Intro: Again this is based on a discussion/question in
 alt.h.s-moon. Something like "Who would the Senshi go to
 their Prom with. Like usual I got an idea for a lemon
 only slightly related to this.
 Again (as usual) I'm just using these characters.
 They belong to their respective creators and copyright holders.
 They are the Japanese characters so Disney can bite me.
  Continuity-wise this can be thrown in with all of my other
  lemons and non-citric Sailor Moon stuff.

  C&C always welcome.
 - Spelling esp so :)
 (I may not change things style-wise but it does give me something to
 think about.)


                  Prom Night.

                        by
                        Robyn, Duke of Amber
                         aka
                         Neil Sinclair
                              seraphim@sentex.net


   He blinked. His eyes felt ... well what was it? ...fuzzy. 
  He set the lozenge-shaped transparent blister on the bench
  next to him and reached into his pocket.
  A few eye-drops and his eyes felt as good as new.

   His shoes hurt.
  Or rather, his feet felt pinched.
  New shoes do that.

   Although he saw the girl often this was different.
  This was a surprise and a change.

   A BIG change.

   He closed his eyes and took a few deep breaths. Now he felt better.
  He stood and brushed a nonexistent bit of lint from the wrinkle-free
  creases of his pants.
  Bending he picked up the plastic capsule and headed down the street.

   The sun sank lower and painted the city with  shadows.
  Away from the slowly setting sun the vivid blues were giving
  way to deeper shades of almost-purple. The sun tinted the wisps of
  contrails like memories of last summers' cotton candy.

   He watched his shadow lengthen as he walked.

   As he walked he worried.
  He should have rented a car.
  He should have had the money to rent the car and the driver...
  Well, he supposed he did but it just hadn't occurred to him in time.
  He had overheard the guys in his P.E. class talking about it but
  like usual he had pretty much ignored most of what they said.

   Sure, he was always seemed to be interested in finding out which
  people were doing what -  but then who wasn't? 
  Considering the source of the aforementioned " information "
  it was well, dubious at best.
  For example... the claims of Shinji had gotten to third base
  with Yui were simply stupid.
  Shinji simply had a big mouth and talked big. (dekai kuchi o
  tataku).
  The day he said he "scored" Yui was visiting her older sister at
  one of the colleges in Honshu.
   - as a matter of fact word was *she* had met this college-guy
  and things had gotten intense. There was no info in whether it was
  "A", "B", or "C" but it was definitely NOT with Shinji.

   P.E. class....that was getting to be trouble.
  He had always taken it at his mother's instance (his father simply
  agreed with her) Now, when he could choose to avoid it and get
  into some "real" education like some of the more complex science
  classes it just got in the way.
  Coach Tanaka was a pain as well.
  He had been a constant irritation in the last couple of months.
  The coach had pretty much forced him into the soccer club and
  the constant practice had taken time out of his Chem and Computer
  club meetings.

   He shook his head. His mind was wandering.
  He was probably doing it on purpose.
  Here he was going to see one of the prettiest - no the most
  beautiful girl he knew and he was thinking of soccer of all things.
  He was nervous yes, but why?
   It wasn't like they had never gone out...  had never dated. They had
  many times. It was just that tonight was supposed to be special and
  he worried about how to make it so.
  Fate had conspired to make dinner before the dance impossible and
  now here he was *walking* to get her.
  He brought his hand up to his face  - an unconscious gesture,
  and rubbed the bridge of his nose.
  He straightened his shoulders and walked on.

   He had to smile.

   Here he was acting almost like he was heading to a firing squad.
  Instead he was off to make a memory.
  He began to whistle as he walked.

   He arrived at the house and let himself in to the gekkan.
  Oddly enough, he had the oddest feeling of deja-vu.
  Walking up the stairs he seemed to recall a time when he had fought...

   ?He had fought?

   ?Who?

   Suddenly,  he staggered.
  He grasped the wall to prevent falling.
  He had the strangest feeling of *blurring*
  It was as if two sets of memories fought each other.
  - as if someone had taken two sheets of paper with similar
  different ) and held them together up to the light.

  - And then it was gone.

   He still had the feeling but it was different. He could almost
  understand it...almost but not quite.
   He straightened.
  His mind was filled to overflowing with new (or rather old)
  thoughts.

   He closed his eyes and concentrated...these things were important
  but...
   "Not now." he muttered to himself. "Later. But not now."

   He straightened his wobbly legs and walked up the stairs.
  If to night was a night of mystery it was not *this* mystery.

   Reaching the top of the stairs he walked down the short hallway
   and the actual door of the house.

   He straightened and adjusted his tie (not that it needed it),
  took a deep breath, and knocked.

   Although an eternity passed it took just a moment for Naru's
  mother to open the door.

  "Come in dear." She said beaming.

  Umino gave an uncomfortable bow and entered.

  "She's just getting finished" Naru's Mother said.

   Umino knew that the woman had closed the jewelry store
  for that day and also had *insisted* that the couple stay there and
  dine before leaving.
   Naru had called him with the final arrangements the night before
  and had actually said that she had said she had wanted to do the
  cooking herself but her mother had insisted in it.
   - that and bringing a stylist friend in during the afternoon
  to help her daughter with her dress, makeup and hair.

   - How long *did* it take girls to get ready? Umino wondered.
  If evidence was correct (from observation of his mother, Naru and
  others they took forever - except of course when their escorts
  lagged for a second then, they waited by the door tapping their
  pretty shod feet looking frustrated.

   There was probably a formula to calculate it somewhere.

   "Would you like a cold drink?"

   He startled from his thoughts.

   "Ah...No Ma'am." He always felt a little bit uncomfortable
  around the woman, Sometimes that disappeared in his enthusiasm
  over some topic or other but whenever that lagged he felt it again.
  It was, and this was silly,  - almost like he was competing with
  her for Naru.
   It was silly of course, and he knew that this wasn't the case and
  couldn't really be true but the feeling did creep up once and a
  while.
  He had no real reason to feel that way but he guessed that it was
  part of the same thing that made Naru and himself move guiltily
  apart when her mom entered the room.
  Not that they were (or had been) doing anything (well not
  when her mother was around.), it just happened, that nervous
  jumping apart even when they were just close and poring over the
  same page of homework.
  Maybe it was guilt over what they had done when she *wasn't*
  around - not that they had DONE anything.
  Maybe it was guilt over what they HADN'T done. - Just thought about.
  He felt an undeserved flush begin to slip over him as
  Mrs. Osaka asked him about his Science Project.
  Relieved that He was now on familiar territory he began to extol
  the virtues of the butterfly, not just as another pretty bug but
  also as the gardener's friend.

   "Ready."

   The words broke into the conversation.

   Mrs. Osaka was sketching (with Umino's guidance) a pattern which
  she was going to make out of tiny semiprecious stones and
  silver wire.

   She looked up. "My baby." She sighed.

   Umino couldn't even do that.

   He was speechless.

   She glowed.

   Finally he stuttered out the words.

   "Naru-san."
   "Iki o nomu yo-na bijin."
   (Naru, Your beauty has made me breathless.)

   He whispered more to himself than to the girl in front of him.   
    
   She was dressed in a long form-fitting dress of black velvet
  trimmed at the neck with a hint of ivory lace.
  Hanging loose about her waist was a short belt to which was stitched
  a chain with small gold links.
  A long-sleeved short-waisted high cut jacket of forest green velvet
  covered the upper part of the gown and upon it two rows of small
  golden buttons which glimmered blood-red in the day's dying light.
   At the high neck of the dress shone another red fire to go with
  the auburn flame of her hair. A gem like a drop of fresh blood
  sparkled and glittered in it's fine gold setting.

