His Place

Due to their work Blue's parents were rarely home, and Professor Oak tended to work very late hours and most nights even slept in his lab. Usually his sister was around but tonight she was actually going out to what promised to be a very late night party, making his house the perfect meeting point for... whatever it was he wanted.

You got your first inkling of what it might be when you got home and saw a written note addressed to you in your mailbox that simply had a time listed and the words, "Loser Robe."

So here you were, pulling the plush red robe you are now wearing tightly around you to fight off the chill of the night air, pulling your baseball cap down as if trying to hide the flush on your face that was a mixture of shame and growing excitement. You reach the door and knock on it twice in a specific pattern to identify yourself and it soon swings open to reveal Blue standing there clad only in a pair of blue sweatpants.

He smirks at you as you stand there, shifting from foot to foot and silently cursing the fact that he did keep himself in good shape, your eyes admiring the shape of his chest.

Blue then nods his head and ushers you in, your heart skipping a beat as you enter and the door clicks shut behind you. The two of you waste little time racing upstairs to his room and your heart's tempo increases even more so as that door softly closes as well. If there has been a point where you could back out, it has now officially passed.

You turn to face Blue your back to his bed and start to reach for the robe's belt but he suddenly steps forward, grabbing your hands and putting them to your side. "No," he says with a low growl, "you're the Loser. So I'M in control."

You let him lower your hands, the flush on your face growing deeper as his hands rise to your shoulders, slip under the robe and roughly slide it down, letting it fall to the floor and exposing the fact you are only clad in your hat, sneakers and a simple pair of white panties. Even under the cover of night, it had been embarassing to walk around like that... but that was part of the point and you both knew it.

Blue's hands then go to your B-cup breasts (though they were almost a borderline C), squeezing them possessively as he suddenly leans his head down and kisses you full on the mouth, his hungry tongue wasting little time in parting your lips and diving in to wrestle with yours. You can't stop the moan that flows out of you, nor stop your own tongue from responding to his efforts. Your nipples were already erect but they reach full hardness only seconds under Blue's fingers.

He breaks the kiss and lowers his head to one of those breasts, pushing you back closer to the bed as his tongue begins to trace the outer edges of your nipple, his free hand sliding down and into your panties. His fore and middle finger tease your already sopping wet womanhood, maddeningly stroking your lower lips as his teeth suddenly clench down on the cap of your breast and you thrown back your head to let out a loud cry of pleasure.

God, why did his ability to irritate your mind beyond belief have to be matched by his ability to get your body so horny?

Blue suddenly lets go of you and then shoves you back onto the bed, where you land with a surprised yelp, looking up at you in confusion. "Stay still," he growls again, leaning over you to pull your panties down your legs, exposing your glistening womanhood and neatly trimmed pubic hair.

You do as ordered but can't keep from shuddering slightly as he looks over every inch of your now exposed body, his eyes pointedly examining the space between your spread open legs first, then trailing up to openly admire your heaving breasts and then looking at your gasping, parted lips before finally locking his eyes with yours.

He then reaches down, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear in one go to let his sizable member pop free, your eyes being drawn to it as it almost seems to twitch in your direction eagerly.

"Okay, Loser," Blue says, "time for that going away present."