by green papaya<\/p>\n\n\n\n
See this piece’s entry on the Shousetsu Bang*Bang wiki.<\/a><\/a><\/p>\n\n\n\n Holly took one last look at herself in the mirror and groaned in despair. She was giving up. There was no point in doing this.\u00a0 The thing was, she liked <\/em>the outfit. She hated to admit it, but Elle had a talent for fashion. She\u2019d taken Holly\u2019s usual style and upgraded it. The blouse\u2019s puffy sleeves, ridiculous as they\u2019d looked on the rack, were just the right amount of girly; and though she was self conscious of her bare midriff, she enjoyed the daring touch it added. The denim skirt and platform heels that Elle had dug through the bargain bin to find completed the whole ensemble. Holly looked cute and <\/em>sexy. She\u2019d even painted her nails with Essie\u2019s Confection Affection. The problem was who <\/em>she wanted to look cute for. Would he notice? Would he care? They\u2019d been just friends for so long that Holly wasn\u2019t sure it would ever change. Her phone buzzed. It was a text message from the person in question: Be careful when you drive over!! It\u2019s Saturday night so there are a lot of drunk drivers on the road. See you soon. <\/em> Holly clutched her phone. Elle was right. Even if tonight ended badly, she would know for once and for all whether her feelings were reciprocated. That was better than the pathetic limbo that she\u2019d been in for years. She texted back a promise to be careful, then grabbed her purse and ran out the door to meet Key. * Holly had met Key when she was a freshman in university and he was a junior. Newly freed from her mom\u2019s overbearing scrutiny, she was eager to start living her life as an out lesbian. Still, it had taken her several weeks to work up the courage to go to the campus\u2019 LGBT Center, and when she walked in the first person she saw was Key. He was sitting at the front desk reading Tipping the Velvet. <\/em>The name badge he wore said, in neat, blocky writing: \u201cKEY. HE\/HIS. Lesbian!!\u201d Holly stared. She\u2019d never seen someone who was so obviously butch. He had a sensible crew cut and horn-rimmed glasses. A denim jacket hung over the back of his chair, and when he stood up and walked around the desk, Holly saw that he was wearing steel-toed boots. Most strikingly of all, he was Asian, just like her. His brown eyes crinkled as he smiled and said, \u201cHi, welcome to the LGBT Center. I\u2019m Key. Make yourself at home. The printers are over there and the library\u2019s through that door. Do you want some water? It\u2019s really hot outside.\u201d \u201cUm, hi,\u201d Holly said. \u201cI\u2019m Holly. I\u2019m a lesbian.\u201d She wanted to slap herself. What was she doing, introducing herself as a contestant on a reality TV show? Key\u2019s smile remained firmly in place. \u201cOh. Me too!\u201d He pointed to the name badge. \u201cIt\u2019s really nice to meet you, Holly. How about that water?\u201d She accepted a plastic cup from him and sat on the sofa, leafing through a lesbian lifestyle magazine without really taking in any of the words or pictures. She kept glancing up at Key, who had gone back to his book. He occasionally stopped to greet other people who walked into the Center, or to scribble something in a Moleskine notebook. Holly wondered if it was notes for a school assignment or ideas for his own novel. Whatever it was, it made him look very responsible, unlike Holly, who still hadn\u2019t figured out how to motivate herself to write her essays until the night before. After fifteen minutes, she devised a plan to start a proper conversation with Key. She walked up to his desk and took a deep breath before saying, \u201cI actually had a question.\u201d Key looked up immediately and put his whole focus on her. \u201cSure, what is it?\u201d Usually, when people looked at her so directly, it was to say something mean or critical: her mom telling her she needed to lose weight, her teachers explaining that no, she didn\u2019t need to voice her every single opinion in the class, her classmates asking her snide questions that implied they already knew she was a lesbian. Key\u2019s gaze wasn\u2019t anything like that. It was kind and attentive, like he really wanted to help her with whatever she needed. It warmed Holly up like a piping hot latte from the university coffee shop. She said, \u201cI was wondering if you had any recommendations for the books in the library. I\u2019m interested in reading more LGBTQ literature, but I don\u2019t know where to start.\u201d \u201cYou\u2019ve come to the right person. I think I\u2019ve read every book in there. What kind of books do you like?\u201d The warm feeling remained, but Holly didn\u2019t know how to keep it going. She hadn\u2019t thought this out very well. \u201cUm. Just\u2026anything with lesbians?