*****
"Huh, so this is Manaka's new room?"
"Don't just gawk around so much, okay?"
I deliberately scanned the new room, and as expected, Manaka nudged me with her elbow.
"It's embarrassing, you know?"
"It's a little late for that now."
I'd visited her old apartment many times. From a young age, we'd played together innocently, without any awareness of gender differences, simply because we were friends.
But once I started seeing Manaka as a "girl," things became complicated. I just couldn't be myself around her.
Even setting aside the fact that I was in love with her, I think Manaka has a more feminine figure than most girls her age.
Even now—
Manaka busily tidied her desk, dressed in a simple, unembellished short-sleeved T-shirt and shorts—perhaps too casual even for meeting her boyfriend at home.
From the side, the fabric of her shirt stretched taut across her full breasts, looking rather strained. Though the knee-length shorts didn't reveal much skin, when she bent over, they accentuated the alluring curve of her waist and hips.
Her slender shoulders and delicate collarbones contrasted with her ample bust. Her soft short bob haircut, gentle eyes, and full, glossy lips—
Damn...
The softness of her lips during their kiss resurfaced in his mind, and he could no longer suppress his arousal.
He was tempted to wrap his arms around her from behind, but now wasn't the time. He'd climbed up the stairs on impulse and curiosity, but Marin and his younger brother Ryosuke were still downstairs.
Trying to cool down my desire, I suddenly averted my gaze and found myself looking at a brand-new bed. It wasn't the one from our old house that she'd used since elementary school. We must have gotten it when we moved; the sheets had a somewhat grown-up design.
But...
"Haha. You still sleep with that stuffed animal?"
"Ah!"
It was a golden retriever plushie that Takuma had won for me at the game center in the shopping mall when we were middle schoolers. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I took it in my hands. It was clearly modeled after a golden retriever.
"This thing looks kinda dumb, doesn't it? And you still like it?"
"Doesn't it look like Takuma?"
As I spoke, Manaka sat down to my right.
"Shut up."
"Look at its open mouth, like it wants attention. You can almost imagine its tail wagging."
"Is that how you see me?"
"You're like a big dog, Takuma."
"Am I supposed to be happy about that?"
"She's cute, though."
As a guy, that's a rather lukewarm evaluation.
Takuma is decently popular with girls—his classmates know about his relationship with Manaka, so they don't confess to him, but he often hears through the grapevine that someone "seems to like him." Junior girls, whether knowingly or not, frequently make advances.
He's not particularly obsessed with his appearance, but apparently he has a look that girls tend to find appealing. Many also seem to develop fondness for him after seeing him play baseball.
But Takuma, who remains devoted solely to Manaka, firmly turns them all away.
"I just want to be seen as cool, you know? By Manaka."
"... You think she sees you that way?"
Suddenly, Manaka's tone seemed to shift.
"Hm?"
"That's why I think so. I'm so lucky to have such a cool boyfriend."
"What's with that sudden weirdness?"
I tried to laugh it off, but inside, I wasn't calm at all.
We were alone in the room, sitting on the bed, pressed tightly together.
The scent of my childhood friend. When I met her gaze, she looked up at me with feverish eyes. Soft cheeks, lips. From this angle, her full chest was so distracting it felt almost weapon-like.
"Manaka—"
As I tilted my face and leaned closer, she pressed her lips to mine. A sweet kiss. We nibbled at each other's lips, gradually probing with our tongues.
I'd experienced this much before.
I'd always managed to restrain myself until now. Probably because I hadn't crossed that final barrier of "we're childhood friends."
Having grown up like siblings, somewhere deep down, I always felt a brake on doing such things with her.
But today...
I couldn't hold back.
I tossed the stuffed animal I was holding onto the pillow and, acting on impulse, reached out with my left hand and covered her chest with my T-shirt.
The breasts of my childhood friend, which I'd longed for, were far softer and more resilient than I'd imagined, and surprisingly heavy.
"Ugh..."
A sweet, whining sound escaped her.
I couldn't stop anymore.
