Chapter 1

A/N: This was more of a random thought, so I didn’t really give much thought to when this all takes place. Estimated after return from Okinawa.

Keitaro sat back on his knees and looked at his handiwork. The floors had been a horrific mess when Su had come running through with Sarah shooting banana pudding at her. He had been heading in there direction when one of the glop’s landed right in front of him.

This of course, resulted in him slipping, spinning out of control, and crashing into the doorway of Naru’s room, covered in yellow pudding.

For Naru, it was an incredibly good thing that Keitaro was still seeing stars. If his eyes were working properly, she didn’t know what she would do.

Why now of all times?! She asked herself. Her brain started working before Keitaro’s did, and she slipped her panties back up, then, with her special place hidden, shouted

“KEITARO YOU PERVERT!!!!” With that, she sent a flying uppercut, sending an already dazed Keitaro out a nearby wall and into the springs, which, for once, were free of any of the tenants, save a relaxing Tama-chan.

And so, he had spent nearly an hour cleaning the mess in the hallway, along with repairing the damaged wall and door. Now, he had finished, hoping that it would be a while before he had to clean up so much again.

Naru meanwhile, was now finishing what she had been doing earlier, before being rudely interrupted.

Crouching in a corner of the dorms attic, Naru held a flashlight up as she gazed down at the magazine in front of her.

Unknown to Keitaro, who was so ditsy and klutzy he wouldn’t have noticed, and of course unknown to her friend Kitsune, who was always losing things, especially when drunk, she had been sneaking there dirty magazines.

But you wouldn’t expect what she was really looking at. Not some handsome guy in nothing but his underwear, or nothing on at all, but instead, she was looking at nothing but the beautiful and sexy women in the magazines.

Her panties were already off and her slit was already getting wet from both excitement, and partially from fear.

She had no ideal when she started to think like this, but she knew thought about it every other day. She was terribly afraid that one of the tenants, or even worse Keitaro, would find her in her room or in the springs, pleasuring herself to the sight of other girls.

For a moment, part of her wondered exactly why she cared if Keitaro found out. Sure, shed be incredibly embarrassed, but when wasn’t she these days? And it’d get him to stop hounding her, maybe.

She then realized what the maybe was. Even though she never liked to admit it to anyone, even herself, she did like Keitaro. More as a friend then what he wanted, but she still cared.

For the record, she was only able to realize this because the walls she put up around her feelings were currently drowned out by the immense feeling of pleasure surging through her.

She closed her eyes and let out a soft moan as she stroked the sides of her slit, relishing in the pleasure it gave her, as she imagined herself with one of the women in the magazines.

After a moment, she began to probe her finger into her slit, slowly pulling them in and out, trying to find exactly where it filled her with the most pleasure. It didn’t take long for her to find it, and she began to pump her two fingers in and out, soon adding a rocking motion from her hips to her pulsing fingers.

All at once, the wave of pleasure peaked and spread within her. Then, she sat still, the moisture from her slit slowly dripped onto the floor. She also let out the moan that she had held in, for she had thought she had heard someone through the floor.

Sighing, she slipped her panties and dress back up over her knees, and hid the magazines in her usual hiding place. She then went through the hidden tunnel and made her way towards her room.

Keitaro cursed as he tried to solve the problem again, but failed miserably. He tossed the cluttered up piece of paper into the wastebasket, where Tama-chan proceeded to eat it.

“Tama-chan, you know that’s not good for you.” He said, a small smile on his face as he looked down at her. She put the paper into the wastebasket, then flew over to land on his hand, and contentedly let out a “Myuu!”

Petting her head, he was about to go back to work on the problem when he suddenly heard something fall down beneath him.

Moving over to the board separating his and Naru’s rooms, he reached out to pick the board up and see what was wrong, but then thought better of it. Instead, he leaned his ear onto the board, and listened carefully to find out what was going on.

After a moment, he heard Naru’s voice. It sounded very nervous, and he could tell that something was wrong.

“Where’d I hide them?! Oh please don’t tell me Su or Sarah found them. Please!!?” Naru was saying as she searched her room, clearly oblivious to the fact she wasn’t wearing anything from the waist down. Keitaro of course, didn’t know this.

Suddenly, as he was listening, he heard a soft shriek of joy, which he mistake for her being surprised, which resulted in him pulling the wooden panel up and dropping his head down with a half finished “Naru, are you alri…”

His eyes bulged for a moment, because what he saw wasn’t what he had expected. Naru, naked from the waist down, holding one of his adult magazines, her hand nearly inches away from her..

Naru’s eyes were as wide as saucers. She was paralyzed, from fear and a certain voice telling her not to deck him. If you do, it’ll bring the rest of the tenants in here, and they’ll see it too! This was all that kept her from killing him where he stood.

Instead, she did something she didn’t expect. She fell to the floor and began to cry, the magazine discarded to the side. She softly cried at her predicament, and wondered what Keitaro would think about her.

Keitaro, for once in his life, would do the right thing, at the right time. He merely dropped down, and went to her closet, grapping one of her dresses, then went over and laid it over her legs. After a moment, he sat down next to her and, without thinking, being based purely on instinct, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a light embrace. Trying his best to comfort her, even though he had no ideal whatsoever was going on.

Naru too, reacted without thinking, pressing her tear streaked face into his chest, letting him hold on to her. After a while, the crying became a sob, and soon even that diminished.

Keitaro looked down into her tear stricken face, and said “You don’t have to tell me, if you don’t want to.”

Those words were the right words, and they caused Naru to tell him, almost starting another sobbing fit, her secret. When she was done, somehow, she felt better for it.

“Please don’t tell anyone Kei-chan” she asked, worry in her eyes showing Keitaro how much she had to trust him to be asking this of him.

Nodding, he gave embraced her once more before standing and heading over to the hole. “Don’t worry Naru, I wont.” With that, he climbed back into his room, feeling as if he had made a major change in his life.