Ukyo Married

Not done writing, my husband was nice enough to turn off my computer to use an air compressor on it, while I had a seven page unsaved chapter on it. Normally my word program does automatic saves on it; not in this case. I had to rewrite the whole blasted thing. That’s honey.

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Ukyo was buying her usual amount of groceries and was about to pay for her purchases, when she spotted a book in a rack beside the checkout counter that read ‘how to make love to a man.’ She blushed slightly at the title, and then thought back to the boy’s discussion and how Kentaro had said that he liked his girls really feminine. She thought about Shampoo and Akane, her main competitor for Ranma. Shampoo wore tight, provocative Chinese clothing meant to display her body, enhanced her pretty face with makeup and was naturally flirtatious. Akane didn’t go for that nonsense, but she did keep her shorthair neatly trimmed and her appearance neat, plus she wore really feminine, almost girlish clothing. ‘Is that what guys like? It that what Ranma likes?’ she questioned and on impulse, picked up the book and placed it beside her purchases.

The cashier picked up the book and said “I think this book just went on sale. Let me do a price check on it” she offered.

Ukyo started waving her hands “no, no that isn’t necessary; I’ll just pay full price” she said, completely embarrassed.

“Not a problem” the cashier replied with a smile and then called over her paging system, “Yumi, could you do a price check on the book entitled ‘how to make love to a man’?” She seemed to get an answer, “I was right, it’s half off. Aren’t you glad I checked?” she asked brightly.

You could have lit a match off Ukyo’s face “yes, I’m really glad you did” she said sarcastically.

She got home; she carefully set her groceries down on the counter and went to have a pee. When she got back, her face flamed to find Kentaro had decided to be helpful by unpacking them for her. “I’ll do that” she said hastily.

“No problem, I’m almost done” he said and then he pulled out the book. His face started to blush when he read the title.

“That’s mine!” she said hastily and snatched it from his hands and darted to her room.

He could only stare after the flustered looking girl and wonder who she wanted to seduce. Him? He shook his head to clear it; he’d lived with her for almost week now. Other then sometimes catching her looking at him with an odd expression on her face or her giving him some unexpected hugs, he might as well be her cousin in truth. ‘What had he expected?’ that he would meet his wife and she would be so happy to see him that she would fling her arms around him and say ‘take me now big boy.’ He kicked a table leg at the size of his stupid ego, and then he yelped when he stubbed his toe and hopped around the kitchen. When it stopped throbbing he put away the rest of the groceries and went to brood in his girly room, feeling unwanted and vaguely hurt. “Ranma’ he concluded. ‘It’s always Ranma”

Ukyo read the book, blushing heavily over descriptions of how to do fellatio, give hand jobs. Then she gagged over the descriptions of how to give a prostate massage and a rim job. Then she turned with interest, to the section marked ‘how to romantically seduce a man’ “Bingo” she thought. Then she read it and got a crash course in how to be ultimately feminine. Ukyo had always been diligent in her studies and this time was no exception. Ranma was in for a night of seduction, all she had to do was follow the instructions and he was hers. She imagined her rival fiancées looks of envy when he walked down the aisle with Ukyo!

She set her trap by first taking herself to a dress shop. With the help of sales girl, she found the perfect little black dress. It was form fitting black satin with a thick straps and a sweet heart neckline that clung to her curves and ended with a slight flare around her knees. Ukyo bought that and matching low heeled pumps.

The lingerie shop was next, where she blushingly tried on sheer black baby doll lingerie with a matching thong. It was like a short, formfitting nightie that had pink ribbon trim on the top and bottom of the skirt and on the transparent thong itself. She admired how this displayed, to an advantage, her trim athletic figure and her large, firm breasts with their pink peaks that matched her lips. She tried to picture Ranma’s face when he saw her in this the first time. He wouldn’t be able to keep his hands to himself and once he sampled her wares, she would make him marry her before she would allow him more.

