This story was written in the fashion of a role play. Some parts will be edited to flow better in the style of a story, but it will mostly remain in the same format. I wrote the part of Yoshiki and my friend is responsible for the part of Ayumi. The writing was done by us, but we do not own the franchise or characters included.

Side note: in this story, Ayumi is more based off of her game personality(you all know what we mean) rather than her sweeter manga counterpart, that we usually use.

Ayumi had been blind sided when her long-time boyfriend, Keitaro, suddenly broke up with her. It had been completely unexpected. Yes, they had fought a decent amount but that was expected from a relationship no longer in the starry-eyed phase. He said something about needing space, how they were in college and he never intended to get involved in a long-term relationship, and that he wanted to experience more before settling down. She replied by throwing her hair-dryer at his head. She was pissed off, feeling incredibly stupid and low for letting a boy get the best of her.

After calling Naomi and complaining about the entire thing, her long-time friend insisted they go out with the boys. Just a fun night with friends to get her mind off of Keitaro. She had been reluctant, but she admittedly missed the group. It still felt weird not seeing them everyday, even though she was a Sophomore attending University. The four had been through a lot together, though... so, it was natural she'd fall back to them when times were rough.

They had all met at a restaurant first where they got the opportunity to talk and catch up. Nothing new was really happening to any of them, but the familiarity was comforting. When the meal came to a close, it was suggested they really hit the city now. Again, she had been reluctant, since clubs were never easy for her to get into. Though, of course she had a fake I.D. Keitaro had actually gotten it for her... She went along with the idea, the overwhelming desire hitting her to just let loose.

They had failed getting into the first club, though the second was less strict and allowed them all in with no complaints. The loud dubstep music in her ears was hard to adjust to, but the atmosphere was instantly drawing her in. The entire club was very dark, except for flashing colored light moving in rhythm to the music. As Satoshi and Naomi went out to join the mass of people dancing, Ayumi felt a bit of a pang. She was used to having Keitaro around to fall back on with this type of stuff. Though, it wasn't like she was completely alone at the moment. She turned to Yoshiki, demanding he dance with her, since she was quick to notice from their high school days together that he very rarely, if ever, said no to her.

Out on the floor, her body moving in time with the music against Yoshiki's, she found her abdomen burning in a familiar desire. The only problem with this type of desire is that she no longer had an outlet for it. A vibrator hardly matched up to a man's touch, even if it did allow some type of relief. The heat developing was making her head feel fogged over. Yoshiki knew how to move, making her wonder if he knew how to move in another way. Her mind quickly took a turn and refused to exit such ideas. As a song began to fade into the moment of another song, Ayumi grabbed Yoshiki's jacket and tugged his ear to her mouth. She didn't want anyone else hearing this. "Kishinuma... let's head back to your place," she said with a light, seductive purr.

Yoshiki had been pretty shocked when Naomi called him earlier. Though they were all still close, the thing they went through binding them together for a long time to come, most were too busy to ever get into contact. Especially him, because he not only had college like the other three, he also had work that wasn't optional, if he didn't want to live on the streets that is. Then he was given the news that Ayumi's boyfriend had broken up with her. He had a very wide array of emotions... Anger, that he'd to that to her, sad at the potential depression she was going through, though most of all, he was happy. It felt wrong to be in high spirits after a breakup, but he couldn't help it. As it much as it frustrated him, he was still in love with her, still like a goddamn dog following her around in the hopes of a pat on the head. Even if they were hardly around one another anymore, he just couldn't let go, even if he really wanted to, which he did. The lingering affection made it impossible to move on to anyone new... So, despite him being in his twenties, he was still a virgin, both in the normal sense and to dating. It was enough to drive him crazy...

