"I'm sorry... I ended up asking you to carry my luggage to my room..."
"No worries. I couldn't just stand by and watch a woman carry such heavy luggage by herself. Since our rooms are next to each other and we're going the same way, it's no trouble at all."
"John, you're handsome and kind... You must be very popular."
"I won't deny it. But I might be the type who can't get the attention of the person I like... haha."
Just having this trivial conversation made my heart race.
After all, the person I was talking to was John, my neighbor, whom I've admired since I moved in.
He happened to pass by and offered to help when I was struggling with a heavy box of vegetables sent by my family.
"Thank you for carrying it this far! If you don't mind, would you like to take some vegetables with you?"
"Oh, that would be great. I'll gladly accept."
"Ah... I don't have a bag to put the vegetables in around here... so could you wait at the entrance for a moment?"
"Sure, take your time."
Even though it was just the entrance, I felt a slight sense of guilt for letting a man into my room, and I was embarrassed for thinking that way.
To dispel those thoughts, I quickly moved my side job tools aside and focused on finding a suitable bag.
"Um... I wonder if there's a sturdy and clean bag."
Just being so conscious about finding a bag for the vegetables made me realize how much I truly admired John.
And my gaze naturally moved to my work tools.
The times I used them while imagining a passionate night with John were the most exhilarating.
"John..."
Even though he couldn't hear me from the entrance, I softly called his name in a voice that seemed to disappear in an instant.
"What? Did you call me?"
"...huh, what!?"
"Sorry to startle you. But I couldn't just wait quietly... I remembered your sweet voice that I sometimes hear, and I couldn't stay still."
As John spoke, he closed the distance between us, and by the time he finished speaking, he was squatting in front of me, who had fallen to the floor in surprise, and smiled gently at me from the same eye level.
My mind went into a panic, shutting out all information except for the fact that John was right in front of me.
After spending a few seconds unable to move, just exchanging glances with John, I noticed his gaze shift to another place.
"Oh... so you use these kinds of things, huh, Emily?"
"Ah... th-that is..."
Even though I had planned to use it that night, I regretted leaving it out, but it was too late.
He picked up the pink vibrator that was closest to him, turned back to me, and moved so close that I couldn't escape.
"This is my confession. We've been just neighbors until now, but I wasn't the only one who was aware of you. It was you who made me conscious of you."
"Ah... um, what do you mean by that?"
He lifted me up and moved me to the bed, seating me with my back against the wall.
This was the spot where I usually used my tools.
The sound of a switch clicking on was followed by the loud vibration in the quiet room.
"The walls in this apartment are surprisingly thin, and voices carry. My bedroom is right on the other side of this wall, with my bed right there... so I've heard you call my name and get wet alone many times."
"No way... ah, ah..."
The pink vibrator he held with his fingertips touched my collarbone and gradually moved down, following the curve of my chest, and gently pressed against the tip.
Even though it was over my clothes, the atmosphere made me more sensitive, giving me a sweet, tingling sensation that spread throughout my body.
"Yes, that voice... while listening to that voice, I also... I imagined us really being together. If your feelings for me are not just a fleeting emotion, can I hope for more?"
"Ah... wait, I'll answer, so please stop your hand..."
When he pinched the vibrator and the tip together, my hips jerked.
Thinking I couldn't give a proper answer in this state, I asked him to stop, but his hand slid down to my lower abdomen.
It moved under my skirt, towards my underwear.
It was easy to imagine where it would end up, and my body, already starting to react, was very honest.
"Call me with that sweet voice, like you always do. I'll take that as your answer."
"Ah... John... I like you."
"Hearing you say that while looking directly at me... it makes the gentlemanly side of me disappear."
Right after I confessed my feelings, he rewarded me by softly pressing the vibrator against my sensitive bud, moving it down to the slit, and then back to the bud.
The joy of mutual feelings and the perfectly timed stimulation from the vibrator quickly made my underwear wet with nectar.
"Ah, ah... John... that stimulation is frustrating."
"Yeah... your underwear is already wet. Since it's our first time as lovers, I'd like to take my time with foreplay, but do you want me to use my fingers or my tongue?"
"Huh? Um..."
When the vibrator was turned off, the lack of stimulation made me crave it even more.
