“Why are you on your phone at dinner?” Mom was displeased as per the usual. I had spent years putting together the puzzle of my parents’ moods. There were still pieces missing and times when I flat-out guessed wrong, but for the most part they’d become predictable.
“Because I’m an ungrateful cretin who is ill mannered, insolent and possesses an unpleasant temperament.” I didn’t look up from the screen doing its slow walk back to life. I’d done my chores when I got home, leaving my phone to charge in my room as I did. Even still the battery was only half charged. Whether it was the battery or the phone was immaterial, the reality was one of the two of them were problem children.
“I-“ she seemed taken aback, unsure how to proceed. She looked to my dad for help.
“So long as you’re aware,” dad muttered, reading the paper while shoveling dinner into his mouth. “Knowledge is power, you know.” The obligatory notifications I’d missed scrolled down my screen like electronic messages in a bottle. Twelve missed text messages. I frowned slightly and activated the unnecessarily complex lock screen combination.
“You…” mom was flailing. “…eat your food.” Victory was mine once again. Socially experimenting on one’s parents wasn’t a bad way to spend your time, I decided. I glanced through the messages I’d missed and was surprised to find all but one from Aria.
What ru doing?
RU still asleep?
Cmon K-chan!
Wake up!
RU mad?
I didn’t do anything!
Y aren’t you answering?
U hate me!
Do u hate me?
OMFG!!! U do hate me!
Please call or text me anytime! I’m dying! Literally!
Honestly, the fact she didn’t type the whole word bothered me. My sister abbreviated her texts as well and mocked me for not doing so but it was just as easy and more proper to just spell out the whole word.
Sorry, my phone battery died and I was out with Emi most of the day. Sorry!!!
I texted her back, ignoring the look of disgust my mom shot my way. I checked my game and noticed two new friend requests; one from EmiIsAGoddessSoWorshipHer1 and the other from TTTanuki9. The game needed to cap the character limit of user names, I sighed as I approved both requests.
Almost immediately a message flashed across the chat channel at the bottom of the screen from TTTanuki, along with a mail message saying I’d gotten a gift from a friend. I tapped the mail button first and beheld, in all its glory, Astrid’s icon. It was almost as if a Goddess had descended from on high to grace my inbox. I closed my eyes in rapture as a choir of angels sang; only to be replaced by the raspy anger of my mom’s voice.
“You’re still on your phone,” she pointed out. What difference does it make? I asked myself. No one’s saying anything. I mean, hell, Dad’s reading the paper. The only difference between what I’m doing and what he’s doing is that my stuff is at least interesting.
“I’m asking Mizuki about the homework due tomorrow,” I lied. “One more minute.”
“She’s asking about the homework, Yoko,” My dad muttered, turning the page.
“One more minute,” my mom groused, muttering under her breath as she stabbed at dinner.
I thanked Saki profusely for the gift, though I had to admit to a certain amount of curiosity about the name I brushed it aside. She could name herself chunkymcfatstuffs as far as I was concerned. She’d given me Astrid. Most things could be forgiven with that sort of gift. Sure I was cheap, but not cheap enough to refuse the gift. Under the withering glare of my mother I hurriedly promised to play with Saki and Emi later and put my phone face down on the table.
“Sorry,” I mumbled with no actual remorse. My mom stared at me for a long moment before sighing while my dad simply nodded, making gross “mmm” sounds as he chewed.
“Where were you today?” Aria’s disembodied voice asked from the phone. I had finished dinner and doing the dishes and was lying on my bed, legs in the air as I stretched my back and thighs. For some reason, ever since I was a kid, I’d found the position of laying flat on my back with my legs pointing skyward terribly relaxing. It was like all the stress from the day collected in my toes and by pointing them skyward the stress would drain away. I wiggled my toes and the tension slipped away.
“Sorry about that,” I sighed, my relaxation level skyrocketing. “My stupid phone was dead and Emi kidnapped me.”
“I’m jealous,” Aria huffed. “I wanted to do something with you today but I guess Emi’s more important.
“She’s not more important but I have known her longer,” I pointed out, a grin spreading across my face. Strangely enough it actually kind of felt good to have someone be jealous. Provided, of course, the jealousy didn’t end with them sending me a severed head in the mail or something.
“You are a cruel, cold woman.”