\u201d Key\u2019s eyes crinkled again. \u201cOkay, you\u2019re going to have to be a little more specific here. Do you like fantasy? Sci fi? Or maybe nonfiction?\u201d \u201cUh\u2026\u201d Truthfully, Holly didn\u2019t like to read. It always seemed nice in theory, but whenever she picked up a book she found herself getting bored before the first chapter even ended. She tried to think of the TV shows she watched whenever she was procrastinating on homework. What kind of genre did shows like Nikita <\/em>and Luther <\/em>fall into? \u201cThriller?\u201d Key hummed. \u201cI spoke too soon. I can\u2019t think of any thrillers off the top of my head.\u201d Holly waved her hands. \u201cDon\u2019t feel on the spot or anything. I just wanted to ask.\u201d \u201cIt\u2019s okay! I like a challenge. How about you come back tomorrow and I\u2019ll have some titles for you? Or feel free to browse through the library and see what catches your eye.\u201d \u201cOh, yeah, that sounds good.\u201d Holly tried to think of some way to extend the conversation. Her eyes fell on the book he was reading, and she was about to ask him about it when another girl walked into the Center and said, \u201cGuess who\u2019s here to see you!\u201d She was a little older than Holly, and glamorous in a way that made Holly both envious and admiring. Pink, jeweled cat-eye sunglasses perched effortlessly on top of her curled hair, which had gleaming reddish brown highlights to complement the natural black. Despite the rolling hills that their campus sat on, she wore open-toed boots with heels that gave her a good three inches. Holly fell in love with her blouse, which had a sweeping V-neck and an adorable peplum waist. She wondered if she could ask her where she\u2019d gotten it, but the girl blew right past her and threw her arms around Key. \u201cHi, Elle,\u201d Key said, tilting his face up to receive the long, deep kiss she bestowed on him. There was a little more tongue than Holly thought was strictly necessary. All of a sudden, she felt like she was intruding. When they pulled apart, Key\u2019s face a deep pink, Elle finally looked over at Holly and said, \u201cOh, hi. I hope I didn\u2019t interrupt anything.\u201d The way she said it, it sounded more like she really did hope she\u2019d interrupted something. Key cleared his throat. \u201cUh, Elle, this is Holly. Holly, this is Elle, my girlfriend.\u201d \u201cI gathered,\u201d Holly said. It wasn\u2019t the most polite response, but Elle was clearly marking her territory. \u201cI\u2019ll give you two some privacy.\u201d \u201cYou can stay as long as you like. This is a public space,\u201d Key said. He frowned at Elle, who pouted a little. Still, her posture relaxed into something less defensive and she stroked Key\u2019s hair in a way that was all soft affection. \u201cOkay, okay. I\u2019m sorry about being a bitch. I know you\u2019re just being your usual self and welcoming the baby gays.\u201d She extended a hand to Holly. \u201cTruce?\u201d Holly had to admit that she admired Elle\u2019s forwardness. She took her hand and said, \u201cTruce.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n When they\u2019d shaken hands, Elle looked back down at Key and said, \u201cAnyway, guess what? I brought lunch for you! You totally forgot to bring anything to eat, huh?\u201d Key scratched his chin, sheepish. \u201cHow\u2019d you know?\u201d \u201cBecause I\u2019ve been dating you for two years and you\u2019ve only remembered to bring your lunch to work like, five times.\u201d She looked at Holly. \u201cHe has a planner where he writes down every single thing except when to eat his meals. Can you believe? Anyway, I didn\u2019t bring anything fancy, but it\u2019s a lot of food. Want to eat with us?\u201d She held up the plastic bag of Tiger Express takeout in her hand. Holly tried to read some malicious intent into her invitation, but Elle\u2019s expression was open. It seemed like she just wanted to make up for her earlier aggression, and Holly was hungry, so she said, \u201cIf that\u2019s okay. I don\u2019t want you to have to give up your food.\u201d \u201cOh, no worries. I always buy enough for five people. It\u2019s a habit I got from my parents. You know how Asian parents are.