A New Face

The new trainer has short black hair and a green shirt, and glasses, and he's hiding behind a tree. Does he think you can't see him?

You approach slowly, feeling a bit silly. Shouldn't he be hunting you down and challenging you? Isn't that sort of the point of being a trainer? Instead, he's hiding, and somehow it feels like you have to not scare him off.

...Maybe he's just trying to ambush you, and if you just walked past the tree, he'd leap out and issue a challenge?

Regardless, you walk right up to him and do your best to make a good impression. "Hi!" you say. "I'm Hazel, from Pallet Town! No badges yet! This is my second day! Great to meet a fellow trainer!" You thrust out your chest just a little to show off your boobs properly.

The poor boy looks awkward. "Um," he says. "Gary, from Pewter City. One badge?" He finishes typing something on his phone and puts it back in his pocket. "Um. Pleased to meet you?" He offers a handshake.

"So what brings you to Route One, Gary?" you ask. Is he going to challenge you, or what?

"Um," he says awkwardly. "L-looking for you, actually. My friends and I, we sort of have a chat group..." He trails off.

"A chat group?" you ask politely.

"It's about, um, girls. And we got a new guy who joined, and he said you might be on Route One still. And, um. He said you're new, and not very good, so..."

"Aaaand?" You try not to look impatient.

"So, um." He takes a deep breath. "I thought I'd... challenge you."

There it is.

"Great!" you say. "Let's do it!"

"You're not mad?" he asks.

"I've been trying to get you to challenge me for the past minute," you tell him. "You're not good with girls, are you?"

"Um," he says, blushing a bit. "I, um... thought it would be easier as a trainer? If I didn't have to flirt? But somehow..."

"Choose your pokemon, Gary," you say. "It's a long trip to Viridian, so let's just do one each. Ready?"

"Ready!" he says, fumbling for a pokeball. "Bulbasaur!"

"Squirtle!" you reply.

And the fight begins.

You stand next to Gary, and a little in front of him, in case he wants to feel you up during the fight, like Blue did yesterday. He doesn't.

"Bulbasaur!" he shouts. "Use Vine Whip!"

"Fight, Squirtle, fight! You can do it!"

It quickly becomes apparent that Squirtle cannot, in fact, do it. For all his awkwardness, Gary is a skilled trainer. He issues commands with confidence, and he runs his pokemon through a series of moves that ends with Squirtle flat on the ground, ****.

"Well fought," you tell Gary.

"Um," he says. "I had an advantage. Your friend told me you'd use a Squirtle..."

"Hah. Still. Well fought."

You offer a handshake, but when it's done, you don't let go of his hand. Instead, you step close, and you put his hand on your breast. "Now then," you grin. "I believe I owe you a forfeit?"

Gary turns bright red. "Um," he says. "Um, um, um." He's staring at your boob, under his hand, like it's a poisonous snake. "I, um, um. I'm not sure, um --"

"Gary," you sigh. "Don't tell me you're a virgin?"

"I, um," he says. "Usually I challenge first? To soften them up, so someone else can beat them? And, um, I... watch? Sometimes?"

"You were so good, earlier, shouting orders to your pokemon," you sigh again. "They were good orders, too. You knew exactly what you wanted. Can't you just do that with girls?"

"I... um..." Gary seems to be stuck.

"Fine," you mutter. "Gary. Would you like me to handle this?" You're really more into being submissive, usually. But you're not letting him get away without you giving him a forfeit. You're not even sure that would be legal. The Pokemon League can be harsh about forfeit-shirkers.

Gary nods frantically. "Um. Yes. Yes please? Yes!"

Right, then.

You kneel down and unzip Gary's fly. He's unsurprisingly erect, though you're not sure if it's a lust erection or a panic erection. Do men get panic erections? Now's probably not the time to ask; instead, you get to work on his cock.

It's not a bad cock, really. It's a good size, nice and hard. You can almost feel his frantic pulse through the veins in his cock as you lick. He's freshly showered -- he probably tastes better than you do, at the moment. Not that you'd taste bad, you're pretty sure. You've only received oral once, and it was great, and --

Hmm.

Hmmmm.

You pull away from Gary's cock for a moment, leaving it dripping with your saliva. "I changed my mind," you tell him with a wicked smile. "Gary? Lie down. We're going to teach you how to give a girl oral."

Amazingly, he obeys.

You drop your pants and take a position over his face. He does need some instruction: "Okay, tongue now. No, not there, further up. Yes. That's a little too hard. Yes. Good. Right there. Now mix it up a little. Left right center, round in circles -- yes fuck that's good..."

Happily, he learns quickly.

Cunnilingus is incredible. You hold position over Gary's face and feel his tongue in just the right spot. It sends shivers up your spine, and your breath catches for a moment from the sensation. If he keeps this up, you're going to cum pretty fast.

His erect cock seems to beckon. You bend over, carefully keeping your pussy over his face, and you take his cock in your mouth again. You take as much of him as you can, and you lick and suck with everything you've got. Your breath is hot and heavy now, and the musky scent of his nethers only adds to your arousal.

Gary cums first, seed spurting into the back of your throat like a fountain. The scent goes straight to your head, and you cum a few seconds later. Your knees give out, and you collapse on top of him as the orgasm takes you.

You laugh softly in the afterglow. Gary's cock is soft now. You're fairly sure that you squirted on his face when you came. Hopefully he's taken that as a compliment. "Not bad, Gary," you tell him. "Not bad at all..."

Someone bonks you on the head with a pokeball. What? You look up in confusion.

There's another trainer there. "Trainer Mike," the bearded man tells you with a predatory grin. "Two badges. I challenge you. Are we gonna do the fight, or you want to save us some time and surrender now?"

Next to Trainer Mike is Blue, looking distinctly smug. "And I challenge next!" he adds. "Turtle slut."