The day was Thursday, a buoyant Thursday that marked the coming of a new season, and about over a week since me and Yuri had met each other like star-crossed lovers.

The alarm clock blared for only a second before I slammed it into quiet submission, a new record it seems. It wasn't until now that I've noticed how well I've been getting out of bed in the mornings. As far as I could remember, for just about all of high school, it felt like every morning was a chore to wake myself up through, and I'd even ditch some days just to get some sleep. It's not like I've been depressed or anything, there just isn't much motive for getting out of bed this early. Now, all of a sudden, I've been catapulting myself from the deep realm of slumber and throwing my outfit on as if this is some cheerful anime opening. What gives? Is it because of the Literature Club?

Well, sorta, it's because of Yuri: my new, one, and only girlfriend (and hopefully it stays that way).

The past week was wonderfully peaceful with her. Even the festival, a stressful, adrenaline highlight of the school year, ended up as a cute mini-date of sorts with her after our club activities were done for the occasion. Moreover, when it came to the past two club days, well, I've never enjoyed my time after school more than I had for the past couple of days. It seemed like every time I've had the privilege to go to sleep, my dreams would be littered with endless visions of Yuri, and the myriad of situations that I could find myself in with her. And yes, some of those hypothetical dream settings were lewd, I mean how could I not keep the memory of that glorious weekend out of my head?

With the pitter-patters of my socks rushing down the wooden steps and into the kitchen of my sparkling, desolate home, more and more thoughts of the purple haired maiden rush through my head. Her elegance, her beauty, her voice, her eyes…

"Ah shit." I accidentally overflow a glass I was pouring milk into, causing it to spill onto the counter.

Guess my daydreaming also has some negative side-effects.

I wipe up my mess as quickly as possible and whip out my phone to shoot a text to Yuri, the latter becoming something of a morning ritual.

"Good morning!"

A minute later, as I'm eating my bacon and eggs, "Good Morning "

"Did you sleep well?"

"Whenever I think of you I do"

We text for the next dozen or so minutes before I notice that I'm running late for school.

"Shit I gotta go Ill see you at club!"

My phone beeps with a likely reply from Yuri, but I was too concerned with rushing out of my house and down my street to check it. The second my door swings open, the September breeze hits me harder than ever before and the sun glares me down through the partly cloudy sky. The warm era of the year is slowly crawling back into hibernation, making way for the oddly nostalgic and romantic seasons that are Autumn and Winter, harbingers of cold. The faster I hear my shoes slap the concrete road, the stronger the seasonal wind rebels against my body. Curses to myself for getting so irresponsibly distracted. Then again, who wouldn't be distracted by having such a banging girlfriend? In fact, I wasn't even running to get to school on time as much as I was running to possibly talk to Yuri before classes began. I needed as much Yuri as possible in order to survive these daily lectures and lessons; it was kind of like a bear stocking up on as much food as possible for the Winter. Besides, I wanted to ask her something important.

I dash through the school gates and finally stop to catch my breath while also taking my phone out to check the time.

"N...Nice…" I weakly mutter at the sight of school not starting for another 25-ish minutes. Guess the running was kind of worth it. Yuri's text also enters my view.

"See you at club "

"Actuallycome meet me down by entrnace" I hurriedly reply, goddamn fat fingers, but I think the message was communicated clearly enough. Yuri tends to get to school rather early, so I'd know she'd be here.

My legs finally regain the strength to continue walking towards the shoe locker room, basically the entrance room of the school.

Another beep as I lean by one of the lockers, finally secluded from the chilly wind, "Okay."

Part of me feels like her simple texting is gonna worry me in the future. You've had those times, right? Those times where someone replies to your texts with one or two words and you think they don't care? I'm not saying that Yuri doesn't care! No, no, but, my paranoid side is susceptible to these homemade conspiracy theories.

My inner monologue is then interrupted by a slight boop on my cheek.

"Hi~" Yuri enters my view as I turn to my left. Her blessed smile sends a purifying, holy substance throughout my entire body that creates a mixture of butterflies fluttering around my heart.

I hug her gentle, warm body before saying anything back.

"Heyy~"

She blushes and fidgets with her hair, "I'm g-glad you asked me to come down here. I've wanted to ask the same thing for the past couple of days, b-but I didn't want to trouble you with coming to school as early as I do, knowing that you… Like sleeping in."

Gosh this girl is too sweet.

"No no it's fine! I can come this early from now on if you want. Waiting to hang out with you until club is unbearable sometimes."

She gives me an even sweeter smile. I'd kiss her right now if we weren't straight in public.

"E-Even if it's an hour early? Because I-I usually get here around that time so I can sit in the hallways and do some reading."

"That'd be a wonderful reason to wake up super early!"

Yuri giggles happily in response.

"Also, Yuri, I thought since, um, you know we haven't gone out anywhere yet, do you want to, uh, go somewhere after school today? Tonight?"

"I would love that!" She steps closer to me, her perfume becoming more and more noticeable, "Where would we go?"

Shit, I didn't think that far ahead enough.

"Weeelllll…" Improvisation skills, work!

"We could go to my place, if you want and… Watch some movies?"

Yuri nods, "That sounds wonderful! What time would you want me to be there?"

Fuck yeah, I've got this!

"As soon as you can be there! My parents aren't gonna be back until the end of this weekend, so the house is free for whatever."

Yuri blushes, "Ohhh, free for… Whatever?" A wink.

I blush and nervously chuckle, "Y-Yeah! I mean if you, uh, want to do that again."

"Hmm." Yuri ponders, "Depends on how I'm feeling when I'm there."

That's totally gotta be a Yes.

"Awesome!"

We talk for the next few minutes about miscellaneous topics until the bell, sadly, rings.

"Well, guess we gotta head to class."

"Yep." Yuri smiles, "Don't worry Anon, club will come around eventually."

We wave our goodbyes as I bittersweetly stroll into Algebra.

My classes for the day end up slogging by like a dead snail. I might as well have been a mannequin sitting in the class, because all I could do and think of was what today's date with Yuri would be like. What movies are we gonna watch? What are we gonna have as snacks? How long is she gonna be there?

Are we gonna repeat our glorious weekend?

Even though the teachers lectured and fed my head varieties of Math problems, grammar rules, and historical facts, all that stood within my consciousness were another stream of situations Yuri and I might find ourselves in at my house this afternoon/evening. x⁴ - 33x² + 225 = the fantasy of Yuri stripping in front of me inbetween movies; the conquest of Ghengis Khan something something Yuri cuddling with me on my couch while eating popcorn; the mitochondria is the thought of kissing Yuri the second I answer her at the door.

When the final bell rung, however, I felt like a veteran who had survived storming the beaches of Normandy. With a hop and skip in my step, I burst out of my classroom with a first-place medal and dash upstairs to the third-year hallway. What they do in this hallway is completely oblivious to me, all that matters is the haven of the Literature Club.

I quickly open the door and vibrantly announce my present with a "Good Afternoon!"

"Oh hi, Anon!" The Club President, Monika, welcomes me. It seemed she was grabbing a book from her bag and taking to the podium; her hair swung with her usual dynamic stride, exclusive to just her.

"Hiiii!" Sayori waves from one of the front desks with her cinnamon-flavoured smile. I wave back and smile.

A rumbling rumbles from the clubroom closet.

"Oh he's here already-OW!" Natsuki pops from the depths of the closet only to be knocked on the head by a falling stray volume of manga.

"Seems like everyone else is here." Goes through my mind as my eyes dart across the classroom several times, with each trip adding a flat value to my heart rate.

Where the hell is Yuri?

