9.2: Todome no Ichigeki
It is hard to write when you're falling out of love. That being said, it's nothing short of a miracle to me that I was able to finish this one. Once again, as with the whole series, I hope it hasn't been terribly corny. A much shorter, epilogue-like act from the second one—a little kinkier, too. To round things off, this is titled after my favorite song from Vaundy: Todome no Ichigeki.
5,162 words of Yamada Kaede. The muse of my longest work so far; fluff, then the first round of smut. Enjoy!
By the time my eyes opened, I was already late. Looking out, I knew the only way was to wait for the bus to loop again. Though telling Kaede about it, she herself had committed the same mistake; the couch had become too soft for her to resist.
Going down and trying not to break a sweat as I briskly walked to our street. I could only describe myself as running on autopilot; into the house, out onto the station, and back onto the bus. Though I still dozed off, I was glad nobody saw me jolt awake, my brain being too alert the next time not to miss her stop. Two loud knocks on their gate five minutes later. Peeking through the gate and seeing the door open, catching her with a blank expression until she opened the gate, almost pulling me inside.
"You're late!" Kaede said as we entered the house.
"Well, I got these," I replied, raising the plastic bag in my hand. We need more water this time, I thought earlier. Kaede just slapped my chest, knowing what I implied before taking it from me. Two successive, tiring engagements will wear anybody down. We both had more casual clothes now. She had her hair down now. In the summer, we wore long, but thin, pants paired with two very different shirts to complete it. Asking her what she did with her miko attire, to which she remarked she would need to wash it twice as usual.
Setting it down on the counter, I did what I could to help Kaede with dinner. I didn't want to fall asleep again and just have her do the cooking. Stirring for her, it wasn't until I was looking over the stove that we realized she had made enough for tomorrow. No harm in eating more than usual, and for breakfast. Checking the time once we sat down, it was quite later than the normal time we both ate.
We started eating quietly, a common thing between Kaede and me. Our first house date shared a potato-rich curry and some accompanying vegetables. Although about halfway through, with clicking chopsticks and empty bowls of soup, we began to share a conversation. The topic was expected. As always, she needed to rub it in a bit, and I expected to dismiss myself.
“You know, I was not expecting you to be that good.” Kaede began.
“Oh, I just got bored on the internet sometimes.”
Though now, it was my turn to spin it around.
“And you, just how many AVs did you watch to learn that?”
“Well, just recently, I think? Hmm…,” Then Kaede held up four fingers.
I, out of jest, asked her to name their actresses. She only remembered two, and I couldn’t remember from the description alone. Though it inevitably drifted to our past. The more intimate parts, at least, with me pressing for detail from Kaede. I did, for some reason, and I believed her, too. We had never really talked about it much. Listening with a hand on her chin, amused. Admitting that she was quite envious, yet cheeky with what few things I had experienced, I had to do with somebody else before. Scrunching her nose, teasing me as she said.
“Well, I can always find out, can’t I?”
“Of course.”
I chuckled, half-joking, knowing quite well that it was our truth now. I was considering adding something for effect, although I felt the conversation was beginning to shift to less crass topics. By that point, we were just laughing while talking. Among other things, even she, rummaging through the fridge, started to share her stash of sweets with me before we both stood up. Clearing the table, I went over to the television to provide some background white noise, with an after-dinner variety show playing as we cleaned.
While wiping the table, an idea popped into my head. To think Kaede was doing something as mundane as washing the dishes. Perhaps planted by her mention of watching adult videos, and maybe inspired by it. I guess, for performance’s sake, now doesn’t seem so out of the ordinary. It wasn’t like I didn’t do my fair share of watching, either.
Wiping the counter, I tucked the towel away. That meant getting behind Kaede, and after placing it next to the sink, which still ran, gave me the chance to embrace her from behind. Glancing over at our reflection on the window as my arms slid over her belly, I looked over to her. I wasn’t doing anything, but I was just embracing her, and I could tell she was trying not to react. Yet, she was flushed red. Giving her a kiss on the cheek, I then said, shrugging.
“Well, we can just watch the mov-”
“Movie?” Kaede replied confusedly. Head turned, eyebrows furrowed. Her cold, wet hands were grabbing at my wrist. Fuck me.
