The Book of Firsts

Nineteen

"You’re determined to avoid Fridays now, huh?"

Kyou poured me a cup of very pale green tea, and offered me the faintest hint of a smile. "I’ve been fighting for Tuesdays all along. Fortune simply matched determination recently."

"What was the qualifier this week?"

"Go bang."

I looked at the smirk he couldn’t repress.

"I’m pretty good at go bang. We’ll have to play some time."

"I’ll bring it along next, oh, after the school trip."

"All prepared to fend off the hordes of devotees?"

"You ask that as if you don’t think it’s true."

I considered him, then said: "I’ve seen how most of the Art Club ogle you out the windows, but do people actually try to push themselves on you? Aren’t they worried they’ll get expelled for, you know, assault?"

"Most people are more sensible. But there’s a lot of accidental falling, and wardrobe malfunctions, and doors that are mysteriously locked. I’ve only had someone actually throw themselves on me a couple of times."

"It sounds tiring."

"One of the reasons we go about together so much is to limit opportunity. We’ll share a suite and watch each other’s backs on this trip." He grimaced. "With even more reason than usual."

"Any progress with the investigation?"

"Only with the headache it gives me. Let’s not talk about it."

"There’s definitely something more fun we could be doing. Oh, before we start, fair warning. Every hickey from now on will get two in return, in very obvious places."

"Spoilsport."

"If you and Rin want to send messages to each other, you can do it on each other’s chests."

"Not nearly as fun. Did he go a little overboard? Let me see." He leaned forward and unbuttoned my shirt. "Where? These are all mine—oh, there’s a couple. That doesn’t seem that excessive. How about I let you put one on me for every one you have?"

"Two. In very obvious places."

"I’m almost tempted, Cheshire. Come to think of it, telling everyone I have an out-of-town girlfriend would be an excellent strategy for reducing the pursuit."

"An out-of-town girlfriend you visited during Tuesday lunch?"

"Mere technical detail."

I shook my head, because speculation centred around the times we met was too great a risk. "Let’s go inside."

We went into the summer house, and paused to rinse the teapot and cups. Then I took off Kyou’s tie.

He reached for me, but I caught his hands and shook my head again, and went on undressing him, taking my time. Occasionally his hands would quiver as he held himself back from an active response, but he didn’t disobey, which pleased me.

Once he was naked, I found his tie and slipped it around his neck, tying a neat Windsor knot, and said: "Lie down."

His eyes were quite wide, but he did as he’d been told, and then looked up at me with a tiny smile on parted lips. "I feel this urge to say yes, mistress."

I smirked, and finished unbuttoning my shirt. "Maybe you should mewl."

He took in a breath, staring up at me, and said: "I’m finding that I may be kinkier than I thought."

"How kinky did you think you were?" I asked, dropping my shirt and tie on the coffee table, and unfastening my skirt.

"Well, I did think dom/sub play would be interesting, but I thought I was the dom."

"Oh?" I shed my pants, then sat on his lap, snug against his very erect penis. I looked down at him, then reached out and grabbed the tie, pulling so that he had to sit up. "So now you think otherwise?"

"My urge to press you down and punish you suggests maybe not." He slid his hands to my behind and squeezed firmly.

I nibbled on his collarbone, thinking about it. "I don’t think I could do that seriously. A bit of pretending, perhaps, but wrestling for control would be more fun. I’m not a sub, you’re not a sub, but we can dom at each other all you like."

His response was to firm his grip and lift me up. He balanced me precariously on one arm for a moment, using his free hand to reposition himself, and then slowly lowered me.

"See, you’re not good at being sub at all," I said, wriggling a little so that he was completely inside me.

"Theoretically, the sub is the one in control," Kyou said, his voice husky. "Cheshire, you better start moving soon, or I’m going to pound you into the floor."

"Impatient," I murmured, but it matched my needs anyway. I kissed him, tried grinding just a little, then pushed him backward and, keeping a grip on his hands, began to ride.

On top wasn’t something I’d tried before, but I liked that I could see Kyou’s expression, and that I could shift around in order to find a spot that felt extremely good. It was a lot more work, and took longer for me to come than I’d expected, but it also brought a different kind of orgasm, more whole-body. I sagged in the aftermath, and leaned forward on the support of Kyou’s hands.

"Tiny, but mesmerising," Kyou said, which confused me enormously until I followed the direction of his gaze and realised he’d been watching my breasts bounce.

"Have you decided if you’re a sub or a dom, yet?" I asked, squeezing him as best I could internally, and moving slowly up and down.

His eyes widened, then he said: "Do that thing with the tie again, and I’ll let you know."

Lashes lowered, I let go of his hands, but kept grinding on him slowly as I reached forward to catch hold of the tie. I pulled him upward hand over hand, as if raising an anchor, until his shoulders were conveniently within reach and I could use them for stability. I kissed him, trying to keep my movement going, only to have him press me backward against the couch’s arm and try to pound me into it in a short but enjoyable frenzy. He lay on top of me, panting, then nuzzled my throat.

"Cheshire, I think I’m going to have to experiment some more before I’m sure."

I laughed, and wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him, and we settled side by side for a long session of pleasant aftermath, followed by a couple of games of Lothra while spooned together before time caught up with us and we reluctantly dressed.

"Why Lothra? It’s so old. Play Tyranny with me."

"I’m bad about games until I master them, so this year I’m only playing things I know I can put down. Well, I’ll play Signus III when it comes out, but I’m even going to have to skip Nocturnal Sky IV because I won’t be able to resist platinuming it."

"Does that mean you’ll not play games for all of university as well?"

"No. Once I’m in, I shouldn’t have any problems, other than signing up for everything that interests me, which is half of everything. But I don’t think I’ll have issues with the course itself."

Kyou frowned at me. "I’m really having trouble understanding you, Cheshire."

"I thought I was a typical burn out high achiever."

"I’d say you have self-confidence issues, but you’re about the most confident person I’ve ever met."

"I put up a good front, at least." I picked up my backpack and shrugged it on. "For my core subjects, I’m usually far ahead on the reading, and only need the most basic revision for exams. Sometimes I don’t even bother, because I know I’ll pass. But when it’s things I really want, or things where I can’t control the variables going in, I get worked up, don’t sleep for days before, and aren’t at my peak when I need to be. I’m self-defeating, in other words. Because it’s not often I really want something, I don’t have a lot of experience in stopping myself from getting worked up, and I’ve never been able to fully manage my sleep. So, this one year I’m going to stress myself into a heap, and then next year I’ll relax and go back to normal."

"What were the things in the past that you really wanted?"

"When I was seven my mother said she’d take me to Disneyland if I won this spelling bee. And when I was twelve my dad said he’d buy me a top-of-the-line gaming laptop if I placed in the top five of a maths competition. Maths is easy for me, but I wanted that laptop so much I didn’t really sleep for almost a week beforehand. I made so many stupid mistakes on that test."

"You’re over-preparing because then you have more chance of getting to sleep? Doing some psychological self-hypnosis?"

"Exactly."

"Would you like us to change the timeframe of the last challenge round so it falls on the afternoons the days before your critical exams?"

I blinked, and then said: "That would be extremely convenient of you."

"A simple enough thing. I’ll let the others know, and we can work out the details when the exam schedule is published." He smiled. "Make sure to parade around a lot in your swimsuit next week, as a way of thanking me."

I shook my head, smiled, and left.