\u201d They sat down together on the sofas and dug into the rice, bulgogi, dak galbi, japchae, and twice-fried chicken wings. The food was greasy and a little too sweet, but that was exactly what Holly needed after weeks of the university\u2019s bland dining hall food. She watched Key and Elle, the latter of whom had softened up even more after finding out that Holly was also Vietnamese, and marveled at how easily they talked about things like what female celebrities they liked and whether the current gay storyline in a TV show was really that progressive. They asked Holly for her opinions too, and little by little she began to feel like this was the kind of place where she\u2019d always belonged. Even if she was a little disappointed that Key was taken, it was okay. She hadn\u2019t gained a girlfriend, but she\u2019d made two whole friends, and it made her feel a little less lonely than she\u2019d started out that day. * Key lived in the suburbs right outside Los Angeles, close to the high school where he taught English literature. The rent there was slightly more affordable than downtown L.A., where Holly lived, so as a result he had a studio apartment all to himself. It was why they met there every Saturday night for their weekly dinners. They had the whole space to themselves; Key\u2019s only roommate was his Jack Russell terrier mix, Oates. The weekly dinners had started shortly after Elle and Key broke up for the last time, while Elle was at Harvard Law School and Key was getting his teaching accreditation. It had been a strangely quiet and polite breakup. \u201cWe both saw it coming a mile away,\u201d Key told Holly over the phone. \u201cWe\u2019ve never been that compatible, and now that she\u2019s all the way on the East Coast for school, it seemed like a good time to be honest about where we wanted this relationship to go.\u201d \u201cLet\u2019s be real: I\u2019m too much for him to handle,\u201d Elle said during a video chat. \u201cI think he just stayed with me because he needs someone he can dote on and I liked the attention. It\u2019s okay, though. I think we\u2019re going to be better friends than we were girlfriends.\u201d They did end up staying friends, which Holly was relieved about. But she could tell that Key was lonely, so she\u2019d invited him to go to dinner with her one night. They went to a newly-opened Asian fusion place in West L.A. that ended up being mediocre, and Key declared he could do better. He\u2019d said, \u201cCome over to my place next weekend and I\u2019ll make us something really delicious.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Holly had, and ever since then, she\u2019d gone over to his place on most Saturday nights. Elle joined them when she moved back to LA\u2014\u201cThe East Coast sucks<\/em>, and I missed Out N\u2019 In.\u201d\u2014but her job at a family and estate planning law firm kept her busy even on weekends, so her presence was sporadic. By some freak stroke of fate, however, she\u2019d ended up renting an apartment in the same building as Holly, so Key always gave Holly tupperware full of food for her. Holly grabbed last week\u2019s tupperware, now empty and clean, from the back of her car after she parked, along with the book that she\u2019d promised to lend to Key. It was a space opera about a young princess determined to free her planet from imperialist forces and the smuggler who helped after discovering her as a stowaway on her ship. Holly liked that the princess and the smuggler were both butch; it was a nice touch. Key buzzed her in, and unlike other times, she dragged her feet as she crossed the courtyard with its plethora of flowering bushes and a fountain much too big for the cramped space. She felt self conscious showing up in an outfit that was obviously for a date. What if Key asked her about it? Would it feel like she\u2019d just sprung this on him out of nowhere? But when he opened the door, he just took her outfit in with one look and said, \u201cThe blouse is cute. The sleeves add a nice touch.\u201d He looked as he always did on these occasions: casual and handsome in chino shorts and a black polo, smiling in the same open way he had when she\u2019d first met him. His hair was a little fuzzy in the back because he hadn\u2019t had time to shave it for a few weeks and there were bags under his eyes, but he still took the bag of tupperware from her and made her sit down instead of helping him get the rest of dinner ready. \u201cYou brought the book!\u201d he exclaimed, taking that from her as well. \u201cPerfect. I finished mine last night. Want to trade?\u201d \u201cSure,\u201d Holly said. She sat at the table, an overeager Oates dancing at her feet, and tried to sort through her conflicting feelings. On the one hand, she was relieved because Key hadn\u2019t made a big deal out of the fact that she\u2019d suddenly dressed up for such a casual hangout. On the other hand, she was a little miffed. Was he so uninterested in her that the outfit change didn\u2019t even register as something significant? \u201cHow\u2019s work been?\u201d Key asked as he stood at the sink rinsing noodles. Holly grimaced, thinking about the conversation she\u2019d had with her boss earlier that day. \u201cIt\u2019s okay. You know how the museum is doing that exhibit on Asian American comics creators? I told Renee that it\u2019s really straight and male, and she was like, \u2018Oh Holly, I\u2019d love to include women and LGBTQ artists but there just aren\u2019t that many!