AnimeCon Harem 14: 14 pt 3

   “What, like—right here?” Brian arched an eyebrow.

   “Please?” Kelly begged. “You… promised me. You promised me you would.”

   “Well… if it’s what you really want,” Brian let out a slow breath and then looked around, even glancing over his shoulder. “You uh, you know we’ll absolutely get kicked if we just fuck right here on the convention floor, right?”

   “Yeah,” Kelly looked up at him through the tears in her eyes, trying to see if he was serious. “But, so what? At least then it’s—you know. On our terms.”

   A tiny rush of adrenaline coursed through him, and he could feel his body amping itself up at the prospect of actually having sex with Kelly, right here out in the open. In public. It was a stupid idea, and he knew it was a stupid idea. Every rational part of him refused prospects like risky sex and exposure play, but to his surprise, there was also now a stubborn fuck it, why not impulse pulling free of all of that. His normal cautious temperament and this sudden brash streak diverged so completely that he froze, torn totally between them for what felt like a long, perplexing moment.

   There were still a ton of people milling about them in the vendor’s room. The entire convention itself simply had people everywhere. It wasn’t like they were going to chance upon some perfect safe spot for secret sex. It was a stupid idea. He didn’t know why he was even considering it. Kelly’s wet eyes seemed to tremble and that lost, unguarded expression really didn’t belong on her exquisite features at all.

   “I’ll… yeah, alright,” Brian took a deep breath. “We’ll do it, if it's what you really want. But, first—uh. Can we be a little smart about it?”

   “You’ll really fuck me? Right now?” Kelly sniffled. “Really?”

   “If it’s what you really want,” Brian nodded. “I will.”

   “Yeah, yeah,” Kelly nodded quickly, dabbing across her eyelashes with one thumb and reexamining him again. “Okay. Yeah, I mean—go for it. Be um, be all the smart you want. Just. Fuck me? Please? Please?”

   She’d always been beautiful and even stunning, but when her usual bad bitch veneer fell away, with her opening up to actually reveal a rare vulnerable side like this… the mere sight of her was moving. It was hard to break eye contact with her, for fear he’d miss anything at all about this moment.

   Fuck, man. Fuck, this is—this is so stupid, Brian thought with a wince, finally managing to tear his gaze away so that he could survey their surroundings again in a helpless manner. Right?

   They couldn’t just start bonking behind a random booth, it was too open everywhere. The only topography of merit here within the vendor’s room consisted of those tall wire racks that held t-shirts or posters, and they were displays—their form and function was to increase the visibility of merchandise, to draw eyes. All of the booths arrayed along the aisles were divided along their back side from the next row by a fabric partition, but even that was more of a ‘courtesy curtain’ that didn’t even hang the whole way down to the floor.

   There wasn’t much utility for AnimeCon to create blind spots for privacy here, and any such spots that did exist back behind the booths would be where cases of product were stored, or where the strongbox for their till was kept. Not a place that he thought even the most… solicitous vendor would simply let a pair of horny strangers fool around in.

   Restrooms are out, they’re always packed, Brian chewed his lip. Even if there aren’t lines to get in like on Saturday, they’ll be too busy for us to… uh. To do things. Unless we start heading way, way over to the other convention hall, maybe? Yeah, probably our best bet, so we need to start—

   “Briaaannn,” Kelly let out a small plea. “We don’t have to. Do you not want to?”

   Okay no, doing that can’t work, Brian tensed. There was never really gonna be a way to avoid, uh, exposure. Way overthinking it, and that’s fundamentally uh, not how sudden, spontaneous sex works. Playing it safe like that wouldn’t prove anything to her. Just… uh… well, shit. Can I REALLY do this?

   “This is like… it’s a test, basically,” Brian considered in a low voice, taking Kelly’s hands in his own. “Hell, maybe it’s the test. Even if it’s not intentional on your part, or whatever. Psychological. A test of our relationship—if it can even work at all, if this between us is even viable or not. Because we’re so different, because what I’m comfortable with and what you’re comfortable with are just… in real different mental places. You’ve been really fighting to at least like, meet me in the middle. So, it’s—can I compromise and step way out of my comfort zone for this, or not?”

   Thinking back, it hadn’t been easy for Brian to become close with Kelly on that first night together at the hotel. With her attitude, that cool detachment, with the way she all but bristled with prickly confidence, even when it was apparent she was putting in effort to ‘play nice’ with him and Stephanie. There was a hard edge to her personality, one ever-poised to sever any rapport or meaningful attachment that might take hold.

   At first, that put his hackles up and had him guarded and defensive around her in response. It was always going to be hard pushing himself back into that abrasive kind of interpersonal bramble, after Chloe. That relationship was honestly constant stress for him, and it had taken a toll on him. Simply even getting Chloe to admit what was wrong when something was obviously bothering her had been a bitter, grueling struggle that left him running ragged all the time. Chloe seethed when she was upset, and pulling answers out of her was like—

   No, not slipping back into that right now. Kelly ISN’T Chloe. None of the girls are ANYTHING like Chloe. This is—none of this is about that. This is actually just super fucking simple. It’s—I don’t even need to think about it. Not this time.

