As always Easton is an entirely fictional town which if it did exist would be in the UK, all the characters featured in this story are over eighteen. This story is to be in no way reproduced, for profit or otherwise, without my written consent. Enjoy!
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I moaned as I plunged into her, not out of any particular pleasure or desire, but because I knew that was what she was hoping for. For the sake of maintaining the peace I played along to the best of my abilities, but this sexual encounter had been underwhelming so far. The girl, Bethany, was renowned for having been around the block... A lot. But... I'd been sexually frustrated lately and not recognised her in the bar where we'd met earlier this evening, by the time I had remembered who she was it was too late and so I resigned myself to a sexually encounter which promised to be a marginal improvement over masturbation.
It felt more like I was rubbing up against something than inside her and I'm hardly small, in fact my nine inch member has always been something that brought me no small amount of pride, especially when I find myself lamenting my 5'7'' stature. Still I persevered and I could see she was enjoying herself, much to my amazement; well that or she was bothering to fake it. I had to restrain a laugh when it occurred to me that we might both be faking it, I wonder how often that happens?
The next twenty minutes seemed to drag on forever as I rubbed and thrusted at every imaginable angle and tempo, from her perspective it must have seemed as if I was trying my best to please her and if her reactions were genuine it seemed I was, but in reality I was just trying to force some sensation through the brutally numbing surface of the condom. As her cries of pleasure reached a crescendo I managed to motivate myself (with a little assistance from my hand) into releasing, I don't think I've ever worked quite so hard for a load in my life and it did not match up to the effort. Slumping onto the bed I yawned and rolled over, pleased that the encounter had been exhausting if nothing else before drifting to sleep to the accompaniment of her ragged breathing. A proud smirk flashing on my lips before my mind went blank.
I woke the next morning in an unfamiliar environment, I took me a few moments to realise where I was and in that time the muffled voice that woke me said something I was clearly meant to react to.
"Hmmf?" I demanded, my voice clearly unable to keep up with the complex demands my brain was requesting, such as "Hello" or "Morning".
"Geez Alex." Grumbled the voice. "Are you even listening?"
"...mfethany?"
A peal of laughter, I was really hoping that it was Bethany, I wasn't too keen on the idea of having someone other than the girl I slept with wake me up the next morning.
"Who else would it be?" I let out a sigh of relief and briefly entertained the possibility of rolling over and back to sleep, but the gentleman I am at heart made me respond instead.
"mfhat wer you ayin'?"
"Boy you're really not a morning person are you?" she replied laughing again, I maintained my silence, unwilling to do anything that might prolong this conversation any longer, sleep beckoning to me. "Anyway I was saying that I have morning classes, so I'm gonna leave ok? The door locks without a key so if you leave make sure you won't need to get back in any time soon."
I nodded, surprised by her trust, although honestly there was probably nothing of value in the room that she need to worry about, there wasn't a student on this campus that would be worth stealing from. And that was it. She left. No affection, no misconceptions and best of all a minimal amount of bothering me in the morning. I yawned and didn't even bother looking at the clock, I had no classes today, and that meant it didn't matter what time it was, I was going to sleep until I felt like getting up. I rolled over and happily fell back into my interrupted sleep.
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Having retrieved everything I remembered bringing with me I pressed myself against the door of the dorm room, pausing for a moment and listening intently to the sounds coming from the hallway beyond. It was half past twelve in the morning (although some may call it the afternoon in my books the afternoon was reserved for that brief period between two and four), this meant that there was no reason for anybody to leave their dorm rooms, as much as I felt bad about thinking that way I was still somewhat embarrassed to have slept with someone like Bethany and I really didn't need it getting round to anyone else on campus. Relying on my mission impossible like espionage skills I quickly snuck my way out of the building, happily encountering no one on the way, I grinned triumphantly, no awkward questions for me this morning it seemed.
"ONII-CHAN!"
NO! I howled inwardly as I was tackled from behind, she lives in a different half of the school and it's at least a five minute walk, how is she here? I took a deep breath as I pulled the clinging girl off of me, there was no way she could know where I've been I said calming down. For all she knows I'm just walking through this part of campus, my dorm isn't even that far from here so I have an excuse.
"Really though onii-chan, Bethany? I thought your standards were higher than that!"
I cursed and turned to face my Japanophile sister. "Why are you here May? and what business is it of yours what I do in my free time?" I tried to play hardball, see if I could get her to back off.
"So cruel onii-chan! And is that any way to treat your cute Miku-san?" she replied in her usually bouncy yet pouty tone.
"May for the last time I'm not calling you Miku, even if you have caught mom up in your insanity." I sighed, wondering how I was going to get myself out of this. May was my sister and the world's biggest anime nerd, so much so that she demanded everyone called her Miku-san (not that many did) and referred to me as 'onii-chan'. She was also the worst person imaginable to have caught me after this.
"Well that's just mean" she said pouting. "So mean I've got half a mind to call mom."
I froze in fear. "Not mom, never mom, don't call mom." I said desperately, as far as my mother was concerned I had been born an asexual being and would remain as such until my wedding night, if May told her about me sleeping with anyone, especially someone as... as 'popular' as Bethany I'd be shot at dawn... or worse.