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Chapter One
The Start of Something Special
340 Days to Graduation
Ren/Ann
If Ren had to choose how to spend the last year of his college education, this wouldn’t have been his first or even second choice. Hell, it wouldn’t crack the top hundred. Here he was, though, because certain things couldn’t be helped.
He’d spent the three previous years pursuing his education in Miyagi and happily would have spent the last year the same way. Unfortunately, his father, widowed for the past five years, had decided now was the time to explore the full extent of his mid-life crisis. That meant everything it sounded like and the works: shack up with a woman half his age, growing out his hair in a ghastly fashion, and even selling the house for an extended stay across the European continent.
Suddenly Ren was left without a place to stay, with his dad more or less telling it to figure it out himself. Dorms were an option, except it was far too late in registration season to pull that off. His best and the only option was to call Sojiro Sakura, his father’s old college buddy, who Ren knew for certain had his hand in real estate.
Sojiro was kind enough to offer Ren an apartment to finish out his studies, but he’d pulled out of Miyagi last year, and his only available building was the upstairs in a coffee shop…in Tokyo. Fuck.
Ren didn’t have a lot of choices at the moment, particularly considering Sojiro was offering the best rate on an apartment he’d find. All that was left was looking for a college in Tokyo that would accept a sudden transfer, which he found in Shujin University. All in all, Ren was more than a little pissed at his old man, not least because he was certain he was getting written out of the will in favor of his father’s secretary.
Not like I wanted his money anyway, Ren told himself, eye twitching, as he chafed in the crowd of people on the subway. Ren didn’t care for the crowds. If he’d wanted to be packed like sardines on the morning commute, he’d have gone to school in Tokyo in the first place. Back home, there was at least room to breathe on a train.
It was April 15th, technically the first day of classes of the new semester, but none of his classes would start until tomorrow. He just needed to stop by the administrative office to turn in hard copies of transcripts to make sure his credits were transferred. Fuck this whole mess. One more pain in the ass on top of everything else.
His eyes drifted over the dark heads of everyone in the subway car, aimlessly lamenting his situation until he noticed one blonde head among the rest. It was kind of difficult to not notice, on second thought, but it piqued his curiosity enough to try and get a better look at the girl that hair belonged to. After a little shimmying and standing on his toes, he did.
She was absolutely gorgeous . He wondered how someone leaning against the pole on a subway could possess more poise and grace than a model on a runway. Slim arms folded over her considerable chest, a bag resting against the swell of her hip, even the way her long gold lashes caught the light was mesmerizing.
Stop ogling girls on the train, you creep, he thought, slumping back in his previous position. Pretty blonde or no, he was all business today, or at least until he turned these papers in. He sighed and tried to put his mind away from long legs that seemed to go on for miles .
***
As fate would have it, that wasn’t the last time he’d see her that day. An hour later, he had managed to rid himself of the transcripts and was officially looking for a way to spend the rest of the day that didn’t involve a convenience store fried chicken dinner, watching porn, or staring up at the ceiling of the luxury attic ‘apartment’ he was renting at a pittance. Fortunately…
“Hey, would you mind pointing me in the direction of the station?” He approached her nonchalantly, not entirely thinking of a way to get her to his place. Not like I exactly want to show off a broom cupboard above a café, either. He decided honesty would be his best chance; after all, he had arrived in the city approximately 36 hours ago, and probably would struggle navigating his way to the station anyway.
“Hmm, I don’t know,” the girl replied, lazily laying a finger on her chin as if deep in thought. He’d crossed paths with her again right outside of the administrative office, only to realize the bag she wore had the logo of Shujin on it. It turned out that they were classmates. “Should I give directions to the guy who was checking me out on the train? I think he knows his way back to the station.”
“Ouch,” he laughed. You fucking idiot, what did I tell you? “Fair point, but you happened to catch my eye. Blondes stick out, sue me.”
“Do you usually ogle anyone with dyed hair?”
“No, but if it’s dyed, it’s a very good job. Eyebrows match and everything, so I’d at least like to give my regards to the hairdresser.” Okay, that got a smile out of her. He could be doing a lot better right now, but he could be doing worse. “Besides, I’m actually new in town, and last time I tried to find the Ginza line on my own, I was stuck looking for hours.”
