No Blossom

V

"Is this position uncomfortable for you? You can lean against the wall. Yes, like that".

She made sure I was sitting upright and facing her before letting me inside her. But even though I could see it all, it still managed to take me by surprise. It wasn't just how warm she was inside, but it was the way she moved. She wasn't doing it very fast, if she had done that, I wouldn't have been able to hold it for long.

Because I was a bit more in control that night compared to the night before, I took advantage of my clarity and watched her closely. Every time that she slid me out of her, I could feel the fluids drip down and onto my lap. It left my skin warm and a little sticky.

"Okajima-san...I'm going to..." I moaned, catching her attention.

I remembered her to have gotten frustrated when I said that last time, but this time she wasn't angry at all. Instead she nodded and told me it was alright, I could let it out whenever I was ready. Her words were reassuring, but the more I tried to hold back, the harder it got.

It felt so good inside her that I thought I would lose my mind, the feeling only got stronger and stronger the longer she moved on me. I think she could sense that I was close, because when I was just about to come, she stopped moving her hips and let me all the way inside her. I came so hard that all I could do was cling to her.

But at the same time she began to get tighter around me, until she started to pulsate in sync with me.
I didn't understand what was happening at first, but when I heard her huff into my shoulder, I realized that she had just come. She...came?

I couldn't believe it, firstly because I didn't know I could make her feel good as well, and secondly because she came so quietly that unless I hadn't felt it myself, I probably wouldn't have noticed.

"Good, you did good", She lifted her face and eyed me closely. Her hand settled on my cheek and cupped it, the action was comforting, almost like a reward. "R-Really?" I asked her with a shaky voice and looked at her pleadingly, she nodded and then diverted her gaze at my hands, which were still gripping her tightly. I quickly let go of her and apologized after seeing the marks of my fingers on her skin.

After that she took a shower at my place and we ate the sushi that I had bought a day before. It wasn't very fresh anymore and frankly I wasn't pleased with the taste at all, but Okajima-san didn't complain, she just ate it.

It was such a strange situation for me to be in, and to be honest I was having a hard time looking her in the eye for a while. We weren't even dating yet we had done it twice by then. She didn't seem to be interested in me either, which was unsettling because I wasn't too sure how I felt about people who did it outside a relationship, let alone without any romantic feelings involved.

But I couldn't really deny the fact that I liked it, I really did, and the feeling didn't go away after I came. "Okajima-san, are you from Tokyo?" I decided to break the silence. We hadn't really told each other about ourselves before, and even if she wasn't interested in knowing about me, I wanted to know more about her.

"Gunma", She answered bluntly. "Anything else?"

I thought for a while about what I should ask her about next, because despite wanting to know quite a few things about her, I didn't want to annoy her with too many questions. "How old are you?" I bit my tongue after the words had left my lips. I had heard somewhere that it was rude to ask a woman her age, though I wasn't sure why.

"I'm 26", She responded and gulped down the rest of her water. So she was older, it wasn't by much but I had expected her to have been at least my age if not younger. But when I observed her more closely, her features were much sharper and darker than the other day when I bumped into her near the subway.

She was beautiful.

"I need to get going, thanks for the food", She stood up after checking the time. I snapped out of my thoughts and instinctively almost reached my hand out to her, but stopped. What was I doing? I didn't want her to leave, though unsure why. But she had to leave, it was late and she had her own life to return to. I was not a part of it.

She walked into the hall and put her shoes on, then her long coat and her gloves. I barely had the chance to run after her before she opened the door and got ready to leave. "Okajima-san!" I called out to her and she stopped, turning her head towards me. What could I say to her? That I didn't want her to leave? That I wanted to see her again? That would be just...She would think I was crazy.

But was it crazy of me to want to meet her again?

"Oh, you want to do it again?" She tilted her head and gazed at my pants. No! Y-Yes- But that wasn't what I had meant.

"I'll come again".

And she did come again. In fact, she came almost everyday.

I don't know how she knew what time I got off work or if it was pure coincidence, but everyday I came home after work, ate and took a shower, and then she was there. Sometimes she brought us something to eat too, though I was often too nervous to eat anything.

The third time we did it on my bed, which was a bit more comfortable for me than the floor or the kitchen chair. That time I came twice and so hard that my eyes watered. When I opened my eyes, she was watching me without blinking. Then she smiled. It was the first time that I'd ever seen her smile when we had done it. I thought I was going to melt.

One day the next week she asked me to take a shower with her. I was too flustered to say anything, but she took my hand and the next thing I knew was the hot water on my back. We did it there too, and even after I was sure I couldn't come anymore, I came again.

By the second week I had gotten so used to seeing her, that if she was taking a little longer than usual, I began to panic that maybe she wouldn't come. And sometimes she didn't, then I would feel empty and alone until she appeared there at my front door again, dressed in the same brown trench coat and heels.

Whenever I saw her, I wanted to cling onto her and ask her to stay just a little longer, even by a minute. Her voice and touch were so comforting, my need for her grew the more she gave me.

But at the end of the day I knew she likely didn't feel the same way about me.