"Where's Yuri?" I inquire of the girls. Surely she must be in the bathroom, or at the water fountain, yet I don't notice her sophisticatedly simple bag anywhere in the room.

"Of course he wants to know that!" Natsuki sophomorically snickers after her defeat to the manga volume. Even though me and Yuri tried to keep our relationship somewhat of a secret, our interactions during club hours were clear-as-day a sign that we had something going on. But hey, at least no one knows we fucked on Sunday… Hopefully.

"Natsuki!" The mature Monika steps up, "Quit with the remarks about Anon and Yuri. How would you like it if someone constantly teased you about having a boyfriend?"

Natsuki shrugs off the scolding, "It's just a joke, Monika, it's not like Anon's been mad about it or anything." She looks at me with a shit-eating grin, "Right?"

"Uhh well actually-"

I'm suddenly interrupted by Sayori launching a sneak attack on Natsuki with a derpy hug from behind.

"Don't worry Natsukiii I know you're just jealous about still being single!" Sayori chuckles as Natsuki struggles to escape, like a gerbil in the grasp of a Anaconda, "We can both be single forever if that makes you feel better!"

"I'M NOT GONNA BE SINGLE FOREVER!" Natsuki defiantly shouts and breaks from Sayori's chokehold of friendship, "I'm gonna have a cute boyfriend who'll have high-class taste in literature like I do!"

"Hehe." Sayori giggles and starts pinching Natsuki's cheeks, "Well I can keep you company until your dream boy arrives!"

What would I do without you Sayori.

As those two go back-and-forth, Monika strolls up to me, holding in laughter from the scene near the closet.

"Well, Anon, about Yuri, she should be here anytime now I'm pretty sure. Knowing her, she's probably finishing up some leftover work in class-"

A soft voice interrupts Monika, "Hi, sorry I'm late~"

The slender figure of my partner slips into the clubroom with a novel, faced backwards, tucked in her arms.

"Well speak of the devil, haha!" Monika pats me on the shoulder, which I guess is her way of 'Go get 'em!'.

I smile and walk up to my maiden, "Yuri!"

She smiles back, "Anon!"

A voice from the back, "Sayori!"

We all laugh as everyone gradually shifts to their usual activities: Monika and Sayori talking towards the front of the clubroom, possibly about future events for the club; Natsuki sitting around the right side of the room reading whatever manga she decides to read; Me and Yuri sitting towards the wall opposite of where Natsuki sits, though sometimes we choose a more sequestered spot where we can safely talk about sensitive topics.

About half an hour later, Yuri and I finish a chapter of the novel we were reading together: "1984" by George Orwell.

"Whew, that chapter was ridiculously long compared to, like, every single other one in this book." I comment on chapter 9 of the book's second arc.

Yuri softly chuckles, "Well it's by far one of the most vital chapters in the book." She scholaristically retorts, "After all, it's where the reader, rather than the main character, learns about the truth behind the world and how the war is just a tool to continue a worldwide oppression of the masses. It's actually usually a rookie mistake for some authors to 'educate' the characters in the book, but end up leaving the reader in the dark."

"I see I see." I agree and agree with Yuri, "So do you want to finish the next chapter?"

"Umm…" Yuri checks her phone for the time, "Well actually I think it's time for-"

"OKAY, EVERYONE!" Monika grapples the attention of every face towards the front of the room, "It's about the time for club to wrap up, but I just want to end off with a quick announcement: for the rest of this week and next week, let's get ourselves back into gear and write some songs!"

"Songs?"

"S-Songs?..."

"SONGS~!"

"Songs?!"

Monika smiles and leans forwards, "That's right, songs! It miiighhtt sound intimidating at first, but songs are really similar to poetry in a sense! Plus, you guys have until next Friday to work on them, so don't stress out about hammering away at it every night!"

I sighed internally, but knew this is just another stepping stone in my experience with the Literature Club and ultimately becoming a eloquent person like my girlfriend. Speaking of whom, she was rather hit-or-miss on Monika's not-so-modest proposal.

"I have never done a song before." Yuri speaks to a four-member audience, "But if you s-say it's like poetry, then it shouldn't be t-too much of an issue."

Sayori walks up from the back and pats Yuri on the shoulder, "Don't you worry about it, actually, don't any of you worry about it, 'cause we can all help each other." Sayori gasps dramatically, "Maayybee we can ALL do a song together afterwards! The Literature Club national anthem!"

Monika laughs, "That's not a bad idea! Though, I don't think that's how you use 'National'."

Natsuki perks up from the back like a whack-a-mole, "I'd be fine just doing my own song! Besides what the heck do we even sing about for the Literature Club?"

I butt in hoping to at least add something to this topic, "Well you can make a song out of anything really."

"Yeah we can totally make a song out of the Literature Club, we just gotta brainstorm!" Sayori bandwagons off my retort.

The two continue to debate as Monika smirks and leans, arms-crossed, against the podium in victory. Despite only a few sentences, she had managed to convince all of us that making a song would be a valuable way to exchange our time for the upcoming days. There definitely was something magical about Monika's charisma, it's like she'd open up your head as if it was a pickle jar and drop thoughts right into it. Even if Sayori's silly idea wouldn't come to fruition, we're now definitely all committed to writing musical masterpieces. Of course, despite Monika's bold, colourful demeanour and her leadership rivalling that of the ancient kings, Yuri is still my one and only~.

My hand subliminally slips into Yuri's as I send her a smile. She blushes and smiles back towards me, probably hiding the measureless anticipation for tonight. It's definitely going to be a night to die for.

"So you're heading home first and then coming over?"

"Mhm." Yuri nods.

"Basically as soon as possible then?"

"If that's what you want."

"Fine by me."

A few minutes later, after another Great Literature Debate had ended, everyone packed and made their way out the club gateway and onto their journeys home. Right before departing, I tightly hugged Yuri, even if we're only going to be away from each other for maybe an hour, and waved her a goodbye before starting home with Sayori. It's obvious what today's topic will be.

"Sooooo" She breaks the ice with a mallet, "How's Yuri?"

I gather my words like poker chips, "We've been good. It's actually been a great first week with her, so I'm feeling pretty hot at least, and she looks like she is too."

"Yay! I'm really happy for you guys; it's almost like you two both had a destiny to meet each other, especially since you and Yuri are so perfect for each other- Oh! You and Yuri… YouandYuri!" Sayori laughs, prompting me to chuckle with her.

"Thanks, I really hope we go a long way."

"Ooooo like how long?"

I blush, "W-what?"

"You should know the answer, silly!"

Sunday rushes back into my head, "Well, uh, marriage would be nice."

"Awwww, really Anon? That's adorable!"

I smirk without reply; Sayori continues.

"Well, I just hope you two get to that point. High school relationships can be tough, and sometimes they never happen at all! I mean just look at me, hehe."

"Don't worry about that, you don't need to find a boyfriend in high school. Sometimes, it takes longer than that, y'know? You're a wonderful girl, and despite some of the crap I say, I'm sure you'll find a guy who loves you back."

Sayori strolls closer to me and speaks in a tone with more genuity, "Thank you Anon. I guess until my prince comes and sweeps me away, I'll always be here as your little cheerleader, and I'll cheer you and Yuri on, tehe."

I release a soft chuckle, "Likewise."

A few moments later, we continue walking by the streaming rows of suburban family houses, all with carefully trimmed lawns and some with front porches holding onto newspapers of mysterious age.

"Oh Anon, you and Yuri are hanging out today, right? At your house? I kindaaa overheard you two."

"That's the plan."

"Aww, well I hope you two have fun with whatever you decide to do!"

"Just watching movies and maybe some other things."

"Sounds super sweet! Yuri's the kind of the girl who'd love innocent and introverted things like that anyways."