A trip a department store yielded candles, massage oil, makeup and a curling iron. The champagne she already had, a supplier had gifted it to her at Christmas, not knowing her true age. It was a magnum and should be more then enough to lower the inhabitations of a certain martial artist who didn’t normally drink, he would be just tipsy enough for her to exercise her feminine wills on him, to trap him in her silken web. Ranma was going to be hers!

She stopped at the birth control aisle and frowned, debating whether to buy condoms or not, and then decided against it. She wouldn’t time the night to coincide with her ovulation period or anything silly like that; but should she become pregnant that night, it would just make certain that Ranma would have to marry her. She pictured her rival’s faces when she walked by them with Ranma’s baby in her arms and Ranma himself walking beside her, wearing a wedding ring.

Now that her trap was set, she just had to bait it. Food always worked well for the gullible boy. She managed to catch him by himself at school and said “Hi Ranma, I was just wondering if you would like to come over for dinner on Saturday? I’m serving fillet mignon with cream sauce, baby potatoes and dilled carrots, with baked Alaska for dessert” she said persuasively. ‘Followed by me for dessert” her mind added.

“Sure I would love to have dinner with Kentaro and yourself” Ranma replied. He was quite happy with the other boy living with her, as he’d hoped she’d shift the focus of her affection to Kentaro, instead of Ranma.

“Sorry Sugar, he has plans that night. It would be just the two of us” she said “Come on, you already said you would. You can’t disappoint an old friend like this” she added persuasively.

Ranma gulped, he felt in view of his feelings about Akane, that it wasn’t right for him to have a private dinner with another girl. Still Ukyo was an old friend of his “I guess so, but I can’t stay long” he said cautiously.

“You can stay just as long as you want Sugar” she said. “You can just eat and run if you have other plans” she said, giving him a friendly-seeming smile.

Saturday

Ukyo waited for Kentaro to leave before she started to get ready. He’d gone to pick up Ryoga as had become their habit, not trusting the boy to find the restaurant himself as Ryoga had moved into a rooming house temporarily. She laughed when he returned with two bundles of clothing and a duck under one arm and a pig under the other.

“Aren’t they cute? It started to rain, so I brought them here” Kentaro said with a laugh, earning a glare from the ‘cute’ animals. “When Ryoga said he became a pig; I thought he meant a huge evil, looking one with big tusks, not a sweet little potbellied pig” Kentaro said, grinning fondly at the annoyed looking P-chan. “Would you watch them while I go get some dry clothes.....and my camera?” Kentaro asked Ukyo.

Ukyo, in an evil mood herself, picked up the kettle that she was boiling for tea and held it over them. They scrambled when they realized that they were about transformed in front of a female. “Come on, don’t you want to become men again?” she said, burnishing the kettle over their scrambling heads, until she got one then the other. The naked boys turned bright red and clasped their hands over their privates. They got even redder when she walked around them, examining them from every angle. “My, my Sugars. You two are going to make a pair of girls very happy some day” she said causally. They gasped when she gave each pair of muscular buttocks a friendly pat.

Kentaro returned with a bundle of clothing and took in the interesting sight. “Ukyo that was so mean” he observed and handed each cowering boy some clothes. “You’ll have to wear my clothes tonight. Ryoga, your clothes are in the dryer. Mousse, your silk stuff is strictly drip dry” he laughed and traded a look with Ukyo when they scrambled into the clothes as fast a possible.

“Thanks for the dry clothes, Kentaro. Thanks for the public humiliation Ukyo” Ryoga said sourly, but gave her a friendly smile.

“We should get going” Mousse said, still blushing shyly.

“Do you want to come with us?” Kentaro asked Ukyo.

“No thanks, karaoke isn’t my thing. I’m surprised you like it” she replied

“Great way to improve your English by having to read off the lyrics so fast or else make a fool of yourself; it’s also great way to meet girls” he explained. He gave her a kiss on the cheek and left.

