World\'s Best Sundae

Anyone else would have found it distracting, knowing that their childhood friend/enemy/friend/crush/enemy/something-or-other was sitting in the stands watching them step up to bat. In fact, anyone else would have been nervous or anxious or upset at the sudden arrival. But not Hanai. No. Most certainly not Hanai. He was better than that. The game was the game no matter who came to watch, and he wasn't going to let something as tedious as a familiar face staring at him excitedly-excitedly?-shake his skilled focus. The team needed his talent right now, so baseball be damned if he was going to keep glancing up into the stands like some-is she waving at me? Why is she smiling like that? Goddamnit, I don't need this right now! Look away, Hanai. Look awa-

"Hanai!" The coach barked out his name loud enough for polar bears in the arctic to be yanked from their slumber. "Stop flirting and get your ass to the plate!"

"I’m not!" he hissed, though he still did as told, and quick about it. "I was analyzing their pitcher, that's all..." he mumbled under his breath, not caring who heard; mostly trying to convince himself anyway.

Taking a second to knock the dirt from his cleats, Hanai settled into his stance, bat at the ready. 'Bring it on.'


It had been close, but in the end, thanks to his irreplaceable talent, Hanai's team had won, making for a very spirited gathering of fans, family, and old friends after the game, the stands emptying out onto the field for hugs and congratulations. One friend in particular making her way straight for Hanai.

“Wow!” Rynn smiled, hugging him without warning. Hanai blushed, abruptly aware of how different it was hugging her post puberty. “You’ve really gotten good, Hanai!”

“Thanks…” He cleared his throat, pulling out of the hug awkwardly. “You too.” He blanched. “I mean, you know… Just, thanks, I guess.” Rynn raised an eyebrow at him and laughed.

It had been nearly eight years since he’d seen her last. Their parents had been good friends all throughout their individual pregnancies, adamant about their children being just as close. For the first few years it went swimmingly, but of course, as boys and girls go, it eventually turned sour. What started as forced friendship grew quickly to distaste, then to hatred, bouncing back and forth throughout the next few years of play dates and birthday parties. Eventually it became habit, an indifference of sorts, which is when the “crush” syndrome started to infect. It wasn’t that he liked her, or anything. But she was a girl. And after the first few insults, he realized that hanging out with girls just wasn’t cool. You could catch cooties or pneumonia something… So, what could have been a crush became an enemy again, settling back into a sort of friend, and after a while, a memory. Until Hanai’s mother got a very unexpected phone call. Now, his hazy memory was standing in front of him, big-boobed and smiling, and staying at his house for the next few days… in his room.

“I mean it, though, Hanai,” Rynn smiled, softer this time, a smile he’d never seen on her now older and much more attractive-okay, hot. She was fucking hot…-face. “I remember playing T-Ball with you in elementary school. You sucked.” And just like that, the smile shifted into a grin that had Hanai fuming.

“No I didn’t!” He yelled, ego seething, as Rynn crossed her arms, cracking up. “I was the best batter on the team, and you know it!”

“Says you.”

“This coming from the girl who didn’t even WANT to play!” He smirked. “If I remember correctly, you spent most of the games plucking the grass around third base.”

Without realizing, they’d settled back into their old groove, joking with each other, laughing at each other, and eventually, they found themselves saying goodbye to the rest of the team and heading out towards the parking lot, musing over forgotten embarrassments and laughing like they’d never stopped being friends in the first place.

“I’m gonna head out to the car,” Rynn smiled as Hanai made his way towards the dugout to gather up some of his things. “See you at home?”

His heart skipped a beat. “Yeah, sure…” he swallowed, looking away before she had a chance to notice that his cheeks had painted themselves a humiliating shade of red. “S-see ya there.” She chuckled, watching him walk away far too quickly.

