Ninamori was starting to grow concerned for Naota. he had suddenly started acting weird and looking at her funny. He seemed dazed and confused, as if he was drunk. Ninamori painstaking considered he might be intoxicated, but dismissed it as a possibility. Naota had only had a can of coke to drink and Ninamori seriously doubted that the boy had ever taken a sip of beer. Tentatively, she leaned forward to get a better look at Naota and check to see if everything was all right with him.

“Are you okay?” She asked with unease. Naota nodded dumbly and got a funny smile on his face.

“Never better,” he muttered, still detached from reality. Ninamori was only leaning over, but to Naota’s eyes, Haruko was leaning over exposing her dangling, big breasts. Watching those heavenly jugs, bounce back and forth like pendulums was making his cock diamond hard.

“You sure?” Ninamori said, still unconvinced that he was all right. Without even thinking, Naota moved his head closer to Ninamori’s, until their faces were inches apart. For perhaps the first time ever, Naota noticed how attractive Haruko really was. She had beautiful, shiny pink hair that framed her flawless face perfectly. Her eyes shone with the naughtiness and mischievousness that made her the woman he cared about so much. His heart began to beat faster as he brought his lips closer to hers.

Ninamori gasped as she suddenly found herself inches from Naota’s face. Her breath stopped for a second and she gulped nervously as he closed the gap between them. Ninamori closed her eyes as his soft lips pressed gently against her own trembling lips. The kiss began soft and tender, but quickly Naota started pushing his mouth against hers hard and harder. Ninamori struggled to keep up with his passionate kiss, breathing through her nose and sucking his face back.

Naota positioned his right hand against Ninamori’s jaw and started probing her lips with his tongue. Ninamori felt the slippery tongue brushing against her teeth and instinctively she opened her mouth further and let his tongue in. She met his tongue with her own and they wrestled within her mouth for a few moments, tasting one another. While they were French kissing, with a slightly shaky right hand, Naota traced down her jaw to the side of her neck and across her shoulder, then moved from her upper arm around to her chest. Through her shirt, he cupped her spongy, soft breast in his hand. He then squeezed it faintly, then more aggressively. Ninamori inhaled sharply at his touch and let out a pent up moan. At the sound of her voice, Naota's vision of Haruko suddenly stopped and he pulled away, leaving Ninamori swooning slightly from the experience. Naota remained motionless, blinking a few times as he caught his breath. What the hell just happened?

“Ninamori, I’m so sorry, I don’t know what came over me,” he said, while having a sinking suspicion of who was involved with his daydream. He took a moment to shift around uncomfortably; the erection between his legs was making it hard for him to stay still.