Of Panties and Thunderstorms

Of Panties and Thunderstorms


Summary: Ranma was turning into Happosai (heh heh)


Ranma stood in the dojo heaving, sweat pouring down his face. His workout session had been intense, invigorating but not as mind-numbing as he had hoped. He had been hoping to erase those memories out of his head. A lot of little things really, but together one big weight in his pants.

Akane taking the clothes off the line, the wind lightly blowing her skirt up. A teasing glimpse of pink lace-edged panties curving sweetly over her ass....

Akane on her tiptoes, reaching for something on the top shelf, stretched out with her breasts straining against her shirt, short skirt flaring out (little purple kitties waving at him from a white background) making his mouth water.....

Akane on her knees reaching under her bed for the pencil that had rolled there. Her butt up in the air and she was making little grunting noises in her efforts. Her shorts were molded to her and he could see the outline of her panties and the flesh they couldn’t contain.....

Akane stretched out on the couch asleep. Her miniskirt riding high (giving him a tantalizing view of midnight curls peeking out of a silky peach covering) and her tank top revealing the shadowy crevasse between her breasts. She murmured his name and her nipples had hardened. He had run....

Straight to the bathroom, where once more he had beat off, the image burned onto his eyeballs. He had come hard and fast, his knees weak, sweat popping out on his forehead........

He couldn’t take much more of this. Those panties would be the end of him. Especially the light blue lacy ones that made her cheeks look like they were two melons under pressure straining to get out. He would set them free taking the scrap of material as payment for a job well done. He groaned wistfully then shook his head, disgusted. Damn it, he was turning into Happosai!

The thunder and lightning jerked him from his reverie. He headed for the bathroom, suddenly tired.


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Thirty minutes later........


He was relaxing in the water when the soft sound of someone weeping reached his ears. It was coming from the outer room. The door was cracked and he peeked in.

It was Akane. She was curled up with her head on her knees. He got up and wrapped a towel around his waist.

“Akane? What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” He walked in and kneeled in front of her. He did his best to ignore the fact that her nightshirt was almost up to her hips. He gulped hard. Her panties (lilac with little flowers) were tight against her sex, outlining her nether lips. She sniffled and said, “I’m sorry if I disturbed you, Ranma. It’s just that between the weather and the anniversary of my mother’s passing...

“It’s okay. Come here.” He lifted her off the seat and carried her into the bathing area, closing the door behind him. He sat on the edge of the furo and hugged her close. She buried her face in his neck and threw her arms around him, tears falling on his bare chest. He crooned to her, unsure of what else to do, rubbing her back.

He didn’t like seeing her cry but he thought it best to let her finish. Yet the smell of her hair and her breasts on him were not having the most platonic effect on him. Let’s not even talk about the panties (flowers, flowers everywhere). His nature was rising and this steamy room wasn’t helping him keep his cool at all.

After a few minutes, the flood turned into a hiccup and a couple of sniffs. He handed her a napkin and she blew her nose. “Feel better?” She nodded. “Thank you.”

He sighed, and his penis jumped. She sat up and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Ranma, what was that?”

Oh shit! “Nothing Akane.” She hadn’t helped matters, he was even harder now.

She leaned over and looked at the floor. Something had tapped her on her butt. “Ranma, don’t nothing me! I just felt something move underneath me and there is nothing on the floor.” She shifted again, making him grunt softly. He tried to dislodge her but she held on tighter, making his penis jump again.

“Aah!” She pushed into him and they fell back into the water. He came up sputtering, her on top. “What did you do that for?” “Something touched me!” She was looking all around with wide eyes. “Calm down Akane.” “No, Ranma! I felt-“ He put a hand on each side of her face and made her look at him. “ Akane calm down, okay? Just relax. It was me.” She looked at him for the first time and frowned. “ It was you? But your hands were on my-”

Ranma let out a long sigh. Why me? What have I done in my former life to be cursed with such luck? All I did was try to comfort her and look. She looked at him expectantly, a cross between anger and curiosity. She didn’t even notice that she was straddling him, but he did. The wet nightgown, now transparent, clung to her body , torturing him. Her dusky pink nipples were straining against the fabric. Nope, no luck at all. Not a damn lick.

“Akane, give me your hand.” She frowned but she reached out and he put it on his member, sighing in pleasure. She jerked it back and blushed. “Hentai!” She struck out and he caught her hand. She used her other hand and he caught that one too and pushed them behind her back, crowding her. “RANM-“

“Shut up!” She blinked, mouth hanging open. It wasn’t what he said, so much as the tone of voice and expression on his face. It had been in intense and low, commanding and raspy. His eyes were hooded and they gleamed in the light. “Just.....shut....up.”

She held his gaze for a moment then lowered her gaze, suddenly nervous. Only to blush deeper. His penis was in between her thighs, standing at attention. He laughed gently and it jerked up. Her eyes flew back up to his lips which were curled in a mocking smile.

“Curious, are we?” He pulled her closer till she was flush up against him, her soaked panties rubbing softly against the back of his member, hot against his flesh. He whispered in her ear, “Is that better?” and she shivered. He felt her nipples brush against his chest. He let go of her hands and slid his down to her ass, squeezing her gently. Her breath caught in her throat. She shifted as if to get up but he pulled her tighter to him and she squeaked.

That soft laugh again. “You want me to let you go?” She stiltedly nodded her head. “Then ya gotta kiss me first, baby.” He squeezed her cheeks again and nibbled on her ear. She shuddered and pulled back, giving him a peck on the cheek. “Cute.” His voice was a soft taunting drawl. “ Exactly what I expect from a tomboy. Now if Shampoo was here she wou-”

Cute? Tomboy? That bitch outdo her? “Shut up!” She whispered this against his mouth. “Just...shut...up.” His lips curled up into a smirk, his chest shaking with laughter. She pressed her lips against his shyly. He groaned at the softness of them. He kissed her back a little harder, taking control.

She was lost in feeling when he bit her bottom lip. She gasped and he stuck his tongue into her mouth, tasting her.....savoring her. She moaned in her throat and he pulled back, a sly smile curling his lips. Her eyes were closed and her lips were puffy and moist. He wanted her bad but he didn’t want her first time to be on the bathroom floor.

“Akane.” He patted her butt gently and her eyes popped open, slightly unfocused. “Akane, go to bed.” His voice was like hot velvet. “But Ranma-” “You have a choice. You can go to bed like a good little girl or you can get fucked on the floor right now. Either way I will have you.”

Her eyes widened and she leaned forward, her breasts brushing his face as he gave her a “helping hand.” She stepped into the other room and closed the door. He could hear her squeezing the water out of her nightshirt. He smiled wryly.

He’d had her right where he wanted her and he’d made her leave. Baka! Yet he wanted to her first time to be special and meaningful. He heard the outer door close. She was gone. Good. Now he could relieve himself.