Evening in Delight

The sun was setting though the cherry bosoms falling in the breeze. The steady beating of Kyon's heart longed to be with Haruhi once again. It had only been a few days since their first kiss, that night in the empty school; he could still feel her lips lingering on his. Gentle rays of sunset warmed Kyon's tired body, tugging him closer to dreams.

Dreams... had that night been nothing but a dream?

Kyon knew that the moments they shared together must have been real, but they seemed so distant now. Suddenly his bed felt empty and cold. Haruhi's bright hazel eyes beckoned his soul to cry out for her, but he feared that if he did, he might not be able to stop.

He shouldn't even like her. Haruhi was crazy, a selfish child that did nothing but cause him trouble. And there was Mikuru, she was the one he should like. She was cute, kind, beautiful and gentle like the breeze. And as if to prove a point, a warm breeze wafted in through the window, easing away the chill that thoughts of Haruhi brought about. Then, for some reason, Haruhi's eyes filled his mind, her soft features, her warm lips begging to be kissed.

NO!

He couldn't take it anymore. Thinking of Haruhi was like watching train wreak. Kyon laid back in his bed and shut his eyes. Counting back from five hundred, he fell in to a storming sea of nightmares, each of them about Haruhi.

Do I have to deal with this kind of thing every day?

Kyon had walked in on Haruhi pulling the clothes off of Mikuru as she normally did. But, Mikuru's naked flesh wasn't the only thing on display, Haruhi too had her clothes off. She had apparently started changing but stopped to help Mikuru out of hers. At this point, Kyon would normally slam the door, letting his respect for Mikuru overpower his teenage hormones, but Kyon couldn't look away. This was the first time he had seen Haruhi's body this exposed. She didn't have the same ideal figure that Mikuru possessed, but Haruhi was beautiful in her own way. Her small breasts were as perky as she was, her creamy skin looked perfect, as if made of porcelain. Mikuru covered herself with her hands crying, but Haruhi turned and pointed at Kyon menacingly. Kyon felt a throb in his pants when he saw the bit of hair that barely covered her crotch.

She isn't even trying to cover herself, I can see everything.

"Get the hell out of here Kyon." Haruhi snapped.

Kyon held his ground, "You didn't have any problems changing in front of me before."

Finally covering herself, Haruhi retorted, "Well, you didn't have that stupid perverted look on your face before."

Kyon slammed the door on the way out, kicking himself for not taking a longer look. She really is beautiful. Minutes passed while the girls changed and Kyon let his excitement subside. Mikuru popped her head out of the door and motioned that it was okay for him to enter. The first thing he noticed wasn't what the two club members were wearing, bunny girl outfits, what he noticed was that there were two other club members there as well. Nagato was sitting in her normal corner, her face glued inside a book, and Koizumi was there too, grinning like an idiot.

"Why didn't he have to leave the room?" Kyon screamed out in frustration.

Koizumi smiled and started to apologize, but Haruhi cut him off, "Because he isn't a dirty old pervert."

Tensions ran high in the club room that day. Every time Kyon would stop to remember what he had seen, Haruhi would hit him over the head and scold him about boundaries. Like she's one to talk... Mikuru went about being eye candy, bringing them all tea and bouncing in her outfit. Nagato stayed plastered to her book. She couldn't interesting her way out of a wet paper bag. And Koizumi sat across from Kyon playing "go" and being more flamboyant than necessary.

As club ended, Haruhi called out to Kyon, "Kyon, you're staying after to help me." It wasn't a request.

As they waited for the other members to clear out, Kyon wondered what stupid tasks Haruhi would be wasting his time with today. Nagato was the last to leave, having to be lifted out of her chair and placed out of the door like a dog or something. Now that they were alone, Kyon expected Haruhi to tell him why they were there, but it never came. Before he realized it, she was removing the bunny girl outfit, staring straight at him.

"Wait, what are you doing? At least warn me so I can leave the room." Kyon stammered in unwilling protest.

"You don't have to leave. Not now, at least." She said, softly.

"What?!" Kyon said, shocked out of his mind.

"I know this is what you were looking at." Haruhi said as her outfit fell to the ground in a heap.

Kyon could see goose bumps popping up across her skin. He could also see two other things pop up, reacting to the cool afternoon air. Haruhi struck a seductive pose, and motioned for him to join her. As he approached cautiously, Kyon felt his legs growing weak, his body shivering with something other than cold. He reached out to touch her shivering body, but she swatted away his hand.

