Harumi stood nervously outside of the Golden Goose. It was done up as a 50s-style American diner but with fantasy RPG elements. The menus were all given in gold pieces, which had an exchange rate of a hundred yen to a gold. The waitresses were dressed as tavern wenches, mages, and thieves.
Despite the corny outfits and decorations, the food was remarkably good for a theme resturant. The fantastic names only added to the absuritiy. Both Harumi and Mana came every few weeks and Harumi loved and hated that she was unknown there but still greeted as a friend every time she walked in the door. In a previous life, back before the tape when she was a waitress, she would have loved to work at the Goose.
She sighed but didn't move from her spot right inside an alley across the street. She couldn't bear the thought of walking into the restaurant and finding out it was the same Steve. Resting her hand on concrete wall for balance, she worried her lip and stared at the store.
For the third time that night, she tried to come up with a plausible excuse to bow out of dinner, but every time she started to send a text, she gave up. Each one sounded progressively mean or pathetic. She sighed and flipped open her phone to try again.
She was about to hit the Send button when a prickle ran down her spine. She looked up just as Mana and Steve walked in front of the alley.
The world slowed down as she caught sight of him. It was the same man that fucked her so many years ago and the memories slammed into her. He continued to maintain his physique and his muscles were clearly visible underneath his button-down shirt. The fabric was tight to his body, straining over his pectorals and shoulders.
The sight of him ignited a flame inside her, a wet heat that exploded from her pussy and ran along her skin. She clamped her thighs together and gripped the wall tighter as she stared at him. He had raped her in video, but the sight of him reminded her that he was also kind and gentle. She could picture every inch of his body, from the feel of his hips against her thighs to the way his hands gripped her breasts. The contrast of their skin colors, white on dark brown, was intense and the heat inside her pulsed faster.
Memories flooded through her, of being pinned on his huge cock with the other guy behind her. She couldn't remember the blond, but she could remember what it felt like to be driven into with hard, deep strokes that pushed her limits and wracked her body with countless orgasms. There were two of them filling her at one point, but the agony of the scene had faded with the years but the pleasure remained.
Just as they walked past, Mana peeked into the alley. Her eyes widened but then she was hidden by the corner.
Harumi gasped again and stumbled back. She had to hide anywhere.
“Harumi!”
With a quiet whimper, Harumi held her ground as Mana backpedalled and rushed into the alley to give her a hug. “Harumi! What are you doing in here?”
Caught, Harumi stammered for a moment. “I-I dropped something.” When Mana pulled back to start looking, Harumi held up her phone. “T-This! I dropped this!”
She caught sight of the message she was about to press. With a gasp, she snapped the phone shut to avoid sending an obviously false message. Her blush burned on her cheeks.
Mana beamed a smile and hugged her tightly.
Harumi let out her breath. She wrapped her arms around Mana and held her tight. Her eyes drifted past the entrance of the valley where Steve stood there.
Despise her attempts to hide it, Harumi tensed at Steve's easy smile. She remembered it well. Her body grew hotter as she took him in. She couldn't help but remember the sight of his naked body pressed against her own. Struggling to control herself, she looked away and held Mana tighter.
After a few seconds, Mana pulled back with a frown. “Are you okay?”
Harumi nodded and peeked at Steve. “Y-Yes.”
Mana turned and smiled broadly. “Oh, Steve!”
Steve bowed deeply. “It is a pleasure to meet you, Kikuchi Harumi.”
His voice sent another pulse of pleasure from her pussy. She quickly grew wet and she could feel her juices running down her inner thigh. She pressed her legs together and struggled with a response.
Steve raised an eyebrow as he looked her.
A flash of heat ran through her. She remembered him smiling just before he delved his head between her thighs. Her pussy clenched at the memory and her clitoris began to tingle.
“Good to see you again.” Harumi froze as the last word passed her lips. She gasped and clasped her hand to her mouth.
Steve straightened, his mouth opening with the shock on his face.
Behind her, Mana gasped. “You know him!?” She rushed around to face Harumi, blocking Harumi's view of Steve.
Harumi blushed hotly. She straightened and sputtered for a moment.
Steve chuckled. “We've met but only for a day.”
Both Harumi and Mana looked at him.
Mana stepped forward. “You know her?”
Steve nodded. “Yes.”
“Why didn't you say anything?”
He shrugged. “Harumi is a popular name.”
“Kikuchi Harumi isn't.”
Steve shrugged again. “Sorry, I didn't think about it.”
Harumi spoke up sharply. “It was a long time ago!”
Mana whimpered and spun back on Harumi. Her lower lip was curled into a pout. “Harumi!”
Giving her best innocent expression, Harumi held out her hands. “I didn't know which Steve you were talking about.”
Over Mana's shoulder, Steve winked and smiled.
Harumi's heart thumped painfully against her ribs and her pussy clenched. She felt her juices running down her thighs. Tiny flutters of pleasure were distracting her words and making her hard to think. She gulped and focused on Mana. “I-I'm sorry.”
Mana stared at her for a long moment, her eyes probing. And then, without warning, the smile came back. “Come on, let's have dinner.”
Harumi felt a strange flutter when Mana smiled at her. Her friend was thinking something and Harumi wondered what Mana had in mind.