   Umino swallowed.

   "Well?" Mrs. Osaka asked watching the two a smile upon her lips.

   "Uh.." Umino said and stiffly held out the plastic capsule he had
  retrieved from the table.

   "Gurio, Gurio-san, For..for Me?" Naru asked nervously licking
  her lips.
   - they couldn't be dry Umino thought, they looked so... so moist.

   "Naru dear," Her mother said gently. "Perhaps you should put that
  somewhere safe until later, letting Umino-san put that on when
  you leave."

   Naru nodded and reached out slowly.

   Inside the dome was a corsage made of small delicate flowers,
  A whisper of fern and baby's breath accented a cluster of mini
  red and white roses. Amid all of these were startling pinpricks
  of light. Wild dog-toothed violets - Bright tiny stars of
  purple.

   "Where did you?..." She asked in wonderment.

   "The wild violets?" He asked, glad in a confused way that he had
  something else to occupy him.

   "A friend of mine is a real botany nut. He got these from a
  friend in Canada and has been growing them in little greenhouse.
  I thought they added an extra touch and did some geek trading to
  get some."

   "Geek trading?"

   "You know, one geek to another."

   "Sounds like one nice guy to another." Naru said and then blushed
  when she became aware of her mother's presence.

   Her mother looked embarrassed herself and also flushed.

   "Well," She said, "I guess I should get going before I'm late
  for that movie, Naru-chan. I guess I'll see you tomorrow.
  say hello to that Makoto girl and the rest of your friends."

   "I will 'ka-san."

   "Good, and have a nice evening. You as well Umino-san."

   "Thank you." Umino said and bowed slightly to her.

   Mrs.Osaka picked up her bag and quickly headed out the door.

   The couple stared at each other.

   "Naru-chan, you're beautiful."

   "Tha..Thank you." The rose flush deepened.

   "And you Gurio...I don't want to sound bad but...well,
  I mean I see you every day and all but I've never noticed till now.
  How did you get...ah..."

   "Taller?" he asked with a teasing grin. He knew what she wanted to
  ask and perversely wanted to her say it. Strangely he had not
  noticed anything either and he was supposed to be a lot more aware of
  his own body than someone else.

   "Er, well, yes, and..." She halted and had nowhere to go with
   her statement. "Er...I'll go and put the flowers into the cooler."
  She quickly left the room towards the kitchen.

   "Gurio-kun," she asked over her shoulder. "Nanka
  nomu?" (Would like a drink?)

   "Please." He said. Although he did not really drink it was a special
  occasion AND somehow he did feel he needed it.

   Naru returned with two glasses of wine. Umino thought the way she
  moved was amazing. Her white stockinged footsteps were more of gentle
  glide.
  Naru set a glass down in front of him on the glass table.
  She sat down in the over-stuffed chair across from him.
  Her glass was held in cupped hands as she leaned forward
  and stared intently at him with her earnest emerald eyes.

   "A penny." She said.

   "Nani?"

   "English class, remember?"

   "Um?"

   Naru smiled.

   "If you paid as much attention to English as to Science you
  wouldn't be confused."

   "I suppose not." He said embarrassed - but not much.

   "It's part of an expression." She explained patiently. "It's short
   for the question 'a penny for your thoughts?'"

   "Who is Penny?" Umino asked guilelessly.

   "No, not Penny but a...." Naru's exasperation at his ignorance
  was almost there but she stopped when she saw the smirk he could
  hide no longer.

   "Baka." she laughed.

   Umino loved her laugh and it's range as well:
  - the way it could be a trill of bird's song or a chocolate's a gentle
  richness.

   He took a sip of the wine tasting the almost-sweet fruitiness of the
  grape.

   "Nice." He said.

   "Thank you." Naru smiled and sipped her own.

   She frowned slightly.

   "Wait." She said.
   "I was just going to ask you what you were thinking about and now
  we are talking about wine."

   "Well" Umino responded. "Before we even had the wine you were going
  to ask me something. What was that?"

   "Ah." she said. "Um...I noticed that you aren't wearing your
  glasses. I wondered how..."

   "How I could see an inch in front of my face?"

   "That's not it, But...I was sort of wondering that as well."

   "Contact lenses." Umino said nervously. "I don't look like an idiot
  do I?"

   "An idiot?" Naru breathed. "No, far from it. I just didn't know how
  to tell you."

   "Well, ah, you've seen me without them before." Umino said and
  looked away bashfully.
   The times that he had been without his glasses had usually been
  during "study sessions" when Naru had been at his house when his
  parents were absent or at her home in a similar state.

   "I know." Naru replied. "But, I've never seen you dressed..."

   Umino raised a brow as she spoke (something else he had been
  practicing) and she startled, paused, and then realized where she
  paused. Scarlet now she continued after stuttering.

   "...to see you dressed like you are now. And you ARE taller
   aren't you?" She looked up in her seat.

   He nodded and watched her attempt to hide her embarrassment in
  toying with her wineglass.

   "Over 3 cm since the year began." He agreed. "And, honestly I
  didn't notice it either. I thought my mom was doing something
  weird with the laundry."

   "Your shoulders are bigger too...wider." She added and whatever
  battle she had fought as she attempted to lose the blush were lost.

   "Um, ya." He was flushed as well. "i guess it's something to do
  with the track team, soccer and all that."

   "And you said it was a waste of time."

   "Well, it is. I don't get to do a lot of the stuff I want to do
  now that I'm doing all of that stuff."

   "Well, I like it." Naru said.

   "You do? But it means that sometimes it's hard to see you.'

   "It's worth the wait." Naru replied.

   "Nani?"

   "Well." Naru answered awkwardly. "I've noticed that well...
  Oh this sounds so shallow."

   "What?"

   Naru explained and Umino blushed as she did. Somehow taking another
  sip (or three) of wine helped.

   "Well, I've always cared about you, you know. And, after I really got
  to know you I feel in love with that caring and understanding guy I
  had possibly taken for granted before. I didn't really care about
  about anything besides the fact that you cared about me. You never
  ever tried to pretend you were anybody but yourself.
  Now, the idea of a jock is sort-of tempting."

   "What?" after saying all of these things, here it came. She was
  going to dump him.

   "You." she said and  her blush was as deep and red as the wine.

   Neither of them said anything for a moment and then suddenly Naru
  got to her feet.

   "Shimata!"

   "What is it?"

   "I forgot about the food."

   Running to the kitchen Naru found that her mother had somehow
  anticipated her - the elements that the dishes sat upon had already
  been turned down.

   Naru would except no help from Umino in serving him after this
  except for getting him to help her to tie the apron to protect her
  gown.

   Soon the two were dining on veal medallions, glazed baby carrots,
  snow peas in a cream sauce with small rosette of whipped potato.

   Naru's mother had been taking cooking courses in the evenings and
  also passing on to Naru what she learned. She had actually
  cooked a "dry run" of the same items for her mother a week before
  and so Umino's compliments to one was a complement to both.

   "As good as spicy prawns?" She teased.

   "I give up." he grinned. Now you're the one who gets to teach me.

   "Gurio?" Naru started when both had just about finished.

   "Yes?" Umino replied.

   "About tonight?" She didn't quite know how to continue.

   "Tonight?" He asked. He knew what she was going to ask and he
  didn't know exactly what to say either.

