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 stood frozen on the veranda.
Yuzuru, who was swimming around happily like a fish in the lake, wondered where she was. He looked over at her. Ayame was still standing up there on the veranda, rooted to the spot.
What's wrong with her, he thought to himself, and swam towards the shore.
"Aya? Are you coming?" he called out to her, but she didn't answer.
He was a little worried now and hurried to get out of the water and run back to her. Heavens, hopefully something bad wasn't going to happen again...
She stared at him and his nakedness snapped her out of her stupor. "Yuzu, what are you doing? You're going to catch a cold!"
"Aya!" he was already standing in front of her on the porch, wet and naked, water dripping off him and wetting the wooden floor where he stood. "What's wrong with you? You looked completely frozen and didn't get into the water! I'm worried..."
She sighed. "Let me get a bath towel for you first!"
Luckily, it was a warm summer's day. Still... Yuzuru was so susceptible sometimes! She was quickly back to him and wrapped him in the large bath towel.
"Come on, let's sit here for a while. It's... it's all good." She tried to reassure him.
When they were seated on their cushions again, it was Ayame's turn to put her thoughts into words, like Yuzuru earlier.
"I..." she began, "... I suddenly realized my path!"
"What, where did that come from all of a sudden? You were completely unsure about it just a moment ago, weren't you?" Yuzuru was very surprised. A few minutes ago, the situation had been completely different.
"Yes, I know..." continued Ayame. She thought for a moment. Then she looked directly into his questioning eyes.
"Yuzu... when you jumped into the water so happily and liberated earlier and waved at me... I suddenly knew it!"
"What do you mean?"
"I saw you... and I felt so much love welling up inside me that it almost hurt. I realized that I've been on my new path for quite a while... because this path has been the path to you from the beginning, Yuzu...! You are my path, my destination, my future...!"
Yuzuru gulped audibly and stared at her as Ayame continued.
"When you described your show earlier, I realized shortly afterwards: your show is our show, we're both part of it. So why would I want to do anything else now?"
"Oh..."
"I want to be by your side now, Yuzu. Not pursuing some professional career, or a degree. Right now, you're the most important thing in my life. I want to be there for you, to support you. I want to be a part of your life. Maybe... someday... start a family, have children..."
"Oh Aya..." Yuzuru took her in his arms. He buried his face against her neck and began to cry.
"You're the only one I can actually believe. I've met so many hypocrites..." he sobbed.
"I know what you've already achieved in your life, what difficulties you've overcome. I know that you can achieve anything you want in the future, and I would never stop you!" He slowly calmed down again.
"Still, I sense now that you are really and truly serious about this... that you want to put me and my goals before your own now... I would never agree to this if I wasn't so sure how important it is to you!"
"That's right, Yuzu. You've shown me so much of yourself in the few weeks we've known each other. I've seen your affection, your love, your humor, your fear, anger and rage, all the pain. You told me how you always gave everything, and they took too much from you - always gave something back, but that wasn't enough. Because it almost broke you."
Ayame took his face in her hands.
"It's not enough if you spend minutes chatting to the fans after a show and they lie at your feet and cheer for you. When you return home afterwards, you're alone again... and lonely. That can't happen anymore! It's time someone will be by your side, waiting for you at home, holding you when you're exhausted, running you a bath and sleeping by your side so you don't have to wake up the next day in an empty, cold bed. I want to be that someone for you, Yuzu!"
She kissed the tears from his cheeks. "Everything else can wait..."
Yuzuru hugged her for minutes, saying nothing more, because everything had been said.
Then he kissed her, finally lifting her up, the towel slipping from his waist; he didn't care.
He carried her in his arms into the bedroom and laid her gently on the futon. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second as he began to undress her slowly and tenderly. Ayame smiled at him, caressing his cheek, his arms, his chest.
He just wanted to feel her intensely now. He carefully turned her on her side, lay down behind her, took her in his arms and wrapped her up completely, pulling her body tightly against him.
There was no hurry, only peace. Nothing had to happen, everything was allowed to happen.
He kissed her neck, bit her gently a little. Ayame laughed softly and cuddled up to him even more. They lay like that for a while, their warmth enveloping them, and they sank completely into each other again.
At some point, Yuzuru's hands found her breasts as if by magic. So soft and firm at the same time, they fit perfectly in his cupped hands. He stroked them gently, massaging them a little, and Ayame whimpered. He felt her pelvis beginning to move as she pressed herself against him.
Yuzuru knew he had to take precautions now... He reached blindly and with a practiced movement for the condom packet lying next to the pillow...
Only moments later, he was back with her. She was waiting for him, her back still turned to him, and Yuzuru knew what she expected from him now.
He tenderly stroked the back of her thighs with small movements, and his hand knew where he could find the wetness so desired...
Ayame pressed herself against his touch, moaning softly, seeking the friction.
He gave her this pleasure with long, slender fingers, stimulating her gently and firmly at the same time, in a slow, controlled rhythm. Ayame stretched her arms out, moaning in her rising excitement as she rumpled the sheets and blankets lying there.
Yuzuru kissed her shoulder and tried to calm her down a little. He withdrew his fingers from her, changing his position a little to find the perfect angle... and slowly slid into her from behind until he had filled her completely.
Their shared sounds of pleasure were intense as the union felt incredibly good this way.
They were connected once again.
For a moment, they just lay there, feeling the energy rising inside them.
Then Yuzuru began to thrust slowly and calmly. Ayame matched his rhythm within seconds and they moved in perfect harmony. His thrusts became stronger, but not faster. He clung to her as best the position allowed.
The intensity of their encounter inevitably brought their climaxes closer. Yuzuru's fingers found their way back to Ayame's pearl and he searched for the one spot in her heat...
It happened simultaneously, for they were one in that moment... they came, moaning in unison with one last powerful thrust. Their bodies vibrated together, uncontrollably in the rising vibration of their orgasms, and they flew together to all heights.
