X-Game Part II: Love the One You’re With

Well. Time for part two. I don’t have as much confidence in this half of the story, mostly cuz’ I wasn’t planning on cutting it in half in the first place. Most of my stories since X-Game have been in one piece, and I like it better that way. But, meh, what can you do?

In this section I introduce someone that will become a recurring character; the H Professor. He is based off a character from the H-game series Ore no Natsu Yasumi who teaches your character… stuff… in exchange for… stuff… Anyway, he makes an appearance in my stories mainly because I figure most of the protagonists would have no idea how to treat a loli in a serious relationship. I doubt many of them think about these kinds of things. So, they go to the professor to become better acquainted with the ins and outs of loli love. Simple enough. Expect that in later stories I won’t spend so much time dwelling on the character’s visit with him after he’s an established character in my ‘canon’.

Well. I’ll let my writing speak for itself again after this brief synopsis. If you don’t know what’s going on, go back and read part I!

Lastly, at the request of Wej, I will now start including images of the characters involved in the story so you can better visualize. So:

Kou: http://indexdown.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/cross-game.jpg
Momiji: http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FFr_CL_FHPk/ShwW3wV3A9I/AAAAAAAALYI/gW-PnfhbFZ4/s1600-h/crossgame08-00002.jpg
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Love the One You’re With

Obviously they couldn’t be lovers in public. After their declaration, in fact, very little happened. They had kissed one or two more times since the first time in the batting cages, and that was it. He still knocked before entering her room to take her to practice. He still gave her piggy-back rides home, and she would still kiss him as thanks… though not on the cheek anymore.

It seemed like a long time, but only two or three days passed in this fashion. Then, one day, Kou remembered something he had been meaning to do. Or see, rather.

That morning he knocked on Momiji’s door and waited for her response of ‘Almost ready,’. He then cleared his throat and asked, through the door:

“Hey Momiji. Can I see you in your swimsuit?”

There was a long pause. Then:

“Sure. C’mon in.”

He opened the door and went in. Momiji had been dressed except for socks and shoes, but as he entered she pulled her t-shirt off and then slid her pants down around her ankles. As he took in her lovely form she gingerly stepped out of her pants and spread her arms apart, presenting herself.

She was wearing a tight blue school swimsuit with a white rectangle on the chest with the name ‘Momiji’ written on it in permanent marker. Her neck was bare to her collarbone, as were her shoulders and arms. Her feet and legs were bare as well. Other than that her body was wrapped in the deep blue. Only the faintest of bumps on the chest of the suit suggested the presence of nipples, and heavy support in the crotch meant there was nothing but a formless lump between her legs.

She was super cute, but in no way erotic. He wondered idly why some people had a school swimsuit fetish. Seeing her like that just made him want to hug her more than anything else.

“Alright, sorry, it’s just that I’ve never seen you in just your swimsuit so…” Kou said, turning away. Momiji sprang forward and caught his arm, though.

“Aren’t you going to give me a ‘thank you’ for kindly showing you my swimsuit?” she asked, eyes bright. That meant she wanted a kiss. She loved kissing way too much. Not that Kou was any different.

So, it was no trouble at all for him to kneel down, wrap his arms around her swimsuit-clad little body and press his lips against hers. She had become very adept at lip-pressing despite the difference in the sizes of their lips. There was a pause, and he noticed that she wasn’t very interested in this particular kiss. He backed off a little, and looked at her curiously.

“Hmm… it doesn’t feel right. We’re lovers, but you have to kneel down or pick me up to kiss me. Doesn’t feel very adult…” Momiji murmured, frowning thoughtfully.

“Then… what if we kiss like adults?” Kou suggested.

“Oh? That might solve things…” Momiji said, instantly interested. Kou chuckled.

“Alright. Open your mouth a little…” Kou said. Momiji obliged, opening her tiny mouth a little. Kou was already blushing, so he hurriedly went in for it. He kissed her, with his own mouth open as well, and then he slid his tongue into her mouth.