“You’re lucky I’m nice,” she retorted, beginning to walk. “Come on. Ginza’s a bitch for anyone from the boonies.”
“I wouldn’t say that, but thanks,” it was the easy sort of smile that had gotten him to hand stuff with the last three girls he’d slept with, so he figured it had to win her over, right? Not even slightly. She gave him the same look one reserves for a gnat. “Dumb question, but what do people do for fun around here?”
“I don’t think I need to tell you that there’s a lot to do in Tokyo,” she replied. “But I guess if you’re not drinking, not as much. What year are you?”
“Fourth,” he stuck out his hand, which she ignored. “It’s Amamiya, by the way.”
“Takamaki. You’re new in town, but it’s your last year? You just transferred?”
“Yeah, it’s been a bit rough,” he acknowledged. Well, getting her name was progress. “As it happens, I do drink, as long as it’s in good company.”
“Really?” She burst out laughing, before glancing back at him and realizing he said it with a straight face. “You’re cheesy, you know that?”
“Let’s split the difference and call it sincere, Takamaki. The way I see it, you’re a generous soul who took pity on a lost fool from Miyagi, and I desperately need to meet new people before I call my last year of college a complete wash. I’d be willing to trade cheesy lines and drinks for a moment of your time and maybe introduce me to anyone worth knowing.”
“You’re a strange guy,” Takamaki observed, stopping as they arrived in front of the Ginza line. “But you’re right about one thing; I am generous. Pull out your phone.”
With that, they swapped Line IDs, and Ren was feeling better about the whole day already. He’d been feeling ill-adjusted in Tokyo, and making a pretty girl laugh was alright, even if she was laughing at him.
“As it so happens, some of my friends are getting together tonight to celebrate the start of the year. If you don’t outweird Ryuji, you’re normal in my book. Does nine work for you?”
“Sounds great.”
“Alright, I’ll let you know where when I do,” he nodded and began to walk towards the train. “Oh, and one more thing.”
“Yeah?”
“Nobody calls me Takamaki. It’s just Ann.” He liked the name. It fit her.
“Well, nice to meet you, Ann. The name’s Ren. I guess I’ll see you tonight.”
***
Well, Ann’s friends were nice enough. Ryuji was plenty weird, as advertised, but that wasn’t a bad thing. Makoto was uptight but got touchy-feely once she started drinking, and talking about six decibels louder than everyone else. There was a boy named Morgana, oddly enough, who hung on Ann’s every word. Her friend Yusuke was…dramatic, but he was in the art program, and that was to be expected, or at least Ren thought so.
Some familiar faces were there as well, which caught him off guard. He’d known his landlord’s daughter attended Shujin, but he hadn’t expected Ann and Futaba to be acquainted. Meeting Haru again had come as a genuine surprise; he hadn’t seen her since her father’s company had changed locations to Tokyo, and never thought she’d have wound up here.
The night had gone significantly better than expected. He hoped to make a good impression on Ann’s friends and maybe get to third base in a week or two. He’d be willing to wait for three, just because she was sharp and he liked anyone who could keep him on his toes. Besides, not like there’d be a lot of time for dating once he started working.
Ren had one goal for his final year of college; he needed to get passed around every girl on campus, plus a couple of guys.
However, all that had simply been his expectations. The reality had diverged starting when Ann kissed him outside of the bar, tasting of sweet liquor and green apples. The kissing had hardly stopped once they called a cab, only for Ren to realize that she’d taken them back to her apartment. And just when I thought the school year was going to be boring.
The booze made him feel warm and fuzzy down to his fingertips. Sometime between calling the cab and arriving at Ann’s place, it had started raining, so her fingers now ran through his damp hair. The feeling was positively electric.
The first time he noticed they broke the kiss was so she could fumble for her keys and unlock the door, but he didn’t let that stop him. Running his hands down her body, he planted kisses along her jaw and blazed a trail down the side of her neck, nipping as he passed. He could taste metallic rainwater and the salt of her skin.
And then the door was kicked shut behind them, and they were peeling off clothes. The apartment was small but well-furnished. When they fell into the bed, his shirt and jacket were already on the floor, but Ann was down to her underwear, and her fingers persistently pulled at his belt and the button on his jeans.
“Ugh, fuck,” he murmured in the brief moment their lips were parted, still connected by a strand of saliva. He yanked down at his pants, pulling them and his boxers down in the same motion. “You are gorgeous .”
