Insult him

“I’m getting tired of this, Ishikawa. All you do is bitch, bitch and bitch some more. Enough already.”

Ishikawa steps toward you and thrusts out a finger. “I bitch because you are treating this like a game.”

You wave a hand dismissively. “Uh, newsflash. It is a game. One that I am very good at, which is why I am here. You’d crumble under the pressure in a half a second.”

Ishikawa comes forward so that he is right in your face. “You know nothing about me. And you need to take this seriously because this is everything to my people. This scum is a blight on the Japanese name.”

You flop backwards so that you are resting on your elbows. “We'll get him. So just relax already.”

“I think you are relaxed enough for the both of us,” Ishikawa mutters.

You notice that he is slightly hunched over and your eyes track down. A wide smirk spreads across your face when you see that he pitching a tent. “Are you sure you’re not tense for other reasons?” You laugh and run your foot up the inside of his thigh, tapping his erection lightly.

He slaps your foot away and steps even closer, so that he is looming over you. “I am getting angry.”

“What, did I touch a sore spot?” </span> you cackle. <span class="mc"> “I knew you were crushing on this girl. You pervy old man.”

“Stop this.” His voice is raspy.

“Why, too close to a dream come true?” You snicker some more and then, impulsively, recklessly, you reach one hand forward and unzip his pants. His cock, which had been straining against his pants, pops through the hole. It is bigger than you expected. You start to feel warm. Even though it is still your brain, the body’s hormones are female. There was a lot of ongoing study but little agreement about how much that affected a transplanted brain. Moreover, while you wouldn’t call yourself bisexual by any means, it wasn’t like you didn’t have the occasional fantasy. In your heart of hearts, you didn’t think it would be the worst thing in the world if you had to get down in this body.

Ishikawa pushes you down and then leans over you, hands braced on either side of you. “What is it that you want? Do you want to get fucked by me? Is that what you want?” He reaches down and runs a finger along your slit. Your back arches in response. Holy shit! That feels really good. Ishikawa climbs up on the bed so he on his hands and knees on top of you. His face is mere centimeters from yours and you realize that kissing a man is something you want no part of. So you turn your head to the left. Ishikawa doesn’t say anything but he does start working a finger into your pussy. You are surprised he has to ease it in. Maybe this girl isn’t as much of slut as I thought. Not to be outdone, you stretch your hand out and grasp his cock. He hisses in pleasure as you gently start stroking him up and down.

Ishikawa adds another finger and starts finger-banging you for real, his thumb working your clit. You start stroking him even faster, trying to adjust your hand so the palm running up and down the bottom of his cock. You are sure he’d like nothing more than to stick it in - and part of you wants that to happen as well - but you both instinctively realize that’s not a line you should cross. Yet at least.

So, instead, you both keep wanking each other. You feel a pressure start to build in you and your entire body starts to get hot and tingly. Ishikawa increases the speed, his eyes wide and white. Your legs start to twitch and your toes start to curl and just when you think you can’t stand the pressure for another moment, it releases, sending pleasure cascading through your body. You thighs close on his hand and you curl up slightly as the aftershocks of the orgasm radiate through you. At the same time, you feel his cock start to pulse against your hand again and again as he shoots off into the bedspread.

You both breathe deeply and raggedly for a while. Then Ishikawa pushes himself off the bed and walks into the bathroom. You hear the faucet run. You prop yourself up on your elbows as he walks out of the bathroom but he just continues out the front door without a word.

Maybe that was a mistake. “Ah, well,” you sigh aloud. Time to get dressed.