“N?” she made a noise that Kou couldn’t decipher. It could have been surprise, amusement, revulsion, or some combination of the above. Or none of the above.

Her mouth was hot and wet. Once she figured out what was going on he felt her small tongue moving against his and even slipping into his mouth a little, though it couldn’t get far. She pressed closer against him. He took one hand from around her and patted her head, stroking her hair and pulling her face closer to his.

They broke off to catch their breath. Neither of them were used to it, so they were both panting a little. Momiji reached up and wiped around her mouth. She was grinning, and blushing. Kou realized he was also grinning.

“So that’s what you meant. I thought you were gonna take your clothes off or something,” Momiji said.

“Like we have that kind of time,” Kou said, flicking her on the forehead. “Aren’t we gonna be late already?”

“Ah!” Momiji caught sight of the time on the clock. “We’ve gotta dash!”

~ ~ ~

There’s not too many sources of information regarding how to have a relationship with a 5^th grader that are openly available. ‘Openly’ meaning that you can get your hands on without at least someone noticing that you’re a perverted freak. At first you think ‘ah, I’ll just subtly bring it up with my friends to get their opinions without them realizing what I’m talking about’. That really doesn’t work. Nor does trying to get your hands on related pornography.

However, luckily, there was a workaround for Kou. Where he lived there was a sort of legendary house. A kind of haven for all young males. In this house lived a very old and senile granny and her grandson. Her grandson lived in the basement, a realm into which the old lady had never set foot in probably more than a decade. In that decade the basement had become a fortress stocked with all that is perverse in the male mind. The resident of that basement was what some termed a ‘Porno Professor’. No one really knew how old he was. Only that he was fat, ugly, perverse, and an expert on every function of both the male and female body, despite never having actually been near a real female in his entire life.

And, if you brought him a present, he would impart this wisdom to you on request.

Somehow Kou found buying normal porn rather easy. A high-school boy looking at normal, straight, big-boobed woman porn was considered healthy by the majority of adults in the city. So he didn’t even bother hiding the fact as he got one of the newest mags, hot off the press. He hoped no one else had brought it to the Professor yet as an offering.

~ ~ ~

“Ahh. Hot of the press,” the Professor murmured, as he stroked his sweaty cheek against the mag. “Luckily for you no one has already brought me this issue as an offering yet.”

“Ah. That’s good…” Kou said, not really knowing where to look. He had heard of the Professor from rumors and stories, but he had never had a need to go to his house before this. There was… so much porn. Kou had trouble believing that that much porn actually existed in hard copy. And he doubted even more that there were people who would actually read half of the stuff there. He wondered just how many of the odd fetishes he saw there were actually followed by sane people.

“So. This is your first time here, and you’ve brought me an offering. You must need something,” the Professor said, carefully filing the new magazine away in the proper area. He then took a pair of glasses, rubbed them on his slightly-too-small yellow shirt, and perched them on his nose. They made him look ridiculous.

“Um. Yeah. Long story short: my girlfriend’s a 5^th grader, and I’m sorta worried about the… um… physical aspects,” Kou said, blushing and looking at the ceiling, which was papered with pornographic posters.

“5^th grader,” the Professor repeated. Kou winced a little, expecting retribution, but the Professor merely nodded and scratched his chin. “So, already had sex-ed. Does she know she’s your girlfriend?”

“Yes. She does,” Kou’s eyebrow twitched a little. Just exactly what kinds of people was this Professor used to dealing with?

“Just asking, just asking. You already played around? Explored each other’s bodies, etc?” the Professor asked, even as he turned away. He was digging through the ‘lolicon’ section of his magazines, thumbing through a few to find what he was looking for.

“Um. No? I’m not… I mean… that’s not really what…” Kou stammered, trying to explain without explaining. He didn’t feel like telling this random guy everything about the relationship. He respected Momiji too much to just play little sexual games with her.

“You just want to have sex with her,” the Professor finished for him, flatly. Kou winced a little, then nodded slowly. The Professor gave him a wry smile and then put a few magazines out and opened them in front of Kou, asking as he did. “You ever try jacking off before you’re aroused?”