   The two had talked about what they had planned to do but both
  had felt quite awkward about it. They had wanted to spend more
  time together and had tentatively decided to make a memory
  of this night. (Or rather, they had decided to make MORE of
  a memory this evening.)

   "Gurio , my mother, I told her that I will be staying with
  Makoto-san this evening after the dance."

   Umino nodded. "I heard her mention it before she went out.
  So, are you going to or would you rather..." He let his voice
  fade. It was her decision and he didn't want to put any
  pressure on her.

   "I'd rather...." she paused and smiled a faint smile.

   "You don't have to if you don't want to." Umino said.
   "I'd still... I still love you."

   "I know." She answered him and her eyes were shining.
   "One of the reasons I want to is because you feel that way.
  But." She paused. "I have one condition."

   "What?"

   "Can I get you to cover those beautiful eyes?"
  "I'm a jealous woman and I want to be the only one who see's them
  - at least for tonight."

   Umino grinned.


                          *******

   As the couple danced Umino could not help but smile happily.
  Here he was with the girl of his dreams and things seemed SO
  right.
  It was funny, too how things had worked out this evening and
  part of the smile was for that as well.
                       ***
   Somehow it seemed funny that THIS was the night when everyone
  had noticed his growth-spurt. He was especially amused by events
  that had occurred when Naru had made an early trip to "powder her
  nose."
   Umino had retrieved his extra glasses from his locker and was on his
  way to the boys' room to remove his contacts. (A few people had seen
  them at the door but strangely he wasn't really recognized except for
  a few of the guys he played soccer with.)

   He walked around the corner and almost collided with a Raven-haired
  fury.

   "Hey!" he said putting his arms up instinctively but smiling.

   "Oh!" The girl obviously had not been prepared to stop and
  stumbled backwards in surprise.

   Umino caught her as she grabbed on to his shoulders to steady
  herself.

  "Are you all right?" Umino asked and released her when he
  noticed that the girl had regained her balance.

   "Oh," she said again, then pausing continued. "Yes, I guess so..."

   "You haven't seen a dumpling-headed idiot in an evening gown have
  you?"

   "Dumpling-headed? ...Oh Usagi, No, I haven't seen her."

   "That idiot. She was supposed to meet me at the stupid
  refreshments table and I've been waiting for *HOURS*.
  ...well," She amended. "Maybe for 5 minutes anyway."

   Umino noticed the girl hadn't actually let go of him.
  She was also looking at him strangely.
  He wondered if he had a trace of the evenings' meal on his face.

   He recognized the girl as Usagi's friend Rei from the private
  high-school. He remembered that she had a temper as well. Maybe
  she was about to blow up on him for some sort of imagined slight.
  Why hadn't she let go of him?
  Maybe she was going to start shaking him.

   Suddenly the girl noticed that she was still holding onto him.
  Her hands slipped slowly away and Umino noticed the faint flush
  about her cheeks.

   Blush?

   What?

   "I'm sorry." she said looking at him from a slightly lowered lashes.
  The problem with this was she was just slightly taller than him and
  this brought their eyes into fuller contact.
  Rei looked at Umino with a ...speculative look.
  He felt uncomfortable and as Rei had not yet moved from where
  she had stopped and so he took a staggering step backward himself.

   "So," Rei began spaculatively. "Are you...?"

   "Gurio-kun!" The both jumped.

   Umino turned towards the call looking (guiltily) (guiltily?)
  towards the girl coming down the hall.

   "Naru-chan!"

   "I though you were going to *change*" She emphasized the last word.

   "Well...." Umino wondered why he felt guilty.

   "G..Gurio-kun!" The voice was almost a gasp and both Umino and
  Naru turned to look at the open-mouthed girl behind them.

   "Yes." Umino answered.

   "Umino Gurio?" Usagi's friends voiced sounded odd and her face
  was flushed.

   "Yes. Can he help you?" Naru asked.

   Umino noticed that her voice sounded strange as well.

   "Ah... no, I...ah...just didn't recognize him." The dark-haired
  girl said.

   "I'm...I'm looking for Usagi... he was telling me he hadn't seen her."

   Umino nodded in agreement.

   "She was in the Girl's room." Naru said helpfully.
   "You might want to look there."

   "I will." Rei said walking away quickly.

   Umino puzzled, watched her leave.

   "Ow!"

   Umino rubbed his ribs where they had been elbowed.

   "What was that for?" He asked Naru plaintively.

   "For looking so good." Naru replied. "Now go and get those
  coke-bottle lenses on."

   "Yes m'am." he said and headed (quickly) for the bathroom
  to replace his contacts.
                              ***
   The darkened room flashed with a million tiny stars as a
  mirrored ball overhead slowly rotated and spilled it's reflection.
  Umino held Naru close and felt her arms about him.
  Although the dance floor (well the school's larger gym) was full of
  other dancers he was really only really aware of her.
  It was all he needed to be close to her he thought.

   Umino considered what they were planning to do.
  He would have rather been spontaneous with what they were planning
  mentally he was also glad that they had indeed planned for tonight.
  It was fine to simply "let things happen" but it also didn't hurt 
  to set the stage to let them.
  Honestly, he would have simply been happy spending the night with Naru.
  Just the idea of falling to sleep with her and then waking up in
  the morning would have been nice as well but they had both decided
  that was also a good time simply to give in to the urges they felt for
  each other.

   If Umino had known that Naru was thinking the same things he probably
  wouldn't have been surprised. What he didn't know she was that she was
  also thinking about something that would have both relieved him and
  given him another kind of tension.
 
   Naru was thinking about love.
  She had been what she considered lucky. No man had truly ever broken
  her heart and all her relationships (the two of them) had been full
  of great feeling.
   - And full of sorrow, a part of her reminded.
  She thought about her first lover.
  Masato Sanjouin  was the first man to hold her and kiss her like a
  real woman. He had in some ways treated her horribly but she had
  accepted his treatment hoping that he would truly fall in love with
  her.  It had worked but it had worked fataly.
  He had finally realized his love for her and in the end vindicated it
  with the loss of his own life.

   Naru had ached for him.
  At first aching for his burning kisses and caresses and then she
  had ached for the loss of him.
  In her short time with him she had grown from girl to woman, not with
  anything he had done with her physically but deep, deep inside herself.
  She knew that if it hadn't been for this growth she would have never
  been able to accept his passing and to realize how her love for Gurio
  had already lain within her.
   She still kept her memories of Masato but that was all they were,
  memories - Not comparisoms or judgements they were simply thoughts
  that seemed to belong to another person in another life..
  - that and the gem.
   A strange bit of crystal he had given her, part of a larger whole
   that had once been black instead of red.
   At her neck she wore this last memory.
   
   Now, tonight she would forge a new memorty. She would be with
  Gurio in a way she had only dreamed about before.
   Masato might have been the first man who had kissed her like
  a woman but this was so, so, different.

   She shivered with excitement.

   Umino felt Naru shiver in his arms.

   "Cold? he whispered.

   "Oh no." was her reply. "Not cold." but she did hold him closer.
  
   They moved to the slow beat of the song and did not stop in the
  pause between it and the next.
  Umino inhaled deeply and smelled the faint floral hint of her
  lightly applied perfume...and within that, the gentle scent of her. 
  He discreetly (not that he really cared right now
  - the lights were low.) kissed the soft curve of her throat.

   She murmured happily.

   Then all of time quickened and this was the last dance of the evening.
  Although a little tired Umino was also full of the energy
  of anticipation.