“Just wait.”
A wily smile, Kaede’s eyes glanced from down to up. Animal instinct, and I knew what waited.
“Oh, and,” she stuttered, then just smiled, “ah, never mind.”
Tsk! I thought Kaede was going to say something. But I guess I will find out later. She knew I would sound a bit disappointed, leading me on like that. Though I never minded it much, as while I did have my intent, if she wanted her movie, I was okay with that, too. Though I caught her looking my way when I picked out the bag of chips we were eating. Leaving it on the table for us to pick when she turned the counter.
It was a small and quite cramped space, though oddly, the connection was stronger there than in the living room. Truthfully, it was either Kaede, the old wood finish, or the soap, but the space smelled nice, too. So there I was, behind her, using my phone as I waited for her to finish.
“You know the password to my account, right?” Kaede asked, scrubbing.
“It’s not logged out? Whose is that then?” I pointed to the TV.
Neither of us was looking at each other; I was on my phone, and she never looked at me.
“Maybe oba-san’s before she went home...”
“Eh, no wonder it’s all just old shows, then.”
We both laughed lightly. She was just cleaning the sink by then.
In my periphery, Kaede turned the tap off and wiped her hands. Then, as she turned to me, I looked up. Slightly pinning me against the counter, letting me put my phone down before placing her cold hands on my shoulder. Staring at me, then at my lips for a second, before she leaned her neck forward. Smack. Her eyebrows furrowed, and she asked me as if to ridicule me.
“You really thought we were gonna watch it now?”
“You’re not a good liar,” I replied. After expending every flare she had, I saw right through that gaze of hers.
Giggling at me, Kaede turned around and pulled down the window blinds. Zip! Only shadows beyond those blinds. I held my hands out as she came back to my embrace. Smiling at me and slowly saying.
"You want another go?"
That big-eyed stare, head slightly listing left, hands now on my neck. It was Kaede's turn to see through me. I glanced at her lips and then pushed my face forward. Her lips met mine halfway again. A huff and a smirk from both of us afterward was about as good a permission as we could give. I knew she was still quite shy, and so was I. We exchanged a few giggles as we tried to shake the nerves off. Jokingly telling ourselves to "relax."
Although we soon forgot about the television in the living room. Making out louder than its static, tongues in each other's mouths as my hands traveled downwards, softly groping at her ass, hearing her giggle as her hand pulled my wrist up. Not yet, I think. All while the sticky sound of our tongues continued. Retaliating by pulling her in with the same hand. Pressing herself in, her kisses became deeper, and without breaking, her hands slid down my shirt. My hand traveled down too, squeezing hard this time. A slight squeal left her as she pulled back. I let go.
"You really want to grab it, don't you?"
"I can't help it." I said defensively, "It's soft."
Kaede huffed and bit her lip; perhaps she wasn't expecting a compliment. Just continuing making out. Though to my surprise, as I lay my hand on her hip, she herself grabbed and pulled it down. Pinning both of us forward, squeezing it, she moaned weakly, even breaking away for a bit before placing her lips back. Having had just enough of her before switching places, careful not to pin her back. She just stared at me while I undid the tie of the apron, though not before she grabbed and placed a packet on the counter. A repeat tactic from earlier.
“Not taking chances?”
“You felt great,” Kaede replied. “But I think two creampies are enough.”
I agreed. Softly pulling me in with one arm, the other coming between my legs. While both of mine were at the hem of her pants, fiddling, before finding it. Not wasting time, I began to pull it down. Not even taking our lips off one another, one leg, two leg, now she only had her shirt on. Sliding my hands up her thigh, she was about to turn around when I stopped her. Giving her neck a kiss before asking her to put her arms on my shoulder.
Kaede and I shared a giggle when I placed her on the countertop. Luckily, lifting her wasn’t as hard as I imagined. Not missing a beat, I pulled her legs open as she leaned away, stabling herself on an arm as I kissed her thighs. Low hums left her as my lips grazed her soft flesh, her free hand slowly running through my hair. Slipping off her panties with both of us scrambling to slide it off her legs, and when the undergarment fell on the floor, I bent down and gave her pussy slow, left-to-right licks. Though when I sucked hard on her clit, a moan broke out.
