"YES... Deeper! Deeper!" I could hear her scream through the tiles of the boy's bathroom. I didn't even bother to hide my boner as I watched the corridor for teachers. This was the perfect room for this, the old boy's bathroom. Teachers never went into the old building as the government had built much nicer newer classrooms adjacent to them. Thus the old building became a favourite hideout of delinquents and troublemakers.

"Use me..." her words echoed through the walls followed by audible cries of pleasure. Her cries were punctuated by masculine grunts and jeering. "Fuck that hoe! Fuck her good! I could hear a loud slap ring out.
"Cream that bitch" another boy cried in excitement. Finally one of the boys shouted "I'm cumming!"
There was a brief silence, followed by the sound of loud boys cheering.

I heard footsteps on the old creaky floorboards. Was it a teacher? My heart raced. I peeked down the dusty corridor ahead. Someone in school uniform? He approached. From the faint outline I could make him out as Tsuda Noboru, one of my classmates. He was the tennis team captain. I distinctly remember him picking on me in sports classes.
Today he seemed happy. I nervously went to greet him.
"Heyyyy Dai, doin' the lord's work". Noboru gave me a fist bump before sliding a 500 yen coin into my hand and going inside the boy's bathroom.
"Fuck meeeeeee!"

You're probably wondering how I got into this sort of situation. Well, let's start at the beginning. I'm Takahashi Daisuke, an 18 year old high school student studying my last year at Akita High School. Most of my friends call me Dai. I'd say I'm a pretty average guy with average test scores, mediocre athletic ability and not a particularly high amount of charm. I watch a little bit of anime, but not enough to be considered an otaku like my friends are.

What isn't average about me is my girlfriend of three years Aoyama Hotaru. She's the envy of all my socially awkward otaku friends with her long locks of fiery auburn hair, slender figure, large purple eyes, pale skin and small perky B-cup boobs. Unlike me, she gets good grades and plays tennis competitively for our school. If it weren't for the fact that we were childhood friends, I truly doubt she would be my girlfriend now.

This reminds me, tomorrow is our 3rd anniversary. The 29th of April! I sat in my chair waiting for the bell to ring. Homeroom hadn't started and I was already frustrated with the slow pace of the day. I had planned to take Hotaru out on a special picnic date tomorrow in the forest that nobody knew about. It was a special place around this time, being surrounded by the falling cherry blossoms. I'd spent the whole of yesterday looking at recipe books trying to prepare the perfect lunch for tomorrow. Then perhaps under dancing cherry petals I might have a chance to kiss Hotaru on the lips for the first time...

"Yo Dai, you dreaming about Hotaru again?"
If the squeaky voice of Toda Orochi didn't break my daydream, the loud audible smack on my shoulder surely did.
"I can always tell if I man is tell if a man is thinking about a woman, you see it written on their banana"
Orochi pointed to tentpole holding up the fabric of my pants. Orochi stroked his non-existent facial hair as if he was summoning some classiness and wisdom to back up his crass statement.
"You still haven't done it yet have you?" Orochi chided.
"I... uh..."

"Ara, ara, Dai" Orochi mocked me, imitating the catchphrase of his favourite sultry anime seductress.
"Shut up Orochi, you don't even have a girlfriend"
It was a low blow, but I wanted to save myself from endless teasing from the fat otaku chiding me.
"Ouch man, I'm just saying... I would have fucked Hotaru silly by now, Dai. She's too beautiful not to cum in..."
I held my finger to his face, shushing him "I swear Orochi, one more word and..."

The classroom door slid open. Just a flash of her red locks was enough for me to realise: it was Hotaru. As she walked inside I noticed she had some sort of fancy envelope in her left hand.
She waved at me and walked over after placing her messenger bag on her table. Taking the hint, Orochi straightened his desk and looked straight at the blackboard in a robot-like posture, pretending not to listen in on our daily conversation.
"Morning Dai!" She embraced my hands warmly, rubbing my fingers against her warm, soft cheek.
"M... morning Hotaru!" I stuttered.

We casually exchanged pleasantries and asked each other about our days so far. It was just our normal morning routine before class started. She was still holding the envelope in her hand.
"Hey Dai..." Hotaru's face changed, tensing up into a serious face.
"Yes Hotaru?" I swallowed.
"I'm really sorry but I can't come on our date tomorrow" she sighed.
"But I've been planning..."
"I know, I'm really sorry... something urgent came up. Uh listen... I gotta go now class is starting".

I sank down into my seat. Hotaru walked off with a heavy look on her face.
Orochi tapped on my shoulder again. "You okay bro?" he asked.
I shook my head.
"I heard it too man." he responded. I was too emotionally drained to tell him off for listening in on our conversation.
"She looks shaken, I hope she's okay..."
"Bro, maybe she's doing something she's not supposed to... " Orochi whispered. "That wasn't your envelope, was it? maybe she's got a secret boyfrie..."

The slap could be heard across the class. The morning chatter died as the class looked to us. Silence. Luckily around that time the door slid open and Ms Tanaka our teacher entered the room. Ms Tanaka scanned the classroom with her beady eyes attempting to locate the slapper. Realising she was a fraction of a second too late, she began homeroom. I couldn't listen to the content of her words. I kept thinking about what Orochi had whispered to me. "What if she was hiding something behind my back?". I did notice that the fancy envelope had already been opened and she did seem to be clutching it tightly. I shook my head instinctively. It couldn't be another lover - I knew Hotaru and Hotaru is too innocent and pure for that.

The bell rang. I stood up to get to the next class.
"Whatcha gonna do tomorrow now Dai? You wanna come with me to the manga shop?"
I stared blankly back at Orochi. Orochi broke the silence.
"I'm sorry about what I said earlier bro."
"It's probably nothing." I stammered.
"Maybe you could follow her tomorrow?" Orochi suggested.