Akane dragged you to a fancy restaurant called Jaque's. A tall red bricked, old style restaurant clearly meant for the bourgeoise and those of the upper echelons of society.
Your arm is still nestled in the heaven that is Akane's breasts, her hot skin pressing against yours, her black dress covering her completely yet at the same time presents her as naked, it hugs her body in that sexy nude sort of way despite the disappointing lack of skin on display.
You look down into her cute face, her cheeks flushing once again in that cute embarrassed and seemingly aroused way that makes your heart and member throb in tandem. Her pink eyes stare adoringly back at you, their shining beauty making your heart stutter pleasantly.
"Ready?" She asks nervously, her breasts swaying despite still encasing your arm. Her mannerisms are back to being that cute anime like girl instead of that smooth, teasing seductress that in your mind could rival Jezebel.
Honestly you don't know which version of her you prefer, the cute, innocent girl that makes your heart and impressive member throb or the temptress with her sexy allure that makes your body heat up with arousal, causing your member to throb with primal need. The question tugs at the back of your mind as you quickly refocus to the restaurant and its expensive looking entrance.
You look into her eyes and offer a simple yet heart filled, "yes," to answer her earlier question of if you were ready.
She smiles, a mix of shy relief and seductive hunger, all hidden behind her anime like aesthetic and mannerisms that gives her that adorably alluring air. "Lets go," she says, breasts still sandwiching your arms in a deceptively agressive lovers hold.
Heat rushes, once more,to your member. Your arousal painfully apparrent as you try to adjust discretely. "Y, yeah l lets g go," you stutter embarrassed and flusteredly, heat rushing to your cheeks aswell, bathing your face in deep shameful crimson.
She pulls you along with eagerness, breasts wagging like a finger as she moves. Her plush, soft heat pressing against your biceps, the arousing flesh jiggles as it washes your skin in slow juddering movements. Slow suggestive movements that almost makes your buddy spring back to life more dramatically than Frankenstien's monster.
You cross the threshold at a too fast to be lesurely pace, Akane dragging you along excitedly.
Your mind is still too focused on her breasts and shifting mannerisms, the seductress, the shy girl, and that cute anime wall she puts up that perfectly blends the two together. The way her boobs, press against your side as they trap your arm sexily. Your brain is too focused on this sexual nonesense that you almost forget you're on a date. Almost.
The interior that your sex adled brain sees is expensively lavish, long regal red curtains outline large full length windows. Beautiful multicolored glass that swirls with untold stories of colour and light, stories of heroes and food that you cant quite understand. Like those grand windows you see in cathedrals with tales you only half understand.
The walls are a sort of creamy pink, a soft romantic colour that screams date. The colours and delicate silence set the atmosphere perfectly, filling you with a mix of giddy joy and minor nervousness.
Your stomach flutters with a mix of hunger and nervousness, feeling like a thousand winged insects are pushing against your stomach wall, smashing themselves into the soft lining of your belly in an uncomfortable tumble.
"Nervous?" Akane whispers teasingly, her blonde hair ruffling against your shoulder as she looks up at you once more. You nod, the muscles in your neck feel especially taut, moving them feels like bending steel. It's as if the nervous energy you've been carrying has started to rust your muscles and bones, making them feel heavy and tense while simultaneously making you and your body feel fragile and weak like a spring pulled too far, the force making the usually tensile material fragile and bent out of shape.
You swallow, your saliva tasting strangely sweet in your mouth, sickly sweet. You feel your face pale, the heat that had been surrounding your skin slowly drains as your complexion worsens considerably. Your eyes dart closed, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. "Don't vomit, don't vomit, don't vomit," you think furiously, silently willing your complexion back and stomach to settle. The insects in your stomach rumble in protest indignantly at your seemingly futile attempt to avoid vomiting.
"Are you okay?" Akane asks, her voice laced with nervousness and spiked with worry. Her voice still sounds strangely unbothered despite her cute worried expression and the worry that is present. "I uh need," You hold back a wretch, "I need the toilet." Your voice is strained and filled with urgency. Akane pulls you through a door, shoving you in a room that is clearly a bathroom but... it doesn't have a urinal.
She forces you into a cubicle as the realisation hits you, your in the girl's bathroom. Akane lets go of your arm, your flesh slips from her arousing warmth. You don't react, you force the toilet seat up and bend over it, your mouth opens quickly.
Stringing sweet saliva floods your mouth, and you feel your throat constrict dangerously. The muscles tense just below your chin in the unpleasant feeling of pre-vomit. Your stomach flips, acid rising uncomfortably, mouth dripping the sickly sweet saliva into the toilet. You feel the urge, you wretch, abs clenching as the muscles constrict, forcing those wet urging sounds to rip from your throat in the sickly song of vomiting. The acid ejects itself violent, passing through the sweet tasting tunnel that is your drool dripping mouth, the mix of bile and half digested food from lunch changes the flavour in your mouth from sickly sweet to bitter and icky.
Akane's small hand rests between your shoulder blades as she rubs gently, encouraging the vomiting and comforting you gently.