"Not yet, it's your turn." Haruhi commanded.

This can't be good... but how can I say no to her standing there like that?

Kyon unbuttoned his shirt, and pulled it off. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he tossed them to the side of the room. His hands went to his pants, but he hesitated for a moment. He wanted to stop, but his body was begging him to get on with it. Off came his pants, then his boxers. He was standing there as naked as the girl in front of him.

"Now what?" He asked nervously.

"Dance for me," Haruhi said in an uninterested tone.

Like hell I will But Kyon could see the fury in Haruhi's eyes, so he did as he was told. It wasn't much of a dance, it was more like shifting his weight back and forth while bouncing his shoulders out of rhythm, but it seemed sufficient enough to please Haruhi's strange needs. She walked over to Kyon and gave a similar sort of dance, but let her bare stomach brush across Kyon's stomach. The effect was instant, Kyon's cock bolt upright and poked in to Haruhi's stomach.

"That's more like it." Haruhi said, still bored with the situation.

She reached out with cold fingers and grasped Kyon's blood filled appendage, which sent a shiver down Kyon's back. With regard to Kyon's comfort, Haruhi gave a few rough jerks with her hand, feeling the blood pumping hard in Kyon's cock. A few more pumps and Kyon was moaning softly. With a twitch and a shudder, Kyon lost control and shot a spurt of hot cum on to Haruhi's chest. She continued to pump sending spurt after spurt of sticky cum shooting out of Kyon's twitching cock. It was like pumping a ketchup dispenser but a little more exciting.

"White? Don't you have blue cum or something?" Haruhi said, disappointedly.

She wiped up a large amount of cum off her chest with a finger and rolled it around, examining it. She brought it up to her nose and gave it a quick sniff, wrinkling up her nose at the strange unpleasant smell. After one last look, she brought the finger in to her mouth and licked it clean.

"Gross..." She said, still bored.

Feeling a little irritated, Kyon scowled, "You missed some."

He pointed at a large spurt of cum that was dripping down between her tits. Then, to his surprise, Haruhi scooped up the rest of the cum and sucked it in to her mouth. There was a sparkle of interest in her eyes as she did this. Kyon walked over and wiped the end of his messy cock off on the tip of her breast, tickling her nipple. She lowered her head and used her hands to bring her breast up to her mouth. She hesitated for a moment, then bought the cum soaked nipple in to her lips and began to lick and suck it clean. Long after it was clean, she continued to suck softly, like a baby feeding from it mother.

She's sucking her own nipple. That's so hot.

Kyon could feel his cock filling painfully full of blood once again. He pushed the tip of it on to Haruhi's lips, feeling her lips kiss it while she sucked on her nipple. After taking a much needed breath, Haruhi turned to the messy cock in front of her and gave it the same loving treatment she gave herself. Kyon shivered and shook as his already sensitive cock was sucked in to Haruhi's warm wet mouth. It was the same mouth that gave him so many headaches during the few months he had spent in the club. Kyon lost control of his body. He grabbed the back of Haruhi's head and started to thrust in and out of her hungry mouth. With one last mighty trust he hit the back of her throat and sent another hot load right down Haruhi's throat.

Haruhi toweled off and put her normal clothes back on. Kyon guessed that whatever had just happened was now over, so he too started pulling on his clothing. No words were spoken, no looks exchanged, they both just went their separate ways. Haruhi seemed bored out of her mind and Kyon was too shocked to think of anything to say. At the gate they separated and headed home.

As night fell Kyon laid there in his bed, remembering what happened. It was all a blur to him, everything seemed overwhelming and his mind could focus on any particular memory. It was like trying to hold on to a dream, all he saw were flashes of what happened, but couldn't see anything for more than an instant before it slipped through his hands like water. Had it all been a dream?

Author’s notes

The blue cum reference is from some picture I found on the internet, I don’t know who drew it.

The first part of this story, all the WAFF, was written separately from all the HET and I put the two together. I know there’s a strange and drastic change in tone, but I think it worked out.

Check out my original fic Bittersweet Dream. I’ve had very little traffic on it, and I’m trying to get a feel for what people think. If you've got some time to kill and liked this story, you might like it.

And thanks to all the people that have left me feedback. It’s you people that keep me going.
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