"Hey, do you remember my best friend's son, Michael? You know, the one who's three years younger than you."
"No, not at all."
"You're so heartless. You used to play with him and treat him like a little brother when you were about six. Well, it was 20 years ago."
My mother said this as soon as I answered the phone. What a rough introduction. Even if you suddenly mention something from 20 years ago... I vaguely remember playing with a cute kid.
"So, what about her son?"
"There was a mix-up at the real estate agency, and they double-booked his new place. So, until he finds a new place, can you let him stay at your house? It's close to his work. He said you don't need to treat him like a guest, and he'll cover 60% of the food expenses. Oh, and his stuff will arrive tomorrow, so please take care of it."
She hung up after saying what she wanted. Even if you suddenly say something like that... I'm not prepared at all to welcome a 23-year-old man into my home. Well, I guess I'll start by cleaning...
Ding-dong
The intercom rang, and I hurriedly opened the door. Standing there was a tall, handsome man.
"Lisa, long time no see. I've been wanting to see you. Looking forward to living with you."
He smiled brightly. Who on earth is this? I pulled out an old album to remember his face, but there was no resemblance. Well, he did have a promising face even as a child. Oh, but the tear mole under his right eye is the same.
"Lisa?"
"Oh, sorry, sorry. Long time no see, Mike. I'm boiling some water, so let's have some tea first."
I hadn't touched the luggage that had arrived earlier; I just brought it in. Thank goodness it's not a one-room apartment. It's a 2K.
"The futon has arrived too, but where do you want to sleep? Here, or in the bedroom? Though, the space is a bit tight."
"It's fine, even if it's tight. I'll be out looking for a new place on weekends, so I won't be around much. As long as there's a place to sleep, it's fine."
"If you're okay with it, then it's fine. But I was surprised. After 20 years, you look completely different."
"Well, my mom used to dress me in girls' clothes for fun. When you cried after finding out I was a boy, it really hurt my young heart."
"Really? I heard I treated you like a little brother."
He seemed cool from his appearance, but he was easy to talk to. Well, it's only until he finds a new place, so let's take it easy.
Living together went more smoothly than I expected. Our work hours are different, and we have separate breakfasts.
Sometimes, I leave scrambled eggs and sausages for him. Dinner is prepared by whoever gets home first. I'm glad Mike can cook. On weekends, we play rock-paper-scissors to decide who cooks. If we don't need dinner, we let each other know.
As he said initially, he spends weekends looking for a new place, so I have plenty of time to myself during the day. On Fridays, we watch DVDs together. It's going better than I thought.
"It's hard to find a place that meets all the conditions. I don't like unit baths, but if I avoid them, the rent is high..."
It seemed like finding a place was tough.
I woke up in the middle of the night on Saturday.
"Are you still up? Looking at your phone in the dark is bad for your eyes."
"Oh, did I wake you? I was just checking if there are any good places online."
"Hmm. You could find a roommate and share a place. You're handsome, Mike, so you'll get a girlfriend soon. Then you could live with her."
I'm in favor of living together before marriage. Though I've never lived with a boyfriend before. Mike turned off his phone. He got up and placed his hand on my bed.
"Hey, does that mean it's okay if the roommate is you, Lisa?"
"...Huh?"
The conversation took an unexpected turn, and my sleepy head suddenly woke up. The bed creaked, and my wrists were pinned to the sheets.
"I've been feeling hungry lately. What I'm missing is you, Lisa."
"Mike...?"
"I don't like being called that..."
He said in a low voice, almost to himself, and then bit my lips. As if that wasn't enough, he slipped his tongue through the slight gap in my lips. He traced my teeth, licked my palate, and entwined his tongue with mine, which had shrunk in surprise.
"Stop... This is too much..."
"Really? Your body doesn't seem to mind. You're making such an inviting face just from a kiss."
At some point, my wrists were freed. But I couldn't push him away. If I pushed him with both hands, he didn't seem like he would force me. Yet, I didn't push or brush him off; instead, I clung to the sleeve of his T-shirt.
That gesture was undoubtedly an agreement to what was about to happen and a retraction of my previous words.
He climbed fully onto the bed and started unbuttoning my pajamas. The small light from the night lamp illuminated my skin. My body, wearing nothing underneath, was exposed.
"You have no idea what I thought every time I saw a glimpse of your cleavage. I undressed you in my imagination many times. But you're even more beautiful than I imagined."
I didn't know how to react, so I looked away. He didn't seem to mind and bit my collarbone.
"Ouch..."
"Does it hurt? I'll be gentler next time."
"Don't bite me, it'll leave a mark..."
"It'll last longer than a hickey. It's like a collar. I don't intend to leave any room for other men."
I was careless. I thought I understood that he was no longer a three-year-old, but I still looked for traces of the past and overlooked the present.
His large hand touched my chest. Though he touched gently, he occasionally squeezed hard, the varied caresses sharpening my senses.
"Ah..."
A sweet voice escaped, and I quickly pressed my lips together to stifle it. He gently traced my lips with his thumb.
"I want to hear your voice. The voice of you feeling good."
A tingling sensation spread as he lightly pinched the peak of my breast, making me hold my breath in pleasure.
There was no way he would miss that reaction. He lightly scratched, squeezed harder, and skillfully changed his approach to gauge my response. He nibbled with his soft lips, rolled with his tongue, and when he bit sweetly, my body trembled exaggeratedly.
