Strawberries

The concept and idea for this fic actually came to me as I was writing my other adult story "After Hours" and after a while it became unbearable so I had to write it down.  It's still in the early stages but I at least wanted to get the first chapter out there for everyone to read.  So, please Read on!

Strawberries

Chapter 1

There was a perfectly good reason why Morinozuka Takashi could no longer stand the sight and taste of strawberries.

It wasn’t that he disliked them or that he didn’t prefer them.  In the few times he had chosen to indulge in sweets with his sugar addicted cousin he always chose the confections that were topped with the fresh fruit, finding those most appealing both visually and flavor wise.

But now, he could barely stand to look at them...  

When he entered the kitchen this afternoon his mother accosted him, insisting that he try the newest dessert that Mitskuni’s mother sent over for them to sample. He’d readily agreed without knowing what he was to be eating.  Usually he would politely decline but his mother always worried that he didn’t eat enough for someone hsi size and he didn’t want to worry her so he gave in.  It was easier than dealing with her passive aggressive distress.

She opened the stark white pastry box, that was adorned with a golden foil emblem, the logo of the pastry company and placed the treats onto two plates, she gathered a fork for each of them.  She set his down on the table in front of him and had she been looking at his face she would have seen the near imperceptible widening of her sons eyes.

It was a beautifully crafted, fresh berry tart.  A perfectly golden, delicate crust formed the bottom of the dessert, it was filled with plump blackberries, fresh blueberries, and bright... red... strawberries.

He closed his eyes for a moment to block out his senses but that plan promptly backfired as his mind recalled the prone form of his girlfriend pressed onto her kitchen counter, her face flushed and her perfect mouth open as she moaned several variations of his name.

He opened his eyes again as the scent of the fruit assaulted his senses, making his mouth water and the heat in his body rise further.  The berries were covered in a brilliant sheen, glistening with a sugary glaze and the sight made him bite the inside of his cheek as it recalled to mind a very different sight.

“What’s wrong Takashi?  Do you not like it?” his mother asked gently as she tried the dessert for herself.  “Oh, this is delightful!”

He grimaced.  “I’m sorry, mother, I just don’t like strawberries.” he said as he moved to stand, careful to hide his ever growing arousal. “Please give it to Satoshi when he gets home.”

Mori strode down the hallways quickly, his long legs overtaking the space with little difficulty.  He was desperate to reach the private sanctuary of his room, which was located in a separate wing of the house.  Once inside he slammed the door shut, a little more forcefully than what he’d meant to but he needed to distance himself from that offending fruit.  He looked over to his bookshelf, the one that held the picture of the two of them together at his family’s Christmas ball the previous year, she’d looked absolutely radiant in the red silk dress he’d gotten her.  At first she vehemently refused that he buy her something so extravagant but upon showing her exactly what it did to him to see her in the garment, she’d given in easily.

His hand traveled down to the bulge in the front of his pants, giving his hardened member a harsh squeeze.  He groaned at the feel of it, unable to bite it back.

Yes, there was a perfectly good reason why Morinozuka Takashi couldn’t stand the sight, scent, or taste of strawberries.

Strawberries would forever remind him of Haruhi.

What could have possibly happened between these two to make strawberries such a powerful aphrodisiac for Mori?  We will definitely find out in chapter 2.  I apologize for how short this chapter was but I do hope that it piqued your interest just a bit.  Thank you so much for reading!