Anyways, the day had been overall good, and seemed to raise Ayumi's spirits. Being around everyone was pretty refreshing to him, too. He bet they all really needed this reunion, it was a shame they couldn't do it more. He had been a bit more reluctant to go to some club, but Ayumi eventually broke down and agreed, and he wanted more time to be with his missed friend... Well, more than that to him, but he doubted anyone else noticed. Except his inability to say no to her, which was illustrated in said club, he didn't give much, if any other, clues.

It was somewhere during the dance, or random moving, or whatever it could be called in a place like this, that he felt Ayumi grab his jacket. It was so random, it took his mind a moment to catch up with what she had really said into his ear, and... with that kind of voice... He was sort of worried he'd 'lose control' in public... What was this called? Rebound? At this point, he was pathetic and desperate, so he couldn't find any sort of power, or want, to say no. "Alright," he replied with a smirk. He had no reason to be quiet, since such an answer didn't really point to anything. Not that anyone around cared. Anyone who was here was probably headed in that direction anyways.

Given that small conversation, or rather, demand, after they were all worn out from the club, or it was just too late for the school-goers, they left. The group split into duos, which wasn't really that strange. Ayumi did live in the same vague direction as him, same with Naomi and Satoshi... Whether or not they had others plans was beyond him, nor did he really care. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if they had been on each other since the end of high school.

Once they were close enough to his apartment door, he took out his keys, so he'd be ready and could get in quick. It was probably sad to be this gung-ho for a rebound, since it probably wouldn't actually mean anything, but just the prospect that he'd get to be like this with Ayumi was exciting. He unlocked and opened the door, going in and shutting it after Ayumi walked in. He locked it back, going further in to toss his keys onto the table. He didn't plan to initiate anything, since he didn't know when she'd be fully ready. She had asked about it, so he thought to give her the courtesy to start this too. He moved to turn on the light, just to do something trivial to give Ayumi time to decide what she wanted to do, and when she wanted to do it.

Ayumi's mind was pretty much one-tracked when he agreed, since she knew he must have caught the underlying meaning of the demand. The walk back to his place felt like it was taking too long. Her mind flicking with images and ideas of what they could do together. The potential of this messing up their friendship didn't even cross her lust-filled mind. Yoshiki was attractive, familiar, and available. It just felt like the perfect way to fulfill this need because she would never be one for plucking a stranger from a bar to sleep with. Inside the apartment, she had to reflect on how nice it must be to have your own place. She lived in a dorm with a roommate, so obviously intimate things had been harder to find time for with Keitaro. Also, there was also the bothersome fact that the walls were paper-thin, so she was pretty sure the rooms near her's could hear everything. After all, she had heard them some nights as well. It was just an accepted fact of dorm living. Such details of privacy seemed to be less of an issue with this situation... it was nice. It assisted in getting her in the mood even more so. Inside she stripped herself of her jacket, folding it over a chair to grab later. She didn't want to waste any time talking or standing around, so she approached him and pressed her lips against his. It was hardly a moment before her tongue moved to try and gain access to Yoshiki's mouth.

Yoshiki didn't even have time to turn on the light, his journey towards the switch intercepted by Ayumi. They hadn't even really gotten into anything, just a simple kiss, and he was already loving it. Just the small contact with her soft lips threw his love-crazed heart for a loop. Then, of course, came the tongue, to which he eagerly allowed access, but he more or less dominated her mouth instead. At this point, with the intimacy slowly rising and his arms winding around her waist, his mind was going with instinctual movements. He had no idea of how good of a first time this would go, but he weirdly didn't worry over it. Not at this point, when his mind only wanted to focus on the taste he had lusted for for years upon years. And maybe letting his body do as it pleased was better than letting worry consume him. Everything probably went better, an overall better performance if he wasn't stressed over doing poorly.

Ayumi felt a tingling sensation travel through her limbs as he took control and dominance over the kiss. It was completely different than what it had felt like with Keitaro, though she wasn't really sure why. Maybe it was the lack of emotional attachment. Not that she didn't care about Yoshiki or anything, but he wasn't someone she would ever be interested in spending her life with. One hot, passionate night was something she needed, and he seemed fully capable of succeeding in giving her just that. Her one hand slid over his shoulder and trailed up his neck to move her fingers into his hair. Her other hand snaked between them and began to move against his length. She didn't want any misunderstanding to what her goal to this was, though she doubted even Yoshiki was that slow to not have caught on by now.

