Intermission 12: Anzu Fujiwara.

How long has she been laying restless in her bed? Well, not her bed. The hotel bed. She and her parents are only temporarily staying in Tokyo, after all. Has it been an hour? Two? Probably three. Yet sleep still avoids her. There’s a pressure in her chest that shows itself whenever she has time alone to think. Time to evaluate the situation. Time to… remember something that happened years ago.

Not only are her parents trying to **** her into marrying someone out of convenience, but they don’t understand that Anzu doesn’t even want a relationship to begin with! Her head and her heart are at odds at what they want, even if one took the arrangement out of the equation.

…

The only normal relationship she’s ever had was with a high school sweetheart, an extremely innocent relationship that never went past kissing. It was heartbreaking having to be separated from her first love, but that’s just how life goes. But in university… something happened that changed her completely.

She curls into a ball under her blankets and bites her lip, wanting to suppress the memory. But of course, the more she tries the clearer it becomes. If she focuses enough, she thinks she can still hear their moans.

She caught her new boyfriend cheating on her, having sex with another woman in one of the classrooms. However, she didn’t stop them. She just hid and… watched. It was a disgusting feeling, having her heart broken yet being unable to look away as her own body grew hotter from the sight.

She never said anything about it, and her relationship with that man continued as if nothing had happened for about a month. But Anzu knew he was still cheating on her. Why did she let it continue?

…

Because, despite the fact that she didn’t want to admit it, she couldn’t erase that image from her memory. It excited her and disgusted her, but she couldn’t help it.

Eventually, her boyfriend broke up with her to be with the other woman, and she couldn’t decide if it was a disappointment or a relief. She tried dating two more times, but she was changed in a fundamental way. Sex was unfulfilling, and she couldn’t bring herself to admit what she wanted, so both relationships ended quickly. From there on, she remained single, deciding to stay away from that thrilling, yet sickening feeling.

Her lack of a partner, of course, worried her aging father. So now he’s pushing her to get married. But she doesn’t want to! She wishes she could have a normal relationship, but can’t!

For some stupid fucking reason, her heart pounds when she thinks of her lover with another woman! That’s not normal! It makes her feel pathetic! Yet the thought always sends a thrill through her body!

Tears start streaming down Anzu’s face, a big lump in her throat a sign of her deep frustration. The pressure of her family’s expectations of her clashes against her insecurities. She doesn’t want to just do what her parents want, like she always has. She already had to compromise on her dream get into orthopedics. She had to act however they told her to in front of people. She’s scared of another relationship where she’ll feel pathetic, humiliated and unfulfilled.

Not to mention this is unfair to David! Being with him has been incredibly fun. More so than she ever expected. He’s funny, caring, handsome, and… he genuinely likes her. He doesn’t deserve to waste his efforts into a relationship that just can’t be!

…Wait.

A relationship that can’t be?

Her eyes open as an odd thought crosses her mind. Tears suddenly stop flowing, though her face is still a mess.

Isn’t David already in a relationship that wouldn’t normally be possible? He’s… dating three girls, isn’t he? They all seem to get along great, too. They went to see him at her office and they all looked really worried about him.

Normally, girls would be against dating the same man, but David seems to make it work somehow.

…

Are they… doing it? They have to be, right? Do they do it at the same time? Do they watch each other?

Before Anzu realizes it, her body starts growing hotter. Her hand slowly reaches under her pajama and settles between her legs. She rubs her slit gently as images of David holding his three gorgeous girlfriends swarm her mind.

If she started going out with him, then could she… watch? Just being there, watching her boyfriend pleasing three women at the same time? Maybe hopefully… participate?

Her thoughts start getting wilder, and her hand with them. She inserts one of her fingers inside her pussy as she imagines herself watching his cock going into the meek girl that is Megan, her face red from the pleasure. When they both come, maybe Anzu could take him into her mouth and clean him up before he fucks Emily.

…

The image of David pounding the blonde athlete from behind is too strong. Her body tenses and thrashes in her bed as he reaches her orgasm surprisingly quickly. She bites the pillow to avoid any moans from getting out. The pleasure lasts longer than usual, too.

Letting herself catch her breath, she notices how the post-climax clarity starts sinking in. Even if it would be great, she can’t just start dating David like there’s not a million complications between them!

He says he has a plan to get out of inheriting her father’s business if he does marry her, but how is he sure it’ll even work? Not to mention she doesn’t want to play into her parents’ plans, and there’s no assurance that her relationship with him would be half as nice as the fantasy she just indulged in.

…

It didn’t feel bad, though.

For some reason, she didn’t feel guilty about masturbating to those thoughts. Even now, she doesn’t feel pathetic, disgusted or ashamed. Just very… satisfied.

Should she really just… indulge?

…

Tomorrow is Saturday, and she’s meeting him again for their fourth date this week. She needs to think on this a bit more.

It’s only five minutes after deciding that that she falls asleep like a rock.