\u2019 Like I didn\u2019t give her an entire list back when we first started planning this!\u201d \u201cWhat the hell? You mean she just ignored it?\u201d \u201cI brought up the list again, but then it was, \u2018Well it\u2019s too late now, maybe we can do something special for Pride Month.\u2019\u201d Holly rolled her eyes. \u201cLike we\u2019re not going to just put up a rainbow flag at the front desk and have a little sign talking about how proud we are to be allies like we did last year.\u201d \u201cThat sucks. It kind of seems like you\u2019re always having the same problems with Renee.\u201d \u201cWell, that\u2019s because I am. If I found a better paying job I\u2019d leave, but it\u2019s probably going to be more of the same, you know?\u201d Key sighed. \u201cDon\u2019t I know it.\u201d Holly wondered whether something had happened at his job, too. Sometimes he talked about how he regretted his decision to not tell the students and other teachers about his pronouns, or how certain staff members always delicately avoided saying words like \u201clesbian\u201d or \u201cgirlfriend\u201d when they talked to him, but he didn\u2019t like to dwell on it for long. He was secretive and self conscious about his own feelings, stubborn about upholding the image others held of him, and Holly decided that she wouldn\u2019t stand for that tonight. \u201cYou can complain to me too, you know,\u201d she said. \u201cI want to listen to your woes. I\u2019m sure you have a lot.\u201d He looked startled. \u201cWhy did you say that all of a sudden?\u201d \u201cBecause! You\u2019re always asking me how I am, and you listen even if it\u2019s just a lot of whining, but if it\u2019s about yourself you always try to be all reasoned and mature. It\u2019s okay to not be sometimes.\u201d He was quiet as he plated food and brought it to the table. Holly could tell that he was thinking hard\u2014she\u2019d learned that he often did, and that his Moleskine notebooks were full of his thoughts and feelings about every topic under the sun. What convoluted thought process he went through, she wasn\u2019t sure, but the end result was that he said, \u201cYou\u2019re sweet. I guess I\u2019m just bad at talking about my own problems.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s why I\u2019m here to make you.\u201d He laughed and ruffled her hair. \u201cYou\u2019ve gotten really bossy, haven\u2019t you?\u201d She scowled, batting his hand away. \u201cExcuse you, I\u2019ve always <\/em>been bossy. Maybe you just never noticed. Now tell me what\u2019s bothering you!\u201d \u201cOkay, okay. You sure you\u2019re ready for this? So there\u2019s this new teacher at school\u2026\u201d Holly dug into her soba noodle salad and chicken katsu as Key told her about Catherine, the new U.S. History teacher, and how she\u2019d somehow latched onto the idea that Key was flirting with her. \u201cI just ask her how her day\u2019s been\u2014like I do with everyone else<\/em>\u2014and sometimes I\u2019ll tell her I like her blouse or eyeshadow or whatever\u2014like I do with everyone else<\/em>\u2014and now she keeps saying I\u2019m her work wife! She even told Jessica that she thinks I have a crush on her.\u201d He shuddered. \u201cHonestly. Just because she\u2019s having issues with her husband and craves attention doesn\u2019t mean that anyone giving it to her <\/em>is actually<\/em> interested <\/em>in her.\u201d Holly burst out laughing. \u201cKey, what the hell. That was kind of mean to say, even if she\u2019s being inappropriate.\u201d He smiled sheepishly and shrugged. \u201cI\u2019m just saying!\u201d \u201cI didn\u2019t say you being mean is a bad thing. I like getting to see the side of you that isn\u2019t always perfect.\u201d His smile turned pleased. \u201cYeah? That makes me happy.\u201d He busied himself cutting his katsu into bite-sized pieces, like he needed to buy himself some time, and Holly\u2019s heavy heart lifted. Seeing this side of him was a victory, even if it was small. She found new resolve to tell him about her feelings tonight\u2014and she had an inkling that it might end better than she\u2019d led herself herself to believe it would. * After dinner, Holly insisted on doing the dishes. Key sat on the sofa with Oates and chatted with her about the latest episode of Enthusiasm <\/em>and the book that she\u2019d finished reading. When Holly put the last dish on the drying rack, he asked, \u201cDo you need to leave soon? Because I was thinking that we could walk Oates together.