Ozaki threw open the front door and stumbled inside his parent's home. Lighting flashed behind him before he could slam the door shut. Even with the front door closed, he could hear the hiss of rain striking the concrete walk and roof.
Yanking his coat off, tossed it toward one of the hooks. It shed rain as it flipped through the air, smacked against the wall, and then thudded to the ground. It left behind a glistening smear along the painted wall.
Reaching out it, he caught sight of his wristwatch. Swearing under his breath, he waved at his jacket and stepped away. Water splashed from his shoes as he stepped on the wooden floor and hurried toward the stairs.
“Shoes!” yelled his mom.
Ozaki stumbled as he considered obeying. His eyes lowered to his watch and the minute flipped to the next one. He was already too late for the show and every second meant he would miss seeing her.
Her show. The show of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen.
His sneakers squeaked on the floor as he turned back to the stairs.
“I said shoes!”
“Mom! I'm missing her concert!”
When he heard his mother getting up from the couch, he muttered and kicked off his shoes. Using his toes, he tossed them toward the spot left for him. One bounced off his father's business shoes and the other rolled to bump against the front door.
His mother groaned as she staggered toward the entry room but Ozaki was already rushing up the stairs. His damp socks thudded on the wooden steps. He caught the edge of the hallway and stumbled toward his room.
He slammed his bedroom door behind him and then locked it. His fingers slipped on the handle before he gripped it tightly. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to calm his rapid breathing.
The seconds ticked past before he could peel his fingers off. He wiped the water from his face and dragged his hand against the door. It left a glistening smear of sweat and rain on the wooden surface.
Taking a deep breath, he turned and grabbed the remote from his desk. Pressing the power button, he waited for the tube to warm up and the glow to fill his bedroom. Anxious, he stepped aside and sank down into his bed without any regard for his soaked clothes.
The music came on hard, a brilliant blast of bright, cheerful tunes. He knew the words by heart and he whispered them underneath his breath as he stared into the screen. It came into slow focus and then he saw a flash of yellow.
It was her, Kikuchi Harumi.
The most beautiful girl in the universe.
His jaw opened as she twirled on the screen, a flash of yellow. It didn't matter if she was sixteen or barely visible on the thirty centimeter screen, he couldn't get enough of her. He drank in the sight of her slender body spinning on screen and lost himself in the voice that came drifting through dusty speakers.
On the screen, the screen faded to black just as Harumi pressed a finger against her cheek. Her final “Kawii!” filled the room and echoed in Ozaki's head endlessly.
Ozaki sat there, despair pooling in his heart, as he watched the concert ended. He had missed most of it and he didn't even have a recorder to play it back. He sniffed, struggling with the emotions that welled up inside him.
When a commercial filled the screen, he mutely thumbed the remote and turned off the TV.
Despair filled him. He had missed all but the last few seconds of the show. He clung to the short memory, trying to memorize every inch of her curves and her brilliant smile. He drew up her slender leg before focusing on the briefest flash of her yellow panties. He thought he saw a faint line down the middle, a hint of the girl underneath.
His cock twitched as he let his memories linger on her pussy. He wondered if it was shaved like the hentai he watched. He had never seen one outside of anime, but the thought of peeling back the yellow fabric suddenly appealed to him. He quickly grew hard with his thoughts.
When his cock ground against the front of his jeans, he fumbled with his belt. He tugged it aside, trying to imagine Harumi's naked skin. It would be smooth and pale, just like her thighs. He could almost feel the delicate flesh underneath his palm as he pictured pulling off her panties and spreading her legs.
Slumping back with his cock in his hand, Ozaki moaned softly. He wished he knew what a woman's pussy smelled like, or felt like, or even looked like. He wanted to know if she would be smooth and slick, or hot and sticky like the heated length nestled into his palm. He pumped with his hand, smearing his pre-cum through his fingers and down his shaft.
Gripping tighter, he pumped faster as he imagined pressing his fingers against her hole and shoving inside. The cute little moans he imagined she would make brought a welcoming surge in his palm; his cock swelled in his grip until it was as large as he had ever felt it before.
Ozaki pumped faster, losing himself in the hazy imagination of the most perfect girl in the world. He had never felt a woman but that didn't stop his body from responding to his thoughts. His balls boiled and heat rose up his shaft. He groaned and pumped faster, the memories shredding under the onslaught of primal pleasure. With every thrust, he clenched his stomach and pulled himself off his pillow.
Groaning, he gripped the blankets with one hand and jammed his cock with his other. Every thrust of his soaked shaft filled the room with wet slurps. It echoed off the TV and walls.
The explosion of cum burst out of his hand, spraying across his bed and his jeans. He drove into his hand, lifting his ass off the bed in a hopeful image of a man fucking the most perfect girl in the world. He thrust again and again, panting with every surge of muscles that shot more cum into his palm.
With a shudder, he slumped back to his bed. Cum dripped off his palm and back around his balls, but he didn't care. He closed his eyes and tried to remember Harumi again, but his orgasm had erased the few precious seconds away.
Ozaki moaned and screwed his eyes shut.
He was too late.