Chapter 3

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I can’t breathe. He is so heavy. His body encases my own. His lips are small and soft. I take every chance to entangle my fingers in his hair. The moment he gives me a chance to breathe, I use it to whisper his name. Enji… Hearing his name startles him and he pulls back. As he stares deep into my eyes, the opportunity arises for me to touch the scar that I have cried days on end about. The roughness of the skin and the weird color that is pronounced when I press on it, drives me to kiss it. I lay kisses up and down his scar, listening to him groan. His body shivers under my touch. “So you never loved me?” I boldly whisper in his ear, then clasp his lobe between my teeth. “I’ve always…” He starts then pulls away again. My heart skips a beat. Damn, I said too much. I slowly lie my body back onto the bed, and gaze longingly into his eyes. I yearn for him to say he loves me or that he has always needed me. Give me something! He looks indecisive, like he could get off of me at any moment. I press my palm over his heart, squeezing his partially unbuttoned cotton shirt between my fingers. “I loved you the moment you became my friend.” He said it. My heart rate increases and I start to cry happy tears for once. “BUT.” Of course. “This has always been the plan. I was selfish to lay these hands on your body or to kiss those beautiful lips, knowing we can not be together. Knowing that one day, I will have to walk away from you and not look back.” “Yet HERE you are FIRMLY, NO, AGGRESSIVELY, looking back!” I quickly sit up. “You knew already!? Like before you met me!?” I growl and snare, gnashing my teeth, trying not to completely fall apart. “You knew.” I say quietly. He continues to look into my eyes, through my tears. Within his silence, my anger festers. “You pursued me. You could’ve asked any student to study with you. I wasn’t the smartest nor the most popular student. You chose me. You burdened me with stories of your past. You woke me up with the most erotic kisses that night we fell asleep reading in this bed. You knew it could never mean anything but you let me believe that it could! You are such a f*****g jerk.” I cry so hard, I rollover onto my side still under him, still feeling the warmth of his inner thighs on each side of my own. “I’m sorry.” “Is that why you agreed to meet up with me? To voice your regrets? To come clean that you were only playing with my feelings? Oops?” I can’t look at him. I roll further over on to my stomach, trying to escape those eyes as they burrow holes into my soul. I feel him move my hair to the side, then realize the vulnerable position I put myself in. He kisses behind my ear, then starts to back off of the bed. I close my eyes. It’s over. “The night I kissed you while you were sleeping, wasn’t the first time I was close to you like that. We always laid in opposite directions, when we studied. There were a couple of …” His breathing is getting heavier, and his hands grip my bottom. I moan loudly, surprised by the interaction. He massages and pushes my cheeks together, engrossed in the process. “There were a couple of nights, I studied your ass. I thought about how easy, it would be to pin you down and f**k you hard. You treated me like I was some eunuch, even after our flames engulfed each other's hands.” He presses harder then slaps my bottom. He lays his body on my back, pressing his clothed c**k against my ass. His breath is so hot, I begin to sweat and adjust my body. I want to open my legs. I want to feel his massive c**k inside of me. My frustration comes out in a really loud whiny moan, “Please.” Not seconds ago, I wanted to despise him, slap his face. Walk away. “Please? Please what? What do you want from this ‘f*****g jerk’?” Did I hurt his feelings? Before I could respond, he pushed his hand into the crotch of my panties, pushing them to the side. "You are so wet." He says audibly low. His fingers feel larger than ever as they circle my entrance, further enticing me, driving me towards insanity. While his question lingers in the ether unanswered, I start to question if this is what I want. We had never been this far before. Does this mean I may never see him again? “Enji.. I’m scared. This feels so good!” I cover my face with my arms as tears continue to flood my face. “You have a family to go to, a wife. My life has only revolved around you.” My back arches as I take a breath so deep, I think it is my last. “My wife has served her purpose. We had Shoto. She has never loved me and I have never loved her.” He pushes his finger rhythmically in and out of my p***y while speaking these prophetic words into my ears. “Can I . . .” Before I can ask him if it is truly okay to love him after over twenty years apart. He pushes his other hand under me, connecting seamlessly with my clit. “Enji! “ I scream his name out shamelessly and he acknowledges me with a seductive groan. With the same hand he uses to fondle my most sacred parts with, he easily turns me over onto my back. I sniffle hard and wipe my sore eyes, trying not to look like a blubbering mess as he once again probes me. “I could never sleep next to you. Though I never knew you were watching me, I listened to you. Your breathing was soft yet masculine. I was not even sure how that worked.” I gently giggle, while covering my eyes with my forearm. Don’t look. He leans in and kisses me under my eye, then the other. “It took this long because I thought you hated me. I was going to suffer through it. I was going to continue to accept your decision to hate me.” “Look at me! Does it look like I spent twenty years hating you?” I raise my voice, trying to reach that side of him that always thinks the worst. He grins. I’ve missed that wicked smile. He pushes his arms under my shoulders and buries his face into my neck. Sucking hard and deep in its curves, I jimmy my legs from between his and wrap them around his hips. I dig my fingers into the loops of his pants and push his pelvis deeper into my own. I can feel myself cumming just from humping his fully clothed body. He hammers his hips down as he listens to my cries of elation. “I feel like I might die if you don’t f**k me now.” I groan. “The shiest bunny bares her fangs. Don’t worry my sweet, sweet Candy. I’m going to burn my soul directly into yours. We may barely make it out of here alive.”
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