His initial appraisal of her had been oh-so correct. Even in plain cotton bra and panties, Ann was the kind of beauty that people fought wars over. His hand brushed along her cheek, past the hollow of her throat and breast, across the taut plane of her stomach. He fingered the hem of her underwear with both index fingers, kissing along her abdomen as he pulled them down.
“You’re not half-bad yours- elf! ” She yelped as he dove between her legs, lapping between her folds fervently. His tongue curled, using the tip to gently prod on the hood of her clit, while his hands gripped the thighs that quickly wrapped around his neck.
She grabbed at his hair, and he’d have taken the rough treatment personally if he didn’t consider it a compliment. As such, he decided to continue his work a little more eagerly, tracing his tongue across her labia and sliding a finger inside her. He found that little textured patch and rubbed it with a gentle but insistent need.
“Oh, shit shit shit ,” her moans grew louder and more demanding by the second. Her hips bucked, grinding her mound against his mouth as he licked with greater ardor. “Right there, Ren, ohhh, fuck!”
He wiped his mouth with his forearm, looking up about as smugly as anyone who just distinguished themselves in the bedroom might. Ann looked at him through lust-addled blue eyes, grabbing him and pulling him up in a wet kiss.
Eyes closed, he lost himself in the velvety feel of her lips and tongue on his. He suddenly hissed as he felt her hand wrap around his shaft, stroking tantalizingly. He pulled away from her mouth, smiling lopsidedly.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Oh, no. I can wait all night. The question is if you’ll be able to,” the smile she returned to him put the hairs on his neck on edge in the best sort of way. “Turn around, sexy.”
If you’d asked me how I thought today would go as early as this morning, I’d have probably said shit. I certainly wouldn’t have said a gorgeous girl would be eating my ass like it was the last meal of a condemned prisoner.
Regardless, Ann’s tongue swirling around the sensitive spots of his ass as she prodded him to his hands and knees was unexpectedly pleasant. The hand on his cock jerking him off as her mouth whipped him into a frenzy was just a bonus.
“A lot of guys get skittish about this sort of thing,” Ann commented, briefly raising her lips from his ass before her tongue darted out again, dragging a moan out of him. He panted raggedly, trying to get his head clear enough to reply, but she wouldn’t stop jerking, and then her tongue would flick again and his head would go blank.
“Ah, fuck, well,” he attempted to say, “I’m pretty open-minded, fucking hell. Do that thing again.” He’d have to tell her sometime that a tongue was probably the most moderate thing that had been in his ass in the last few years.
And then her finger was in his ass, massaging at his prostate, and he was pretty sure he left drool on her sheets. He didn’t know a lot about this Ann girl, but her fingers were absolutely magical, no matter where they went on his body.
“If you cum now, you think you’ll have enough left to split me in half?” She asked playfully, nipping at the dimples on his back, expertly wringing his cock with one hand and his ass with another. Fuck, how did she expect him to keep up dirty talk when she insisted on pumping him like that?
“Babe, stamina is the last thing you have to worry about with me,” he gasped, “but I think you can use that mouth somewhere else.”
“All you had to do was ask.” It was kind of an awkward position, him on all fours, her head between his legs, slurping on his cock, with two fingers fucking his ass mercilessly. Even so, Ann made it work, and he was glad her lips were occupied on his shaft because he didn’t think he could work up a coherent thought right now.
His hips jerked, thrusting as he shot thick streams of cum down her throat. His head went blank and his body pulsated with the pleasure and pressure of it all. When he came to, he was groaning softly as her mouth pulled off of his cock with a plop!
His ass and balls feeling decidedly empty, Ren sprawled on the bed, eyeing Ann as she reached behind her back to unlatch her bra. He watched with rapture as the fabric pulled away to reveal her tits, and forgot about how draining that orgasm was for long enough to grab and pull her into a kiss.
Suddenly she was in his lap, grabbing his cock to aim it in a more productive direction, sliding down on the slick rod with a shuddering moan. Her hand was in his hair again, pulling him to her breast, urging him on as he bit and sucked at the skin until he left vibrant red and purple bruises. He sucked at her nipple, pawing at the other breast and clutching her ass as she rocked back and forth on him.
