The Bargain

Nabiki Tendo dragged the unconscious Tatewaki Kuno by the collar of his shirt to the nurse’s office; taking charge of him after he’d been bested by Ranma or Akane as she often found herself doing. She wondered idly why Furinkan High had a nurse’s office where a nurse didn’t appear to work, forcing students to take care of each other. With ease born of lots of practice at the same task, she managed to maneuver the unconscious boy onto the futon and took up a silent vigil beside him. She checked his wounds and discovered them to be nothing more than, yet another lump on his granite hard head. She wondered sometimes why she felt compelled to take care of him when he was like this as she didn’t have a single maternal instinct in her whole body. Well, she reasoned, he was the richest guy in school and a complete hentai, ergo he was her best customer and therefore she did have a duty of care to protect her investment.

She studied the still unconscious boy before her, when he was silent like this; his natural good looks were displayed to an advantage. He had thick, rich dark hair that held auburn highlights and his eyes were dark and almond in shape. He was tall with wide shoulders and had a rock hard, chiseled body from years of Kendo training. He really was all that a girl could desire, rich, intelligent, handsome and athletically inclined; when he was unconscious that is. When he was awake he was all groping hands and a poetry spouting boob. ‘Such a shame’ she thought, examining his attractive features.

Then an idea struck her that would allow her to do some unheard of charity and get laid at the same time. Nabiki had a normal sexual appetite that she only indulged in when she travelled. She liked her reputation as being cold and calculating in her business dealings and in her personal life; therefore she didn’t date or have a boyfriend and she intended to keep it that way. However, sometimes she felt lonely and wished for someone who could take care of her sexual needs and who could keep his mouth shut.

The more she looked at Kuno, the more the idea seemed attractive to her. After all, not only did he have money and no prospect of ever dating outside of his being a coma, but he had a huge house that he shared only with their family Ninja, Sasuke, some servants and his indifferent sister, Kodachi. Meaning that no one was likely to find out they were sleeping together and if she blackmailed Kuno the right way, he wouldn’t dare open his mouth about their arrangement.

Smiling wickedly, she straddled the still unconscious boy’s hips and pressed her mouth again his. Tatewaki woke up to feel silky lips pressed against his own and the pressure of someone sitting on his hips. For a second, he was sure that this was a dream and moaned “Oh Tendo Akane, Oh Pigtailed Girl” and kissed the lips against his, they kissed him back.

“No even close Kuno-Baby” came the reply when the lips pulled away from his own. He was startled to see Nabiki Tendo straddling him.

“Nabiki Tendo, what’s the meaning of this!” he demanded, about to remove her from his person, when she rocked forward so that her crotch ground against his, causing him to groan.

“It’s simple Kuno-Baby, I have a proposal for you which I think would be beneficial to both of us”, she said grinding herself against him again to find his body already responding. At the suggestive pose that she was in and based on how she was rubbing herself against him, Tatewaki blushed “Nabiki Tendo, you have taken much of my money over the years, but there are some things I refuse to pay for” he said cautiously.

She was furious at the insult and replied to him “you’re not allowed to talk for now, that only gets you into trouble anyway. Kuno, you and your sister are both beautiful to behold and perhaps the most attractive pair of siblings in all of Nerima, but personality wise; you both leave a lot to be desired. I also believe that insanity may run in your family. You both latch onto people who don’t desire you and publically grope them, leading to public humiliation on both of your parts when they reject you time and time again. Not cool. You’re a virgin aren’t you?” she asked causally.

Kuno could feel his face flaming at the insult “Nabiki Tendo, how dare you....” he started, but she silenced him with another kiss and grind of her hips.

“Just nod yes or no” she said, holding her hand over his mouth. “Are you a virgin?” she asked again. With a shamefaced nod, Kuno admitted it. “Have you ever even kissed anyone before?” He nodded at this. “Who?” she asked curious.

“You just now” he replied miserably. Nabiki pondered the possibilities, the way he treated women smacked of inexperience all right. But she wasn’t planning on dating the guy, she was just thinking of a causal fling, mutually satisfying for both with no strings attached.

