MINAMO: Three Day Fucking Marathon With My Childhood Friend. Coming back home for the Bon holiday always brings a wave of nostalgia, but this year felt different. It wasn’t just the familiar scent of summer in the air, or the sound of cicadas buzzing through the afternoon heat. It was Minamo.
I heard she was staying in her grandma’s old place while figuring things out, so I dropped by, figuring it had been too long. It had been a couple of years since we properly caught up, and seeing her standing there in the doorway, well, let’s just say time had been incredibly kind. The girl I remembered from scraped knees and shared ice creams was gone, replaced by a woman… a stunning woman. The summer heat was definitely getting to me, or maybe it was the way her t-shirt clung, highlighting curves I definitely hadn’t noticed back in grade school.
We talked for hours, catching up on everything and nothing, laughing about old memories and sharing updates on our lives now. The air in the old house felt thick, heavy with the summer humidity and something else… something unspoken but definitely there, sizzling beneath the surface. I found myself constantly drawn to her, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, the soft curve of her lips.
It happened so naturally, like a slow burn finally catching flame. One minute we were reminiscing about some silly childhood prank, the next our faces were inches apart. Her breath was warm on my skin, and in that moment, all the years melted away. The kiss was soft at first, then deepened quickly, a rush of heat and pent-up desire exploding between us.
The next three days are honestly a bit of a blur. It was like we couldn’t get enough of each other. The old house became our world, the humid summer nights filled with the sounds of our bodies moving together. From the moment we woke up until we collapsed, exhausted but exhilarated, into a tangled mess of limbs in the early hours, it was just Minamo and me. No rules, no holding back, just pure, raw need and pleasure. We explored every inch of each other, rediscovered each other with hands and mouths and every part in between. It was a fucking marathon, in every sense of the word.
Looking back, it’s still a little surreal. That shy kid from down the street, now this incredible woman, and those three days… they were intense, passionate, and mind-blowingly hot. Let’s just say this year’s Bon vacation is going to be very hard to forget. And yeah, if you’re looking for a movie title that sums it all up, “MINAMO: Three Day Fucking Marathon With My Childhood Friend” pretty much nails it.
