This is the story of Ayame, a young artistic gymnast who, due to a stroke of fate, can no longer practise her sport. In search of a new purpose in life, she comes to Sendai from her home town of Sapporo by chance to work in the house of a famous fig...
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Ayame had calmed down a little, but she felt miserable. She had never thought that it would give her such a blow. Her nerves were fluttering and she had somehow barely felt her body when Yuzuru had accompanied her to her room after a while so that she could lie down and rest.
He supported her and even carried her when her legs suddenly gave out halfway through the walk. He simply lifted her up as if it was nothing. "Thank you..." she just stammered.
"Is it okay if I put you to bed?", he asked her quietly when they reached her room. "Yes, thank you, it's okay", her voice sounded weak and feeble. "Wait... can you stand for a minute?" "I'll try."
Yuzuru set her down and she remained on her feet, albeit a little wobbly.
He turned on the bedside lamp now, folded back the sheets and held out his hand to guide her to bed. Her hand was freezing cold. "My goodness, you're freezing!", he exclaimed. He hadn't noticed when he had carried her. "Come on, lie down first. I'll get another blanket from the closet in a minute."
She lay down and he pulled the thin cotton sheet over her. Now he wanted to get the blanket.
"Yuzuru?", her faint voice came to him. "Yes, Ayame?" "Will you lie with me until I fall asleep?"
***
Yuzuru was surprised at first when she asked him that. After all, they had never been this physically close before... until that night. On the other hand, it was a special situation they were in now. It hadn't been planned or foreseeable that something like this would happen.
Actually, it should have been a cozy, first evening together to celebrate good news and away from work and worries, where they could have gotten to know each other a little better. At least that had been Yuzuru's intention.
But now Ayame, who had usually seemed so strong, self-confident and even brash to him, was suddenly in pretty bad shape. She didn't seem to be feeling well at all. For him, it was now neither a question of morals nor of good manners whether it was okay to lie in bed with her. It was a question of caring that finally made him just do it.
"Is it okay if I lie behind you?" he asked quietly as he settled on the other side of the bed. "If you want, I can hold you." "That would be nice." Ayame sounded very tired.
So Yuzuru lay down on the bed, moved closer to her and finally felt her back close to his body. He pulled the warm blanket over the sheet that now covered them both before finally putting his arm around her and holding her tightly, very gently and carefully.
Ayame whimpered softly and snuggled up to him. "You're so warm," she said sleepily. "Yes, I always am," Yuzuru replied, smiling to himself. He was pleased that she was enjoying his warmth so much, even though it was still quite warm in the room anyway.
"I think I'm about to fall asleep..." whispered Ayame after a while. "Very well, just let go... I'll take care of you." "Thank you, Yuzuru..." and she drifted off to sleep.
***
He must have fallen asleep too, the excitement had exhausted him a little, which was not surprising.
When he suddenly woke up again with a jolt, Yuzuru didn't know where he was or how long he had been asleep. The dim light of the small bedside lamp still filled the room, and so he quickly realized that he was not in his room and in his own bed... but that he was with Ayame and had slept next to her!
He remembered everything on the spot. Her condition, her request to stay with him and his agreement to do it for her.
He was still lying in exactly the same position behind her, his arm still wrapped around her waist, his hand resting on her stomach. He heard her quiet breaths and felt the movement of her chest as it rose and fell gently.
His face was close to her neck, he could smell the delicate scent of her soap and feel the soft hairs on her skin. It had been a long time since he had lain at a woman's side. It felt good. And he suddenly noticed it......
His body reacted naturally to all the stimuli. The warmth, the softness, the closeness, the scent... the small, barely perceptible movements of the quietly breathing, sleeping woman whose back was snuggled close to his chest.
The base of her firm breasts, which moved gently to the rhythm of her breathing. Her soft curves were pressed tightly against his abdomen and now he could feel it very clearly...
Yuzuru involuntarily squeezed his eyes tightly shut and bit his lower lip.
What was he supposed to do? It obviously excited him to be lying here so close to Ayame, even though he didn't want that at all! He had absolutely no intention of taking advantage of this situation. That couldn't be allowed!
So there was only one solution to his dilemma: he had to move away from her so that he could no longer feel her. And to prevent her from waking up and realizing what was going on with him!
So he took a slow, deep breath, released his arm from her and carefully pulled it back. At the same time, he moved away from Ayame so that their bodies could no longer touch.
She moved a little and a soft whimper could be heard. But she didn't wake up. Yuzuru carefully slid out of bed and left the room as quietly and as quickly as he could, carefully closing the door behind him.
Outside, he leaned against the wall and groaned. He touched the bulging erection in his pants with his hand. God! How had he got so hard so quickly? Yuzuru couldn't believe it. But he knew what he had to do now to put an end to it.