“I am offering the following, but you have to agree to my terms, I will come to your house and have sex with you at least once a week and in exchange: you leave the women you normally harass alone, including my sister and the pigtailed girl. You also have to stop with the poetry, it isn’t sexy at all. You also have to stop publically challenging people to fights in school. Also, stop wearing your Kendo uniform all the time; you have a school uniform, wear it. Finally, leave the wooden sword at practice and stop carrying it around; you look like a fool with that thing.”

“Why should I agree to this?” he demanded.

She parted his Keigoki (top) and started stroking his chest while she ground against his now fully erect cock, he moaned and ground back “I think you will because you want to have sex and so do I, it won’t cost you a dime, other then your silence and we can do anything you want. Besides, I have tons of experience to share and you have none” she said stroking his man nipples, eliciting a moan from the excited teenager. She got damp at the feeling of a hard male rubbing against her after so long. She leaned forward and kissed him again, slipping her tongue into his mouth. He froze and blushed when she did this. “So do we have a deal?” she purred. Kuno started rubbing himself against her harder, having never felt this before, he was drunk on the sensation. The feeling of her hands moving inside his clothes and stroking his chest intoxicated him. Nabiki smiled at how aroused he was and she began kissing the side of his neck. He clutched her around the waist, so that she was forced against him harder. They dry humped for a few minutes, all groping hands and hungry kisses. Then Nabiki abruptly stood up. She was starting to lose her cool; a few more minutes of this would lead to a quickie in the nurse’s office like hormone ridden teenager, rather than the hours spent in his large bed as she planned. “So do we have a deal?” she asked him more calmly then she sounded.

“So the deal is, that if I act completely different and dress completely different, then you will date with me?” he said getting himself under control, which was harder for him.

“No, we’ll fuck in any way and as often as we both want; there’s no dating involved and if you tell anyone about us, I shall happily tell them that Kuno The Stud is a virgin”

“I’ll try to be different” he said hesitatingly. “Okay, you have a deal”

“Wonderful, I’ll be by your place at four this afternoon. Don’t worry, I know where you live” she said giving him a devilish grin over her shoulder. Kuno went to his classes but could barely pay attention; he was too pumped about that afternoon and nervous at the same time.

Nabiki stood in front of the Kuno Mansion and rang the doorbell, it was answered by Sasuke, the house Ninja.

“Aw Miss Tendo” said the polite, bucktoothed little man with his bright obsequious smile “Master Kuno left instructions that you were to be shown up to his room when you arrived to study with him”

“Yes, he’s anxious to study with me alright, would you please show me the way” she requested and followed as Sasuke moved briskly ahead of her “Master Kuno, your study partner’s here” he announced and closed the door after her.

“Study partner?” she asked. Kuno stood before her wearing a dark grey mock turtle neck shirt, which did wonders for his chiseled torso and black jeans. ‘He’s already taking my advice when it comes to clothes” she thought with amusement. He also looked nervous, which was quite unlike the normally brash young man. ‘So it’s all an act’ she concluded. She herself was wearing a pair tight blue skinny jeans and a purple top. No one had to tell Nabiki that her rather full chest made her tiny waist look miniscule or that her long legs were her best feature or that her short, chocolate brown bob enhanced the slender column of her neck and made her large, dark eyes look bewitching. She already knew that.

“Well Kuno-Baby, shall we get started?” she suggested, getting rather tired of him just blushing and staring at her.

“How?” he said with a nervous gulp, feeling more stupid by the minute.

She walked up to him and pushed his shirt up, helping him take it off. Her mouth went dry at the powerful chest she uncovered. She explored it with her hands, caressing every dip and groove stopping at the top of his jeans, causing the nervous boy to moan. He removed her own top, practically salivating at the sight of her breasts almost swelling out of her pink lace bra. Pushing him back, she removed it and made him watch her as she did. She pressed her naked chest against his own and kissed him. In a blur, the rest of their clothes came off until they were both naked. Nabiki was surprised by how large he was, but liked that in a man. She cupped him in her hand, stroking him lightly. His loud moans told her he was too pent up to last very long, so she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. She fondled his balls as she took as much as she could of his meaty cock in her mouth and then fisted the rest, to begin moving them both in conjunction while she applied continual suction to his shaft and ran her tongue around his sensitive head. Until he exploded with a cry and she swallowed every drop.

