-two weeks later
"Well, here I am. A Saturday alone." A college girl muttered to herself outside with the breeze passing through her hair before stepping through the double doors in front of her.
It wasn't a concept that was new to Rebecca given her extensive studies, often being forced to choose between academic and social success. However, today was not one of those instances. Her latest tests and projects were all complete with her even managing to spend time with her university friends for Halloween. However, it was now November, and he mind remained stuck on what had happened the previous month and how her relationships with specific individuals had evolved.
"It's Rebecca Hopkins," she was again told a certain doorman
"Very well," the employee pressed the appropriate button, "Mr. Kuroki, a Ms. Hopkins is here to see you."
"Huh? Well, fine. Send her up." the recipient answered, somewhat groggily from within his room.
With his approval, Rebecca strolled her way up the elevator and down the hall where the familiar apartment awaited. Knocking on the door brought her promptly face-to-face with the boy who waited inside, but not nearly as prepared as he was for their past encounters.
"Rebecca?" Mokuba Kuroki greeted her seemingly half-asleep, "What's up? I don't remember making any plans."
"Truthfully speaking, that's because you didn't but still..." she fiddled with her fingers, "I just felt like coming over to see you on a rare day off.
"Huh, well, okay," he seemed to try and shake himself awake, "I was just getting a bit bored myself."
His hair even shaggier than usual, the Asian teen stood radically different from her past times seeing him. Looking over him in more detail, Rebecca saw that his often formal attire had been forgone in favor of a grey t-shirt declaring his fealty to the nearby Mariners baseball team and sweatpants that seemed almost intended to make her sweat with how they accentuated what she now knew to be a most marvelous appendage contained underneath.
"Sorry, I don't have any sort of special meal ready or whatever. I wasn't expecting company but you're free to come in anyway. Folks are off on business like usual," Mokuba humbly welcomed her inside.
"Oh... yes!" the girl had to promptly force her eyes back upwards, "That's perfectly alright. Thank you."
Following Mokuba's lead, Rebecca walked behind him through the apartment to the central living area where a wide leather sofa had been set up in front of a seventy-five inch OLED television.
"Don't mind me," he returned to the seat where the imprint of his behind could still be seen, "I was just flipping through the channels in search of... something worthwhile."
"It's all good, I was just feeling in need of a little... companionship," the female student uneasily settled in on the cushion adjacent to him, "I mean, we haven't gotten together outside of university since that time, you know."
"Why? Were you hoping to get more?" the boy replied half-jokingly.
"I'm up for whatever you're up to really," Rebecca didn't refute his suggestion, "Just seems as though we should spend a bit more casual time together."
"I was just about to do some mindless channel flipping if you don't mind tagging along for it."
In his best efforts to put on something they could both get some enjoyment out of, Mokuba stopped his channel flipping on the local news affiliate, but the girl could only keep her eyes on the screen at most half of the time. Sitting with his legs spread wide open, the bulge in Mokuba's sweats would have been too prominent to ignore even without her knowledge of what it truly concealed. Even clothed, the way his meat seemed to rest halfway down his thigh was breathtaking to behold.
"For all of their importance in the local tech industry, my parents are still dinosaurs who insist on regular television packages instead of streaming," Mokuba initiated a conversation, "The most deluxe package money can buy and still barely a damn thing to watch."
"I'll bet," his comment barely registered with her.
Mokuba had his own mixed feelings towards being alone with her but attempted to drown them out by scrolling through the stations again. He stumbled upon an airing of Frozen that seemed like a good choice to watch with a girl around and take full advantage of the ultra-high-definition display.
"So, what do you make of the colors on this thing?" he suddenly asked, "Absolute top of the market with an OLED screen."
"Colors? What are you talking about? It's all grey," she absent-mindedly responded before covering her mouth in mortal embarrassment, leaving a silent stare to hover between them for the next several moments.
"Well..." he exhaled, "I guess I've figured out what it is that you really want to watch and it's not the sort of thing that Disney would want to put on.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" Rebecca scrambled to cover her face, "All that's happened between us must have you thinking I'm some kind of slut, but it's really just that you've... kinda gotten in my head."
"Understandable, all things considered," the boy laughed, "I mean, I kinda threw these on haphazardly for your sudden arrival. Otherwise, I was just sorta letting it all hang out."
"Hang out? You mean like naked?" the scholar double-checked.
"Um... yeah..." he rubbed the back of his head, "I mean, gotta take advantage of the chance to give it some space where I can, right?"
"Well then..." a blush began to fill her cheeks, "Don't feel like you have to restrict yourself for my sake..."
Mokuba's face also began to flush red as the atmosphere settled in between them. He wasn't nearly naive enough to not realize where this was going to lead, but to have her be the one to set it in motion this time at least forced him to take pause. He certainly had nothing better to do but never imagined that thing to do would be knocking on his door unannounced. Mokuba stood from his seat after a brief look into her eyes to affirm her resolve.
"Okay," he took a breath, "If you insist."
With her full attention and nothing to be ashamed of, Mokuba grabbed the waist of his sweats and let them drop like a curtain being cast aside. Underneath his member awaited her anxious as full and healthy as ever, hanging most of the way down his thigh even while flaccid. He only took a second to soak in her reaction before sitting back down, visibly more comfortable than before.
"There, isn't that better?" she beamed, scooching in just a bit closer.
"Most certainly, I can't deny that," he spread his arms across the backrest with legs open, "It helps to let it breathe whenever I can."
Despite his rather impressive genitals now being completely out in the open, neither Mokuba nor Rebecca sought to take any further, immediate action with the other. For the female scholar, the sight of his masculinity in its natural state was something to be studied and appreciated. What she was now seeing was who Mokuba truly was, devoid of any facade or pretense. He even picked the remote back up to change the television over to a Batman film airing on another channel although she couldn't be bothered to even pretend to look at the screen anymore. In her experience, penises like Mokuba's were only seen at times where sex was imminent, but this was a reminder that he still has a life to live well beyond those moments, even if the rising heat in her crotch told her such a moment would likely be fleeting here.
"I just couldn't imagine living life with something like that attached to my groin at all times," she willed herself to address the figurative and almost literal elephant in the room.
"It's not too bad," he shrugged, "I mean it's just the reverse of living with boobs, right?"
"Yeah, but mine aren't anything much more than average," the girl cradled her chest, "If I'm a C-cup, you're the equivalent of a K-cup."
"And would you want that for yourself?"
"Yeah, I mean no, kinda..." Rebecca fumbled with the question, "I mean... what do you think?"
