For a good while now, Akane Tendo had been a victim of lust. She could see it in the eyes of the boys she met. Looking at her pretty face. Studying her pretty body. Trying to figure out what she looked like underneath the clothes she was wearing. Yearning to touch her, to kiss her, to fuck her. She'd found it disgusting. She had found it really, really gross.
Then she met the boy sitting opposite her, who had massaged her foot underneath the table. He was rude. He was obnoxious. He was <i>yummy</i>.
She'd never had to deal with these kinds of feelings before. Oh sure, she had her crush on Doctor Tofu but that felt so much more innocent and vanilla compared to what she was feeling towards Ranma. Akane was hungry. Ravenous. Not for food. She kept on telling herself, try to have a little self control, but every time that she did -
<font color = red>"He's so hot. What would it feel like to kiss him?"</font>
A thought like that would creep into her head from out of nowhere. Revving her up. Getting her engine going, and making her more and more determined to win this contest!
Yeah, that was the ticket. Win the contest. Not actually do anything naughty with him. Heaven forbid! Sh-She wasn't like those horny immature boys who were led around by their libido. She was trying to make a point. So what if Ranma made her withdraw her foot? Akane was confident in her looks. She'd have him eating out of her palm by the end of the night!
Problem was: She'd never actually <i>flirted</i> with anyone before. That's the trouble with having things dropped into your lap. Since every boy Akane had met so far had pretty much gone for her right off the bat, she'd never had to <i>work</i> for a boy's attention before. While she appreciated the challenge, her typical seduction plan pretty much had one step:
1: Say hello. Make sure he can see me. Smile.
Which is what she was doing. Smiling at the big dumb handsome dork for the last minute or so but he wasn't taking the hint! Ah, wait. Spoke too soon. It looked like he was about to say something, this was her chance to get an in!
"What's the matter, got something stuck in your teeth?" Ranma asked. "You've been making funny faces at me for a little bit now."
Ooh, that boy! Akane unconsciously tightened her grip on the cutlery in her right hand, feeling a distinct urge to jab him with it. Right in the back of his stupid, foot rubbing hand. Something stuck in her teeth, huh? <i>Funny faces, huh?!</i>
<font color = red>"Calm down. If you lose your temper, you lose the contest. Besides, he probably lost points from that careless remark." </font>
R-Right, that was a good point. Nabiki was still over there taking notes. Her sister was bound to have taken points off for something so insensitive!
"Would either of you like anything to eat?" a waitress asked. Well, Akane wasn't actually hungry right now so -
<font color = red>"Order a banana split."</font>
"I'll have a banana split," Akane suddenly said.
"Same, I guess?" Ranma shrugged. The waitress took that down, then hurried off. "Anyway, as I was saying earlier. If you want to get better at martial arts, you're going to have to look at opportunities to turn anything into training."
"Anything into training," Akane leaned forward on the table and batted her eyes at him. "Like, say, going on a date with a cute girl? How would you go about doing that, mister martial arts master?"
"Eh?" Ranma gasped. He scratched the back of his head and looked up at the ceiling. Why, like this he was almost cute and helpless. But only almost! "I guess I'd start by showing off how coordinated I was, really impress her."
At which point he picked up both of their napkins, rolled them up into a ball and began to bounce them around on top of his head, off his shoulders, but never his hands. In fact his hands were folded in front of his chest.
"That's no big deal," Akane said. "I could do -"
Which is when the first napkin bounced off her head. Ranma shot her a cheeky grin. Ooh, that boy! If he was trying to impress her then he'd have to do a lot better than -
She felt something pressed into her thigh. It took her a moment to realise what it was: Ranma's big toe. Ch-cheeky devil! Akane squirmed at his touch - then felt the balled up napkins bounce off her own head and shoulders. This time though they didn't bounce back right away, and shot right back up above Akane. Huh? What was he - Ooh! She bopped her head, and the ball bounced off. Ahhh! This time, off her shoulders.
"You see what I mean?" Ranma coyly asked. "Anything can be turned into training, and you gotta pay attention to what your opponent - Nnng..."
Two could play at this game, buster! This time Akane had managed to get both her feet into position. Go ahead, massage one all you want, the other will torment you and tease you and -
And all the while the balled up napkins were bouncing between the two of them. All the while the watching demon (and sister) nodded in approval, amazed that the two of them had managed to turn juggling into flirting.
