Ukyo Married

Ukyo stroked herself to climax again for the third time that night, and gasped “Kentaro” when she came, then blushed. Ever since her failed attempt at seducing Ranma a couple days before, she couldn’t get the memory of Kentaro orally pleasuring her out of her head. It was like he had awaken the untapped sexuality that she had been repressing for years after her one painful attempt and now her body craved more. It was bad enough when she had awoken in his arms, blushing heavily when she remembered the night before. She’d felt horrible, but even then her body throbbed with need. He had done nothing that morning, but took care of her, when she would have melted if he had even lightly stroked her sensitive nipple peaks once. Pretending to making love to Ranma no longer did it for masturbation, because it was more like a fantasy compared to the reality that she now knew.

She would find herself staring after Kentaro with lust in her eyes, of course she found attractive; a person would have to be crazy not too. But before she was firmly wrapped up in her love for Ranma, however her recent lust for Kentaro was starting to win. Yes, she was married to him and that meant legally they were expected to sleep together, therefore there would be no guilt over it. Once they were divorce, she would marry Ranma and think about Kentaro fondly as an old flame and friend, she resolved.

“Ukyo, why are you staring at me like that?” Kentaro inquired while he helped her with the dishes.

She blushed “sorry, I have something on my mind” she explained.

Kentaro tried not to smile, he was still technically a virgin, but he knew female arousal when he saw it. It was something he’d seen a lot of since hitting puberty. However, he wouldn’t debase Ukyo by simple seduction; it had to be her idea. This time she had to know that it was Kentaro who was pleasuring her and him that she desired, not Ranma. So he stayed aloof and didn’t act any different then normal and waited for her to come to him.

“Are you doing anything tonight?” she asked.

“No Mousse has to work late, Ryoga’s meeting with someone on business and Ranma has a test to study for. It’s just you and me this evening” he said. “Would you like to do something?”

She swallowed hard, “would you like to play Igo?” she suggested.

“Sure” Kentaro said and went to get and set up the game for them. He raised his eyebrow at her when she got out a bottle of sake and poured them both a healthy glass full. ‘Liquid courage’ he thought. “Are you sure you want to have alcohol again so soon?” he teased.

She blushed, “just a glass or two” she replied. He moved his first piece and said nothing more. “Um, I’ve heard of making the game more interesting, where you set a wager on the outcome and the winner has to do whatever the loser wants” Ukyo said nervously.

“Oh, how is that set up?” Kentaro asked, still sipping his first glass slowly, while she poured another for herself.

“You write down your wagers on a sheet of paper, so that you can’t change them, and then slip them under the game. The winner gets to claim his prize from the loser, after they read it” she explained.

“I’m game” said Kentaro. He frowned, not wanting to write down something perverse that might repulse her, so he just wrote down ‘you will do all the dishes for a week,’ which was harmless and innocent. She blushed while she wrote hers, so he was forced to speculate what it might be.

They played their stones as they sipped their sake, both wondering what they might win as the played their pieces with a greater degree of thought. For a while it looked like Ukyo was going to win, but in the end it was Kentaro that proved to be victorious. Ukyo blanched as Kentaro causally slid out her wager from beneath the board. He opened it and smiled at her “you may play with my breasts” he read out loud to the flustered looking girl. “Are you sure?” he asked her.

She drew herself up and looked into the fake fireplace she had had installed in her living room when she bought the place. “I’m a woman of my word” she said and uncrossed her arms to allow him to fondle her chest. She gulped when he began undoing her top. “W-what are you doing?” she stammered with a deep blush, when he pushed her top down her arms, leaving her exposed except for her breast bindings.

“Well, for the comfort of and pleasure of both of us, I’m removing your clothes so that I can play with your breasts. After all, you did offer” he pointed out; he found the tack holding her bandages together and removed it. He started to unwind them from her chest.

Ukyo gasped when every loop was undone; driving her closer to a half nude state. “Please stop” she said when there were only scant centimeters left to screen her nipples from his eyes.

“I thought you said you were a woman of your word?” he teased when he removed the rest and her full breasts sprang into view. She covered these with her arms. He pulled his own shirt over his head and drew her chest to his; she flushed and didn’t remove her arms. “There, now we are both equally exposed” he whispered and stroked her supple back, trying to get her to calm down. Slowly, her arms left her front and then slipped around his broad back until her chest was flush with his, she moaned at the feeling of his soft skin on her own. He could feel the hardened peaks of her nipples rubbing against him while she breathed. She gasped in surprise when he moved the game out of the way and pushed her back on to the hearth rug.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Playing with your breasts” he whispered as he leaned forward to capture the nearest nipple with his mouth, while he cradled her large breasts in his hands possessively. He lightly pinched the other nipple not getting his mouth’s attention.

