Hana's

Your mind isn't all there as you leave the forest. The ground is numb to your bare feet. You don't feel cold.

Everything is nice. Your thoughts drift around, lingering on Hana's thighs and what you'll have to eat when you get to Hana's place. Some pussy sounds nice.

You know you're feeling funny, and that just a few days ago, perverted thoughts like these would never cross your mind – let alone thoughts about your best friend...

The idea makes you so wet you have to stop for a second.

Your hands drift down to your naked sex. You have enough time, maybe...

"I can't, not yet," you say to yourself resolvedly, "I need to get to Hana's... I can wait," it takes a lot of will to deny yourself, which is also unusual... but, nevermind.

Nothing's different, you've always been this way.

"I have always been this way... haven't I?" it's not really a question.

To sate yourself, you smell your hands, inhaling your musk – Strawberries...? Kami you smell good.

You hope Hana will think so too.

You leave the forest and enter the town once more.

Mr. Yamanaka and Esoragoto, older storeowners you recognize, drop the boxes they're carrying.

You wave at them, smiling.

They don't follow. Though, you can see through their trousers they're certainly aroused by your presence. The thought makes you giddy. You giggle as you fade from their view.

There aren't many people out of their houses yet, which you suppose is good.

Hana's house is not far from the forest, you only have to walk three blocks.

When you arrive at Hana's, you glance at the house. The front lawn is tiny and easily constrained by a chain-link fence. You open the squeaky gate and walk up to the front door out of habit and place your finger on the door bell.

Wait... ring the door bell? No... that would be, silly? Doesn't Hana usually leave the back unlocked? It makes sense to you.

You should surprise her. She'd like that.