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Slamming the door behind her in irritation, Misty briskly walked away from the Cerulean Gym. Ash kept bugging her to tell him where she was going, and asking to be taken along too, even though she had insisted that she would not reveal any details, and he was not invited. Finally, it came time to leave, and she left without listening to a word of his protest. Granted, she felt bad leaving Ash with her sisters, but he absolutely could not come with her.
First, she had to run a few actual errands from stores that were not local, and she had a meeting that she did not want him involved in. She continued her speed walk until she reached downtown, where she was able to catch a cab. She directed him to take her to the outskirts of Pallet Town, and 15 minutes later, she reached her destination
She paid the man what she considered a ridiculous price, and went on her way. She quickly visited the stores that she had wanted to visit, picking up some medicines and items exclusive to those shops. The small amount of items fit into one plastic bag, and she swung that over her arm as she set out on a short walk out to the Ketchum residence.
Pallet Town did not really have a downtown; it just had plenty of nature and friendly neighbors. She briefly thought about Ash, and wondered if he was surviving her sisters while she strolled along the dirt path. The sun was setting and the scene could not have been more beautiful. If she did not have a place to be she would have loved to have stopped and soaked it all in.
After her short walk, she saw Ash’s childhood house come into view. She walked up the rock path that led to the front door and rapped her fist against the cherry wooden door two times. She prepared a happy and somewhat faked smile so she could give a nice greeting to Delia when she noticed a note sitting on the small table next to the wooden bench. It read:
I’m sorry I had to miss our meeting Misty, but something very important came up. It is about Ash’s father; I can’t give any more details. I tried to call the gym to let you know, but evidently you had already left, and for some reason no one was answering the phone. You can call me later tonight or tomorrow and we can arrange a new time.
Misty’s initial reaction was slight anger, but she knew that Delia was only skipping for a very important event, so she could not stay mad at her. Nonetheless, she was still frustrated, and she ripped the note to release her anger. She stepped off of the porch and started walking back in the opposite direction. As she was walking back along the same dirt road, a large building on the right side caught her eye.
She recognized that she was walking in front of Professor Oak’s lab, and she decided that she would take a stop inside. She had not planned on returning home this soon, so she figured that she could say hello to Tracey and/or Professor Oak, depending on who was there. It had been a long time since she had seen either of them, and the thought of her friends brought a smile back to her face as she approached the front door.
She rang the doorbell knowing that a knock very well might not be heard in the large building. Moments later, the door opened and Misty was surprised to see the door opened by none other than Gary Oak. Gary had given up on Pokémon training, and followed in his grandfather’s footsteps as a researcher. She figured he was here for some help on a project.
“Gary! What are you doing here?” She questioned in slight disbelief.
“Tracey and Gramps took some weekend trip to visit an island chock full of rare Pokémon, and they asked me to look after the Pokémon here while they were gone. As for you, why are you here?” He asked right back.
“Little bit of a long story, but I honestly was just stopping by to say hello.” She answered.
“Well, I know you weren’t expecting me to be here, but you are welcome to still come in if you like.” He said kindly.
“Oh no thanks,” Misty started automatically, but then changing her mind, “Actually, sure. I’ve got some time to kill.”
Gary led Misty to the couch and left her momentarily while he went to the kitchen. He returned with two full glasses of wine, handing one to Misty and keeping the other himself. Misty was not much of a drinker, but since she was having a bit of a rough evening, she accepted the glass. She took a quick sip, and then another. She ended up finishing her glass before Gary even finished half of his.
Gary arched his eyebrows in a comical state of disbelief. She downed the glass a little faster than she should, but he said nothing, and went back in and poured her another glass. They made a little small talk, telling stories of each other’s lives since they had last spoken, which was not that often. Misty finished her second glass just as quickly as the first, and Gary chuckled as he went to give her another refill.
Working on her third glass, Misty began to show some signs of being drunk. Despite the fact that she was sitting, she was managing to sway as she lost balance. Her speech was becoming slurred, and she was beginning to laugh hardly at jokes and stories that really were not that funny. She had never been drunk before, and she was unaware of her predicament.
The alcohol’s affect was becoming larger and more apparent with each passing moment Misty still failed to become cognizant of the fact, but what she did notice was Gary. She had always considered him cute, yet arrogant when they were kids. His ego had not made an appearance on the night so far, and Misty found herself becoming increasingly attracted to the young man that sat opposite of her. She scooted down on the couch to be nearer to him.
