"Where do you think you're going?" Imari demanded. She'd caught me taking a left out of the classroom instead of a right. The school day was over for me and I had a date with Kaori Saeki, except it wasn't really a date yet.
"What do you mean?" I asked, playing dumb as I adjusted my book bag over my shoulder. That magic book seemed to get heavier each time I picked it up.
"We have to go to the Art Club," she reminded me. "Don't try and weasel out of it!"
"Imari! After what happened this morning?"
"That's got nothing to do with..."
"Hey!" I pointed over her shoulder. "What's that?"
"Huh?"
As soon as Imari turned her head, I bolted! I ran for the stairs and took the first step before she even realized what was happening.
"Minase! Argh! I hate you!" she shouted. "Get back here!"
I didn't even slow down. Trying to argue with that girl was worse than futile. If I'd told her I needed to go to the library, she never would have believed me. I wasn't even sure where the place was, to tell the truth.
"What's wrong with you?" Saeki wondered, noting my red face and breathless smile. If I hadn't been detained, we could have walked down to the shoe shelves together. As it was, I'd almost caught up with her.
"Nothing," I wheezed, glancing over my shoulder. "Imari wanted me to go to the Art Club with her."
"So you ran?" She laughed and shook her head, balanced on one leg while she fixed her street shoe. Saeki had changed into high heels, very high heels, black with thin leather straps around her ankles.
"It was better than the alternative," I told her, smiling somewhat sheepishly.
I tried not to stare at her legs while I changed my shoes, but the girl wasn't making it easy. Like her female classmates, she wore boring shoes inside the school. Saeki's sexy heels made for a sharp contrast with her innocent uniform and I especially liked the way they changed her posture in subtle, but effective ways. She had to tilt her hips and arch her back slightly, pushing her ass in one direction and her tits in the other.
"Having trouble tying your shoes?" she teased me, posing with her hands on her hips.
"Nope. I got it," I said, looking up as I crouched on one knee. It was like observing the summit of Fuji from station number one, a climb I'd made with Imari several years previously. I wondered if it would be easier to mount Saeki and plant my flag between her wide-spread...
"Good. Let's go," she said. "The library closes at five o'clock."
"It does?" I glanced at my watch and it was only five minutes after three. What a bookworm!
We left the school together, of course, and I felt the prickly sensation of someone staring at me. The art room overlooked the schoolyard and the front gate. I resisted the urge to turn my head and see Imari watching me through the second floor windows. I didn't know anything for certain, and maybe I was only being paranoid, but the sensation was very real. I felt better once we'd left the school and started towards the train station.
"We have to take a train?"
"Haven't you been to the library before?" Saeki asked, giving me a look guaranteed to make me feel stupid.
"Oh! Sure," I lied. "I've been there lots of times. But, uh...My father always drove me, you know, in his car."
"It's only three stops," she said. "I'll get the tickets."
While I waited for Saeki, a girl pressed a small packet of tissues into my hand. There were two of them, girls, I mean, and they were both cute. The tissues were basically an advertisement for a new store that had just opened. I thought of the mess I'd made on Ito's face and wished I'd had those tissues earlier. What had she thought, waking up to find her tits and face covered with semen? Or, what had Miss Kitami thought when she'd finally decided to check on her sleeping patient?
Some of my old guilt and worry was returning and I pushed those dark thoughts away. Saeki handed me a ticket and jerked her head towards the train station's entrance. I forced myself to smile and it wasn't that hard to find something more interesting to think about.
"It's going to be crowded," I observed, once we reached the platform. Already there were lines forming in anticipation. The cement had been painted with yellow half-squares, showing passengers where the doors would be once the train arrived.
"Yeah," Saeki agreed. "It's always bad this time of day. That's why I wanted you to come with me."
"What do you mean?"
"There's a lot of assholes," she explained, not lowering her voice at all. "If they see a girl by herself, it makes them bold."
"You mean they touch you?" I blinked at her. I'd heard about things like that, of course, mostly from my sister, but hearing Saeki talk about it seemed very disturbing.
"Sometimes," she said, and then smiled. "You're not one of those guys, right?"
"Me? No!"
"No?" Saeki's smile turned into a grin. "You wouldn't try to get a feel of my butt if you knew you could get away with it?"