Yoshiki continued the kiss eagerly, but his patience for foreplay was wearing thin when her own hands came to life, more specifically the one that trailed south. He didn't even want to pause to make for the bedroom, instead just laying her against the couch, not even breaking the kiss. Any thoughts at all were eliminated at this point, just desperate lust remained. He had only ever gotten himself off, so to be making love with Ayumi was like a surreal bliss. The hand that had helped make the descent smooth got the urge to explore a little, starting at her waist to trail up under her shirt. He was absolutely enamored with being allowed to feel her soft and warm skin that he had only merely fantasized about before, so he was taking his time savoring this. After all, this was probably a one-time chance.

Ayumi laid back against the couch with no protest, hardly having the patience herself to break the action to go to the bedroom. Though, it would have probably been easier to be in a bed, she wasn't concerned too much where the sex would happen. She could manage to one-handed undo the button and push the zipper down, a movement she has done plenty of times before. She gasped sharply against his mouth as his hands moved under her shirt, though made the effort to keep the movements of their tongues unbroken. She moved her other hand from the back of his head downward to tug his pants and boxers down enough to expose his dick. Her hand grasped it with a firm grip, traveling up and down as she was honestly curious about his size. She could tell he was bigger than Keitaro, though the difference wasn't large enough to make her nervous about the fit or anything. She knew she could handle Yoshiki. Although, as his hands went over her body, for a moment she felt a bit concerned. There was a feeling... well, no, feeling wasn't the right word. It felt good... rather... there was a vibe she couldn't place coming off from his touch... She pushed the thought away, though, because she didn't want anything distracting her. It had felt like forever since she had been fucked.

Yoshiki didn't even want to take the time to remove anything from her that was unnecessary to. He'd like to see her like that, but with nothing running through his head but the actual sex, his body was too impatient for anything and his mind wasn't stopping for any detours. It felt like a flood of relief when his dick was freed from any fabric, though her grip and touching were making his ability to wait wear even thinner. It must have been non-existent at this point, as the hand that had spent a bit getting to know her upper body went south again, but further. His hand reached her thigh, almost to her knee, to sneak under her skirt and push it up. Again, he didn't have the time to remove the skirt any. Maybe if this was a multiple round thing, he would later, but for this first time, and possibly only time, his body felt like it was on some sort of timer. His fingers hooked on the waistband of her panties, pulling them down a considerable amount, definitely enough to actually start things. There was still the looming fact that he was a virgin, and probably had no real idea how this actually worked, but he felt he knew enough. All that he didn't know, his body seemed to instinctively. He moved to position himself against her, not action really happening yet but he was already really fired up. This... was Ayumi's pussy, and he had made her wet. The fact that he wasn't her first didn't do much to strike his mood down. All that mattered was that he was with her now, and that he'd make sure her ex couldn't even compare to him. His hand moved again once he knew he was aimed correctly, and took hold of her hip to help stabilize her. Since she had been through this before, he found it unnecessary to ask if she was ready, or take any sort of precaution. So, without further delay, he thrust into her, his mind blanking with the jolt of unfamiliar pleasure. This was amazing... and would only get better. Even though as he began to adopt a pace of grinding, and his mouth's actions were hindered by pants and such, he still attempted to start kissing and sucking at the skin of her neck. He was pretty sure that was a sensitive spot for some. Not that he could really think out his actions outside of his thrusts, as the mind-numbing pleasure of her constricting walls eliminated everything else. Though, through all of this loss of control, he still minded not to say anything about his deeper feelings. Even he could tell this was not that sort of thing, and absolutely knew for sure that if he said something like that, this whole mood would be killed. Well, he was pretty sure, and that was enough to keep it concealed out of fear. He didn't want to lose this chance with her, or the potential to do this sort of thing again.