“Huh? No. What’s that-…?” Kou started, but the Professor held up a hand.

“Stop. Yes or no is fine. Obviously you haven’t. Sure you’d get off eventually but you’d rub yourself raw in the process. First you look at porn or have a good long think about your girlfriend’s body or whatever. Now, when you’re dealing with a kid, you’ve got to think in the same lines. She’s not gonna be in the mood cuz’ she doesn’t even know what the mood feels like. So before you have sex with her you have to introduce her to the concept of sexual fulfillment,” the Professor explained, flipping through a few pages of the magazines. Kou looked but didn’t really ‘look’. He was here for information, not to look at other girls.

“… okay…” Kou said slowly. He didn’t really get it.

“Listen. The age difference is huge. If you were, like, 12, then maybe it would be okay. Maybe. At your age you have to realize that you’re going to hurt her. Quite a bit actually. If you just bull through and do that part of it first then she’ll never forgive you. So first you have to show her that doing this stuff can feel really, really good before you then show her that it can also feel really, really bad. Plus girls tend to relax after orgasm, so it’ll be easier to enter her if you do that with her first,” the Professor explained. Kou finally started grasping his meaning.

“Oh. I guess that makes sense…” he said, and actually it sounded like a good plan. Before just using her for his own pleasure it would be nice to give her a taste of it as well. Kou didn’t feel quite so terrible about the whole thing. Still fairly terrible, though.

“Right? And then, when you do do it, use this position,” the Professor said, holding up one of the magazines. “Girl on her stomach, legs spread far apart as possible. Think of it like doggy style but laying almost flat. ’s called ‘backing’. The angle will keep you from entering too hard or deep. Safest way to take a kid for the first time. Don’t try to do it on the floor, though. Put her up on a bed or something that will bring her pretty level with you.”

“Um,” Kou swallowed. That was a little too detailed. The image of Momiji in a similar position sprang to mind and would not go away. “Okay.”

“Just keep those two things in mind and she might even like you by the time it’s all over,” the Professor said, reaching over to give Kou a pat on the arm.

“Y… Yeah. I’ll keep that in mind,” Kou said, hoping the Professor wouldn’t notice the flush of his face. Time to go. “Listen. Thanks. I didn’t think I’d be able to get real help with this but you’ve explained it all pretty well.”

“Hehe. If you need anything else don’t hesitate to drop in. I’m trying to expand my yuri collection, so next time if you could bring one of those…” the Professor trailed off.

“Yeah. I’ll see what I can do. Thanks,” Kou said, turning away to hide the state of his pants and hurriedly making his exit.

He decided not to masturbate, though his body was raging. He wanted to hold onto that feeling. He would need that drive to pull this off.

~ ~ ~

When Kou arrived home he was surprised to find the Kitamura Sports store closed. A white sign on the front read ‘Closed for Summer Break’. Kou stared at the sign for a few seconds, then made a chagrined face and dashed inside. He found a note by the phone that said:

‘Kou, we’re closing down the store for a few days to go and visit family up in the mountains. Make sure nothing gets stolen.

• Love Mom and Dad’

Kou crumpled the note in his fist, eyebrow twitching. Just like New Years. His parents would always run off on private trips on their own. If they wanted to escape that badly they could just tell him to his face.

Then a realization dawned on Kou, and the paper fell from his fist. Mechanically he picked up the phone and dialed the Tsukishima residence. Ichiyou was running the Clover cafe, so the only one who could answer would be…

“H’lo?”

Momiji.

“Hey, Momiji,” Kou said, he didn’t try to sound casual. He didn’t really try to sound anything. His heart was beating fast.

“Oh. Kou. What’s up?” Momiji said, she sounded distracted. She was probably watching TV.

“My parents are out of town. Want to come over?” Kou asked. He didn’t say ‘come over and play’. He hoped Momiji would understand what he meant.

There was a long pause.

“I’ll grab my glove and tell Ichiyou I’m going over to play catch, ‘kay?” Momiji’s voice was a little subdued. Kou knew she had gotten his point.