"Of course not!" I told her, but I was reminded of Ito. I'd done much worse than grope her sexy ass!
"Well," she nodded, "you can stand behind me then."
"Okay," I said dumbly, thinking this had to be the strangest conversation of my life.
"That's the real question isn't it?"
"Ummm..." I shrugged. "Whether or not I'd grab your butt?"
That made her laugh, but I'd been serious. Wasn't that what we were talking about?
"No! What you would do if you knew you'd get away with it," Saeki explained. "It's a real test of character."
"I guess so," I said. "I never really thought about it."
"Anyone can do the right thing when someone else is watching," she continued. "But what would you do if someone wasn't?"
"I wouldn't rob a bank," I told her with a chuckle.
"Why not? I would," she said. "Seriously. You looked shocked."
"I am shocked," I replied. "You can't mean that."
"Evolution," she countered. "Survival of the fittest. We have an obligation to take advantage of situations if it will help us succeed."
"Maybe," I said, slowly. "But where do you draw the line?"
"What line?" Saeki laughed. "There is no line. Thomas Aquinas said that all sins are equal before God."
"He did?"
"And that sin actually resides in the desire to act," she said, "and not in the act itself."
"That doesn't sound too good," I thought aloud. In that case, who could ever get into heaven? It didn't seem very fair to me.
"So if you even think about molesting me on the train?"
"Huh? I didn't...I never..."
"It's a sin," Saeki said, obviously enjoying the look on my face. "But if I didn't know it was you, then you're only obeying the laws of nature."
"I'm kind of lost now," I confessed, feeling my face burning. I couldn't help but think about my hands fondling her body now! What was she trying to tell me?
"I'm just saying that our instincts should govern our actions," she said. "Not some artificial morality forced on us by religion."
"So you're saying I should, um..." I swallowed hard as Saeki's breasts rose and fell beneath her uniform.
"Rob a bank?" she offered with another giggle. "Only if you can get away with it. Getting caught isn't self-preservation, is it?"
"I guess not." I glanced at my watch. "What time is that train getting here anyway?"
The platform had become very crowded and with the train's arrival, it became a challenge just to stay near Saeki. She grabbed my hand, but only for a second before someone jostled his way between our outstretched arms and broke the connection. After that, she didn't even look at me, probably being more concerned about someone stepping on her feet. It's strange how people can remain polite even while being shoved together like sardines, but accidents do happen and nobody so much as apologized. Like it was simply understood that we were all in the same situation and had no choice but to tolerate it.
I managed to keep Saeki's blonde hair in sight, squeezing my way between passengers to remain just a few yards behind her. I thought about calling out to her, but that would have seemed strange. The crowd was largely silent except for the shuffling of feet and the occasional grunt or groan of annoyance.
Once we were on the train, I managed to slip between her and a dour, balding businessman who protested having my heavy book bag shoved into his chest. Too bad for him, because I couldn't have gotten it off my shoulders even if I'd wanted to. At least that put me directly behind Saeki, with my chest actually pressing against her back as the guy behind me looked for some breathing room. She must have assumed it was me, but without looking she couldn't know for sure. I was surprised when Saeki didn't turn her head. I thought about saying something, but changed my mind just because everyone else was being so quiet.
My chest rubbed her back as the doors closed and the train lurched forward, pulling all of us off balance for a second. All I had to do was tilt my head down to find her thick ponytail with my nose. Better than that, however, was the realization that my crotch was touching her ass. The motion of the train was translated into a desultory rocking of its trapped passengers and I distinctly felt the pressure as my cock began to stiffen. I had my arms at my side, although I might have reached up with one of them to grab a plastic ring. Saeki had done precisely that. With both arms raised and framing her head between her thin biceps, it was like she'd put on a pair of blinders.
The train lurched again and I took the excuse to put my hands on her hips. My heart was pounding and if Saeki dropped her arms and turned her head, I'd have died from embarrassment. Wasn't this what she wanted though? The girl was giving me a golden opportunity, or so I imagined. I squeezed her hips and felt her body stiffen slightly, enough that I almost let go. I felt like a little boy with a cookie jar, but one that had been deliberately left where I could easily reach it.