Ayumi had no problem as his hands moved down her body to hike her skirt up and pull her panties down. She felt incredibly impatient; her body heated up from her spiked arousal. Her hands moved to his back, grabbing at the fabric of his jacket. Her legs were spread and somewhat wrapped around him as he positioned himself. There was something inherently exciting about having sex with someone new, since the sex with Keitaro towards the end had been... well, pretty bad. It had been too long since she has had a good release, and she could only hope Yoshiki would get her where she needed to go. As he moved into her, her back arched into him out of instinct. She could hardly keep a steady pace of her breathing as he began to grind against her insides with unforgivable friction. She gasped and mewled in pleasure, her volume only rising it as his mouth found her neck. She tilted her head to give him better access. Her neck had always been a good way to get her riled up, the feeling of tongue and teeth against the skin driving her deeper into heat. She was quick to pick up on his pace, her hips moving in time with his thrusts. Even as her mind was clouded with the feeling of him inside of her, she couldn't help but pick up on that vibe again. In his touch and movements... there was a sort of... affection? The thought was interrupted as a grind hit her g-spot, causing her to become a moaning mess. The pressure building up inside of her was wonderful, causing her to see fireworks behind her eyes.

Yoshiki got to a point where his mouth was useless. It felt way too good to push down groans, and the excitement put his heart, and lungs, in overdrive. The heat and pressure building inside was getting to the point where it was close to release, but since he still had the rival thing going with her ex to be better than him, he would hold off as long as he could until he got Ayumi to that point too. So he kept grinding in rhythm against her, keeping pace but sometimes pushing deeper inside. He never thought anything could feel this good... But now that he had a taste, he couldn't get enough. This was definitely as amazing as it was rumored to be, and he couldn't even imagine how amazing it would feel to finally let himself hit his breaking point.

Ayumi couldn't hold back noises as the warmth in her abdomen sent electricity to her brain. Though, as much as she lost control of the noises coming out of her mouth, she bit back any utterance of a name. Crying out at all for him just seemed too close to a point she didn't want to cross with him. Plus, calling out a last name during sex was sorta weird, and she definitely didn't want to cry out his first name. The last thing she wanted was him thinking this was the beginning of anything more intimate between them. Her hips suddenly stalled in movement as her body had all it could take and allowed her release. Her legs and hips quivered, her inner walls constricting around his length as juices spilled out of her, over his dick. She shuddered as the orgasm passed, her pants heavy at the long-waited release.

Yoshiki felt overwhelming relief and confidence when he felt her body stall and constrict. Heh, for a first time, this didn't turn out so bad. With another movement against her walls or so, he gave one final, deep thrust before reaching his climax. It was a lot better than when he got himself off. A hundred times better, and afterword, his mind no longer had the ability to think, and he was pretty dead tired all around. He pulled out of her, which was easily done thanks to her own orgasm. Since this wasn't a bed, he couldn't just collapse beside her, so he was stuck, tired and panting lightly. As he recovered a little, his mind wondered as to what would happen now. Was she in for multiple rounds, or, the more likely option, would she just leave? Even though it was painful, he expected nothing more to come from this, so it wouldn't be a surprise. It was better to accept and know the reality of the situation before getting your hopes up or go making dangerous assumptions.

Ayumi whimpered lightly at the final thrust and the feeling of him releasing inside of her. It was then she realized she probably should have made him wear a condom. Oh god, she was going to kill him if she just caught an STD or something. After all, she had no freakin' clue about the girls Yoshiki has slept with. It wasn't like he ever mentioned or brought around a girlfriend, so she assumed he probably just slept with girls he could find. The entire thing happened in such a whirlwind, she hadn't really considered the safety precautions she should have taken. It was a little awkward to ask, but at this point she needed to make sure she wasn't diseased to really just enjoy the satisfied hum pulsating through her. "Aah, you are clean, right?" she asked through heavy breaths.

