murakami, haruki - Norwegian wood

"But really, Watanabe, you don't want to do it with me, do you - until
you get all that business straightened out?"
"There's no way I don't want to do it with you," I said. "I'm going
crazy I want to do it so bad. But it just wouldn't be right."
"You're so damned stubborn! If I were you, I'd just do it - then think
about it afterwards."
"You would?"
"Only kidding," Midori said in a tiny voice. "I probably wouldn't do it,
either, if I were you. And that's what I love about you. That's what I
really really love about you."
"How much do you love me?" I asked, but she didn't answer. Instead,
she pressed against me, put her lips on my nipple and began to move
the hand that was wrapped around my penis. The first thing that
occurred to me was how different it was to the way Naoko moved her
hand. Both were gentle and wonderful, but something was different
about the way they did it, and so it felt like a totally different
experience.
"Hey, Watanabe, I bet you're thinking about that other girl."
"Not true," I lied.
"Really?"
"Really."
"Because I would really hate that."
"I can't think about anybody else," I said.
"Want to touch my breasts, or down there?" Midori asked. "Oh wow,
I'd love to, but I'd better not. If we do all those
things at once, it'll be too much for me."
Midori nodded and rustled around under the covers, pulling
her panties off and holding them against the tip of my penis. "You can
come on these," she said. "But it'll make a mess of them."
"Stop it, will you? You're gonna make me cry," said Midori, a if on
the verge of tears. "All I have to do is wash them. So don't hold back,
just let yourself come all you want. If you're worried about my
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