I sweat.

"Y-yeah innocent."

Apparently she heard a murmur, "What'd you say?"

"Oh nothing… Hey look we're here!" I shift concentration onto our side-by-side townhomes, "I gotta get ready for Yuri to come over, she said she'd rush down as soon as she could!"

"Okay Anon! Have a nice date night!" Sayori loudly yells and waves before walking to her respective abode. If I didn't know her well enough, I'd think she purposely yelled that loud in order to low-key bring attention to my date night from whoever was walking around at that time. Oh well.

Around thirty minutes pass of not-so-hectic assorting and planning, thankfully, today, my pantry was stocked with snacks such as chips, cookies, and obviously popcorn. The fortress was also well-prepped with soft drinks consisting of mainly soda (or if you want to call it pop), but there's also cranberry juice and water, which is probably what Yuri would choose. Oh well, more cola for me.

The movies were also laid out on, well, a memo on my phone. My family, with most of them nowadays, had most of their movies stored digitally, so starting up and switching from movies can all be done from the couch. Hooray for not getting up!

As I finish changing into my home clothes (basically a black T-shirt and some pajama pants), the "Ding-Dong" of my doorbell finally came to reverberate throughout the house and beckon myself to the front door in desperate excitement to see my wonderful Yuri. The stairsteps scroll past me like paper out of a printer, and before I know, my hand is wrapping around the doorknob in eager anticipation.

The door swings open; the sunshine charges into my eyes; a beautiful violet maiden is standing before me in a long-sleeve white blouse and a contrasted pair of black jeans. Her purple hair accentuated the rays of the sacred sun behind her, converting them into purple rays that shined into my house, blessing it with her presence.

"Hi Anon!" Yuri's voice rings like music to my ears.

"Yuri!" uncontrollably escapes my mouth as I rush forward and clasp her into my arms tightly, she does the same, wrapping her's around my shoulders as we both exchange a much-desired kiss, one whose euphoria has not been experienced for a lifetime, even though it was only a couple days ago since we were last able to kiss each other so passionately. We cooperatively locked our lips with each other and pressed against one another.. I could feel and taste the fruity texture and flavour of her lips, it was clearly moisturized and glossed in preparation for our home-date and savoured like cherry; Yuri softly squeezed my top lip as I did the same with her bottom. She also smelled amazing, an array of light aromas, lavender, rose, that orbited around her like little angels of scent, and those angels blessed any individual lucky enough to come into contact with her.

It lasted for only a few seconds before we split with a satisfying "Click!" of our mouths parting. The taste of Yuri's saliva still resonated with my tastebuds.

"Mmm, my, you're such a good kisser, Anon." Yuri holds onto me tighter and rests her head on my right shoulder.

"I guess it comes naturally, haha."

We free ourselves and walk into the house. Yuri slips off her shoes at the door as courtesy, revealing a mellow pair of black socks, and takes a broad look around.

Yuri giggles, "It's been a while…"

"Since you've been here?"

"Mhm."

"Yeah, almost been a week then." We turn into the middle of the living room, "Well, sit down and make yourself comfy, I'll be back with some concessions."

"Okay." Yuri plops down onto the couch facing the TV and sets down her bag. My curiosity strikes me.

"By the way, uh, Yuri," As I round the corner to the kitchen and look back, "What's in that bag you've brung?"

She perks up defensively, "O-Oh it's nothing! Just some miscellaneous things."

Guess that's whatever.

A few minutes later, I'm back with a bowl of popcorn and a litre of chilled soda. As I round the corner into the living room, my eyes notice Yuri cutely fiddling with the remote and shifting through the movie menu on the TV cloud.

She sees me walking in, "O-O-Oh S-sorry I uhh-" The remote flips out of her fiddling hands and onto the couch, "I was j-just curious I'm sorry-"

"Don't worry, haha." The popcorn slides onto the table as I slide onto the couch next to Yuri and wrap my arm around her warm, gentle waist, "Was there a movie you were hoping I had?"

"Well, um, yes." She shuffles closer to me and our bodies touch, my fingers push on her body ever so slightly, "Do you have… Silence of the Lambs, I believe it was called? People say it's a very good psychological horror movie, but I don't watch many movies to begin with, so I've never had the opportunity to."

"There's a good handful of movies on here, so let me check…" I quickly sort out the movie library to movies that start with "S" and, after a few seconds of scrolling, it rises up from the sea of titles.

"Ahah!"

"Wonderful!" Yuri rests her head on my right shoulder as I begin the movie with a couple of button presses. Her hair flows like a waterfall over this side of my body and onto the couch; it was truly something that could not be duplicated. That feeling of someone who truly loves you holding onto and resting on you makes one feel like they're the top of the world, and I'm sure Yuri feels the same; I'm sure Yuri feels like the next Madonna whenever we're together.

Of course, it's weird to think romantically when you're watching a horror movie. Even Yuri, after the first twenty-ish minutes, loosened her grip on me and absorbed herself into the film. I could see it every now and then, that stare of concentration in her eyes whenever you'd catch her reading a book like Portrait of Markov, it's a gaze of scrutiny and charm, of determination and beauty, of inquisition and allure.

The movie finished around an hour and a half later, and the natural light of the outside had dimmed to night.

"So, how'd you like it? I personally enjoyed it a lot, has a right to be one of those acclaimed horror movies."

Yuri spins towards me with a universe of thoughts in her eyes, "It was amazing! I could not believe that there was a movie out there that could replicate the feeling of a solid thriller novel so well! The atmosphere, the tension!" Yuri went on for a few minutes as I smiled, chuckled, and nodded frequently to show that I was obviously listening to her. I mean, it's not often that I listen to her, so this was a breath of fresh air.

"I feel very compelled to write my thoughts down somewhere so I don't forget… B-but, obviously not right now!" Yuri finally trips over her own words and falls back to her frequented plane of reality. "W-Well anyways, sorry for going on a tangent, I just really liked that film... Thank you so much for watching it with me." She hugs and leans on me.

"No problem!" Just acting cool here, no problem indeed.

"We should watch a movie that you want to watch next, right?"

My planned movie list flashes back into my mind, "Oh, right! I've got some ideas yeah! Hopefully you'll like them." She probably won't but I'll try.

"I will give them my best shot~" She smiles with a comforting affirmation and breaks her hug as I gesture to get up.

"I'm gonna get some more snacks, so give me a few minutes." As I step back into the kitchen with an empty bowl of popcorn kernels. I had also made sure to turn on the living room light now that night was now on the horizon, cause watching TV in the dark is pretty bad for your eyes.

"Okay!" Yuri strengthens her voice, "B-By the way, could you, umm, please get me a glass?"

"Sure!" Guess she prefers to split her beverages into portions. Oddly, for some reason it sounded like she was fidgeting with something. Eh, it's fine.

I take another few minutes to cook another batch of popcorn and grab that glass for Yuri… Speaking of which actually, what does she even plan to use this for? I haven't even grabbed any juice out of the fridg-

"BEEP!" The popcorn's done.

Whatever then, maybe she actually wants to have some soda with me. I'm sure that's the case.

The first thing that catches my eyes entering the living room was a long-sleeved white shirt hanging on my couch with a pair of black jeans, if only for a split-second. It was only for a split-second because Yuri was sat on my couch, clothed loosely in a white button-up dress shirt, with no undershirt, and a pair of black, Satin panties, with no pants.

"Uhhh... Y-Yuri…?"

She looks at me, blushing heavily, holding a glass bottle of… something, and smiles with a hot pink face.

I feel a funny feeling down there.

"A-Anon! I… W-Wanted to su-surprise you!" Her bag is empty; the bottle is on the table, "D-do you like it?"