“Alright. See you in a few minutes,” Kou said, letting out a deep breath.

“’kay,” Momiji responded, and then hung up.

Kou let out another deep breath and leaned back against the wall, pressing a hand to his forehead.

Here goes nothing…

~ ~ ~

Momiji came over wearing another loose sports jersey and loose jean shorts. They were probably hand-me-downs from her sisters. Actually probably Aoba, considering the sports theme. She was also wearing a baseball cap. She was super cute. Ordinarily Kou would have marveled at how cute she was, but the word ‘cute’ was having a hard time entering his mind. Actually most things were having trouble entering his mind with the picture the Professor had conjured up earlier dominating most of his brain space. He didn’t think he had ever been this erect for such a long period of time.

He led her up to his room and then sat down on the floor with his back to his bed. She looked at him shyly. He raised a hand and made a ‘come here’ gesture. She quietly walked over and they wrapped their arms around each other. She opened her mouth a little and they kissed, each tasting the tongue of the other. He had already become addicted to the taste of her lips, tongue, and saliva. They didn’t really taste like anything, but it was addicting anyway.

They kissed for longer than they had that morning, but this time he didn’t let the moment break. When they parted lips so that Momiji could regain her breath he didn’t stop. Instead he bent his head down and kissed her neck and then her ear. He whispered her name in her ear. She was blushing very hot, and her hard breathing didn’t slow down very much. She was reacting. She was realizing that the situation had become something very serious. When he kissed her again her hands fisted a little, tugging at his shirt. She didn’t relax her hands all through that kiss. She was panting again when they broke, eyes half closed.

“Kou~…” she murmured, raising her eyes to look at his face.

“Momiji… sorry…” he felt his mind slow down a little. He couldn’t just plod on when she was making that face.

“No… It feels good but… Kou… are we going to have sex?” she asked, and there was a little tremble in her voice.

“… a little later… yeah,” he said, stroking her hair.

“It’s gonna hurt… isn’t it?” she asked, quietly.

“Yeah. I wanted to make sure you felt really good first, but even still it’ll hurt,” Kou admitted. Then he let out a deep breath. “Sorry. Maybe we shouldn’t.”

“It’s okay…” Momiji said slowly. She was looking down. “I love Kou, so it’s okay.”

That gave Kou a bit of a pause.

“How come you love me so much, Momiji? I guess I didn’t really understand when you said it in the batting cages. What’s so great about me?” Kou asked, leaning back a little but still holding her loosely. She leaned forward and pressed her head against his chest.

“When I was little Kou would listen to me when the others were busy, and play with me. I was so little that you had to be careful even if I was playing really rough, so you got hurt a few times because of me…” Momiji murmured.

“Wait, what? Nah, that was just because of my stupidity, not your fault,” Kou said, but Momiji was already shaking her head.

“After that, whenever I was being annoying or a brat you’d always be the one to stick it out with me until I was back to normal. You always knew when I was missing my mom and you’d buy me snacks or tell me funny stories until I wasn’t sad anymore. You came over during New Years when I was sick and stayed with me even though Aoba-nee was always picking on you and throwing stuff at you…” Momiji said, listing all the many things written in her heart under ‘Kou’.

“Um…” Kou tried to think of something to say. Something to downplay it all, but he was amazed how much Momiji remembered about their interactions. Looking back he realized that she had played a major role in his day to day life, just as he had apparently played one in hers. He couldn’t speak. He just kept stroking her head.

“That’s why, even if it hurts, I want to do something for Kou. Even though you’ve done things for me ever since I was a little baby I’ve never done anything back for you. I was really, really happy when you asked me to be your girlfriend, because finally I can do something that will make Kou very happy,” Momiji finished, hugging him tighter and snuggling against his chest.

“… alright. I understand. Thank you… Momiji…” Kou said, snuggling his head against hers, feeling the softness of her hair against his cheek.

