I did nothing special. We've had tests since Wednesday, and he came to the class room today. I gave him a strawberry cheese cake crepe. Again, nothing special. I feel like a whore. A bad person. But then, I don't.
See, we were in the classroom. Well wait. The other day he had come to the classroom again, and no one was there, as planned. It's a small classroom. Anyways, we were sitting at the desks and I was showing him my old book. Then my teacher walked in. He said in English, 'Oh, a date, I see.' Then repeated it in Japanese and left. It was embarrassing. Anyways, so we ended up kissing a little. But then Hiroshi said it was scary because the teacher could hear us and come back at any moment. I agreed. We decided to leave. But then I decided I wanted to hug him, because I suddenly began thinking about how I'll be gone in a few months and it made me sad. So I said (mind you this is all in Japanese:) "wait." I walked over and gave him a big hug. For a second, he stood there with his arms down, not moving. But then he hugged me back. Then he started rubbing my back and patting it, like he was consoling me or something. What a weirdo. Then I felt him pulling away from the hug, after awhile, assuming I wanted to stop the hug. But I said, 'Not yet.' Like the WEIRDO I am. After that hug, he asked me what's wrong, I said nothing. He kissed me. Once we pulled away from that one kiss, he did something new. He lifted my left hand into his, like we were holding hands, and held it up and then kissed me. Then, while we were kissing, he grabbed my other hand and did the same thing. It was weird, but I didn't detest it.
Then there was today. So he came into the classroom, and I shooed the other exchange student out. Then we were alone. I stood around a bit, and he sat down on the ground near the book shelf and read a random book. Because he's a weirdo. He told me I could close the curtain, because we usually keep the lights off in the room when we are together so people don't see there's still students in the class. I sat down on the ground next to him, we talked a bit and then. Surprise surprise. We kissed. He kept telling me to be quiet, because the teachers may have been able to hear us. But the second kiss is what makes me feel like a whore, because I liked it.
He ended up laying on the ground, and pulled me forward. I said (in Japanese of course) "Is it okay like this?" I was like, why does he want me on top of him? So we kissed, his on the ground, me on top. I wasn't laying on his, I was like... on my hands and knees with my arms around his neck. He was getting pretty into it. His tongue started doing other stuff. He was breathing hard. His hand was getting awfully close to my booby. (chortle)Then he pulled away. But then he eventually touched mah boob. I'm a whore, it felt nice. I didn't stop him. He obviously liked it, he used two hands.It was all on top of my clothes though. I wouldn't have let him go underneath.
What I don't understand though, is that after he had initially put his hand on my rib cage area, he had started shaking a bit, and breathing hard. While we were making out, he would randomly stop and just. Breathe. Looking up and the ceiling. It was funny, because we'd be making out, and hear a noise next door and stop completely, staring in the direction of the door. Then randomly continue. I had gotten up a few times to flick my hair out of my face. He was adorable. OH SWEET MOTHER MARY I'm disgusting.
I'm going to go shower.
