A First Time For Everything
By Deranged Gear
Fission Park Press
Deranged Gear,
Evil Mad Scientist and
Future World Dictator,
Fission Park Press
jaustin@aloha.net
I won’t call this a lemon ‘cause it’s not risqué enough for it in my opinion.
She had finally decided to do it. Classes were out for the day, she
had no classes tomorrow, and nothing pressing to do except this. It
wasn’t that half her friends had already done this. It had simply become
time.
The thought had entered her head a few weeks ago and had
steadily gained force until it dominated her mind. Akane smiled to herself.
She had a plan and was putting it into action. Ranma had no idea what
was going to hit him.
With a furtive guilty look up and down the street, (which she knew
was pointless on this afternoon filled with people shopping), she took
a nervous step into the drugstore.
Making a beeline past the stationary and the toiletry items, Akane
went to the back of the shop where the home medicines were, and
found the section she was looking for. She stood frozen in her tracks.
She was faced with so many choices and had no idea of the differences
between brands.
So she went with the suggestions of her friends and searched for the
box with the horse’s head that said ‘natural lamb’. Her friends had said
these had the best feel, and after all it was her first time.
With just the thought of being there, and the feeling that everyone
was staring at her, Akane’s blood pounded in her ears louder and louder
with each second. She was sure her cheeks were flushed with the heat
she was feeling as the hand that surely couldn’t be hers reached for
the box. Her hand hung there a mere millimeter away as if afraid to
touch the object.
Finally she grabbed it and tried to appear casual as she walked with
a steady tread to the back counter. She was faced with a Pharmacist
old enough to be her father. Her mouth was so dry she didn’t trust
herself to talk. She silently paid what the cashier had rung up and nearly
ran out of the store.
Four blocks later Akane’s heart had stopped racing and her breath
had returned. She smiled to herself the rest of the way home...
As the evening wore on Mr. Tendo sat on the porch and watched
the gathering clouds against the sunset, contemplating life. Kasumi was
in the kitchen as always, and Nabiki was reading a book in her room.
Most importantly, Mr. Saotome was out of town and on the run from
Master Happosai.
Later, after all the good-nights were exchanged and the rest of the
family was lulled to sleep by the sound of rain drops hitting the roof,
Akane slid out of her bed and grabbed the three little packages from
under her pillow. She also grabbed the part of the box with the
instructions (just in case!), and placed them in the pocket of her
nightshirt.
Slipping into the hall, Akane padded quietly to Ranma’s room. She
paused at the door to take a deep steadying breath before going in.
Ranma was laying on his back spread eagle wearing his usual boxers
and tank top. The sheets were kicked off so only one leg was still
covered.
Akane knelt down admiring his male form and placed both her knees
between his legs and hands on either side of his head. She woke him
with a kiss, to which Ranma immediately bolted upright, causing them
to bump heads.
“Akane what ar--” Ranma began, but she silenced him by whispering
“Shhhhhh!” and kissing him again.
“I don’t want anyone to bother us, so just keep quiet,” she told him,
and went back to kissing him some more.
After what seemed like the right time she deepened the kiss by sliding
her tongue out and parting Ranma’s lips, and proceeded to slide it around
his in circles. All the while Akane was forgetting to hold her head up so
both were bruising their lips. They were also too overwhelmed by the
hot, wet, new taste of each other to notice.
When she drew his hands up to the top button of her nightshirt,
Ranma obliged. Her attention was drawn away from the kissing as the
second button broke off, but the light in his eyes as her shirt slipped
off and her white lace bra was revealed to him made her heart beat and
chest heave all the more.
They returned to kissing and Ranma’s hands once again found
something to do. Brushing against the inside of her thighs, they made a
trail across the small of her back to the clasp on her bra. He found it
simple to undo, as he had plenty of practice on himself over time. With
suddenly being unbound, Akane’s heart nearly skipped a beat and her
nipples felt heavy, so she slowly settled her weight on top of him.
Ranma’s hands clasped tightly around her shoulders and they rolled
over.
His lips moved around to her ear and gently nibbled the small pearl
earring she had left in. His breath was moist and hot enough that it
seemed to scorch. He then left a trail of kisses down her throat to the
nipples of her breasts.
Akane’s breath came heavier as Ranma suckled for awhile, first
one and then the other before his tongue began turning circles. The
wet peak he left produced such a feeling in the cool night air!
After some time Ranma’s tongue began to get dry and he sat up with
a look of mild confusion for a minute. So Akane helped him by reaching
a hand out in search of her shirt and the contents of it’s pockets. Upon
handing all three plus the instructions to Ranma, he looked from what
was in his hand to Akane. The dead serious line of his mouth crept into
a soft smile.
He kissed her once more before reaching for the waist of her pajama
bottoms. Her heart fluttered for a moment because there wasn’t much
going back after that point. She raised her hips to assist. With the last
of her clothes gone it seemed vaguely unfair to her that he was still
dressed. But all such thoughts fled and a gasp escaped her lips as he
started on a very intimate kiss.
**Who would have guessed he would think to do this?**
She reached out and tugged on his shoulders, bringing him up as if
to tell him she was ready. As Ranma rose up to take his shirt off, Akane
took a package from him. With nervously shaking fingers she tore it
open and the lightning flashed.
Framed in the window was The Black Rose and a small wet cat.
“WICKED GIRL! Now you must die!!” Shouted Kodachi as she
launched her attack with a club. Fortunately Kodachi slipped on the
freshly opened condom, causing her to overextend her reach. Ranma
had time to grab Akane and roll out of the way.
Meanwhile Shampoo raced towards Ranma, and with a sudden
burst of irrational fear, he sprang out in the only direction available.
Which was the window, and Akane was still in his arms.
Several blocks later, a thoroughly drenched Ranma-chan with Akane
in tow stopped fleeing.
“Umm... sorry,” Ranma said as he noticed her rather unclad condition.
“YOU JERK!!!” Akane cried, and clobbered him.
He opened his mouth to retort, but instead paused. He took hold of
her hand and started running towards home.
“Let’s just hope nobody else is awake on a wet night like this,” he said.
After sneaking back into the house and making certain no one had
observed them, Ranma once again offered his apologies and made
ready to take a bath after Akane had hers.
As she gathered her clothes from his room and headed towards her
own, Akane smiled to herself and thought; **Well, there’s always
tomorrow night!**
Finis
(Always remember, even in a clown suit, sex isn’t funny. Frustration
however...)