Eros' Stray Arrows

7. For Her

You and your boyfriend have been dating for over years now, you're both very happy and love each other very much, hell it's almost as if you two were already married, but you're both still studying and you clearly don't want to be a parent.

One day though, you two go on a date and it's very romantic, something took over you, it's been a long time since you guys' last almost sex event (you'd always answer with "sometime"). Now you want him, you can't hold it in anymore, you lean over the table and whisper in your boyfriends ear "you. Me. Your place. Now"

Your boyfriend grins and gets up, almost jumping off the chair he was sitting on "check please!"

Of course you both split the bill and head off to the fated place.

It's not very difficult to reach your boyfriend place; it happens to be located only a few blocks away from the school, behind a small shop with the sign "Kemono's Oriental Clinic".

Once you get to the front door you're surprised to see that his house is most unusual. The structure is the same as all other houses in your city, but the decoration is what sets it apart, it is covered in symbols that just don't any make sense to you; noticing your confusion, he explains, "Mom drew these, it's supposed to be something to help ward off bad influences. It's a cultural thing."

Your boyfriend smiles and produces a key. With a click the door unlocks and the two of you step inside. If the exterior was unusual, the interior is even moreso; the first thing that catches your eye is the door; it's a sliding door, covered with some sort of film or paper that effectively prevents anyone from seeing beyond it. Why they would need something like that, considering whoever got in had to get past the front door, is anyone's guess...

"Mom! I'm home!" He yells, and waits for a response. When none comes, he grins at you. "Looks like we're in the clear, c'mon!" He slides the door open and leads you inside. You note a distinct lack of chairs and the tables seem a bit too low; after some thought, you guess that you're supposed to lower yourself to the ground in order to accommodate the furniture. You also note that most of the floor seems to be covered in a soft carpet, which feels great under your feet. You admire it as your boyfriend  takes you to the back of the house, to the door to his  room.

"Here we are, babe. My room." He makes a show of opening the door and letting you peer inside.

Wanting to be polite, and curious, you do what he's clearly inviting you to do and take a look. The interior is quite homey; a sizable but modest bed is covered with soft cushions and blankets, and the remaining space is filled with a vanity table, a large closet, and some small shelves. You see a number of books, but the topmost shelf gives pride of place to three well-loved stuffed dolls. Your boyfriend notices where you're looking and gives you a sheepish grin. "Ah... a boy sometimes likes to keep her old comforters," he offers defensively, clearly embarrassed that you've seen them.

You politely slip inside, waiting for him to join you. He closes the door behind him, and with a practiced flourish removes his clothes, shortly followed by his underwear. You're surprised to see the boy's  forwardness, but you suppose this is what you came here for after all, so you smile and strip off your clothes.

He admires you as you undress, giving you ample opportunity to admire him back. As you examine each other, your eyes set on his hardening cock. It swells to an impressive size and points the same direction as her eyes - it certainly didn't look this big when it was tucked inside his pants.