Here's a long one for you guys. Might install this one in multiple parts. Just remember that this one has a loooong slow buildup. Don't expect graphic content in every installment, however I will try to keep you interested with some service until the action picks up. Either way, enjoy the read. Usual Disclaimer, all characters over 18, I own nothing, etc.
--Kyoketsu_Shoge
DRAMATIS PERSONAE: Blaine Willstrom -- 19, instructor of martial arts, typical college student. 6'4", 196 lbs. Untidy wavy brown hair, brown eyes. Camille Eschod -- 18, an instructor at the same dojo as Blaine, as well as the daughter of the chief instructor. 5'2", 115 lbs. Wavy blonde hair, cool blue eyes. Called Cammy by most everyone. Ada Suessmorn -- 19, a student at the dojo as well as friend of Blaine's and acquaintance of Cammy's. Straight dark hair, green eyes. Pale skinned, slight of build. 5'8", 126 lbs.
****************** SCENE I: College cafeteria, Blaine sits with his mind occupied...
SCENE BEGINS ******************
The dojo. The martial arts academy where I learned so much more than self defense. It made me stronger, though the tests were rigorous, and the tribulation ever-present. What could plague a student of martial arts to such an extent, save a complicated kata, or perhaps those tricky shoulder-rolls?
She was beautiful. I mean, both of them were. But Cammy... There's only so many words I could use before you got bored and stopped listening. But succinctly, Cammy was an angel. The lightest blonde hair tumbled down to her shoulders, and her blue eyes were as cold as late December mornings. I would watch every class as her nimble body performed the trickiest of techniques, and the strongest of strikes. For though her body was very womanly, the force with which she struck would set her breasts alight with motion; and to see her stretch her lithe form was an unworldly pleasure.
Her skin was stretched taught over her perfect form, and her demurely concave stomach was artfully connected to what were fast becoming perfectly womanly hips. Most women couldn't make the uniform (a standard karate gi) look good, but Cammy certainly could.
The only other girl at the dojo who could even rival Cammy's beauty was Ada. She was a treasure all her own: dark hair cut short bobbed around her neck, contrasting with her pale light skin. Her height was slight, as was her build; "barely-there" breasts were paired with the fullness of her thighs and rear, creating a deliciously sexy dichotomy that plagued my mind on many an occasion. This would have been no problem, had Ada not been a good friend of mine.
Now, it was no secret that I had feelings for Cammy. Well, it was a secret to her. After all, she was an instructor like me, which meant we were forbidden to be together. Not that it stopped me from dropping hints...which she never seemed to pick up on. It's hard to be too up-front, when her parents own the dojo.
But, that's the way it's always been...Every day I go to the dojo, and instead of confessing my love for her, I keep my job. Every day I keep on training instead of asking her out. Every day, I savor the fruits of seven years of training, instead of the lips of an angel. Of course, these lamentations were old news to Ada. Being both my friend and confidant, it often seemed she knew me better than I knew myself.
"Blaine! Are you even listening to me?"
I shook myself from the internal monologue, my spicy tuna roll coming back into focus. "Sorry Ada. There's a lot on my mind lately."
"Bullshit," she countered, leaning down to look me in the eyes. "There's only one thing on your mind, just like every day. You've got that 'Cammy look' in your eyes."
"Like I can help it. Maybe if she weren't so close."
"Just because she's here doesn't mean you should keep thinking about her." It was true, though. There I sat in the college cafeteria, trying to eat and hold a conversation, but my mind was very much absorbed by Cammy. She was sitting about five tables away; alone as usual. She'd been home-schooled since her earliest years, and so had trouble being outwardly social.
Within her circle of friends she was cheery as a picnic on a Tuesday afternoon. However, no one had ever known her to have had any boyfriends. This was one of the things which attracted me to her. A pure, innocent, beautiful shrine maiden. She seemed so happy, and yet so fragile.
"But then again," Ada said slyly, "why don't you just ask her to come sit with us?"
I looked at my food, dumbfounded for several seconds till I found a response. "Why would she want to sit with us?"
"She knows us. You two chat often. She's eating alone. Isn't this one of the scenarios you teach the kids about showing compassion," Ada said. It was true. Maybe that would strike a chord with Cammy.
"Okay, but if I crash and burn, what happens then?"
"It's just eating lunch with you, genius. And besides, I'm here too. You don't think I'd leave you two alone, do you?"
With that, I rose and walked towards Cammy. As I approached, I marveled at what she wore. I guess I was still getting used to seeing her out of her dojo uniform. Her blouse was sheer, and though she wore another shirt beneath, as I approached it allowed me a peek at the peak. Peaks, I should say. Such delightful buoyancy, such a gap there between! Not too large, not too small. The perfect handful...
"Hi, Blaine," she said with a smile, craning her neck to identify who stood behind her. Lechery puts a foul voice on the air; one she must have heard. "I didn't know you ate lunch in this slot too," she continued.
"Yeah, it's weird, but, uh...we seem to share nearly all our lunch blocks together. Weird, eh?"
She giggled. "You're not stalking me are you?"
I thought quickly. A joke to lighten the heavy question. "Only when I need the best sparring partner in the dojo," I replied with a smirk.
"You're sweet, but you give me too much credit. It takes two to tango."
"Or two to Taijutsu as this case may be."
"Exactly," she said, with one of her trademark smiles; perfect row of white peeking from behind the full lips, delicately painted with a slight amount of girlish pink. "Did you need something?"
I need you. Need your presence in my life, not just at the dojo, as a partner, and not just here to look at. I need you to be with, in all things. Beauty radiates from you like light from a glorious star. I could spend a perfect week just breathing with you, and die happily a moment after. "Well, not really," I said, holding my tongue as well as my romance. "I was just wondering, you're eating alone, and I was thinking, my friend and I are over there. You remember Ada from the dojo, right?"
I motioned over to Ada, who waved to Cammy, who returned the gesture in kind. "Yes, her," I continued, trying to be brief. "Well, we're over there, do you maybe want to eat with us?"
"That's nice of you to offer, Blaine. I'll get my things," she replied. That was easy, I thought. Time to score some bonus points.
"Let me get that for you," I remarked, picking up a bag which I assumed to be full of clothes. I knew from chatting with her that she was in some dance classes, so a change of clothes made sense.
Cammy grinned as we picked up her things, and moseyed back to Ada. As we sat, I took another bite of my roll, unsure of what to talk about. Ada looked at me, confused. She saw my mouth was full, and so took the initiative.
"Your top looks great, I love the color, Cammy."
"This? Thanks, Ada."
Ada smiled, settling into the topic. "It's the perfect color for your eyes." She looked to me. "Doesn't it match her eyes, that cool blue hue, Blaine?"
Dammit, Ada. Using color temperature and eye contact. She knew I couldn't resist an art discussion or Cammy. Put together...Forget it. I swallowed the large bite I had with a loud gulp.