                                ***

   Thank goodness for the internal combustion engine.
  It wasn't a coach and four or a stretch limousine but it wasn't
  the subway reflected Umino. He did get his wish about renting a car.
  (although Naru had insisted that it was her treat and paid for the
  cab ride to the formal)

   The cab took them deeper into the city where more and more neon
  flashed in complex patterns and signaled a darker and more adult
  part of town.

   At first getting the cab and everything had seen somehow sneaky
  but in the end it had all been easy to arrange.

   Naru-chan had gone aside and had a quick conversation with Kino-san.
  There had been a small amount of nodding and smiles - but no knowing
  smirks or anything else (which Umino HAD worried about)
  and after the chestnut-haired had given the red-haired girl a quick
  shoulder-clasp and a peck on the cheek.

   Naru had returned to her escort with only the hint of an embarrassed
  blush - possibly he thought hopefully the flush of excitement.

   Umino did however have a small problem.
  He had told Hiroshi that he wanted to check out the silver-moth
  population after all of the people had left. He asked Hiroshi to
  cover for him saying that he had told his parents he might stay with
  him. Hiroshi had asked to join him. Hiroshi was trying to develop a
  better method of night photographing insects and was keen for an
  expedition.
  Umino had then added that he also had planned on using the chance
  to get in a bit of running practice before he soccer game two
  days from now.
  Hiroshi was the sort who would repel down a cliff and then crawl
  on hands and knees in a cave for hours but was allergic when it
  came to what he considered "exercise".
  Finally, after saying their goodbyes to the other dance-goers
  they had hopped in to a cab and departed.

   It was all so secret, and the city held so many people.
  It was unlikely that they would encounter anyone they
  knew but Naru-chan peered intently out the window and held Umino's
  hand VERY tightly.
   The lights flashed and strobed as various entertainments
  broadcast their message of fun. The things offered were as
  simple as a small (but colourful) noodle shop. Corner all-night
  convenience stores shone like lighthouses of old.
  These were meeting-places and the haven for people younger
  than the pair and for people as old as their grandparents.
  Other strobing lights signaled pachinko  parlors and other gaming
  places. On the more "adult" side were the few hostess clubs in
  this part of the city (there were a few but most were closer to
  the core where the "Soaplands" flourished. There were karaoke bars
  as well whose private rooms quickly filled with youths seeking
  some privacy with their friends or partners, and of course there
  were the hotels.
   Everyone knew about love hotels, (you would have to be from another
  planet AND live in a cave not to) but when it came down to it
  they were places Umino considered "others" who would go.
  He didn't want to generalize but when he DID generalize he did so
  because there was a large degree of truth in his observations.
  Umino knew the type, The girls with the cell phones and the pagers
  who had all the designer bags, the college students who wanted "just a
  little  more" from their high school girlfriends.
  People like Naru and himself.. well, he didn't really think of
  themselves as "those sort" and they weren't.
  They were more the type to steal kisses under bridges or perhaps go
  a little further within the confines of an empty home or one of the
  private karaoke booths (which made him nervous).
  Umino also knew that tonight was special and that he wanted to spend
  it with Naru in as special a way as possible. By the way she looked
  at him he knew she felt this way as well.

   He knew all of these things and he also knew he was woefully
  inexperienced and honestly he was afraid.
  There were several reasons for this.
  Naru was one of them. - or at least her history.
  Before they had gone out Naru had, for some time seen that
  tennis pro. An older guy as a boyfriend had been quite a coup in
  her social circle - never mind that he was talented, rich and
  good-looking as well (a lot of the girls Umino knew would have been
  happy with simply *one* of those attributes.)
  Anyway, last year things had changed when they had actually started
  dating.
  - He had worried then that Naru had just turned to him on the rebound
  but as time passed he had realized that the friendship that they had
  always had and become something more in those painful months after the
  mysterious death of Masato Sanjouin.
  After their relationship Umino had always felt a little intimidated
  (well maybe a lot) about how um...experienced his girlfriend was.
  He knew a lot of guys expected the people they dated
  to be... Nevermind, that wasn't really important. What was important
  was the fact that he was with her now. Sometimes, he did wonder about
  what had happened and how things could have been different.

   If Naru was more experienced then would she think he was clumsy?
  He couldn't bear to think of her laughing at him inexperience or
  perhaps worse, simply feeling sorry for him.
  She said so many nice things about him but what if...?

   "Gurio?" Naru whispered. "Where are we going?"

   Umino resisted the urge to shrug his shoulders - after all
  if would make him look as lost as he felt. Instead he looked
  out at his surroundings.

   "Turn here." he directed the cab driver. "Left. Now, take the next
  right and the next after it."

   He had actually scouted out the area a few days before on foot
  and he had a good idea where he was going now.

   Naru looked at him happily, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

                              ***

   The cab pulled up outside one of the quieter looking buildings
  in the area.
  Umino tipped the cab-driver and then studiously ignored the man's
  knowing wink.

   He offered Naru his arm and they entered dark polished wooden doors
  the building.

   The lobby was tastefully (if blandly) decorated and off to one side
  was the reception desk.

   The clerk was a neatly dressed character as nondescript as he
  decor.
  Umino gave his name and was handed the key-card for the room
  he had reserved. The clerk didn't even look up.

   If he had chosen he could have pre-paid or paid via credit-card
  entered via another door directly into an elevator.
  Then, after punching in the combination he had been given over
  the phone the elevator would have risen to the floor on which
  the room was located and the door would already be open.
  Umino definitely felt that particular method was far to much like
  sneaking around.

   Umino led Naru (who still gripped his hand like a vise) to
  the elevator.
  When they got to their floor they entered a cream-coloured
  hallway with subdued indirect lighting.
  In the only places a light source was visible was in fact on the
  lock-plates by the doors.
  The plates (like the doors) were numbered clearly and had both
  small keypads and an area to insert the key-card.
  There as also an indicator which glowed amber on those rooms
  which were occupied.
  When they got to "their" room Umino inserted the card and
  the lock made a small muffled *click*.
  The couple hurried inside as if now was the main chance
  they would have of discovery.
  Umino closed the door firmly and finally let out his breath
  when he heard the lock *click* closed.

   Reaching for the switch on the wall Naru brought the lights
  up from their "dim" setting.

   "Well" Umino said and looked about the room.

   "It look nice." Naru said surprised.

   Umino nodded. It looked like the picture of one of the sample rooms
  that were advertised in the magazines.
  Umino wasn't usually one to buy those sort of magazines (and when he
  did he bought them from vending machines and not from a store.)
  but he was only human after all. Most of his fantasies usually
  surrounded Naru but he did find the occasional issue of Beppin or
  Bejean...educational.
  They stepped inside and Umino closed the door making sure the lock
  "clicked" closed.
   He had picked this particular hotel as it had been described as
   "A place for small business meetings and the weary traveler.
  and "a private place to meet for and evening."
  Nervously the two explored the room and became more at ease as
  they discovered the novelty of the place  - as well as re-assuring
  themselves of it's "normality" (No mirrors on the ceiling.)

   The room was done in a subdued deco style.
  The walls were sections of black inlaid with white tiles veined
  with gold.
  Every third section of these were set with mirrors on which
  frosty vines climbed towards the ceiling.
  The room was partially divided by a frosted glass partition to make
  it two rooms, one larger and one smaller.
  The smaller area near the door contained a small fridge set into the
  wall as well as a small table and three chairs.
  The larger part of the room contained a coffee table, a couch and
  two armchairs and of course... the bed.

   Upon seeing this Naru looked at Umino.

   Umino looked at Naru.

   "Well...."