Gary did not shy away, but he tried to tell himself that he was misunderstanding the situation. Before he could even attempt to ingrain this thought in his head, Misty brought her right shoulder against his left. This officially made up Gary’s mind, and a smirk found its way onto his face. He, not being connected to life of Misty or Ash much anymore, was unaware of the relationship that they were in, or else he would not have let all of this happen.
Gary turned his face to face hers, and he locked eyes with her. Their heads were about 10 inches apart, and the distance closed at a snail’s pace. Seconds, almost minutes past, and they continued to lean forward ever so slowly with no signs of second guessing. Finally, they closed the full distance and their lips connected together.
The feelings that had caused the pair to create this kiss were not romantic, nor were they emotional. The sole reason behind it was lust, and in Misty’s case, alcohol played a large factor as well. This caused for the kiss to quickly escalate from a soft, beginning kiss, into a fiery, wanting kiss. Hands started roaming as the kiss got hotter.
Misty opened up her lips and let Gary poke his tongue inside. Their tongues mingled as their hands explored each other’s bodies. Fingers found themselves slipping underneath cloth, and lifting up a little bit. They undid all the buttons that they could find, and while taking a short breath, they lifted their shirts over their heads. Gary was now shirtless, and Misty was only a bra away from being topless, and they crashed lips together again.
Gary took small steps backwards, creeping his way towards the bedroom he was sleeping in. Without letting the kiss break off, the two of them found themselves in Gary’s temporary bedroom. Since they were alone there was no need to close the door behind them. Gary lowered Misty onto the bed, still keeping their lips connected. Gary was on top, and they rubbed and interlocked their legs, creating more heat.
The need for air resurfaced again, and cause Gary to pull away his lips. Instead of resuming the kiss right back, he reached down and ripped the blue-white bra off the ginger. Her breasts were but a B cup, but they fit in nicely with the look she had going on. Smiling he brought his hands upon them, but trailed them slowly down her stomach until reaching athletic training shorts.
He pulled the shorts down revealing a wet pair of panties. He started to reach for those too, but before he could, Misty rolled herself so that she was on top, and she yanked off the khaki pants the he was wearing. A bulge was evident as his striped boxers came into view, and that bulge made an appearance as she removed those boxers.
Misty smiled and made a small growl when Gary’s penis came into view. She wrapped her hand around and pumped up and down on him. This got him hard and ready to go in a short amount of time. Keeping one hand on his cock, she used her other to slide her underwear down. She released her hand once she was able to get them off of her.
Gary laid back relaxed on his back with his knees bent. Misty straddled him with one of her legs on the side of his hip and the other between his legs. She slowly lowered herself so that his rod found its way inside of her opening. She only went down by a couple of inches, and she stopped there. She grinded against the fraction of his member that was inside of her, getting heavy clitoral stimulation.
She moved slightly further down, then back up, experimenting around until she found the perfect place. Once she knew that she had found it, she rubbed slowly against his pubic bone. With this seated scissors position it allowed for Misty to be in total control of depth, pace, and pressure exerted. She kept the pace extremely slow, letting the pressure and friction create the heavenly bliss that they did.
Not really used to the role, Gary enjoyed the show while he sat back and let Misty do all the work. He had a nice view of her from this angle; she was turned so that he could admire her front, side and back at the same time. Gary still found it hard to believe the way that the scrawny runt that he had seen at the age of ten had matured into the young woman in front of him.
She had grown multiple inches, now standing at approximately 5’7. If you simply looked at her legs, you might think that she was even taller; they seemed to trail on forever. Despite the vertical growth she managed to maintain her slim figure. Her arms and legs had slight muscle tone from all her swimming, and her stomach was flat as a pancake. Her smooth, silky skin contrasted with her fiery, ginger hair that she had grown out past her shoulders in light waves.
“Oh yeah,” Misty moaned with a deeper voice than usual.
She began to lower herself further down his cock, and she lifted herself back up. She still grinded against him with all of her energy, but now she added in another dimension of sliding part of the way up and down. She never let herself go down all the way, for she wanted to minimize the depth of his penetration right now. She had started a fire in her core, and she did not want to let it get out of control.
