Monday, April 11, 2005

Second Base At Last “Good night, my little kitten.” I kissed Kida on the cheek and tucked her into bed. Makoto’s old room, the guest room, was now hers and was littered with toys and books that Washu had brought over. Although young, Kida showed a wonderful interest in science and technology. Washu’s influence, no doubt. As I closed the door, I saw Aisha out of the corner of my eye. “I thought that was my title,” she said with a sly smile. “No,” I softly said as I slowly approached her. “She’s my little kitten. You’re my feline angel, my beautiful flower, and now.... my fiancé.” I gently grabbed her shoulders and kissed her. Her hands wandered up towards my face as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. My right hand crept to the back of her neck while my left slid down to her side. Aisha broke away. “Come on.” She grabbed my hand and pulled me behind her. She dragged me to our room and had us both sit down on the bed. Then she resumed eating me. Our bodies pressed together as we kissed deeper and deeper. I ran my fingers through her hair and she did the same to me. Then I scratched behind her ears and she started to purr. “Oh, this is nice,” I thought. “This is so nice!” I was so caught up in this pleasure that I didn’t notice my hand unconsciously making its way towards her breast. Then, without thinking, I groped her. She let out a startled “nya” and I instantly snapped back to anime. As if I had touched a stove’s burner, my hand recoiled and I let out an avalanche of apologies. “I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Gomenasai! Gomenasai!” I turned away and looked down at the floor. But I felt Aisha’s hand gently grasp mine and she spoke to me in a soft voice. “Justin.... it’s OK.” I looked back at her, my face bright red and full of shame. She chuckled lightly. “Even now that we’re engaged, you’re still embarrassed about touching me?” I grabbed the back of my neck and protested. “It’s just.... kind of how I am. Call it upbringing, call it morals. My way of being.... nice, it’s just my way of showing that I respect you. That I love you. I just didn’t want you to think I was a creep or something.” Aisha shook her head. “Justin, I knew for a long time that you weren’t a creep. However, I was laboring under the suspicion that you were gay.” “What?!” She let out a laugh and then looked at me with a glint of mischief in her eye. “But that’s all sweet first date stuff. You are long overdue for an upgrade.” She started bringing my hand towards her chest. My eyes widened at her actions, and before I could think, she was pressing my hand against her breast. By now, my face was glowing crimson. I swallowed hard and warily squeezed her breast. Aisha let out a stifled moan, and then she asked me, “How long have you wanted to do that?” Well that was pretty straight forward! I looked up at her in shock. If my face could’ve gotten any more red, it would have liquefied into blood. I took a deep breath, looked into her eyes, and answered, “..... Long.” “‘Since you first met me’ long?” she asked. I nodded in all honesty. She gave me a sly smile and started to lick my cheek while my hand continued to massage her soft bosom. Then she slid her hand down to my leg and groped my inner thigh. “Whoa!” I retorted in surprise and brushed her hand away. “Not yet,” I said. “Soon, but not yet. On the night of our honeymoon I will make the wait well worth it.”

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