Then he pulled her away from him just enough so they could start kissing again. Her hands fisted again, though their kiss wasn’t as forceful as that last one had been. He didn’t need to just plow through now. He knew she was feeling things, deep inside.

He kept kissing her deeply as he slid his hands down her back, over her firm rear, and then around to her front. He only briefly touched her chest, lightly feeling her nipples through the fabric of her shirt, and then he put his hands on her shorts. They were loose, so they slid down when he tried to slide his hand under them. Oh well. Either way would work. He continued pushing her shorts down until they were around her knees. Then he gently touched and rubbed at her panties. Today she was wearing green panties with flower print. She seemed to like flower print. Kou wondered idly if he would get used to seeing all her different pairs of panties eventually.

They stopped kissing while he began touching her. She reacted strongly at the first touch, pulling her head back a bit with a large wince and another “N!” sound. She was breathing hard from the kiss, and she looked at Kou with a kind of curious, uncomprehending look. She was aroused. Kou knew the thought was running through her head that she had touched herself in that spot various times over the years, just accidentally or casually or whatever, and it had never before felt like that single touch had.

Kou pressed Momiji’s panties into her little slit with a finger, just a bit. He watched them closely and saw them turn a little darker right in the middle of where the slit was. She was getting wet, or at least moist. Satisfied, Kou hooked his fingers through the elastic band at the top of the panties and pulled them down ’til they were at her knees with her shorts. Kou was amazed that she hadn’t raised any objections yet. Instead she was just watching him, though she was blushing deeply and still breathing hard.

She reacted hard again when he slid a finger over her naked lips. He drew the finger back and rubbed it against his thumb, feeling it slide. Then he went to work. He slid the same finger back and forth, down there. He pulled her lips back a little with his thumb so he could touch the warm flesh on the inside. At first he thought his hand was shaking, but then he realized it was her. Her legs, still with her panties and shorts suspended around her knees, were trembling. She was trembling. Her hands were on his shoulders and her head was bowed. Her breathing was becoming ragged.

“Kou~…” she moaned, her voice trembling with her body. Besides his name she only made noises. Kou had never heard sounds so exciting before in his life. Spelled out they would probably look like: ‘Ahn… nnn… ku… nnn~… haa~… ng…” etc.

Kou’s finger was dripping, by this point. He experimented with poking it in a little bit, and felt Momiji tense up as he did, clenching her teeth and going up on her tiptoes. He pulled out and she relaxed, panting raggedly. He touched her little bud with his thumb and she pressed her hips toward him, toward his hand. He realized he didn’t even know what would happen when she orgasmed. Obviously she could, since the Professor had mentioned that, but what was it like? He tried to think back to sex-ed but girls getting wet was the only part he could remember. She was leaning forward in an over sized shirt so he couldn’t see that her nipples had gone hard. The rest was mostly internal.

Then suddenly she rocked forward, and the hand he still had wrapped around her felt a spasm pass through her body. Her voice, moaning, caught. She trembled, then another spasm went through her. More warm liquid was shaken out onto Kou’s hand that was touching her down there. She shuddered a few more times, but he lost count. Then she fell forward into him, cuddling against him, and let out a long sigh. It was a ragged sigh, and her breathing was still a little uneven, but he could tell that she had relaxed.

“Feel good?” Kou asked quietly, into her ear. She gave a soft smile and nodded against his chest. “’kay. I’m gonna put you on the bed now, then it’s my turn. Okay?” Again she nodded. So he slid her shorts and panties the rest of the way off, helping her step out of them. He took off her baseball cap and helped her pull her shirt off. He then let go of her and got up just long enough to locate a towel and set it on the bed. He folded it over several times, so that it would be only in the region of where the blood would probably fall. He wondered how much blood, exactly, there was going to be. But he was in a hurry, so he pushed the thought away.

He picked her up gently and laid her down on the bed, face-down. She pillowed her head on her folded arms, and he helped her move her legs into the right position. Clear liquid leaked slowly from her vagina and was soaked up by the towel. Her naked back rose and fell as she breathed deeply. Her eyes were half closed, and her twin tails had fallen over her right shoulder.

