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AnimeCon Harem 14: 14 pt 5
🕑 Added 2022-05-30 16:47:03 +0000 UTCWith as smooth a motion as he was able, Brian shifted back from Kelly just far enough to extricate his erection from the snug embrace of her thighs. His palm swept his shaft upright so that it would fit into his pants, and then he hastily managed to button the front. The pants just barely closed, the fly remaining open for now—it probably wouldn’t be too noticeable, and there was a sense of urgency thrumming through him. They needed to just do this.
He wasn’t any more comfortable with public exposure play or whatever this was shaping up to be, but Brian was likewise starting to just want to fuck, ramifications be damned, as if infected by Kelly’s own devil may care attitude. When they had connected in that weird intangible way, it was as though he could feel her cynicism and disregard for the consequences of getting caught in the act. Her ‘so fucking what’ outlook seemed liberating and maybe even a tiny bit lonely, and the difference between her views and his were a distance he was now determined to bridge. Kelly needed to be fucked, and before he started to lose his nerve, he had to discover some somewhat sensible way of satisfying her without too many more delays.
Okay, yeah, okay, so—now what?! Brian again surveyed their surroundings for anywhere they could do things without instantly being found out.
He registered Kelly’s hands fumbling to adjust her yoga pants back into place, but her distraught, entreating expression and the glimmer of tears in her eyes made Brian feel almost frantic. He’d pried open pandora’s box and freed all the painful sensitive things she didn’t want to deal with, and all she was asking of him in return was to rescue her from all of these emotions by breaking some rules. I can do that, right?
The booth nearest them, it was just a table with a tablecloth hanging down over the front, couldn’t they just… duck under there and not be seen?
No, Brian grit his teeth. Everyone would see us do that, the guy behind that stall would flip out on us, and—we probably wouldn’t even fit.
The enormous cylindrical pillars that so defined the convention center’s unique aesthetic were evenly spaced here throughout the vendor’s room, and occasionally disrupted the flow of an aisle. How could he take advantage of that? The nearest one in sight seemed to be just one row over from them. Maybe some fortunate happenstance between it and a nearby vendor’s booth would create some small blind spot?
Still scanning left and right, Brian took Kelly by the hand and led her along several paces. It was just enough for him to see over the tables in that area towards the pillar—and, no good, there were people standing over there right next to it, a small group of anime fans talking with one another. The spacing was all wrong anyways, there was ample room for people to slip through there, and passersby were doing so.
Fuck, no good.
He whirled in place for a moment, scanning his surroundings and feeling at a loss as to how they were going to go about this.
I guess I—I have to just, ask some vendor person? Brian surmised with a helpless laugh. Say hey, uh, there’s an issue, and would it be cool if we had a private moment back there behind your table? Yeah, right. Like THAT’S gonna fly.
Maybe that was grasping at straws, but it was still marginally better than simply dropping drawers and fucking her completely out in the open. So, Brian changed tacks and instead began evaluating the vendors themselves. He wasn’t even sure exactly what it was he was looking for, perhaps just someone who looked more approachable, someone who appeared more amenable to helping out some random strangers than the others.
The nearest stall was one of the tables tightly packed with rows of manga, where a stone-faced Asian man in a button-up shirt surveyed the people browsing his wares. His narrow eyes and stiff, unreadable expression seemed strictly business, with no room for humoring any nonsense. In the booth next to him, a doughy old white guy with long hair and an unkempt gray beard was starting to pack up his anime statuettes from the riser displays with careful, meticulous movements. That vendor seemed annoyed already somehow, and Brian mentally discarded any notion of asking him as well. Adjacent to him, a pair of chipper young women were helping customers buy plush dolls—but that one was a corner booth, and drew too much attention regardless.
“Just—please, give me one more second,” Brian promised, pulling a silent Kelly along the row as he searched for some miracle.
They started to skirt around a group of girls in orange kimonos, and Brian peered past them towards what seemed like the best bet—one of those booths that featured walls of metal shelving packed full of boxed collectibles. That was a bust, because there were shoppers already inside the small enclosure, and barely even room for the old Vietnamese vendor lady to stand in there amid all the merchandise besides. The one opposite that one barely even warranted a glance, the area being too open and visible from almost all directions.
Kelly and Brian paused, stopping just in time to avoid walking in front of a girl’s raised phone as she took a photo of a patiently posing Sousuke Salladin cosplayer across from her.
“Brian—” Kelly’s voice seemed smaller, more distant.
