The Book of Firsts

Twenty-Eight

"Are you wearing delicate white underwear?" Kyou asked, as I dropped down from the wall.

I laughed. "Yes."

His mouth curled. "The effort I put in once I heard that…"

"No-one likes the tartan?"

"I like both," he said, offering me a cup of pale straw-coloured tea. "But Rin should never have told us he’d made special requests if he didn’t want us to go all out taking it away from him."

"I bought two sets," I said, sniffing suspiciously at the cup. "I’ll wear the other on Friday."

"He still won’t have seen it first," Kyou said. "Have you tried yellow tea before? This is Mo Gan Huang Ya."

I shook my head, and sipped. Flowers, fruit. "Are there any teas you haven’t tried?"

"Thousands, especially if you count teas that aren’t true teas. Rin and I are working through a list of interesting ones. Bran prefers coffee, though there’s a few teas he finds acceptable."

"I drank a lot of chamomile tea once, but it never seemed to help me sleep."

"My—" He stopped, then said: "What about sleeping pills? They don’t work either?"

"I don’t want a dependency," I said. "My Dad is completely non-functional in the morning until he drinks coffee, and that put me off ever needing something to be able to do everyday things. How would I manage during the zombie apocalypse, after all? Besides, I’m scared they’d leave me groggy on exam day. How did the garden key sabotage go?"

"We switched the office key yesterday, after some rigorous testing to make sure Rin’s key couldn’t be forced to turn. Bran did a nice job of making it not look too unnatural, and we set up an excuse for the damage by loosening the screws of the cabinet where the entire school’s keys are kept. Next time someone opens it, the whole thing will fall off the wall, and about a hundred keys will go everywhere."

"Fun job for whoever has to pick them up."

"They’re all sensibly labelled." He reached into his backpack and pulled out a go bang board, and a wooden box with a sliding lid which he opened to reveal white and black counters.

"Care for some strip go bang?"

"You’ve been waiting weeks to say that, right?"

"Puns are usually beneath me, but some deserve an exception. Are you okay with the swap2 rule, and a ten second move timer?"

"Sure. And we can change who is black each game as well."

"End when one of us is naked."

We played four games in rapid succession, fighting to be the first to create a line of five. Kyou was very good, but paused after the fourth game to grimace at me while pulling off his tie.

"When you say you’re pretty good at something, should I translate that to exceptional?"

"Were you expecting to win?"

"I was hoping to draw even. Well, no, I was hoping you’d be half-naked by now."

I’d only removed my blazer so far, compared to his tie and both shoes.

"You’ve stumbled onto one of my strong points. Console yourself with the knowledge you’d effortlessly beat me in rowing. And that you’ve impressed me by winning even one game."

"Let me rock that complacence a little," Kyou replied, and went on to lose another three games in a row before finally taking one.

I took off my tie, and smiled at him. He narrowed his eyes in return, took up a counter with increased determination, and only lost two before winning another. By now I had a fine view of the lightly defined muscles of his chest and arms. Deciding to give him something in return, I took off my shirt.

"Very tasteful," he said, appreciating the dainty embroidered blue flowers on the otherwise white bra. "At least with this win/loss rate I’ll get to have the fun of taking it off you."

"I’m looking forward to it."

He grinned, and played with full intensity to lose the final two games. Then he sighed, stood, and peeled off his underwear with a flourish.

"Very nice," I said, leaning back in my seat. "Do a little turn for me."

As I expected, Kyou’s response to this was a narrowing of the eyes. "How fast can you run, Cheshire?"

"Who says I want to run?"

Standing, I walked very deliberately toward him, stopped an inch away from him, then smirked and stepped to one side to circle him. He whirled, arm snaking around my waist, and then he snatched my breath away altogether by lifting me off the ground, and throwing me across one shoulder. I hadn’t expected this, gasped, then stifled a near-irrepressible giggle, secretly impressed that he could lift me so easily.

