It started in the early spring morning, when Sakura blossomed it delicate petals, and I could touch them. There is a tradition in our family: if you catch a Cherry blossom petal, make a wish and it will come true. But don't let it go, otherwise the dream will be waiting a long time for its fulfillment. I didn't know how true this was, but Mom always said that the moment she caught a petal, her and dad's hearts beat in unison, as if they had become one. Since then, she has kept this petal as a symbol of their love.
I was standing on the bridge, where my parents met, and I was looking at the cherry blossom petal in my hand. That petal was as lonely as I was. After my parents divorced, I lost faith in love. The hope that I would meet her faded away: not a single guy confessed his feelings to me. They didn't seem to notice me, as if I were invisible. Their eyes have always turned to beautiful girls, and I... am a goofball like me worthy of a handsome man's attention? I even have a bit of a bulge in my tummy. What kind of male attention can we talk about if I can't take care of myself and spend my days drowning in manga about love?
I squeezed the petal in my hands and threw it into the water. So be it! Anyway, none of my wishes have come true yet — for example, to find a handsome guy who will protect me from adversity and always lend a shoulder. It looks like fiction!
Looking at my reflection in the water, I noticed the sun's rays, which covered part of my face. I realized that I am still far from the moment when I will find my soulmate or become a full-fledged person.
Passing by the schoolyard, I saw a crowd of students around something interesting. As I got closer, I realized a fight was coming. It's Tora Isegawa! The main bully of the school and my childhood friend. Tora is a tiger from the feline family; his behavior has always remained a mystery to me. Since elementary school, he loved to pick fights and often went to preventive conversations with the principal. But it seems they didn't help — he remained the same idiot.
"Come on, Tora! Show him!"
"You're great!" came the supportive shouts from the crowd.
Tora was beating his opponent; he was curled up and begging for mercy.
"You're not stealing underwear from the girls' locker room anymore!"
"Of course! I promise!"
But Tora was ruthless—he needed to impress everyone around him.
Despite his hooligan image, Tora was popular among the students; I don't even know why... Was he charming to them? At least he was able to win people over and was often in the company of others.
We were complete opposites of each other, like different universes of the same world.
Although I wouldn't say that we were friends; rather, we were good acquaintances by staying away from each other and we try not to meddle in each other's affairs. Because we haven't communicated for a long time - since the days of elementary school. In those days Tora found friends and a place in the social hierarchy, becoming the leader of a gang of criminals and committing one crime after another. And our communication came to naught, because my parents believed that he could send me down a slippery slope where I would drown in a sea of addictions until I was killed someone from the Tora's gang or I'll get hurt at the hands of the leader of the hooligans himself.
And Tora himself for some reason was not eager to get in touch with me and once again did not want to cross paths. I didn't understand the reason for his behavior at first - what could to change his attitude towards me, and then I got it that nothing unites us anymore. There are no more hobbies that could unite us. Tora had things to do his gang, and I had my own problems. We had different paths in life. And I got used to it.
My parents were wrong - in the end, my childhood friend was at the top, and in the meantime I was at the bottom, at the bottom of the social hierarchy, where no one really noticed me.
But the only thing that hasn't changed in all these years is that his childishness infuriated me.
As if sensing my gaze, Tora turned to me with a big smile. A what? Who is he smiling at now? To me?
"Hey, Ahri-chan! What a surprise! It's good to see you. Will you join me?"
I didn't mishear or I heard my name from his lips? What does he need? He didn't think about me for several years, and now he suddenly appeared as if out of nowhere! I feel that this is not good!
I hurried away; I don't want any trouble with the teacher because of him. Every student seen near Tora at the time of the fight could be punished for complicity. And I didn't want to be the same first member In line to the office of the evil aunt director!
Seeing me run away, Tora-kun stopped smiling and ran after me, and I quickened my pace.
No, after all that has happened between us, I will not allow anyone to approach me!
He is like a plague spreading chaos and destruction around him. Because of it, others suffer! How many students have already suffered, how many lives has he ruined, blinding with his false charisma? He's the source of trouble, and I refuse to be a part of his dirty game!
"Hey! Wait a minute! We need to talk!"
"Don't chase me!"
"And don't you run away from me! You know that predators have a hunting instinct."
"Of course I do; I'm one of them!"
Suddenly, he pinned me against the wall and turned me around to face him.
It's so strange to see his eyes kind instead of predatory. He usually looks like he's ready to enslave the whole world and make everyone his servants.
There was something else in his gaze, a hint of understanding. But how could he understand me if we were on opposite sides of the fence? He's a popular guy, and I'm invisible to society.
"You're so lonely, aren't you? I'm familiar with that."
He touched my hair and neatly ran through it. His touch was so gentle and gentle that it seemed to me that in front of me was no longer terrible and greedy a tiger, but a sensitive and understanding creature. He stroked my hair and carefully kneaded as if it were rare treasures to be treated with respect. He admired my hair, as if it were the most beautiful flowers on earth. And I felt a pleasant shiver that enveloped my body as if it were something irresistible. Something I couldn't understand. It's like raindrops after the heat – it's also easy and pleasant.
