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Blind Date	By : PurseMonger Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 8563 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ranma shuffled through his mail as he closed his front door behind him with his foot. Junk, junk, junk, he thought with a sigh. He didn’t even know why he bothering looking through his mail at all; everything he had to worry about was done electronically now. He paused when he reached a slim white envelope which had the address from the health center at his school in the left corner. He threw the remaining stack on his kitchen table and stared at the piece of mail intently. He knew what it was.

The results of his blood tests.

He wondered why it had taken so long to get to him. He had taken the sample two weeks ago. Since it wasn’t a rush, it may have taken longer to process. There was also the possibility that they had a back-up of tests to perform. Then depending on when they mailed it to him, it would take some time for processing, if it was mailed on a Saturday it would have delayed...

Ranma sighed and shook his head. He knew he was stalling but he couldn’t get himself to just open the damn thing. Stalling was not going to change what was in this envelope. He steeled himself and ripped open the top and pulled out the piece of paper. His eyes scanned the results and upon reaching the end he let out a sigh of relief.

Now that he knew everything was okay he could admit he had been nervous about the results. The few times that he had been too drunk to wear a condom had been gnawing at him since he had the test taken. Even if he had used protection all the time, he knew nothing was a hundred percent effective.

Smiling, he tossed the letter onto the table and pulled out his phone.

Test results came. Everything was negative, he texted Akane.

She texted back almost immediately with a thumbs up emoji.

Although the response was simple and to the point, he knew she was happy to hear the news. After their conversation she had immediately went out and had her test taken. When she got the results she had told him that everything was fine on her end and looked at him pointedly. He had withered slightly under her gaze before she changed the subject. To her benefit, she had not brought up the subject again nor had she nagged him about it.

The message was clear, the ball was in his court. If he wanted to hit it raw with her when they started having sex, then he would take the tests. If he didn’t, they would stick with condoms.

The choice was his.

It really wasn’t a hard decision but he had still put it off out of fear of the unknown. But now that it was done, he felt a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he was now even more excited for their first time together.

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Akane stepped out of Ukyo’s closet, her mind processing what she saw. She looked around the small but neat flat with a critical eye, picking up things that had gone unnoticed before. She took the top into the bathroom and handed it to Ukyo, who had been styling her hair in only dark skinny jeans and a bra.

“Here you go,” she said, handing her the shirt she had just pulled from the closet.

Ukyo eyed the sequined halter and nodded her head.

“You’re right, this would be cute for tonight.”

The chef pulled off her bra and pulled on the top before eyeing herself critically. She had honestly forgotten about the shirt as it had been months since she had bought it on a whim, with some nudging on Akane’s part. She had to admit, it looked better than she remembered.

The deep blue sequined top clung to her breasts, revealing only the very top of her cleavage. The back though was low and drapey. The chef continued to style her hair, pulling it to over one shoulder to display her back to ultimate effect.

Next to her Akane began to apply her own make-up. It had been the first time that she had come over in weeks and she didn’t know how she missed the new additions to the space. When the two friends got together they usually spent time at the Tendo residence because it was a larger space and they usually had it to themselves. But tonight they had decided to get ready at Ukyo’s since they were going clubbing and while she wasn’t embarrassed by her skimpy clothing, it was another thing all together having her father see her dressed skimpily, regardless of her age.

“So, how is everything going between you and Ryoga?” the youngest Tendo asked casually as she applied her mascara.

The chef shrugged. “Things are good. Really good actually.”

“Anything significant you want to tell me about?”

“Not really…”

“Okay…Has he met your parents?”

“Yeah. He’s always helping Mom with stuff, so she adores him. Dad likes him, too. He finally has someone to watch sports with.”

“Have you met his parents yet?”

“A while ago actually. They’re really nice; I get along with his mom really well. His dad makes the corniest jokes that makes Ryoga groan but I think he’s funny.”

“And do you ever spend the night at his place?”

The chef scrunched her nose in distaste. “No! He lives with his parents; that would be awkward. No matter how well we all get along.”

“Does he stay here?”

“Yeah, it’s easier that way.”

Now applying blush, Akane eyed her friend through the shared mirror.

“How often does he stay here?”

The chef shrugged again as she started her own make-up.

“I dunno really.”

“Most nights?”

“I guess.”

“And he leaves some stuff here, to make it easier for him?”

“Well sure. Why wouldn’t he?”

Akane sighed a little.

“When was the last night he didn’t spend here?” she asked pointedly.

