From part 1:
At that point Nabiki saw the jewel attached to the front of Akane's shirt, which was crumpled up on the floor in front of the door. Habitually inclined to borrow her sister's things, Nabiki picked the shirt up off the floor and detached the jewel. Admiring the pretty ornament for a moment, she attached it to the bottom of the necklace hanging around her neck. The diamonds inlaid in the jade surface made an arc curving downward at the bottom.
It was only her bad luck that this was the reversed position of the Reversal Jewel, causing one's natural inclinations in love and romance to be turned upside down.
Shoichi Nakamura opened his front door, only to find to his surprise that the one who had knocked was Nabiki Tendo. A pretty hot looking Nabiki Tendo, in a short skirt and a blouse open to show some sort of green jewelry on a necklace nestled within her delectable cleavage. A pity she hadn't dressed like this for their date last night. Speaking of which ... why was she back so soon?
“Hello Tendo-san,” he essayed carefully. “What may I do for you?”
Nabiki stepped forward, placing herself firmly inside his personal space. She looked up into his eyes and said, “I wanted to apologize for the way I treated you last night. You bought me flowers and a gift, and paid for my dinner and the tickets to the play, and ... all I gave you in return was to let you kiss me on the cheek. I realized today that wasn't fair at all.” She reached out a finger and ran it down the bare skin of his arm.
Shoichi was temporarily speechless. When he had given her a look of betrayal at the end of their date last night, after spending so much upon her, she had explained the facts of life to him in clear and unmistakable sentences. It was the natural order of things for boys to spend money on her in exchange for being graced with her presence, but her affections were most definitely not for sale. Yet now she seemed to be suggesting ...
He cleared his throat. “Umm, so you're here to ...?” He trailed off, wondering if she would complete the statement.
“To make your dreams come true,” she declared throatily. The palm of her hand on his chest pushed him further inside, and she followed him, closing the door behind herself. “So where's your room, Nakamura-kun?”
He coughed and nodded toward the hallway behind him, unable to speak.
“Well, come on,” she said. “Unless you're planning to stay out here while I'm in your room.”
He stumbled after her very quickly at that, barely remembering to close his bedroom door as he entered. Without warning, he suddenly found his arms full of teenage girl, her lips pressed firmly to his, her tongue dancing inside his mouth. After several seconds he recovered from his shock sufficiently to respond in kind.
The kiss didn't last very long before she pulled back, much to his disappointment. However, the disappointment was even more brief, as Nabiki's fingers deftly unfastened the buttons of her blouse and the zipper of her skirt. Both garments were shrugged off simultaneously. As her hands reached behind herself and unhooked her bra, she looked at him questioningly and raised an eyebrow.
Shoichi jumped into action, nearly tearing his own clothing from his body. When Nabiki stepped out of her red silk panties, he was in the process of pulling down his pants and boxer shorts together. Nabiki pressed her naked body to his and kissed him again, just as passionately as before.
“Now,” the young woman said huskily, “let me show you just how much I enjoyed our date last night.” Holding his hand, she pulled him toward the bed.
Nabiki remembered what she had seen in her sister's bedroom and considered placing Shoichi on the bed and climbing atop him. However, in her current state of mind she did not feel that she should be in control of the situation, beyond making her intentions clear — regardless of whether Shoichi might claim that she was the one in control. So she lay down on the bed with her legs spread apart, and maneuvered him to kneel between them.
For his part Shoichi could not believe this was happening despite the evidence of his eyes. Fortunately, his instincts were more than willing to overrule his intellect for this occasion. He lowered himself to one elbow and used the other hand to grasp his rock hard prick, then fumbled around trying to find slot A where he should put his tab B. Finally Nabiki reached down with her own hand and gave him some additional guidance.
The correct location found at last, Shoichi pushed forward, achieving only minimal penetration. Below him Nabiki grunted, while closing her eyes and biting her lip. Another push and his prick jumped forward a short distance, accompanied by a louder “ow” sound from his partner below, and a trickle of a tear from one eye. Setting himself to the effort, he continued to shove further in by small degrees, each shove being accompanied by another tear and a whimper of pain from Nabiki. Yet at no point did she ask him to stop, pause or even to slow down or be more gentle.
At long last he decided that he was fully inside of her. Seeing no reason to stop now, he began an immediate withdrawal, and as soon as the head of his dick was in danger of emerging he reversed course and pushed himself back in. After a couple of repetitions things became easier, and he began to pump himself within her more rapidly.
Nabiki was still biting her lip against the pain of her first penetration, and rotating her hips slightly as she sought a position which might ease the discomfort. She thought that perhaps the pain was beginning to taper off when Shoichi suddenly stiffened atop of her. There might have been a sensation of warmth within her, but then he unexpectedly pulled himself out entirely. With a groan he fell over, collapsing to the bed beside her.
“That's it?” she asked, trying to suppress a note of incredulity. While Nabiki was admittedly no expert, her sister Akane certainly had seemed to be having a great deal more fun than this, based on her earlier observation.
“Yeah, you were great!” Shoichi mumbled, an arm over his eyes.
Nabiki gazed down at his limp dick. It was quite unprepossessing now, wrinkled and soft. A little fluid oozed from the tip, and there were streaks of blood along its side.
