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"Who are those drunk girls over there? Aren't they in our English lecture?" My friend Mei asked. We were sitting at a cafe slurping down boba. We went to the same middle school, but went to different high schools. Thankfully, we ended up at the same university and we were finally catching up after settling into their new schedules. Normally, August in Sapporo is obscenely hot, but today was sunny and an inviting 26 degrees celsius.
I turned behind me to gawk at the two stumbling women. "Don't tell me that's who I think it is." The taller woman wore a long, dark pleated skirt with chains and grommets punched into the waistband. Her blouse was cut off at her midsection, and had several pins on the collar. Her long, violet-tinted hair was half up in a poofy bun. She turned to look at me.
Junko. Her half-lidded drunken gaze took my breath away. Her friend, Otawa walked with weighted feet behind her.
Junko became a bit of an obsession for me, and how could she not? She was the prettiest girl at our university. She was always receiving love confessions from the boys in our class, but she always rejected them. From what I picked up from my guy friends, she said she's "waiting for the right guy."
"Junko and Otowa. Those girls are gonna flunk out if they keep playing hookie." Mei chided, shaking her head.
"Crap, they're walking this way! Pretend like you weren't staring." I looked away and sucked down more tapioca, almost choking as I stared at the table.
The girls meandered over and stopped by our table. "Heyyy, don't we know each other?" Junko slurred in an octave lower than usual.
"I'm not sure we do—" Mei started, but I interrupted her, "Yeah, you're in our English seminar." I said. I tilted my head, "Are you...drunk?"
"Maybe, but it wasn't our faults!" Otawa said, putting her hand on her hip for balance. "It's a long story." Junko added.
"It's two in the afternoon and we're all freshmen, how's it not your fault?" I asked.
"Pfft. You wouldn't understand." Junko waived her hand sloppily.
"Try me." I asked. Mei stared daggers into my face, but I didn't care. I couldn't pull my gaze away from Junko's deep blue eyes.
"An...adversary of ours injected us with whisky to get back at us." She swayed, "It's not my first time, though. Maybe, my first time feeling this—" her sentence was interrupted by her head yanking back to throw up away from me.
She missed. My whole skirt and the bottom half of my blouse was soaked in vomit.
"Ugh! Ew!!" I screamed.
"Oh my God, I'll get you some paper towels," Mei said, jumping out of her seat to run into the cafe. She turned to Junko and Otowa, "You two should get out of here. Don't make me call campus security." She glared.
Junko held her head in her hands, her drunken expression was replaced with a pale, mortified stare. "Ohmygod, I'm so sorry!" She fell to her knees and bowed. "Please let me wash your clothes, I know a shortcut to my house three minutes away, I can wash your clothes and give you a change there. Oh, please let me make this right!" She begged.
"Okay, okay, but we need to go right now." I said, standing up.
"Here, take my jacket and hold it to your chest, that should cover up the stain while we're walking." Junko peeled off her leather bomber jacket and gave it to me. God, it smells just like her.
"What about your friend?" Otowa asked.
Junko turned to her friend, "Otowa-chan, do me a solid and stay here and explain everything when she gets back." She held her shoulders in a demanding way. I wish she would hold me like that.
"What? Junko, c'mon, I don't know this chick!" She protested, crossing her arms.
"Dude, it's your fault you crashed out on Shigechi-kun. You owe me one." She insisted. Otowa rolled her eyes and flopped into my chair.
"Fine. I'll cover your ass." She huffed.
Junko grabbed my hand and led me down the path between the cafeteria and the library. I clutched her jacket against my chest.
"If you got drugged, you should report it to the police!" I said as we ran together.
"It's not that kind of a situation." She huffed, "If I told them the truth, they would never believe me."
"What do you mean? Is this adversary a spirit or something?" I asked.
"Kinda, actually. This Shigetchi kid, he has something called a stand. They're a bunch of little beetles that do his bidding, whether it's collecting loose change or injecting people with whisky."
"Yeah, that does sound crazy...to most people." I said, revealing my stand to her. Her eyes widened.
"You-you're a stand user!" Junko exclaimed.
"This is Pink Matter, she can translate any language being spoken within 10 meters." A pink floating character with mouthes all over her appeared behind me. She smiled at Junko with several of them.
"Ohhh, so that's why you're so good at English!" It dawned on her.
I chuckled, "Yup, easy A. I'm a linguistics major, too. Not that I don't love learning about languages the old-fashioned way." We turned a block onto a residential street of single-family homes. "What's your stand's name?"
"Oh! Mine's name is Crazy Diamond. She can heal people, or beat the shit out of them, whatever is most appropriate for the situation." A pink and blue figure with heart motifs on her armour appeared behind Junko.
I looked around, "Do you live off campus?" I asked.
"I do with my Mom, but she's out of town on a work trip right now." They said as they approached one of the houses.
Junko fiddled with her carabiner for the right keys and opened the door. She flipped on the lights and they both took off their shoes in the entrance way.
"Make yourself at home, I'll run to grab you a change of clothes. Did it...um, soak into your bra?" Junko asked.
I peaked below my blouse. "Yeah, it did."
"I'm so so sorry! I'll bring you a hoodie, too. I don't think we're the same bra size." No shit, Junko is six inches taller and is a cup size DD!
She ran upstairs. I looked around the living room. A picture of Junko and her mom rested on the coffee table. In a room nearby was an altar dedicated to an older man, likely Junko's grandfather. Junko flew down the stairs and brought a fresh change of clothes: A soft t-shirt, shorts, underwear, socks and a hoodie.