"Here are your banana splits," the waitress said. "By the way, you two should be a double act. You're so cute together!"
The two of them? Cute together? Get real! This was a heated battle between two martial artists. What was cute about it?! Akane looked down at the delicious treat in front of her, and the napkin rolled out onto her lap. Right. She picked up a spoon and -
<font color = red>"When in doubt, sexy eating!</font>
Sexy... eating? Aha! Of course! That was why she'd got this particular dessert in the first place! Wetting her lips Akane grinned in anticipation. This was a guaranteed one shot kill. Rather than cutting up the banana she gently picked it up and scooped the whole thing to her mouth. It was a bit cold, but that was fine. All she had to do was put it in her mouth and then -
Really now, the reason this worked at all on boys was so silly. The idea that something phallic shaped might represent their penis, and therefore anything done to that phallic object could represent what the cute girl might do to their penis. It was silly. It was daft. Still, Akane closed her eyes and started to suck on Ranma's erect p- er, that is to say, savour this banana.
Akane started by giving the tip the most tender kiss she could, then licked off the taste. Nice. Very nice. So she began to swirl her tongue around it while slowly, teasingly, bobbing her head forward to take more and more of it inside her mouth. The coldness spread around stealing away her warmth, but in its place leaving a pleasant sweet taste. Resisting the urge to bite down, Akane slowly drew it back out of her mouth, kissed the end once again and then reversed direction once again to draw it deep, deep inside her mouth.
Heh! This was bound to do the job. All she had to do was bob it in and out of her mouth at a steadily increasing pace, and he'd be jelly before her. Hohoho! She'd start by making him apologise for insulting her, apologise for their encounter in the bathroom. Hmmm, yes! Then maybe - maybe! - she might consider letting him see her naked again. No more than that, though! Not yet. No, she wasn't ready for that yet.
But the real killer? She was still playing footsie with him under the table. Her feet were inching up his inner thigh bit by bit. At the moment they reached their destination she'd have him right where she wanted him. There was no way, no chance, no how that he could hope to resist being attacked from two angles like this. A little more. A little faster. Then, at last -
He wasn't hard at all.
Akane frowned and opened up her eyes. In front of her, Ranma wasn't even looking at her. He was busily scarfing down his own banana split without paying her even the slightest bit of heed. Why that inconsiderate - What kind of boy ignored his cute date in favour of food! This time, the contest be damned he was getting an earful for this!
Or he would as soon as she stopped choking on banana. That's the problem with suddenly getting angry, you tend to take a big inhale of breath to prepare yourself for the shitfit you're about to pitch, and that's not such a hot idea when you've got something like a banana in your mouth.
Fortunately for Akane, Nabiki tossed a balled up napkin at Ranma's head. While the idiot did initially start bouncing it around on top of his head, he did wind up looking up and seeing Akane grasping at her throat.
"Hey, dummy! I know the food's good but you shouldn't eat it that quickly!" Ranma joked while pulling her out of her seat and into the heimlich maneuver about as gracefully as any ice skater performed a routine with her partner. The banana was spit out in short order, leaving Akane sucking in air, her anger and her frustration at Ranma gone.
Then she felt... something. Pressing into her. From behind. Squirming a little, she quickly noticed what it was. What it had to be. And the reason for its existence was easy to figure out: After squeezing her lungs to make the food pop out, Ranma's hands had gone a wandering. One resting on her hip. The other at her chest.
"You okay?" he asked.
"I'm fine!" Akane yelped. Want it. Not ready for it. Ah, these conflicting feelings! "Forget it, alright! Just - just forget about it!" Her hips pressed back into the hard, hard thing that she didn't want inside of her, at least not yet- No! Make that ever! Ah, if only these feelings made sense!
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Nalidiel tapped his lips as he looked on at the pair. This was much, much further on in their intimacy than they ever managed throughout the entire run of the series, but it wasn't quite good enough. Not yet.
Don't misunderstand: There was some intense mutual lust between the two. A scorching hot desire to bone. Yet it was tempered by their own hangups. Issues with intimacy that would need to be resolved before either of them could get their freak on and let the lust pour free.
There wasn't much more they'd be able to get up to in a cafe, sadly... Which made it lucky that he had his own little cheat code ready to offer some suggestions.
- Nabiki suggests another location.
- The date ends and Nabiki declares a winner.
- Suddenly the date is interrupted.
- Something else
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