But the two choices John gave me felt too explicit, making me hesitate to say what I wanted... but I wanted the stimulation quickly.
The conflict didn't last long.
"I want your beautiful long fingers... to loosen me up, both outside and inside."
My ears and the top of my head felt hot.
Even though I tried to think there was nothing to be embarrassed about since he had already heard my embarrassing voice, having the person I liked right in front of me made it a different level of embarrassment.
"You honestly said what you wanted... then, as you wish. Oh, but first..."
Our eyes met for a moment, and then the distance closed to zero, and it took me a moment to realize we were kissing.
"Mmm... mmm..."
While I was distracted by the kiss, I found myself lying on my back.
My underwear was slightly moved aside, and two warm fingers, different from my own, entered, stroking the slit and gathering nectar.
Just having something there that wasn't under my control made me feel the stimulation many times more sensitively.
"Ah, ah... ah..."
"Such a cute voice... don't hold back, let it out. And you're so wet."
John's fingers, covered in a clear liquid, were in front of me, and when he tried to spread them, a string of nectar formed between them.
"No... you don't have to show me that..."
"Knowing that you're this wet because of me makes me happy."
His whole hand slipped under my underwear, and I felt his fingers on my bud and slit, moving up and down.
The bud became more sensitive with each stroke.
"Ah, ah... John... it feels so good... ah, John..."
Just as I was about to climax, the stimulation eased, and as I writhed, his fingers suddenly entered the slit, making my hips jerk.
He repeated shallow thrusts, gradually going deeper, and I felt both pleasure and love, making me wrap my arms around John's neck.
"...I was so focused on making you feel good, Emily, that I didn't realize. Would it have been better if I talked more?"
"I felt your affection so strongly... it made my heart flutter. I don't just want your fingers... I want you, John."
"That's too cute... I'll use this."
He took a condom from a box near the dildo, held it in his mouth, and prepared himself with urgency.
Seeing his erect member for the first time, I could tell it was throbbing.
"It's embarrassing to be stared at..."
"Oh, sorry... I was just thinking about how you got like this because of me."
"Haha, I guess it's mutual. I might not be able to hold back much longer."
While talking, he quickly removed my underwear, unhooked my bra, and pushed it up with my top.
His words made my heart race.
He held my knees, lifted my hips slightly, and positioned himself between my legs, our genitals touching.
"Even though I'm nervous, I don't feel like I'm losing my erection."
The stimulation from his member moving to coat itself with my nectar made my hips tingle with pleasure.
"I'm going in."
With that sudden declaration, he gradually entered, spreading my slit.
There was almost no friction, just a pleasant pressure indicating his depth.
He stopped when he reached the deepest part.
"Emily, your inside is tight, but it feels like you're welcoming me."
"I've always liked you, John. Maybe my body just knows."
"That's amazing. Emily, does it hurt or feel uncomfortable?"
"I'm fine. I just want to see you enjoying yourself, John."
"...That's not fair."
With those words, he started thrusting, and his expression changed completely.
Sometimes he closed his eyes, lost in pleasure, sometimes he watched our joined parts, sometimes he smiled at me, and sometimes he brushed his sweaty hair back.
It was like a scene from the passionate night I had imagined, making me feel like I was dreaming.
But the pleasure rising from my lower abdomen told me this was real.
The pleasure wasn't just mine; it was something we shared.
"Ah, John... I can't hold it..."
"I know... you're so tight inside. Let's come together."
He seemed to sense I was close, showing a brief smile before losing himself in the pleasure, thrusting harder.
The increased pressure and pleasure made my body feel like it was about to burst.
"I'm sorry for rushing things. Even though I confessed and all."
"I'm the one who should apologize. I didn't know you could hear me... I'm sorry!"
"But because of that, we're together now. Oh, can I ask about these toys?"
"Ah... please don't judge me. I review products as a side job. I have to write and draw about them, so I use them to express my experience."
"I see, that's an interesting job. But the reviews don't have to be solo, right?"
"Well, there's no rule about that."
"Got it. Then let's use them together from now on."
His words reassured me that what just happened wasn't a dream or a one-time passion, and I felt a sweet anticipation for our future together.
"Please be gentle with me."
Fin.