“I dunno.”

Ukyo pulled out her eyeshadow trio and applied it as she thought over the question. Ryoga and she spent a lot of time together. Almost all their free time, now that she thought about it. It was natural for him to come over after class so they could hang out. In fact, he would have been there now getting ready if she hadn’t made plans with Akane to get ready together. He always walked her home, even if they had spent the day at his parents’ house. Then it only made sense that he stay over instead of making his way home after he dropped her off since her place was closer to his school. Not to mention that after sex, they were both exhausted and liked to cuddle before drifting off to sleep.

When was the last time he spent at home? She racked her mind, finally coming up with an answer.

“I guess it’s been about a month.”

Akane began to put on her lip gloss as she eyed her friend through the mirror. She saw Ukyo freeze, her brush over the middle of one eye lid, as her eyes widened in surprise.

There it is, the blue-haired girl thought with a smile.

“Oh. My. God.”

Ukyo looked around the bathroom, eyeing the razor and shaving cream on the counter, the men’s shampoo that was in the shower, and boxers lying on top of her hamper. She put down her make-up before walking into the closet. Ryoga’s clothes had taken over a quarter of the space along with the drawers she had cleared out for him. She moved into the living area. Some of his books were littering the coffee table, a few pairs of his shoes were placed neatly in the cubbies by the door, and…there was a picture of his parents on the entry table???

She went over and picked up the offending item to realize that it was a picture of the four of them, which was taken at a picnic they had gone on a few weeks ago. He had framed it and given it to her shortly after. She had been so happy she put it on display herself. She put it down gingerly and walked back into the bathroom, a little stunned, and leaned against the kitchen counter.

“I think…I think that Ryoga is living…here. I think we are living with each other.” She blinked and said slowly, enunciating each word, “We are living together.”

Akane tried not to laugh at her best-friend but it was hard, so she squeezed her lips together. It was something that had been pretty obvious to her once she saw the signs. She had been surprised and a little hurt that the chef hadn’t mentioned such a big step in their relationship status until it dawned on her that her best-friend might not have realized it herself. It seemed she was right. She went over and patted her on the shoulder comfortingly. Ukyo looked her best-friend in the eye, her eyes full of confusion and worry.

“Do you think he knows?”

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The pig-tailed man knocked on the unfamiliar front door and was greeted by his best-friend.

“Hey, Ranma.”

Said man gave him nod in greeting as he walked through the door.

“Hey, Ryoga. Are the girls ready yet?” he asked.

“Almost. They said it would only be a little longer but that could mean they’ll be ready in five minutes or an hour.” He shrugged in a universal male gesture that said ‘you know how women are.’ “You want a beer?”

“Sure.”

Ranma stood with his hands in his pockets as he watched the fanged-man walk into the small kitchen, pulling out two beers from the fridge before opening up a small drawer to find a bottle opener. Ryoga put the tops into a recycling bin located under the kitchen before handing the bottle to the male Saotome, who couldn’t help but notice how comfortable he was in the space. It made sense as he assumed the couple spent a lot of time in Ukyo’s apartment.

Ryoga led the way to the couch and turned on the television. They sat for a few minutes watching a random game show when they heard the bathroom door open and Ukyo walked out. The fanged man looked over and got to his feet quickly as he looked her up and down.

“You look great.”

The chef beamed at him, giving him a light kiss on the cheek. “Thanks, Sugar.” She looked over to the pig-tailed man and said, “Akane’ll be right out.”

As if on cue, the blue-haired girl strode out of the bathroom at that moment. Ranma, who had just been taking a swig of his beer, goggled before swallowing hard. He put the beer down and walked over to her.

“Wow. You look...”

He ran his eyes over her body appreciatively. She was wearing a simple black romper with a black elastic belt that emphasized her waist. The top formed a wide deep v that seemed to barely cover her nipples, the valley of her breasts that were prominently on display, bounced up and down as she walked. The bottom was short - really short - showing off her toned thighs and shapely calves, the bottom just covering her butt. He had always thought he was a boob man but with Akane’s penchant for short skirts, he found himself obsessed with legs. Her legs.

“…hot.”

It was such an understatement, but much safer than what he wanted to say.

“Thanks,” she said with beaming smile.