The hell was she asking that for? Her tits were almost bulging from what seemed like a dress shirt under her size, so much so that the gaps between the buttons exposed snippets of her voluptuous, light-skinned upper-body; Yuri's erect nipples were poking through her shirt, already looking ripe to play with, and even her pink areola were somewhat visible through the white fabric. Yuri's thighs were accentuated more than ever, mainly due to her legs being the only visibly naked parts, minus that she still had her socks on. Those hot legs had such a slender, mature build as well as a completely smooth and clean texture, with only a few imperfections scattered about, but I think those flaws only made her hotter. Her legs fidgeted and rubbed against each other as Yuri sat eager to hear my response, tempting me to just push her down and fondle that sexy body.

"Yes… Yes I do." As I plunge onto the couch next to Yuri once more, grab her waist with both of my hands, and gaze all over her sexy spectacle of a figure, "I fucking love it!"

Yuri giggles in relief, "I'm glad!" She then pushes my body against the couch and straddles herself onto my lap so that we're both facing each other; her naked legs lock mine into place as her panty-covered pussy rubs against my pantsed-erection. It suddenly occurred to me how quickly this escalated.

"I'm really, really glad I could surprise you like this." Her stuttering disappeared as she quietly spoke, "It was just something I thought would be fun for us, and mainly for you, especially since we haven't gotten intimate recently." Her lips close in towards mine, "Just let me do all of the work, is that alright?"

I nod in jovial agreement. Yuri silences that nod with a deep kiss that pushes me into the malleable couch cushion, her mouth sucks and softly bites my lips as her tongue stretches into my mouth and attacks my tongue.

While we kiss, Yuri fluently brushes her hands down from my shoulders, to my chest, and then to my waist, before sneaking her fingers under my shirt and then transitioning back up my body and to my hidden, bare chest. As our long, deep kiss broke, Yuri's fingers started exploring and playing with my pecs. In response, I lightly grasp her near-naked thighs and indulge in their buttery texture and squishy thickness, a little bit up and I would've been grabbing her well-postured ass.

With no words, we continue making out. All throughout this the main auditory attraction were the sounds of Yuri's sensual breathing and our mouths "Click"ing with the rhythm of our tongues dancing and our wet lips locking and unlocking.

"I love you, Anon."

"I love you too." We smile softly before kissing again.

Yuri presses down on my chest as she scoots forward and gradually claims a reign on me; her breasts now squish themselves against my shoulders as her hands slip to my upper sides, a little bit below my armpits, and grasp them.

After a while, we break the kiss again and Yuri gently leans back, still holding onto me. Saliva trails from and to our mouths like a singular web.

"You can touch me more… If you want…" Yuri half-whispers close to my face.

My hands excitedly climb up to her butt, "Like this?" I smile.

"Mhm." Yuri leans forward and begins kissing my cheeks at a slow, rapid pace. The pecks on my face are like a physical therapy, a massage of sorts with romantic measures. The warmth of her embrace is almost magical: her arms around me, her silky, purple hair lightly scruffing against my face, the sounds and feelings of her pecking my cheeks, her humid breath kissing my face, and the partial weight of her body on mine made sitting on my couch like an experience in the Garden of Eden.

However, now that my face was partially free, I noticed again the mysterious bottle on the coffee table, shadowing the dimmed light of the TV.

"Hey… Yuri?"

Her kissing pauses, "Yes~?"

"What that's bottle on the table?"

"Oh!" Yuri leans and looks back. She then unmounts me and stands up and turns around to grab the bottle, briefly bending over in the process in order to give me a rather nice view.

"It's… U-Umm, how do I say this?"

"Don't worry, just tell me."

Yuri turns around and shows me the bottle, "It's r-red wine that I grabbed from my pantry…" She grins with noticeable embarrassment.

The black glass bottle now defined itself clearly with the red liquid inside of it, and on the label was that familiar alcohol brand I always walked by at the store's fabled alcohol isle. Yeah, this is it, this is the real deal… How the hell did she get this?!

"How the hell did you get this?"

Yuri guiltily smiles like a child who knowingly did something wrong, "W-Well it was, um, just sitting there in the pantry and I thought it'd be… Fun to drink."

Her innocent moments amaze me sometimes.

"You do realize we're under the drinking age, right?"

Yuri looks away, "It's not like anything bad would happen, all it is is wine. I thought it would've been something… Nice for the occasion."

No reply from me.

"But if you don't want us to drink it, then that's fine…"

Shit, I mean she is right, it's not like we're gonna get shit-faced on a single bottle of wine or anything. Besides, it'd ruin the moment if I indirectly told Yuri that her idea was ridiculous, and then have to see her reaction.

"Wait, wait." I lean up from the comfort of the couch, "It's fine."

Her face brightens up with an adorable smile and a bright expression as I continue.

"Just, um, I won't have anything because I personally don't like alcohol."

Yuri kisses my forehead, "It's okay, as long as I get to enjoy the occasion with you." She pulls out the guilty smile again, "I've also wanted to try wine out anyways, since my parents tend to say it has a ravishing taste."

"How much of that red wine is alcohol, by the way?"

"The alcohol content?" Yuri thinks for a second and looks at the bottle thoroughly, "Oh! The bottle says… 13%? That shouldn't be too much for a couple of glasses."

Well, that's fine. It at least means Yuri won't pass out from drinking, God knows what'll happen then.

"Ahh, so that's what you wanted the glass for. I mean, Duh."

"Mhm!" Yuri reaches into her bag laying against the bottom of the couch and pulls out a corkscrew, "I've seen my parents use these, so… I… Should..." She struggles to pull the cork out for over a dozen seconds before finally freeing the bottle. I probably shouldn't have just watched, but I wanted to see her undo it herself.

I chuckle and clap as Yuri smiles, pouring the crimson liquid into the short glass that I chose. Thank God it was a short cup.

Yuri plops down next to me on the couch and takes her first sip.

"Mmmhhhpp!" Yuri flinches, "Y-yikes, that's strong… But also, hm, ambrosial." She takes another sip, flinching less this time. God knows what 'Ambrosial' means.

I scoot closer to her, "Well, I'm glad it's good… Do you want me to start the next movie?"

Yuri takes another slurp out of the almost-finished glass, "O-oh right! Yes, please, I'd love to see what kind of movies you enjoy." She finishes the glass and reaches for the bottle again. Part of me feels like that bottle is something of a bad omen as I see her pour another glass.

The next movie we watched was a personal favourite of mine called "Your Name." Expectedly, it's an anime movie, but I was hoping Yuri would enjoy it considering how beautiful the animation and art and choreography all are, as well as the surprisingly complex story that combines romance and supernatural elements. She has a good eye for plot and imagery, so I had a strong feeling she'd like it.

She did.

I often peered over at her out of my peripheral vision to monitor her reactions, and she once again was in that concentrated state of existence, her eyes like security cameras guarding a building's innards 24/7. Barely any words were exchanged for what was essentially the first act, around thirty-five minutes, of the movie. Instead of words being exchanged, however, lips and glass rims were met frequently to deliver wine to Yuri. Just about every couple of minutes, Yuri would sit back up, grab that bottle, and pour another round into the glass. I would've stopped her from chugging the damn thing, but I assumed she'd have decent alcohol tolerance, and besides, it's only just one bottle of wine, right? Just like she said, right?

Well, eventually, Yuri's attitude transformed.

She'd become less "Yuri" and started talking louder, slurred her words more than stuttered, and laughed at relatively irrelevant things in the movie (like one of the main characters tripping). It's clear now, the wine had gotten to her rather quickly. Apparently Yuri has a really low tolerance to alcohol in order to get drunk this fast. Then again, she did gulp down the whole damn bottle in the first thirty minutes of the movie.