“One more second,” Brian asked, fighting back the sense of panic. “If we can find—”
The next booth was too sparse, where a bald man with a goatee had just about finished packing up everything for the weekend, but the one just after that seemed… ideal. Wire racks extended up on either side and blocked off view with hanging hoodies, messenger bags, and backpacks, while the booth itself was piled so high with stacks of folded shirts that it was difficult to see behind the table. A Japanese beauty in a short-sleeved blouse was behind the heaps, rearranging things so that she could begin reboxing everything for transport, but she rose up as she saw Brian and Kelly approach.
“Hiii! We are still open!” The woman gave them a friendly wave, and to Brian’s surprise—her eyes even flashed up and down to actually check him out. “One for fifteen, two for twenty! For you, I can do three for twenty.”
“Actually, um,” Brian tried not to falter with his ridiculous question. “Would we be able to, to have a moment of privacy back there behind your booth? She—uh, we need a moment. Private kind of… emergency.”
“Emergency?” With a quizzical look, the vendor turned from Brian to Kelly and back again. “A moment of privacy? For… what?”
“I need to be fucked, right now,” Kelly pleaded.
“It’s—yeah,” Brian just barely managed to keep a straight face. “That.”
“You what?” The Japanese woman seemed amused rather than offended. “You… want to fuck, back here in my booth? Are you guys for real? That is so not allowed.”
“I… I can buy some shirts?” Brian laughed.
“Uh-huh. How many shirts?” The vendor’s smile remained, but her eyebrows rose up. “Ten? Twenty?”
“Uhhh, well, here,” Brian grabbed his wallet from his back pocket and hurried to flip it open.
All my remaining cash is probably… two hundred-ish? Brian simply took all of it and offered it to the woman. Maybe one-seventy or so, after buying everyone breakfast?
The Japanese woman flipped through to count the twenties and remaining small bills with practiced speed and then bit her lip, staring at them for a long moment of consideration. “Okay, but seriously—are you for real?”
“Yeah, yes,” Brian admitted. “Only if it’s cool with you.”
“Well…” Her grin seemed perplexed, and she turned back and forth to think about it. “You’re both crazy. Um. Keep your voices down, don’t make any mess? You get caught, it’s got nothing to do with me. Don’t know you, never saw you, and it’s not my problem, okay? And—I’m keeping all of this.”
“Cool, yeah,” Brian felt relief flood through him, and he was preeminently aware of his dick pressing against the front seam of his pants. “Thank you, thank you so much.”
Wow, I just—I can’t believe that maybe worked, Brian’s mind raced. Although also, guess I did just fork over everything in my wallet. Whatever, it’s—doesn’t matter.
“Uh-huh, uh-huh, you can squeeze through over here,” the woman said, carefully scootching the table out of position so that the small gap between it and the neighboring booth grew to a slightly larger one. “Don’t touch anything, and—no noise. You get seen or heard or anything, I’m throwin’ you under the bus when security shows up, okay? This is so fuckin’ stupid.”
The woman eyed the bulge in Brian’s pants as he shimmied and sidestepped through the narrow opening to join her in the small space, and her eyebrows went up again as he helped Kelly inside. The close quarters here became surprisingly intimate, and the vendor blushed a bit and put one hand to her forehead in either exasperation or amusement.
“Okay, so, get down and out of sight and stay out of sight, She said. “So fuckin’ stupid. You’re lucky I was young once.”
“You still look youn—” Kelly began to comment.
“Nup-up-up, nope, no talking, no noise, just—shut up,” The woman cut Kelly off with a blush. “Yeah. Shut up and, well, get down if you’re gonna do your thing. Both of you.”
Kelly regarded her for a moment, and then turned to give Brian a look he couldn’t quite read, and then she began to drop down. The shirts on the table were stacked up about waist high, so when Kelly dropped to her knees she was already almost out of sight from the aisle. Then she ducked further forward, flipping her mane of red hair to the side, planting one hand with her face atop it so that she wouldn’t be kissing the convention carpet, and then arched her back to present her incredible butt towards him.
The form-fitting gray hosiery of her yoga pants strained across her plush curves and then clung to the delectable crevice as Kelly without ceremony struggled to yank and peel the garment down with her free hand. Perfect pale lobes were revealed, and then between those cheeks the soft divot of her anus, and then just below that—pussy lips blooming open, flushed red and glimmering with lubrication beneath the overhead lights of the vendor’s room. This close, Brian could smell her excitement as he lowered himself into a crouch behind her, and the intoxicating fragrance of arousal appearing right here in his face like this made his dick surge. He managed to hunch down a bit more to ensure he wasn’t in broad view, and then it was impossible to focus on anything else but Kelly.
Holy fucking shit. We’re, uh—we’re really doing this. Right here. It's—
Kelly let out another anguished little sob.