Ranma may not be good with words but it wasn’t needed when his reaction said it all. It was such an ego boost to be able to leave him speechless. It was her turn to give him the once over. He was dressed rather simply for a night out in dark wash jeans and a v-neck tee that was molded to his torso, showing off his broad shoulders, strong arms, and flat stomach. Simple or not, he looked absolutely yummy.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

She leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek, putting her hand on his shoulder and letting it run over his bicep.

“We all ready to go?” Ukyo asked, drawing their attention.

They both nodded and walked to the door. Ranma slipped into his boots and walked outside. He cocked his head to the side as he watched Akane slip her feet into four inch booties. She balanced on one foot while lifting the other behind her to zip the backs up, making her legs look even longer and leaner.

He was definitely turning into a leg man.

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The club was packed. The air hot and sweaty. Rays of colored lights flashed and flickered over the crowd. Bodies pressed against each other as they gyrated in time to the music.

Akane closed her eyes, her arms in the air as she moved her hips. The music pulsated through her. She could feel it resonate from the floor. She felt a pair of hands on her hips before she was yanked back until she was flush against a strong hard body. She clasped her hands over his as she moved her butt over his crotch.

It was too loud for anyone but her to hear the groan escape his lips. Ranma wrapped his hands around her waist, rubbing his nose down her spine. Her perfume, a musky, floral concoction, tickled his nose. He inhaled deeply, taking in an intoxicating waft of the sensual scent before he kissed the nape of her neck. He moved his hand back to her hips, down the outside of her leg and over onto her inner thigh, rubbing it up and down.

She clamped her thighs together, trapping his hand between them. Moving her arms over her head, she reached back so she could touch his face and rubbed herself against him unabashedly until she could feel his length, hard against her ass.

He turned her around suddenly and pulled her into a kiss. He plunged his tongue between her lips, darting in and out as he explored the orifice. Her arms went around him, pulling him closer, her legs wedged between his, rubbing against his manhood as she grinded herself against him.

He pulled back, panting slightly. Her lips slightly swollen, her eyes still closed. He felt drunk, on her. Her touch. Her smell. Her taste. The feel of her lush body pressed against his. He put his forehead on hers to try to calm his raging erection.

Her skin felt like it was on fire. Everywhere he touched, she burned and liked it. She only wanted more. Akane leaned forward so that her mouth was next to his ear.

“Let’s get out of here.”

Ranma pulled back to see her looking at him through her thick lashes, her eyes smoldering. His eyes widened in surprise. There was nothing he wanted more than to take her home but he wanted her to be sure. He hadn’t waited this long for her just to regret it because she may be tipsy.

“Are you sure? Or are you drunk and horny?”

She smiled at him. His concern for her well-being only made her want him more.

“I’ve only had one drink. I’m sure. And horny.”

Ranma didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed her hand and started to walk out but felt a tug on his arm. He frowned as he turned around.

Did she change her mind?

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I just want to tell Ukyo where I’m going so she doesn’t worry.”

The girls had an understanding, they never left a club without telling the other. That way neither would worry on the rare occasion one chose to leave with a guy. It also allowed the one staying back to make sure she wasn’t drunk and being taken advantage off.

“Text her while we’re in the cab,” he said before pulling her along. He wasn’t willing to wait a moment longer than necessary to be with her.

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The cab ride home was excruciating. All either of them wanted to do was keep touching each other but Ranma didn’t want to give the cab driver a show. He might not have cared if it were just another girl, but this was Akane and he wouldn’t subject her to that kind of censure. He settled for sitting as close to her as possible. Shielded from view, he put his hand on her inner thigh, moving his way up slowly. When he reached the top of her thigh, his fingers slipped under her shorts. The back of his finger brushed the soft fabric covering her apex. His erection had gone down as they waited for the cab but the feel of her heat and dampness through her panties made him semi-erect.

The blue-haired girl bit her lips together as pleasure moved through her body. She spread her thighs apart to give him better access. She felt naughty acting so wantonly in public. It was such a turn on. She looked down seeing the obvious effect she was having on him and smiled slyly.

Two can play this game.

Mirroring his movements, she placed her hand on his thigh and moved her hand up slowly. But unlike him, she wasn’t subtle as she put her hand on his crotch. She grasped him firmly, feeling his member through his pants, moving her hand up and down, feeling him fully harden with her actions. He suppressed a whimper, wishing he could pull his cock out of his pants and have her go down on him right there.

Mercifully, the cab ride was short. Ranma paid the driver before adjusting his pants, then grabbing Akane’s hand, he pulled her out of the car with him.

The cab driver wished them a good night with a knowing smirk. He had not been fooled.