In reality, her face had grown hot the very moment she’d hugged him. Rynn couldn’t deny how good looking he’d become, or how the way his voice had deepened really did something to her heart, not to mention between her legs. But it had been so long since they’d seen each other last, and the last thing she wanted to do was ruin it by making a move on the boy. As hot as he was, this was her chance to be friends with him again, so she wasn’t going to let the fact that just being around him turned her on… to get in the way of that. And she would have left it at that if she hadn’t chosen just the moment to pass by the storage closet on the way to the parking lot.

“Ah-Haa!” The poor attempt at a muffled moan escaped from behind the closed door right when Rynn was in earshot. She stopped out of reflex, her heart speeding up. Was someone…? She waited, listening, sure that she’d just imagined it. But the closer she got to the door, the harder she focused, she could hear it.

“Ta-HA-ji-ma-ahh!” cam a female voice, followed shortly by a grunt and a half restrained, “Fuck, Kimiko!”

She backed away, first in shock, then in amusement, then, much to her discomfort, in an intoxication sort of pleasure. Each barely concealed groan, each muffled name panted in that familiar rhythm of sex, went straight from her ears to her crotch, making her squirm. Pulling herself together, before it became too much, Rynn ran a hand over her face, trying her best too cool down and shake it off as she walked the rest of the way to the car.


After attempting to shove all of his equipment into the bag far too quickly, emptying it all out with a curse, shoving it all back in and nearly breaking the zipper to get it closed, Hanai rushed out towards the parking lot, stopping only when his mitt, already dangling off the side of his back in his haste, toppled out and onto the floor. Right in front of the storage closet.

“Sh-shit!” Hanai heard gasped from beyond the door as he bent down to pick up it up. At once, he snapped upright, intrigued.

“No fucking way.” He whispered, stepping closer to the closet to get a better listen. Just as he thought, the sounds of sex were clearly echoed from inside, one of which blatantly Tajima. “That bitch!” He cursed under his breath, trying to figure out who the cleanup hitter was fucking. But all that reached him were breathless panting and the occasional moan. But the more he listened, the more he didn’t care WHO was on the receiving end. In fact, it didn’t matter that it was Tajima in there with someone at all. All Hanai knew, was that the sounds of sex flitting through the storage closet door was making him way more horny than appropriate for still being on the field. Struggling to hide his rapidly growing erection---not an easy task in their baseball uniform---Hanai stumbled the rest of the way to the car, trying not to imagine him and Rynn behind that storage closet door.


Saying that the rest of the evening was awkward would be a hideous understatement. Where before they’d been laughing and joking, now there was nothing but tense silence and sidelong glances filled with every ounce of restraint they could muster. Finally, when it was time to head to bed, Hanai breathed a sigh of relief. Bed meant the day was over, which meant no more avoiding Rynn’s gaze and trying so very, very hard not to touch her. It wasn’t until the both of them walked through the door into his room, however, that he saw the flaw in his plan. Bed might have meant the day was over, but bed also meant having Rynn in his bedroom. The same bedroom he did his homework in and watched movies in and played video games in… and masturbated in on too hot, too empty nights.

“I’m gonna get a little homework done.” “I’m gonna go put on some pajamas,” they say at the same time, stopping to look at each other nervously, Hanai sitting himself down at his desk as Rynn grabbed a few pieces of clothing out of her bag.

“The bathroom’s this way?” Rynn asked offhandedly, trying not to take his silent nod and evading gaze too personally.

Any work he might have gotten done was swiftly cut off the moment Rynn walked back in, her tank top and shorts both revealing and perfectly, intimately casual, his stomach tightening at the sight. So he looked away, staring at the words in his textbook as if expecting them to dance their way into the answers themselves, all the while trying desperately to ignore the awkward silence, and the even more awkward hard-on he was sporting.

Then, Rynn walked to the center of the room and stretched, a sound very much akin to a moan escaping her lips. And Hanai could take more of the silence, breaking through it with the first piece of conversation he could think of.

“So, I think I heard one of our teammates having sex with someone in the storage closet earlier.” He said, mentally chastising himself at once. What sort of fucking ice breaker is that?! But instead of scoffing in disgust, Rynn surprised him by gasping.

“You heard them too?” She laughed. “They were really going at it in there!”