With a sigh Nabiki climbed to her feet, wincing at the pain between her legs. There was a hand sized red stain on the bed sheet, and more blood on her thighs. She picked up the T-shirt Shoichi had discarded and used it to wipe off her legs and the juncture between them, tossing the rag aside when she was done. She did a few quick martial arts exercises to help with the soreness — their father had insisted on at least minimal training for all of them, after all — and then got dressed.
“Well, um, guess I'll be going,” she said awkwardly.
He lifted an arm and waved it around vaguely in her direction. Then, seeming to come to his senses a little, he lifted himself on one arm and said, “Hey! I'll call you again. Soon. Let's have another date. Real soon. Okay?”
“Maybe. Call me.” Nabiki swept out the door, and out of the house.
Nabiki sighed again as she walked down the street. After all the hype she'd heard for years about how great sex was, the reality didn't seem to measure up at all. Still, was that any great surprise? And in any case, it didn't free her from the obligations she had accumulated. She set course for her next destination.
At the same time within the house she had just left, Shoichi had not fallen back down on the bed. Instead, continuing to think about the miracle which had just been bestowed upon him, he bounced up to his feet. Grimacing at the state of his bed and T-shirt, he paused for a moment to wonder how the hell he was going to get away with anything less than telling the truth to his mother, then shrugged this off as momentarily unimportant. Instead he plopped down in front of his computer, canceled the screen saver, and started bragging to every guy he knew how he, Shoichi Nakamura, had just fucked Nabiki Tendo and apparently taken her virginity.
As such, when a wide-eyed Isamu Matsuoka opened his front door to find Nabiki on the doorstep, he had just finished reading what Shoichi claimed she and he had just done.
“Um, how are you today, Tendo-san,” he managed to get out. He couldn't think of any reason she would be here, especially if she had really been doing, only a short time before, everything that bastard Shoichi claimed.
Nabiki gave him a brilliant smile, then said, “I want to apologize for the way I treated you on our date four nights ago. You paid for the meal and concert tickets, and bought me those souvenirs, and, well, you didn't get anything in return. Not even a hug. I realized today that this was terribly unfair of me, and that I simply must make it up to you.” She took a deep breath, drawing his attention to her chest, then added. “May I please come in and make it up to you?”
Isamu blinked. Could she mean what he hoped she meant? Could she really be making the same offer to him that she made to Shoichi a little while ago? Minus getting her virginity, of course. That bastard.
“Uh, sure. Come on in.” He stepped back, letting her pass him to enter, and closed the door.
“So, where's your bedroom Matsuoka-kun?” Nabiki asked with no further preliminaries.
Isamu nearly passed out, before giving himself a mental kick. Keep it together, idiot! he commanded himself. He held his arm out and upward, indicating the staircase. “Right this way,” he told her, barely managing to keep a squeak out of his voice.
Now that they were working from the same script, the pair of teenagers quickly found themselves together in his room, all of their clothes discarded. Nabiki lay herself down on the bed, then held her arms upward, inviting him to lay atop her.
Instead he surprised her by sitting down by her feet, then bending down to place his face between her legs. Nabiki drew in a hissing breath at the soft touch on her flower, which she realized instantly must be his tongue. The hiss quickly changed to a moan of pleasure as the tongue swept along her slit. The moans increased in volume as Isamu proceeded to demonstrate a considerable degree of experience at this art.
Just as Nabiki thought her mind would surely explode, it did exactly that, a climax crashing through her. When she regained conscious thought, it was just in time to see Isamu poised above her. A moment later she felt herself stretching down below, a sensation which continued in an exquisite manner as he gradually pushed himself within her. As he began to pump himself slowly but firmly along her slippery passage, Nabiki sent a mental curse or two in Shoichi's direction before concentrating on the current waves of pleasure she was experiencing.
“So is this what you wanted to do for me?” Isamu asked between deep thrusts.
Nabiki nodded. “Mm-hmm!” she managed to answer while rocking her hips to meet him. She couldn't believe how good this felt, and was at a loss to understand why she'd waited so long to try it. At the moment the thought that it wasn't always this good, as shown by recent example, was very far away. She began humping even harder against the cock inside her, as the ecstasy built toward another detonation. Her ankles locked behind her lover's back to pull him in even harder.
Faster and faster they went until Nabiki screamed, crushing him in the embrace of her arms and legs. Isamu managed to slam his hips forward in a couple of small motions before he spasmed, and unloaded himself with jet after jet of hot cum, filling Nabiki to the brim.
They lay there afterward for several exhausted minutes before Isamu worked to disentangle himself, standing shakily. He stepped out the door and came back a minute later with a couple of towels, handing one to Nabiki while wiping himself off with the other. While he dressed he watched Nabiki gracefully rise to her feet and reach for her panties.
As she hooked her bra into place, she looked up with a smile. “We should go out on dates more often,” she suggested huskily. “Give me a call, huh? Sometime soon.”
Isamu couldn't help a cocky grin. “I'll do that,” he confirmed, making plans already for the coming weekend.
As soon as he saw Nabiki out the door, he ran to the computer. In minutes he was online, and sharing all the details of what just happened. Several other guys began speculating on whether they'd be getting visits as well.
Continued in part 3.
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