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Blind Date	By : PurseMonger Category: +M to R > Ranma ½ Views: 8567 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Make a right in 100 feet.”

“Right, you fucking moron, the GPS said RIGHT. You’re turning left!” Ranma screamed.

“What? I am?” Ryoga said in confusion as they went through the intersection.

“Yes, you idiot. Don’t you know your left from your right?”

“Of course I do!”

“Just make a damn u-turn at the next street. You can handle that much, can’t you?”

Ryoga just glared and gripped the wheel tightly in frustration.

“Why did I think it was a good idea to let you drive, anyways? I must have been insane.”

“Because I’m the only one with access to a car!”

“Well you should have let me drive!”

“Why? It’s my car you damn ingrate! Next time you can walk!”

“Well, I’d probably get there faster with how often you’ve taken a wrong turn. Damn it! Get in the left lane, you have to make a u-turn remember?”

“Yeah, yeah!”

“Left, you idiot!” Ranma screamed again with his arms waving in the air as he pointed vigorously.

After Ryoga finally managed to make the u-turn, the pig-tailed man banged his head against the back of his seat.

“Damn, Ukyo, I feel bad for you,” Ranma said from the front seat, his voice full of pity.

“Why?” the chef asked from the back row, not knowing why she was being addressed so suddenly.

“Because with his lousy sense of direction, I’m surprised he can find where to stick his dick when…Fuck!” Ranma exclaimed as he was punched in the arm and unable to finish his sentence. That hurt.

“Shut the hell up!” Ryoga bellowed, his face red in embarrassment, his hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, and his shoulders hunched.

In the back, Ukyo, Akane, and Ranko started laughing.

“Oh don’t worry, sugar, he knows exactly where to go and what to do in that department,” the chef said reassuringly as she leaned forward to run her hand down her boyfriend’s arm in comfort.

The fanged man only cleared his throat in response, and if possible, turned redder. Her praise made his ego swell and he loved how affectionate she was, but it always flustered him when she was so demonstrative with her feelings in public. He just never knew how to respond.

The group had met up early in the morning at Ryoga’s house. He was able to borrow his parents’ car for the day and offered to drive everyone to the beach so they could be more comfortable for the duration of the trip and stop whenever they needed to. The car wasn’t very big but it had a trunk for them to store all their various things, instead of lugging them onto a train, and they all had a seat, which wasn’t a guarantee when you used the subway. When they were loading the car, Ranma had offered to sit in the back so Ukyo could take the front passenger seat, but she declined as it would be a more comfortable trip for everyone if she sat with the other two girls. Akane had ended up in the middle seat since Ukyo and Ranko had only met for the first time that morning.

Since then the girls were treated to quite the show from the two men in front as they bickered about directions and driving speed; Ryoga driving way too slowly for Ranma’s taste. Akane found the entire thing hilarious. The two acted like an old married couple. She couldn’t really blame Ranma for getting frustrated though, as Ryoga had taken an inordinate amount of wrong turns for someone using GPS. She, on the other hand, was having fun and in no hurry to get to their destination.

The men grew silent as one tried to get over his embarrassment and the other sulked. The blue-haired woman tried not to laugh out loud at their reactions.

Turning to her right, she asked Ranko, “Are they always like this?”

“Oh, you have no idea.” The redhead said with an eye roll. “This is actually reasonable for those two imbeciles.”

“Hey!” came two indignant responses from the front.

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By the time they got to the beach, they had only taken about ten other wrong turns which, while annoying to Ranma, didn’t add much time to their drive. They ended up finding a spot on the beach and set out their various personal items. Ryoga set out two umbrellas he had packed for everyone’s use, along with two wide picnic blankets in lieu of beach towels, and looked around. It was still early and they were one of the few people on the beach and he hoped it stayed that way.

The girls had already stripped down to their bathing suits. He eyed his girlfriend appreciatively as she was standing there in a high-cut blue bikini. The bottoms barely covering her bottom and the sides were nothing more than two small pieces of strings tied together. The top consisted only of two triangle pieces that were connected by two small strings, one wrapping around her torso and then tying at her back, the other wrapped around her neck. She had braided her hair, with the plait lying over one shoulder, so he could see every bare inch of skin.

