“I’m sorry... for making you see this.”
 
I’m a bit taken aback by her saying. A beautiful girl has just exposed her body to me. Shouldn’t I be the one apologizing? Does she think I’m repulsed by her?
 
I doubt anyone has ever been repulsed by her. Her scars are a bit jarring, but they don’t take away from her beauty. In their own way, there is something oddly alluring about them. I think most people avoid her or mock her because they don’t know how to handle interacting with someone who has endured so much pain.
 
Does she understand that? While it’s not very comforting to be pitied by most people you meet, it’s not as bad as everyone regarding you as hideous. Does she really think she is ugly?
 
Perhaps I should let her know the truth. I turn to face her. Her face is scarlet and she’s doing her best to cover her chest.
 
“Why are you apologizing?”
 
Immediately she looks confused, she attempts to say something, but she’s mumbling too much and she’s so quiet I can hardly hear her.
 
Her arms are currently crossed as to cover her chest, so I can’t hold her hands. I put my hands on her shoulders instead. Her left shoulder is amazingly soft, while her right shoulder is almost leatherlike, though, it’s not unpleasant to touch.
 
“You’re beautiful, Hanako.”
 
She’s visibly taken aback, covering herself a bit more. At this point I don’t really think I need to say anything else, instead, I begin to lean forward. She’s startled, but begins to do the same.
 
The first kiss is quick and chaste. Her timidness and inexperience is obvious, but her lips are soft and it’s far from unenjoyable. The next few are slower and she seems to warm up to the idea of it.
 
For a few moments, we look into each other’s eyes. She seems to be working up the courage to speak.
 
“A-all this time I thought you just considered me a useless person that needed protection. I don’t want to be that type of person, Hisao...”
 
Once again, I’m taken aback. How long has she felt this way? Why didn’t she tell me? I realize how carefully I need to choose my next few words
 
 
“For a long time, I thought of you as someone that needed protection, and I longed to give it to you...”
 
She seems downcast at this, but still eager to her the rest of what I have to say.
 
“But after a while, it seemed the way I was acting would push you away, I started to feel you were rejecting me...
 
“I wasn’t! I would never do that to you!”
 
She’s beginning to tear up. I find myself getting a little overwhelmed with emotion too.
 
“I didn’t know how to act after a while, so I began to focus on myself. I just didn’t know what to do... I was afraid of losing you...”
 
I lean in closer, and our foreheads are touching. Part of me wants to stop myself from what I’m about to say, but I know it’s pointless.
 
“I love you, Hanako.”
 
The tears grow stronger, but she smiles.
 
“I’ve been wanting to hear those words for a long time...”
 
We kiss again, and we wrap our arms around one another.
 
“I don’t think you need protection anymore. I think you just need someone to depend on, someone will who be there for you... I’d like to be that person...”
 
“I can’t ask that of you...”
 
“But that’s what love is, isn’t it?
 
She smiles, and once again we’re kissing. She flicks her tongue across my lips, I’m a little surprised by her forwardness, but soon we’re both making out.
 
Holding hands, we walk over to her bed. She lays back, and I take off my shirt. She looks a little uneasy when I unzip my pants, but I believe she knows I won’t do anything she finds uncomfortable. Her fingers brush across my scar, as she reaches to embrace me. I’m on top of her, kissing her, not knowing if I should touch her body.
 
For a while, we kiss like this, but there’s something I’d like to do.
 
“May I ask you something?”
 
“W-what is it?”
 
“Does it hurt when someone touches your scars?”
 
She hesitates a moment. I hope bringing up her scars doesn’t bother her.
 
“N-no... they’re just a little numb.
 
“There’s something I’d like to do, if it bothers you, just tell me to stop, okay?
 
She nods. I begin to brush her hair out of her face. She flinches but doesn’t stop me. Her right eye is a beautiful as her left one, though it doesn’t open up as much by the slightest bit.
 
I kiss her forehead, then her cheek. I take my time with each kiss, and slowly work my way down to her neck. She gasps as the contact, but doesn’t voice any displeasure.
 
I work my way down her shoulder. I ascend down her arm, eventually reaching the wrist she often tries to hide. I come back up to her breast. I tentatively lick her nipple after I kiss the scars on her side. Her body shakes, a little. I take it in my mouth, and she shakes some more.
 
I return to kissing her body, and eventually reach her stockings. I look up at her. Her eyes are half closed, and she seems quite content with what I’m doing. I hook my fingers around her underwear and stockings, and ask for permission to take them off. She nods.
 
Her smooth lips are quite wet and slightly pink. I’d like to touch them, to kiss them, but I focus on my goal. I kiss all the scars on her thigh. I ask her to turn over. She’s smiling, and I’m glad that the lips on her face confirm she’s enjoying this as much as the ones between her legs do.
 
I work my way down her back, rubbing my hand down her left side, eventually squeezing her rear. It’s soft and firm, my thumb grazes on her right cheek and I can tell it feels just as nice in spite of her scars. When my lips reach her rear, I’m nearly consumed with lust, but once again, I steady myself.
 
Her thighs are soft, and I fight the urge to squeeze them, knowing I’ll lose control of myself if I do. Finally, after kissing every scar, I’m done.
 
She turns over, laying on her back once again. Before I can even see her expression, she grabs me and pulls me to her face with surprising strength. Her kisses are wet and sloppy. Our hands explore each others bodies. Her breasts fit into my palm nicely, and she kisses me harder when I play with her nipples.
 
Before I know it, my fingers are flicking her clit, eventually working their way inside of her. She wraps her arms around me and pulls me close. Her kisses get more and more wet as her body tightens around my fingers more and more.
 
I hear her begin to whisper my name in my ear. Her muscles almost completely force my middle finger out of her, leaving my index finger to do most of the work. My name gets louder as she gets tighter, and as she climaxes, she confesses her love for me.
 
“U-um, Hisao...”
 
Somethings bothering her. Did I move to fast?
 
“What is it, is something wrong?”
 
“Do you have a condom?”
 
This night is full of surprises..