He froze again, and his mind whirled and contorted as he tried to reconcile what felt like completely conflicting situations in this little hiding spot they’d found here—he didn’t know if this was the right thing to do. Kelly was a mess right now. Not quite a complete emotional wreck, or anything, but—more than a little vulnerable, begging him to fuck her, making him promise to, even—was it throwing her a lifeline she could cling to, pulling the scene girl back into her comfort zone? Or, was she crying out for him to cut her loose from this whole relationship thing and let her slip away from them? Was this a goodbye-sex sort of closure she was grasping for? Did that even make sense?
Such a goddamn… tough situation, Brian gnawed on his lip as he struggled to gather his bearings and keep his thoughts from gridlocking with indecision. She’s crying. It’s ambiguous. Don’t know… which way I’m supposed to interpret this, here.
Crying and being this kind of emotional was normally always such a clear-cut STOP signal for him, it had him feeling baffled and nervous and even a little betrayed as he glanced down at himself and realized how erect he still was. The rigid protrusion was tenting his pants forward in an obscene way. Letting out a slow hiss of breath didn’t help. Hovering here stradling Kelly’s ankles and just fucking observing obviously didn’t help. If anything, he got the feeling that his hesitation was upsetting her even more, because the sobs wracking through her seemed to intensify.
Like—she’s not okay. Obviously, Brian reasoned, reluctantly unbuttoning his pants. She’s still crying. But, it’s like… can I stop and try to let her calm down enough to… I don’t know, explain? Does she even know, would anyone, really? I—I just—is this really the right thing to do? Because, it doesn’t feel like it. Or, maybe it’s just—Kelly doesn’t cry. Can’t let herself cry, it’s not KELLY to be seen in this sort of state. So, this is—I don’t know. Her wanting a way out, to turn crying into sex, because she can deal with sex, but she can’t deal with being like this. I don’t know. Fuck. I DID promise her. Don’t know if it’s the right thing to do. But… I’m doing it. Fuck.
He honestly wasn’t happy that his dick wasn’t particularly conflicted about the situation at all.
It sprung out into the open air incredibly eager to plunge into something. Brian’s actual mentality was still teetering back and forth on whether or not he’d really be able to do this at all. Part of it still felt so wrong, and the idea that her tears aroused him in some way made him feel a little sick. It was an uncomfortable bit of his own psychology he had to grapple with—her opening up to him and allowing herself to be vulnerable simply was a turn-on for him. In the same ways that her emotionally distancing herself from him had always been a turn-off.
Barriers he’d never expected to even get a peek over were down, and Kelly was in so many ways exposed. Laid bare, both figuratively and literally, because just beneath those gently wriggling ass cheeks her vulva was flushed pink and visibly wet. She wanted him to fuck her, when she was at her most unguarded. That says something, right? That’s… uh… meaningful?
It was getting too hard to think.
While this was definitely a moment that warranted stopping and considering what he was about to do, some primal part of him was already fumbling forward into the motions. Brian discovered himself grabbing the smooth expanse of butt Kelly offered up. Feeling soft flesh fill his hands, rediscovering how plump and warm her naked skin muted the voices of dissension in his head.
He had to make a decision one way or another, so… he was just going to make a call and bear the consequences as they came, however best he could. Lining up the crown of his dick with Kelly’s slippery lips, Brian inched both knees as far forward as he possibly could, smacking his legs up against the meat of her thighs, and then—pressed himself into her.
HnnnNNnnnnggg—
Brian immediately felt blinded by scintillating red light and his legs spasmed, pushing him even further into Kelly, smashing forward with far more force than intended. There was a moment of bleary confusion looking down at the fistful of her shirt he’d suddenly grabbed in the one hand, because the color red wasn’t something he was seeing, exactly, it was some synaesthesiac dazzle. Taking place more in his mind than in his actual vision. Before he could think upon it his abdomen clenched and his hips jerked again, slamming forward to clap his body against Kelly’s. Then again. And again—it felt amazing beyond words—again, this time with enough violence to push her off her hands and knees and into a prone position on the convention carpet.
Ohhh fuuuuck-k-k—!——! Brian lost all control for a moment and every iota of his being committed completely to fucking Kelly as fast and hard as he could.
The searing starfire arced into him like a live current of energy from where their bodies were joined in molten lust, lighting up every nerve. Brian didn’t have the presence of mind to decide if it was like being electrocuted or if it felt like the best sex he’d ever had, because it was both. Incandescent reds shot from her to him and back from him into her upon a network of overloaded nerves. Pleasure sparked from each receptor and the mechanical motion of thrusting desperately into Kelly took absolute precedence over anything else. From the very root of his being, he now needed to fuck her.
