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}}NARRATOR: "The sunlight breaks through my window shortly before my alarm ruins the morning silence. God, I feel sore. The events of the previous evening suddenly intrude upon my consciousness, and I find myself blushing. Lord. That was an eventful evening—and explains perfectly the soreness in my lower back. The walk back, as I recall, had been rather tense. My trousers having been...soiled, I'd washed off in the bathroom before going back to my room. But there was still a fairly obvious-looking stain on the front."

NARRATOR: "Fortunately for me, the only person I ran into on my way back was [[Kenji]]. And he didn't notice a thing. Well, apart from my being in the general vicinity. Of course he'd asked how the night went, and whether or not I'd learned anything of importance. I don't even know if I opened my mouth to answer. I was too tired to care. And this morning, I'll admit that I'm feeling pretty worn out. Still, Emi had promised to meet me at the track, and I'd hate to disappoint."

NARRATOR: "And indeed she is waiting for me when I arrive. Doing her best to look cheery, despite the fact that she's sitting in a wheelchair. I wave to her and begin stretching."

EMI: "Ridiculous. '''You're''' late. Oversleep, Hisao? All tuckered out?"

NARRATOR: "Well, at least she seems more like her old self. And as expected, she doesn't seem that shy about mentioning our...previous activities."

NARRATOR: "Now that she mentions it, it really is a legitimate concern. I certainly hadn't thought of it last night, of course—but other, more pressing concerns had been at hand."

EMI: "For this, of course! Sure, regular moving around is all well and good without 'em, but I want to be able to get a good workout. And to get those kinds of speeds, you gotta have gloves if you don't want blisters."

NARRATOR: "Emi thinks for a minute—or pretends to think."

EMI: "Hmm...if I remember right, there's a spare pair or two in the track shed."

HISAO: "What are they doing there?"

NARRATOR: "Well when she puts it that way, I suppose that makes perfect sense."

NARRATOR: "I can't imagine what for, but then again I didn't have a clue why racing gloves would be in the shed, so I'm not willing to press the issue. Emi navigates her way to the shed easily enough, though I can hear her grumbling under her breath. It's actually kinda cute. We reach the door, and Emi seems to be looking for something."

 

 

NARRATOR: "She points at a rather out of place rock next to the door."

 

HISAO: "Hard to miss it."

 

 

 

 

NARRATOR: "It's not even a rock. It's like, styrofoam or something. Then again, who the heck would want to get into the track shed anyway? The door opens, and Emi starts to wheel inside, only to come to a sudden halt at the doorway. It seems the doorsill is slightly too high for her to get over by herself. She makes a few runs at it, unsuccessfully, before crossing her eyes and glaring at the offending object."

NARRATOR: "It's at about this time that I fail to notice where I'm going and run Emi's chair into a mat. This brings it to a halt rather quickly. She gives a startled yelp and topples forward out of her chair. There's a moment of silence as I gaze in horror upon what I've done, and Emi glares at me."

NARRATOR: "As I bend down to pick up Emi, she grins in triumph and pulls me into a kiss that quickly has us both entirely unconcerned about getting her back into the chair. In fact, as I move to a more comfortable position, I confess that the chair is pushed out the door, which, startled by the passage, swings shut. Well, at least we've got privacy now, which is a good thing as my hands have worked quickly to remove Emi's shirt. I'm startled to discover that she's forgotten a bra today. Did she plan this? Her arms hook under mine and rest on my shoulders as I kiss my way down Emi's neck, pausing to give special attention to a spot right where the neck meets the shoulder that I'd found last night."

 

EMI: "Y—you've gotten pretty good at th—hee!"

HISAO: "Mmm. Suspected as much."

NARRATOR: "Words quickly become irrelevant. There's almost a franticness to Emi's movements, as if she's been holding something back since we met this morning and now she has an outlet. I'm very nearly caught off guard by her aggressiveness, feeling her nearly rip my shirt off, the way she seems to vie to be in the dominant position. For my part, I confess that I'm caught up in her attitude as well, fighting back, rolling and wrestling even as I caress her breasts, even as her fingers dig into my shoulders, and I lose track of where we are. So much so that I roll right off the mat and land on something small and rather hard."

NARRATOR: "Emi, still flushed and breathing a little heavy (and minus her shorts) peers at me and bursts into laughter."

EMI: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Are you alright?"

NARRATOR: "I reach under my back and pull the offending object out, inspecting it closely. “KY Jelly.” Wait, what? Emi's eyes shoot upwards and she begins, if possible, to laugh even harder."

