Haruki (Haruki Arima Book 1)

by Laine Watson

  It’s Monday after school and Darby is at my house. We are studying for our finals. I sit at the head of my bed and Darby on the other side.

  “I don’t understand this at all,” I complain. “This is ridiculous. I’m never going to use calculus in my life. I wish I would have just continued it in the Junior Entrepreneur Program. Then I wouldn’t have had to take it now. Why am I taking it? I don’t even know if math stuff is going to be a part of my career.”

  “There is something mathematical in every career. Quit complaining and study.”

  “What are you studying?”

  “Gods and stuff. Mythology.”

  “What’s your major again?”

  “History, idiot. Why else would I care about old ass people and shit that probably didn’t happen?”

  “Oh!” I laugh.

  Darby and I continue to study. She smiles while she reads and takes notes.

  I continue to complain in my head and veer off into different trains of thought. I’m going to Haru’s house tomorrow. I’ll ask him to help me study, or I can use it as an excuse to go over there tonight.

  “Summer!” my mother calls from somewhere in the house.

  “My mom’s home,” I say, getting up and opening my bedroom door. “We’re up here in my room,” I yell back to her.

  “Come here!” she says.

  “I’ll be back.” I leave the room and stomp into kitchen. “What?”

  “So, your major?”

  “Oh, um…”

  “Summer, it’s the end of the semester. You’re just throwing my money away.”

  “I’m not failing.”

  “True enough, but you don’t have a solid major. The classes you’re taking may not even be remotely connected to whatever major you eventually choose—because you sure are taking your time with my money.”

  “Mom, I’m going to choose one.”

  “You’d better, because if you don’t, I’m going to choose it for you.”

  “Whatever…” I say, cocking my hip to the left and folding my arms.

  “Don’t whatever me. I’m so tired of you acting like you deserve everything. You’ve worked for nothing, yet you enjoy the luxuries of my efforts. I was never like you. I’d never let someone just shell out money on my lazy ass, when I’m able bodied. You have no responsibility.”

  “I’m just trying to figure out what I want to do.”

  “Yeah, while you waste my money pretending to go to college.”

  “I go to school. What are you talking about?”

  “Summer!” My mother turns to me with an attitude. “I don’t know where you get this entitled shit, like you are just supposed to have a car and a phone, and be doing whatever you want to do on someone else’s time clock. You better get it together.”

  “Mom, fine. Take the car and my phone. I don’t know what I did to you for you to just…” Tears well in my eyes.

  “Summer, I’m not saying this to make you cry. I’m saying this to make you think about your future. I’m not threatening you. I’m calling you to action. Even if you are working toward something, you need to do it faster. Life is just slipping away, and my money isn’t trash. I work hard so you can have a good life, but you need to be working just as hard.”

  “I am! I’m trying; it’s hard. I don’t—I don’t know what I want.”

  “Then you’d better figure it out,” my mother says, “and stop crying. Sit down. You want something to drink?”

  I sniffle. I want to go to Haru’s. “Yeah.”

  My mother pours two glasses of sparkling juice: one for me and one for her. She sets mine down on the table and sits across from me, sipping on hers.

  “So, Darby’s over here?” she asks.

  “Yeah, we’re studying for finals.”

  “You’re still keeping Max?”

  “Sometimes.”

  “You saving your money up?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” She takes another sip. “Still planning on moving to the dorms next semester?”

  “I don’t know. Probably not.”

  “I knew it.” She pounds her fists on the table.

  “No, not like that. I don’t want to move anymore.”

  My mom sighs. “Why?”

  “Mom, I’m not ready.”

  “When are you going to be ready for anything? To be an adult? To pay your own bills? You’ll be twenty-three in March. You don’t want to wake up thirty-years-old one day and feel like you’ve wasted your life.” She pauses, staring at me. “Figure out what you’re going to do after this next semester, and stick to it, you hear me?”

  “Yeah.”

  She sips some more. “Oh, you know Mr. Arima came by to make a payment the today.”

