Him And Her - An Odd Story

HER – BUT STILL PERFECT

As the two parted their lips, Aya still felt lingering warmth on hers. She was certain her cheeks were flushed red, but she still couldn't look away from his eyes. Although a simple action, it probed down through her whole being, and she could barely contain herself from jumping up.

"… how cheeky," she said, finally looking away. Wuaah, that was smooth! "K-kissing me like that, out of nowhere."

"… uh, I, eh, I'm sorry…"

"Don't apologize."

"Oh, okay. Did you like it, then?"

"Don't ask something so dumb!"

"Aah, sorry, sorry!"

"Don't apologize."

"Then what the hell do you want me to do?!!"

"Kiss me again." … I actually said it, wow.

"Wow, you're surprisingly straightforward."

"Yeah, so?"

"Come here then." he suddenly pulled he over and forced her to sit on his l.a.p, facing him directly. His cheeks are so red… not that I'm any better, though… "S-so, uh, here I go…"

"… don't announce it." he slowly leaned forward, as did she, as their lips interlocked yet again. Aya felt his hands on her waist, causing her heart to beat even faster if possible, as she wrapped hers around his neck. The two remained so for nearly a minute as their breathing grew ragged and short, finally parting as they leaned their foreheads together.

"… you should probably get off." Tyson suddenly said.

"Eh? Why?"

"… because, otherwise, I might get off."

"Is this really a time to be making a pun?!" Aya hurriedly sat up and moved over to the bench, unconsciously glancing down to in-between his legs. Up, up, eyes look up!!

"… s-sorry, it's just… you know…"

"Yeah, you suck at controlling it."

"Oi, don't make light of my honorable attempt!" Tyson exclaimed. "Who wouldn't get hard in those circ.u.mstances?!" … I'm strangely happy about that. Ah, well…

"Guys who can control it?"

"You control it, damned alien!"

"I don't have one."

"Thank god."

"Wait, did you suspect I did until now?"

"You never know, you know?"

"Ugh, it's getting cold, just sitting here," Aya jolted up on her feet. "Let's walk."

"Sure."

"What are you doing?" she asked as the two began walking.

"Eh?"

"My hand is cold."

"…" he stretched out his hand and grabbed hers, their fingers intertwining. "We totally acted like high-schoolers, haven't we?"

"Yup, pretty much."

"Uh, whatever. I bet high-schoolers can't pull off a kiss that e.r.o.t.i.c anyway."

"… are you seriously comparing us to teenagers?" Aya said, looking away.

"It's fine, isn't it? It just means we're more grown up!"

"Yeah, maybe me. Definitely not you."

"But seriously, should I have waited until the end of the date?" Tyson asked.

"… what's the point in asking now? You've gone and done it anyway."

"You don't sound angry."

"Because I'm not."

"You don't sound happy either."

"Can you not use the volume of my voice to determine my emotions?"

"What else is there?!"

"I was happy, there, you happy?"

"It's good as long as we're both happy."

"That's a lot of happiness there." she said.

"Couple that with my---"

"Wow, you really are like a maiden in love." Aya said, finally restoring her deadpan expression. "Except you have a d.i.c.k."

"This wouldn't work if I didn't have one!!"

"What makes you say that? Maybe I swing both ways."

"I feel as though we already had this conversation." Tyson said. "So, you'd have liked me even if I was a girl?"

"To be honest, you're more of a girl than most girls I know, so, yeah…"

"… next time I get hard, just say that. It'll go down so fast you'd think it was never there."

"Isn't it girl's job to get it up rather than put it down, though?"

"Heh, job." Tyson chuckled, grinning.

"… I'll punch you."

"What? It's hard to resist pulling out these puns because I have to rise to the occasion."

"Somehow, I never imagined my first date with a guy would at one point evolve into puns about his boner." Aya said, sighing. "I failed as a woman."

"No worries, Bs don't disqualify you from being a woman."

"T.i.t.s don't qualify me as being one either."

"… I thought our story would be more like a rom-com, you know?" Tyson said, sighing. "Instead, we just sound like two old geezers."

"Aren't there different versions of rom-coms though?" Aya said after a short thought. "Maybe there's a category where we fit."

"Uh… rom-com involving two grown a.s.s people acting like teenagers?"

"… shouldn't that be in the 'psychological' category? Those two ought to get professional help."

"Maybe we can just force our way into one of the common ones."

"What do you mean?"

"Hmm… well, my childhood friends are a bust, so do you have one? You know, developing a love-triangle where we constantly misunderstand each other." Tyson said. "Uh, yeah, that wouldn't work."

"Why not?"

"You're way too straightforward and blunt to let it happen. If the poor guy asked you out, you'd probably say something like 'I was utterly bewitched by Ty's boner, so no'."

"… why are you trying to make into some perverted chick? I wasn't the one starting at your crotch since the day we met."

"I barely ever stared at yours!!"

"Barely ever?"

"Uh, I mean…"

"I know what you mean," Aya said, smirking. "Your face always says far more than your filthy tongue."

"…"

"I'm so glad you held back on that one."