They walked quickly inside the building and called the elevator, getting on when it reached the ground floor. Ranma moved towards her, thankful for the fact that they would be alone when the doors opened suddenly and an elderly woman got in with them. She narrowed her eyes at them and positioned herself so they were in her eye line. She had seen that boy around before and always with a different girl, all tarted up. It was shameless. Although this girl seemed to be sticking around longer than others, she didn’t approve. Not one bit.

Under her steely gaze, the youngest Tendo moved subtly away from Ranma, trying to look as innocent as possible but it was a hard feat as her mind was firmly planted in the gutter. When the elevator finally stopped on his floor, he grabbed Akane’s hand again and pulled her along, giving a cheeky wink to the judgmental old bat as he passed her. The old crone gave him an irritated huff and he chuckled.

Ranma opened the door quickly, pulling her in. He closed the door swiftly and pressed her against it. His mouth was on hers in an instant. Hot and demanding. His hands moved down her body and he groped her butt. Squeezing that firm ass that she had pressed against him all night. His mouth moved to her chin, kissing her jaw and traveling down her neck. Her skin tasted slightly salty from her sweat.

Her hands tugged at his pig-tail, pulling off the elastic and throwing it to the side. Her fingers glided through his smooth tresses as they undid his braid. She wanted to touch more of him. Gripping the back of his shirt, she yanked it off, throwing it to the floor. Her hands went up and down his back, feeling the taut muscles that rippled with his movements. Her hands gripped his shoulder for support when she was suddenly hoisted up against the door.

His hands moved lower, gripping her thighs and he lifted her up, wedging her body between his and the door. She wrapped her legs around him for leverage and he felt the heat of her core pressed against his stomach. He slipped his hands under the deep V of her shirt, her hard nipples brushing the palm of his hands, causing her to moan in delight. He cupped both of her boobs, enjoying the feel of her breasts in his hands. He’d imagined the moment for so long and they felt better than he thought but he wanted to see them, too. She seemed to read his mind as she pulled the top down over her shoulder.

He moved his hands away so he could take a good look at the funbags he’d been dreaming about for months. They were full, firm, and perky. The dusky pink nipples contrasted temptingly against her milky white skin. She grabbed the sides of his head and pushed his face towards her tits. Pushing her boobs up and together with both hands, he ran his tongue around her areola. He licked and flicked her left nipple as his fingers pinched and twisted the other. She moaned and tightened her legs around his waist, and pressed his head against her harder. His mouth covered her nipple completely.

“Ahhh!”

Akane threw her head back, thumping the door as Ranma used his teeth to graze the pink bud. Her breasts had always been sensitive but the things he was doing with his mouth and hands were driving her wild. Her inner walls were throbbing in need and she grinded herself against him for a small measure of relief. She took his face in both hands and pulled him off one breast and onto the other. He lavished attention on the previously ignore breast, the sounds of her moans telling him exactly what she liked. He pushed both breasts even closer together so that her nipples were almost touching. He moved his mouth from side to side, licking, flicking her nipples before he began to suck on both of them at once. She had never felt anything like it.

“I love your tits,” he said reverently.

She felt him breathe hotly against her flushed skin and the wetness between her thighs increase. Her core was now throbbing almost painfully. She didn’t want him to stop but no amount of grinding was going to satisfy her now. She wanted to feel his member in her hand as she stoked him. Feel him inside her. Taking his head in her hands again, she pulled him away and pressed her mouth against his, twirling her tongue around his. She pulled back and rested her forehead on his. Both panting, their breath hot and steamy.

“Let me down.”

“Why?”

“I need to feel you.”

She unhooked her legs from his waist and when they landed on the floor with a wobble, she was glad that he was still using his body to support her. She pushed him back slightly and attacked his belt, taking it off as quickly as her impatient fingers allowed. Working the button and zipper, she didn’t bother to yank his pants down. Moving her gaze to his, she made a show of licking her palm slowly. His eyes were locked onto her tongue and his Adam’s apple bobbed when he swallowed hard. She felt powerful and sexy. She plunged her hand into his boxers, grabbing him at his base.

She had a general idea of his size, having had him pressed against her before, but he was bigger than she realized. Her hand couldn’t grasp his entire girth. She loved the feeling of him in her palm, his soft skin contrasting with his hardness. It was like silk sheathed over steel. She pumped her hand up and down his length. When she got to his mushroom tip, she used her finger to trace over the sensitive ridge and up to his weeping tip. His pre-cum felt thick and sticky on her thumb as she rubbed it along the length of his slit. Using small circles to spread the lubricant fully around his tip. She licked her lips, wondering what he would taste like in her mouth.