  Naru shot another quick look at the bed and flushed.
  She looked as frightened as Umino felt.

   It was time for action.

   Gurio Umino decided that he had to do something.
  If he didn't he knew that they would stay here all night and
  regret their plans - completed or not.

   He headed toward the fridge.
   "Nodo-ga kawaita." (I'm thirsty) He said. "How about you?"

   Naru nodded and a look like relief flashed across her face.

   Umino moved the small billing sheet that was neatly affixed to the
  refrigerator by a lozenge-shaped magnet and used the attached key
  in the lock.
   "Wow." He couldn't say any more simply amazed by the contents of the
  fridge.

   "What?" Naru came closer and looked in as well.

   The refrigerator despite it's size, was well stocked with various
  beverages both alcoholic and non. it also contained small snacks of
  various sorts as well as slightly more "esoteric" products such
  as several cans of aerosol whipped cream and squeeze bottles
  of different types of syrup.

  Umino was pretty sure that none of those would be used this evening
  and felt his face burning at the images that danced through his head.

   "J-Juice would be nice." Naru said stuttering and Umino also saw
  she was looking at the same things he was. "Apple juice."

  Umino poured the cans into the plastic glasses and handed one to
  Naru.

   "Um...should we sit down?"

   Naru nodded and then laughed. "This is silly. Here we are, and
  we've gone to all this trouble to get here. And now...we can't even
  sit down without getting nervous."

   "I feel the same way." Umino said.

   "Well." Naru said sitting down. "What should we do about it?"

   Umino took a sip of the cold juice.

  "You could kiss me." He suggested.

   "Ah." She laughed. "I do love you Umino Gurio.
  No matter how flustered we get you can make me smile."

  She set her glass down on the coffee table and took his, placing
  it next to hers.
   "Your reward. Naru said and cupping his face gently in her pale
  soft hands kissed him.

   "I guess I should reward you for that." He said happily and
  kissed her back.

   Their gentle kisses grew more intense and their hands began to
  caress, and to explore.  Their fingers and touches moved from
  more familiar areas to areas seldom touched. Clothing was
  rumpled, loosened.

  Suddenly,  a breathless Naru  pushed herself back a little.
   "Wait." She said."I'm all sweaty."

   "Isn't that the point." Umino laughed.

   "No silly." Naru struggled to her feet. "I mean that we've been
  dancing for a couple of hours and I think I'd feel better if
  I had a shower."

   "Oh."

  "You look disappointed." She grinned. "I'm not going to say that what
  you were doing wasn't making me sweaty...I just want to be able to
  enjoy it more.

   Umino nodded understanding her.

   Naru headed for the bathroom. "You might want to turn down the bed
  while you wait."

   Naru closed the door and soon the sound of running water was
  audible.

   The sheets were soft and cool. They weren't silk but they were
  clean. Built into the head of the bed was a cabinet which  Umino
  inspected as well.

   Inside was a similar bill form to that on the fridge.
  Although some of the things Umino found were edible most were not.
  He was embarrassed but also impressed that the place was so well
  equipped.
  Sliding the doors on the cabinet almost closed he made sure a few
  things were within easy reach - just in case.

   "Gurio-chan."

   Umino turned quickly feeling oddly guilty.

   Naru stood in the doorway.
  A fluffy white towel was wrapped about her.
  Steam from the shower escaped in a faint mist.

   Her skin was the rich colour of new cream and a great many
  freckles.

   Umino had seen her wearing less
  - her bathing suit for example. But, in that towel she looked
  so good so desirable.

   "Naru." He breathed.

   "Gurio-chan." She said and looked at him demurely through lowered
  lashes.

   "Hai" He whispered.

   "There IS room in here for two."

   She went back into the bathroom leaving the door open behind her.

   Umino (after a brief struggle with his clothing) followed
  quickly after.

   Naru was already in the shower when Umino entered, her form
  partially obscured by the steam on the glass doors around the tub.

   Umino quickly (or as quickly as possible in his condition) slipped
  off his boxers and, opening the shower door stepped in.
  He really hadn't had time to  think before, now however his
  brain caught up with his groin.
  Although he and Naru had fooled around before it was tame
  compared to what they were doing now.
  They had each caught glimpses of each other through their clothing
  before but it was a furtive hesitant thing and more often than
  not in subdued lighting - not like now.

   Now this was something Umino had never seen before.
  Steaming water cascaded down Naru's hair and back.
  A thick soapy foam ran down from her back and shoulders and
  runnelled into the cleft of her buttocks.
  - Her creamy heart-shaped buttocks...she did have more
  freckles.

   He felt a surge in his groin.

   Oh great if he felt like this now how was he ever going to last
  long enough to.....

   "Gurio?"  Naru half-turned and he saw the upper swell of
  her breasts.

   Her eyes widened as she looked downward.

   "Oh". She said.

   She quickly turned round.

   "Gurio-kun." She said again and without looking passed him a
  cake of soap and a cloth.

   "Hai" He acknowledged absently, torn between staring and attempting to
  control himself.

   "Could you... could you wash my back."

   Umino nodded (forgetting that she couldn't see) and took the object.
  He used the soap to work the cloth into a lather-dripping handful
  and set the soap down in a bracket on the wall.

   Tentatively he reached out and felt Naru's shoulder twitch under
  the soft pressure of his contact.

   "That feels nice." her voice was languorous
  and he worked his way lower.
  Emboldened by her words he moved closer and felt himself throb
  with his proximity to her body.
  The cloth, which was such a thin border between soon worked
  it's way to the cleft of Naru's buttocks which clenched and flinched
  as it did so.

   "Maybe..." Naru said nervously. "Maybe you should do my front."

   "Ah..All right" Again he was fighting himself. Desire vrs. Reticence.
  He took a hesitant step forward. What he (or Naru) were not expecting
  was the contact when she shifted and took a half step back.

   The two young lovers suddenly understood the "close" in "close
  contact".
  Umino "lurched" ahead and Naru, startled began to slip slightly.
  Reflexively Umino reached out to grab the towel rack, the other arm
  curled protectively around Naru.

   They both froze.

   For a moment time was defined by the beating of two hearts.
  Umino throbbed as he felt Naru against him and his breath hissed
  as she suddenly clenched.

   "Oh." Naru whispered.And then again,  "Oh."
  Her first reaction had been to move away, but with Umino's arm
  about her there was really no place for to go.
  She felt him behind her, pressing against her and felt him twitch
  with excitement. She had felt him before (of course) but this wasn't
  in the dark in her hand. No, this was pressing up against her
  .. close to her....
   She clenched her own muscles reflexively and heard the faint groan
  behind her. Even though hot water cascaded over her Gurio felt
  so hot against her.. and so big! How did anyone expect it to fit?
  She HAD seen it and knew it felt bigger than it looked.. but still.

   Umino groaned. Hot water streamed down Naru's body and it was
  nowhere near as hot as the girl's flesh where he rested
  against her.

   "You were...you were washing my..." Naru attempted.

    "MMmm" He agreed.

   Umino's arm loosened from Naru's waist.
  Slowly he brought his hand back across the soft curve of her belly
  to rest lightly upon her hip.

   Naru shuddered as his fingertips stroked her.

   He then slowly brought his other hand to mirror it upon the
  other hip. He could feel the mucles on her flanks twitch
  against his touch.
  Leaning his head forward his lips close to her ear
  he whispered, his voice husky.

   "I seem to have dropped the cloth."

   His words tickled her ear.

   "I don't care." She answered faintly.