The movie finishes around two hours later…

"Mmm…" Yuri stretches out with the conclusion, "That was pretty good, Anon." She chuckles.

"Yeah, uh, I'm glad you enjoyed it; it's one of my favourites for a reason."

"Yeahhhh." Yuri glares towards me with her drunken stare and leans herself on me with a feel-good smile, "That was real good, y'know? I don't usually like anime at all, so, but, the writing and animation of that really got my attention, right?"

The abundance of filler words notifies the loss of the sophisticated Yuri I've known, she's shit out of it. She drunk the whole damn bottle. How the absolute hell?!

She looks at the empty bottle of wine on the table and back at me.

"Wish I brought more of that wine, y'know, cause, that shit was really good…" She leans herself more on me, accidentally pushing us both down onto the couch, my body topped by her's.

"Ah!"

"Oops, hmhm." Yuri giggles, laying her body flat on mine and spreading her arms upwards parallel to my head; I can feel her breasts press down on my body, it feels pretty nice.

"Umm," I wrap my arms around Yuri's comfy body, "Do you think you may have had... too much to drink?"

"I didn't drink that much!" She suddenly half-shouts, muffled by her face buried in my chest, "It was only a bottle! I said it didn't have that much alcohol."

Yeah, a bottle isn't 'that much' apparently.

It's no use arguing with a drunk person, I realize.

"O-Okay then…"

We both lay there for the next minute; Yuri's warm body provides a sort of heavy blanket on my body, most comparably to a body pillow, but obviously sentient and far more comforting. Part of me wanted to fall asleep on that couch with her right there, even if it was a school night and if Yuri still had to go back home. I actually thought she had spontaneously fallen asleep in my chest, but I was quickly disproven.

"Anonnnnnnnnn." Her voice still muffled, until she had finally risen her head, "I'm thirstyyy."

"Uhh, maybe it's because you had an entire bottle of wine-"

"No no no no." She crawls upon me until we're face-to-face, her breath touching me with the faint scent of wine, "I'm thirsty for you~"

Yuri then grabs the bottom of my shirt and lifts it up, exposing my naked upper body to her.

"Ehh!? I thought you were gonna-"

She then swiftly sticks two of her left hand fingers into my mouth, silencing me, and lowers her head in order to begin sucking on one of my nipples.

"Mmh!" The pleasure is sudden, foreign, but sublime. People weren't kidding when they said nipples were the most sensitive part of the body, because the wet slapping and licking of her tongue all around my left nipple jolted euphoria throughout my body with intensity that almost rivaled the feelings of her tits around my cock, or her tight, formerly-virgin snatch squeezing my dick like a sponge.

"Mmmh~! Mmmh~!" We both grunt with busy mouths as I struggled against Yuri's ball-gagging fingers (mainly because I knew the action on her fingers would arouse her further) and as Yuri sucked and licked my chest like I had done to her's last week. Apparently, I never noticed how wonderful it feels when someone plays with your nipples while they're erect, because the expedition of her tongue slapping back and forth while her lips sucked and vibrated the tightly compressed area around it led to a drastic increase in pleasure. We were like this for a whole minute, and it was if the taste of Yuri's slender, slippery fingers developed another specific taste bud in my mouth.

"Mmmmmppll-Ahhhh~" Yuri frees my chest from the moist quarter of her mouth as if she had surfaced from swimming underwater, "You taste real fuckin' good." She sexily taunts as she shoves her fingers in-and-out of my mouth, basically dipping them repeatedly into a bucket of salacious saliva.

Yuri takes one long lick up my chest and over my nipple, "Do you know how horny you make me everytime I see you, Anon?" My mouth is finally freed as I half-heartedly gasp for air, saliva dripping across my mouth, "My pussy gets fucking wet everytime I see you; most of the time when school's over, I, you know, have to touch myself in the school bathrooms to the thought of you fucking me with your meaty cock." Her hidden right hand shifts down to my defenseless pajama pants, "C'mon let's fuck right now, I can't stand the fact that you aren't fucking me right now. Fuck meeeeee." Her face is filled with both drunken agitation and a savage lust for sex, like a cheetah eyeing down a plump gazelle. The main attraction is her eyes, which are filled with a cloudy coat of crazy, kind of like when someone is phasing out during a conversation, except if that same someone is dominating their sexual partner.

"Well, uh, since you're playing with me like this, I guess I have to." My hands slip down to her cushy ass and sink into it with a firm squeeze; Yuri cooperatively slips down my pants and boxers, in a series of rough pushes, down my waist with her singular hand; my cock jolted up and out of the prison of my pants. She then sits up, putting her weight onto my chest, and unites both of her hands to her bulging dress shirt in order to unbutton said-shirt. With each button slipping through each buttonhole, her breasts relaxed bit-by-bit, until the shirt had completely come loose, releasing Yuri's voluptuous tits with a flash and a satisfying jiggle. Her pink, erect nipples and her breasts big enough to fill two hands each fell down, but kept the wonderfully firm shape I had known. The shape that dropped to show natural form, but held onto a certain volume that allowed for me to easily drown my hands into her malleable goodness.

And that's exactly what I did: My hands rose up in a heartbeat and repeatedly squeezed each of Yuri's tits. I felt her nipples graze and poke the palms of my hands as her boobs flowed through the spaces between my fingers.

"Mmmmmmm oh fuck, keep playing with my tits!" Yuri moans in blurred ecstasy right before leaning down on me and handling my cock from behind with her right hand once again, this time she rubs her still-panty-covered and wet pussy with it.

"God I can't believe this thing hasn't been inside of me for almost a week, we need to fuck more, right?"

"I'd like that, it'd just be more difficult since my parents are gonna be home this weeken-"

"We'll fuck in your room! I don't care I just want you to hold me and fuck me!"

Jeez, is this what she tries to hide inside of herself everyday?

"Mmmmahhh~" Yuri twitches as I pull Yuri down and suck on her tits; I had almost forgot how satisfying it is to slather my tongue across the hard, tender texture of her nipples, and then to feel my lips around her areola repeatedly imbibe her as if her body was ready to produce milk.

"I need it! I NEED IT! You're teasing me too fucking much!" Yuri pulls aside the undercarriage of her panties and aims my cock's head towards it, before squeezing it inside and sitting herself down on my crotch, absolutely engulfing my dick inside of her familiar, deflowered pussy chamber.

"AAAAaaahhhhhh~!" Yuri gasps and moans as my cock easily slides into her naturally lubricated cunt; her fingers dig into my shoulders, which slightly hurt, and she leans her body on mine completely. Her breasts leave my mouth and squish against my chest like warm pillows, and I feel a heavy, comforting weight all over me as she hugs my body. All I can really see at this point is a view down Yuri's back all the way to my hands grabbing her ass, which is slowly grinding and bobbing on my submerged cock.

Instinctively, I squeeze Yuri's ass some more and begin slowly thrusting my hips up and down in order to slide my cock rhythmically in-and-out of Yuri, jointed by the soft and wet sounds of sex. Even though Yuri feels amazing, I've grown to hold back moaning and grunting, because I guess I'm not like that. At least, I'm not like Yuri, who yelps in pleasure from the slightest lewd touch.

"Aaaah~ Aaaah~! Aaaahhh~ Fuck! Go faster!"

I silently obey and the motors in my hips strengthen, and the splashing of my cock hitting the interior of Yuri's pussy reverberate throughout the living room faster and louder. In response, she moans and yelps into my left ear while holding onto me even tighter, this time wrapping her arms around my upper body into an inescapable grasp. The only way to get out of this hold would be to fuck her harder until she cums.

