EPISODE 6
Nao's pushed you down on the bed?
His kisses are getting more passionate, and his hands are creeping closer to you breasts...
You're not ready for your first time... what can you do?!
(N-Nao...)
He's pressing hot kisses to my lips, cutting off my words.
I'm in his room, and he's pressing me down onto his bed...
Leah : (Mmm...)
We came to Nao's house, racing through a downpour on his bike after the skies opened.
I borrowed a shirt to wear, and we decided to wait in his room while our clothes dried.
I sat next to him while we looked at his yearbook from middle school.
(At first, all we were doing was looking at a yearbook, but now...)
The neckline of the T-shirt he lent me had hung wide open, and when Nao noticed it, he suddenly...
Leah : Ahh...
Nao's mouth moves, kissing the nape of my neck, and I let out a gasp before I can stop.
He seems to take this as encouragement, his kisses growing more and more passionate...
Little jolts of pleasure shoot from my neck, running all the way down my spine.
THUNK...
I arch in response to Nao's kisses, and I hear a dull sound.
Something falls to the floor near my feet.
(...The yearbook fell.)
The yearbook we'd been looking at has slip to the floor.
I can't stop the pounding of my heart, but I feel strangely calm and aware of the room...
The realization surprises me.
Maybe I'm so nervous, every sense so frayed that I'm hypersensitive to any stimulus.
(Nao has't noticed it at all...)
His kisses continue hot on my skin, as if he's forgotten that anything else exists.
He kisses up from my nape, to just below my ear, baking my earlobe between his teeth.
His breath is so hot on my ear...
(H-he's not!)
Nao's hands are pressing against my breasts through the T-shirt...
(N-no, not, not there! What should I do!)
A : Grab his wrists.
B : Block him with my arms.
(...I-I can't do this!)
I grab his wrists, holding tightly.
Nao : ....
Nao breaks away, looking down at me.
Fixed by his heavy, heat-filled gaze, my grip on his wrists goes slack.
(N-no!)
Yelling out inside my head, I bring my hands up again, guarding my chest.
I try to gently push back on Nao's hands....
Nao : ....
Nao breaks away, looking down at me.
He looks at me for a while with that heat-filled gaze, before his soften.
Nao : Are you scared?
He says it in a small voice, and I automatically shake my head.
I'm really not scared...
(I'm not scared, but...)
While I'm still trying to figure out what to say, Nao captures my lips with his...
And once more, his kisses begin to trail elsewhere.
Down to my chin, down my neck, to my ear and back down to my nape again.
(Wha...ah, why? I don't want...)
Nao's hot lips brush the skin above my collarbone.
The hands I stopped so soon before are on my breasts again...
(No...I-I'm not ready...)
Leah : W-wait..
I push Nao back, as hard as I can, and then...
DING DONG!
Nao : .....!!!
Leah : ...?
The doorbell rings with exquisite timing,and Nao and I both freeze where we are.
Threr's a click as the door comes unlocked, and then we hear a voice from the foyer.