  “Oh, did he?” I ask tensely.

  “He did. That man sure is fine. The more I see him, the less and less of a complete idiot he is.”

  I gulp.

  “All that hair and those eyes. He is a beautiful man.”

  “Mom, I’m going to go back upstairs and study,” I say awkwardly, having trouble looking at her.

  “Oh, all right,” she says. I think I detect a bit of mockery in her facial expression, but I can’t be sure.

  “I made dinner. It’s in the oven.”

  “Okay—and think about what I said. You got about five more months to make your own decision, then I’m making it for you.”

  “Okay.” I head up the stairs to my room. I hate when she’s right about stuff! I don’t want Haru to think I’m a loser like my mom does.

  I open the door to find Darby playing on her phone. “You’re not studying.”

  “I’m bored. Want to go get a snack?”

  “Nah, I think I’m going to study some more, and then go to sleep.”

  “Okay then.” She locks her phone and places it in her back pocket. She hops up and walks toward the door. “So…”

  “All right then, I’ll see you later. I have to pee. Bye.” I push her out of the door. Then, I hurry down the hall to the bathroom and slam the door. I rest my back against it and chant, Please leave. Please leave. Don’t come down here and ask me anything about Haru, in my head.

  After about five minutes, I flush the toilet, wash my hands slowly, dry them, and open the door just as slowly. Peeking around the corner to see if Darby is gone, I call out loud enough to be heard throughout the house “Darby?”

  “She’s gone!” my mother answers.

  Yes!” I step out of the bathroom and skip back to my room. I grab my phone and call Haru.

  “Hello, princess,” Haru answers.

  I smile immediately. “Hey, um … so finals are coming up. I’m having trouble focusing. You think you can help me?”

  “You mean tutor you? Are you going to flash me again?”

  “Haru!”

  “Please?”

  “Shut up.”

  He laughs sexily. “Yeah, yeah, sure. What is it?”

  “Calculus. I’m pretty good with my Ethics class.”

  “You know you wouldn’t have had to take Calculus…”

  “I know!” I whine, “Are you going to help me or not?”

  “Okay, you want to do it tomorrow?”

  “Can we tonight?”

  “Uh, yeah! Max is already sleeping. I mean it’s kind of late, but yeah. You coming over?”

  “Yeah.”

  “All right, see you in a little bit, princess.”

  “Okay.” I smile girlishly as the call ends. I gather my textbooks, and writing utensils, and stuff them in my messenger bag. Flashing down the stairs, I shout, “Bye, Mom! I’ll be back.” I close the door, not knowing if she heard me or if she responded, and drive over to Haru’s house.

  When I arrive at his house, I forget to bring in my messenger bag, leave my shoes at the door, and head to his room. When I open the door, he’s standing in front of the closet, looking inside.

  “Hi,” I say, sighing in relief. Seeing him calms my heart.

  “Hey.” He tur
ns around and walks toward me. “Where’s your stuff to study?”

  “Oh, in the car.” I smile.

  He smirks slyly as he sits down on the edge of the bed. “So, were you asking for help to study or to calm you down a little?”

  “What?” I smile innocently, completely turned on.

  He pulls me closer to him. I climb on top of him and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him. He returns the delicious gesture.

  “All right, princess. What do you want?”

  My shoulders drop. “I’ll go get my bag, but can I tell you a secret?”

  “What’s that?”

  “I don’t want to study anymore. Can we just be together?”

  “What about finals?”

  “I can’t stop thinking about you. I probably won’t remember, anyway.”

  Haru pulls his shirt off over his head and lies back; his fit muscular frame, perfect in my eyesight.

  “You went to see my mom today?”

  “Yeah, she called me. I needed to make a payment,” Haru says tensely.

  He must not want to talk about this right now.

  “Oh, she’s getting on my nerves. She doesn’t understand me at all.”

  “I bet she’d never understand why you’re sitting on top of a twenty-eight-year-old dude’s erect penis.”