Holding Kaede’s legs down, I knew I needed to be quick because of how difficult it was to keep my position. Partially kneeling down as I got to work. Long, deep licks on her folds, salt in my mouth as her flesh warmly invited me. I kept my eyes open, looking up at her, watching her confidence turn into promiscuity. Gazing, hazy eyes, slow blinks. A quiet room now, loud, slow breaths, pronounced pink cheeks. Watching me, she opened her legs a little wider when I moved an arm up and readied my fingers. Only averting her gaze when my tongue struck her clit several times over, throwing her head back, and moaning.
My fingers circled her hole. Immediately greeted by the warm sensation of her folds, wet to the touch. Pressing against, and when I pulled for a second, I felt something like a sticky string on my fingertips. I couldn’t look, but I knew anyway. Not when the slopping sounds of my tongue had driven her mad.
I pushed my fingers when she wasn’t looking. Kaede let out a long cry, her body jerking as I immediately felt her walls squeeze around my fingers. Tongue drawing circles around her entrance. My fingers, deep inside, wasted no time before moving. I felt her grip tighten around my head as it hooked and struck her spot again and again. Shifting even more now, her loud huffs and moans filling the communal space, biting her lip hard to try and shut herself up. Yet, the only coherent thing she asked was for more. Curling my fingers up, her entire body jumped with it.
Even when I thought she had grown tired from the afternoon, her sensitivity was still speaking louder through shaking bodies, hitched breaths, attempted silences, and trying to close her legs on me. One last look, and a few rapid blinks from her, I could just feel her orgasm creeping in much faster than earlier.
That made Kaede slip easier. Feeling her closing her legs to me, I pushed them open. Jamming my fingers further inside, already feeling my pinky straining with how deep they were. Peeking up to see, she was leaning back even further now, with one leg trying to close as I held the other open. My tongue was beginning to feel numb. I remembered those videos where the guys would finger too fast, and have the star spill all over the floor—not here, I guess. I know the wetness pouring down my palm was genuine, however.
Then, a shriek rang out from Kaede. Letting go of her leg and pulling by her hip, finally letting her wrap her thighs around my ear like she wanted. Groaning now, I could feel her walls tighten, resisting and trying to spit me out. The continued rubbing of my two fingers and a swirling tongue made her even more slippery. A sharp, deep breath, chest out, and yelling out the obvious while she rumbled over the lacquered wooden countertop. Running her fingers on my hair while calling out for more, her big eyes shut and eyebrows furrowed. I never stopped until she was quiet again. Slowing myself down, I could finally pull my mouth away, and with my fingers still plugged in. I gawked at the lewd canvas I’d been kneeling on for minutes now.
Slowly pulling my fingers out, I looked for a way to wipe them. Sitting there, Kaede just smiled, almost trying to hide behind her own laughter. Rising up, she gave me her discarded apron to wipe my fingers on, then on her waist. Giving herself some time and making out before shifting places. Finding myself against the counter, she had knelt and was already pulling down my trousers. Feeling the air between my legs, I prayed that I would fare better when my boxers were next.
Not wasting her time, and again, copying, Kaede began to kiss my cock through the cloth. Though the still fresh memory of the afternoon had led to a half-erect cock. With that, she slid my boxers down and, in haste, captured the tip of my cock with her lips, moving a bit as I felt her hot tongue and breath on it.
Keeping her eyes on me the entire time. She enveloped her lips, and, feeling her hand on my balls, moved past it. That sent the proper surge into my lower half. Both of us felt it. Holding it up, her thumb and another finger forming a ring around my girth. Pushing downward and hearing a slight gurgle, her back shot up with the error. Halfway now, I could feel her tongue cradling my cock upward, as if it wasn’t hitting her palate already. My hands resting on the counter, she was moving at the same pace she had earlier. Though this time, I wasn’t twitching so quickly in Kaede’s mouth.