Saeki shifted her feet. If I'd had any doubts whatsoever, they were instantly dispelled as she turned her hips ever so slightly. My bulging cock, which she must have felt against her ass, now found the deep, round cleft between her cheeks. They were firm like you wouldn't believe as Saeki pushed against my erection. It was unmistakable! She leaned forward with her shoulders and gave me a small, definite thrust to wedge my cock between her ass cheeks. If only it wasn't trapped inside my trousers!
I couldn't help but move. None of us aboard the train could remain completely still and every now and again we'd cross some uneven portion of the track, surprising us with a sharp jerk. In that way, I pulled Saeki against me. Gently, to be sure, but with some urgency as I tried to work my straining cock deeper. She didn't protest at all. The girl didn't let go of the ring or lift her head, she only rolled her ass in a tight, circular motion as if screwing herself onto my frustrated cock.
Perhaps someone noticed what we were doing. I had no idea because I'd become oblivious to everything else. Saeki felt warm through her blouse. My hands were beneath the odd, black blazer that resembled half of a pair of coveralls more than anything else. I squeezed her soft waist through the cotton, digging my fingers into the sides of her tummy as I kept her tightly against me. We were dry humping in public! On a train, surrounded by dozens of strangers, and I wondered how long we had until the first stop.
Not long enough as it turned out. The announcement seemed to wake people up and I had to let go of Saeki as a few passengers began their struggle to reach the doors. Unhappily, I found myself being pushed away from her, having to step back and make room for others. Saeki didn't move at all, probably because she refused to let go of the ring above her head. She wasn't much of an obstacle anyway, unlike me and the cumbersome book bag over my shoulders.
About the same number of people got on as had gotten off, but now I found myself separated from Saeki with a several passengers between us. The balding businessman had taken my place, standing directly behind Saeki and facing her, just as I'd been. I couldn't see anything below their shoulders, but soon after the train began moving once more, I saw Saeki's head snap upward. I couldn't see her face, but she let go of the ring with one hand and brought her left arm down. She briefly nodded her head, or so I thought, and then looked down again. Every few seconds her shoulders would turn a fraction, one way and then the other with her left shoulder dipping lower.
The man, I noted, looked as if he'd shrunken somehow. I mean, he seemed a few inches shorter for some reason, and he too kept his head down with his nose rubbing against Saeki's silky hair.
Fuck! What was he doing? Probably nothing except enjoying the flowery aroma of Saeki's shampoo. I should have been the one standing there. My cock was still hard and if we'd had more time between the first two stations, I probably would have cum in my pants! Now I was sandwiched between some guy in a trench coat reading shota manga and a chubby, middle-aged woman clutching a big yellow purse to her sagging tits. I felt as if I'd gotten a glimpse of heaven on my way to hell.
I had ten...no, twelve endless minutes to wait for my chance and I took it. As soon as the train stopped at the next station, I tossed my usual good manners aside. The bald guy had to get off the train anyway, and the asshole glanced at me as he pushed his way through the open doors. He was pink faced and smiling for some reason, probably out of spite. I'd been forced out of the way and he'd enjoyed standing next to the hottest girl on the entire train. Well, he was gone now and I wasn't apologizing as I jammed myself between a thin guy with glasses and Saeki's pert round ass.
Survival of the fittest, eh? I'd gotten my rightful place back! I smiled as I touched her hips, resuming the position I'd enjoyed earlier. Saeki still gripped the ring with her right hand, but the left was free and she touched the back of my hand with it. She didn't push me away, however, so I gave her waist a gentle squeeze. I wanted her to start rubbing her ass against my aching cock again.
Instead, she dipped her shoulder and reached even further, half-turning as she found my crotch. I forgot how to breathe! I didn't dare twitch a muscle as Saeki gave the obvious lump in my trousers a squeeze. A second later she wiggled her fingers, scratching at my bulge and the invitation was undeniable. She wanted me to take my cock out! In fact, she tried to help me as she pinched the tab of my zipper and tried to yank it downward. I had no choice but to help her.
Quickly, I replaced Saeki's fingers with mine and winced as I fought with my zipper for a few precious seconds. The sound of it coming down seemed very loud to my ears and I was afraid to look around in case someone had noticed. Like Saeki! She'd definitely heard it and even as I uncoiled my stiff cock, working it through the unbuttoned fly of my boxers, she sought it blindly with her fingers. As soon as the girl wrapped her hand around the shaft, she froze. I mean, it was palpable, the sudden tension in her posture.
