Stealing Spree

The Adachi household was quiet when we went inside their gates and stopped by the front door. The lights were turned off and the curtains were drawn, giving off a serene, almost eerie vibe. It went to show that it was currently empty.

Futaba fidgeted with her keys, her hand shaking slightly as she unlocked the door. As she stepped inside, she turned to me with a look of both anticipation and nervousness.

"O-onoda-kun, come in."

I nodded and did as she asked, following her into the house. She blindly reached for the wall, finding the switch to turn on the light in the hallway. The soft glow bathed the room, revealing a simple yet cozy interior.

It wasn't as big as our house but it was certainly more lived-in, filled with the warmth of a family's presence.

In the end, I still ended up acquiescing to her request. It's not like I had any good reason to say no. And let's face it, the thought of being able to touch her again didn't exactly make me want to run away screaming.

Since an opportunity presented itself, it's a waste not to take it, I thought to myself as I followed Futaba into the Adachi household after switching to house slippers.

The living room was neatly organized with a couch, a TV stand and a few family photos adorning the walls. The faint scent of a recently used air freshener filled the space, giving it a clean and welcoming atmosphere.

We passed by it and continued further into the house, leading me to her room.

With her cheeks slightly flushed, Futaba opened the door to her sanctuary. It was a typical teenage girl's room with a few posters of her favorite bands and idols decorating the walls, a neatly made bed, and a desk with a laptop and a pile of books.

To rid the air of the tension, I lightly commented about the room, "This is surprising, I never expected our dear Futaba to have a taste for rock bands."

Futaba looked back at me, slightly embarrassed, "... I just like the music, it's not like I'm a die-hard fan or anything."

After dropping her bag to the side, she quickly sat on the bed and gestured for me to take a seat next to her.

Once again, she started fidgeting, her hands playing with the hem of her skirt.

"Sure, if you say so." I continued to tease her as I sat down beside her, feeling the softness of the bed.

I could tell that despite her boldness to invite me in, she was still pretty nervous. Her eyes darted around the room as if searching for an escape. But the moment my arm wrapped around her back, she stiffened up like a board.

"Relax. I won't eat you," I said as I pulled her closer. My fingertips burrowed into the softness of her waist, giving her a gentle squeeze. "Akane and Fuyu are waiting for me at home so I can't stay for long."

"T-then we should get started," She murmured with a barely audible voice. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come.

"Futaba. Last chance. Are you sure you want to go through with this?" I asked, giving her one final opportunity to reconsider. Her eyes searched mine for a brief second before she nodded.

"I'm... I'm ready. She answered. The quiver in her voice was undeniable and her heart started thumping loudly in her chest. No matter how confident and determined she appeared to be, she clearly understood the gravity of her decision. "Let's not talk about anything else and just... let me feel it again, Onoda-kun."

Ah. Right. It was one of her conditions. Maybe to help her not be racked with guilt during these sessions, she brought up only focusing on the act rather than talking about anything else.

"You're so eager."

"Is that a praise?"

"Maybe..." I said as I put on a relaxed smile, trying to loosen the tension that continuously built up within her. Slowly but surely, my hand continued to trace gentle circles around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body seeping through her clothes. "But you know what they say, anticipation is half the fun. Let me help you relax first. Otherwise, you'd be too stiff for it."

Futaba nodded, closing her eyes, and took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. Her body gradually softened against mine as she leaned back. Gradually, I moved her to sit between my legs just like that night. My hands landed on her shoulders and gently massaged the tension out.

Once again, I could spy at the crevice of her chest peeking from her school blouse. It was a sight that never failed to stir my blood. Although her sugar intake didn't go past her limits, it's clear enough that it still had an effect on her. Her bountiful bosom appeared perkier and firmer than I remembered.

Her skin was smooth under my fingertips, almost like silk. I knew from our past encounters that she would melt under my touch. That she's not one to hide her reactions. And I'm pretty sure she's aware of that too.

"Tell me if it's too much, alright?" I whispered as I pressed on her pressure points that I had previously discovered.

Futaba's eyes remained closed, a soft sigh escaping her lips as my hands worked their magic. She nodded, allowing herself to succumb to the gentle coaxing of my fingers. Gradually the tension in Futaba's shoulders dissipated under my tender caresses. Her breathing grew deeper and more even as she leaned back, allowing my hands to explore the taut muscles and knots that held her stress.

With her head this close to me, the fragrance of her hair, a floral bouquet with a hint of mint, filled my nose. I couldn't help but feel my sense of reasoning getting blurred for a moment.

"... Your touch is comforting, Onoda-kun... Not like your tickles but I can tell how much you're being careful." Futaba murmured in between her gasps for air.

"Well, I'm supposed to give you relief and experience, not more anxiety, no?"

"Y-yeah. But this isn't enough, do it like last time."

"So, you want me to tickle you again?"

"N-no. Not that. The other... the one that made me... feel good," She stuttered, her face burning up that I could feel the heat being exuded from her cheeks.

"Alright. But be ready, your underwear might get wet again," I teased her, trying to lighten the mood. But her eyes snapped open at that, the blush on her cheeks deepening.

"... S-should I take it off first?"

What a wild thing to ask. I instinctively flicked her forehead, "Why is your sensibility disappearing whenever you're in this situation, Futaba? It's charming but also... troubling."

"It's just... I-I don't know how to handle it," She stuttered as she looked up at me, meeting my gaze, "I've never felt like this before."

Alright, she got me there.

I leaned in closer to her ear, whispering, "If that's what you really want, we can do it your way."

Her lithe body shivered slightly as I said followed by her exposed ears twitching excitedly.

I had to admit, even though I was trying to put the same restraint as before I was also getting pretty excited myself.

Futaba nodded again as she shyly murmured. "I-I think it's for the best."

Upon saying that, she didn't wait for my response anymore. The girl reached inside her skirt before lifting her butt for a moment to pull down her panties.

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