“Yeah, you’re not fat or anything.” She shifted uncomfortably in her chair. If this lasted any longer- if he didn’t pull away right now- she might be unable to keep up her monotone.
“Pay attention to me!” He had grabbed her ponytail and pulled so that she was forced to look in his direction. That was not fair play. She raised an eyebrow as he raised his voice. “I’m sixteen years old! I’m already long overdue for this!”
“I have to say that I’m not following you he- uhhh...” Her sentence trailed off as he touched her. She understood now, ever-so-vaguely, and just at the notion of it she felt as though she were going to have a heart attack. Yet, she stayed absolutely still as his fingers brushed over her collarbone, then ran down the front of her shirt. She held her breath as his hand hovered over her breast. His touch was gentle, like he thought he might break her (interesting, she thought, because he was a lot rougher when he was telling her what to do every day) and he was curious- boyish in his advances, a quality that she admired, though she would never admit it.
“I’m talking about the bond between men and women,” he said, suddenly terribly serious. And then, looking into her eyes, he suddenly appeared flustered, and he turned away. With his back to her, he pulled something out of his pocket. It was a book that he was thumbing through. Kyonko’s eyes widened and she tried, from where she was sitting, to crane her neck and peek at the cover. It wasn’t like Haruki to read much of anything at all, and...
How to Lose Your Virginity in Eight Easy Steps...she should have known.