"I was just taking a moment to think up a perfect one." Tyson said, smirking back. Forgive me my 14 year old self. Your first proper date ended up being everything other than what you had hoped for… no expensive restaurant, candles, sweet love song, champagne… but there's a lot of s.e.x.u.a.l puns, so it's something…

"Hmm… but really, reality and fiction are quite different." Aya said.

"Well, that's the point, right?" Tyson said. "In the end, tragic stories are most often the exception rather than the norm in real life."

"Hm? I wasn't thinking about tragedy specifically," Aya said. "More like the journey, you know? Were our circ.u.mstances put into the melodrama category, I would be a girl with traumatic backstory because of which I was never able to express my emotions, and you would be a heartbroken boy that opens me up to the world while I heal your broken heart."

"Wow, I can already imagine the tears."

"Yeah, but it's always all about the ending, isn't it?"

"Hm," Tyson nodded. "Perhaps you heal my broken heart, but you fall in love with someone else… so I move on. My character's metamorphosis."

"Or, maybe, even though I fall in love with someone else, I stay with you because I'd feel too guilty abandoning you after you helped me so much."

"… we could get rich with this shit."

"We can't. We're both failed talents, right?" Aya said.

"But, maybe if we combine our failures, we could make something great?!"

"Wouldn't we just make a greater failure?"

"Yeah, probably."

"Anyway, it doesn't matter," Aya said, smiling. "I'd rather not deal with my tragic backstory or your broken heart."

"But you… you already have~~"

"Wow, it fits perfectly. Maybe you're not a failed talent after all!"

"What can I say? I have sense for corny lines." Tyson said, puffing out his c.h.e.s.t.

"Well, you're corny-incarnate, so it fits."

"You seem awfully good at giving me attributes I don't actually have."

"I'm just trying to see you in a better light."

"The street's well lit though."

"… ah, at least it's not about your d.i.c.k." Aya said, sighing as she smiled, glancing sideways. Although her heart still beat furiously, there was strange calm enveloping in, with warmth from her hand trickling up and down through her whole body.

"Is there anyplace else you wanna go?"

"… maybe… your… room~~"

"Oi, even as a joke, don't get my hopes up!"

"Aah, you sound so disappointed."

"Besides, bed there is too small."

"I just wanted to look at your place. What were you thinking? Eww…" He he, look at him blush…

"Then again, there's always the floor."

"So you want to break my back and force me to stay in your room forever? You're the possessive type, eh?"

"You can always take top. Well, in bed at least."

"Weren't we on the floor?"

"… ah, who the hell has a walkthrough of s.e.x before actually doing it? Your pace is weird, and I'm weirder for following it." Tyson said.

"I don't know," Aya said. "I just know it's never boring with you, no matter what we're talking about."

"Yup, I'm pretty interesting like that."

"Yeah, the way you get embarrassed over something like a kiss, and then comfortably talk about letting me ride you on the floor… you're way too inconsistent."

"Don't point it out!! I was just going with the flow!!"

"He he, there you go blushing again~~"

"You're the same though!" Tyson exclaimed. "Back then, you were blushing like crazy, yet now you're deadpan as always!"

"You're just imagining things."

"… you're seriously beating the twice killed horse with that gag."

"So you want to gag me too?"

"Right now? Yeah, kind of."

"Isn't that domestic abuse?"

"Well, I'm not against prison play."

"Hold your horses. It's too early for me to learn your fetishes. Wait until I actually like you."

"… didn't you say you like me already?"

"You're just imagining things."

"Fine, if my imagination is so good, tonight I'll imagine you n.a.k.e.d."

"Go ahead."

"… it's not fun when you give me permission."

"I might even send you a fancy photo if you ask hard enough~~"

"… uh, just to be on the clear, we're talking about asking hard, not, you know, hard, right?"

"… you're really hopeless." … if mom could hear me now, I wonder what expression would she make?

"Ah, you changed the subject. You already said you like me, so it's okay if I list out my fetishes, right?"

"… please no. When you say it like that, I get kind of scared."

"Hmm… yeah, I'm kind of into that too."

"It's been fun dating you." Aya said.

"Oi, I'm willing to accept every fetish of yours, so shouldn't you be the same?"

"Fine. Then I would love it if you stripped n.a.k.e.d while I put a collar on you and stuff my pissed-on p.a.n.t.i.e.s in your mouth and then take you out for a walk through the campus."

"… oooookay… let's, uh, delay the fetish play for now."

"Just for the reference, what was the 'pulling the brakes' point?"

"EVERYTHING!!"

"Tsk. And here I thought you liked me."

"You're just imagining things."

"Wow, you're really killing that gag. Poor thing can't even get buried properly."

"… I just can't win, can I?"

"Get used to it~~" Aya smiled, suddenly leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.

"Where the hell did you even get the idea for that fetish?"

"Manga."

"I knew it. I should seriously stay away from that. It might corrupt me."

"Don't worry," she said. "That's my job."

"Well, I hope you do it properly then." Tyson said, smiling brightly as the two reached the end of the park and found themselves back on the main street. Well, it's not the way my 14 year old self imagined it, but… it's perfect in it's own little way…