Ukyo ran to the bathroom and made up and did her hair, then slipped into her new clothing. She admired the woman in the mirror. She had softly curled hair, she wore light plum colour kiss proof lipstick, light applied smoky eye shadow and her eyes had been lined with soft black eyeliner. She looked beautiful and softly feminine, quite unlike her normal self. Satisfied with her appearance, she went to cook and set the table.

The table had a white tablecloth with a red overlay and silver candlesticks held tall, slim white candles. The dim light caused the white plates to gleam and the champagne flutes to twinkle. The champagne was in an ice filled silver bucket beside the table. Everything looked elegant; she’d spared no expense for Ranma’s seduction. The next important day she would have to plan, would be their wedding she realized.

Meanwhile Ranma was making his way over to her apartment; he was feeling more nervous by the minute. Something about tonight was off he felt; Ukyo had been acting weird all week. He didn’t like it. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t even hear Kentaro saying “Ranma?” until he was right in front of him.

He woke up from his daze and was surprised to see Kentaro with Mousse and Ryoga. “What are you guys doing?” he asked.

“We’ve sort of become friends” replied Ryoga, with a shrug.

“I like having male friends and kind of kidnapped them” Kentaro explained. “We’re going to karaoke. Would you like to join us?” he asked.

“You would want me to come?” he questioned of Mousse and Ryoga.

Ryoga shrugged, “we haven’t hung out for a long while, sure” he replied.

“I don’t have a problem with you coming” replied Mousse.

“Well, I was supposed to go to a friend’s for dinner, but I’m not sure I want to” Ranma said hesitatingly.

“So, use my cell to blow them off and come with us” Kentaro suggested holding it out to him.

Ranma felt horrible doing so, but seriously didn’t think he should be alone with Ukyo. So he called and left a message on her cell, cancelling for dinner, not realizing that she had forgotten to charge her phone in her excitement.

Ukyo put the food on the plates and sat down to wait, her heart was racing in anticipation of hearing the doorbell, announcing the presence of Ranma. After one hour she called the Tendo residence and talked with Kasumi, who told her that he had left long ago. After two hours, she starting crying and opened the magnum of champagne. As she drank glass after glass of the beverage meant for celebration, she allowed her expensive food to go to ruin and wondered where Ranma was.

Ranma was singing a duet of YMCA with Kentaro, Mousse and Ryoga. Kentaro had explained how they spell out the chorus in America and each boy had been assigned a letter, Ranma was C. He was having a blast singing along with the other boys. They all had horrible voices, but the girls in the audience didn’t care. They cheered them on because they were four attractive males.

Ukyo finished the bottle and staggered towards her room, on the way she stripped the dress off and kicked off the shoes. In just her lingerie she curled up on her bed and started sobbing.

When Kentaro got home, he didn’t understand why the table was set with what looked like expensive western style food, he blew out what remained of the candles and decided to go question Ukyo. He almost tripped over a bundle of clothing; he held up a dress and found the matching pumps. These he carried with him. Hearing her weeping piteously, he simply opened the door, “Ukyo are you okay?” he asked with concern. Her light was on, he sucked in his breath to see her dressed in sexy lingerie.

“Ranma never came” she said in a broken voice. She held her arms out for him, seeking comfort.

Kentaro got over his nervousness and simply pulled her into his arms, ignoring her almost nude state.

“You were who he was supposed to see tonight? I’m sorry, we ran into him and he decided to come with us”

“You fucker! You’re the reason!” she shrieked and tried to hit him.

“He decided he wanted to come to karaoke. I didn’t know that you even had plans or I never would have suggested the idea” Kentaro said, catching her hand and holding it in place.

“So he didn’t want to come here?” she said in a broken voice. In her rage and grief, her hormones took over; she wanted to punish Ranma by giving what he missed to someone else. She grabbed Kentaro by the hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth, grinding her body against his. Kentaro gasped in surprised and pulled away.

“We can’t, you’re drunk and I can’t take advantage of you like this. You certainly don’t want your first time to be like this, do you?” he chastened.