Now, careful to keep his legs crossed, Hanai turned around, smirking. “I’m pretty sure it was our cleanup batter, but I don’t know who he was in there with.”

Rynn shrugged, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “I think he said her name was Kimiko. Or screamed it, rather.” At this, she looked up at him through her eyelashes. “It was kinda hot.”

Hanai swallowed. “Y-yeah, I guess.” Rynn blushed, looking away, old fears of being too forward resurfacing. But the desire to do so anyway was too strong to ignore.

“Maybe we should go to bed…” She blurted before those thoughts could progress any further.

“Yeah, yeah. Sounds good.”

Hanai’s room was spars, a few baseball posters and some bookshelves filled with books, magazines, movies, and video games. In the back, underneath the window, was his bed, and to the side, a few feet away, a futon.

“I’ll take the couch.” He offered, taking off his shirt without thinking, stopping once he was bare-chested to glance at Rynn, the girl obviously eyeing his baseball trained physique. She cleared her throat and looked away. “Sorry.” He mumbled, aiming to put his shirt back on.

“No, wait!” She squeaked suddenly, the boy stopping with shirt only partially over his head. He took it back off, raising an eyebrow at her. “It’s fine. It’s your room. You should be comfortable. I’ll take the couch.” She continued softly, still looking away.

“Naw, it’s fine.” Hanai shrugged. “I’ve slept on the couch plenty. You’ll be-”

“Then let’s at least share it!” She blurted, much to Hanai’s surprise, his dick literally twitching at the idea. He had to sit down again, to make sure she didn’t notice the once again growing lump in his pants, thankful for the first time that they were too big.

“N-no, I… It’s fine, I’ll totally-” he tried, but she smiled, that smile that made his heart forget that it needed to beat to stay running.

“C’mon. There’s plenty of room.” She said, climbing in and patting the empty space next to her. He couldn’t resist. Slowly, making sure his erection would be seen, he sat down on the other side of the bed and waited. For what, he had no clue, but for something. Anything to make this moment less awkward and less strained.

“Hanai?” She whispered, forcing him to turn and look at her directly. She looked so sexy, so sweet, and it was all he could do not to jump on her then and there, something he was sure she wouldn’t think kindly of.

“This is weird.” He grumbled, making to get back up. “I’ll just go-” But before he had the chance, she reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling back into the bed. Curious, he looked at her, still waiting, wondering what could possibly be going on inside in her head.

That’s when she leaned in towards him, mouthing the word, “Don’t.” ever so slightly before she kissed him.

He couldn’t have stopped himself if he wanted to after that, his body acting of its own accord, directed primarily by teenage hormones and the memory of Tajima and Kimiko having sex in the storage closet, the sounds still echoing seductively in his ears. Once her lips had found his, he was completely and irrevocably lost.

It was no more than a gentle pressure of skin on skin at first, the warmth an sweetness of her just barely tickling at the tip of his tongue. Oh yeah. Tongue. That’s right. Slowly, as if asking permission, Hanai to press the wet, eager muscle of his tongue between her lips, grazing ever so slightly at her teeth, exploring the wet cavern of her mouth with borderline desperation once he was permitted inside. She kept up with his kisses though, as frantic and full of clashing teeth and crushed lips and almost biting, almost sucking that they were. More than once, she even took it upon herself to halt the display by grabbing his bottom lip between her teeth, sucking on it teasingly as she looked up at him with hooded eyes, so full of lust it was a turn on in and of itself. So he went with it, straddling her hips and pushing her back into the pillows, continuing to kiss at her mouth, face, neck, anywhere that was within reach. When his teeth just barely grazed her neck at the pulse, she moaned, the sound like an electric shock that shot straight from his ears to his cock, Hanai rolling his hips against hers out of reflex. When she didn’t freak out or push him away, he did it again, his eyes practically rolling into the back of his head at the sensation mixed with the perfect, beautiful sounds coming from the mouth of the girl writhing in all the right ways underneath him.

