Dinner & Movie (Suzu)
Posted: Mon Jun 18, 2012 11:12 am
“Thanks for dinner,” she says placing the disposable chopsticks in her tray wearing a big smile. My god, she's adorable.
“Heh, anytime, Suzu,” I reply, finishing my serving up as well. She takes both plastic TV dinner trays and discard them in her trash bin. It wasn't particularly good nor nutritious, but at least filling. I probably have the most impressive microwave dinner stockpile in all of Yamaku. At least I think I do. I wonder what Kenji eats when he doesn't order pizza. He doesn't have any food in the dorm kitchen, so maybe he possess a cache of ready-to-eat rations in his room. In case of the feminist invasion. Or nuclear holocaust?
“Hisao?” Suzu snaps me back to reality.
An absent-minded, “Huh?” was my automatic response.
“What are you thinking about just now?” she leans forward on her elbows and gives me her trademark wolf grin.
“Honestly, I was just wondering about what Kenji.”
Suzu's eyebrows arch and that care-free smile disappear, “Oh?”
I feel my cheeks warm and I nervously rub the back of my head, “Uh, well, I have only seen him order pizza and he doesn't seem to have any food in the do-”
“You're killing the mood,” she cuts me off. I think my face is making what they would call “deer in the headlights?” and the hue of it is probably a ripen tomato. Suzu laughs at my expense and I chuckle along nervously.
“Ready for the movie now?” Suzu asks as she peruse the drawer box under her bed. I peek over her shoulders.
“You have VHS tapes?”
She wordlessly nod and look back at me, “You choose.”
I must have that lost look again and she clarifies, “You get to pick the movie.” She scoots aside and I take a gander at her collection of obsolete format films.
“You … you … must love Disney movies, huh”
“What's wrong with Disney movies?” she gives me mock indignation, hands on her hips.
I laughingly shake my head and fish out one, “This one okay with you?”
She folds her arms in mock anger, “I've seen them all, Hisao, you're the one who's suppose to pick the one you want to watch.”
I snatch her in an embrace before she can react and give her a quick kiss on her cheek, “Then let's watch this one.” She giggles and loosen up in my arms.
“You're so manly when you take charge, Hisao,” and give me a quick peck on my lips.
“Damn straight,” I try a sexy baritone as I lift her to the bed. We adjust our positions to where we can both get comfortable against the wall with the help of her endless supply of pillows. I open the cover of The Lion King and place the tape into her TV/VCR combo on top of her nightstand.
Suzu sings along to all the songs and elbow me a couple of times when she caught me watch her do so. She sheds a tear when the father lion dies. She laughs when the the warthog and meerkat are on screen. We started side by side, but slowly but surely she glided over to in front of and leans back against me by the time the lion cub meets his lioness friend and that love theme by Elton John plays. I hug her, and she tilts her head back and kisses me. And kisses me again. And again. Each time a little harder and longer. And each time, I feel her body getting a little warmer.
The kissing leads to two virgins awkwardly and nervously fumbling to disrobe each other. There's an irony in the fact that the song of our first (of many, I hope) physical love is by a gay man, but we'll talk and laugh about it later. Right now, there is a beautiful naked girl kissing and caressing me. Some time later, the movie ends. We didn't pay much attention to her TV at all by then, so it didn't particularly matter. Our glistening bodies are still attached at our most intimate parts. My mind and body are intoxicated by the smoothness of her skin. The line where I end and she begins are blurred. She is still kissing me. I am still memorizing the curves of her body with my fingers. Her arms tightly wrapped behind me, as are her legs. There was no need for it as there is no other place in the universe I would rather be than right here, right now with her. Each of our mimicking moans and grunts and thrusts hasten until we both reach a mutual orgasmic involuntary convulsion. We lock eyes and I kiss her again. There is no other word for this than love.
We roll over, Suzu resting her head on my chest and mindlessly playing with my scar.
“Hamlet,” I say breaking the over hour long wordlessness of our body passion. Suzu lifts her head up from me and gives me a puzzled look.
“Uncle usurps the throne by killing the king, prince exiled, then returns for revenge. Hamlet, right?”