Sucking hard, then letting go, Kaede stroked me. Without talking, she looked up, almost unblemished after doing something so dirty was tempting. Her pale, beautiful face, right next to the same cock she just stuck in her jaw. Resting her fingers, she put my tip on her lips, letting her feel the plump, red skin, with her tongue popping out every now and then. I wanted to try something for next time.
Placing me inside again, I saw Kaede’s eyes shift to my wrist as my hand moved to the back of her head. Stopping herself, I pushed her and weakly thrust forward. Her eyes shut and mouth stopped. I gave it another try, this time going deeper, and a third time. I felt daring, with her eyes now shot at mine, a little discomfort, I went even deeper. Without realizing, I was beginning to repeat the same mistake; I was going rough too quickly. Looking down, she braced for every impact as I hit the back of her mouth, always hearing a gag leave her. I only stopped at her loudest gag. Inexperience rears itself. Her whole body jerked and pulled away, gasping, and I pulled back, hitting the cabinet. Apologizing to her as she coughed. I, stupidly, only asked her then.
Kaede looked annoyed, some saliva already having dripped down her shirt. Understandably so. Though I found something cute in how she couldn't seem to interpret whether she liked or hated it.
"Too rough?" I asked.
She answered with a nod, "I wasn't expecting that, you know."
"It's irrumatio." — deepthroat.
Tilting her head a bit, slowly stroking my shaft, with that floating question mark over my girlfriend's head. Needing to explain it to her without actually doing it—and not killing my erection.
"Well," Kaede answered, "We can try it if you like." Theory before praxis, always.
Putting her tongue out, she slid me inside again. Gentler now, she didn't break her gaze as I put my hand on her head. Resting her hand on my crotch was my signal to move. This time, thrusting no deeper than she would take it. Telling her to nod her head a bit, she soon matched the slow thrusts of my hip. Another notch, I was hitting the back of her mouth, her eyes snapped shut, feeling her mouth trying to close for the first three, before letting out a gag when I hit her throat. Trying to keep myself in check, I could only command it once.
"Relax."
Bunching up Kaede's hair, both my hands held in her place as I plunged downward. A loud gag rang out. I pulled back again, a loud pop from below as she coughed for a little. Though without much thought, she held her mouth open for me with an expectant giggle. Pushing back inside, I moved carefully. Given it was her first time, I didn't want to push too deep. Not yet, even if her plump lips were the perfect medium. Reading her eyes, she was beginning to enjoy it herself, almost closing when she thought I'd push my entire length in. Meanwhile, I just wanted to give it a try. Soon, I noticed her hands were no longer anywhere near my cock.
Peeking over, Kaede was rubbing herself with another hand up her shirt. While I was busy using her mouth for myself, gurgling and gagging every now and then. Pushing her towards me, our gazes met as I tried to hold myself just a little longer. Moaning a few times with my eyes darting away from her to the door. I found myself complimenting her for taking me so well, even as her tongue lay idle as the first twitches knocked. When I opened my mouth, her eyes smiled at being called a “good girl” in return.
Thrusting just a little faster now. My cock kept tapping at the back of her mouth. All the while thinking whether I should jam it and cum down her throat, or make good use of the condom left on the counter. Feeling her throat constrict and hearing a gag, I looked down while she shut her eyes. I made up my mind by then. Going faster, I dismissed her louder gurgling, holding on to her hair as I jammed myself all the way in. Her back was shooting up and futilely meeting my upward motion, hands on my hips, her left fingers were wet. It was all a feint.
A counterintuitive command followed, telling Kaede to look at me as I, only for this once, made my crotch kiss her lips. Holding her for seconds after a loud gurgle, her throat spasming, her eyes trying not to shut, and not show any discomfort, even if her noises gave her away. A blank expression on my face; Indulgence, not cruelty. I released her. Loudly coughing as soon as my cock left her lips, saliva dripping from it and my shaft, the top of her shirt was also wet. Hurriedly wiping it off her lips with my thumb, before pulling her upward. Standing before me, I was thinking she might slap me for it. Though as we walked to the counter where I had eaten her, I was rewarded with her lips for it. Odd, sure, but then Kaede spoke.
“I didn’t know you could do that.”
“You weren’t saying anything.” Cheap reply.