Kou was breathing raggedly himself. He knew for a fact that it wasn’t going to take long at all. He quickly pulled his pants and boxers down and placed his hands on her hips, slowly guiding himself forward. The tip of his penis touched the right spot, but then slid downward without entering. He reached down with one hand to keep it straight. Then he pushed forward. Pressed up against her skin. She was already starting to wince as the lips were opened. And then he felt the tip of his penis enter her, and he let go with his hand, took hold of her hips again, and slowly pushed inside of her.

Her mouth opened, and she moaned in a pained way. She looked back at him, and her eyes were wet already. Then she closed her eyes, and clenched her teeth, and put her head down. Her hands were not folded anymore, but were out to either side of her, fisted.

Kou withdrew and entered her a few times with just the head, letting her slick wetness cover him. Then, once he could move more easily, he entered her deeper. He was surprised by how fast he came up against a wall, and he paused. She was crying, already. Small sobs were making her body twitch. Her teeth were still clenched, and he knew Momiji was trying her hardest not to whine. She was doing her best to bear the pain, because she wanted to be his.

He drew in a deep, ragged breath, and bent over her, pulling back and thrusting hard and suddenly. He felt something tear. Momiji opened her mouth long enough to make the noise ‘Ahn!’ and then clenched it shut again, though her crying became heavier.

He didn’t look at the red trickle that ran down his penis and dripped onto the towel. He bowed his head, closed his eyes, and murmured I’m sorry… somewhere in his heart. And then he slid in and out of her as fast as he could, not trying to penetrate any deeper. His breathing became feverish and shallow. She, too, was breathing raggedly between sobs. She pressed her face into his bed, her hands crumpling his bedsheet in clenched fists.

And then he thrust hard once, twice, and then the third time his body jerked and he had to put his hands on the bed to steady himself. It seemed like he ejaculated for a very, very long time. She was so hot and wet down there that he didn’t even notice his own semen pooling up around his penis and then dripping out around it and onto the towel.

He took in and let out several deep breaths. She was also gasping, and still crying. She winced one last time when he slowly pulled himself out. And then it was over. His limp, throbbing penis was wet with three kinds of liquid, as was her vagina and the towel. Gently he took the towel and used it to clean up his own member and her little slit. When he had cleaned up as much as he could he picked up her panties and softly slid them up over her legs until they were on properly. Then he picked up her shorts and did the same. His own boxer came next, then his pants. By the time he had finished his breathing had mostly leveled. She was breathing softer, but was still shaking now and then with sobs.

Saying nothing, he adjusted her position on the bed until she was laying properly, and then he laid down next to her. Cradling her close he stroked her hair, her adorable twin tails. After a few moments of this he felt her snuggle closer to him and her small arms came up around him, hugging him gently. They stayed like that, and he stroked her, until the crying stopped and he felt her breathe rhythmically. Asleep.

Carefully he extricated himself from her weak embrace and went downstairs. He picked up the phone and dialed over to the Clover cafe, hoping against hope that he could sound normal.

“Clover Cafe and Batting Cages, how can I help you?” Ichiyou’s voice came.

“Ichiyou? It’s Kou. Momiji must have been super tired, she just conked out after we were playing catch for a while. She’s napping right now…” Kou said, trying to sound natural.

“Oh? That’s fine. Just make sure she doesn’t sleep too long or she’ll be wired at night,” Ichiyou said, distracted. Kou remembered that, by and large, Momiji was left to her own devices by the family. They loved her, of course, but they all had their own lives to look after. Ichiyou was busy with the store, so she wouldn’t worry about Momiji unless she failed to show up again at the house that night.

“Oh. Alright. Take care,” Kou said. Ichiyou returned the sentiment and then he hung up.

Then he went back upstairs, to his room. Momiji was in the same position as when he had left. He got back on the bed, and again wrapped her in his arms softly. Then he started stroking her hair, and kept doing so until he, too, fell asleep.

The End

~ by haganehare on July 15, 2009.