   “How far am I willing to go for you?” Brian pulled her a little closer, and Kelly stared up at him, her face awash with a hard-to-place emotion as she waited for his conclusion. “I think… however far you want to go, whatever you want, Kelly, I’ll do it with you. I’ll do anything for you. You’ve done everything for me, for us. If what you really want— if you really want sex, right here, right in the middle of the convention floor, then—yeah, okay.”

   Brian leaned in to kiss her, and for that first tense moment Kelly’s lips remained completely still, her body stiff as if she had been bracing herself for inevitable rejection. Then, she responded, leaning into him with an audible mMMmph of thrilled relief as her mouth and tongue moved against his in eager reciprocation. Her breasts were very obviously unconstrained by a bra and he could feel their softness meld up against his chest as she pressed in. One of her hands gripped at his forearm as if afraid to ever let go, and the other was raking fingernails through the downy hair along the back of his head. Brian could feel her need, but this time Kelly’s desire possessed a more personal depth. Rather than raw, simple lust she was taking but then also giving, unlike the aggression he’d felt in her kisses yesterday, this was becoming a sensuous back and forth.

   She was an incredible kisser, but now he found so much more within this melting exchange of passion than just that. This was sharing something important, their kiss was communicating feelings that couldn’t be explained with all the discussion and rationalization in the world. The same thing had happened last night for a few moments, an impossibly intimate connection appearing when their eyes met in just the right light. There was an unspoken bond that was sometimes just there, whenever some unknown stars aligned.

   In those momentous instances, they laid each other bare and just searched each other’s souls, free from all of the posturing and bullshit and trying to out-maneuver around one another’s conflicting ideologies. That fickle sense of deeper understanding had come and gone as the events of Saturday night wore on, but maybe some part of it was always there, a constant, lingering pinprick of red in the background of his thoughts, however briefly clouded by the various distractions or obscured by some of the disparate issues between them.

   Some moments just sort of STAY with you, forever, Brian thought with a sense of awe. This is one of those. She… she really NEEDS me. Kelly’s fucking amazing beyond words, but there’s also this… self-destructive streak inside her that she just can’t do anything about on her own. I can. WE can, Stephanie and Emily too. Maybe we will fight sometimes, or hurt each other, or yeah, even get thrown out of a con on public indecency charges. But, so what? I’m not letting go, ever.

   I love her.

   His hands were inside her shirt and tracing their way up the supple lines of her back almost before he realized what he was doing. With the motion of his arms drawing up the fabric of her Rolling Phones tee, her breasts finally spilled free, and he caught a glimpse of them, pale and perfect, just before their weight dropped naked back down against him. Kelly’s hand that had been tight upon the musculature of his forearm squeezed in anticipation, and then frantically dropped down in search of the button of his pants.

   Brian’s erection was already straining against the garments and eager for release, and to his surprise—the surge of fear and apprehension he’d felt before at starting this in public had already somewhat stalled and didn’t feel quite as terrible. This occasion wasn’t even entirely about being horny and stupid anymore, Kelly was making him rediscover a sense of adventure he’d almost stopped believing was even possible. His whole life he’d been continuously caught up in trying to be as cautious and prudent as possible, both when he’d moved in with loveless, overbearing parents and then afterward when he was walking on eggshells around Chloe for fear of accidentally doing something wrong and upsetting her.

   The dick sprung from its confines the moment Kelly yanked the zipper down, and she grabbed it just as Brian managed to take firm handfuls of her ass in hand and crush her body against him. Their kiss broke apart with a mutual gasp, and as one they locked eyes, red flecks of starlight careening past them all around in a heady stream.

   Over Kelly’s shoulder, three college-aged guys in hoodies and backpacks were leaning over the nearby DVD fileboxes, browsing through the titles of anime box sets while the proprietor of the stall bagged up a sale for a waiting tall, reedy-looking girl wearing a yellow wig. Brian was all at once painfully aware of Kelly’s exposed breasts—her lovely pink areola were engorged, nipples jutting out, the provocative display of flesh dappled now with reddened love bites that he didn’t remember from last night. Approaching from just down the aisle a little ways, a tired-looking teen in a rumpled Yue Doll cosplay from Magical Doll Himari was mumbling into her phone. The girl glanced across the merchandise here and there on either side of the row with bored eyes, apparently still unaware of what was going on just a few steps away.

   Any moment, any moment this is—this is—this is going to— Brian felt his entire body go rigid.

   Between them, Kelly’s grip at the thick base of his shaft pumped up and down, and he felt her fumbling with the hem of her yoga pants just as a chatting couple passed by right next to them from behind, bare inches away from them accidentally brushing elbows, and somehow still momentarily oblivious to what was happening. Despite himself accepting the situation, he could barely breathe. Brian felt his heart hammering away at the impossibility of what they were doing, and so he lunged back in with urgency to make out with Kelly again, because—fuck it. They were really doing this.

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