as I release into her, the pressure inside of her squeezing every last drop out, leaving a dripping mess when I finally manage to back away.

She rolls over onto her back and opens her arms wide, which I can't help but fall into.

“That was amazing.” she gasps, trying to catch her breath.

“Yeah, I'm not gonna lie, it was.”

We both bask in the afterglow, trying to calm down.

“When did you pick up those moves, Tiger?” she asks with a giggle.

“You left that book under the bathroom sink.”

“Is that why you took so long to change?!”

“No.”

Annoyance washes over her expression.

“Okay, maybe.”

Her entire body relaxes underneath me as her face brightens into a warm smile

“So I guess I better be up for round 2 in the morning, then?” I ask with a sigh.

“Nah, I've got a better idea.”

“And what would that be.” I groan with closed eyes.

“Promise me you won't laugh.”

“Huh?”

“Promise!” she repeats.

“Fine, I promise I won't laugh.”

Even through the dark, I can tell that she's trying not to make eye contact.

“You sleep in for another hour while I get up and make breakfast for you.”

“...What?”

“You heard me!” she hisses back.

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure! I wouldn't be suggesting this if I wanted to just do it first thing in the morning."

“Fine, Miki. That would be lovely.” I whisper as I pull her into my arms and plant a hiss on her exposed forehead.

“And then maybe we could go to the park, or out to a movie, or go dancing, or-”

“Whoa there, take it easy. I don't wanna go wasting all those moments in one day.” I reply with a chuckle.

“Fine, fine. But you better goddamn believe that we are having sex every day until my parents get back! I don't care if your dick falls off halfway through!" she asserts.

“How could I expect any less?”