He strode into the summer house and upended me onto a number of blankets spread on the couch. Then he held out a hand. "Skirt."

I took off my skirt and handed it to him, slipping off my shoes at the same time. This left me in white bra, panties and little white ankle socks with lace edging.

Kyou looked me up and down, then said: "I think the only appropriate way to treat such a display of maidenly plumage is to take it off with my teeth."

I blinked, then lifted one foot, toes elegantly pointed. He caught it, cupping the heel in his hand, and lightly bit my ankle.

"Missed," I murmured.

He glanced at me, then leaned down, one knee on the couch, and licked one of the hickeys still lingering on my inner thighs. Then bit it, quite hard.

"Do you have underwear preferences?" I asked, working not to squirm.

"Absent."

He straightened, nipped the lace of the sock he held, and pulled it neatly off. I offered the other foot, and he repeated the motion adeptly.

"Have you been practicing?"

He let go of my foot and said: "Roll over."

I obeyed, remembering our hickey challenge, and not certain if my sudden increase in excitement was due to the memory, or if something about lying face down, waiting for this beautiful and very aroused boy to touch me, was a thing I particularly enjoyed. Tiny shifts of weight warned me that he’d kneeled down again, and I thought I felt his breath on the small of my back. Then he bit my butt.

"Missed again," I said, with a rising chuckle.

He bit the other cheek, but this time caught at my underpants with his teeth and pulled. I helped by lifting myself in the right places as he moved his way down my legs. Then more weight came onto the couch, though he was working not to touch me as he worked to undo my bra strap with teeth alone. This wasn’t simple, and Kyou struggled with it for a while, and let out a relieved breath when the last eyelet was released.

"I think I should get a consolation prize, Cheshire," he said, resting his forehead against my shoulder blade.

"Like what?"

"I’ll tell you later."

"What do I get for winning then?"

My prize was immediately delivered. I moved one of my legs off the side of the couch to better appreciate it, and took a long breath. Kyou moved his arms to bracket mine, kissed the side of my throat, and then kept his movement slow and deliberate so he could continue to nuzzle my throat. I had no idea why this felt so good, but something about the contact of him all along my back, and those tiny kisses, completely got to me. I felt boiling hot, and couldn’t help gasping every time he moved. Kyou, far from unobservant, soon found ways to work me up even more, and played me for a short eternity.

"You’ll make me feel smug, Cheshire," he murmured, lying with his full weight on me.

"As if you need any help with that."

I shifted, and he moved to lie beside me, and then kissed me hard, wrapping his arms around me. It was a long time later, when he’d decided to visit my breasts, that I asked: "What’s the consolation prize?"

He propped himself on an elbow, smirking at me. "Wear my underwear preference for the rest of the day."

That required a moment’s thought, then I snorted. "Okay, I can lose the underpants."

"What, you need help holding these up?" He dropped his head momentarily to lick my chest. "You’re not even using those bras that make it look like you have cleavage."

"Get off me and I’ll show you why."

Leaving off the bra, I put the white uniform shirt back on, then pressed it close to my skin.

"Okay, that’s far more obvious than I expected."

"If only threats about hickeys worked on Bran," I said, taking the shirt off again. "He’s been reviving everything that faded."

"He’ll stop if you tell him you mean it. No, I’ll tell him you mean it. We’ve pushed the limits of your patience, haven’t we?"

"Getting there."

"We’ll make up for it by wearing those tunics the entire day next week, instead of changing out of them halfway through the day."

"Will it bother you? I don’t want you to do something you’d find humiliating."

He laughed. "It’ll be fun. We’ll make that uniform look good, and give the school some excitement. Keep watch for us - we’re planning to arrive almost late for Home Room, and walk down the path between the two main class buildings."

"If you’re going to do it at all, do it thoroughly?"

"That’s the aim."

Kyou stood up, and kissed me very thoroughly, and after we’d dressed he stood right below me and watched as I climbed the wall without any underpants.