“No shortage of stamina, right?” She murmured in his ear. Honestly, he had forgotten about the previous orgasm and had just started looking forward to the next one the moment her body was on him. His nails scraped and scratched along her spine in a delightful little way that raised goosebumps on her skin.
She ran her hands down Ren’s biceps, through his hair, clutching his head to her chest, gasping and moaning sweetly in his ear. Her flesh was hot to the touch, matching the fever pitch of their lovemaking. Her mouth was on his throat, tilting his head back as she sucked and left a hickey of her own. He growled, sharing the vibration from where her teeth grazed his flesh.
“You’re the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen,” he blurted out.
“You’re a real romantic, you know that?” She kissed him again, clasping him by the shoulders, feeling at the tense muscles under that soft skin as she rolled her hips against his. She said, softly, “show me how unromantic you can be.”
He didn’t need any further prompting, bursting from his sitting position in the bed to throwing Ann on her back. When he came back up, she looked a little surprised he’d been so sudden, but he was still inside her and now thrusting faster than before. Her ankles found a comfortable resting spot on his collarbone as he picked up the pace, watching the jiggle of her tits with each stroke.
He used the new position to get better leverage, grabbing her by the thighs and pressing hard enough to leave bruises like fingerprints, pulling out to the tip before roughly plunging back until his balls slapped against her lower lips. Her nails dug into his forearms, a fierce sort of pain that just urged Ren on further, losing his mind piece by piece with each thrust.
“Shit, Ren,” she moaned, grabbing him by the face and pulling him down to kiss her. Her delicate features contorted in the sweetest of agonies, the pressure, and fire that threatened to swallow them both. “Please, please, I’m so close, fuck.”
Their lips met again, a tangle of lips and tongue, her legs wrapping around his waist until her ankles locked behind the small of his back, guiding each thrust into her. His strokes were growing shakier, and inconsistent, and he knew he wasn’t going to last another second. He came with a guttural groan, emptying out again while Ann still writhed under the throes of her own orgasm. Her nails dragging on his back were hard enough to draw blood, but he didn’t care.
“Fuck,” was all he could say, staring up at the ceiling beside Ann. He’d caught his breath, regained his composure, and yet that was all he could manage.
“Same,” she panted.
“You know, I was thinking this year was going to blow,” Ren sat up, raking the hair away from his eyes. “Well, in a different sorta way.”
“You’re a lot of fun,” her finger traced a slow circle along his shoulder blade, careful to avoid the angry marks from where she’d dug too deeply. “Do you do this sort of thing often?”
“More or less. You?”
“If everyone on campus was like you, I could get used to it, but I had an idea.” Her expression was hard to read, but she’d piqued his curiosity. “It kind of feels like I’ve been missing out for my whole college career. I don’t want to start working some dumb office job next year knowing I wasted my last years of freedom, y’know?”
“I get that feeling more than most people,” he chuckled. “I had to uproot everything just to finish school, and before today, I figured I was probably going to spend it holed up in my apartment.”
“Well, what if I said I had an idea that would get us both to socialize a bit more?”
“You have my attention.”
“Let’s make a bet. Who can sleep with more people before graduation?”
“Interesting idea,” he pondered it for a moment. It was the kind of thing that would spice up a year of studying and not a whole lot else. If he could find anybody on campus half as good in bed as Ann, he’d be more than satisfied. “We’d need ground rules, of course.”
“What’d you have in mind?”
“Hm, I guess each partner would be a point. No repeats, but any overlapping partner between us would be worth half a point. It has to be somebody at the college, otherwise, we’d spend every night fishing for sex in the red light district.”
“He’s smart, has a big dick, and knows how to use it,” Ann laughed, “don’t make me regret coming up with an excuse to share you around. I’ll get jealous.”
“Deadline is graduation, so the only thing left is to pick a prize. No point if we’re competing for the sake of competition, right?”
“I like the way you think. The winner gets…one night with the loser, nothing-off-limits,” she declared, “how does that sound?”
“I’m not so sure,” Ren scratched his chin, glancing over at her. “I mean, is it much of a reward considering we’ve already had sex?”
“That depends,” she said, a sly smile playing on her lips, “do you think what we did tonight is even half of all we’re capable of?”
“Not at all. Sounds like a deal.” He stuck out his hand, and this time, she shook it.