(POV Blue) Blue Walks In

(POV Blue)

You were in an AMAZING mood!

Not only had you easily won your first Gym Badge, but so had Amber. Normally you wouldn’t care about Amber’s accomplishments. But this way you wouldn’t have to deal with Amber being all upset and moping.

It wasn’t like you were looking forward to seeing Amber’s joyful smile. Or listen to her excited voice as she recounts her Pokémon Battle and tells you about what she had been doing over the last few days with that MILF Melody.

It wasn’t as if you liked her or anything. Or were curious about what she had been doing over the last few days. She was just sexy and a good fuck.

Besides, hopefully now Amber would stop freaking out about, well everything. Excited playful Amber was a lot more fun to hang out with than stressed mopping Amber.

Which is why when you enter the Victor’s Lounge, and you see Amber sitting in the chair, her arms wrapped around her legs, face hidden and obviously upset over something you feel a mixture of confusion and anger.

What could she possibly have to be upset about!? She won her match, you both won. She should be as giddy as a child in a candy store. But here she was acting as if she had lost.

You feel the urge to yell and ask Amber ‘what’s the fucking problem’?? But you know that would be counterproductive to your desire to not deal with a crying emotional Amber. Instead, you quietly close the door behind you and take a moment to look around the room.

Amber and her Bulbasaur (what did she name the thing, Bell?) are the only ones you see in the room. The TV was on, showing a picture of Brock’s Pokémon Stadium. The announcer was talking about the next challenger, but you couldn’t be bothered to listen to the specifics. You glance at the wall and see bits of food stuck to it and that there is a broken plate and spilled food near-by. Something must have set off Amber, you just didn’t know what.

You take slow controlled breaths as you slowly walk over. She doesn’t seem to notice your approach, and you take the opportunity to take a closer look at her. She doesn’t appear to be crying, which is a plus. You really don’t feel like dealing with THAT right now. When you speak you make sure to keep your tone as neutral as possible and ask, “What’s wrong Amber?”

Amber looks up at you, slightly startled. “Oh, Blue. I didn’t hear you come in.” As she looks at you, you make a point to examine her face. She didn’t appear to be crying, so maybe it was just a girl thing, or a hormone thing, or a pregnant hormone thing? Fuck, maybe you shouldn’t have knocked her up if THIS is how she is going to act.

Amber interrupts your running thoughts as she answers your question. “Sorry, Mom just called, and we kind of got into a dumb fight.” She gives you a **** smile as she continues speaking, “Congrats on the win, I knew you could do it.” Of course you won; you WERE Blue after all. “I saw that you evolved Charmander into Chameleon. When did you manage that?”

“Yesterday…” Unlike Amber, you hadn’t decided taking part of an orgy the night before was a good idea. But you knew better than to bring that up. You weren't looking to start a fight. Maybe later you would us the topic to rile Amber up for some angry make up sex. But now didn't seem the time.

“Congrats yourself. I knew you could do it.” You were honestly surprised she won. It seems like Amber might not be as bad of a trainer as you thought. Or maybe Melody was actually a good teacher? You honestly aren’t sure which idea you find less believable.

Amber gives you a skeptical look, almost as if she knows you are lying. But she doesn’t call you on it. Instead, she stretches and stands up. “Well, I don’t know about you but I’m starving.” Amber then walks past you, making her way to a table full of food near the back wall.

You take a moment to admire Amber’s ass before following her to the table. Well, you were hungry and if she wanted to change the subject you weren’t going to press her. Besides, you had been separated from Amber, from your WIFE, for a few days. There were plenty of other things you could think of to discuss, to do, besides discuss that slut, Madison.

What to do, what to do…???