"AAAAaahhh~ Mmmmmm~!" The wet limb of her tongue starts to coat my neck, "Your cock is so big I love it! Do I feel as good as Sunday!?"

"Mhm!" I briefly affirm as I try thrusting harder, rather than faster, with concentrated strikes on her pleasure points.

"AAAAH~ AAAAH~ YES~! HARDER~! I LOVE YOU SO MUCH!" She happily whines into my ear; her moist, hot breath condensates my neck and part of my ear. It seems like my hands are digging deeper into her thick ass as my cock rubs and pushes against her tight, malleable, hot pussy. Everytime I pound and hit the end of her cunt, a hard splash combined with Yuri's ventaliating enters my eardrums. It feels fucking wonderful, especially when her body tightens further and squeezes my dick harder. Having myself squeezed by Yuri's arms and imprisoned by her voluptuous body adds to the erotic situation.

"ANONNNN~ I'M GONNA- I'M GONNA FUCKING-AAAAHHHH~!" Yuri jerks up, leaving the region of my neck and ear, and tightens around my cock with Heraclean power as I feel a new hot surge of liquids drench my member, like pouring warm, fragrant oils on it, and then overflow onto my crotch. The squeeze of her orgasming pussy could've made me cum right then and there like shampoo being squeezed out of a bottle. My thrusting slows significantly as my hands feel up Yuri's shaking, hot body.

"Ohhhhhhh fuck~! That was the best orgasm of my fucking life~! Oh my god you're amazing!" She looks down and straight into my eyes with those cloudy, frenzied, but loving pupils and gives me a messy kiss while holding onto me once again. Her sweet saliva spills out onto my lips and chin, her tongue wraps around mine, and her ass bounces faster again as I continue another assault on her pussy, this time I intend to cum. Part of me wanted to change positions, but taking my cock out of her would be too much of a killjoy for us both.

The sloppy kiss breaks and continues again as Yuri makes more sounds of pleasure; I wrap my arms around her body as new energy in my hips allow me to fuck her harder and faster than before, and the squirt juices from her orgasm ease the means of my dick sliding in and out of her. Eventually, I get some sort of rhythm going with fucking her.

Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat! Splat!

"MMMMPPHH~! MMMM-AAAHH~! MMMMMMM~!"

Those are the sounds that echoed throughout my house for the next minute or so as the pressure in my dick rose higher and higher, beginning to build up like a steam engine unable to respirate any leftover steam. In other words, I feel like I'm gonna explode.

"I-I'm gonna cum!"

Yuri responds with a tighter grip around my body.

My cock pounds Yuri for the next few seconds with whatever strength I have left before finally and swiftly pulling it out of her and shooting my load all over her ass and her back with several dopamine filled cumshots, my body twitching with each shot; even I couldn't resist groaning in pleasure. It felt like it'd never stop cumming out as I'd repeatedly jerk it and rub it against her ass, glazing Yuri's chunky ass with my nut as my cock's head squished against her juicy butt.

"Mmmmmfuck~! So warm~" She mutters as we both ventilate in sexual exhaustion; Yuri reaches behind her and smears her finger in order to get a taste.

"Mmmmmmmm~ Your cum's delicious~" A finger plops out of her mouth and she giggles as I lay there catching my breath. My hips sure-as-hell were tired from fucking her, and ejaculating pretty much shot out any bits of energy I had left; it was almost as if all of my strength was concentrated into the thick, massive substance of my cum.

"Anonnnn, say something~ Are you too tired?"

"K-Kind of…"

I open my eyes and see drunk Yuri smiling at me with mischief, her eyebrows slanting like ramps, and a pink blush, that I never noticed, clothing her face.

Yuri giggles, "Don't worry, I'm still really horny. I wouldn't mind handling you for you right now." She sits her body up, now perpendicular to mine, and softly rubs his juicy pussy against my stomach. Apparently she had slipped off her panties onto the floor when I wasn't looking.

"Mmmmm~ You should've came inside of me, Anon, I wanted to, to feel your cum fill my pussy and then, ahh, see it pour out." She teasingly moans, "That sounds so fucking hot, right?"

"Y-yeah." Feeling her pussy lips move and split against my body is already hot enough.

Yuri lifts and moves her body up and sits her cushy ass on my shoulders; her pussy is right in front of me.

"I hope you, you don't mind eating me out~" The heat resonates off of Yuri's warm body, and the sweet scent of her pussy juice infiltrates my senses. I also notice that her pussy is completely shaven, as opposed to a week ago. Either way, the rod of control has completely shifted into Yuri's hands, and those hands grab my head and slowly shift her crotch into my face.

"Oh yeeessssss!" She relieves a moan of happiness as my lips are half-forcefully planted onto Yuri's wet pussylips. I had no other choice but to lick, lick, and lick the exterior of her cunt, prompting sweet juices to gradually flow out. In fact, all I could smell was her nectar and the oppressive scent of her seraphic body that somehow managed to smell wonderful, even in her pubic areas. Speaking of oppressive, the weight of her body on my head and shoulders was just that, and the compacting of her mature thighs and hips around my head provided a entrapping pillow. The lips of her pussy would split and open fluently in response to my tongue infiltrating the inside of it; my tongue couldn't get far, but its slippery texture made it easy to go in-and-out and taste the chamber of Yuri's delicious cunt.

"Oh-Ohhh-OOOHHHH Fucckk! It's like I'm being fucked by your tongue! And your lips-AAaahhh~!"

Accompanying my sneaky tongue were my lips that suctioned around the entrance to Yuri's interior and sucked the area enclosed in it, causing a sort of vibration that I knew would stimulate the hell out of her. Although, it was difficult to do consistently as Yuri's sexy body would keep moving and twitching in response to all of the pleasure hitting her body at once. Her thighs would also semi-squeeze the sides of my head, which I didn't mind; I would've buried my face in her thighs no matter the situation.

"Aaahhh~ Fuck yes~! You love how my pussy tastes, right?"

Couldn't really respond with my face buried between her thighs.

Yuri pushes my head further into her crotch, grinding her pussy against my mouth at the same time while moaning loudly as if I was fucking her. Well, I guess in her words, I'm fucking her with my tongue, especially since my tongue is very gradually reaching into deeper depths of Yuri's pussy, while feeling around the soft, warm, squishy insides of it. Though, in reality, it probably wasn't even that deep, but from how literally buried my face was into her crotch, it felt like a lot of work.

"F-Fuck~! Hold on, let me…" Yuri abruptly lifts her body off of my face, freeing myself from the weight of her body, and clumsily sits off the couch to turn her body around and sit back onto my face with her round, perfect ass in my view. Her legs once again surrounded my head as her body laid down where I could faintly feel Yuri's breath glaze my cock. As for me, Yuri's pussy was once again in my face, bonused by the rare sight of her fully naked butt.

"Good, I can suck your cock like this. Keep using your mouth!"

As I resume licking Yuri's pussy, I feel a warm hand and its fingers wrap around my dick, which was still erect, but sticky with cum, after fucking Yuri, and begin to stroke it up-and-down at an abruptly quick pace. At the same time, a wet pair of lips and a balmy, humid mouth encase the head of my dick and begin to slowly suck it as a slippery tongue revolves around and teases my cock. The feeling of Yuri sucking me off was glorious, and the only that would've made it better was to be able to see her do it, but my vision was conquered by me eating our Yuri's pussy. While her lips massaged and bobbed on the tip, with an occasional slurp, her tongue would go around under the head, behind the head, and back-and-forth on my urethra; it was almost like she knew which parts I was most sensitive to. The shaft of my dick being jerked off at the same time doubled how good it felt, especially from how fast she was going, it felt like I could've came right there in a matter of a minute of her sucking me off.