“So what does everyone want to do first?” he asked the group at large once he drew his gaze away from her. He had already pulled off his t-shirt and was only wearing his brown swim trunks covered with yellow flowers.

“Well, I’m still not fully awake yet, so I could go for an iced coffee,” the chef answered with a small yawn.

Over the last couple of years she had become addicted to the glorious feeling of caffeine pumping through her veins and now found it hard to stay alert without a few doses in the morning. While she normally liked her hit piping hot, it was already warm at the beach and something cold sounded like the perfect thing.

“That sounds pretty good, I’ll come with you. There’s a pretty good coffee shop on the pier,” Ranko said, pointing at the long wooden structure a short distance away. She was wearing a teal monokini that left the sides of her stomach bare and had pulled a white terry cloth cover up over it, the tube top style giving peaks of the vibrant color underneath.

“Great, I’ll come with you guys,” Ryoga said.

“How about you Akane, wanna come with?” the chef asked her best-friend.

“I think I’ll stay here and just lay out a little,” the blue-haired girl replied as she finished taking off her board shorts. She knelt on her knees and pulled her tote towards her and dug around for her sunblock before folding her top neatly inside. It had been so long since she had gone to the beach that she was looking forward to just laying down with the sun warming her skin.

“How ‘bout you Ranma, wanna come?” Ranko asked her brother.

The pig-tailed man started at the sound of his name. He had been quite distracted by the youngest Tendo, who had just unknowingly given him a little show.

She had worn a racerback tank top with the tiny-tiniest board shorts he had ever seen. As soon as they decided on a spot, he had sat down on his chair and looked over to see her pulling at the hem of her shirt. He got a tiny glimpse of the smooth soft skin on her stomach and suddenly couldn’t take his eyes off her. In what seemed to him like slow motion, she pulled off her tank to reveal a red bikini top. The bandeau style top twisted in the center and had small straps that wrapped around her neck. The back consisted only of a thin strip of material running around her ribcage. Although the cut was modest, he still got a view of her generous breasts, which bounced slightly as she shook her tank top out. His eyes ran down the length of her to eye the toned flat belly.

He intended to turn away from her but when she unbuttoned the top of her shorts and pulled apart the teeny tiny – did he mention how short her shorts were? – piece of Velcro holding her bottom he was unable to tear his eyes away. He gulped when she began to shimmy her way out of the tight shorts she was wearing. She had to wiggle her hips a couple of times and bend over slightly to pull them off her feet. The bottoms barely covered her butt and the sides were no more than a series of three thin strips of material. Using her index fingers she adjusted the bottoms before she got on her knees and bent over to get her bag.

Lord help him.

He wanted so badly to just reach out and run his hands over her ass but fisted them together instead. He knew he was staring at her but he was trying not to be obvious about it. He knew he should stop but it was really hard when presented with such a voluptuous woman. Speaking of hard…

He had just shifted from sitting Indian style to sitting with his legs bent at an angle in front of him. He rested his arms on his knees - he did not need anyone to notice the bulge in his board shorts – when his sister called his name. He tried to get his blood flowing more north so he could figure out what she was asking. Something about coffee he thought.

“Huh? Umm. I’m just gonna stay here,” he said in what he thought was a casual tone.

“Riiigghht,” the redhead said, not having missed the way her brother had been staring at her blue-haired friend.

It was obvious that they were attracted to each other and she wished that at least one of them would make a move. She knew her brother better than anyone and thought that being with a girl like Akane – who was more than just a pretty face – would be good for him. Unlike the girls he normally dated - and she used the term loosely- Akane would help him grow up and actually be there to support him, unlike those airheads he normally preferred. And she knew that while he was a player, once he finally settled down, he would be completely committed to the woman he chose. He would do everything in his power to make her happy and keep her that way. She couldn’t help but wish it was the blue-haired girl she had grown so fond of.

“Before you go, can you or Ukyo put some sunblock on my back?” Akane asked, holding up her bottle of sunblock.

Ranko was just about to reach for it when the chef interrupted the two other girls.

“Actually, sugar, I’m really jonesing for some caffeine. Why don’t you have Ranma help you?” she said, grabbing the tube and throwing it at him.

“Oh yeah sure,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Great! Let’s go, Ranko,” she said, practically dragging the redhead behind her in her haste to leave the pair alone.

