The Proposal

I can practically feel her arousal as she walks through the night towards the Neko Hanten. It’s hard to believe that people think her to be made of ice, little to they know that in reality she’s all fire and red hot with desire. Only I know these things and I’m not telling a soul.

I open the door and she glides in wearing her deceptively innocent little school girl uniform, a joke on her well developed thin woman’s body. We don’t bother to talk, that isn’t what we’re about. I have what she needs and she has come to seek it again. I can tell from the expression on her face that she’s like a cat in heat and I’m her prey. Wordlessly I led her into the stockroom with its dusty shelves, glad that I slipped sleeping powder into Shampoo’s and Cologne’s food. I certainly don’t want to risk waking them and losing any chance I have with Shampoo for lust alone. She leans against a shelf and looks at me in the darkness; I can make out her customary smirk and long to quell it. I can smell female arousal. Without asking, I reach under her skirt and pull her panties down those incredibly long legs. She seems surprised by my boldness; she likes to believe that she’s in charge of our encounters. I slip a finger inside her, loving her gasp as I finger her. She’s already dripping wet for me, I push down my pants and lift her to me. She groans when I thrust myself up inside her, she’s hot, slick and just as tight as the day I first fucked her.

How is it that I, the guy everyone mocks has suddenly become the personal sex toy to a Tendo girl? Easy, happenstance is a nice way of saying it, the other way is shit happens.

I was in a shitty mood because Shampoo had asked me to deliver a heart shaped box of chocolates to Ranma for the western holiday, Valentine’s Day. It was a new low even for me having to assist the woman of my dreams in the pursuit of another man. So I was pretty steamed when I got to the Tendo household, especially when the motherfucker wasn’t even home. There was no one there except HER, they were all visiting Ranma’s mother and she’d stayed home to work on a project, but ended up drinking her father’s sake. I was surprised when she invited me in and offered me a drink; I guess some people don’t like drinking alone. It was weird hanging out with a drunken chick who’d never had the time of day for me before. I gulped my own drink in anger and she starting admitting her own bitterness that the guy she liked was hot for her sister. We bonded in a drunken way over our disappointment with the objects of our affections. Imagine my surprise to find out that the girl everyone says has no emotions has a hardon for that idiot Kuno. To each their own, I guess.

The more we drank, the more bitter we became and I noticed that she didn’t seem to be wearing anything under her robe, at first she kept on tugging at it but she stopped bothering as she became progressively more drunk. It kept revealing more as time went on until her cleavage was mostly exposed and her long legs. Feeling bolder then I ever had in my life; I walked over to her and undid her robe. Staring in her eyes, I pushed it off of her and then we were kissing. She half protested as I lay her on the table, she quickly stopped as I suckled on her sensitive nipples. Then I moved down her body to the uncharted territory between her legs. I quickly discover that I loved giving oral and ate her greedily; swallowing her sweet, sweet honey each time she spent. I bet that no one has every seen her like that, her face flush and her legs spread to reveal her glistening secret flesh. Her moans were so loud I thought she would alert her neighbours as to our activities. . Pulling down my pants,I placed my hard cock at her entrance and looked questioningly into her face as I pushed forward just slightly. When she didn’t stop me, I shoved myself into her, tearing through the hymen that I didn’t know she had as I lost my own virginity to her. She shrieked at this, and then began to buck against me when she came in a flood a few seconds later. She clawed and snarled while we fucked at a frenzied pace; it was marvelous! Perhaps pent up from years of rejection, I fucked her no less then three more times until both of us were too sore to continue. Neither one of us said anything during this time, perhaps afraid that reality would stop us. Luckily nothing was born from that night and she soon went on the pill after that. Afterwards I turned to her and said “I have a proposition for you, I can offer you this anytime with no strings attached” she agreed and that’s how it began.

I thought that I would feel bad for betraying Shampoo, but it seemed that my body felt that one had nothing to do with the other. I continued to pursue her just as ardently at before except I now had two girls in my life, one who got my heart and the other my seed. On her part she feels the same; she’s a physically demanding lover whose sex drive is through the roof. I'm sometimes hard pressed to arrange places for us to be alone together; I’ve had her in room as her family slept, on the roof of her house, the dojo and even in a park a couple times. Gods she’s a horny girl, I can barely keep up with her sometimes, the Ice Princess my ass.

Well getting back to the present, I’m fucking her hell bent for leather while a shelf digs into her back and she loves it! The only thing muffling her moans of passion are my lips. I hiss as she tightened around me to the point that it almost hurt, she likes branding me with scratches on my back as if to tease me for wearing a white robe all the time. I respond by pounding into her and lightly biting her lower lip to show that I mean business. She gasps in orgasm and pounds back at me, as if it was her fucking me and not the other way around. I grip her shaking body to me and hammer myself into her until I burst into her liquid heat, coating her slick depths with my seed. This triggers a final one in her. She was panting as I lowered her back to the floor and eased her dress down. My legs feel like rubber, I work out a lot and am very fit, yet having sex with her kills me!

“You okay duck boy?” she asks with a smirk, back in her public character; no one but me has ever seen how her face softens during our ‘love making’

“I’m fine, how about you Nabiki?” I asked.

“I’m fine for now, until the next time” she said and causally strolled off into the night without even saying goodbye, my importance suddenly reduced now that she’s satisfied.

I leaned down and wiped up a couple drops of cum that leaked out of her and wonder when my crazy, wanton lover will need to fuck again, her passions running hot at being denied who she actually wants. Until she gets him, I don’t mind. I, myself understand rejection. Besides they say that misery loves company and we have lots of misery to explore and experiment with.