Stick with her own choice.

(chapter originally by williwall at writing.com)

“Opinion denied!” Yukari flatly refused. “Your taste is crude and perverse.” She carefully picked out a lacy but tasteful pair of pink panties. She marched to the counter, sundress and underwear in hand. She reached for her purse...

‘Huh?’ Oh, right. Her purse was at school, along with the destoyed remnants of her uniform. Dammit.

“Junpei?” she wheedled. “Could you, uh, spot me some cash?”

“I thought I wasn’t to be trusted,” Junpei harrumphed.

“Please? I’ll make it up to you, I promise,” Yukari offered.

“Fine,” snorted Junpei. “Go get changed, and I’ll pay for it.”

Yukari cheered and hopped out to get changed. She found Junpei outside the changing room.

“The deal is this... a kiss,” said Junpei.

“W—what?!”

Junpei started to repeat himself, so Yukari placed a hand over his mouth and dragged him into the changing room. “Shut up, you idiot! Not so loudly! You’re going to embarrass me!”

“What’s so embarrassing about a kiss?” asked Junpei slyly. “You’re acting like a kid. Don’t tell me that you haven’t—“ he was abruptly cut short as she trampled on his foot.

“Of course I have,” she said. “I’ve been with lots of boys. I’ve even gone all the way. I’m the most popular girl in school,” she said with bravado.

“Second,” Junpei corrected.

“Second,” Yukari conceded. Damn that Mitsuru. She shut her eyes tightly. “Fine,” go ahead. She stood, waiting. After what seemed to be an eternity, she felt his arms around her and pleasure shoot up her neck. Yukari’s opened wide. “W—what are you doing?” she exclaimed.

“Shhhh,” he whispered, placing a finger on her lips. “I asked for a kiss,” he said. “I didn’t specify where.” As Junpei kissed her neck, she felt a strange desire rising up in her. To her surprise, she found herself kissing him back.

‘I suppose he’s not so bad after all,” she thought to herself. Not that she could let anyone ever know. She’d have to make him keep his mouth shut. Yukari did have a reputation to maintain, after all.

Suddenly, Yukari gave out a moan that even surprised herself. In the intensity of their exchange, the strap of her sundress had slid down her arm, exposing her pale breast to Junpei’s wandering mouth. Immediately, Yukari felt the heat in her cheeks as her face turned crimson. She felt a second surge of pleasure shoot up her spine as he slid his hand under her panties.

“Huh?” Junpei said, surprised. “It’s so...” He looked at her, realization dawning. “Liar,” he grinned.

“Idiot!” she snapped. Even still, she needed him to continue.

An hour later, they snuck out of the shop, to make the long journey home.