She laughed bitterly “first time? I got rid of my virginity a couple of years ago. I offered it to a cross dressing guy in my all boys school. We did it in an alley way with my pants pulled down while he pounded it to me from behind. I just wanted the whole nonsense over with”

“Nonsense?” Kentaro questioned, he was slightly stunned to learn that Ukyo wasn’t a virgin. She seemed so stuck on Ranma, that he couldn’t imagine her not being one.

“I didn’t want to be bothered hoping my first time was going to be special; I just wanted it gone, so I arranged it that way. It hurt!” she declared.

“It should only hurt a little at first, if not; he didn’t do a good enough job preparing you. I can’t make love to you in this state, but I can still pleasure you. After all it’s my job as your husband” Kentaro said. Ukyo shivered when he slid down her thong and softly kissed her inner thighs.

“W-what are you doing?” she asked nervously, as she felt his fingers stroking through her thatch of dark brown hair. He answered her, by parting her labia with his tongue and curling it around her clitoris. She gasped when he did this, she’d heard about being eaten out before; but it had always struck her as gross, both for the giver and receiver. She moaned while she was given a crash course in why women, really, really enjoyed this, as his tongue continued to tease, stroke and caress. Her hands fisted in to his hair, as if afraid he would stop. She could feel mind-blowing waves of pleasure washing over her, driving her towards a peak that no one had ever taken her to before.

Kentaro had never done this before but was confident in his abilities, between diagrams and porn; he knew where girl’s erogenous zones were and had read up on how to orally pleasure them. He smiled, as the boy-girl moaned and opened her legs wider to give him better access, her hips lifting into his strokes. Needing no more encouragement, he pushed his fingers deep inside her wet entrance and pumped them in time with his tongue. She started panting and thrusting back against his fingers, while his tongue swirled frantically around her clitoris. She came with a shout; for about ten seconds she squealed “Ranma” in orgasm and then went limp. Quickly Kentaro moved up her body and held her; he could feel her heart pounding against his. He was more then slightly disturbed that she hadn’t even given him the credit for pleasuring her. He was also fully conscious that she wore very little. He tamped down what the dark demons in his head were demanding, ‘she’s the reason you’re a virgin; it’s only fitting that she should be your first, pull down your zipper and pound it to her. She won’t complain and when you bring both to satisfaction; she’s practically naked anyway’ it suggested. He considered this briefly; she was so wet and ready, and then he thought about what the consequences of unprotected sex could be and decided against it.

He pulled away to find her asleep, silencing the demons. He should have just covered her up right away like a gentleman, but couldn’t help examining her nearly nude body for a minute. He took in her long legs that lead to her neatly trimmed, nest of dark curls at the apex of her sex. Her taunt belly with is belly button winking almost shyly when she breathed. Finally he examined her large, upstanding breasts with their pink topped nipples and her elegantly muscled arms and shoulders. Her face was relaxed in sleep and her hair still waved slightly, she looked like a sleeping angel.

This is the image that he took with him, after he covered her up, to his room across the hall, where he jerked himself off with her taste still on his lips. After he was done, he cleaned up and then tiptoed into her room to deposit a glass of water and some aspirin on her nightstand; she was going to need them for her hangover, he concluded. She woke up slightly “Kentaro?” she slurred.

“I’m here” he said.

“Stay with me tonight?” she asked. He hesitated, then pulled the out her long nightshirt and helped her into it was averted eyes. There was no way in hell he was going to get killed the next day when she woke up wearing only the remainder of her lingerie and him asleep beside her. These he put into her laundry hamper for her to deal with at a later time. Then hung up her dress and put the shoes in her clothes.

“Of course” he whispered and slipped under the covers beside her, she sighed and cuddled up against his side, she rested her head on his bare chest and fell asleep. He slipped his arms around her and drifted off to sleep himself, glad that he had on sleep pants or there might be hell to pay.