HISAO: "Somehow, I don't think this is...this isn't track-related."

EMI: "Because, he's the one who told me the track shed was a good place for...what did he call them? “Clandestine encounters.”"

EMI: "Well...I did have a crush on him when I first joined up, but he wasn't interested. Obviously. But we are good friends, I guess. I mean he told me about all this, you know."

HISAO: "But what does he need the uh...lube for, anyway? I mean, he doesn't...er..."

NARRATOR: "Oh wait. Erm. How the hell does Emi always manage to not blush?"

NARRATOR: "I try to suppress a snicker. I fail. Emi's giggling too."

HISAO: "Uh...huh."

HISAO: "That's interesting."

 

HISAO: "I suppose I'll have to take his word for it."

NARRATOR: "My jaw, having suddenly acquired an ability native only to snakes, unhinges and hits the floor."

EMI: "Well, it's just that we really can't...do what we did last night, you know? It would be a little... it wouldn't be safe, you know? I mean it wasn't exactly a great idea last night. So you know, we could try this to see if it uh..."

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NARRATOR: "I'm positioned behind Emi, who is looking back over her shoulder, looking a little flushed. Well obviously once we decided to go ahead with this idea, we had to get back into the mood. That accomplished, we emptied the tube of lube and... Here we are."

NARRATOR: "Emi's breathing is still coming a little heavily, and her response is almost impatient. Which is to be expected, I suppose. We were both so close, and this is kind of delaying things. I think we've both gone temporarily insane. At least that's going to be my claim from here on out. I try hard not to think about the specifics of what I'm about to (quite literally) get myself into. There's no way this is going to be very clean."

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NARRATOR: "She giggles. I can't blame her. I'm surprised that I even managed to form a sentence. It's...hot. Feels exceedingly odd. The lube glistens unnaturally. It makes me uncomfortable. I continue to work my way inside her, working slowly and listening carefully to Emi's breathing. I reach my limit and pause. Emi looks back again, biting her lower lip."

NARRATOR: "It doesn't seem right. Emi's not making any noise. I learned very quickly yesterday that Emi is somewhat less than quiet when she's enjoying herself. As I open my eyes, I see that Emi's trying to get into things, but it just doesn't seem to be working for her. Her eyes are closed, and she's biting her lip, but it seems to be out of toleration rather than enjoyment. A sort of “Well, this was a failure, but hopefully it'll be over soon” look."

NARRATOR: "I'm caught in a bit of a situation here. In truth, I don't want to stop. But at the same time, it doesn't seem to be doing much for Emi—or if it is, it's coming on far slower than I am. I feel bad. I want Emi to enjoy this, too. I reach one arm around to tease at Emi's chest, which startles her. This in turn causes her to tighten around me considerably, causing a wave of pleasure to blindside me."

NARRATOR: "My gasp seems to amuse Emi, but her grin quickly turns to a gasp as I move my other hand casually down her front and begin to stroke gently at the soft patch of hair between her legs. The motion of my own hips increases as my hand's ministrations to Emi's front bring back the gasps and yelps that I'm used to. I concentrate only on the feelings of my hands, one now slick and sliding, the other on skin soft and responsive, goosebumps on her flesh, shivers and sweats, as her own building climax causes her to tighten, until finally I can't possibly—"

NARRATOR: "NoIcan'tpossibly"

NARRATOR: "I quickly roll off of Emi and lay there, staring at the ceiling and trying to ignore the pain in my crotch. Emi yelps a little as she rolls over, and she quickly switches to a position on her side."

NARRATOR: "Emi once again attempts to sit down and winces."

NARRATOR: "The utter and absolute ridiculousness of the situation suddenly hits and I begin laughing. Emi shakes her head and begins laughing with me."

EMI: "Good. I think we should maybe stick to the basics, don't you?"

 

EMI: "I mean most of this is new to me anyway."

EMI: "You're right. Yeah, there's uh... It's on the back wall. Might be some soap, too."

NARRATOR: "It takes some time (and we never do find Emi's panties), but finally we're both more or less clothed. There's a frantic moment where neither of us knows where Emi's wheelchair is, but I recall it going through the door and rescue it."

NARRATOR: "The nurse is at least kind enough to not comment on the marks that Emi left on my shoulders. Nor does he say a word about Emi's constant shifting about in her wheelchair. Either he didn't notice, or he didn't '''want''' to notice. All the same, I'm going to have to make sure he didn't slip cyanide into my medication for a little while. Just to be safe."

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