The three walked away and Akane rolled onto her stomach. She hesitated a moment, not knowing whether or not to undo her straps. She hated having unnecessary tan lines and always laid out with them off when she could. She’d never had a guy she wasn’t dating applying the sunblock for her, she usually had her girlfriend’s do that for her.

But she trusted Ranma and knew he wasn’t going to try to take advantage of the situation to feel her up. Plus she had been thinking of his hands on her body ever since she saw him shirtless in her backyard. So now she could live out the fantasy.

No! Bad Akane!

That line of thought wasn’t going to help her in her current situation. She closed her eyes and decided to go for it. She reached back and slowly undid the back of her top, glad she was facing down so that he couldn’t see the blush on her cheeks.

To Ranma’s surprise, the blue-haired girl reached behind her and undid the back strap of her swimsuit and let it fall to her sides before reaching behind her neck to do the same. Ranma gulped hard.

The girl that had been staring in his x-rated fantasies was lying there practically naked in front of him. He could see all the creamy skin of her back, not to mention the side swell of her generous breasts visible when put her hands together in front of her and put her head down. His fingers twitched at the thought of touching all the smooth silky skin.

He took a deep breath and squeezed his hands tightly as he tried to get his hormones in check, not realizing he was still holding the sunblock. The top popped off at the sudden pressure and he found his hand covered in the creamy white substance.

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Ranko had barely waited until they were out of earshot before she turned her head to spy on her brother and her friend. She’d never seen him look so flustered over something as simple as putting sunblock on a girl’s back. Her eyebrow rose when she saw him slowly, methodically rubbing the sunscreen onto Akane’s back, obviously enjoying himself.

She turned around and asked bluntly, “So, Ukyo, you trying to set them up?”

“Umm…” the chef said in response, surprised at the sudden question. “Was I that obvious?”

“Yes, but probably just to me. Those two are so far in denial about their feelings, they can’t see what’s in front of their faces.”

“Huh? What are you two talking about?” Ryoga asked as he strolled between the two women.

“Ranma and Akane,” his girlfriend said sweetly as she put her hand in his.

“What about them?” he asked

“Well, they obviously like each other. At least, it’s obvious she likes him, but I don’t know how he feels about her.”

“Oh, he’s into her alright,” Ranko added, thinking about what she just saw.

The chef, glad to have confirmation on Ranma’s feelings, nodded with a smile.

“Haven’t you noticed?” she asked the fanged man.

“Of course I did,” he said confidently.

He hadn’t.

“I’ll be right back,” the redhead said suddenly as she dashed off, heading towards a booth with a cute display of beach accessories.

Ryoga angled himself so that he could talk to Ukyo face to face and keep Ranko in sight.

“So,” the chef continued, “What do you think we should do?”

“Do?”

“Yeah, do. Should we talk to them? Try setting them up on another date?”

The fanged man rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. Talk to Ranma about his feelings? He’d rather have a root canal.

“I dunno,” he replied. “I think…I think we should let them figure it out.”

“Well, what if they never do?”

“Then we…I…” he trailed off.

Ukyo looked at her boyfriend, confused as to why he was suddenly distracted. She looked over her shoulder to see Ranko talking to two guys in flip flops and swim trunks. An uneasy feeling rose with in her.

“So, are you going to talk to him?” she pressed, stepping into his eye-line and trying to get his attention back on her.

“Hmm…what?” he answered distractedly.

“Ranma, are you going to talk to him?” she asked again.

“Do you think I should go over there and get rid of those guys?” he asked, completely ignoring her question.

“Why? She’s a big girl and can take care of herself,” the chef asked through gritted teeth.

Ukyo was used to having Ryoga’s undivided attention when they were together. He never so much as looked at another girl when they were out, something she truly appreciated. And now he was ignoring her while his entire focus was on the beautiful redhead. Worse, he was trying to get other guys to stop talking to her. She could only think of one reason he would be so interested in the Saotome girl’s love life and she didn’t like it at all.

“Well, they look like they could be trouble,” he said, his eyes never leaving the red-head.

Fed up with being ignored, she asked bluntly, “Are you jealous?”

To her surprise, Ryoga laughed. He was actually laughing at her. Ukyo narrowed her eyes as she seethed. She jerked her hand away from his and started to walk away.