Before I knew it, my right hand had joined the left, and I was kneading them vigorously with both hands. I was finally free to do whatever I wanted with Manaka's breasts—the very breasts that had made every other guy green with envy.
"Ah, Takuma, don't do that... it feels too good..."
I no longer felt the slightest bit like we were brother and sister.
My childhood friend—her expression, her voice, and above all her body—was overwhelmingly, crazily feminine.
"Manaka..."
I'd once daydreamed about our first time being a memorable date, somewhere romantic, where I'd escort her like a proper gentleman and seal our bond. But...
Right now. Right here, I'm about to lose my virginity to Manaka.
That's all I can think about.
I press her down onto the bed, shove my hand into her shirt, and kiss her hungrily.
I should be too aroused to think clearly, yet I distinctly notice strange things: the unexpected stiffness of her bra fabric, the stuffed animal I accidentally kicked away with my foot.
My breathing grows rough. It's not just me—Manaka's breathing is labored too. As I remove her shirt and discard my own, our sweat-damp bodies entwining, I feel the reality of our relationship as lovers hit me with force.
I feel like a beast.
The self-control I had just moments ago has vanished without a trace. Without a word, I tear off her bra and panties.
With a swish, her breasts swung, their tips completely exposed. Her plump thighs and the underbelly of her adult-looking lingerie. The face of her aroused childhood friend.
My eyes darted everywhere. Every sight excited me, making my lower body ache.
"Takuma, take off your clothes too..."
I'd never heard Manaka's voice sound so bewitching before. Once I was certain she wanted me as a man, I felt no resistance to stripping completely naked.
I deliberately exposed my erect penis, as if to show off.
"Takuma, you're really like that..."
"M-Manaka, show me too."
"Huh... Okay."
We answered each other as we always did, but she complied with such surprising obedience that I felt a twinge of irritation.
Yet Manaka, with her wistful expression, took the initiative to remove her last piece of clothing—the shorts covering her lower abdomen.
"—!"
I'd never seen a woman's intimate area so clearly, whether in a video or a photo. Manaka, blushing and rubbing her thighs together, revealed fleeting glimpses of her plump labia and the lewdly shaped folds of her vulva, further stoking my arousal.
"U-um, is this normal...?"
"This is so damn erotic—"
"Is that how you put it? That's so like you, Takuma... But do you want to see more?"
Without thinking, I nodded frantically, and Manaka slowly spread her legs.
"...Hnngh, this is embarrassing..."
She seemed excited by the act. The wide-open vulva, glistening and twitching, made me feel like it was beckoning me forward.
"Sorry, Manaka, I can't hold back anymore—I need to be inside you."
"M-mmm..."
I thrust my painfully erect penis between her legs, gripped it firmly, and pressed it against what I assumed was the entrance to her vagina.
I felt a slick sensation against my glans, but whether because it was so engorged or my senses were distorted, I couldn't even begin to savor the pleasure.
"There... lower—yes, probably there—nngh!"
In the sticky flesh, I felt a slight resistance. This was the vaginal opening. With a forceful thrust, I felt the tip of my glans begin to bury itself inside.
"Ugh—"
"O-oh, I'm sorry..."
"No, come on... Takuma, I'd let you hurt me if I had to..."
The urge to cherish my beloved childhood friend and the primal desire of a man to unleash his lust were tangled together, driving me nearly insane. I forced my way past her tight walls, tearing my way deeper inside.
"Manaka...!"
"Ugh... nnngh..."
Unable to hold back any longer, I collapsed on top of her, holding her close.
Her lover's pussy was impossibly tight, even drenched in slickness. There was no hope for smooth, effortless thrusts.
Sweating profusely, Takuma desperately thrust his hips up and down, trying to replicate the sex movements he'd only ever known from books. Manaka clung to him desperately, helping him move his hips.
It was a clumsy collaboration, an awkward act of intercourse.
The first to surrender was Takuma, overwhelmed by the relentless constriction of Manaka's vaginal walls.
"Damn, I'm gonna come! I'm about to—!"
"Yes, yes! It's okay, you can do it—!"
Compared to Manaka, who was enduring the pain, Takuma felt pathetic for being unable to withstand even the pleasure.