\u201d His words came out bunched together, like he was rushing through them. Holly blinked. She didn\u2019t think she\u2019d ever seen him nervous. It was cute, and it made her heart beat faster when she considered what could have brought this on. Was she not the only one with something on her mind tonight? \u201cSure,\u201d she said as casually as she could. \u201cI don\u2019t need to get up early tomorrow, and I could use some fresh air.\u201d \u201cGreat. Do you want to borrow a pair of my sneakers?\u201d Holly glanced at the narrow entrance hall, where her cute but very impractical heels were lined up neatly on the shoe rack next to Key\u2019s sneakers and steel-toed boots. \u201cThat would be a good idea, wouldn\u2019t it?\u201d Oates danced around them as they got ready, and Key scolded her half-heartedly before hugging her to him and declaring her the cutest dog in the world. \u201cThis is why she\u2019s spoiled,\u201d Holly said as Oates dragged Key out the door. \u201cYou can never stay mad at her.\u201d \u201cI can\u2019t help it! She\u2019s got those big, melting eyes. Tell me you can resist them.\u201d Holly rolled her eyes. \u201cI think you\u2019re just soft.\u201d \u201cNothing wrong with that.\u201d He looked relaxed and at ease in the warm summer night. Talking about his troubles at school seemed to have lifted the perpetual slump of his shoulders, at least for now. Though he was often withdrawn to the point of isolating the people around him, Holly knew that at its heart his reticence was about a desire to shield the tenderness that he refused to let go of. She loved him for that. They passed by a house where a lime tree overhung the garden walls. Fairy lights threaded through its branches and leaves; the arching wood and soft yellow light created an impromptu bubble of wonder, separate from the rest of the neighborhood. Holly stopped there and said, \u201cKey, I need to tell you something.\u201d He turned around, tugging Oates back to him. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d However this ended, Holly knew that this was the right moment to tell him. She didn\u2019t want to hide her feelings any longer. \u201cI\u2019m in love with you. I have been for a long time, but you were dating Elle and then I was dating other people and\u2014well, it doesn\u2019t matter. The point is that I want to be with you, as your girlfriend. If you want.\u201d In the end, she couldn\u2019t keep up the bravado. She stood there with her heart laid bare, waiting for the words that she\u2019d wanted to hear for years. Of all the reactions that she\u2019d expected or hoped for, it was not for Key to turn so red that she could see the color even in the dim lighting. Oates whined and tugged on her leash to no avail. Key stood there and stared at Holly, his eyes wide and his own heart plain to read on his face. \u201cOh my god,\u201d Holly breathed. \u201cDo you feel the same way?\u201d \u201cI\u2014well\u2014\u201d Key cleared his throat and glanced up at the lime tree. His face was still red. It was strange and adorable at the same time. \u201cI guess it\u2019s better to just say it directly. Yes, I do.\u201d He looked back at Holly, and though he still looked flustered, there was his old familiar smile. \u201cI feel kind of silly now for not telling you sooner. Or rather, I feel cowardly. This must have been on your mind for a long time, and it didn\u2019t have to be. I\u2019m sorry.\u201d Holly\u2019s heart was beating unbelievably fast. It was her turn to be rooted in place as Key came closer to her. She couldn\u2019t quite believe that this was happening, but Key\u2019s hand was very real and warm as he placed it on her cheek and asked, \u201cHolly, are you all right? You look frozen all of a sudden.\u201d Holly felt like she was eighteen and meeting Key for the first time all over again, so of course the first thing that came out of her mouth was, \u201cHoly shit, how long have you felt this way? Have we just been wasting all this time?\u201d He laughed. \u201cWow, way to rub it in.\u201d \u201cI was just wondering!\u201d \u201cI know, I know.\u201d He hummed, his hand still warm on her cheek. \u201cI guess it was after my breakup with Elle. I always thought you were funny and smart, but when we started to spend more time together, my feelings started changing into something different than before. \u201cYou were the person I wanted to see the most. If I was sad, it was because seeing you would cheer me up; if I was happy, it was because I wanted to share it with you. I wanted to be that person for you, too, but you were dating other people, and even when you weren\u2019t I was scared of our relationship changing. Then you showed up tonight looking really cute, like it was for a date, and I thought\u2026\u201d His blush resurfaced. \u201cBut then I thought it was kind of presumptuous of me to assume that.