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Motivation/Hit Those Showers
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The following takes place one week after the events of chapter two.
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"Hey, Gard. Gard," I poked and prodded at her. She slept pretty soundly every night so far since she'd moved in. "Gard, it's nine. Wake up."
She turned over under the sheets and mumbled. "Shut up, Jack..."
"Gard, you told me you wanted to wake up at nine from now on," I said matter-of-factly. "So wake up."
"I'm awake," I hadn't heard that one before. She turned over and plopped her face into the pillow.
"Just... Wake up. Breakfast will be ready soon," I turned and left the room, heading downstairs into the kitchen, where I was preparing some scrambled eggs and such.
Not much longer, I put all of the eggs in a bowl and they were ready to be served. Gardevoir came downstairs and sat down. Her eyelids were still hanging down over her eyes, and her green hair was tussled about. She put some of the eggs on her plate and then sank backward and sighed heavily. She opened her eyes and started talking.
"Jack, I don't understand how you can get up so early. Tell me your secret."
"There is no secret, Gard. 'Early to bed, early to rise.'"
"I don't like going to bed as early as you do. I can't sleep," she wore the same face that she'd been wearing since she came downstairs.
"That's because you always sleep in. Endless cycle," I waved my fork in a small circle.
At that point she got bored with the conversation and started to eat. We both finished about 10 minutes later. I put the remains away and washed her dishes (I'd tried to get her to do them before, it didn't end well). Then I got ready to work out.
We'd successfully moved the weights and such into the spare room, and I'd been using it daily. I hadn't bothered Gardevoir about it yet, because I knew that she would start eventually. Who knew that today would be that day?
I was running on the treadmill, but I had to stop it when I saw what she looked like. I shut it off and stepped off, staring at her.
"Holy shit..." I muttered. I was stricken by lightning. She'd somehow shortened her dress into a one-piece miniskirt.
"What are you staring at?" she said with an almost offended look on her face. "I wasn't going to try and work out with my gown at full length."
"I didn't know that you could-" I was interrupted by her changing the length of her gown three times, full, short, full, short. "Okay. Cool."
I got back on the treadmill and started running again. I considered asking her if she needed help with anything, but she got on the treadmill next to me and started running alongside me. Of course, it very quickly became a contest. We both knew it was. We took turns powering up the treadmills. I was running at 8.7 miles per hour when she turned hers up to 9 and nearly fell off. She caught herself and landed on her feet, but she still had a look of defeat on her face.
I didn't say anything. I knew that some competition would get her motivated, and that's all it took to get myself motivated. She shut off her treadmill and started lifting weights with psychic. I knew that she was actually straining because she began to pant and sweat heavily, and the weight started to slow down. She lifted a 25 pound weight about 30 times and then dropped it and sat down on the floor to rest. At this point I was getting tired, and my 15-minute timer went off so I shut it off and sat beside her.
"That was kind of impressive, Gard." My throat burned with every breath. Every second the pain was dissipating.
"What was?" She asked between breaths.
"I didn't think you'd be able to run 8 and a half miles per hour. Even in a small burst," I took a few deep breaths and continued. "I also didn't think you'd be able to lift that." I pointed at the weight she'd been lifting.
"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" she tried her best to use the innocent, girly voice she used when she said that sort of thing. I laughed and got up to get some water from the kitchen. I took my drink and, looking through the doorway, saw that she was lifting the weight again. But something was wrong. The weight was glowing purple, as did most things that she used psychic on, but the glow was very faded compared to how it normally was. I already knew why.
She was having yet another heat-wave. She was always embarrassed about it, so she wanted me to catch on myself.
I quickly stepped back and thought of a way to use this to my advantage. Before I knew it, I had an idea and I carried through with it.
I walked into the room and laid down on the floor next to the weights, near the bench. I lifted one of the 45 pound discs and placed it on my chest, followed by a 40 pound weight and a 35 pound weight. The weight was distributed so that I could breathe, but I could not move.
"Gardevoir. Look."
She dropped the weight and looked over at me. "What... What are you doing?"
"Gardevoir, I want you to lift these weights off of me. Then, and only then, I will fuck you right here in this room."
She had a concerned look on her face. She was beginning to blush deeper than she had been from the lifting. I knew what that meant.
"C'mon, Gard. You know you want to." And like that, the 35 pound weight started to glow. She bent over from the force of it on her mind, and it slowly lifted off of me and moved a few feet over before dropping.
