Chapter 13: I gave my childhood friend the last creampie of the school trip

I gave my childhood friend the last creampie of the school trip

The last time I stayed in Aya’s room was in the summer of sixth grade.

Aya, Hiroto and I played together at the public pool.

Starting from the next day, Aya and my families were planning to go camping together.

After dropping Aya and the others off after the pool, I ended up going up to Aya’s room to relax.

“Boyan, why don’t you just stay the night?”

That’s right, Aya suggested it.

Her family was going camping together the next day anyway, so they gladly offered.

A futon was set up next to the bed.

But in the end, both of us sat on the futon, just talking about trivial things.

There was a bit of an unusual feeling.

And a hint of feeling like we were doing something a bit naughty.

Even when Aya’s mother told us to go to sleep early, we were both too excited to sleep, weren’t we?

During that time, Aya had shorter hair than she does now, almost like a buzz cut.

Her clothing wasn’t much different from mine, more like a boy’s attire.

On that day too, she wore a loose-fitting short-sleeved hoodie and shorts.

However, by that time, Aya had already been confessed to by a few guys.

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Her breasts were starting to develop, so perhaps that’s why she often wore loose-fitting clothes.

I had noticed Aya’s changes somewhere along the line.

Looking back now, I had likely already fallen in love.

But I was afraid of something breaking.

Afraid that we wouldn’t be able to be together anymore.

So, I pretended not to notice my feelings or Aya’s changes.

Before I knew it, I pretended not to notice even pretending not to notice.

And that’s how I became ‘Boyan’.

Wait, why did I stop staying over after that day?

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“I’m going to the bathroom.”

“Oh, Boyan, need to pee? Be careful, the hallway is dark! I’m out of here~”

Aya playfully imitated a ghost, trying to scare me.

“Then I’ll just pee on you.”

I responded with a childish reply that’s unimaginable to me now.

“Eww, gross!”

Aya laughed and such a casual exchange took place.

And then when she returned from the bathroom…

Aya was asleep.

Sitting on the futon, she leaned her upper body onto the bed as if collapsing.

Soft snores escaped her lips.

I stood there in front of the door for a while, unable to move.

I was mesmerized by Aya.

The short hair, the glimpse of her white nape from the buzz cut, the clean line of her neck, the long eyelashes.

Her sleeping form seemed somehow erotic.

I ended up getting an erection.

The clock’s hands pointing at 23:00 sounded unusually loud.

So I stopped staying over at Aya’s house because I felt desire for her?

All of this for such a trivial reason.

I glanced at the clock, lost in memories.

The hands indicated 4:31.

Time doesn’t stop.

I have about two more hours to indulge in Aya in this room.

How many times can I make her climax before then?

How many times can I fill Aya’s heart with me?

I can’t contain my restless excitement.

“Aya, shall we go to bed?”

“Sure.”

I pulled Aya’s hand and we both fell onto the bed.

However, just before reaching the bed, I pushed Aya down.

Even though it’s just a few steps away, I can’t hold back.

Aya leaned forward, barely supporting herself on her elbows on the mattress.

On her knees on the floor, she positioned herself to present her buttocks towards me.

It’s like that time in the Japanese-style room when we did it from behind.

And also like the sight that captivated me when she returned from the bathroom that day.

I leaned over Aya from behind.

“Oh, wait, Boyan… on the bed…”

I can’t believe how much I’m building this up.

I’m even reluctant to waste even a moment before getting on the bed.

Aya’s elbows are on the bed, creating a gap between her chest and the mattress.

I reach around from behind, slipping my hands inside her blouse to feel the texture of her bra.

The elasticity of her ample breasts transfers through the fabric.

“Ahh, ah…”

I moved the bra within the blouse, exposing her nipples.

I massaged her breasts, their softness interrupted by the firmness of erect nipples.

The inside of Aya’s blouse was hot and damp.

My hands, gripping her ample breasts, slip due to sweat.

I end up kneading them with a squeezing motion, trying to concentrate the pressure on the tips.

“Aya, your body, so sweaty…”

“Well, you’re… touching me…”

“Me?”

“Yeah, your hands… touching me a lot…”

The cause of the sweat isn’t just that, I think.

But Aya right now seems to only be thinking about the palms of my hands fondling her breasts.

My member is getting even harder.