\u201d Holly wondered how she hadn\u2019t noticed the way he stared at her until now, shy and appreciative and adoring at the same time. It made her stomach swoop and her own face warm up. \u201cYou\u2019re really cute, you know that? Will you tell me you love me? I want to hear the words.\u201d He licked his lips. He had such full lips, always pink and a little dry. There was only certainty in his voice now as he said, \u201cI love you, Holly. I\u2019m in love with you.\u201d Everything inside Holly warmed up. She put her hand over Key\u2019s and leaned up to kiss him. She savored every detail, from the way his lips were chapped to the faint taste of cherry lip balm. She was so caught up in the headiness of it all that she didn\u2019t care who saw them kissing like desperate teenagers in the middle of the sidewalk, but when Key started running his hands up and down her bare arms hungrily, like he was searching for something more, she pulled apart and said, \u201cI think we should take this inside.\u201d \u201cOh. Yes. Definitely.\u201d \u201cAnd we need to do something about Oates.\u201d She looked down at the Jack Russell Terrier, who was sitting and staring sulkily out into the street. \u201cShe can go in the bathroom.\u201d \u201cPoor Oates.\u201d \u201cHmm, yes, but lucky me.\u201d \u201cWow, was that you being a pervert?\u201d \u201cI\u2019m not accepting any criticisms right now,\u201d Key said, and took her hand in his. They walked back to his apartment like that, hands clasped tightly together and excitement thrumming in the air between them. * Holly had seen Key\u2019s bed many times before, tucked into the corner of his studio and always neatly made. She was familiar with the sea-green bedsheets, the deep blue pillowcases, and the black-and-white-plaid fleece blanket that he kept folded at the foot of the bed even during the summer. She\u2019d never had occasion to use it though, so everything felt brand new as she lay down on her back in nothing but her bra and panties. \u201cThese are cute,\u201d Key said, running his hands over the pink lace. He hadn\u2019t stopped staring ever since Holly unbuttoned her blouse. It embarrassed her at the same time that it gave her a significant confidence boost. \u201cI wasn\u2019t planning on having sex tonight, if that\u2019s what you\u2019re wondering. I mean, I want to now! But mostly I just wore these to feel pretty.\u201d Key chuckled and planted his hands on either side of her head, leaning down to kiss her neck. \u201cYou\u2019re always pretty.\u201d Holly shivered. Key\u2019s rough lips felt good against her sensitive skin, and she could smell a hint of the oud and bergamot cologne he always wore. He didn\u2019t put it on for their dinners, but it always clung to him like it had sunk into his very skin. She\u2019d always liked it. It was masculine and mature, and in that moment, as he kissed down her neck and the column of her throat, it was also incredibly sexy. Key licked the juncture between her neck and shoulder, and his hand came up to squeeze one of her breasts. Holly gasped, heat shooting right down to her cunt. \u201cIs this okay?\u201d he asked, looking up at her. \u201cY-Yes. Just. How exactly do you want to do this?\u201d \u201cWell, I\u2019d like to touch you and make you feel good, and then, if you\u2019re okay with it, I want to fuck you with my cock.\u201d \u201cOh god,\u201d Holly moaned. His touch remained gentle and his expression open, but there was a definite hunger in his words. She wanted to feel that hunger on her body. \u201cYes! I want it. I want it so badly, Key.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d He went back to squeezing her breasts, more insistent now. Holly felt hot all over. She couldn\u2019t believe that Key\u2014polite, mild-mannered Key\u2014was bouncing her tits in his hands and saying that he wanted to fuck her with his cock. She knew, in a hypothetical kind of way, that he had sex, but somehow she\u2019d expected him to be shy in bed. She decided she liked the reality much better. She liked the way he stared at her breasts and licked his lips. She liked the ease with which he unhooked her bra. She liked how he moaned when he slipped the bra off, and how he immediately lowered his head to suck on her nipples. Most of all, she liked how he would stop often to ask her if she felt good, if she wanted to keep going, or if she wanted him to do something different. \u201cThis is perfect,\u201d she sighed, head falling back on the pillows as he flicked his tongue over her hardened nipple. She carded her fingers through his hair and pushed his head down more, encouraging him to rub his face against her tits. When he took her nipple back into his mouth and sucked, she cried out, her cunt aching. \u201cKey, Key, please\u2014I want to be fucked now.