He had a boner that could cut through glass at this point, and he knew she could feel it, the thin layers of pants and pajama shorts hardly enough of a barrier to keep THAT secret. But she didn’t seem to care. In fact, as his hands began to explore, so did hers. It became a game, like most things between always had been. Who had a better handstand, who could throw the farthest, who could hold their breath the longest, and now, who could touch more, feel more. In a weird way, they were right back where they started, and Hanai couldn’t get enough. Gently, always cautious that somewhere along the line she’d realize her mistake and push him away, Hanai slid a hand beneath her shirt to cup one of her far too tempting breasts, letting his thumb trail over the hardening pink bud. Rynn shivered, giggling softly.

“What?” Hanai broke the kiss and blushed, instantly defensive. Had he touched her wrong? Was she ticklish there? Was this some sort of joke and she waiting for him to do something stupid? Hanai was suddenly all too aware of his own virginity. He wasn’t even sure if she was one or not. For all he knew she could have slept with plenty of guys in the years they’d been apart. It made him angry to think about. He began to sit up, but she wrapped both hands behind his neck and pulled him close.

“No, no! Sorry.” She smirked. “It just felt really good, that’s all…” She blushed in return. But a good blush. A heated, lusty blush that made him forget about everything else. He just wanted to touch her again. To feel warm skin beneath his fingertips, lips against his own.

Rynn arched up into his touch when he began massaging at her breasts, breaking the kiss to lick at the neglected nipple for a second before sucking it into his mouth. His callused hands against her skin gave her goosebumps, each graze of his fingers sending chills up her back and down to her pussy. She breathed in, letting her hands trail first across his back, then around his waist and up to his chest, finally making her way towards his pants, cupping the obvious bugle.

“Ng…” Hanai shuddered, bucking against her hand. “Gods.” Rynn chuckled again, taking that as a go ahead to slip her hand more completely below his waistband, gripping the hot and pulsing member teasingly. Hanai hissed, a breath of pure, lust driven restraint escaping through his teeth. Rynn chuckled evilly.

“Wow, Hanai.” She grinned, suddenly remembering all the times they’d been forced to take baths together when they were toddlers. It seemed miles… and inches… away at this point. “You’ve grown.”

Squeezing playfully at one of her breasts, he smirked, the look so much sexier and more confident than he’d been all day. “So have you.” The look sent a flash of pure, wet heat straight below her navel. She squirmed as he ground against her hand once more before pulling away, her hand slipping free of his pants. After that, it was a mêlée of ripping off clothes and touching and kissing and biting and grinding and every sensation the brain can handle at once without spontaneously combusting, until finally, Rynn pulled back, panting and flushed. Somehow, she’d managed to find herself on top, and decided it the best opportunity.

“Lean back,” she grinned, pushing impishly against his chest until he was nestled in the pillows, nervousness and intrigue written plainly on his face. “I wanna try something.” Kissing him once more on the lips, Rynn crawled back and settled between his legs, his arousal, bobbing painfully hard and much larger than she realized, just inches from her lips. Once he realized what she was aiming for, his eyes fell half lidded and hungry on her form, fingers clenching unconsciously in the sheets.

Timidly at first, Rynn licked a trail from the base of his shaft up to the head, placing a kiss on the tip, Hanai’s fists tightening as his head fell back, eyes now completely closed. Rynn decided at once that blow jobs were way more fun than she could have imagined. That power, that ability to make boys go absolutely crazy, to make Hanai go absolutely crazy, was beyond intoxicating in and of itself. So, using Hanai’s labored breath and lust filled moans, Rynn downed him.

It took all Hanai had not to cum right there, the feeling of being in Rynn’s mouth unlike anything he could have pictured, like pure bliss meets a perfect home run meets the world’s best sundae only so, SO much better. Without thinking, he placed a hand on the back of her head, intertwining his fingers in her hair, gripping as much as he could without hurting her. He didn’t know whether it was his inexperience with such acts or not, but she was fuck fantastic, the way she let her teeth just barely graze over the back of his shaft or how she would massage his balls as she went, each suck a little tighter, taking him deeper but never going too quickly, as though she was prepping him for something more. For THE something more. As if on cue, she stopped, crawling back to lay across his quivering chest and bite probably a little too hard at his neck once before kissing at the hallow of his jaw.