"Ugh! I'm cumming—!"
Mobilizing his last shred of rationality, he lifted his hips to pull out of her as he helplessly ejaculated.
"Gah—!"
"Ow! That's hot! It's burning—!"
With his penis still pressed against Manaka's lower abdomen, Takuma climaxed awkwardly. His penis pulsed spasmodically, releasing an unprecedented torrent of white fluid that flowed endlessly.
"Ugh, ah, Manaka... I love you, I love you so much!"
"I love you too, Takuma, Takuma..."
Unable to suppress the overwhelming surge of primal desire and passionate love for each other, the two remained naked and embraced for a long while.
*****
After Takuma wiped her clean with tissues, Manaka sat up from the bed and put on fresh underwear.
"...It still hurts."
"Sorry, I'm really—"
"Heh heh."
Takuma's dejected expression was both endearing and amusing.
She had always imagined they'd do it together someday, but never did she think it would be today.
"...We did it."
"Yeah..."
She felt vaguely embarrassed. But the pain and heat... she was proud of it.
I had given my virginity to the person I cared about most.
I'll probably remember this day for the rest of my life—through marriage, through having children... I can imagine Takuma and I reminiscing together, teasing each other, "We were so awkward back then."
"Ah, I dropped this. Sorry."
Takuma carefully placed the stuffed animal back at the head of the bed.
"Mm. Thanks."
Takuma, still sitting on the edge of the bed, seemed to have finally calmed down, gradually returning to his usual dependable self.
His upper body remained bare, revealing his tanned, muscular physique.
(...)
This strong, admired Takuma—the one girls fantasize about—worked so hard to connect with me, desperately calling my name.
"Heh heh."
"Huh? What's that for?"
"Nothing. I just remembered something funny."
"What? That hurts my feelings!"
"It's fine. She's just so cute."
"Ugh, that's so cringe-worthy!"
Good, even as adults, our distance is just the same as always.
I was calmly relieved when...
"Ah, we should head downstairs soon."
I remembered Marin and the others. Checking the clock, only about an hour had passed. It felt like it had lasted forever, yet also like it had gone by in an instant... a strange feeling.
I straightened my clothes and left the room, now filled with the scent of sweat and bodily fluids from the two of us, and descended to the first floor.
Before entering the living room, Takuma and I exchanged glances.
"U-um, I'm kinda nervous..."
"Yeah..."
What kind of expression should we wear when we see Marin—and Ryosuke? I'd scrubbed my body thoroughly, so there shouldn't be any outward signs, but I couldn't afford to act weird.
Manaka smoothed her hair with her hands before opening the door.
"Hey, how did the match go?"
Takuma was as expected. He addressed Ryosuke and the others with a cheerful voice, as if nothing had happened. How about me? Am I managing to pretend to be calm?
My heart pounding, I peeked at my younger sisters.
Then Ryosuke, looking just as he had before, turned to me and said,
"Hey, Nii-san. You can see for yourself, right?"
He nodded toward Marin.
Marin—my younger sister—had probably lost several times in a row. Her face was bright red, and she was silently sulking, her disappointment plain.
"She hasn't been talking much lately. She keeps challenging me over and over, but..."
Ryosuke's tone shifted slightly as he asked,
"How did it go for you? Did you manage to do it?"
"...?!"
Both of us gasped, but my younger brother tilted his head and said,
"Cleaning your room must have been tough, huh?"
"Ah, yeah, that's right, that Manaka..."
"...Hmph, it wasn't as bad as you made it sound. You always exaggerate..."
I panicked in the moment, but it seems I wasn't noticed. I thought I'd lowered my voice enough, and the creaks of the bed probably didn't carry this far...
"Anyway, Nee-san and the others can come back now. Marin can't handle me alone."
"~~~~!!?!"
"Ryosuke, that's enough teasing...!"
Soothing his fuming younger sister, Manaka sat down on the sofa.
Takuma sat next to her.
Though they didn't hold hands this time, like before.
The lingering heat in her body burned her inside out, guilty for placing herself so close to her family (if you could call them that) after what she'd done.