\u201d He pulled off and kneeled between her legs. Her panties soon joined her bra on the floor, and she blushed furiously when he spread her legs apart and stared at her cunt. \u201cYou\u2019re really wet,\u201d he said, voice awed. \u201cOf course I am! You made me feel good.\u201d He ran his finger up her slit and she cried out. \u201cLet me get you off first. It\u2019ll be easier\u2014\u201d \u201cI want it now. Please.\u201d She spread her legs wider and made her eyes pleading. The intense want that struck his face gratified her. \u201cYou can play with my clit a little, but I want to come while you\u2019re inside me.\u201d \u201cFuck, Holly\u2014okay. Whatever you want.\u201d He rubbed her clit, and Holly did her best to guide him so he could find the spot that worked best for her, but her words were punctuated by little moans and sighs as the ache in her cunt built. Key didn\u2019t seem to have any difficulty on his own, though. He found the spot and worked it until Holly\u2019s clit was swollen and the sheets beneath her were damp with cum. It felt so good, but Holly was still on edge, still wanting. She grabbed Key\u2019s wrist and said, \u201cI want you inside me. Now.\u201d Key didn\u2019t protest this time. \u201cOkay,\u201d he said, and got off the bed. It was Holly\u2019s turn to stare as he undressed. He took off his polo first, leaving on the undershirt beneath, and Holly could see how his nipples were peaked through the thin white cotton. The shorts and boxers went next. His pubic hair was dark and curly, already damp with cum. Holly wondered what he would taste like if she went down on him. She sat up so she could watch him walk over to his dresser. It felt good to know that she would be taken care of. All she had to do was wait and let her anticipation build up until she could barely stop herself from humping the mattress to get some friction against her aching pussy. When Key came back to the bed, he was wearing a boxer harness and holding a dildo, bullet vibrator, and a small bottle of lube. He sat on the bed next to her and asked, \u201cIs this size okay with you?\u201d Holly couldn\u2019t help giggling. She felt giddy to be sharing a moment like this with Key, and to be at the center of his attention. \u201cAre you telling me you have a lot of different dildos?\u201d For the first time since they\u2019d started having sex, Key flushed. \u201cWell, yes. I don\u2019t think it\u2019s that weird? It\u2019s for different needs.\u201d She kissed his cheek. \u201cI don\u2019t think it\u2019s weird. I was just teasing you a little. And this size is okay. It\u2019s perfect.\u201d She stroked the dildo. It was about the length and girth of dildos that her previous partners had used with her, and the tip was slightly bulbous. She grasped the dildo and squeezed; the heft of it felt good against her hands. \u201cFuck,\u201d Key breathed. \u201cCan you touch it like that after I put it on?\u201d Holly moaned. \u201cOh, yes. Please.\u201d She helped him fit the dildo into the O-ring. She didn\u2019t think he really needed the assistance, but if his rapt stare was any indication, he enjoyed it. She enjoyed it, too. There was an intimacy in helping each other get ready that was as intense as the moment of having sex, so she took her time as she poured the lube into her hands and started stroking his cock. \u201cKey,\u201d she groaned. \u201cFuck, Key. You look so good with your cock out like this.\u201d He really did. With only his undershirt and the boxer harness on, his hair rumpled and the dildo jutting out from his pelvis, he looked messy and every bit as eager as she felt. Holly jerked him off, drinking in the sounds he made. He\u2019d slipped the bullet vibrator into a hidden pouch above the O-ring, and Holly could hear it buzzing away as Key\u2019s eyes glazed over and his mouth grew slack. \u201cYour cock is so big and hard,\u201d she said, thumb rubbing over the tip. She wanted to watch him like this forever, but she also wanted her own pleasure. \u201cWill you fuck me with it now, please?\u201d \u201cI\u2019ll do whatever you want.\u201d He lowered her onto her back gently and lifted her legs, encouraging her to wrap them around his waist. \u201cThis is okay, right? I want to see your face.\u201d Holly squeezed her thighs around him and yanked him down for a kiss. \u201cYes. I want to see yours, too, when you\u2019re pounding my cunt.\u201d \u201cDirty,\u201d Key murmured, but he kissed her with open-mouthed hunger and guided the tip of his cock to her cunt. Holly cried out as he started pushing inside. The lube and cum had prepared her well, so it didn\u2019t hurt, but there was still a dull, pleasurable burn as Key\u2019s cock stretched her open and filled her up. \u201cKey, Key, Key,\u201d she panted, clutching at his shoulders. \u201cFuck!