I’m so eager to insert it into Aya’s genitals.

I lift Aya’s skirt, exposing her white buttocks to the open air.

I grab her firm peachy bottom with both hands and press my throbbing manhood against it.

Neither Aya nor I have much of our lower bodies exposed.

Aya’s panties are caught around her knees.

Taking off or removing any clothes felt like too much trouble.

With Aya’s buttocks spread open, I slowly thrust my manhood into her.

“Mmm, nnngh, uuuhhh!”

I thrust all the way to the base of the shaft with a splashing sound, making Aya climax from that sensation alone.

Without hesitation, I start a vigorous piston motion, slamming my hips.

“Ahh, nngh, ahh, nngh, kuhh… fuu, ah, ahhh… nnaahh!”

Thud, thud, my crotch slaps against hers, making Aya’s soft buttocks quake.

With each thrust, Aya’s moans grow louder.

Aya’s body sways back and forth with my thrusts.

Her breasts, partially exposed within her blouse, bounce with each thud.

It feels like our motions are in sync.

Unlike when I took her in the Japanese-style room.

It’s not just me shaking Aya, she’s moving her hips in rhythm to savor the pleasure.

“Nhff, uuh… ngh…”

Before I know it, Aya is clutching the sheets tightly, burying her face into the bed.

Desperately suppressing her voice, she seems to be trying to keep her moans from escaping.

“Aya, lift your head. It’s uncomfortable like that.”

“Nnahh, no… I’ll make… too much noise…”

Seems like she’s afraid her own lewd screams might be heard by her family downstairs.

Well, that’s only natural.

But.

The sounds of our affair won’t reach downstairs.

Those people won’t notice.

My intuition tells me so.

“Aya, I’m going to come.”

I increase the speed of my thrusts.

Slam, slam, my skin slapping against hers at a rhythm like clapping.

“Aah, wait, Boyan… haa, ahhn… ahh, ahh, aahn, nnghnnn…”

Driven by the rhythm of the rapid thrusts.

Squeezed by the convulsions of Aya’s vaginal folds.

The surging torrent is released from my manhood.

“Guh, uah…”

Spurts, spurts, spurts, ejaculating with pleasure.

“Nguk, fuuh… nnunnnghh…!”

Aya buries her face in the sheets too, climaxing with a muffled voice.

Her body convulses and shivers in sync with my penis releasing semen.

Not done yet.

More.

I want to smudge Aya even more.

I want to hear her voice clearly.

I want to see her face as she orgasms.

Still ejaculating, I slip my hand under Aya’s lower abdomen, lift her hips and press against her with my groin.

“Auuh…”

Aya’s body lifted and leaned forward on the bed.

I grabbed Aya’s shoulders as she got on all fours on the sheet and gently flipped her over.

She turned around and her eyes captured me.

She accepted everything I was doing and had a look of complete reassurance.

I also climbed onto the bed, pressing my lower abdomen against Aya’s powerless body as she lay on her back.

Aya and I were connected in the missionary position.

Since we were lying perpendicular to the elongated bed, Aya’s head was close to the wall.

To adjust our position, I slid my hands under Aya’s back, lifting her body.

With a few bounces, we rotated ninety degrees on the bed together and I brought Aya’s head towards the headboard.

Without even a brief pause, I started thrusting my hips up and down.

As I moved in and out of Aya’s vagina, my manhood regained its hardness.

“Mm, ha, haa, nnaa… ah, hauu, annaa…”

Aya began to moan in a lewd voice.

She closed her eyes, seemingly enjoying the sensation, her face contorting with pleasure at times.

I repeatedly dipped my manhood into Aya’s honey pot, making squelching sounds.

I fervently dug into her tight vaginal walls that had completely adapted to my shape.

With a piston-like motion akin to hammering, I continued in and out of her spread lower half.

The wooden bed creaked and squeaked, the mattress bouncing.

Aya’s thighs lifted as I thrust down and with each thrust of my hips, her feet wandered in the air.

“Aah, aah, Boyan, no, stop, no, aann, Boyan, Boyan, aann, nna, ahh…”

Aya’s slightly open mouth continuously called my name, as if seeking relief from the overwhelming pleasure.

Witnessing that, a primal urge surged within me.

The feeling of ejaculation coursed through my entire body.

However, I had just ejaculated a while ago, so I wouldn’t reach a real climax this time.