The sensation of being inside her was so slick and tight it felt like it was overwriting his other senses. As far as he was aware, he wasn’t even pulling back out after each push forward—instead just driving deeper and deeper with each pistoning hammer of his lower body against hers. In any other context such a total loss of control would have horrified him, but the frantic need saturating the radiance of red shooting that felt like it was irradiating them with catastrophic lust particles… was very Kelly.
It wasn’t something he’d be able to explain or rationalize, more of an instinctive feel for it—the red was Kelly. Obviously. Red equals Kelly. The concept was as simple to grasp as the untidy mane of her red hair he saw. He couldn’t see her expression, her face was practically shoved into a bundle of still partially-folded t-shirts that had fallen off the edge of the table. This red stuff, this magic dazzle was erupting out of her through the invisible link they shared and into him, and the catalyst seemed to be sex. Somehow. Transforming… the repressed pressure of a swath of other feelings by just igniting everything with explosive desire. Everything was so simple and easy to understand when you stopped trying to think so hard about all of it. She needed to vent; this was definitely venting. Absolutely. Now, if he could just thrust in a little bit deeper—
“Wait stop,” Kelly gasped out in a breathless voice.
The color vanished without warning, and the momentum Brian experienced crashed from what felt like billions of miles an hour to the arrest of a full stop all at once. He jolted back out of her in a surge of panic. Kelly kicked and flailed for a moment, struggling to reorient herself from the stack of cloth goods merchandise Brian had pushed her into back in his mad rush to alleviate all the red.
“Are you oka—” Brian’s words failed him when she turned to meet his gaze.
Kelly’s eyes were lit from within with actual red light.
It was beautiful and also inspired pure terror and somehow felt natural, all at once. The sight looked a little like the red eye effect in low-light photos when flash reflects off of the retinas, but sharper, more pronounced. The black of her pupils was dilating wide and filling with a red glow that was stronger, brighter, not quite something he would liken to a movie special effect—quite yet—because of how subtle it was, but it was there. Magic. Magic of some sort, undeniable and right here in fucking front of him. Not just something they all talked about as they tried to aggregate a bunch of discordant feelings into metaphors or something easier to understand, this was real, and the stark visible reality of it in front of him shook him.
Then, just as suddenly as it came, the gleam of red faded back away, leaving Kelly’s eyes dark and vacant and staring through him without seeming to see him at all.
“Brian,” Kelly said at last in a small, distant voice. “Do you—do you trust me?”
“Yeah, yes—of course,” Brian said. “What’s happening?”
He was all but hovering back over her in concern. The unexpected crash back to reality had him going flaccid fast, the situation around them again became apparent, and all of the sweat across his body went cold as he realized they’d drawn attention having sex here. The booth vendor had retreated back to the far corner of the table enclosure and quite a few AnimeCon attendees were watching them from the aisle—three girls were watching with an enthralled but not exactly entertained I can’t believe people are bonking right out in the open expressions, a pair of guys over there were grinning like we’d just made their entire weekend, a phone was out and recording them already, and—
“I need you to run, right now,” Kelly asked him. “Go—as fast as you can, I need you to go, fucking sprint for, um. Outside the convention, left, go left, when you go out into the plaza and immediately left, go in that direction until there’s this alleyway, like an access point. Between the convention center and the businesses that face the next street over. Okay? Go there. Now. run.”
“Uhh okay, outside the convention, go left, access point,” Brian repeated, bewildered but already rising up and into motion. “Are you oka—”
“Go, fucking—Brian, run!”
As he hurried to shove his still-erect dick back into his pants and clamber to his feet, what Brian felt, to his surprise, was relief. The suddenly aborted sex didn’t bother him or fill him with dread and second-guessing himself, now. She wasn’t suddenly panicking or feeling raped or any of the horrifying thoughts that just gradually built up in his fears while dating Chloe. Some… magic thing of some sort had happened. This wasn’t their relationship going sideways in a hurry because he’d made the wrong call during a delicate moment, like he’d feared. It was magic. Some random, nonsensical interruption of some sort. He almost wanted to laugh about it.
* * *
I think... I love you, Kelly didn’t dare to say it out loud as she watched him hurry out of the booth enclosure and out of sight. Brian, I really maybe DO love you. Completely love you. Just like Steph said.
Isn’t that the most fucked up thing of all? I’m so sorry. I’m sorry that it has to be this way.
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/// Fuck it, I'm still not happy with a lot of it, but I'm not just gonna keep you guys in the lurch forever. Next post either tomorrow or on the 1st. Might curtail some of the Brian POV thoughts as I massage this section back into the two previous teasers as they're important but also strain the pacing / reader's patience. Will fix links in a bit, I'm way behind on updating / reorganizing the eroge stuff too. Rough month, as always.
