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Alphabet Challenge	By : campfiresongsong Category: Pokemon > General Views: 42880 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Anxiety
- 2-Birthday
- 3-Curiosity
- 4-Dreams
- 5-Exuberance
- 6-First
- 7-Girls
- 8-Handyman
- 9-Incarceration
- 10-Judicious
- 11-Kinship
- 12-Lust
- 13-Miscontruction
- 14-Naive
- 15-Offset
- 16-Peregrination
- 17-Quirky
- 18-Rejuvenate
- 19-Swingers
- 20-Tease
- 21-Ubiquitous
- 22-Validate
- 23-Winsome
- 24-Xenos
- 25-Yoga
- 26-Zesty
- 20
- 21
- 22
Daisy held a brown paper bag of groceries in one arm as she searched for her keys with her other. The golden haired gym leader fumbled through the multiple keys on the key chain before finally finding the one that would unlock the door. She slipped it into the keyhole, and twisted it to the right, listening for the click that would notify her that the door was unlocked.
She turned it all the way to the right, but there was no click. She pulled the door open, verifying that the door was unlocked before she even arrived. She was curious who was home, because her sisters had left for a fashion show hundreds of miles away, promising to be gone for at least a week, and Misty was off in Johto, continuing her travels with Ash and Brock.
She set the groceries on the kitchen counter and headed for the stairs. She ascended them with the assistance of the railing, turning left once she reached the top, advancing toward her room. She stepped inside of it, and unsuspectedly walked into the bathroom. A shriek came from her lips as she spotted Tracey standing in her bathroom, holding a wrench.
“What are you doing here?” She asked aghast, just then remembering that her door was unlocked and someone had to have been in the gym.
“Well, you said your toilet was broken, so I came over to take a look like you asked.” He responded bashfully.
“I said if you got a chance some weekend, not right this minute.” She said, chuckling at his willingness to come over.
The more she thought about it, Tracey was always over at the gym. He was a nice handyman, fixing a bunch of little, and a few big things. It did not seem to bother him though; he was always happy to come over. In fact, sometimes it seemed that he came over for any little excuse. Daisy, being a little conceited, assumed that he must want to spend time with her, now that she put together how much he enjoyed coming over.
“You are a really sweet guy, Tracey.” She acknowledged.
A light stripe of red appeared along Tracey’s cheek; he blushed at just about any compliment he got, but even more when they came from cute girls. Despite the fact that he and Daisy were openly dating, he was still “cutely awkward” according to Daisy when it came to expressing their fondness for one another. He had never had a girlfriend before her, even at his age of 21, so it was a new experience, and he was still learning.
“But why don’t you spend a little time with me?” She asked sweetly.
“Oh yeah, sure.” He responded, setting his tools down.
He stepped toward her and flashed her a smile. He was not really sure what it was that she wanted to do, and he was hoping that she would end the silence that fell upon them after he last spoke. Just as he hoped, Daisy wrapped her arms around him and pulled him next to her. He put his arms around her back as well, completing the hug. He liked the way that she fit into his arms.
Her green eyes lit up and sparkled as they locked with his brown ones. There is no doubt that the eyes provide some sort of passageway to the soul; anyone who has truly looked someone in the eye can attest to that. Something clicked when their eyes connected, and Daisy leaned her head in for a kiss. Their lips met softly and stayed together for a few brief moments.
They parted their lips, but their heads did not travel far away. They looked into each other’s eyes again, spawning Daisy to lean in for another kiss. She pressed her lips against his harder this time, and she did not pull away after a few seconds. She crept her tongue out of her mouth, pressing it at the gates of Tracey’s mouth. He reacted a little slowly, but he opened up his mouth and let their tongues mingle.
Daisy’s hands moved up to his neck and she leaned further in, deepening what was now a make-out session. Daisy had mastered the art of taking in small breaths with her nose, and when an opportunity presented itself, her mouth, while she was kissing. She never needed to break a kiss to get some air. Tracey, on the other hand, was not so experienced. He had to pull away for a second to replenish his air supply, but Daisy pulled him back in before any amount of time passed.