“Ready when you are.” She whispered sexily against his ear as she caught the lobe between her teeth, the words met with a groan and a smirk as Hanai wrestled her onto her back, the two of them breathless with laughter and lust. Placing the head of his dick at her entrance, he kissed her deeply.

“You sure?” He asked, just to be safe. This was so sudden, so impossible, but so wonderfully, arousingly right. She nodded, and without further hesitation, he buried himself in her moist, tight heat. He waited, breathing hard, once their pubic bones were touching, giving both of them a second to adjust before moving. Because he knew, once he began thrusting into that impossible tightness, there would be no stopping. “You okay?” he asked, her eyes shut tight. She swallowed, nodding.

“Move.” She smirked, arching into him, taking him deeper as if in example. He moaned, resting his hands on either side of her head, and let go, fucking her with no resolve. One particularly deep thrust had her biting back his name, their bodies freezing as if in midair to make sure they hadn’t woken the family. But they could only stay still for so long, the feelings of having Hanai inside her too much for Rynn to prolong. She rolled her hips upward, taking him deep and then allowing him to slide almost all the way out of her before once again taking him in as far as he could go.

Satisfied that no one had heard, and far too dizzy with heat and pleasure to care all that much, Hanai began pounding into Rynn, each plunge wrenching a beautiful sound from her lips. “G-gods, Ha-Ahh-Han-nai!” She buried her face in the crook of his shoulder as his thrusts became quicker, more desperate, Rynn wrapping her legs around his waist, locking her ankles to pull him deeper, her climax so very, perfectly near. And she could tell, by his breathing, that oh so sexy way he grunted through his teeth, that he was too.

Hanai looked down at this girl writhing in pleasure beneath him, this almost stranger almost friend from so many years ago, and with her eyes closed and face flushed, it was almost impossible for him to hold back. But she needed to make it there first. She needed to finish. So, swallowing back his approaching climax, Hanai rolled his hips against her, making sure each additional thrust rubbed right against her clit, her whole body shaking from the double dose of sensation. Within seconds, she was gripping onto his neck, her whole body tensing, pussy clamping down hard on his cock, making it impossible for him to last much longer. With a few more shallow and quick thrusts, he buried himself fully inside her and came harder than he’d have ever thought possible, his eyes blinded by stars and his head swimming in the aftermath of pure, blinding ecstasy.

Rynn’s rode her own orgasm through his, feeling him pulse and jerk and eventually soften within her. She loosened her grip, her fingers stiff and sweaty, and she released a breath of pure, euphoric relief. Godly. That’s what it was. Sex with Hanai was godly. Like chocolate and happiness and the world’s best sundae all rolled into one, only better. MUCH better.

Hanai lowered himself onto her, both of them waiting for their hearts to slow and their labored breaths to return to normal. Careful not to hurt her, he pulled out and rolled over onto his back at her side, resting a hand over his face. Suddenly, something crossed his mind. “Shit… I totally forgot to eat you out.” He blurted lamely, hating himself for it at once. But again, like so many times tonight, Rynn surprised him by laughing, the bed shaking with the genuineness of it.

“Don’t worry, you’ll just owe me it next time,” she replied, smiling at him from the corner of her eye. Hanai smiled back, resting on his elbow to look at her directly. “And I think I recall you needing glasses when we were little. You still wear them?” He raised an eyebrow at her, reaching over her bare chest and grabbing his glasses off the nightstand.

“Sure, why?” He said, smirking as he put them on. “Fetish?”

Rynn grinned, big and bright, and if Hanai didn’t know any better, with a hint of that earlier lust returning. “Fuck yes.” She said, pulling him close and kissing him passionately on the lips. Hanai chuckled into her mouth. Rynn’s mouth. Rynn. His long lost friend/enemy/ friend/crush/enemy/something-or-other. His second chance. His soulmate.