\u201d He started out slowly, burying the length of his cock inside her and waiting for her to adjust before pulling out and thrusting back in, harder this time. Holly\u2019s mouth fell open and she clung onto Key, unable to do anything except let the white hot pleasure wash over her. Even though she wasn\u2019t conscious of trying to say anything, she could hear her own voice whimpering Key\u2019s name. He kissed her forehead. His grip on her waist was warm, his hips thrusting in a steady rhythm that left her cunt aching\u2014not with the same emptiness that she\u2019d felt before, but with the satisfaction of being filled up. And it was Key who was doing that for her, Key whom she had always loved. Holly sobbed, and Key held her close, kissing her forehead as her orgasm overtook her in a wave. He held her as she came down, too. He pulled out carefully and took the harness off, then lay down next to her, holding his arms out for her to lay down in. She listened to his heartbeat and slowed her breathing down to match its rhythm. When she\u2019d caught her breath a little, she asked, \u201cDo you want me to touch you, too?\u201d \u201cMm, no. I\u2019m okay. It felt good enough to take care of you.\u201d Holly frowned. \u201cAre you sure?\u201d It felt almost unfair to not reciprocate when he\u2019d made her feel so good. But Key smiled, affectionate and adoring. \u201cReally sure. I want you to touch me too, sometime. But right now I just want to lie here with you.\u201d Holly couldn\u2019t really argue with the appeal in that proposition. She closed her eyes and lay there, content to wait for the future that he\u2019d promised. * \u201cNo,\u201d Holly said. \u201cAbsolutely not. You already have ten different types of cookies in the basket.\u201d Key\u2019s shoulders slumped. \u201cCome on. Just one more. I\u2019m going through a difficult time right now.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s what you said last <\/em>time and then you regretted it and told me not to let you do it again! So here I am, not letting you do it again.\u201d Holly crossed her arms and frowned at Key until he put the bag of cookies back on the shelf. It was 11 PM on a Friday night and they were at Objectives, the local all-purpose retail store, because Key was overwhelmed by the amount of papers he had to grade and needed to console himself with snacks. Apparently, this was something that he did often, judging by the amount of mostly-eaten bags of cookies that Holly had found when she rummaged through his drawers. As they walked to the self check-out with a basket full of Key\u2019s cookies, he said, \u201cYou know, I kind of miss the time when you thought I was infallible.\u201d \u201cYou mean you miss the time when I let you do whatever you want!\u201d He grinned. \u201cMaybe.\u201d \u201cThis is just payback for all the times you bossed me <\/em>around. Remember when you froze my credit cards?\u201d \u201cOkay, first of all, you agreed to it. Second of all, it improved your credit score, didn\u2019t it? What is it now, 745?\u201d \u201cYes,\u201d Holly said mournfully. \u201cBut I miss them so much.\u201d \u201cWe can unthaw both of our credit cards when we get over 750.\u201d She perked up. \u201cReally?\u201d \u201cYeah. It\u2019s a promise.\u201d Holly watched Key carefully as he scanned the cookies to make sure that he hadn\u2019t slipped any extra in when she wasn\u2019t looking. Instead of extra cookies, however, he pulled out several tubes of lipstick that she\u2019d been admiring earlier. \u201cWait, what\u2019s that for?\u201d she exclaimed. \u201cYou, obviously,\u201d he said, paying for everything. He handed her the lipstick while she was still gaping. Holly sputtered, but Key just grabbed her hand and started walking out of the store. \u201cWhy?\u201d she finally managed. He smiled at her. \u201cBecause you were looking at them so longingly, and I couldn\u2019t help it. I wanted to get my girlfriend something nice.\u201d At that, warmth bubbled up in Holly\u2019s chest. His girlfriend. It was still startling to hear that, like the first burst of sourness from a tamarind candy before it mellowed into something sweeter. She clasped Key\u2019s hand tightly as they walked back to his car, and he leaned down to kiss her forehead. \u201cDo you want to stay over tonight?\u201d \u201cOnly if you\u2019re going to actually grade the papers.\u201d \u201cI will, I will. You can keep me on track.\u201d \u201cOkay then. And maybe tomorrow morning we can get breakfast at Dani\u2019s Diner!\u201d \u201cOf course we can.\u201d He kissed her again, this time on the mouth. The roughness of his lips was becoming as familiar and dear as the other bits of him that Holly had known for so long\u2014she held onto the feeling of it as they drove off together, into the dark blue of the night.
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