murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"Well, it depends how you look at it."
"Want me to help you get rid of it?"
"With your hand?"
"Uh-huh. To tell you the truth," said Naoko, "it's been sticking into me
ever since we lay down. It hurts." I pulled my hips away. "Better?"
"Thanks."
"You know?" I said.
"What?"
"I wish you would do it."
"OK," she said with a kind smile. Then she unzipped my trousers and
took my stiff penis in her hand. "It's warm," she said.
She started to move her hand, but I stopped her and unbuttoned her
blouse, reaching around to undo her bra strap. I kissed her soft, pink
nipples. She closed her eyes and slowly started moving her fingers.
"Hey, you're pretty good at that," I said. "Be a good boy and shut up,"
said Naoko.
After I came, I held her in my arms and kissed her again. Naoko did
up her bra and blouse, and I zipped up my flies.
"Will that make it easier for you to walk?" she asked.
"I owe it all to you."
"Well, then, Sir, if it suits you, shall we walk a little farther?"
"By all means."
We cut across the meadow, through a stand of trees, and across
another meadow. Naoko talked about her dead sister, explaining that
although she had hardly said anything about this to anyone, she felt
she ought to tell me.
"She was six years older than me, and our personalities were totally
different, but still we were very close. We never fought, not once. It's
true. Of course, with such a big difference in our ages, there was
nothing much for us to fight about."
Her sister was one of those girls who are successful at every
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