"Why is it bigger now?" she whispered, so softly I wasn't even sure I'd heard her.
"What?" I breathed, bending my mouth to her uncovered left ear. Maybe I shouldn't have done that, I thought, but it was too late. She had to know it was me anyway. Earlier, Saeki had only been playing at ignorance to encourage me.
"Your cock," she said, turning her head to look at me. "It's bigger now."
"Ummm..." I blinked at her. That didn't make any sense at all to me.
"It's okay," she decided. "Put it inside again. I want to cum too this time."
Her lavender eyes were bright with arousal and a mischievous smile played at her lips. The color had risen in her cheeks and I noticed for the first time how flushed she'd become. She licked her lips, nodding as I bent my knees, feeling quite uncertain about what I'd find beneath her skirt. What did she mean, my cock was bigger? She wanted to cum...too? This time? Did that mean she thought I'd cum once already?
Saeki didn't have to do a thing except keep her legs spread and push her ass outward. I led my cock with my fingers, finding her vulva soft as half-melted butter. Her panties were already pulled aside and I stroked her pussy, gathering a thick, creamy discharge on my fingertips. The stuff was oozing from between her rubbery labia and I slipped a finger inside to find her cunt filled to overflowing. Saeki was soaked inside! She hunched her hips impatiently and I quickly replaced my finger with my straining penis.
I felt her pussy like a wet furnace as my cockhead easily pierced the girl's more than ready hole. As soon as I penetrated the mouth of her sex, a small flood of that creamy fluid ran down the shaft. Saeki didn't seem to be nearly as tight as Ito had been, but I still found her luscious body to be a very nice fit for my eager cock. Taking a firm hold of her hips, I straightened my knees and drove nearly every inch of my erection inside her with a soft grunt. She hitched a sharp breath, jerking slightly before letting it out with a contented sigh.
Was I supposed to fuck her? I mean, I knew we were having sex, but was I supposed to actually pump Saeki's cunt in the middle of a crowded train? Someone would definitely notice that! I'm sure a few people, those passengers standing right beside us must have already known what we were doing. It would be a miracle if someone didn't start yelling or something. For all they knew, I could be raping some innocent girl that I'd never seen before in my life! Stories like that were popular in manga. Shoot, they were popular with my sister!
Well, if Saeki refused to worry, I decided that I wouldn't either. I had my cock firmly clasped in the hottest, wettest place imaginable. My arms went around her stomach as I began sliding my erection back and forth inside her greasy vagina. She felt slippery as hell and I could feel more juices leaking out of the girl. Warm fluid covered the thick shaft, oozing downward to soak into my clothing. A lot of it must have been running down her thighs as well. I only worked an inch of my cock in and out, maybe two inches at the most, as I tried to remain as discrete as possible. That was enough, however, and Saeki helped by tugging at the muscles of her cunt, massaging my cock with her vaginal walls in time with my thrusts.
What a talent! She fucked me without hardly moving at all, at least on the outside. Only her rapid breathing and flushed skin gave her excitement away to anyone who might be observing us. On the inside, it was a completely different story as her pussy grabbed my cock with tiny spasms, tugging desperately at the orgasm building deep in my balls. I had to resists the urge to fuck her as hard and fast as my desire demanded. I wanted to bend her over and pull Saeki's ass cheeks apart with my thumbs just so I could see what she looked like stuffed full of cock.
I pressed my face into her hair, drinking in the sweaty musk of her passion. I even kissed her, helpless to stop my affection from asserting itself. This was the girl I wanted to love and I couldn't believe she would actually let me have her this way. My cock grew even longer and fatter with each stroke. I'd never before felt such strength in my penis, which is the only way to describe such an odd sensation, until I finally felt the bottom of Saeki's pussy resisting me. I'd pushed myself as deeply inside her as possible and she shivered as the blunt tip kissed something soft and delicate and close to her womb. Her dripping labia were stretched taut around the base of my cock where it emerged from my boxers. Her juices were clinging to my pubic hair as I stopped hunching my hips and held myself there on the brink of an insane orgasm.