Daisy started to take small steps backwards, yet kept the kiss going. Tracey followed her, not that he had much choice anyway, as she had her arms around his neck and was pulling him with her. She took her time so that it did not take away from the kiss, but eventually she backed them up back into the main part of the bedroom, next to her bed. She turned them around and threw him onto the bed, falling on top of him when she did so.
This time Daisy did break away, but it was not because she needed to breathe. She ran her fingers along his chest and collar as he panted, taking advantage of his chance to catch his breath. She unbuttoned his polo without any resistance, and he responded by ripping off the pink sweater that she wore just about everywhere. Daisy reattached her lips to his at this point.
Restarting the fiery kiss, Daisy placed her hand underneath the fabric of Tracey’s shirt and pulled up on it. In a flash she managed to separate their lips and fling the shirt of his body. Before Tracey could even realize that their lips parted, they joined once more. Impressed by her move, Tracey wanted to emulate her. He pulled her dark blue shirt up as far as he could with their lips connected. He pulled away from her and tried to fling the shirt away in just the same way, but he was not as successful.
Her shirt got hung up on her shoulders, ruining the smoothness that he was attempting to get. He did not let it get to him though, he peeled the shirt off of her and pressed his lips back onto hers. A new challenge presented itself this time: her bra. His hands were already on her back, so he started to move them around in search of the hook. He found it quickly, and he fumbled with is, desperately trying to get it off without any trouble and embarrassment.
It took him three or four attempts, but he got it off without making a scene or anything. They had succeeded in getting each other topless, and they continued to poke their tongues at each other. Daisy began rubbing her legs against his, creating some more electricity. The currents coursed through the couple’s bodies, causing an ineffable joy for them.
Finally, the wait got to be too much for Daisy, and she broke apart from Tracey to get rid of his clothing. She ripped his khakis off, and his blue and black underwear was not visible for very long before it, too, was disposed of. Being fully naked reminded Tracey of the first time that Daisy saw him naked and how bashful he was. He was much more comfortable with it this time.
Tracey returned the favor to his girlfriend, taking her white shorts without hesitation. Next came her purple panties, which became the last addition to the pile of clothes that had accumulated. Now that they were both fully exposed, Tracey performed an out of character action and was the first one to act. He brought his head down to her crotch and placed his mouth at her vagina.
He stuck his tongue out and lapped at her entrance. Her pussy was already wet, proving Daisy was getting pretty hungry for sex, but unfortunately for her, she would have to wait a little. He licked around her outside at first, then moved on her inner depths. His tongue could not reach far inside, but it need not to. The shallow reach of his tongue was plenty enough to get her going.
“Oh! Oh god!” She would moan.
He was toying with what is probably the most sensitive part of a lady, and it drove her body mad. She bucked her hips in a natural reaction. She seemed to lose control of the lower half of her body while Tracey was orally pleasing her. The coolness of his tongue helped to calm down the burning fire that had started down in her core in some ways.
Tracey started to flick his tongue back and forth quickly, listening to Daisy moan in a higher pitch as well as more often. He could feel her body shaking, and he could sense that an orgasm was not far away. Not trying to be a jerk, but rather to save up for a bigger finale, Tracey stopped his action completely and left Daisy hanging. She whimpered in protest, but she did not say anything.
Tracey then got back on his knees, and Daisy sat up and joined him there. She looked down at his member, and saw that he was not quite ready. She placed her cool, creamy hand around his dick, and stroked it slowly back and forth. Tracey immediately reacted to her soft touch. It was incredibly arousing, and he was fully erect in no time.
Daisy brought her other hand down and placed it behind the one she was already using. She found a way to grip him tightly, yet softly as well. Tracey was given a little bit of a taste of his own medicine as Daisy ran her hands up and down his rod, only to stop when he felt himself building up. It was a little bit frustrating, but he did know that it was for the best.