"Mmmmh-Aaahh~!" Yuri releases my cock from her mouth with a wet "Plop!" sound and quits jerking me off, "God, fuck, your cock is so good, so juicy, I can taste your nut! Lick me more!... Use your fingers! I wanna cum already!"

Yuri then puts away her hands and places them on my legs and then proceeds to deepthroat my dick almost to the base.

"Aaahh." I finally give in and groan in ecstasy. Her gulping is far more audible now that she's going up-and-down every second on my cock. Almost its entirety is trapped and sucked by the temperate, wet realm of Yuri's throat. It can almost be described as me fucking another part of her, but really, she's the one doing the fucking here: forcibly fucking her own mouth using my dick. She's going deep too, since I can feel my tip hit the end of her accessible mouth and the tight, deep end that extends into her throat and her esophagus. It kind of squeezes the dick too, which feels amazing.

While Yuri's gulping on my cock, taking occasions to catch her breath every 15 seconds or so, I give eating out Yuri a break and stick my reliable fingers, index and middle, into her horny slit. Her crotch was inches away from my face and right above my head, which would make it pretty easy for me to use my fingers.

"MMMMmmmmm~ " Yuri moans, muffled by my dick in her mouth. I grab her ass with one hand and proceed to hastily jam my fingers in-and-out as deep and as fast as possible, my best response to being deepthroated. Her lower body twitches far more frequently now with the advent of my fingers drilling as far as they could in rhythm to the sounds of her drenched pussy producing wet squishing noises. Compared to pleasuring her through her pants on Sunday, this had a far different aura to it: it wasn't me or her dominating at this point, but a symbiotic exchange of us pleasing each other.

Yuri, still muffled, whines out of ecstasy from her pussy being played with, which resulted in her sucking me off in a messier, but faster fashion. She hasn't stopped sucking to breathe for well over half a minute, which gives me the idea that she's guessing I'm about to cum again. She's right, I can feel it building up again; it's obviously not gonna be as big a load as last time, which is probably for the better so Yuri doesn't accidentally choke after deepthroating my cock. Even with the sensation building up, I keep on with fingering her, this time adding my ring finger since she's lubricated enough for it.

"MMmmmmmhhh~!" She squeezes my legs in response, it's definitely tighter than before, trying to fit in three of my fingers. I squeeze her ass in return and keep on going. Then that feeling comes back to me.

Right, I'm about to cum. It's rising to that point of no return. I'm about to nut in Yuri's mouth for the first time.

"Aaaah!" I grunt as my hips twitch upwards and jam my cock into Yuri's mouth, releasing another barrage of cumshots into her tight, hot, horny mouth. The feeling of euphoria rushes through my dick and out the tip into her throat. Her tongue quickly goes around my cock and cleans up any cum that didn't immediately shoot down into the back of her mouth. I can feel the reverberations of Yuri swallowing each cumshot as she gives muffled moans of affirmation.

After a few more swirls with her tongue, Yuri finally releases my dick from her mouth and catches her breath, as if she had been underwater for a prolonged amount of time. I still hear swallowing whatever might be leftover in her mouth as she moaned and ventilated heavily. During all of this, my fingers slowed down so I could process orgasming into her mouth in its full glory, but now it's Yuri's turn to cum.

Without any words, my fingers speed up again, and Yuri yelps and whines in pleasure just like before. I could see that she was leaning her head on the couch, her hands also on its comfy cushion, but her ass was still fidgeting up in the air waiting to be serviced by me.

I keep going as fast as I could inside of her hot cunt, all three fingers in, until finally her pussy tightens like before and squishes my fingers; her body twitches uncontrollably as she squirts out another bout of her pussy juice, this time landing all over my face and onto the couch in only a few strong squirts. Yuri emanates the most satisfying cry of happiness in the world as she tightens harder and squirts more and more. Her love nectar was really warm, and from what I could taste, it was sweet too. It only came out for a few squirts from her, but my face ended up doused anyways.

"AAAHHHH~! AAAAAHHHHH~! MMMMMAAH~!" Yuri's body twitches and collapses onto mine and onto the couch, hitting my body with a surprisingly soft impact. I slide my wet and sticky fingers out of her and lay there on the arm of the couch with her breathing body on mine.

After wiping my face, we continue laying there for a minute or so, just resting and thinking about the past half an hour. Well, actually, I was the one doing that. Apparently, Yuri had fell asleep sometime after orgasming. I closed my eyes too and laid there with our bodies intertwined. Granted, it wasn't as romantic as you would think, being that we were still in a sixty-nine position, but just laying there with her at its core was good enough to finish off another wonderful day (or rather, night) with Yuri.

I just realized, it's eight.

Sucks to kill the mood, but Yuri should probably be home soon.

Shit, how far does she even live from me again?

She's still drunk too… And on top of me…

"Yuriii?"

No response.

"You awake?"

No response.

I slowly move the lower-half of her almost-naked body (I guess the unbuttoned shirt counts) off of my mine and roughly pull up my pants, scooching my body so that it can lean upwards a bit. It's weird having my cock back in my pants after it getting fucked and sucked for the past half an hour.

Yuri still lays there, asleep on her right side in a pseudo curled-up position: it was really cute. A complete juxtaposition to how she was a few minutes ago. Luckily enough, my couch is barely big enough to hold both of our lounging bodies, so we can at least rest here in this yin-yang position on the couch as I relax and think about the wonderful time I had just had. Granted, it was far more wild than I expected it to be. The empty bottle of wine sat there on the table as a nagging reminder, accompanied by the dimmed light of the idle TV, waiting for the next movie to be chosen.

After a minute, I slowly kneel up onto the middle of the couch and modestly shake Yuri's body.

"Yurriiiii?"

She groans and mutters something incomprehensible in response. At least she's not completely asleep, I think?

I shake her again.

"Yuri wake up."

"Il-keslee-with-ou" She murmurs in her slumber.

Gosh, this is too cute.

"Maybe I'll let her rest for a little bit before waking her up." I say as I rustle myself next to her, laying parallel to her, facing her. She's so beautiful when sleeping.

"I'll just lay here for a few minutes."

…8:50

"Just a few more."

…8:55

"Just…a…"

Darkness. Peaceful darkness for what seemed like a few seconds.

"Aaaaa...mmmm?" I lift my head up from the couch with some terrible taste in my mouth. A pair of black jeans and a long-sleeved white shirt still hang off the couch. I look to my left, Yuri's naked body is still asleep in her unbuttoned shirt. The digital clock on my dimmed TV screen catches my eye.

"10:37 PM"

"Shit…" The short-term drowsiness wears off as my eyes stretch, "Oh shit! Yuri, Yuri, wake up!"

I shake her body with more urgency than before, and from a combination of that and her initial fatigue wearing off, Yuri's eyes slowly open up.

"Anon…?"

"Yuri, it's 10:37 right now, aren't your parents gonna be pissed if you're out this late?" I know Yuri being out late doesn't directly impact me, but I fear her folks restricting her from coming to my house, or anywhere this distant from her house. How far does she even live again? God, I should know this already, right?

"10:37?..."

"Yeah, didn't you say you couldn't be out this late or-"

Yuri rises up and sits up groggily with a yawn, her eyes still oozing of drowsiness.

"Y...Yeah… Don't worry, Anon." She rests her head on my chest, "Just g-give me a minute to wake up. Everything's just a… bit blurry."

Normally, I would've been absolutely enchanted by her cute demeanour, but then a "Ding!" rung from Yuri's phone over on the coffee table, followed by the phone screen lighting up, revealing, from what I could barely tell, a message.