"Ah!" Saeki gasped. Just that one, small yelp of pleasure as her climax broke like a thunderstorm inside her. Her vagina gripped my cock with a sharp contraction that refused to yield and a torrent of oily girl cum filled the air with an odor that was undeniable. She was cumming hard and a second later, despite going tip-toe with the effort of holding back, I had no choice but to join her.
The force of my ejaculate was such that I almost cried out in pain. There was too much of it trying to escape all at once and the first blast of sperm into Saeki's cunt left me dizzy with pleasure. I held my breath and put my chin on her shoulder, both of us panting and smiling with the raw euphoria of our combined orgasm. And unlike my experience with Ito, this time I didn't pull out at all. I savored the moment and wished it would never end. I'd filled Saeki with a huge load of ball juice and she wasn't in any hurry to push me out. If anything, the girl seemed to enjoy it as much as I did.
"That was special," she whispered, somewhat breathlessly. "I didn't think you'd have that much left."
"I came a lot," I agreed, feeling drunk and weak, but at the same time, I thought I could conquer the world. I'd just fucked Kaori Saeki!
"You came a lot the first time too," she said with a grin. "God! It's running down my thighs. Do you have something?"
"Tissues," I said, finding the packet in my pocket. "What do you mean, the first time?"
"Before the last stop," she said. "I never imagined you'd be so bold. I think you can pull out now. We're almost there."
"But I was standing over there," I said, nodding towards our right.
"No you weren't," Saeki insisted. "I knew you were behind me. It's okay, I'll let you get away with it this time."
"Huh?" Just then the announcement came for the next stop, where we were getting off.
"Are you going to pull out?" she reminded me. "I'm a real mess and...Hey! What are you looking at?"
The man next to us, tall and older, looked quickly away.
"Pervert!" Saeki spat, and then smiled at me, cocking an eyebrow and looking quite pleased with herself. But how could she not know that some ugly, bald guy had fucked her? He'd been old enough to be her father! I wasn't sure I believed any girl could ignore a guy so completely as that, but I also knew that Saeki could be very determined when she wanted to be.
And the first time I had sex with her, I'd gotten a total stranger's sloppy seconds? As I pulled my semi-hard cock free, I felt kind of dirty. At least I knew he had a little dick, except he'd put it in my girlfriend. Hmmm...Was Saeki my girlfriend now? She had to be! We'd had sex. I still hadn't kissed her though. We hadn't talked about anything remotely romantic, but we'd made love. Sort of, if that's what fucking on a train can be called. She had to be my girlfriend, right? I thought so, and that made me feel a lot better as I pushed my sticky penis into my pants.
We didn't say anything else. I just watched Saeki grimace as she went through the entire packet of tissues. There was no possible way she could wipe her thighs and pussy clean without everyone knowing exactly what she was doing. Of course, everyone knew we'd been fucking too. That became obvious as I saw some of the men grinning in a conspiratorial, male bonding sort of way. Chalk one up for the men's team, they seemed to be saying.
The women, on the other hand, either avoided looking at me completely, or gave me some very dirty looks. I'd taken advantage of Saeki, that's what they seemed to be thinking. Like she hadn't had a choice or something? It had been her idea! I would have been happy just rubbing myself against her ass like a dog. I had no clue as to what our fellow passengers thought of her, but she didn't seem to care either. Saeki just dropped her cum soaked tissues on the floor of the train with loud, wet splop! noises. Needless to say, I was very glad to get off the train and out of the station!
"God! I can't believe you did that to me!" she said, giggling like a little girl as we walked towards the library. "I always thought you'd be really boring."
"You did?" I frowned. "Why?"
"I don't know." Saeki shrugged. "You never really do anything."
"I do all kinds of stuff," I protested. "That's what everybody thinks of me?"
"Mostly," she agreed. "I guess you just have to get away from Imari before you can come out of your shell."
"Leave her out of it."
"I'm just saying, you come to school and spend all your time arguing with her, or whatever it is you do..."
"We don't argue all the time."
"...and now here you are, molesting girls on the train!" she teased me. "So what did you give Ito?"
"Huh?" I hadn't seen that coming.
"You drugged her, right?" Saeki still smiled, but like a fox. "Come on. You can tell me. I think it's cool. What did you give her? Some date rape drug, I bet. You were going to fuck her, huh?"
"I didn't, uh..." I stopped walking and shook my head.