Tatewaki couldn’t believe how good his first blow job was; he put his hands on top of her head and stroked her soft hair while she gave him the most pleasure that he had ever experience in his life. The sensation just seemed to build as she teased him, until he came into her throat. He looked at her with wild eyes after, “Nabiki” he said in a strangled voice.

She just led him to his bed and pushed him onto it. Taking his hands, she showed him how to pleasure a woman and was surprised by how fast he picked it up, until it was her turn to writhe at his touch.

He leaned over her and said “I want to try to pleasure you the way you did me” and moved down her body to the thatch of dark brown hair at the top of her thighs and carefully spread her legs. He began to worship her there; what his oral technique lacked in experienced, he made up for in enthusiasm. His tongue was a whirlwind of carnal delights that swept her up and made her peak with a cry of bliss. She looked at him with surprised eyes, for a virgin he was awfully good.

She rolled him onto his back to mount him like before, only there were no clothes separating them this time, just hot wet bare heat. She looked hungrily down at him; she was practically throbbing with need for him. “Nabiki, what about a condom?” he asked, gasping out his last rational thought as he felt her moist entrance rub again the head of his penis. He moaned as she teased him by easing just an inch inside her.

She lowered her head inches from his own and whispered “Relax, I’ve got you covered. I’m on the pill” she promised and leaned back up and slowly eased herself onto his cock, until she was fully impaled upon him. She reveled at being so well filled, his bulk stretching her sheath the way it never had been before. Tatewaki was in heaven to feel himself surrounded by hot liquid velvet and moved within that hot pussy, every stroke like a caress. He so badly wanted to rut her, but instead let her set the pace and picked up her rhythm. At first the strokes were slow, intending to tease the other and make them experience every nuance of what they had to offer them. Then gradually the tempo increased, heightening the desire in both, until Nabiki exploded around Tatewaki with sharp cry. He leaned up and kissed her, then moved them so that she was underneath him. He started to rut her for real, taking her the way he had suppressed earlier. Nabiki bucked her hips in time with his, until their bodies were taunt with need to release and a sheen of sweat covered them. “Kuno, I’m going to.....” she started but the rest of her thought was drowned by the roar of their mutual orgasms crashing together.

When Kuno could move again, he leaned back and swiped at his now unruly hair “Nabiki that was....” he began but couldn’t think of a single poetic thing to say for once. His mind was too busy being happily sated and didn’t want to have to deal with his nonsense, so it shut down.

“It certainly was” she agreed. She’d just had some of the best sex she’d ever with Kuno, the virgin; ex-virgin she reminded herself. ‘Now with more experience and a little more training he would get even better!’ she thought happily, praising herself for thinking of this idea.

Kuno got up and cleaned himself up and then pulled out the suit he had planned to wear that night. Nabiki borrowed his washroom then dressed herself. She watched curious while he put on a suit and tie and slicked his hair back with gel. “Are you going somewhere?” she asked.

“No we dress for dinner in this house” he explained. “Thank you Nabiki. Sasuke will show you out” he said.

Nabiki wasn’t worried about the cold dismissal and allowed herself to be lead towards the door. She paused in the doorway of the dining hall and watched as Kuno took the head of the table at an ornate western style table designed for about sixteen people. While Kodachi sat the foot of the table dressed in an expensive gown with her hair in an elaborate up do. The table was groaning with food, yet there was only the two of them there and they were as silent and still as beautiful mannequins while they ate. Nabiki started walking again, the scene she had witnessed disturbed her. She compared her bustling, family dinners with their usual barely restrained chaos, to this quiet, dignified display of wealth and taste and felt sad for Kuno. He had looked so lonely sitting there by himself with no one to talk to.