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It's been 4 days since my encounter with Kirari. She hasn't made any more advances towards me. I honestly think that it just didn't happen. Did I just imagine it? Or am I just going insane? My inner conflict continued to toil until I heard someone trying to get my attention.
"Hello! I'm talking to you! Come back to reality!" Mary Saotome waved her hand in my face.
"What do you want?" I questioned, maybe a bit harshly because Mary was taken aback. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to be rude."
"Is there something going on?” She inquired. I knew that she wouldn't take 'No, everything is fine' as an adequate answer. Should I tell her what’s going on?
“I’m waiting,” Mary said impatiently.
“Okay, okay. I’m just thinking about something that happened between me and the Student Council President.” I explained the situation to her, hoping that the other students in the classroom wouldn’t overhear. “And Kirari hasn’t said anything since.”
“Wow, I honestly thought that she had a thing going with Sayaka. If you’re that worried, just go and talk to her. See if you could meet in her office or something.” Mary suggested, leaning back into her chair as she raised her arm to rest on the bar connecting the desk and chair.
“I don’t know if that’s the best decision. What if she realized what she did was a mistake, and she doesn’t want to acknowledge it?”
“Honestly, I don’t think that’s the case. Kirari is someone who plans and calculates every move. She meant for it to happen.” Mary reasoned. Mary does have a point. Whether Kirari wanted to mentally torture me or she wants something from me.
I let out a frustrated sigh. What does Kirari want from me? Especially that she wouldn’t get from anyone else. Maybe she genuinely wanted a relationship with someone? I’m not sure. Turning away from Mary, ending the conversation, I started working on the school assignment. My thoughts about Kirari could wait until the class period is over.
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Just as the period ended, a call for all the Student Council members to go to the Student Council meeting room sounded over the intercom. Great, now I’ll have to see Kirari again.
I met Midari on my way to the meeting room. She had her phone out with a pink and white striped bunny case. I glanced over to see what she was creepily smiling at. Pictures of Yumeko dotted her camera roll that had clearly been taken without Yumeko’s knowledge. Deciding to mind my own business, I pulled open the door to the meeting room. Runa was gaming on her pink Playstation Vita with a sucker stick poking out of her mouth. Kaede was typing away on his laptop. Yumemi was painting another layer of lip gloss on her lips, looking into a compact mirror.
Yuriko strode in behind me and went directly into her designated seat. How could she even see where she’s going if her eyes are literally closed? Kirari, Sayaka, and the Vice President walked in from the Student Council President’s office connected to the meeting room. Kirari scanned the room and her gaze lingered on my face. I felt my blush rising and butterflies filling my stomach. She really affected me this way. Kirari let a small smirk dance across her lips until she took her eyes off of me. She lowered herself into her chair, greeting and thanking us for coming to this meeting.
“This will be a general catch up meeting. Looking over finances and donations, updating the pet ranking, and various small things.” Kirari listed casually. I reached into my bag to pull out my laptop and tried to coast through this meeting. Every once in a while, you’ll hear a small victory cheer from Runa signaling that she had beat yet another level of her video game. The soft pitter-patter of laptop keys and the scratching of pencils filled the silence of the room when no one felt like talking. There was no reason to. Most of us were doing our own thing for the Council.
I looked at the time and knew that this period was coming to an end, meaning this meeting will too. The members began to file away papers and shut laptops, bag zippers were pulled closed and chairs were scooted back under the giant table. We never tend to linger longer than we have to in the meeting room. As soon as the belling rang, we started walking out. My hand grasped the door handle just as Kirari called out for me to stay behind.
My heart stopped. Shit. Why, why, why? The arm that had a hold on the handle dropped to my side and I stepped out of the way so the remaining members could shuffle their way out of the room. I stayed against the back wall to wait for everyone to leave. While I was checking my phone for any new notifications to ease my nervousness, Kirari sent the Vice President and Sayaka away.
“Are you sure Miss President? I could stay by the door in case you need me.” Sayaka was trying to convince her to let her stay. Kirari gave her a quick smile and told her to go to her next class. Sayaka reluctantly walked away and closed the door behind her. My phone turned off with a small click as I looked up to see Kirari staring at me. Her eyes met mine and I couldn’t decipher the intentions behind them.
“Come over here and sit. I had Sayaka make some tea before the meeting.” She gestured towards the couch, the couch where we were sitting in our last encounter. Those memories flashed through my mind as I ungracefully settled myself down on the couch. Kirari poured tea into a gold-accented cup with a saucer. She pushed it towards me and started to pour her own.
The floral taste washed over my tastebuds. Setting the cup back down on its saucer, I glimpsed up at Kirari. She was still standing and looking down at me.
“What do you want to speak to me about?” I asked her. She must have kept me back here for a reason. Kirari took her lips off of her cup, leaving light traces of her blue lipstick behind. She placed the teacup and saucer on the coffee table beside her.
“I believe that I said that we would continue this conversation last time we were together.” Kirari bent down until her face hovered inches from mine, “It’s continuing now.”
I felt myself gulp and my mind went racing. A soft hand grasped my face as I looked down to the side. The hand quickly moved to grab my chin, pulling my face to look at hers.
“I thought you wanted this to continue, kitten.” Kirari purred as her knee separated my legs. Her face came closer to mine and my mind blanked.
“I do want this, Miss.” The words tumbling out of my mouth. What am I getting myself into?
“If you say so.” Kirari breathed into my ear. Suddenly, her soft lips began sucking on my neck. A pool of desire filled my stomach and I tried to stifle my moans. Kirari detached from my neck and admired the barely formed marks she left behind. Her left hand returned to my face, slowly caressing it. I closed the space between us and her tongue glided along my bottom lip. The kiss didn’t last long. Kirari started to leave a string of kisses along my jaw.
Her slender right hand teasingly dipped beneath my skirt waistband. Kirari hooked a finger in my underwear elastic, pulled, and released it. The sound almost echoed throughout the meeting room. A small sting lingered as Kirari lowered her hand. She ran her fingers over the fabric covering my pussy.
“I can feel how wet you are. Such a slut for me, hmm?” Kirari murmured into my ear. I nodded my head and she lightly slapped my cheek. “Use your words.”
“Yes, I am a slut for you.” Kirari nodded approvingly and started to rub small circles into my clothed clit. I let out a small whimper. The knot forming in my abdomen was tightening with every movement that Kirari was making. She instantly pulled her hand away.
”Oh kitten, you have to earn your pleasure.”