Yoshiki was still a bit winded when he heard Ayumi ask something. Eh? Clean? It took him a moment to realize what she meant. Well, yeah, of course he was, but the proof to the answer was a little embarrassing. At least it was so harmful to a guy's pride, that no man would ever lie about it. They'd easier say the truth than something so pathetic... Well, pathetic in the minds of guys. "Yeah, don't worry... I, ah, haven't slept with anyone else, or shot up," he noted with a small, uneasy chuckle. Yep, he was undoubtedly clean, which he guessed was a good thing in most respects.

Ayumi's relief that she didn't have to go making any doctor's appointments was quickly pushed aside as she took in his assurances that she didn't catch anything. Did he just admit...? She had to have misheard him. Her head cocked to the side as she look at him with a raised eyebrow. "Wait, are you saying you are, well, were a virgin?" she questioned, thinking there was some miscommunication between the two of them. No way was that his first time.

Yoshiki narrowed to the side, feeling a rush of embarrassment that she questioned it. Great, as if one time wasn't enough... "Y-yeah... Geez, don't make me say it twice," he grumbled with a blush, not that it could be seen past the red tint the heat had created. Her shock at the matter was both mortifying and... somewhat pleasing. Why? Well, it meant that he must have done better than a virgin, right? If he was bad, she probably could have came to the conclusion herself. So, at least there was that.

"Huh..." Ayumi said thoughtfully, unsure how she felt about taking his virginity. Not that it really meant anything beyond sex, but first times would never be forgotten. Plus, that was admittedly the best lay she's had in a while. Her and Keitaro's sex life was suffering greatly by the time he decided to end it. It had been pretty common for him to get relief, leaving her hanging because he'd be too tired to finish the job. God forbid she try to finish herself off, too. Keitaro always took that as an affront to his manhood or something... gah, she was better off without the jerk. That had been good and she didn't catch a disease from it. "Heh, well, good job, I s'pose," she told him with a small half-smirk. It was pretty cute and pathetic that he had never once fucked anyone before tonight.

Yoshiki gave her a flat look, for some reason not finding her comment much of a compliment. It was really strange that after what just transpired, they were still pretty joking around each other, like friends. Well, he guessed that was good... It surely meant no harm had been done to their friendship, right? "I'm not sure you're being serious...," he told her bluntly, obviously still embarrassed. "Go ahead and laugh. I know you want to," he grumbled, just being straight forward with how he assumed she felt about it. After all, that's how he always approached things. Just because he was older and in college didn't mean he was anymore tactful.

Ayumi couldn't fight back a full smirk, shaking her head lightly at him. Men were really sensitive about this stuff, weren't they? It was a little surprising he would just go ahead and say it, but that was Yoshiki for you. Blunt and tactless as ever. Though, she guessed she could understand the worry, since no one wanted to be bad in bed, man or woman. She honestly was close to laughing at him, but she had the good sense to hold it back to the amused smirk. After all, she was hoping for some more goes at it before leaving. It wasn't like she was going to be getting fucked anytime soon, since she really didn't like the idea of sleeping around, and she refused to jump back into another relationship for a long time. "It was good, Kishinuma," she assured him, patting his head. "Really, best I've had in a while, and I'm not being facetious."

Yoshiki still seemed a bit skeptic, but he guessed he'd give her the benefit of the doubt. Though, it was a little hurtful to his ego that is was the best she's had in a while. That meant her ex was better a while ago, didn't it? He may be reading too much into it, and obviously cared too much, but he couldn't help it. He didn't like that she had had better at any time. Hah, he was being so possessive, and he was still only her friend. "If you say so..," he said in a huff, glancing to the side.

