The air is cold and crisp, the soft breeze being disturbed and redirected by the towering grey slates of the university campus. The air smells of a strange and oddly intoxicating mix of sweat, fermenting fruit and cleaning supplies, all fused together by the stale taste of the surrounding city.
You half jog half walk past all the usual scenery, skipping past the vibrant shrubbery and pale blue flowers that dot the path towards the front gate. The beauty of your surroundings forgotten as your mind races faster than your heart, tongue lapping at the roof of your mouth as if trying to recreate her gentle yet oddly possessive kiss that had short circuited your nerves and made your body ache for more contact, for more kisses...for more Akane Himena.
Even thinking the name sends delighted shivers down your spine, like electricity arching through the nerves, causing an almost giddy and nervous feeling to assault your system pleasantly.
You shake your head, hair whipping around, air scratching your face. Your buddy throbs just thinking about her, you slap yourself.
The impact causes your cheeks to jiggle, sending a stinging sensation reverberating through your skull, crushing the indecent thoughts and feelings... temporarily.
The large, ornate iron gates come into view as you round a corner, the metal shines brightly, forcing the light to arch into your eyes. The light burns for half a second, bright and painful, your vision enveloped in a piercing light. You blink rapidly, the fingers on your hand form a blockade against the reflection's onslaghtive glare.
And there, outlined by light, just left of the gate is a silhouette. Seeing it makes your heart throb, pulse quicken, skin to run slightly slick with sweat and cheeks to flush slightly, just enough to change by a single shade. Barely enough of a change to notice.
The silhouette waves enthusiastically at you, a dress swinging around as they do. Its no other than Akane Himena, the cutest girl in school. The girl who stole your heart in less than a month. The girl who asked you on this date (and embarrassingly the girl who is currently first in your spank bank).
"Hiiiiiii Karmen-kuuuun," she yells enthusiastically, waving more frantically as you get closer, step by heart throbbing step.
Her breasts sway as she dashes towards you, almost tacking you in a hug. She goes onto her tip toes arms wrapping around your neck, soft and smooth, radiating comforting heat.
"Hey Akane," you smile, gently disentangling yourself to get a better look at her.
She's wearing a cute black dress, a strange black and red fabric that clings to her body snugly. It covers her but at the same time, despite the lack of skin showing, it left little to the imagination.
Her blonde hair shining light in a circle around her like an angels halo, her pink eyes making her innocent face look more and more angelic.
She pouts at being pushed away, bottom lip protruding out slightly and cheeks puffed up adorably. "Why did you push me?" She asks in (mock?) hurt, eyes sparking with that strange light again, hands on hips. She looked like an edgy but cute anime girl pouting angrily.
"Sorry Akane, i just wanted a better look at you," you apologize smoothly. The sparks in her eyes fizzle out instantly. "Oh, silly me," she giggles slightly. Covering her face in embarrassment as she looks away with puppy like cuteness.
Her embarrassment makes your heart rate spike even further, the rhythm erratic and violent as you stare at Akane's cute face, a slight blush colouring her neck and ears; a deep heart throbbing crimson that makes your own skin darken to a similar shade. Your own face becomes an explosion of embarrassed heat and arousal.
"It's alright Akane, I'm sorry for pushing you away instead of asking you to step back." You spit out your answer quickly and slightly forced making the words seem awkward and uncomfortable.
Akane's hands move away from her face, slowly peeking through her slender, delicate finger. "R r really?" She asks, as if questioning her own apology and yours, as if she's struggling to understand that it isn't (entirely) her fault.
Your neck muscles flex and strain slightly as you nod vigorously, murmuring small and almost cliche lines of consolation. Slowly her hands drop completely, face still flushed completely red, making her pink eyes stand out even more, the slight colour change making her seem more huggable and cuddly. You resist the urge to wrap your arms around her, biceps flexing slightly with the strain.
Akane looks you dead in the eyes, "hug now?" she asks, voice high and needy. You chuckle, allowing your biceps to loosen, arms spreading almost eagerly, "sure," your voice coming out slower than your earlier apology, borderline lovingly.
She practically leaps into your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck once more, this time you let her, the black and red dress presses against your body. Her warm and intoxicating breath tickles your ears and neck, the beautiful sensation sending shockwaves down your spine in an almost electric kind of ecstasy that eats away at your willpower like a spell.
"Ready for our date?" Akane whispers softly, pressing her face even further into your neck, your heart flutters faster. Loud and harsh in its ecstatic dance, so loud that you fear even Akane can hear it. You nod, blushing furiously, face aglow with the youthful and almost intimate heat of teenage love.
Akane's face comes back into view as she pulls away, her hands placed over your chest in a tentative and nervous semi grope. Your arms move on their own, wrapping around her back, cradling her towards you. They aren't forceful in their endeavor, they are gentle, not unlike a lovers hold. Quiet, gentle with a hint of possessive and or enthralling pressure that binds two people together. "We should get going," you murmur into her ear, voice soft with a slight submissive undertone that sends shivers through her, you feel her spine arch against you slightly. "Yeah..." she responds eyes locked onto yours with a clear possessive light flickering. You are both locked in each others warm embrace, both of you eager to start the date but unwilling to let go.