I want to do what you did this morning to you

You can't help but grin; you'd practiced this in your head all afternoon. Confidently, you steeple your fingers and say, "I'd like to see some more of what you were doing this morning, and participate."

Green leans back against the door and cocks an eyebrow. "Exactly what are we talking about here? If you'll recall, I've been pretty busy this morning."

Your practiced confidence quickly cracks. Blushing, you stammer, "I-uh-well, I saw you-um-pleasuring yourself, this morning."

"Duh," Green says, visibly relaxing. With a sigh, she explains, "You were supposed to, well after I noticed you watching anyway. It was the only thing I could think of to get the point across before we graduated."

"Um, what?" you ask, completely lost.

Green chuckles and walks over to the couch, dropping her bag next to yours and sitting very close to you. With an exasperated smile, she turns to face you and says, "Red, you really are thick, you know that? I've had a crush on you since middle school. I only took those after-school pokémon classes to spend time with you. Well, in the beginning anyway. The point is that we've been training together regularly for years, and you never picked up on one clue I dropped.

"This morning I was... let's say, letting out some of my frustrations. Imagine my surprise when I see the guy I'm fantasizing about with his dick out, staring at me through the window. Real subtle by the way." Green smirks as your blush deepens. "So, I decide to put on a bit of a show. When you didn’t make a move with me literally masturbating in front of you, I decided to try one last thing."

"The bet," you say in realization. "So, you did lose on purpose."

"What? No way," Green says indignantly. "If I won, I was gonna ask you to go out with me."

"Oh," you say, feeling ashamed for having such a dirty mind. "I mean, we could—"

Your words are cut short when Green grabs your shirt and pulls you into a kiss. Just as you recover from the shock and start to return the kiss, she pulls back and says, "Nope, no way am I letting you out of this."

"Sounds good to me," you reply, regaining some of your confidence and leaning forward to capture her lips. This time she doesn't pull away, and the two of you slowly explore each other, lips eventually parting and tongues probing each other's mouths for the first time.

Without thinking, one of your hands reaches out and begins to gently massage her chest through her top, the other moving to stroke her slim waist. Her own hands are occupied as well; one has knocked off your hat and is twisting through your hair and pulling you close into the kiss, while the other is running along your thigh, teasing your burgeoning erection.

When the two of you are finally **** to part for air, Green smiles enticingly and says, "I think there's something in the way." Before you can ask what, she grabs the bottom of her shirt and pulls it up to reveal what you were desperately straining to see last night—two perfect pert young breasts.

Without even waiting for her to get the shirt over her head, you lean in and the two of you resume your kiss. You can now feel her supple skin directly as you use both hands to grope her breasts, her hardened nipples rubbing pleasantly against the palms of your hands.

Apparently Green is enjoying your ministrations even more than you are, as she breaks the kiss to let out a shuddering moan. She grabs your head and guides it to the crook of her neck. When you start to plant kisses along her soft skin she moans even louder, then says, "Oh, Arceus, yes. I've been waiting for this for so long. Don't you dare stop."

Kissing your way up to her ear, you whisper, "Wasn’t planning on it." You give her left nipple an experimental tweak, resulting in a pleased yelp, then move the hand down to her thigh. Slowly, you start to rub along the inside of her leg, pushing her skirt up inch by inch.

Green lets out a frustrated whine, then grabs your hand by the wrist and presses it up against her damp panties. You can feel her entrance through the wet cotton; it's surprisingly warm, and it twitches when you run your fingers over it.

Not content just to simply feel her, you give Green one last kiss on the lips, then drop down to your knees between her legs. Looking up at her, you say, "I really wanted to see this earlier."

Green smirks and rolls her eyes, the effect only slightly lessened by the fact that her face is flushed with passion. "You could have if you'd just come over, or paid attention the past few years."

"I guess I'll just have to make up for lost time," you respond with a grin, flipping up her skirt and pulling her panties down her smooth legs.

Her pussy is beautiful, better than anything you've seen in a magazine. It's like a flower, with her perfectly pink inner lips blossoming out covered in sweet nectar. Almost hesitant to touch something so beautiful, you gingerly reach out and stroke her lips. Green shudders in response and, emboldened, you spread her lips and gaze at her innermost part.

Almost impatiently, Green says, "You can put a finger in, I'm more than ready."

Slowly you dip a finger into her warm entrance, eliciting a long low moan from the woman in front of you. Encouraged, you pump your digit a few times. When you're rewarded with even more moans and some shivering, you decide to try inserting another finger into your childhood friend and increasing your speed.

"Fuuuck yes! This is so much better than doing it myself," Green moans, looking down at you with lust in her eyes. As you continue to pump your fingers, she uses her hands to massage her breasts, rolling and pinching her nipples. It's a beautiful sight to look up at. "Just a little more," she half-whispers, "Rub my clit."

Not needing to be told twice, you reach your free hand out to the little nubbin peeking out above Green's entrance. A jolt goes through her when you make contact, and she starts to shiver when you experimentally rub it in tiny circles.

Wanting to see how far you can make her go, you increase the speed of your pumping and rubbing. You're rewarded with wordless moans, convulsions, and finally a scream as she arches her back and, to your surprise, sprays your face. As she falls onto the couch, panting in her recovery, you lick your lips and decide that you rather like the citrusy taste of her fluids.