Ayumi raised an eyebrow at him, wondering why he was being so huffy. She hadn't even believed him at first when he said he was a virgin. Ah, geeze, she couldn't handle this cradling a guy's ego thing. "Don't be so pouty," she scolded him in irritation. She wasn't going to soothe his ego any further with compliments, since it wasn't her job. She had said he was good, what more did he want? Well, she had no idea what he wanted to hear, but she certainly knew what she wanted to do. A glint appeared in her eyes as her hand moved back down south to find his flaccid dick. How long had it been since he came? Ah, she couldn't keep track of time. Hopefully long enough that he could get it up again. "You up for another round?" she questioned with her smirk unwavering. Maybe it wasn't best to more-or-less challenge or tease him any further, but she couldn't help herself.

Yoshiki glanced to her with a slight grimace, but he wasn't really mad with her or anything. He was just bitter about being less than her ex at some point during their relationship. It was nothing he faulted her for, or something he expected her to repair. It was just a natural feeling to someone who held a crush that was lasting way too long. He flinched as she went to touch him again, and even though he wasn't completely recovered from his weariness, he was energized enough to feel more heat build up. "If you are," he responded with a smirk, his hurt pride forgotten in his lust. This... was pretty much the best night of his life up to this point.

Ayumi laughed lightly at his response, beaming at the reply. This night was certainly going better then she expected. Hell, she had thought she might end up getting drunk at the club to pass out later, but she hadn't even gotten a drop of alcohol in her before the dancing and heat stirred her. "Don't you worry about me," she told him with confidence. She could keep up with him no problem, she suspected. Although... "Can we move to your bed though?" she questioned, since she definitely preferred the larger space and less confining piece of furniture.

Yoshiki smiled lightly at her laugh, always being quite a fan of it. It was weird... Even after this, once they became distant again like before, it would definitely be the more innocent things he'd miss...He sat back off of her, pulling up his bottoms, since even walking the short distance to the bedroom would be awkward waddling around or without pants at all. "Of course," he said with a light nod, moving through the darkness his eyes had become accustomed to. He wondered just how many times he'd last... Despite his good first performance, he was still inexperienced, which meant he probably didn't have the stamina she had. Didn't mean he wouldn't try his best in that department too, though.

Ayumi was exhausted, her legs quivering slightly from all the physical activity she was putting her body through. She was smiling lightly to herself, the covers over her bare body. They had managed a couple more rounds, but by the end she could tell Yoshiki was ready to pass out and she was too. As tempting as it was to roll over and fall asleep, she resisted the temptation. Sleeping over was what she would do if he was her boyfriend, which wasn't even an option in her mind. She shifted slightly, glancing at his peaceful, sleeping expression. It had certainly been a good night... great, even. Though... this had been a pick-me-up... She had no interest in Yoshiki romantically. Such a thought wouldn't have bothered her at all just a handful of hours ago. But, throughout the course of their night together, the meaning behind that 'vibe' she kept noticing quickly became apparent. It was in his touch... and in his eyes. It made her worry that Yoshiki may have been interested in more than sex. Which would make the idea bubbling in her head absolutely awful and cruel to go through with, right? Though, the entire night had worked out so perfectly. She felt calm and relaxed from all the times he gave her relief. His touch felt good. Really good. So... maybe she just could- 'No... no. I can't do that. I mean... it would be taking advantage,' she realized with a soft sigh. She forced herself to sit up. Her ab muscles were sore, as they always were after a night like this. She moved quietly to find her clothes, not wanting to disturb him. 'It would be alright, though, wouldn't it?' she questioned herself as she began to redress. 'It's not like I can find this anywhere else. A guy that cares for me... possibly has a crush... maybe even loves me. He makes love to me, it isn't just a quick fuck,' she thought as she glanced at him once more before slipping out of the bedroom. She grabbed her coat, putting it on. 'It'll be alright... right? It isn't like I told him I feel the same. My intentions are clear. So, if he agrees, surely it's fine,' she finally concluded with a small smile. She had nothing to feel bad about, the arrangement would serve them both.