I rub her head, "Yuri, I think you're getting messages."

She lifts her head up and turns around to sit her legs off the couch.

"Mhmm… S-Sorry for sleeping like this."

"It's alright." I clear my throat, "It was nice, at least… How far do you live again?"

Yuri grabs her phone, "I think… A tw-twenty minute walk?"

"Oh okay, that's not too far-"

Yuri gasps.

"What's wrong?"

Yuri rises from the couch and clumsily walks to the back of it, "I-I need to g-get home quickly! Sorry!"

"Don't worry!" I rise from the eternal invitation of the couch and look around for anything Yuri might be missing.

"Aaahh!" Yuri gasps again, "W-W-Wait, I'm naked! I forgot!"

I look and see that, yeah, she took off the white dress shirt and is completely naked. It's not like I've never seen her naked. It's not like I've never seen her tits completely out and her crotch completely exposed. I do like how her breasts jiggle while she's walking around… Wait, no, this isn't the time for that!

"Y-Yeah! You've got your clothes right there, right?"

"M-Mhm!" She looks around frantically after fitting on her white blouse, "W-Wait where are my panties!?" She nearly trips.

"Uhhhhhhh." I search around before remembering Yuri's panties disappearing before sixty-nine-ing with me... Right, they must be around the couch's front area…

"Here!" I victoriously toss Yuri's black panties towards her. She almost drops them.

"I feel so nauseous…" Yuri slips on her panties and clumsily scoots her jeans up her slender, naked legs. "R-right… I had too much of that wine…" She holds a hand up to her head while looking at the wine bottle with an expression of regret. I hope she at least remembers what we did.

"M-my parents are going to be fuming even more if they find out I took wine with me… G-God…" She leans against the wall parallel to the couch, her hands up to her head. Her voice still has that echo of tipsiness.

Silently, I grab her bag and walk over to her in order to embrace her in my arms tightly, her head over my right shoulder.

"Don't worry so much about it. I'm sure they won't find out, and they might even null this night over."

She clings onto me more, "N-no no, they're strict. The texts I got from them are already resonating with anger... E-Even if I say I fell asleep on accident, th-they'll still be mad because it's a school night… D-Damnit..."

"I'll walk you home at least."

"Ehh…?"

"You're still drunk from that wine, not like you were before, but still not in the best state to walk home."

"O-oh… Right, and we did that on the couch…" She lifts her head to look at me, blushing with a refreshing guilty smile. "But a-aren't you in your pajama pants-"

"I don't care. All I need are my tennis shoes and we're good."

Afterwards, we walk to the front door and I slip on my shoes, as well as my jacket, ready for a long walk in the Autumn night.

We walk out the door and head down the street, our hands joined together. The feeling of Yuri's warm tender and slender hand fluently ties with my right as our fingers lock together with romantic security. Walking in the middle of the night at 11 PM would usually be frightening, and I'm glad Yuri doesn't have to deal with that alone, but having our hands united and our shoulders touching nullifies the oppressive atmosphere of any dark late-night walk.

"S-Sorry the night had to end like this." Yuri's hair grazes my cheek.

"No, no it's fine. I loved tonight. I love any night with you, honestly."

"Because of, what we d-did on the couch, right?"

"Of course!" I turn and smile at her chilled, blushing face, "It might've been… Wilder than I expected, but it's not like I didn't enjoy it."

Yuri giggles, "I'm glad… Hopefully just, my parents won't… Well…"

"I'm sure they won't... Don't worry about it." My hand tightens just a tad bit around her's.

We continue walking down the street for the next few minutes before taking a right turn and going down left at a split path.

Yuri groans and holds her hand against her head, "I… Shouldn't have done that…"

"Hm?"

"T-The drinking, I mean! I shouldn't have, downed that entire bottle… It gave me such an awful headache…"

We stop for a moment as I plant my left hand onto her still-warm forehead.

"Does it feel better if I do this?"

She closes her eyes and pauses before grinning, "A little bit. But, obviously you can't d-do this while walking?"

"Heh, you're right, but I should at least try something."

"No no, it's fine. Being touched by you is so… nice…"

I smile like a dork.

"U-Um I d-don't mean that sexually but-"

An exceptionally cold chill of wind ambushes out of nowhere.

Yuri stumbles backwards as if pushed by the wind, "Sh-Shit- Yikes!" She shivers, "Right, it's cold…"

My gentlemen reflexes kick in as I take off my jacket, "Here."

"R-Really? Aren't you gonna be cold?"

"Eh, you're more important right now." I peck her on the cheek and nudge her to put the jacket on. She does so happily with a warm smile.

After taking a corner around 20 minutes into our walk, a new neighborhood area emerged. It was filled with modern, western-styled houses all each outlined with gates and fences that encompassed pretty gardens. Of course, the gardens looked as if they were sleeping rather than blooming due to the night and the cold of Autumn. Street lights illuminated the neighborhood road with bright, ghostly flares.

"This street would always give me inspirations for new poem ideas…"

"Oh, so this is your neighborhood?"

"Mhm!" Yuri's hand clutches mine a tad tighter, "It's a beautiful area at night, mainly because of the lights and the long straight path. The lights in the windows of the houses are also good aesthetic, though."

"Ahh… So I guess this is where you got the idea for your Ghost poem, right?"

Yuri giggles, "Partially, mainly for the visuals. You know what the other part is for…"

I chuckle. If only this night could never end.

"We could walk at night more, if you want." I sense Yuri glance at me through my peripheral vision. I look back.

"That'd a wonderful idea. I rarely go out at night, mainly because… Well, it is kind of creepy when it's dark and nobody's out."

"So Anon's scared of the dark?" An unfamiliar teasing tone comes out of Yuri's voice.

"Eeeehhhh… Only when I'm alone, okay?"

"Well… Don't worry about that, I'll fix that." The warmth of her smile seems to negate any wind chill that the night throws at us.

"I know you will… I'll do the same…"

A minute passes. A white, two-story house with several lights on appears on our right.

"Oh! Um, this is my house." We stop in front of it and look at each other, hands still joined.

"Oh, so, that means…"

"Mhm." Yuri nods and takes my other hand, "Sorry our walk has to end."

I nervously chuckle, "Don't worry… Like I said, there's always tomorrow, and I'm sure you won't get into any long-term trouble."

"I hope so too, Anon."

I pull Yuri close and hold her by the waist so that our faces are centimeters apart. We lose one another in each other's eyes; I feel Yuri's breath against my mouth as my arms feel her body calmly inhale and exhale. Yuri's arms slide under my arms and around my upper chest at the same time I pull her close.

Our lips lock and we kiss. We kiss as the winds flies by us. We kiss as a street light illuminates us.

Yuri is so wonderful to hold.

A few moments later, we end the kiss and slowly let go of each other.

"I'll be going inside now, it's b-best you go home before it gets colder." Yuri hands me back my jacket.

"Of course… I hope you have a good night!"

"You too." Yuri begins walking towards her front gate, "I love you!"

I blush and wave, "I love you too!"

Reluctantly, I walk away from Yuri's house after making sure she got in begin my chilly journey back home. Thoughts of my girlfriend nullified the mundanity of the walk, however, and I was back into the warmth of my home at 11:30 PM before I knew it.

"Fuck… I'm tired."

Yep, I sure was. Maybe it wasn't just my drowsiness and energy spent from our experience on the couch. Maybe I just wanted to drift into the peaceful realm of sleep where I could keep thinking about my wonderful girlfriend.

Yeah, that's definitely what I wanted to do. Go to sleep, dream of Yuri, wake up, go and see Yuri.

I'm sure it'll be an amazing Friday tomorrow...