Ukyo forgot her embarrassment, while he sucked her stiff, tender buds into his hot mouth and ran his tongue round and round her nipples. No sooner was he done with one wet peak, when he released from his mouth with an audible pop, and then he pinched and rolled it almost painfully between his fingertips while he captured the other one. Ukyo hadn’t realized how pleasurable having her chest caressed could feel and she soon forgot her embarrassment. She arched her chest into his touches while he teased her panting breasts.

Knowing the effect this was having on her lower regions; he rolled them onto their sides and placed his hips against her own, while he still never stop tormenting her breasts. She still wore her socks, panties and leggings. Seeking release, Ukyo began involuntarily grinding her hips against his, placing her leg over his hip to bring him closer while she dry humped him in a frenzy of lust. She gasped when the hardened tip of him began to rub against her clit; this just caused her to rub herself harder against him like a cat in heat.

He could feel her damp heat through his jeans and her leggings and wondered what would be the best way to talk her into removing the rest of her clothing. When she said “could you kiss me down there like you did on Saturday?” she asked with a blush. Taking a hold of her leggings, he drew them off of her. He removed her socks. He took a second to admire the sweet ice blue lace panties against her toned skin, then removed her final barrier to bliss and replaced it with his mouth. His tongue danced and swirled between her soft, pink lips, every lick, caress and nibble bringing her closer to the edge; until she tipped over it with a cry of surrender. He allowed her two more, and then kept pulling away just shy of supplying the last one.

“Please make me come!” she panted, it was more a demand then anything. He answered her by placing her hand over his jeans, to feel the steely hardness of his cock.

“This is my virginity, it was intended for you. Do you want it?” he asked the frustrated girl.

“Yes,” she said, taking the final step towards discovering bodily pleasures between man and woman. He stripped off the rest of his clothes and seated himself fully against her glistening lips. Ukyo looked up at his angelic face hovering just above her, while his hair hung down like a golden curtain on either side of them.

“Are you sure?” he whispered, giving her another chance to back out.

“Yes” she said, and then moaned when he entered her with a single, deep thrust. She’d been expecting pain like the last time; but this time there was only glorious pleasure. Each stroke seemed to rub against her clit, causing waves of pleasure to ripple through her body. She didn’t object when he sought to kiss her, but accepted her first kiss from his lips; allowing his tongue to explore the moist depths of her mouth, as readily as his cock was her pussy. Kentaro almost gasped in surprise when he entered hot, wet female flesh for the first time. He knew he couldn’t last too long; but vowed to get her off at least once more before he went. Her legs were lashed around his waist, while he rode her hard as he kissed her gorgeous, full lips. She gasped his name and bucked with him, as her body strained for release. ‘Ye gods I never knew it could be like this!’ she thought just before her orgasm swept her away like a tidal wave. Her release drew Kentaro in and with a cry, he painted her walls hot white with his own cum. He held the panting girl close, while the sweat dried on both their bodies. “Did you enjoy that Mrs. Kobayashi?” he teased, as he stroked her hair back. Her hair was in a tangle and her face flushed from making love. He thought that she’d never looked lovelier and noticed that her beautiful brown eyes looked softer after making love.


She smiled in amusement at the name and didn’t get annoyed; she was too relaxed and sexually sated to care at the moment. “That was adequate Mr. Kobayashi” she said stroking his cheek and admiring his good looks.

He raised his eyebrows at her “adequate? I guess I shall have to do better the next time. Give me five minutes and that’ll be now” he said, leaning down to kiss her again. Ukyo could feel her hunger soar again, when he teased one of her nipples with his thumb. She moaned when she felt him hardening inside her again. Her lust rose when he made just the tiniest movement in her.

He leapt to his feet when he heard a knock at the door, “who’s that? Are you expecting anyone?” he asked Ukyo. She held her clothes in front of her and shook her head. “Go change into your nightshirt and bathrobe as if you were in bed. I’ll get the door; don’t come out of your room until I say its safe.” he ordered and pulled his clothes on.

Ukyo darted into her room and changed, but joined him at the door anyway with a defiant glare. Kentaro opened the door slowly, not trusting anyone who would show up in the middle of the night. He peered into the shadows and recognized the person there. “Mousse, what are you doing here?” he asked him, wondering why the normally polite young man would be so rude to show up unannounced at someone’s place so late at night.

Mousse stepped out of the shadows “I’m sorry, Shampoo ordered me to leave and I had no other place to go” he explained with sadness in his voice. Both Kentaro and Ukyo gasped at the blood running down his face and onto his white robe.