Confused to why she was suddenly leaving, the fanged man reached out for her hand. She jerked away from him.

“Don’t touch me,” she said coldly.

Her tone finally got through and he shifted his entire attention on her. The blazing look in her eyes had any remaining laughter dying instantly. He gulped and his brain frantically worked to figure out why she was so upset.

Having him only stare at her dumbly only increased her irritation. She turned away from him again, intending to go back to get her things and take the train back home. At the moment, all she wanted was to be as far away from him as possible.

Not wanting to risk her anger by grabbing at her again, he simply called out, “Wait. Please.”

“Why? So you can laugh at me some more?”

“What?”

Why did it seem he kept asking that today? He shook his head as he tried to focus.

“I wasn’t laughing at you. I was laughing at the idea that I’d be jealous over Ranko. That I’d be interested in her at all.”

“Then why were you staring at her like that? Why are you so interested in who she’s talking to?”

“Because, she’s like my sister! I grew up with the Saotomes. You know Ranma is like a brother to me and Ranko was always there following us around. I’ve known her since I was like five. There is nothing between us but sibling affection. Dating her would be like…” he struggled to find something completely absurd, “like dating Ranma.”

As Ryoga seemed to go pale and gag a little at the idea, Ukyo dropped her hands and relaxed her shoulders as she took a step towards him. She had thought she had gotten over her ex-boyfriend’s betrayal but it looked like she still had some trust issues she had to work on.

“So you aren’t interested in her?”

“Not even a little bit.” He reached out tentatively, and was relieved that she was no longer avoiding his touch. He pulled her in close to him and wrapped his arms around her. “Sorry, I made you think that.” He didn’t think he did anything wrong but he hated she had felt bad because of him.

“No, I’m sorry for overreacting.” She wrapped her arms around his waist in turn and he began to stroke her back in comfort.

He chuckled. “You being jealous is kinda cute, actually.”

The chef smiled at him through her lashes and said sweetly, “Just remember you said that the next time I get jealous. And, sugar, don’t forget, I’m a chef and know exactly know how to use a knife to chop things up.” She gave him a peck on the cheek before she rested her head on his chest and wrapped her arms around his chest.

Ryoga cleared his throat and chuckled awkwardly as he shifted unconsciously as he felt his manhood suddenly seem to shrink back into his body in self-preservation.

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“Nice hat, Ranko. I like the sarong too,” Akane said when the trio came back.

The red head was now wearing a new straw fedora style hat with black trim and a new teal and black sarong over her black monokini. She was carrying a small paper bag in one hand that the blue-haired girl assumed held her pervious cover-up. The new look was a lot more stylish, adding a bit of sex appeal and spunk, which she thought fit the red-head perfectly.

“Thanks! I was so sick of this thing,” she said, waving the shopping bag around, “and there was this small stall with really cute stuff on display on the way to the coffee shop. Speaking of,” she said before handing Akane a plastic go cup. “I got you an iced latte and here’s a mocha for you,” she added handing a cup to her brother.

“Thank you,” the blue-haired girl said sincerely, touched that the redhead remembered her preferred drink.

“Thanks, Sis,” Ranma said as he grabbed his and somehow seemed to drink half the cup in one go.

“No prob,” she said in response. Pulling off her sarong and tucking it into her bag before securing her new hat over it, she grabbed her boogie board. “I’m going in the water, anyone wanna come?”

“Sure,” Ranma said as he quickly got up.

“We’ll join you,” Ukyo said as Ryoga put out a hand to help her up.

“You guys have fun, I’m just going to hang out here a little bit longer and finish my drink,” Akane said easily. She pulled out a book to read as the rest of the group went towards the water.

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When Ranma looked over half an hour later, he noticed that the youngest Tendo had not moved from her spot. He had been hoping she would join them for some time now but the girl had stubbornly remained planted on the towel.

Despite his best intentions, he kept thinking about applying that suntan lotion on her back. When he started he was surprised to find that her skin actually felt smoother than it looked. All he had wanted to do was keep touching her, so he drew the task out and slowly rubbed his hands all over her back. He worried that she might wonder what was taking him so long and if he should go at a normal speed, but he when he started to knead her tight shoulders, she let out these small breathy moans that seemed to shoot straight to his groin and there was no way he was gonna stop until he covered every inch of skin she allowed him to touch. He only adjusted himself slightly so his erection wasn’t visible, thankful that his shorts were loose, and continued on.