   Naru noticed that their bodies were rocking slowly, their hips
  pressed together and that she didn't seem to have control of the
  motion (and didn't care.).

   His hands moved slowly upwards tracing lines in the falling water.
  Upwards, upwards, till they stopped just below her breasts.
  There was a second of hesitation and instead of the expected caress
  Naru felt Umino's lips on her shoulder. Soft kisses from the slight
  depression of her right clavicle and then moving up her neck.

   When his hands finally did touch her breasts her hips
  bucked slightly and Umino hissed.  His teeth nipped her neck
  and Umino closed his eyes willing himself control.
  He was partially successful and felt a short almost painful
  spurt.
  What he needed to do was pull back and to just wait a bit.
  He wasn't willing to move away from Naru however...no matter what.

   Naru felt Umino jerk against her and that combined with the
  feeling of his teeth upon her throat made her loll her head back.
  She noticed that his movements were more erratic and then slower.
  Did he....?
  It was hard to tell in this water.
  She paced her own hands over his and stilled his movement.

   "Gurio?" She whispered. "Gurio?"

   "Mmmm." He answered and pressed himself against her again.
   He still felt as large as before - or even larger.

   "Gurio." She repeated. "We had better get out of here soon.
   I don't want move but the water is bound to get cold soon."

   She slowly moved his hands down to her sides.

   "I'll keep you warm." Umino muttered and Naru couldn't help
  but smile. This had been a good idea.

   The couple reluctantly parted and the water was turned off.

   Umino picked up a towel and wrapped it about his waist - but not
  before Naru took a quick glance at his form.
  She decided that things required further inspection as the evening
  went on.

   Taking another towel from the rack he held it up.

   "I'll dry you off." He offered and covered her in the fluffy folds.

   He ran his hands over the girl's damp form softly running his hands
  up and down over her body.
  She giggled and wriggled under his attentions.

   Suddenly she gave a small yelp.
  Umino had bent over and scooped her up in his arms.
  Holding her he made his way to the door of the bath which
  Naru clumsily opened.
  Umino carried her to the bed and in a motion that almost suggested
  that he was losing his grip let her softly bounce upon the
  mattress.
  He then sat on  the bed beside her and breathed deeply a few times
  at the effort.
  He hoped that it didn't seem to stupid. This carrying her and
  everything but somehow it just seemed right.
  He himself was surprised that the effort to do so really hadn't
  been so big.
  He hoped that Naru didn't notice any of his exertions.

   Naru it seemed, didn't care.

  She rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on
  her elbows.
  she looked at Umino for a moment simply watching him watching
  her then reached out a hand.
  She gently traced the lines of the muscles on his arms and his chest.

   "You know, this sport-stuff you keep complaining about seems to have
  some unexpected side-effects. I think I like it."

   "Are you sure?" Umino asked anxiously. "I mean I know I'm not a jock
  or anything...."

   "I think you are just fine." She said and ran her nails lightly down
  his chest and stomach to where the towel began.

   "I think." Naru said. "That you had me at a disadvantage earlier?"

   "Nani?"

   "Well, I was standing in front of you.and facing away so that you
  got to look at me and I couldn't see you at all."

   "I couldn't see all of you." Umino said grinning and much less
   bashful than before.

   "No, but what you couldn't see you could certainly feel." Naru
   replied.

   "And..." Umino paused for a second. "You couldn't feel anything I
  suppose."

   The pretty flush on Naru's pale freckled skin seemed to have more
  to do with desire than bashfulness and Umino watched as she simply
  smiled back at him.
  He felt so comfortable teasing Naru like this and wondered exactly
  what had made the difference. If he had said anything similar an
  hour ago he would have melted into sweaty goo.

   "Maybe." Naru replied but seeing and feeling are two different
  things. I thought a real scientist knew that sort of thing?"

   "Well you do have a point."Umino conceded.

   "And so do you." Naru said resting her hand gently just below
  his belly. She was blushing now.
   "Mmmm." Umino thrust his hips up slightly into her grasp.

   Suddenly Naru sat up and in the same motion pushed her
  boyfriend down on the bed.

   "I think what I need is a "pop" quiz on anatomy."

   She giggled and reached for the towel.
  Umino let her pull it away and watched her.
  He felt a little hesitant but her proximity, her manner, her
  touch made him forget this.

   "Oh my." she said.

   "See anything familiar?" He asked.

   "Well, she said fascinated with him. "I'd say yes but it would only
  partially be the truth."

   He nodded.

   Most of their truly intimate contact had been done nervously
  and usually in dimmed surroundings. Either that they had touched
  each other through each others' clothing or under a blanket
  or jacket.
  Part of this was nervousness with each other part for fear of being
  caught. Although at those times there was also the forbidden thrill
  of it all but hear the openness was an immense change.
  Umino himself felt the urge to pull Naru down and strip her own towel
  away but also reminded himself that they DID have all night here.

   Umino buried his face in her damp red curled and breathed in
  her clean scent. 
   "Ii nioi" He murmured. (you smell sweet.)
  He pulled back to look at her as he felt her hands moving
  about his waist.

   She had a look of rapt concentration and it was either the
  shower she had just had or excitement which gave her a rosy glow.

   "It does look familiar." Naru said watching him with brilliant
  eyes. "But I have to be sure."
  She was breathing deeply as she reached out and with one pink
  finger-nailed hand touched him gently.

   He lurched and felt a small surge go through him.
  A small bead of moisture appeared and formed a small clear trickle.

   "Uh."was his perceptive comment.

   Gingerly she tested the consistency of the moisture with a
  finger-tip smearing it into him.
  This produced more.

   This time Naru repeated the first part and then drew her finger
  back.
  A small clear tendril bridged itself from her finger to him for
  a second and then broke.
  Looking him straight in the eyes (as if she was daring him
  Umino thought.) Naru brought the finger to her
  face and darted her tongue out like a cats, - teasing him.

  Umino felt another surge in his loins and let out a sigh.

  Naru repeated the gesture again.

  Her face bore a thoughtful expression.

  She returned to her original explorations.
  Naru's had wrapped about him and he felt a twitch in response.
   "So hot." She whispered.

   "Now let's see." Naru said as she enclosed him in her
  delicate grasp.
  Slowly she began to move her hand up and down.

   As she continued to stroke him he began to rock his hips in time
  to her motions. Small clear droplets would occasionally weep
  from him and combined with the moisture of her sweating palm.
  This made her movements even more fluid.

   As she touched him Naru shifted closer.

   Soon she was sitting almost astride his right leg and she rocked
  against him. As she moved he both wanted to enjoy the sensations
  of what she was doing and to prolong them.
  Umino would have been at least a little  amused at the determined
  look on her face as she bit her lower lip in concentration at what
  she was doing.

   Umino simply enjoyed it.

    Naru varied the movements of her hand (it was something they had
  done together many times and she was good at it.) slowing and teasing
  till he bucked his hips into and begged and then speeding up.
  Her other hand amused itself by taking turns either fondling him
  or running across his chest and teasing his nipples with her
  fingernails.

   He finally looked up and watched her beautiful face as she
  touched him.

   Her face was flushed and it had become slightly contorted as time
  went on. Her eyes were slightly wild and fixed on him
  and her pearly upper teeth protruded slightly as she bit upon her
  lower lip.
  Her hair, still damp from the shower curled about her face and
  a sheen of perspiration covered her forehead.
   The towel had fallen open and he could see her all now before him.
  Reaching up he could feel that her coral pink nipples had become stiff
  and firm to the touch. Cupping her breasts in his hands in an almost
  kneading motion he also gently squeezed the nipples between his
  fingers.
   He could feel her almost-searing wetness against him as she slowly
  moved back and forth. He honestly couldn't even imagine what it
  to be fully inside her.