She laughs and kiss me. “Yeah, you're right.”
“Heh, anytime, Suzu,” I reply, finishing my serving up as well. She takes both plastic TV dinner trays and discard them in her trash bin. It wasn't particularly good nor nutritious, but at least filling. I probably have the most impressive microwave dinner stockpile in all of Yamaku. At least I think I do. I wonder what Kenji eats when he doesn't order pizza. He doesn't have any food in the dorm kitchen, so maybe he possess a cache of ready-to-eat rations in his room. In case of the feminist invasion. Or nuclear holocaust?
“Hisao?” Suzu snaps me back to reality.
An absent-minded, “Huh?” was my automatic response.
“What are you thinking about just now?” she leans forward on her elbows and gives me her trademark wolf grin.
“Honestly, I was just wondering about what Kenji.”
Suzu's eyebrows arch and that care-free smile disappear, “Oh?”
I feel my cheeks warm and I nervously rub the back of my head, “Uh, well, I have only seen him order pizza and he doesn't seem to have any food in the do-”
“You're killing the mood,” she cuts me off. I think my face is making what they would call “deer in the headlights?” and the hue of it is probably a ripen tomato. Suzu laughs at my expense and I chuckle along nervously.
“Ready for the movie now?” Suzu asks as she peruse the drawer box under her bed. I peek over her shoulders.
“You have VHS tapes?”
She wordlessly nod and look back at me, “You choose.”
I must have that lost look again and she clarifies, “You get to pick the movie.” She scoots aside and I take a gander at her collection of obsolete format films.
“You … you … must love Disney movies, huh”
“What's wrong with Disney movies?” she gives me mock indignation, hands on her hips.
I laughingly shake my head and fish out one, “This one okay with you?”
She folds her arms in mock anger, “I've seen them all, Hisao, you're the one who's suppose to pick the one you want to watch.”
I snatch her in an embrace before she can react and give her a quick kiss on her cheek, “Then let's watch this one.” She giggles and loosen up in my arms.
“You're so manly when you take charge, Hisao,” and give me a quick peck on my lips.
“Damn straight,” I try a sexy baritone as I lift her to the bed. We adjust our positions to where we can both get comfortable against the wall with the help of her endless supply of pillows. I open the cover of The Lion King and place the tape into her TV/VCR combo on top of her nightstand.
Suzu sings along to all the songs and elbow me a couple of times when she caught me watch her do so. She sheds a tear when the father lion dies. She laughs when the the warthog and meerkat are on screen. We started side by side, but slowly but surely she glided over to in front of and leans back against me by the time the lion cub meets his lioness friend and that love theme by Elton John plays. I hug her, and she tilts her head back and kisses me. And kisses me again. And again. Each time a little harder and longer. And each time, I feel her body getting a little warmer.
The kissing leads to two virgins awkwardly and nervously fumbling to disrobe each other. There's an irony in the fact that the song of our first (of many, I hope) physical love is by a gay man, but we'll talk and laugh about it later. Right now, there is a beautiful naked girl kissing and caressing me. Some time later, the movie ends. We didn't pay much attention to her TV at all by then, so it didn't particularly matter. Our glistening bodies are still attached at our most intimate parts. My mind and body are intoxicated by the smoothness of her skin. The line where I end and she begins are blurred. She is still kissing me. I am still memorizing the curves of her body with my fingers. Her arms tightly wrapped behind me, as are her legs. There was no need for it as there is no other place in the universe I would rather be than right here, right now with her. Each of our mimicking moans and grunts and thrusts hasten until we both reach a mutual orgasmic involuntary convulsion. We lock eyes and I kiss her again. There is no other word for this than love.
We roll over, Suzu resting her head on my chest and mindlessly playing with my scar.
“Hamlet,” I say breaking the over hour long wordlessness of our body passion. Suzu lifts her head up from me and gives me a puzzled look.
“Uncle usurps the throne by killing the king, prince exiled, then returns for revenge. Hamlet, right?”
She laughs and kiss me. “Yeah, you're right.”