“You’re only realizing this, now?” I quipped. Unfortunately I couldn’t exactly say she was wrong. My sister pointed out to me many times that I was cruel. I didn’t see myself as cruel but more as a realist.
“By the way,” Aria said without segue,” I dreamt of you last night.” A vision of Aria’s finger slipping into me from my self-love session the night before sprang to my mind and I blushed. My head swam with the remembered feelings and I grew moist, my throat contracting in the process.
“You did?” I squeaked. “What about?”
“Do you really want me to tell you?” She purred. I nodded dumbly before realizing she couldn’t hear a nod.
“S-Sure,” I managed.
“Hmmm, maybe I’ll tell you tomorrow,” I could sense the grin spread across her face.
“What if I die in my sleep or get hit by Truck Kun on the way to school tomorrow?” I pouted.
“Then you’ll just have to haunt me to get closure, I guess. Besides, this will give you motivation to not die, right?”
“And I’m the cruel one?” I snorted.
“I’m learning!” She giggled, the sound tinkling across the distance.
When was the first time I masturbated? I thought after we’d hung up as I lay in bed in the dark. My fingers slipped beneath the fabric of my panties and through the neatly trimmed pubic hair at the apex of my thighs. My index finger slipped over my hardening clit and my body jolted as if I’d touched a live wire. Ah, yes, I thought, that had been the start of things.
I had been 8 and had accidentally touched myself several times and realized it felt really good but hadn’t pursued the matter further. That fateful day I had been taking a bath and was admonished by my mother through the bathroom door to clean myself well since I was going on an audition later that day. I recall grumbling angrily while cleaning myself. I hated auditions. I hated acting placid and demure. The clothes were of no interest to me, the poses, the lights, the music, the attention; none of it mattered to me in the least. In my pre-adolescent rage I had begun cleaning my vulva rather forcefully. The cloth brushed against my clit and my whole body jerked in shock.
I was scared, fascinated and excited all at the same time and I continued “washing” myself roughly, the motion caused me to gasp and before I knew it I had found a new favorite hobby. I slipped my fingers down my slit, dipping the tip inside my tight lips. I was extremely wet and turned on. I closed my eyes and Aria’s large breasts and slender body quickly sprang to mind. I remembered the feel of her hands on my ass cheeks at the party and grew wetter still. My clit twitched as my palm brushed against it tantalizingly causing the muscles in my thighs to jerk spasmodically each time. I imagined my tongue slipping between her full lips and pictured touching her and soon found myself riding the wave of my orgasm as it crashed and roiled through my body.
Eight years, I thought, breathing heavily following my second orgasm. I had been masturbating for half of my life at this point and no matter how good, it had never been like this. I rolled onto my side in exhaustion and sighed. Would I ever get to live out my fantasies? Did it even matter? For now, I was content with my new fantasy lover.
“Good morning, Senpai!” Saki enthused, waving her hand in the air excitedly. I finished putting my shoes in the locker and waved in return. She was impossibly deft as she weaved expertly between the throngs of people crowding in the entryway. I saw her doom before she did and tried my best to warn her but was too late. Emi intercepted her with a surprise attack as she passed the third year shoe lockers and glomped onto her. Saki was even smaller than Emi, though she probably weighed a bit more but her extra kilos couldn’t counter Emi’s momentum. Looking vaguely like two boats locked together after a devastating collision they staggered toward the outer door. I moved quickly to intercept them before disaster struck and was able to steady them before anything tragic happened.
“That was fun!” Emi enthused, disentangling herself from the shell-shocked younger girl. “We totally almost went through the front window Saki-chan!”
“Th-that was dangerous, Senpai!” Saki managed.
“You can’t be doing these things to unprepared people, Emi,” I scolded, momentarily forgetting my arm was still wrapped around Saki’s shoulders protectively.
“Pfft!” Emi waved her hand dismissively. “I’ve got to be me!”
“Are you ok, Saki-chan?” I glanced down at her to find her wide, almost anime-sized eyes staring into mine.
“Senpai,” she whispered dreamily.
“See? You terrified her! She’s shaking!” I chastised a thoroughly unimpressed Emi.
“I-it’s not f-fear i-“ Saki’s mouth shut with an audible snap and her face grew red from her chin to her hairline.
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