He was glad he was currently standing waist deep in cold water because even just thinking of it now gave him another hard on. He’d never gotten so stiff so easily over a girl in his life. He was a little embarrassed over it actually and felt like he was turning into a pervert but resigned himself to another fitful night full of hot sweaty dreams of Akane.

He gave himself another moment before he walked out of the ocean, determined to get the blue-haired girl in the water.

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It may have looked like Akane was focused on her book but her attention was firmly on the Saotome male as he approached her. His entire body glistened with salt water as he moved through the sand. He shook his head and beads of water seemed to hover around him as they sparkled in the sun. His shorts - which were a simple black with a white stallion printed on the left leg – hung low on his body, showing off washboard abs and teasing at what lay underneath.

She gulped and wished she hadn’t finished her coffee already, so she could have something to cool her down. She hastily turned a page in her book to keep up the illusion she was reading but behind the Aviators she was wearing her eyes were fixated on his body. She rubbed her thighs together slightly as her body reacted to the enticing sight.

She couldn’t forget the way his hands felt on her earlier. What started out as a simple rubbing of sunblock turned into a wonderful massage. She had been right, his hands were amazing. He seemed to know just the right amount of pressure he needed to use to turn her body into putty under his hands. She had tried to stop herself from moaning in pleasure by biting her lip but his ministrations had felt so good she couldn’t keep it in. She wanted to ask him to do her entire body but knew that was inappropriate since they were friends. In a public place no less.

“Hey, ‘kane. Aren’t you gonna join us?” he asked curiously.

“Oh, not just yet, I’ve just gotten to a really good part in this book,” she replied easily.

“You can read that anytime! We’re at the beach, you gotta come into the water.”

“I will later.”

“Come on, let’s go now.”

“Later!” she said with a laugh.

“Geez, with the way you’re acting I’m gonna think you don’t know how to swim. You do know how to swim, don’tcha?” he asked teasingly.

Ranma was trying to rile her into coming out. He meant the comment as a joke but paused when he noticed her smile falter and her hand go to tuck a strand behind her ear. A gesture he knew she only did when she was nervous about something.

“Wait, that’s it. You don’t know how to swim, do you?” he asked curiously.

“I…I know how to swim,” she stuttered.

It was mortifying. A grown woman – who was an athlete and excelled in a variety of sports – who couldn’t swim. She hated the fact. It was her own damn fault too. She had nearly drowned when she was a child and had been averse to swimming ever since. Her father had signed her up for numerous swim lessons after but she always found excuses for skipping them before he resigned himself to the fact that she would learn when she was ready. She had since successfully avoided going into the water and had rarely came into a situation where someone guessed the truth and no one had guessed it so quickly. She didn’t even know if Ukyo knew the truth.

Ranma looked at the obviously flustered and embarrassed blue-haired girl and softened inside. He hated admitting he couldn’t do something and was sure that she was feeling that same way herself. He suddenly felt a little bad for his offhanded joke. He suddenly came up with an idea that would make up for his bad joke and get her into the water.

“How about I teach you?”

“You? You’re going to teach me,” she asked doubtfully.

“Yeah, why not? I was on the swim team in high school, taught swim lessons to little kids, and was a lifeguard at the local pool for two summers. Heck, I could probably swim all the way to China if I wanted to,” he said proudly.

Akane rolled her eyes at the idea but gave his offer some serious thought. She really did want to learn how to swim but she wished they were in a more controlled environment as the ocean still scared her.

“Maybe a little later, okay?” she finally answered evasively.

Ranma scratched the back of his head as he eyed the beach then the girl before him. If she really didn’t want to go into the water, then there wasn’t much he could do. With a sigh, he gave her a resigned shoulder shrug.

Grateful that he wasn’t going to push the issue she smiled at him. Her eyes widened when suddenly he bent down and picked her up, throwing him over his shoulder as he ran towards the ocean.

“Rrraaannnnmmmmaaaa!!!!” she screamed in panic as he reached the water’s edge.