"Good job, only two more."
The 40 pound weight began to shake and vibrate on top of me, shortly before lifting off of me and landing nearby.
"Okay, Gardevoir. This is the last one. Just remember," I took a deep breath. "If you drop this one on top of me, it may very well break a few ribs."
She took a deep, shuddering breath and the weight began to glow. It shook, and vibrated, and shuddered, but it didn't lift off of me. The glow faded away.
"I believe in you, Gard. Lift the weight."
It began to glow once more. It shook again, and slowly raised into the air, before moving away and landing on the ground. I took a deep breath and looked over at Gard. She was kneeling, but she fell over on her back from exhaustion, breathing deeply and sweating. I got a up and stood over her, but I was a little surprised by her next move.
She lifted up her skirt and revealed her beautiful flower to me, and by God was she ready-it was soaking wet and a shade of dark pink. I wasted no time with foreplay or teasing, because I knew that she wasn't in the mood for that. I licked this sensitive fold that had been presented to me as though I would have died if I hadn't. I licked it as quickly as I could, and I teased her clitoris with my fingers. She responded with one long, lusty moan. I sped up both actions, increasing speed and the force behind my tongue. At this point, I stuck out my tongue and just bobbed my entire head up and down, stroking the dripping crevasse with as much force as I could. There was no longer a moment of clear thought; there was just her. Her moaning, her body, her sweat... Her. At this point she was constantly moaning, and breathing between the high-pitched squeals of excitement and pleasure. Every few moments she squirmed around; I felt her hole beginning to tighten and I knew I had to speed up some more if at all possible, for her. I thrust my middle and ring finger in both at once and stroked as fast and hard as I could, teasing her clitoris with my thumb. She convulsed one last time, in perfect timing with her pussy; it lightly sprayed a thick coating for my hand.
I leaned down and licked up this banana-flavored fluid that she'd created. I loved it and she knew it. Once I was finished with this task, I fell over on my back and relaxed, with her heavy breath the only thing other than my own that I could hear. After a few minutes, her breath slowed down to its normal rate. Then, without warning, she crawled over and pulled my sweatpants down. Her face was glowing a deep red and she had a sinister smile creeping across her face. I think I liked it. At least my dick did. She wasted about as much time as I did with foreplay; my pants were down, followed by my underwear, and before I knew it she had my dick in her mouth and she was bobbing her head up and down lovingly. She stopped after a few minutes and got up, beckoning for me to come with her. I got up and watched her, while she leaned against a wall and pointed at her pussy.
I knew what to do next. I leaned over her and pulled her skirt down to the floor, caressing every inch of her in the process. I rubbed my palm along her pussy to get some extra lubrication, stroked myself a few times and I began my slow entry into her. She moaned a little and adjusted just a bit as I sped up my thrusts. I planted my hands like roots on each of her perfectly smooth buttocks, using them to guide her in the right direction with each thrusts. She began to mirror my movements, moving backward with each forward thrust and vise versa, and it made all the difference. Every moment she seemed to be moving faster, and she was beginning to pant and moan. As she sped up, more of her banana-scented pussy juice was being displaced every moment. It dripped down onto the floor in separate drops with each thrust. The scent was driving me insane. I thrust as fast as I could at this point, and she loved it. I felt her beginning to tighten again; the throbbing walls closed in on my rock-hard erection. I pulled out and shot my load all over her rump without moving my hands from her hips.
We both collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. She used her finger to gather up any cum that was still on her backside and she licked it off with love. I was too tired to move. After a few minutes of rest, we kissed and got up to bathe.
I called the shower, as usual, but she decided to just waltz in while I was bathing. She handed me a washcloth and told me to wash her, so I did. She took a washcloth and washed me at the same time. It wasn't very exciting compared to what had just happened in the weight room, but I was nonetheless aroused by it. We kissed for a few minutes and she slowly guided my hand to her breast. I massaged it and she started to get excited. She reached down and started to rub my member, using her other hand to rub her pussy while I massaged her breast, tonguing her spare nipple. She started to moan a little bit as I noticed something out of the corner of my eye through the shower curtain. The cabinet door under the sink was glowing. It appeared to open slowly before it lost its glow.
Gardevoir faced away from me and leaned over, presenting her beautiful rump in all of its glory. I got ready to enter, but she covered her pussy with her fingers.
"Jack, I'm too sore. We're gonna have to use the other entrance, aren't we?" She looked back at me and smiled. That's when the baby oil floated in.