"I'll show you how a princess feels when she meets her prince"
For a moment, I thought he was trying to comfort me, but suddenly his gaze changed-it became the same as usual. He looked at me like a hunter looking for prey. But there was nowhere to run, and I hoped for his mercy. And for some reason I didn't want to leave - I was wondering what would happen next.
I felt his touch—his hands left traces of affection on my body. His muscles bulged out of his shirt; he looked at me with predatory eyes and greedily licked his lips. I looked away from embarrassment. This was the first time with me - butterflies seemed to flutter in my stomach, and fear disappeared somewhere. I couldn't understand what I was feeling, but I probably feel much good.
He touched me, and everything around me ceased to exist. His hands, strong and confident, seemed to know my body better than I knew myself. They glided over my skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind them, as if they were lighting a fire under my skin. He gently outlined the line of my collarbone, lingering at the base of my neck, burning it with his hot breath.
His fingers, slowly, as if teasing, slid over my arm, rising higher until they reached my chest. I held my breath, feeling him gently outline the contours of my breasts through the thin fabric of the dress. Each of his touches was like an electric discharge piercing my entire body.
He lowered his hand to my stomach, stroking it slowly, as if studying every curve. His fingers slid lower to her waist, wrapping around her, pulling me closer. I felt his hard body pressed against mine, and the world turned upside down.
He raised his hand to my face, gently running his fingers along my cheek. His gaze was full of desire and tenderness, as if he wanted to see me not only with my body, but also with my soul.
"Can wolves sneak up so stealthily, than tigers?"
"I do not know..."
He gently lifted my chin and forced me to look into his eyes.
"The correct answer is no. You know biology, right? Or do you want to pull up this subject with me?"
I could feel his hand on my chin; he was looking at it so intently... Touching his arm, I felt every muscle in his stomach and a strange rush of warmth underneath.
The fabric of the shirt was thin, and I immediately felt the tension of his muscles. I stroked it gently, outlining the contours of his strong abs. It was as if a force had awakened under my fingers, an energy ready to burst out.
I moved slowly, exploring every curve, every relief of his body. It was hard and elastic, like a stone warmed by the sun. And with each touch I touched, he became more and more excited.
Suddenly, he made a low, low sound. Not a growl, not a moan - something in between. It was like a gentle purr, like a big cat pleased with a caress. The sound sent ships down my spine, and something sweetened in my stomach. I looked up and saw that his eyes were closed and his lips were slightly parted. He enjoyed my touch, as I enjoyed him.
For a moment, it seemed to me that there was not just some kind of connection between us, but something more. It is as if our bodies are made for each other, and only now, in this close contact, have they found their true purpose.
However...Unpleasant moments flashed in my memory. Like a prick of poison, fragments of memories flashed in his memory. Childhood. Games in the yard. Secret views. Laughter turning into whispers. I hate those fun times as a reminder of our friendship!
He...It is the same as it is now – attractive, dangerous, when we first broke up..but I wanted to believe that...he still my cheerful and kind friend...With whom I had fun. However he was what he is now. He is no longer my friend, he is nobody to me!
I wanted to leave... but noticing the excitement that was still in his eyes, I realized that there is something that worries me more than our destroyed friendship.
All this time I was a virgin, and my body does not know how to react to the touch of a male. However, the only thing that kept worrying me was that I might die without knowing what a first kiss was and what it tasted like. It didn't matter to me how I had to learn these feelings, and I didn't want to lag behind my peers, who have already kissed all possible guys. Everyone says it's an amazing feeling, that grabs you from head to toe. This moment is like immersing yourself in a warm bath after a few hours of cold weather. When you are numb from your feelings as if from cold, the first kiss, like hot water, releases all your feelings out and warms your whole body safely. At least that's what I was told.
And I want to experience it for myself, too. It doesn't matter when and with whom. The main thing is to act.
This moment was special for me; maybe it's a chance to act! At least it was Tora—maybe my only chance to kiss a guy!
I reached for his lips; excitement covered my entire body from head to toe. Here it is — the moment of my first kiss! Yes, yes... with a guy I hate... but still the first kiss!
Closing my eyes, I felt us reaching out to each other... This moment will stay with me forever.
But when our lips met... I realized that his lips tasted strange, rough and hard... This is not the expectation of the first time at all!
There are strange sensations in my body that I can't explain. But it's definitely not like what other girls say! It's just a disaster, all my emotions are mixed up with each other!
Even cocky guys usually have soft lips... Does his lips smell like earth? Did he eat the ground before kissing me?
When I opened my eyes, I saw that I was kissing a ball in Tora-kun's hands! He laughed softly at the situation.
"How did you like your first kiss? Is it like cotton candy? You didn't expect such a turn of events!"
How rude of him! I kicked his knee so hard that he grunted in pain. Feeling humiliated, she hurried away from this comedy.
I hate you, Tora-kun! Damn you and your jokes!
But something new flared up inside me—a spark of desire or hatred? I didn't know myself.… But one thing was clear: this guy would torment my thoughts for a long time.…