Gary’s cock was not as long as Ash’s beast, but what he lacked in length he made up for with his thickness. Considering Ash was her first and only at this point, Misty knew that she had never had anything that thick inside of her before. She was slowly adjusting to him though, expanding her walls further out to provide more room for him. He filled her up nicely, contacting and pleasuring every part of her.
The more time that passed the more adjusted Misty was able to get. Once she felt that she was fully acclimated, she lowered herself down to the base of his dick. Not wanting to get overwhelmed by the new, extra feelings that coursed through her, she gyrated her way back up to where she had been. She stayed there for a tad bit longer, but soon she repeated the process.
Her rubbing and grinding slowly but surely began evaporating and her movements started to resemble bouncing rather than scraping. In spite of the fact that he did not reach as far as Ash did, he still penetrated deep inside of her, and he filled her out a little bit better too. She quickly acquired a rhythm with her hopping, and she changed the angle and rotation of her hips as she went back down to let him touch more places.
Continuously swiveling her hips and pelvis around as she bounced up and down, Misty felt like she was flying. Her whole body was light; her weight seemed to have been sucked out of her with the erotic, pleasant feeling radiating within her. The pleasure she was experiencing had been growing steadily by the minute until finally culminating as she reached an orgasm.
“Ahh!” She gave a loud moan to accompany her release.
She got off of him, letting him choose their next position. Gary pushed her off of the bed, and she laid on the ground on her stomach. He got off the bed as well, and standing up, he lifted her from her torso. He told her to keep her hands on the ground, and he pulled her legs so they wrapped around his waist. He kept his hands wrapped around her waist to provide some support and to give him leverage.
This position required both strength and flexibility, something that they both luckily had. Gary inserted himself inside her, and he was now in possession of the reigns that Misty had relinquished. He pushed himself all the way in, making sure that she could take it. She was, so he pulled out, and tried it again.
He started picking up steam, increasing the frequency of his pushes steadily. He got to the point where he was almost going all out, and he stopped there, leaving something in reserve for later. Gary admired that Misty was able to pull off this position as he kept pumping in and out. It was always nice when a girl could get into a change-up position; one to shake it up from some of the more regular ones.
“Oh yes!” He heard her cry out.
Misty was feeling as loose and free as she ever had. The high from the sex coupled with the high from the wine to make her feel weightless. Any frustrations that she had when she entered the lab were a long way gone now. The logical part of her brain had disappeared with her problems, and she thought of nothing but the pleasure that she was feeling.
Gary almost uttered a light chuckle when he realized who exactly it was that he was doing. Misty, the annoying, tough, scrawny girl that seemed destined for Ash, was happily receiving his cock. He supposed that it was yet another thing that he was able to defeat Ash at. Yes, he always won. Because he was Gary, and Ash was Ash. Gary liked winning, a lot.
He knew that Misty’s arms were probably starting to give out a little because his arms were getting tired as well. He decided that it was time to pull out the last little bit that he had been saving up. He rapidly slammed himself in and out of her, using his hands on her hips to help give him ferocity with each thrust he made.
Misty was getting close to giving out, but she gritted it out because she was loving the action she was getting. Gary filler her up so nicely, not that Ash didn’t either, but he seemed to do it in a different way. With Ash, it was intimate on a couple of different levels. She really did love him, but there was something extra physically satisfying about doing it just to do it.
“Oh my god! YES!” She screamed.
Gary felt Misty orgasm once more, and he used all the power in him not to shoot his load inside of her. He managed to hold it in, and he lowered Misty back down onto the ground. She got herself back onto her knees and placed her hand over his cock. She furiously pumped her hand up and down, squeezing him tightly. She knew that it was coming, and with her assistance, she got him to reach his climax.
“Oh fuck,” He moaned.
He showered Misty’s face with the hot, white liquid that was his cum. She held her mouth wide open, catching any drops that landed in the vicinity. She swallowed the bit that had landed in her mouth, and licked her chin to get the drops that had landed there. She was pretty exhausted, and sleep sounded very tempting, but she knew that she had to hit the road.
She thought about the journey home as she started collected her clothes that sere sprinkled around the room. At that moment, her brain seemed to comprehend what exactly had gone on. She had departed on her peregrination to discuss important things regarding Ash with his mother, yet she ended up sleeping with his arch-rival. He couldn’t find out about this.
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