"You can take these to the bathroom over there and freshen up. Just give me your soiled clothes when you're ready." Junko handed the loosely folded clothes to me.
"Thanks." I said. Putting on Junko's pajamas? This moment felt like a fever dream. I walked to the bathroom and changed, wrapping a towel around my naked body.
"Hey Junko?" I called from behind the bathroom door.
"Yes?" She called back right next to the door. Was she standing there the whole time?
"I have my soiled clothes ready, but I still need to shower. Can I hand them to you?" I asked.
"Y-Yes." She said nervously, accepting my balled up clothes and running to the washing machine down the hall. I stepped into the shower and looked at the various shampoos and soaps. Junko uses a lot of products when she washes her hair. Of course, I smelled each and every bottle to see what she smells like the most. I landed on the honey-infused shampoo, which transported me back to sitting behind her in class as she flipped her hair.
I didn't care that it was shampoo. I rubbed it all over my body and took in the sweet, floral, warm scent of Junko all around me, being pulled up to my nose by steam.
I stepped out of the shower and towel-dried my hair, scrunching my locks dry. I could hear her pacing outside, not as close to me, but in the hallway.
I opened the bathroom door. My hair laid damp on the t-shirt. I was too overheated to put on the hoodie without feeling sticky, so I held it in front of my chest.
"You look-that's a nice color on you." She said meekly, averting her eyes from my chest.
"Thanks..." I said meekly. "I feel a little exposed down here. Can we go to your room?"
"Oh, y-yes, of course! It's just upstairs on the left." She led me up the stairs to her room.
Her navy walls were covered in punk posters. Her desk was cluttered with makeup and hair products. Her duvet was draped over her bed in a half-attempt to make it. On her nightstand was a magazine with an open-mouthed girl on it. Junko did a double take and shoved it into her nighstand drawer. "Sorry, I didn't know I'd be having company, heh."
"That's okay. I read that magazine too, actually." I blushed. "You know, I'm kinda glad you threw up on me today." I smiled at her. That magazine was a resounding confirmation that Junko was not straight.
"Huh? Why?" Junko balked at her.
"Because I got to spend time with you." I said. Instantly cringing at myself. Am I coming on too strong?
It was Junko's turn to blush. "I'm glad too, I mean, I'm mortified that I threw up on you and I'm so so sorry, but it's nice to get to know you better. You're the prettiest girl in our class."
I stuttered, "Am n-not. Everyone knows that's your title, Junko."
"Are too! And you're so smart without being a know-it-all. I envy your language skills." She sighed. We exchanged a look that I couldn't describe with words. It made my mouth dry.
"Do, do you like girls?" Junko asked, her cheeks burned red.
"Yeah, but, I've never been with a girl before. I've only read about it online...and in that magazine." I admitted.
"Oh, s-same. Otawa and I made out once when we were drunk, but she's bi, and head-over-heels for some guy in our history class right now." Junko rolled her eyes. "We're friends, he's just mean to her."
"Oh, is it Ryo? I've seen them hanging out at the 7-11 smoking together." I said off-hand.
Junko pinched the bridge of her nose, "I told her to not smoke, that shit's so bad for her! He's a bad influence."
"Drinking isn't much healthier." I reminded her. She got quiet when I said that.
"It's not something I do all the time. I've only been drunk a few times, today being the last time for a while." She explained.
I changed the subject. "When I first came out of the bathroom, what did you want to say to me?" I asked.
Junko sighed shakily, covering her face with her hand. Her fingernails were short, painted with a sparkly lilac gel. "I wanted to say you look hot in my clothes, but I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
'You look hot in my clothes.' echoed in my head as a warm heat pooled in my lower tummy. "Aww, thanks. I-I really like your honey shampoo. It reminds me of sitting behind you in class."
She stepped closer to me and sniffed my neck. "Did you use it as body wash?"
"Maybe..." I said coyly.
"That's real cute, Rino." she said, looking at me again, towering over me inches away.
My eyes fell to her lips. "What did your first kiss feel like?" I asked.
Junko licked her lips and pursed them. "It's fuzzy but, It felt soft and exciting all at the same time." Our noses were inches apart now.
"I'd like to feel like that, can you show me?" I ask, my voice is so breathy, I barely recognize it.
Junko leans in and presses her glossy pink lips against mine. The sensation blossoms through my face and travels down my chest. My head buzzes with pleasure. Her lips smack gently and she deepens the kiss, her hand reaching behind to cradle my head. I'm breathless as she pulls away to look me in the eyes.
"How did that feel?" Junko asked.
It was exhilarating. "Really good, my body feels so...I'm so turned on right now I can't stand it!" I cried.
"Damn, one kiss really made you that horny?" Junko raised an eyebrow.
"You're my first! 'M not horny." I mumbled.
"Yeah, you are." She grinned, "What can I do to make you feel good?"
I bit my lip, "Pin me down and make out with me?" I ask through my teeth.
Junko grabs my shoulders and pins me against the wall, slamming her lips into mine. I return the kiss and open my mouth to let her tongue play with mine. "I saw the way you looked at me when I grabbed Otawa. You like a little rough-housing, doncha?" She growled.
I couldn't form a word, let alone a sentence. "Ah, I-" I gasped as her left hand pulled me away from the wall, spun me around, and shoved me onto her bed.
I fell onto her soft mattress and she sunk into me, her tongue explored mine again, but this time, her hands joined her. I gasped when she pinched one of my nipples. "Junko~" I whined, feeling myself get wetter as she played with my body. My mind is racing, Junko Higashitaka is making out with me, me!
"Do you wanna...move to my bed?" Junko asked.