Once Amane's parents left for work, Amane and Mahiru sat next to each other, on his bed.
Perhaps it was the environment, for Mahiru seemed rather unnatural despite the distance between them being the same as usual. Obviously she was concerned about Amane, for her eyes wavered towards him from time to time, and her face would blush once their eyes met. Amane's heart too felt ticklish as a result.
"E-erm, making out is..."
It seemed Mahiru was concerned about those words, for she fidgeted as she asked him.
"Hm? Ah, I just said something to shut my parents up. If I denied it, they'll keep teasing me."
"So, erm, you did not intend to...?"
"Actually, I really want to make out."
"...Eh, yes."
Mahiru shriveled, looking bashful. Amane felt that she was really being concerned about him, and showed a wry smile.
"If you don't want, I don't mind."
"I-I do want this, of course. If it is with you, Amane-kun...I do-do want some, make, out."
"I see."
"B-but...how do we go about, doing this?"
What followed Mahiru's question thereafter was silence.
"...Like kissing."
"Kissing?"
"....And kissing."
"Isn't that just kissing?"
"N-no, to be specific, like hugging, holding hands...even though we are already doing so."
After all, they were on such good terms that they were unwittingly making out. At this point, the conscious act of making out had them wondering what they should do.
Skinship and kissing should be considered part of making out, but they wondered if that should be allowed.
One had to say that they already started doing so naturally, so they had no idea how to take the next step.
"If we want to make out more, what shall we do next?"
"...Anyway, shall we stick together?"
It was not a new idea, but this gesture had Amane relieved yet agitated. Once she heard this suggestion, "...Nn." She muttered in affirmation.
She obviously looked hesitant, yet she leaned towards him, and he reached out to receive her..latching his arms onto her knees and back as he carried her.
"Kyaa." she made a cute shriek, and he was delighted. He put her between his legs, on the bed.
"I think this is better."
"...Y-yes."
"Can't we?"
"N-not at all. Erm...well, it feels like I am being wrapped by you, Amane-kun...?"
Amane never did mountain climbing, but he felt it was easy for him to climb and conquer the mountains. After all, as she said, his hands were big, and even her substantial contours could be held in his hands.
You want me to climb up these mountains? He deliberately muttered, and Mahiru seemingly exploded like a volcano in his clutches.
She turned around, her face ripe like an apple, but Amane chuckled, not minding her at all. At the same time, he kissed her blushing face.
"This is part of making out."
"...Uuu, A-Amane-kun..."
"I said I'm not too sure of what making out is about, but that's because I excluded these stuff."
Amane felt it was inappropriate for them to go this far two months in, so he had been controlling himself. He wanted to respect her will.
But when Mahiru uttered those words unwittingly, he had to warn her.
"I reminded you, don't forget I'm a guy. I'm going to touch."
"Uuu...y-you say this, but, your face is red too, Amane-kun. Can you really do it?"
"Shut up."
Amane obviously knew his face was red, and knew what he said was really embarrassing.
However, Mahiru might not understand if he did not say so. He had to.
Mahiru went silent, and slowly moved his hands aside.
Amane knew he was rejected, and was about to show a wry smile, but she turned her head around, and latched onto him.
Her sudden embrace had him experiencing the softness and sweet scent.
"...If you really want to...I will accept so, even though I will be embarrassed."
She muttered as she looked up at him, her voice soft and gentle. Amane was stunned. He had to do it.
She stared at him after saying such a bold and adorable thing. One could say that Amane's mind just blanked out.
She trusted Amane as she looked at him, feeling embarrassed, uneasy, and yet a little hopeful, leaning onto him. She might really be fine with it, as she said, if it was Amane, and accept all his wishes. It was obvious how much she loved Amane, given her expression and the mood.
Mahiru basically entrusted her body towards Amane, who was a tad late to think, and moved.
The first thing he did was to bring their lips together.
"Nnn." A soft voice was up close and personnel.
Amane tasted the soft moist lips as he held her slender body, feeling her tenderness.
He did not touch her soft lumps with his hands, and gently let go.
Once he saw her lips twitch on her blushing face, he put his face to her neck.
"...I'll leave the rest for later."
Or I can't stop myself.He noted, and kissed her white neck.
That was all he did since he knew he should not leave a mark, and decided not to lift his face until he could suppress his rising desires.
^Someone asked for blushing Mahiru, so I obliged.
Not her, but close enough.
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