With my manhood swollen to the point of bursting, I continued the frustrating thrusts.

The faint rays of the evening sun streamed through the window.

Aya’s white blouse began to turn a reddish hue.

The surroundings grew dimmer.

“Guh… Aya, I’m coming!”

“Mm… mm…”

Aya couldn’t even reply, she just nodded weakly.

“Gah…!”

An intense climax, as if releasing everything from my testicles.

A tremendous wave of pleasure caused me to let out a primal sound.

Throb, throb, my manhood pulsated and a sparkling sensation overtook my head.

Although only a minimal amount of semen was being ejaculated, the sensation was the most intense I had experienced.

I couldn’t withstand the overwhelming pleasure any longer and collapsed onto Aya.

Through her school uniform, I felt Aya’s softness.

“Ahh… ahh…”

Aya let out breathless gasps, trembling slightly.

It seemed like she couldn’t break free from a prolonged orgasm.

Just like me.

I gently placed my head against Aya’s chest, feeling the rhythmic thumping of her rapid heartbeat.

Her sweat-soaked blouse clung to her skin.

A sweet fragrance emanated from Aya’s neck and cleavage.

Surrounded by Aya’s scent, I closed my eyes in peace.

I wondered how far we had gone.

More.

I want to smudge her even more.

Today, the time limit is almost up, though.

Our school trip is coming to an end.

The feverish, out-of-the-ordinary experience is fading.

The mundane is returning.

On the bed tinted in vermilion hues, Aya and I gently embraced each other.

Both of us were still catching our breath.

Aya enveloped me gently as I buried my face into her soft chest.

Aya’s palms stroked my head, patting my back.

It was a gesture akin to soothing a dog or a baby and strangely comforting.

I lifted my face as if remembering something and kissed Aya.

A blissful moment.

Both of us have finally calmed our breathing.

I gently stroke the smooth sheet.

The scent of Aya has soaked the bed, unchanged since elementary school.

Made of wood, with a shelf at the head.

On the inside of that shelf was a sticker.

“Oh, this…?”

It was a worn sticker with a corner torn off.

A pig, with a helmet on and holding a sword, posed as if it were a samurai.

It was Pig Samurai.

I remember these, they were collectible stickers from snack packages that were popular back in elementary school.

I used to buy snacks at the local supermarket with Aya, looking forward to the stickers and often opened them in this room.

I have a memory of dancing around when I found a limited edition sparkling sticker of ‘Pig Samurai’.

Speaking of which…

I was so happy that I ended up putting it on while Aya was in the bathroom.

What was I thinking back then as an elementary school student?

Did I want to share my joy?

In any case, it was a self-centered action.

As expected, when Aya returned from the bathroom, she was furious…

Oh, wait, didn’t Aya ask me to take it off?

“Aya, you actually left this on.”

Aya followed my gaze and looked at the shelf above her head.

“Oh, this…?”

Aya chuckled softly.

“When I got mad, Boyan, you looked so down and left in a sulky mood, remember?”

“Did I do that?”

Ah, that’s right.

For the first and last time, seeing Aya so angry was shocking.

“Ya know, I thought about taking it off after Boyan returned home…”

Aya placed her hand on my cheek.

“When I remembered how happy you looked, I couldn’t help but laugh… I saw that delighted face of yours for the first time.”

Aya pinched my cheek softly.

She had left it on without removing it.

Such a small gesture.

Yet, I felt oddly delighted… exceedingly so.

“Ahibafaoe… Thanks for not removing it.”

As Aya pulled my cheek, I couldn’t manage to say “thank you.”

Aya burst into laughter with a pfft.

Still smiling from that laughter, she looked at the sticker with joy.

“When I’ve had a bad day or felt irritated… seeing this makes my anger just vanish. I think of your happy and sad expressions and it makes me laugh.”

It seemed that my impromptu prank had been providing Aya with a calming effect over the years.

“So… thank you.”

Aya innocently smiled while saying that, looking cute.

For some reason, she seemed alluring, seductive and somewhat provocative.

Endearing.

So adorable.

――Calm down.

God’s intuition was soothing me.

Though at a time like this, I feel like succumbing to Aya’s hesitant seduction would be fine.

Apparently, even in such seemingly casual exchanges, intuition suggests not surrendering control of one’s heart.