“My choking wasn’t enough?”
“That’s why I stopped,” I replied, brushing her soft cheek. Though Kaede placed my hand down, kissing me and saying, “I’ll do better next time.”
“You want to go up again?” I asked, looking down at her.
Kaede shook her head.
“How about you bend me over here then?”
Turning herself around and sliding her shirt up. I reached over and tore the packet open. Elbows on the table, bent downward while my cock sat idly between her cheeks, I only needed to aim once as I slid my tip, covered, over her folds, almost pushing in but just beyond penetrating.
Calling her attention, Kaede’s head turned, and just as our gazes met, I thrust in. Exclaiming, her expression shifted while I pushed all in, trying to grab onto something and keep herself upright. Leaving a loud smack on her ass before settling my grip. One, back, two, push. All this time, I hadn’t noticed her head still turned to me. I had been too busy looking down, though not worried about anything, I quickly increased my pace. Her ass began to bounce, taking a deep breath, her shirt beginning to slide down as the tempo of her moans rose. Spreading my legs just slightly wider, trying not to go too fast, but always hitting deep.
The shock that sent shivers up my gut was no surprise anymore. Though now, Kaede sounded less jumpy, and so did I. Having gotten used to one another, she sounded more resigned to the pleasure. Her moans taking on a lower, clearer timbre. Taking my time, I just let myself take the image in, allowing me to imagine how she looked as she would dip her head down, her hair moving along downward; brows furrowed, eyes closed, mouth open, save the occasional, louder, shriek than the rest.
Pulling Kaede up, I turned a notch down. Slow, deep thrusts as I slid my hands into and up her shirt. A weak groan left her as she turned to me. Her lips then pursed up in a toothless smile, dimples out, eyeing me up and down before teasing me.
“Haven’t gotten enough of me yet?”
I just shook my head, “Why would I?”
Then, maybe on the way I thrust at that moment, Kaede’s face shifted and moved away. Sliding my hands down to her hips, I rushed at her a bit. Her entire body convulsed at the suddenness, her hands trying to grab onto me. I counted in my head to ten before jamming myself inside. Careful not to have us hit the counter, and while shaking, even in her tone, she turned back to me again.
“Step back.”
One, two, Kaede could lean better now, with me closer to the counter. Though when I started to move, I was met with a stern, “Wait.”
Shifting her hands to the edge of the table, she began to move by herself. Slowly sliding herself back and forth, I found myself moaning too as I let her. Closing my eyes as I felt her tightness when she pushed backward, softly recoiling. Her moans sounded even more different when she was doing the work, coming from deeper in her, adjusting to hit her just right—guttural—and having never protested either. She turned her head to look at me. Her face read pleasure before her mouth opened, though her words weren’t really getting out.
“Nice?” I was able to break the breathy chorus.
Kaede just nodded. Her legs were apart, but she was not noticing that she was slowing down. I made her notice when I bucked my hips forward. Gently pushing her down, her torso was almost straight like earlier, as I picked my pace up. Both of us moaned as I felt myself getting there, the side effect of which had her asking me if that twitching was it. Already having tread my own line earlier, and having not changed position at all, I was fucking her on a shorter fuse. I held her and went a little harder, just a little more, but maybe I could test my luck.
Leaning forward, I whispered to Kaede with my eyes on it, asking.
“You want to do it on the couch?”
“No,” She turned her head to me, “I like it here.”
Reaching an arm to my neck, I moved mine to hold Kaede in an embrace. Moving her up and making out while I suddenly continued. Slamming into and listening to her squealing and squirming as the loud slapping of my crotch hitting her ass rang out. My arm rose and passed her tits and to her neck as I tried to hold her in place. Looking back at me, she had that same lustful look in her eyes as we marched onward. Sliding my hand up her neck, unresisted, and holding her by her cheeks, squeezing them a bit. Weird. Kaede flashed a giggle. Only broken with a moan, before saying.
“I’ve seen this one before.” Before moving her face to my thumb, sucking on it without breaking her gaze. Fuck. Twitching inside, I just had to throttle back. I let her roll her tongue around it for a little before sliding my thumb out. Shutting our eyes and putting our lips together, with a shaky huff, she teased me again.