   - The wrong thought.

   "Ugh...uh...Naru....Naru..."

   She startled as if she had been in a trance.
  Her hand slowed but her own hips continued to rock against him.

   "What is it Gurio?" Her voice was throaty, teasing.

   "Naru....I..." Although they could do what they were doing they were
   still hesitant to vocalize what they were doing or what either of
   them wanted.

    Naru noticed Gurio's body. His arms were rigid and his clenched
    fists clenched handfuls of sheets.

   "Do you want me to stop?" the motions of her hand was painfully slow
   now and she squeezed him almost imperceptibility at the apex of each
   of his thrusts.

   "Nnn...No." Umino could feel his face contort. "I...I mean yes.
    If you don't....."

   "If I don't...then what?"

  "I'll...you know. we won't be able to...."

  "I think we could." She said.

   "But...."

   Naru's hand stopped and simply held him. Umino was in a mixture of
   pain and pleasure. He needed release.

   "I'm not the only one who reads." She replied. "Or practices the
   experimental method."
    She observed his puzzled look with a sort of glee.
    She stretched out over his body her had nipples pressing into his
    chest, her wet hair surrounding his head as she whispered in his
    ear.
   "You've never heard of repeatability?" She breathed.

   She resumed her ministrations.

   The pause had given Umino a "breather" but her proximity
  and new efforts soon took him to the point he had been at before.

   "Ah...ah....Naru." Umino moaned.

   Quickly she backed off and watched as his hips began to buck upwards.
  Umino noticed that Naru was making small noises deep in her chest
  - half-grunts in the back of her throat.

   She felt his movements answered with her own.
  - mirrored by a series of rippling contractions inside her.

   She slipped down and suddenly took him in her mouth.

   "Na...." He started to say her name and the was swept up in the
  sensation of warm wet heat.
  His next movement was simply as spasm.

   "Iki-so-da.!" The words were a release.
  It was to late to anything else and it was all he could do to keep
  from grabbing her head and pressing her down on him.

   Naru clung to him her legs locked around his and then slowly relaxed
   slightly.

   She pulled her face away from him resting it on his thigh
  spluttering slightly..

   Umino lay still and felt the dampness of Naru's hair against him.
  the dampness of her thighs against his leg.

    She coughed a small cough and he rose in concern.

   "Naru." His voice felt hoarse from an unvoiced yell.

   "Naru-chan, Daijobu?"

   Naru rose and coughed against the back of her hand.

  "Hai," She nodded slightly. "Fine."
  "I'm fine. Just a little surprised that's all."

   She slowly disentangled herself and rose to a sitting position
  - still maintaining contact with his body.

   "Naru." Umino repeated. "What you did..." His voice held a trace of
  wonderment.

   Naru coloured.

   "You...you didn't mind?"

   "Mind?" He asked. "Why would I mind?"

   "Well...I've...I've never done anything like that and it...I thought
   you might think I was..."

   Umino pulled the girl to him.
  He moved to kiss her and she turned her head slightly away from him.
  With one hand touching the side of her face he stopped her.
  Delicately he turned her face towards him and kissed her gently on
    the lips.

   "But.." She began to protest and he lay a finger tip upon her lips.

   "Shhhh. Kisu shite." (kiss me.) He whispered and kissed her again.

   This time she returned the kiss...hesitantly and then with more
  passion.
  They kissed for a moment and then slowly and with a look of regret
  Umino pulled back.

   "You were saying?" He asked softly smiling gently at her.

   "Nothing?" It was more of a question than a statement.

   "Nothing." He confirmed.

   "Um...?"  She said and blushed again.

   "Um?"

   "I...ah wouldn't mind something to drink."

   He looked alarmed.

   She giggled.

   "I think it's an...ah acquired taste." she said in a mixture of
  consolation and tact. "I didn't think there would be that much."

   He looked worried.

   "I mean," She said with a touch of patience and humor. "That it's
  different. And.. ah... something that a person could get used to"
  She added quickly. "With the right individual."

   "You." She clarified and he breathed a sigh of relief.

   Umino got two more juice bottles from the fridge.

   As they sipped suddenly Naru started giggling.

   "What?"

   "Now I know what they mean by a man of taste and discernment."

   "Akk.Baka-chan." He groaned and then voiced an earlier thought.
   "I...uh...' cause you...you know what if I...?"

   "You're worried about what?" She glanced at his lap.

   "That I won't..." He followed her gaze. "Oh."

   Naru giggled blushing furiously. "I don't know how you could worry
  about something like that....it was there the second we started kissing
  again."

   Umino blushed and looked down... which didn't help as the object of
  his concern stared straight back at him.

   "It's cute." Naru said and with a finger set it bobbing.

   "Kawaii?" Umino asked appalled. "What about "Manly" and "Virile."
   It's not supposed to be cute is it?"

   "Well I think it is." Naru said defensively stroking him like a
   pet as she spoke.
   "I mean I guess it's those girl-things to but I just think it's
  so sweet. I just like to you know hold it."

   Umino wasn't going to argue with this.  He liked her holding
  it as well and if calling his chimpo cute was all the sacrifice
  he had to make then so be it.

   Naru giggled again as she felt him twitch..
   "It's like katana-chan has a life of It's own you know."

   "I know." Umino said and wished again that the words "cute" and
  "sweet" didn't appear as much in Naru's conversation. The idea of
  the nickname  "cute-little-sword" would be forgotten soon. 

   "Remember last Thursday in Math?" Naru asked and putting her
  fingers around him squeezing him lightly. "I wrote you that note
  and then you had to get up and do those problems on the board and
  there he was..."

  "I remember." Umino said flushing at the memory.
  Without the stimulus of the naked girl beside him at least part of
  him would have been on retreat.

  "I think Haruna-ensi saw it." Naru continued and Umino felt both
  horrified and (although he refused to admit it) oddly excited
  (just a bit) and a couple of girls said something to me when we were
  cleaning the classroom. Nanami did. I pretended to ignore them.
  I'm sorry," She gave him a small squeeze and looked up into
  his eyes."But, it's the first one I've ever seen and I feel possessive
  about it. Oh wait" She paused. "....I saw one before."

   Umino felt himself begin to wilt but Naru continued. "My little
  cousin's when my aunt was changing him."

   Umino regained what he lost.

   "I've decided that I want to keep him forever."

   "With me?" He teased recalling a story about a crazy woman.

   Naru pretended to think about it. Then she nodded her head.

   "If you'll let me." She said giving him another firm
  (but still gentle) squeeze.

   "Of course." he said and their lips met.

   Umino began to stroke his way down Naru's body and as he did so
  he also began to slowly begin moving downward.
  He kissed his way from her lips down to her throat, nipping the
  tendons on her neck gently and the soft hollow in it's middle.
  running his hands gently down her sides she purred softly.
  When his lips reached her breasts she began to giggle.

   "That tickles." She said.

   "Do you want me to stop?"
  Umino's tongue briefly touched her nipple and then he placed his
  lips upon her and applied a light wet, rhythmic suction.

   "Oh no." Naru thrust her chest forward and she held his head
  stroking his hair. "A nice tickle."

   He ran his hands lower tracing her ribs, down the gentle
  curve of her belly - which caused her shuddering, to inhale.
  One hand returned to her breast where it stroked and teased,
  his other hand went lower, lower, and then shifted to stroke
  her thigh, her leg.
  Then, his hand began a slow journey back.
  Again it skipped from thigh to belly and then slipped down to the
  soft red curls which grew there.