  He definitely wants to talk about sex. “Uh, let’s hope she never has to find out.”

  “Yeah, no kidding.” His eyes veer off with what seem to be secrets.

  I ignore them. “Do you know what she told me? She was all like, if you don’t find a major by next semester, then I’m going to choose it for you. O.M.G! She’s so stupid sometimes. All she cares about is money. I wish I could find something I want to do, but there’s nothing.”

  “Nothing? Really?”

  “Well, not nothing. I just don’t want to be rushed.”

  “You know it’s the order of things, princess. You’re how old? Twenty? Twenty-one?”

  “Twenty-two.”

  “I think you’re doing what you’re supposed to do. You don’t know what you want to do, so try to figure it out. But she’s right. You have to do something in the meantime.”

  “I am doing something. You think I’m doing nothing with my life, too?”

  “No, I don’t! I think you should do what you want to do.”

  “I just told you I don’t know what I want!”

  “Do you want to be with me?”

  “Haru…” I say, less annoyed with him. “Yes, I want to be with you and Max, but that’s not my job. That’s my life. I need something else. I want something else. You have me and Max, but you also have a job, and you’re really good at it. What do you think I’m really good at?”

  “Oh, what do I think?” he asks.

  I lie down on top of him and look deep into his eyes.

  “I think you could be really good at being a teacher or something to do with kids.”

  I think the same thing. That’s what I really want to do, but Mom would never accept that. She doesn’t think I’d make enough money. Maybe she’s right.

  “Yeah, maybe.” I pause. “But all my mom—”

  “Princess, I don’t want to talk about your mom. You’re lying on top of me, with your hot ass pussy all on my leg. The absolute last thing I’m thinking about is what the fuck you and your mom are fighting about. You came over here to study? You left your shit in the car? Why’d you really come over here?”

  I gulp. “Because I wanted to see you.”

  “You wanted to see me?” he asks, turning the tables. Suddenly, he’s the one on top. “You’re going to do just fine on your finals, trust me. I’m going to take all that tension right out of your body.”

  I like this Haru. He scares me but also makes me long for more.

  I don’t object to his words, I let him take my clothes off and kiss me as deeply as he ever has. I let him open my legs, and part of me desires his quirky, intimate side. His lips leave mine as his face travels down to my girly parts.

  “Hey, little pussy. Did you miss Daddy?”

  Oh, God, Haru, don’t say that, I think, covering my face with my hands.

  “You came over to see me. I wanted to see you, too,” he explains, letting his fingers run over the outside of my flower. He lies down, his face deep within my crevasses. Upon impact, the motion of his tongue upon my pearl sends feelings rushing through my body. I have no choice but to open up to him more. He stops and looks at me, and I stare at him. His smirk is mischievous, falsely innocent, and knowing. He dives in slowly, making every lick and every stroke more powerful than the previous. I moan for more. It is all I want. There is no better feeling than this.

  The words my mother said, the stress of finals, and the indecision, all go away, leaving me only with one thought: I really want Haru.

  Somehow, I am healed. I want him more than anything in the world, unselfishly catering to me, understanding my need to be wanted and desired, and then giving me just that. I lie there, moaning quietly as his hands touch me all over. His tongue goes inside of me and around, causing my body to soar to the sky and fly around unable to land. His tongue swirls on top and through my most sensitive spots until I climax completely. My flower contracts so hard it is like a heartbeat.

  “Aw, look at it,” Haru says, petting it. “You okay, princess? Did Daddy make you feel better? And you little pussy, little swollen pussy, did you get enough? I know it felt good. You’re spilling out everywhere.”

  “Don’t talk to it, Haru!”

  “Why? I don’t want to be rude. I can’t just lick it and touch it and not speak to it. What kind of guy do you think I am? It’s been so good for me. Coming when I tell it to, giving me delicious—”

  “Shut up, Haru. You’re so gross.”

  Haru laughs sexily as he sits up. I pull the covers over me. He lies down next to me and starts playing with his junk.