"Did you give her too much or something?" Saeki pressed. "She couldn't handle it and went a little crazy?"
"No," I said. "It's not like that at all."
"So? What's it like then?"
"I didn't give her anything," I insisted. "Why would I drug her at school?"
"She's cute," Saeki reminded me. "She's got a nice body. Lots of guys want to fuck her. You probably figured you'd get her alone during lunch and...Who would ever know? She'd wake up and you'd be gone..."
"That's ridiculous."
"...with a couple hundred suspects walking around the school," she continued. "Ito would be too ashamed to tell anyone what happened and you'd always know that you ate her cherry."
"No. You're wrong," I said. "Whatever happened to her, it wasn't my fault."
"Are you sure?" she asked. "I won't tell anyone, I promise."
"I'm sure."
"Too bad," Saiki said, not hiding her disappointment at all. "I was starting to like you a lot."
"That's why you invited me to the library?" I asked. "Just so you could ask me about Ito?"
"You can turn around if you want," she said, walking away from me. "I really do have to pick up some books."
"Wait a minute!" I hurried after her. "I thought...Aren't you my girlfriend now?"
"No!" Saeki laughed at the idea. "You think I've never had sex before? It was fun, Minase. You've got a great cock, but..."
"But what?"
"I don't know," she replied, looking me up and down for a moment. "You're too nice."
"What's wrong with that?" I wished she would stop walking and just talk to me. This was crazy and I didn't understand her at all.
"There's nothing wrong with it," she said. "I like nice people. I'm just not interested in dating one."
"So, if I wasn't so nice..." I said. "You'd go out with me?"
"Maybe, maybe not," Saeki teased, grinning. "But I'd definitely let you fuck me again."
We kept walking while I tried to decipher what all that meant. If I understood her correctly, Saeki got off on the idea that I might have drugged Ito. That I'd planned to rape her in the middle of school and get away with it. Never mind the fact that I'd basically done exactly what she'd accused me of, although I'd used a spell instead of drugs. What kind of girl wants to see her friend getting abused like that? When I'd denied it, Saeki's disappointment had been genuine. She actually thought less of me for being a nice guy. It all seemed upside down and backwards!
I thought about telling her the truth. I had the book with me and I could have shown it to her. Saeki would have believed me too. I hadn't been so sure before, but now I knew in my heart that she'd eat up every word of my story. She'd want to see the book, maybe even ask me to steal the key for the basement storage room. I could almost imagine being down there again. In the damp and cold, breathing in that gloomy atmosphere, and making love to Saeki by candlelight.
Yeah, she'd fuck my brains out if I told her I'd actually cast a spell on Ito. I wouldn't be a nice guy then, would I? I could tell her how I'd snuck into the infirmary and raped the girl, cumming inside her pussy and then on her face. That would impress Saeki. I'd given in to my natural urges big time and that's what she was all about, or something. Actually, I had no clue what the hell she was thinking.
I decided I had to know her better before I could trust Saeki enough to tell her about the book. My dick wanted to confess everything and find a love motel. My heart wished she'd just love me and forget all that nonsense about morals and nature and robbing banks when nobody was looking. What's wrong with wanting to have dinner and see a movie? And my head only wanted to know exactly what Saeki was up to. Could I trust her?
"Absolutely not," a small voice in the back of my mind whispered. "Survival of the fittest, that's her motto. Remember?"
"Hmmm..." I nodded, but Saeki didn't notice. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts and I desperately wished I knew what they were.
I held the door for her, like a nice guy, and Saeki didn't complain about that. I looked around as she headed for the nearest librarian to ask about her books. The place looked much as you'd expect. It was a library. Quiet, dull, and filled with books. It was almost as bad as being back in school, I thought.
Slipping my heavy bag off my shoulder with a sigh of relief, I had a sudden inspiration. It would be pretty foolish to keep playing around with magic and not know anything about it. Depending on Yukiko for help didn't appeal to me either. It was bad enough that I'd even let her see the book, much less read it. And while I'd entertained thoughts about getting rid of the black book and renouncing magic forever, I didn't really want to do that. The potential of all that power was attractive, seductive even. I just needed to be more careful in the future, that's all. I needed information -- Like the kind I could get at a library?
What a coincidence!