“I’m glad. I’m glad I could be helpful to you, Aya.”

I expressed my gratitude calmly, without embarrassment, in a low voice.

I smiled too, as a bonus.

“Yeah, just a little…”

Aya’s gaze slightly swam.

After that moment, she looked at me heatedly.

It was the face that wanted a kiss.

I responded to her desire, lowering my lips.

Once again, intuition seemed to guide me correctly.

We repeated pecking kisses and as the contact area expanded…

――It’s coming.

Intuition issued a warning.

I glanced at the clock and saw it was six o’clock.

It was still a bit early for the time we’d go to the restaurant with the family.

However, I obeyed intuition, disengaging our lips and bodies.

I wiped Aya’s body and then dried myself.

We straightened our wrinkled uniforms and underwear.

We sat at the low table, sipped tea and caught our breath.

At that moment, there was a knock on the door.

The door opened with a clatter and Aya’s mother peeked in.

“Oh my, you two are in the dark without even turning on the lights…”

Aya visibly panicked.

“Ah— We were just getting into the conversation!”

“Oh~ Staying over today again? Just kidding.”

“Mo-om!”

Aya protested loudly.

She was way too flustered.

“Hehe, just kidding. Oh, right, you haven’t had dinner yet, but how about taking a shower first? You must’ve sweated a lot outside, right? Change out of your uniform – it’s all wrinkled.”

“Yeah, okay…”

This time, she began tugging down her skirt nervously.

Her agitation was palpable.

But Aya’s mother just left with a smile.

There was not an ounce of suspicion.

Intuition assured me of that.

Aya’s mother wasn’t dense.

Normally, she wouldn’t fail to notice something was off.

Was this some minor divine service at play?

No, it’s because of me, Boyan.

The face of a monk who has reached enlightenment, seemingly devoid of desire.

An undeniable sense of reassurance that nothing weird would happen.

This mysterious trust Aya’s mother seemed to have in me could be called divine intervention.

Well, in reality, the only one who has seen my beast-like form is Aya.

“Alright, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Sure, see you later.”

Aya awkwardly stood up and left the room.

Thump, the sound of footsteps ascending the stairs woke me up.

It seemed I had fallen asleep while lying on the low table, my face buried in it.

Waking up like this, my head felt hazy.

The door opened with a clatter and Aya entered, looking refreshed.

“I’m back. Boyan, you should take a shower too.”

Aya, who had returned, was wearing an orange short-sleeved hoodie.

She had black shorts on.

Her attire was still boyish, except for her well-developed chest and the face of a beautiful girl.

For some reason, I felt a heat in my groin.

This is that.

It’s because of the vulnerable state of having just woken up and Aya appearing fresh from her bath.

――Calm down.

Aya hummed a tune while towel-drying her hair.

She sat cross-legged in front of the mirror, plugged in the hairdryer.

Seems like she was going to dry her hair.

As if I was covertly spying on Aya’s daily routine, I started to feel uneasy for no apparent reason.

――Calm down.

――Calm down.

Get out of this place.

“Alright, I’m going to take a shower.”

“Yeah, see you later.”

Aya replied while looking at the mirror.

I opened the door, stepped into the hallway and closed the door behind me.

I leaned against the door as it is.

I slowly slid down, planting my backside on the floor.

One hand rested on my forehead as I let out a deep sigh.

‘See you later.’

“See you later…?”

Aya’s casual words kept echoing in my head.

“That’s cheating…”

It caught me off guard.

For Aya, it was an unconscious, carefree remark.

Something like a casual “Take care~” kind of feeling.

But still…

Wanting to become one with Aya.

Coming to Aya’s house, being aware of her family.

Repeatedly engaging in acts of intimacy.

Moreover, I just woke up.

For me at this moment, that sentence held a significant destructive power.

Dangerous.

I want to return to the room and just pin her down.

I want to embrace the freshly-bathed Aya and make a mess.

Intuition keeps chanting “――Calm down.”

Once again, I realize.

It’s really challenging not to be toyed with by a girl you’ve fallen for.

I recalled Aya’s goofy face she made during the school trip staring contest and I struggled to suppress my impulses.

Even that silly face feels endearing, which is problematic.

――Calm down.

――Calm down.

Enough for today.

I remained in that spot for a while, unable to move.