Ranma had his forehead on the door next to her head. His hands splayed flat on either side of them to support himself. Her small, soft hands jerking him off was better than he could have imagined but when she started playing with his tip, he nearly lost it.

“Fuck me,” he growled out in a low raspy voice.

“Isn’t that my line?” she asked, her voice smug.

“Depends, do you want me?” he asked.

“Yes. I need you inside me, Ranma. Now.”

He growled low in her ear, her words driving him on. He began to remove her belt and growled for a different reason when he couldn’t remove it.

“How the fuck do you take this off?” he said as he continued to pull on the elastic.

“I’ll take care of it. Get your pants off.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. He kicked off his shoes and pulled off his socks, throwing both to the side. He yanked his pants over his hips, letting them drop before stepping out of them and kicking them away. He smirked proudly when her eyes widened at the sight of him. His male ego swelled at the obvious appreciation she had for his body.

She couldn’t help goggling. He had an eight pack and an Adonis belt. She had no idea how she had kept her hands off him for so long and couldn’t remember why. Seeing him standing there with his cock standing proud and erect, she finally saw how large he really was. Not only was he thick but he was long too, his tip reaching up to the bottom of his eight pack.

Dear lord. She was going to have that inside her soon.

She worked her belt quickly, the desire to feel him inside of her only growing. She threw the belt to the side and grasped the romper now at her waist, she pulled her panties down, letting them fall to her ankles. She kicked both away and bent her leg up to take off her shoes.

“No, leave those on.”

She smiled as she straightened herself, putting her hand on her hip. She had gotten the chance to peruse his naked form and she figured turnabout was fair play.

He eyed her high heeled open toed booties, the bright red nails peeping through, and ran his eyes up all ten feet of her legs. Shapely calves, toned thighs, topped by a patch of neatly trimmed hair. He stared for a second, seeing the glistening of her juices already coming down her thighs. Her curvy hips were generous, her stomach flat and smooth. Her large breasts were perky and now red from his previous attention. He could see the marks already beginning to form and couldn’t wait to mark her further. His eyes moved up her slim neck and towards that beautiful face. A sinful, wicked smile graced her lips as she stood unabashedly before him.

“Fuck,” was the only response he could muster.

He moved towards her, pinning her against the wall again, covering her mouth with his. His hands ran up the inside of her leg, he ran his finger along her outer lips, getting it wet before rubbing it around her clit. Akane scrapped her nails across his back as waves of pleasure ran up her spine.

“Do-don’t tease me. Now, Ranma.”

He wanted to keep teasing her, to keep watching her face contorted in pleasure, her mouth slack as she panted. He was totally getting off on getting her off. But she was right, it was time to stop with the foreplay. They’d been flirting and teasing each other for months and as much as he wanted to explore every inch of her glorious body, he needed to be inside her. He moved his hands to her thighs, gripping them as he lifted her again, and brought her down on his rod in one smooth movement.

“Uungh!” Akane moaned as he penetrated her.

She squeezed her eyes together and bit her bottom lip. She loved that initial thrust. Her walls stretching to fit his invading appendage felt so good. She felt so full and complete. It was amazing.

Ranma took a moment to enjoy being inside her. Having always worn a condom (unless he was too drunk to remember) he had never felt anything as amazing as being bareback inside of Akane. Her cunt was warm and so wet, it was like he was sheathed in a hot, silky, iron vise. It was incredible and he took a moment to revel in the feeling.

“Your pussy is so fucking tight, ‘kane,” he groaned.

“It’s because your cock is so big. Now use that hard dick and fuck me already!”

She squeezed her muscles around his dick to get her point across. He began to thrust into her, hard and fast. From her position there was nothing Akane could do but hold on and enjoy being pounded against the door. It had been so long since she’d had sex and she had almost forgotten how much she liked it. She squeezed her inner muscles in time with his thrust, increasing the pleasure for them both.

It had been way too long for Ranma and she felt way too good. He could feel himself close to coming but it was too soon for that. After waiting this long, he wanted to enjoy being inside her longer and his male pride refused to come before he got her off. He lifted her off of him. She groaned in response, already missing having him inside her. He carried her over to the dining room while holding her legs. She wrapped her arms around his neck, nipping and sucking on his earlobe.