“Come inside” Kentaro ordered and seized Mousse’s wrist in case he decided to resist. Kentaro froze when Mousse made a sound like a wounded animal. Kentaro loosen his grip and examined the hot, swollen wrist in his hand. ‘Badly sprained, nothing broken’ he thought with some relief.

“Mousse, what happened?” Ukyo asked, with concern in her voice. “Did Ranma do this to you?”

“Come inside Mousse” Kentaro said gently and the shattered boy allowed himself to be coaxed inside. “It wasn’t Ranma was it?” Kentaro asked; he’d suspected something about Mousse’s relationship with Shampoo that he hadn’t had the nerve to ask.

“No” Mousse replied dully and finally stopped shivering in the warm apartment.

“Ukyo, do you have a first aid kit?” Kentaro asked.

“This is Nerima, I have practically a full pharmacy” she said, giving Mousse an encouraging smile.

Kentaro helped his friend to sit, noticing how stiff he was moving. Kentaro didn’t even ask permission, but undid the back on Mousse’s robe and helped him off with it. He set the robe, heavy with weopons, aside and turned back to look at Mousse. Ukyo dropped the first aid kit with a startled cry at the sight of his ribs. He was all purple and red on the right side of his ribcage; the skin looked swollen and painful. “Mousse, what happened?” she cried.

Mousse gave her the look of a scared animal and drew his legs up hugged his knees. “Shampoo happened to him” Kentaro stated, his lips were thin with rage. “She takes out her frustrations about Ranma on Mousse and he lets her beat him. Right?” Mousse barely nodded, he was too upset that Shampoo had actually ordered him to leave. Normally she would just calm down and then act like nothing happened while Mousse tended to his own wounds. But this time she’d actually kicked him out!

“Is this true Sugar?” Ukyo asked, placing her hand on his back to offer comfort.

“Shampoo gets......annoyed sometimes” Mousse explained, and then flinched when Kentaro started dabbing rubbing alcohol onto the cut on his forehead.

“Why do you let her do this to you?” asked Ukyo, holding his hair out of the way for Kentaro’s ministrations.

Mousse shrugged “I would rather she take it out on me then someone else, like Akane Tendo, who couldn’t defend herself so readily against Shampoo. Besides, I love her” he said sadly. His heart felt broken.

Kentaro finished dressing Mousse’s wounds and wrapped up his wrist, then got him a bag of ice for his ribs. All three martial artists had concluded that his ribs were bruised, not fractured and could wait until tomorrow to seek medical attention. “Ukyo, can Mousse stay here for a few days? He can have my room, I’ll take the couch” Kentaro suggested.

Ukyo finally understood why Kentaro hung around with people she thought were weird. Kentaro didn’t take people at face value; he got to know the real person inside and chose his friends that way. “Of course he can stay. He can stay here as long as he needs to” she said to Mousse, she felt her heart break at the flare of gratitude in his eyes at so simple an act of charity.

Kentaro helped him up “come on Mousse, let’s put you to bed. You need rest if you’re going to heal properly” he said. Ukyo trailed along too and waited outside while Kentaro helped Mousse change into borrowed pajamas, and then she went into the room.

“I can help you at the restaurant” Mousse offered. “You don’t have to pay me anything”

“Sure Sugar, in a few days when the swelling on your ribs goes down a bit” she replied. She held out the bottle that she had retrieved from her room. “Pain killers, I got these when I sprained my ankle. They’re still good, you should have enough here to last you until tomorrow when Kentaro takes you to Dr. Tofu’s” she explained.

“Thanks for letting me stay here and for this” Mousse said with a grateful smile.

“You’re welcomed to come here anytime you need to, day or night” Ukyo declared and was surprised when she meant it.

His friends wished Mousse good night and he curled up in a much more comfortable bed than he’d ever slept in before and in a heated room for once. Yet he missed his own room, where if he positioned is head just right, he could hear Shampoo breathe in her sleep. He could feel his tears soaking into the pillow. Yes his body hurt, but it would heal. But his heart wouldn’t so easily.

“Sleep in my room, Ken” Ukyo suggested as they walked towards the living room.

He smiled at the nickname and decided he liked her calling him that; people in America used to call him that. “Mouse will hear. Besides, we should buy some condoms before we make love again, I’m already worried about earlier” he replied.

Ukyo helped him make up the couch, and then tucked him in. “Relax Sugar, I am a couple days away from my period and should be fine. Good night Mr. Kobayashi” she said and surprised him by giving him a deep kiss.

“Keep that up Mrs. Kobayashi and neither of us will get any sleep” he whispered. “Thanks for letting Mousse stay”

“My pleasure Sugar,” Ukyo said and turned off the lights, leaving both boys lying awake in the darkness of the apartment, reflecting on separate girls; while she slept the sleep of the sexually sated for once.