   "Yes." Naru muttered. "Yes."

   Umino toyed with the damp curls and refused to go lower.
  This was a game they had played before but usually in a more
  furtive way, Umino's hand under his lovers' skirts.
  Before also, part of the hesitation had been nervousness and fear
  here it was lust and playfulness.

   "Gurio-kun" Naru's voice had begun to have a sense of
  urgency about it.

   "What?" Umino asked and continued as if oblivious.

   "Sawatte." Naru insisted "Touch me."

   "I am." Umino said reasonably. He was panting now himself at his
  efforts to maintain control.

   "No." she hissed. "Here...."  Any time before this she would have
  let him take his time and torment her.... now she took his hand
  in her own and placed it between her thighs.
  She began to work his hand with her own and soon both of them
  were moving to satisfy her.

   "Kimochi ii" Naru murmured. "That Feels good."

   Umino grasped her wrist with his other hand and pulled her hand
  free.
  He then grasped her other hand as she lurched against him.

   "I don't think so." He said through gritted teeth.
   and held her arms at her side.

   "Why?"her voice was a whine as she struggled in his grasp, her
  thighs rubbing together.

   "Because." He said and, holding her arms to her sides began to kiss
  his way down her body.
  She stopped struggling a but and he released her wrists when his
  lips reached the curve of her stomach.
  Now she didn't try to get away but simply squirmed and giggled.
  He darted his tongue into her navel and Naru gave a small squeak.
  He did it again and had similar results.

   "Gurio!" She was straddling the three-edged line between pleasure,
  shock and simple ticklishness.

   Umino did it again....just because. and inched downward.

   "What are you...?" She started and then said "Yada."

   "No?" he looked at her flushed face "Why?"

   "Because...it's... you know...just please don't."

   Umino planted a smacking kiss on her stomach and she laughed
  at the noise.

   "I think we are having a double standard." He said. As he has
  worked his way downward her scent had grown stronger.
  It had already aroused him to the point where he could feel
  the spot of dampness he created as his hips rocked ever
  so slightly against the sheets.

   Umino gently parted Naru's closed thighs.

   "Don't." Naru whispered. "Don't look at me."
   "Hazukashii-wa." She said. (I'm embarrassed.)


   "But why?" Umino asked softly and she could feel his breath upon
   her sort red hair.
   "You're beautiful." He murmured. "Every inch of you."
   "Kirei-na karada-dane."
   (You have a beautiful body.)

   He bent forward slowly and his first kiss was almost
  reverential.

   Naru stiffened, shuddered.

   Umino reveled. previously he had covertly tasted his love,
  placing his finger-tips into his mouth after their loveplay
  but before this had been a sensation he had savored secretly.
  Now a feast was laid before him.
  He shifted his attention away from the direct and began to plant
  small light kisses on the inside of her thighs, first one, then
  the other.
  He nuzzled her and inhaled her richness and felt another
  surge in his own body. He had to concentrate on not letting himself
  get carried away with the whole experience and lose himself to
  the friction of his own movements.
  He held her thighs gently opened as he used his neatly-trimmed
  finger nails to scratch her legs and thighs ever-so-lightly
  and Naru gasped and thrashed about.

   "Kiss me!" She demanded. "Kiss me!" and this time Umino did not
  tease her and force her to speak.

   He covered her with light nipping kisses,
  with soft all-encompassing kisses and moist kisses.
  gently using his fingers he opened her and gave her probing kisses.

   "Motto tsuyoko!" (Stronger.) She said  her voice strained.
   "Motto fukaku" (Deeper.)

   Naru responded by trying to lock his head between her legs and with
  her hands she forced him deeper. She spoke, but the words were
  for herself.  Her words became a private litany,  and less and less
  distinguishable.

  Umino felt a lessening of the pressure from her hands and looked up,
  his eye level just slightly higher than the soft auburn curls.
  What he saw sent another surge of fluid from his body with a sharp
  jerk of his thighs.

   Naru had her hands on her breasts and was doing things that
  Umino himself was hesitant to do.

   She held her breasts in both hands, cupping them tightly and
  squeezing them together rhythmically. She grasped and twisted her
  nipples and made sounds deep in her throat.

   Umino moaned and resumed what he was doing with greater vigor.
  The wetness of the sounds arousing him more and feeding back
  upon itself.
   What she was doing, the frank nastiness of it and yet the strange
  beauty of her as she moved. - The almost angelic look of her lust.

   His moans were translated to her flesh to stimulate her anew.

   "Wha..." She finally managed. "What are you doing?"
  She struggled, pushing him away and then somehow broke away
  from him.
  As he turned to face her she was on top of him.
  Straddling him.

   "I need you." She said and pressed herself to him.
  "Anata-ga hoshii" (I want you.).
  Inexperience and haste prevented her desired intent but she rubbed
  herself along his length searing him with her heat.

   "W...Wait." Umino tried to hold her and was almost confounded by
  his own eagerness.

   Naru looked at him with wild, wild eyes.

   "We've..I've....um... protection." He stammered.
  He pretty much agreed with her decision and was losing a lot of
  strength and resolve not to simply rush ahead.
  Dimly however, he knew it was something they'd regret later.

   "Forget it." She said rubbing against him. "I want you now."

   "Naru-chan." His voice was pleading and he tried to hold her still.
  "Think."

   Naru's brow furrowed as when she finally considered what she heard.
  She smiled and hugged Umino.

  "Aishiteru." She whispered. (I love you.)
  "You take care of me so much."

   She propped herself up on his chest, swaying up against him, her
   arms at his sides.

  "So did you bring any?"

  "Actually." He replied moderately abashed. "I didn't."
  He could have stopped to see what she said or did but was not feeling
  suicidal.
   "But they have them...I sorta hoped they would." He waved his arm
  to gesture at the cabinet in the headboard. "In there."

   Naru reached up and grabbed the first one available.
  She opened it carefully with her sharp strong nails.

   "It's blue." She giggled.

   "Um." Umino decided something else would be blue soon to if they
  didn't do something about it but he carefully didn't say anything.

   Naru shifted off of him. And Umino expected her to hand it to him.
  - she didn't.

   "I'll put it on." She said and began to roll it down. She gave a
  little laugh and looked at him fiendishly.
  To explain herself she looked up and told him.
   "I..um I read something in a magazine. I tried out another way
  on my own to sorta practice.. We'll do that next time."

   "Next time?" Umino asked.

   "Well we have to don't we." Her grin was feline and predatory.
   "At the very least till we get it right."

   It was times like this that made Umino glad that she was
  such a perfectionist.


                           *Fin?*
               
   Afterward: Yup it's me and another lemon.
   Just as a side note for purists the Love Hotel here is modeled
   after some pics I've seen of a place called the Hotel Peacock.
   It actually has these odd looking color portions on the outside
   and looks a little like a big disposable lighter.
   Some of the interior Decor has been changed as well.
   Prices.
    Well for a "Rest" it's 4800 yen
     to stay 8500.
   You also may h ave noticed that the story didn't quite finish.
   Heck. sometimes even fictional characters need *some* time alone. :)



        Neil.
         July 4. 99.

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  I have been a nerd in a book.
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     Nene naked?                                    Ami naked?
                             where?
             
  Would it be wrong to make soup from the Senshi or the Sabers underwear?
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               Robyn, Duke of Amber. Agent of Chaos.  
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