Moving on to the next level, the two laid down on the soft bed in a simple missionary position. Tracey reached over to the bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He put it on before continuing. He inched his cock forward slowly, stopping once he began to prod her. He heard Daisy let out a mix between a moan and a groan as she was anxious for more. He shook his hips a little bit, barely penetrating her, but dancing around instead. He was postponing his entrance as long as he could; he wanted to hear her whine.
“Traceyy!” She said pleadingly.
He chuckled, and then gave in and plunged himself into her pussy. He slammed his full cock into her, knowing plenty well that she could take it alright. He left it there without pulling out, repeating his actions from seconds ago. He grinded his hips, making his cock dance around some more, but this time, he was inside of her. The temperature seemed to be over 100 degrees; their proximity begetting all the warmth.
Needless to say, it was not an uncomfortable heat, but rather a relaxing, soothing, and all around pleasing like one you would get in a hot spring. Tracey slowly pulled his hips backwards, pulling himself out of her, before pushing himself in with a quick, sharp thrust. He kept himself there, circling his hips yet again. He repeated this process multiple times; pulling out slowly, and pushing in fast.
“Oh, Tracey!” Daisy moaned out.
She was breathing heavily, enjoying the sensuality that came from Tracey’s movements. She was more used to rough, meaningless sex, so the change was refreshing on its own. Daisy, who was often grouped in with her sisters as dumb, was a little bit more intelligent than she was given credit for. She understood that the emotional connection between her and Tracey helped add another dimension to the sexual intercourse.
It was more meaningful; there was passion and what Daisy was starting to think was love. They were, after all, making love. Neither of them had said it out loud yet, but for the first time, Daisy thought that she was in love with Tracey. It had a strange ring when she said it to herself in her head, yet it still seemed right. Tracey and Daisy. It even rhymed.
Strangely enough, similar thoughts were running through Tracey’s mind at the same time. While the missionary position can be viewed as vanilla or boring to some, it seemed perfect to him for the occasion. He admired her beautiful body, and when he stared at her face, it all clicked. It took one final peak into her eyes, into her soul, but Tracey knew at the moment that he was in love.
Once one is in love, appearance becomes irrelevant. Tracey, like all men, considered Daisy to be a very beautiful woman beforehand, but now he did even more so. It was like he was looking past her perfect body, looking at something more, seeing the heart and soul of the woman who had captivated his heart. It felt like he was looking at a different person now.
Tracey gradually cut out eh slow exit that he was using, picking up the overall tempo. It was still very much on the slow side, but that did not take away from the bliss. Tracey leaned in and kissed Daisy once more as he continued to slowly push his cock in and out of her. Their lips met, fitting together perfectly, and they both sent their love through it.
They started to press harder against each other, making the kiss more passionate. It turned into a little “I love you more contest” as the kiss started to mean more and more to each of them. Tracey had to break away before too long, cursing himself for not being able to breathe like Daisy could. He did not kiss her again, however, because he had already gotten his message across. Daisy and he both had said what they needed to say in that very kiss.
The heat in the room increased steadily, almost in proportion to the speed that Tracey was building up. The slow augmentation had suddenly quickened; it was like the last mile of a marathon, when everything speeds up dramatically because the end is near. He was soon pumping into her at a fast pace, causing for the buildup of more pleasure.
“OH! AH! AH!” Daisy was letting out high pitched squeals.
The increase in his speed stopped; it seemed he had reached the peak. Everything, including the pleasure, had reached a climax, and fittingly, Tracey and Daisy reached their physical climax within a minute as well. They both let out a long, lengthy moan as they expelled their juices from their body. They breathed heavily, looking at each other in full happiness after their finish.
With the events that transpired since she returned home, Daisy now knew that Tracey would be there for her, whenever she needed him. Both physically, for fix it jobs, and more importantly, emotionally.
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