A Chance Encounter: From Mixer to More

On Friday, I went to a mixer, hit it off with a super handsome guy over TV dramas and movies, spent the night together surprisingly easily, and now I'm at the station gate.

"Is your body okay?"

"I'm fine."

"Well then, see you."

After he left, I remembered that I had forgotten to ask for his contact information. By then, his back had disappeared into the crowd.

Why did I do something so careless? And then, at the beginning of the week,

"Overtime..."

I muttered in a volume that no one could hear in the sparsely populated office. It's not that the progress was bad or anything. Just don't tell me about changes in specifications right before the end of the workday. At least give me three hours' notice. But I have to do it. As I was thinking that and getting my spirits up, a paper cup was quietly placed in front of me.

"Here's some coffee."

"Thanks, Alex. Are you working overtime too?"

"Yeah, well... There's a change in specifications on my end too..."

Alex is considerate. My colleague, who started at the same time as me, is meticulous in his work, and although he's not very sociable, his gestures like bowing are graceful. He has a clean appearance, and I really like his well-groomed nails. He's the type who doesn't miss a beat. But those thick glasses... His nerdy glasses are probably his most defining feature.

"The changes in specifications are done, so let's go home."

"They say voice memories don't last. I don't know who said it, but hey, Lisa?"

I turned around, recognizing the way he called my name and his intonation. I met eyes with Alex, who had unusually taken off his glasses. That face was unmistakably the handsome guy I met at the mixer.

"Huh, what? Kevin...? Wait, but the name, you're not twins or something..."

"It's a long story, let's change the place."

I left the company with him, who had put his glasses back on.

Not really understanding what was going on, I found myself waiting for the pasta I ordered at an Italian restaurant.

"Alex, you introduced yourself as Kevin Sonezaki back then. Who exactly are you?"

"Sonezaki is my mother's maiden name... and Kevin is my brother's name... After that, the other members said the same thing."

His voice trailed off at the end. He seemed to realize he had done something wrong.

"Why the fake name?"

"It was just awkward. I was pretty much forced to go to the mixer, and then I found out a colleague from work, and not just any colleague, but someone who started at the same time as me, was there. I was nervous that my voice would give me away."

While eating the pasta that had been brought to us, we talked about that day bit by bit. The conversation wasn't as lively as it was at the mixer, but it never stopped.

"Somehow, it still doesn't feel real. Maybe this is a dream, and I'll wake up to an alarm."

"Well, I did surprise you with a lot of things all of a sudden, mostly because of me. But if you're unsure, why don't we confirm it? Let's do the same thing as back then."

With a sweet smile, there was no option to refuse.

We are kissing on the same bed in the love hotel as back then. Just the kiss feels good. As our tongues entwine, I catch a whiff of men's cologne.

"...Alex."

"Call me by my name. Do you remember my name?"

"I-I remember. ...Ethan."

"You can call me by my first name. I'll call you Lisa."

My heart skipped a beat at the new way of addressing each other. I wrapped my arms around his neck and begged for a kiss. As we kissed deeply, Ethan's large hand unbuttoned my blouse one by one. His lips touched the line of my exposed collarbone.
He unhooked my bra, and his hand touched me directly.

"Ah..."

His slightly cool hand touched my chest, and a shiver of tension ran through my body. As he kneaded my chest with varying pressure, I instinctively covered my eyes with my arm, but he took my hand and lightly kissed my fingertips. My swollen nipples, filled with anticipation, were lightly scratched, making their presence even more pronounced.

"Ah, ah, ah! No, that, don't!"

"You don't really mean no or don't. You're begging for more with your bright red, swollen nipples."

Accepting the pleasure obediently, my greedy body and the waves of pleasure made me feel like I was losing myself. Without being able to say yes or no, my sensitive nipples were pressed and twisted by his fingertips, and when he sucked on them, my hips trembled.

As if not missing even the slightest reaction, he rolled my nipples in his mouth and lightly bit them. I raised my voice in pleasure, and my stimulated chest tingled even more.

While kissing for who knows how many times, we undressed each other. Even though we still had our underwear on, he didn't seem to mind, and he stroked the slit that was soaking through the fabric. Without even looking, I could tell it was soaking wet, and I could feel it seeping out.

"You're too wet. Does it feel that good?"

"Ah, ha, ah! It feels good... more."

"You're good at begging and greedy."

He kissed my inner thigh, and honey dripped out. He removed the last piece of clothing from my legs and spread the slit open with his long fingers. His fingertips rubbed against my swollen clit, and a high-pitched moan escaped my lips. While focusing on rubbing my clit, he thrust his tongue into my honey pot.

"Ah, ah! If you do that, ah, no!"

"It's okay, just come once."

He thrust his tongue in and out vigorously, pinched my clit, and my hips jerked.

"Ah, ah, I'm coming! I'm coming! Ah, ah!"

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. Honey dripped out in large quantities. He licked up the overflowing honey and placed his fingertips on my parted lips.

"Lick it."

I gently wrapped my tongue around his index and middle fingers. I licked the pads of his fingers, simultaneously stroking the sensitive areas inside my mouth.

"You're good at this. Licking so eagerly."

He wiped away the tears that had naturally fallen.

He pulled his fingers out, and his thoroughly wet fingertips lightly rubbed the entrance. The entrance, overflowing with honey, easily swallowed his two fingers, tightening sweetly and overflowing with more honey. He went deeper and rubbed my G-spot.

"Ah, there, it feels good!"

He moved his fingers separately, rubbing places that had never been rubbed before. The pleasure was so intense that my toes curled, and my fingertips slid on the sheets.

Before I knew it, I had accepted his ring finger as well, and his three fingers stirred my honey pot vigorously, making wet sounds with each thrust, rubbing me inside and out, and my vision blurred.

"Ah, ah, ha, no, I'm going to come again!"

"Hold on. Next, come with mine."

I took shallow breaths to escape the pleasure. As I took a deep breath, he thrust his sheathed member deep inside me. My insides clung tightly to the long-awaited object, squeezing it and inviting it deeper.

"Ah, it's so hot inside. You're squeezing too tight. I feel like I'm going to lose it soon..."

"Ah, ah, it's good!"

With each thrust of his hips, our skin slapped together. Suddenly, he flipped me over, changing to a back position. The different stimulation made my back arch.

"Ah, no! I'm coming, I'm coming!"

"I'm about to come too."

He pounded my depths, stimulating my chest as he hugged me from behind. Just before climax, the heat in my body rose to an incomparable level. He pulled my nipples, and I gripped the sheets tightly. My vision exploded.

"Ah, I'm coming! Ah, ah, ah!"

"I'm coming!"

My insides tightened even more, and I fully enjoyed the pleasure.

We dozed off in a daze on the bed. I felt exhausted, tired, and sleepy.

"Let's take a bath. What time is it now?"

"Now? It's just past 11:30 PM. The last train is at 12:45 AM."

Even if we took a bath and got ready, we would have plenty of time. Well, we should be able to make it home, probably. As I prepared the bath and washed my hair, Ethan said he wanted to join me, and after some back and forth, I gave in.

"Don't look too much."

"Now? You were letting me see and touch everywhere just a while ago."

That's that, and this is this.

"What do you think? Should we start dating? You know me even when I'm not looking my best. I think you appreciate my inner qualities. At the mixer, it might have been my looks, though."

"I don't know if I like you."

"Really? But I think it would be a waste to end it like this."

I felt the same way. I thought it was just a one-night stand, but I had a feeling it would turn into a long-term relationship.

Fin.