** This chapter is explicit.

"Anyway, you know how sensei is," Kanako goes on after taking a sip of her beer. "He always leaves so quickly after practice. He has to drive all the way to Minami-Kyushu, right? A solid forty minutes. And I think he is still bothered by that illegal strike on his wrist during that last round in Kumamoto last week. So he has to take it easy."

"Yeah, that guy from Fukuoka was a vicious and disrespectful beast," you say. "I'm so glad the umpire disqualified him right away... Anyway, it's going to be hard to catch him without a better plan," you muse aloud while opening the various food boxes Kanako has brought over. Your mouth waters at the sight of deep-fried chicken, sautéed soba noodles and steamed rice mixed with roots and vegetables.

"I'm telling you, we need to round up on him at the next study party. Let's get him drunk on shochu and be more obvious about our interest."

You burst out laughing. "What? You want to... get him blind drunk and jump on him? Kanako! That's called rape, you know?"

She snorts and throws her pair of chopsticks at you. "Pfff, you're so stupid sometimes! No, not blind drunk, but just enough to loosen him up, you know? He's so closed up, a real clam! We don't even know if he's freaking married... or... or... gay! And of course we need to send the right message. And a drinking party is the perfect time for that, all is forgotten and forgiven, we don't need to care about rules and protocol. If you do the first move, it's even better."

"Me?" you exclaim, pretending shock, before swallowing two pieces of chicken. "Oh, the infamous 'gaijin card'... I can get away with everything because a foreigner doesn't know better, right?"

Kanako grabs your neck and kisses you deeply, leaving you out of breath and in want for more. Suddenly, the mood turns serious in the room. "Yes, exactly," she whispers against your lips. "We need to catch him by surprise. Unless... you don't want to actually do it?" Her steady eye and quirked eyebrow challenge you.

A voracious smile is your reply. You have never loved her so fiercely. You raise her chin with two fingers, staring her down. "Girl, I don't need to tell you how horny and wet the very image of you deep-throating him makes me. Or him eating you out while I ride him, or me on all fours..."

"Shut up and take care of my pussy. Now!" She presses her smaller frame against yours and guides your hand under her skirt. Dinner and bath are forgotten. You groan against her throat, your fingers grazing her hot and moist skin until they reach their sacred goal.

It's always amazing how the mere mention of that man fires up the two of you. He has to fuck you, there's no other option. You both need to experience this together. It's getting increasingly pressing that you do it for some reason you still can't pinpoint.

"Wanna come on my tongue or fingers, my slayer?" you whisper in her ear, thumb already playing with her clit while your other hand moves under her top and twist a nipple.

"Your... your tongue! I want to sit on your face, love, and ride your incredible, agile tongue!" She gets rid of her soaked panties.

"Oh yes... I can't get enough of your sweetness, you know that?" Your lips suck the sensitive skin under her ear, and then you lie on your back, beckoning her.

As she trusses up her white skirt on her narrow hips and kneels above your head, movement catches your attention. You blink; the fox is still on the deck out there. Watching. A shiver of something undefined runs along your spine, and you open your mouth to say something, but right then, all reason leaves you when the perfect, sweet and dripping pussy of your girlfriend brushes your lips.

You open her folds covered by a dark bush with two fingers and start with a long, dedicated lick of this juicy fruit you love so much. She mewls, head thrown back. You chuckle against her damp thigh.

"Ride me, love, ride my face and tell me what you'd do if he were here with us..."

A deep laugh escapes her when your hungry lips and tongue start devouring her without restraint. It quickly turns into moans and groans, and she grinds herself against your mouth.

"I... hmm... I... would suck him, yes... of course... but then... I would... ohhhh yes, right here, please... I would simply lay on my back and... ask... no! beg him... to take me fast and deep... just to see his... his chest you know? And dig my nails in his... ohhhhhh yes! There, please there! Dig my nails in his arms as he thrusts inside me... knowing you're behind him, rimming him, pushing your tongue in..."

Your free hand has found your pussy, and you're rubbing your clit furiously, a crystal clear image in mind. Climax is building, higher, faster, stronger, and you feel the wave rising just as Kanako's thighs begin to quiver. You recognize the signs and dig even deeper, while pushing three fingers in your dripping hole. You come together, screaming with passion.

Kanako crumbles down and you collect her in your arms, humming with satisfaction and bristling with joy. Like often, climaxing leaves her unresponsive for a few minutes, yet another thing you love about her. So passionate. Giving herself without any restraint or second thoughts, whether she's on top or not. A burst of tenderness fills you and you brush away sweaty locks covering her brow.

But the next instant, from warm and fuzzy, your body turns into ice. Something soft is caressing your neck and shoulder blades. Your eyes turn wide and your mouth opens, but dread silences you and freezes you into place. You squeeze Kanako's frame in your arms, but she is still out. The hot puff of someone else's breath tickles the back of your head; a whimper escapes you.