She closed her eyes fearfully as he hefted her up once again and tossed her straight into the air, scared that he was throwing her into the water so suddenly. She had a moment of slight relief when she felt a pair of arms catch her and pull her close to his chest before panic hit her again as she felt her body submerged in water. She wrapped her arms around his neck tightly as her eyes finally popped open and realized that Ranma was submerged into the water up to his neck, the tide occasionally splashing his face.

“Please, take me back in!” she pleaded, practically in tears.

“I will after you learn to swim.”

“Ranma, please! I don’t want to be out here.”

“You just gotta trust me, I ain’t gonna let anything bad happen to ya,” he said, trying to calm her down.

Ranma had no idea she was afraid of the water. He only thought that she was embarrassed by the fact that she couldn’t swim and didn’t want to be taught in front of her friends. If he had known she was scared, he would never had run with her into the water the way he did. He wondered what happened to make her so afraid.

“What’s wrong?” came a curious voice next to her.

Whipping her head to the side, Akane saw a wet redhead looking at her in concern.

“I can’t swim and Ranma won’t take me back in.”

“Bro!” she screamed in admonishment and smacked him on the head. In a calmer voice, she asked, “Why don’t you just walk back yourself?”

“We’re too far out! What if I slip and get pulled under?”

“Akane, take a deep breath and look at me.”

The blue-haired girl took a shuddering breath. Ranko waited until she got the scared girl’s attention on her before she stood up to show her that they were only waist deep in the water. Seeing this the youngest Tendo finally let go of the Saotome male and tried pushed him away from her. He let go of her legs, making sure she was steady before he let go. Akane glared at him and punched him on the shoulder.

“Ranma, you jerk!” she screamed before she walked away from him.

The pig-tailed man followed quickly after her, saying, “I’m sorry! I really am!”

They were soon out of earshot and Ranko could only just watch as her brother tried to reason with the girl. She had no idea what he said but he eventually managed to get her into the water of her own free will. The redhead only shook her head in amusement. He really did have a way with women.

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Still a little peeved, Akane asked, “You’re not going to let me go right?”

“I promise. I ain’t gonna let ‘nothing bad happen to you,” he repeated and asked, “Trust me, okay?”

The blue-haired girl nodded hesitantly, still not sure as to how he got her to agree to have him teach her to swim.

“Okay, now I want you to try floating on your back.”

Using his hands for support, he helped ease her on her back.

“Okay, now try to relax.” When her body seemed to stiffen, he added, “Take some deep breaths.” When her body finally relaxed she seemed to float for a moment before her body started to sink. Panicking, she trashed her arms for a moment before she stood up.

“See? I can’t even float!”

“Well, you just don’t got enough fat. You’ve got too much muscle to float easily. Why don’t we try it again but this time we’ll work on how to move your arms and legs. Let’s get you on your stomach.”

Much in the same way he helped her onto her back, he once again used his arms to help her move to her stomach.

“Great, now hold your breath before you stick your face in the water.”

“Oh, I’m not supposed to try to breathe underwater? I never knew that,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Ranma only grinned widely. He only liked her more because she never let him get away with anything.

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I’m swimming! I’m actually swimming! Akane thought to herself in excitement.

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Ranma watched in bemusement as Akane splashed around. It had taken him way longer than he thought, but she was finally able to move around the water unassisted. Though he had to admit that ‘swimming’ would be a generous description for what she was doing, it was more like a dog paddle. They’d had to have many more lessons before she could really swim, but this was progress.

The blue-haired beauty came out of the water and ran towards him with a blinding smile plastered on her face. It had been frustrating at times but knowing he made her that happy had been worth all the effort. When she reached him, she jumped up and down in front of him in excitement.

“Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” she exclaimed.

It took a lot of effort for him to keep his eyes on her face. She then threw her arms around him and hugged him, all the while still jumping up and down, her breasts rubbing against his bare chest.

Yup. Totally worth it.

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A/N: As often happens with my stories, this chapter went a lot longer than I had planned, so it had to be split in two. There was a little bit of everything in this chapter so I hope you enjoyed it. It was one of the funner ones to write.

Jeremy Harper - I hope that's enough fan service for you! ;P

Big thanks to alwaysZutarian for all her amazing beta reading skills.
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