Not a chance

(This chapter is part of a multichapter smut scene.)

Misty’s head swam as she stood, glued in place, by the sudden kiss. Though she was his first Gym Leader battle, and his first Gym Leader victory, it was obvious that she wasn’t his first kiss. He made quick work of any fight her tongue could put up, allowing him to explore her mouth at his leisure. His hands roamed her body freely, grabbing and caressing wherever he pleased. Even as Misty registered all of this, her body refused to move, having already accepted her fate of being used by a victorious challenger once again. But something was very different, now that it wasn’t happening in private.

The redhead’s body was burning up. Far faster than usual, her arousal was overwhelming her thoughts and clouding her judgment. Her clothes felt stifling, she was already beginning to sweat lightly, and her nipples had become hardened nubs. A fact which didn’t escape her opponent as he felt her up to his heart’s content. It was too much for her. This was the part where she was supposed to put on her tough girl act, but beneath everyone’s stares, she felt as meek as a mouse.

Misty was so absorbed in the kiss that she didn’t notice her suspenders being unclasped. Her realization didn’t come until her shorts hit the floor, exposing her pantiless crotch to the crowd. The trainer quickly kicked her shorts away, leaving them lost to the crowd for the foreseeable future.

“Wow, no panties again? You’d think she’d learn her lesson after the yearly exhibition event.”

“She did. She learned she was a fucking whore. Something the rest of us knew the entire time.”

Misty tried pulling her mouth away to refute the crowd’s taunting, but she couldn’t get a word out before a hand gripped her jaw and guided her right back to the makeout session. Her hips squirmed beneath everyone’s inspection. Her pink skin, left pale within her bikini-shaped tan lines, felt hot beneath everyone’s stares despite being freed from her clothing.

When the boy tugged on her shirt, Misty raised her arms automatically, not even realizing that she was voluntarily surrendering her last garment. As her shirt hit the pool with a quiet plop, and cool air brushed against her raised nipples, the nude Gym Leader finally grasped her situation. Though she knew she should be mad, her fiery personality had been doused by embarrassment, leaving her with no anger to direct at anyone.