  “Do you talk to every girl’s feminine parts?” I ask.

  “Well, yeah probably, if they are within eyeshot. I like to see my handy work. But the way you handle it is so innocent. Most girls are just as vulgar and naughty when I do that. It’s kind of more of a turn on with you.”

  “Is that why you’re playing with yourself under the covers?”

  He laughs devilishly. “Sometimes I can’t tell if you like it by your response. Your moaning sounds like whimpering, and last time, you were like ‘oh my God, please don’t call me a slut,’ so watching your pussy contract so hard and tasting your cum is the best. I know I did my job, and I did it better than most.”

  “Better than most—I think we’ve been over this before. I’m a virgin.”

  “I know. It’s an ego thing and it has nothing to do with how may partners you’ve had—well, haven’t had. I know I’m better than any guy you’d ever have.”

  “I don’t know how to feel about that. I think it was a compliment. You like my lady parts the best?”

  “In all actuality, I do. I’m the only one who has ever been inside there. Just my tongue—but still—that’s mine.”

  “It’s yours,” I agree.

  “Yeah?” He flips the cover back, revealing his erection. “I know you don’t want to have sex, but I’m still going to whack off while you’re here.”

  “Gross.”

  “Whatever,” he says, giving himself a hand job.

  “I’ll help.” I extend my hand toward his rod and take it in my hand.

  “Yeah?”

  I smile. Oh, my gosh! I’m touching Haru!

  “Okay then. If we do it right, you won’t get bored with it. So, how’s your pussy?”

  “It’s fine, not as jumpy.” I laugh. “Haru!” I call as he slides his fingers down my flower.

  “Let’s fix that. Still wet? I’ll take some,” he says, adjusting himself on the bed and putting the glistening stuff from my lady parts on his shaft. “All right, princess. Get on top, put your ass right in my face.”

  “What?”

  “Do it!�
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  “Oh.” I gulp.

  He guides me on top of him and places my ass right in his face. “Put your hands around my dick, and rub it up and down,” he instructs me.

  Here I am staring down at his erection. The more I stare the more I’m coerced into adhering to his requests. Before I can actually do anything, his tongue swirls around my pearl. The newness of the angle I am in takes over me. The desire and raw knowledge of just how to do it sets in. Now, there is no thinking, only doing and commenting on the pleasure.

  The slipperiness of his manhood in my hand coupled with the wetness that once lay within my womanly hole, helps me stroke faster and faster. The deeper his tongue dips into me, the harder he grows. His moans are muffled by my flower as he manipulates my petals with his tongue, causing me to erupt once again. My body quivering as I wiggle on top of Haru. The louder I scream, the faster my hand moves up and down his rod.

  Suddenly, cream shoots out of it, sending me to the top of the bed as I jump away from it. As soon as my hands are off of it, Haru takes it in his hand, and gets on his knees. His eyes roll back in his head as it shoots out onto the hardwood floor. I barely notice the oozing clear liquid flowing down my leg, my flower still jumping, pouring out its nectar. Groaning, Haru falls back on his knees.

  “Having help with that really is amazing.” His heavy breaths keep his words winded.

  My breath, also heavy, comes out in short, haltered breaths. “I’ve never actually seen that up close before.”

  “I couldn’t let you have all the orgasms. How does it feel to have more than one in the same night?”

  “I-I feel like…”

  “That’s why you came over, right? Not to study?” He smirks. “You wanted me to give you that feeling again,” he deduces.

  I cover up with the sheets. “Haru, why do you always have to say things like you won, or like it’s gross?”

  “It’s not gross. You think it’s gross because I know what your body wants? It doesn’t make you any less you, or make it any less true, if I don’t say it, princess. Why isn’t it okay to want these things with each other?” He reaches under the sheet. Two fingers travel up the inside of my thighs; the slippery liquid, making their journey quick. Haru drags those two fingers from the back of my flower to the tip, making me jump.