When he reached the dining room table he kicked a chair away and put her down on top of the table. Pulling her into another kiss, his hands were now free to roam her body. They went straight to her chest, playing with her breasts again. She ran her hands down his back and around the front, grabbing his cock, all wet and slick with her juices in her hand, she stroked him firmly. She spread her legs apart, pulling him closer and rubbing his tip against her clit until her legs began to quiver, then she guided him back inside her.

Being so close to her, his thrusts were slow and short. She wanted more. Breaking away from him, she laid down on the table, shifting her legs so they were resting on either side of his chest. She felt him pull out, but before she could protest, a deep moan escaped her throat when he rubbed his tip roughly against her clit. Then he rammed back into her with all his strength.

“Yes!” she cried out.

The new position allowed her to feel every inch of him as he went in and out of her. The sound of his hips smacking her ass filled the room along with their panting. She moved her hands to her chest, twisting and pulling at her own nipples. The sensation of both her pussy and her breasts being played with sending her closer to the edge. Her body tingling in anticipation. Just a little more.

“Harder!” she demanded.

He thought changing positions would help him last but he was wrong. Seeing her splayed before him, her tits bouncing with each jerk of his hips, her fuck me shoes next to his head as he pounded her ass as hard as he could was bad enough but watching her play with her tits was pushing his restraint beyond its limits.

“I want you to come for me. Squirt all over my dick.”

“Fuck me harder then.”

He obliged, ramming into her as hard as he could but it was a strain to hold back.

“Yes! L-like that. Faster!”

“Be careful what you ask for, I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow.”

His dirty talk turning her on even more. Akane yanked and tugged on her nipples harder, the almost painful sensation and his words pushing her to her limit.

Ranma was so close to busting a nut. He knew she was getting close but he needed to give her a hand to get over the edge. He stuck his thumb into her mouth. She sucked hard on the digit, twirling it around her tongue eagerly.

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Is that what you'd do with my cock?”

There was a popping noise when he pulled his thumb out of her mouth.

“I’d deep throat you and suck you dry as you come in my mouth.”

Her words made him imagine how she’d use that hot little mouth to give him a blowjob, which wasn’t helping his situation. He pressed his thumb on her engorged clit and rubbed it back and forth quickly.

It was too much for Akane. She pinched her nipples at the same time she squeezed her vagina around his length. Her abdomen tightened and her toes curled. Her breath caught in her throat and she arched her back as her body began to convulse uncontrollably, waves of pleasure ripping through her.

If he thought she was tight before, it was nothing compared to the way her cunt felt as she came. Her walls spasmed and squeezed him so tight there was nothing he could do to hold back his own orgasm. He had a moment of indecision on whether he should come on her or in her. The thought of shooting his jizz all over her body, seeing her covered in his thick white cum was so tempting he almost pulled out. But the desire to shoot his wad into her won. He felt his balls tighten, the vein in his neck pulsing. His vision blurred as he thrust into her once more. His mouth slack, he spurted inside her with a grunt, her throbbing pussy milking his cock of every last drop of his cum as his movements became jerky.

Akane swallowed, trying to catch her breath as she came down from her high. She felt so good. Her body felt like jelly, her arms limp and loose. Ranma scratched the back of his head and then shook it like a dog as his vision cleared. Their panting breaths echoed loudly in the room. They both took a few more moments to regain their equilibrium before he spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

Sorry? What could he possibly be sorry for when I feel this good? she thought. “What for?” she asked incredulously.

“I was…kinda in a rush.”

The blue-haired girl chuckled.

“Don’t worry, so was I. Trust me, you have nothing to apologize for. That was great. Was…was it good for you?” she asked hesitantly.

“Oh yeah. It was fucking amazing.” he said. He smiled then, cocky and sure. “But don’t worry, that was just the beginning.”

He grabbed her hand and pulled her into a sitting position before throwing her over his shoulder. She gave a yelp of surprise and laughed as he carried her into his bedroom, giving her a playful smack on the ass on the way.

A/N: At long last, an update! I'm sorry this took longer than I thought but lemons are difficult for me to write. I have no idea why I do this to myself. Oh, wait. I do know why; it's because I'm a pervert.

FYI, The first scene of this chapter was supposed to be in the last chapter but I forgot to put it in. Ranma's test results did not affect Akane's decision on when to sleep with him.

Thank you, alwaysZutarian for all your help and suggestions!
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