Warning: Vulgar and descriptive words
Monday turned out to be a nightmare. Apart from the anxiety about the result, classes were hell and, avoiding Kazuya because his eyes were like a lie detector was harder than I anticipated. I came in class that morning and the first thing he said was Nanami's hiding something from him.
"I think she and Sano are finally going to do it," he whispered at me.
I stared ahead afraid to get caught. "It's a miracle they lasted that long."
After that, we got swallowed by lectures and endless pages we had to study. It wasn't even lunch and I was tired out of my bones. By then, I knew I had to cancel on Kawashita. I felt disappointed but a part of me felt relieved. I believed it was easier to be with him after we got our results.
I sent him a message, and his reply came quickly. 'Can I call you?'
Groaning, I glanced around. My professor's voice droned on. I typed out, 'Can't. I'm in class.'
A minute, five minutes had passed and no reply came. If it was possible, I could feel his disappointment through it. Or maybe it was mine. I shook my head. This was easy. He would not hate me for this. We had no commitments to one another other than sex. This was easy.
Looking straight ahead, I tried to concentrate on the lesson. After several deep breaths, I began to understand the words again. This was easy. This was uncomplicated. I made the right choice.
Ten minutes to the end of my class, my phone vibrated. It was him. 'Is it over now? Can I call you?'
It vibrated again before I could reply. 'I'm being annoying, aren't I? Tell me when you can talk.'
I smiled as I read it. He was waiting. A horny gentleman, indeed he was. My fatigue eased off a little as I walked out of the classroom.
'I can talk when I eat dinner. For now, I can only do this,' I replied to him.
His answer came as quickly. 'I'm fine with this. I can't wait 'til later.'
'But we're not having sex,' I reminded him.
'I know. I mean I can't wait to talk to you.'
This guy. I no longer fought off the smile. Kawashita made my Monday more bearable. He made the week a whole lot easier, and we hadn't even seen each other yet. This was what he meant by easy. Talking to each other whenever we were free became normal.
We talked about nothing in particular—our classes, what we had for lunch and dinner, how tired we were. They were insignificant, forgettable but gods, I knew I craved them like sweets on a bad day. Technically, we weren't breaking our rules. After all, we were only following up on that promise we failed to fulfill. I refused to let my mind linger on it because listening to the lecture while exchanging messages with him became my energy booster.
I never imagined I would be sending dirty messages while learning about civil law on a Friday morning. It freaked me out at first, glancing around if anyone managed to take a peek at it. I read it again and giggled, forgetting I was in class.
'You'll blow me on Sunday night, right, Reiko-senpai?'
"Is there something funny, Matsumoto?" The professor glared at me.
"None, sir," I replied and hid my phone.
It took me thirty minutes to send a reply. 'You bet. I'm going to lick your cock and taste it real good.'
I had hit send before I felt my cheeks burned. Me and my mouth or rather hands.
My phone pinged ten minutes later. 'You and your dirty mouth.'
'You like my dirty mouth.'
'You know me too well. You make so hard, and I'm in class. Look forward to the payback, senpai. I'm so hungry for you.'
This supported me. He sustained me. But this wasn't the highlight of my week even if his dick was all I could think about during class. This was the foreboding of something unimaginable and monumental happening.