“Just like an AV?”
I had nothing to say to Kaede, smiling and nodding. Better than it. Kissing her cheek as I ramped my pace up, she turned her face away, with my lips on the back of her neck. Her fingers dug into my wrist as I continued. Our eyes closed, and it was all feel from there, thrusting away in place as her legs shifted. She, too, was close. Less than a minute later, the word slipped from her mouth with a rising shriek. Another minute, having had to slow down some, and barely having pulled myself off her lips. I dug in, grunted, and followed her.
Pulling out, I could feel my warm load slumping down and against my tip. Barely having enough strength to walk over and get rid of the condom. It almost felt like we weren’t standing, having to lean on the counter beside each other as we caught our breath. We were silent. Bottomless, yet our shirts were stained with sweat. The tired kiss on her head, the messy looks and sighs brought about by my own misadventure. Two was tiring, but three really takes its toll. We both felt thirsty, looking over to the fridge, though somehow, my first instinct was to ask Kaede.
“Want to get anything?”
“Yeah,” She weakly replied, naming a local restaurant to order from. As if she had read my mind, she wanted something to replenish our energy. Ordering the items, which, last time I checked, were alongside each other on the menu. Pulling our pants up, both of us were walking slower, almost hobbling, and bringing up how our legs were burning a bit. Like we jogged. Pulling her pants up, I asked, ridiculously, as she went to the toilet.
“Another one in the shower again?”
Kaede smiled and just shook her head, waving me off for effect. That was it for us. No more for the evening. I poured out a glass of water for her, having finished mine as I went and cleaned myself too. Ultimately, after drinking it, both of us downing two glasses, she decided to go upstairs to shower first, while I waited for our delivery. All of which took no less than thirty minutes. I almost fell asleep again, too. Soon, save for her plopping down beside me on the couch, we, though tired, both looked as if nothing had happened as we watched the action movie we had wanted to see.
When she wasn’t leaning onto me, we were drinking and eating away at our delivery while watching. Leaning forward a bit uncomfortably just to eat. Although we finished, we were careful not to make the couch dirty, as we were sharing a blanket. I giggled to myself at how, on the same couch, watching the television now, we had hurled ourselves past the Moon with just how intimate we could get. Young, but tired all the same. I really had nothing more to do except reflect on it. It was never a waste of time with Kaede. Though her tugging at my arm pretty much made me forget I was watching a movie for a second, too.
Two-and-a-half hours flew by that way. Shutting the lights downstairs, we both readied for bed. I took a detour to take a bath, though, before I walked out of her room. I asked her where I would be sleeping, and Kaede looked dumbfounded. Now I didn’t need an answer to how she looked back at me. Though with two pillows on the bed, it was pretty obvious.
After showering, I only had my towel around my waist as I walked out to Kaede, wiping her face after her turn at the sink. Though just before we both stepped out, she began to kiss me, and I almost thought she had walked back on what she said earlier. Though it turns out that was only her goodnight kiss for me. I retorted that it was a little too intimate as she walked out first.
Coming into the room. Kaede was already lying in bed, only moving a bit while telling me to lie on the inside of the bed. After carefully moving around her, lying down, it became apparent that neither of us was used to sleeping on the same bed. Trying to make myself fall asleep, I used my phone for a few minutes. Then I heard her place hers on the nightstand before hearing her switch off the lamp and the sheets shuffle.
I turned my head to see her adjusting the blanket to face me.
今日の夜は隣にいさせて Kyou no yoru wa tonari ni isasete Let me be next to you tonight
“You want to do this again sometime?” Kaede asked in a whisper.
I put my phone down. My eyes rolled around for a moment, around the room, still trying to get a feel for her bed that we just slotted right in.
今夜だけは本気だからね Konya dake wa honki dakara nе Just for tonight, I'm serious
I hid it under the pillow, and now turned to face her too. As usual, I would kiss her forehead. Though, by now. I thought it was better to always see tomorrow. I replied.
“Sure.”
Then Kaede answered.
"おやすみ."
こっちにきてもっと Kocchi ni kite motto Please come closer