"Ah, ah, don't do that, ah, ah..."
Encouraged by my reaction, he became bolder. He rolled my nipple in his mouth while teasing the other with his fingers. The pleasure was almost too much for my body, which had been neglected without a boyfriend recently.
He stroked my thighs, which had gone limp. Just being stroked, he stopped just short of touching my center. My moist secret place eagerly awaited new stimulation.
"If you want more, show me by spreading your legs."
The last bit of reason in my head tried to stop me. My body, craving more, and my reason clashed in my mind. Unable to reach a conclusion, I hesitated. Frustrated, he traced the edge of my thigh, barely touching.
His fingers had just touched me. The sensation from earlier overpowered my reason, and I hesitantly spread my legs.
"Very well done. You're a good girl, Lisa."
Just lightly tracing my slit made a wet sound. His fingers scooped up the overflowing nectar and used it as lubrication to rub my slit faster. His nails lightly grazed my clit, making my body shudder.
"Ah, ah, not there..."
"More? You're greedy."
"No, that's not... Ah!"
He lightly stroked my clit, making me cry out. My back arched. He traced my spine, making my body tremble. He rubbed my clit between his thumb and forefinger, deepening the pleasure. The familiar sensation of climax swelled within me.
"No, I'm going to come. Ah, ah, I'm coming!"
"Not yet."
He suddenly pulled his hand away. He licked the nectar that dripped between his fingers and then licked my clit directly. Reflexively, I tried to close my legs, but he held them open and invited his tongue deeper.
He licked up the dripping nectar and flicked my clit with his tongue.
"Ah!"
He nibbled with his soft lips, sucked, and a shiver ran down my spine. My body, on the verge of climax, obediently accepted the pleasure.
I felt a large amount of nectar flow out again. He scooped it up with his tongue and spread it over my clit, mixing shame and pleasure. My hips trembled.
"Ah, ah, I'm coming! Ah, ah, I'm coming! Ah!"
A sharp pleasure shot through my back, giving me goosebumps. The forcibly suppressed pleasure exploded. I squirted, and all the strength left my body.
"You even squirted, how erotic. Your face is all wet."
"Mike..."
"It's Michael."
He firmly rejected the familiar name. I couldn't help but change it when he looked at me so seriously.
"Michael..."
I accurately pronounced his name. He smiled, satisfied. The words I had intended to say earlier slipped out.
"I want more..."
"Do you have a condom?"
"Yes, around here..."
I opened the drawer by the bedside and took one out.
"Open it."
As I tried to open the package, his tongue entered the shallow part of my entrance. The stimulation was too strong for my freshly climaxed body, making my fingers tremble and the package hard to open.
"I can't open it. Don't do that, I'll come again!"
"Next time, I'll make you come with mine, so do your best."
Those were his merciless words. I had no choice but to stifle my moans and tear open the package.
Finally, I handed him the condom. He left my nectar-filled entrance and put it on his erect member. Seeing it, thicker and longer than I expected, made me gulp and slightly pull back my hips.
"Don't run away."
He positioned himself at my entrance and pushed in. My tight entrance easily accepted him, gripping tightly and not letting go.
It fit perfectly, as if it had been made for him.
"The fit is too good. I've never felt such a tight grip. I might come right away..."
He started moving vigorously, hitting deep inside. Each thrust made my insides tighten. I wrapped my arms around Michael's neck.
"Lisa, Lisa. I've always loved you. Lisa."
He called my name repeatedly, sounding desperate, making my heart tighten. He thrust deeply, making my insides tighten, and the feeling of climax rose.
"Ah, ah, I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Me too, I'm about to..."
"Ah, ah, I'm coming! Ah!"
"...!"
I hugged Michael's trembling body tightly.
After quickly cleaning up, he was now wiping my body with a warm towel. Youth is amazing, so tough. As for me, I was too exhausted to even move a finger.
"You're completely at my mercy."
"Thanks to you, I can't move. You said you've always loved me, since you were three? But I wasn't your first, right?"
"I used the train line that passed by your university to commute to high school. Sometimes your mom would send me photos of you, so I always knew. Once, we happened to be on the same train, and I recognized you immediately. You were even cuter in person than in the photos."
He chuckled, saying I seemed completely unaware. Well, we did take photos on family trips, but I didn't know they were being sent.
"I always knew, but I hate photos. I didn't send any proper photos because I wanted to surprise you when we met. No wonder you forgot."
I was at a loss for words. I had completely forgotten until he mentioned it.
"It's not fair. You knew everything, and I knew nothing."
I pouted, feeling a bit cute.
He lifted me and laid me on the futon with the sheets. He took the sheets and soon I heard the low sound of the washing machine. How considerate.
"Sleep here tonight. It's almost dawn, so you can nap until noon."
"Yeah, I'm tired. Sleepy..."
"Come closer."
He pulled me into his strong arms, and I rested my head on his arm. My eyelids grew heavy.
"When you wake up, let's look for a place together, considering living together. Even if I'm hungry, you'll satisfy me."
"But first, we need to talk..."
I lost to sleepiness and couldn't finish my sentence. We need to talk first. Living together can wait until we know each other better. We need to sun the sheets, discuss our future, and buy ingredients for tomorrow's dinner before looking for a place.
But that's for after I wake up. For now, I want to sleep in his arms.
Fin.