"Gard, are you serious?" She nodded in response. At that point the bottle flipped over, coating my dick and her smooth ass in lubricant.
"Please start off slow..." She panted a little bit between words.
I positioned myself for entry. I spread her ass-cheeks apart and looked at this second entrance. It became obvious to me that she'd been reading my thoughts; she knew I was going to ask if we'd ever be able to do this. But I didn't care. What mattered was that we were about to do it. As she wished, my entry was very slow. I slowly pushed my entire length inside her, fighting this virgin tightness. I rested my entirety inside of her, and it slowly expanded to accept my width. I pulled out and pushed back in, increasing speed little by little. I leaned over and massaged Gardevoir's breasts, I also leaned over so that I could hear her moans of pleasure over the water flowing from the shower head. I began to thrust as I would normally, but this tighter entryway caused a lot more pleasure to build up in a lot less time than normal. I decided I didn't want to fool around with holding it in because she wasn't going to cum from this anyway.
"Gard," I said over the noise of the water. "I'm gonna speed up now, okay?"
She nodded. I straightened my back, nearly pulled out, and thrust back in as hard as I could. Once more. Twice more. I kept going. I was at about two thrusts a second when I could no longer speed up. I pulled her into me with each thrust, her plump ass slapping me with every thrust. I no longer needed to lean over to hear her moans and shouts. She probably would've been loud enough to bother our neighbors, if we'd had any. The moans, the tightness, the speed, everything built up until I could hold it in no longer. I gave three final thrusts as fast and hard as I could, shooting cum deep inside of her and then eventually pushing it out of her with this finale of mine. I pulled out and rinsed off, and then we cleaned each other the rest of the way and took the day off. We were both pretty tired.
I went to the living room and sat on the couch, worn out but not defeated. She joined me soon after, sitting right next to me and hugging me. I hugged her back. She broke the near-silence.
"I love you, Jack." She said this without raising her head from my shoulder, where it was planted.
"I love you too, Gardevoir," I looked straight forward, across the room, at nothing in particular. "I hope nothing ever separates us."
"I know." She covered her mouth after that comment.
"So, you really have been in my head, huh?" I laughed and tussled her hair.
"I just... After we started having sex... We connected the rest of the way," she looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Will you forgive me?"
"How couldn't I? I always speak the truth anyway."
She hugged me again, and said in a tear-jerking voice, "I love you so much, Jack..."
She dozed off on my shoulder. After a few moments, I looked down at her and whispered, "You too. Always."Chapter End Notes:Yeah, there it is. Make sure you effin' review, or I don't know what you want or what to change! Point out every spelling mistake, also... I didn't have time to do my proofreading to much of an extent this chapter
The following takes place one week after the events of chapter two.
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"Hey, Gard. Gard," I poked and prodded at her. She slept pretty soundly every night so far since she'd moved in. "Gard, it's nine. Wake up."
She turned over under the sheets and mumbled. "Shut up, Jack..."
"Gard, you told me you wanted to wake up at nine from now on," I said matter-of-factly. "So wake up."
"I'm awake," I hadn't heard that one before. She turned over and plopped her face into the pillow.
"Just... Wake up. Breakfast will be ready soon," I turned and left the room, heading downstairs into the kitchen, where I was preparing some scrambled eggs and such.
Not much longer, I put all of the eggs in a bowl and they were ready to be served. Gardevoir came downstairs and sat down. Her eyelids were still hanging down over her eyes, and her green hair was tussled about. She put some of the eggs on her plate and then sank backward and sighed heavily. She opened her eyes and started talking.
"Jack, I don't understand how you can get up so early. Tell me your secret."
"There is no secret, Gard. 'Early to bed, early to rise.'"
"I don't like going to bed as early as you do. I can't sleep," she wore the same face that she'd been wearing since she came downstairs.
"That's because you always sleep in. Endless cycle," I waved my fork in a small circle.
At that point she got bored with the conversation and started to eat. We both finished about 10 minutes later. I put the remains away and washed her dishes (I'd tried to get her to do them before, it didn't end well). Then I got ready to work out.
We'd successfully moved the weights and such into the spare room, and I'd been using it daily. I hadn't bothered Gardevoir about it yet, because I knew that she would start eventually. Who knew that today would be that day?
I was running on the treadmill, but I had to stop it when I saw what she looked like. I shut it off and stepped off, staring at her.
"Holy shit..." I muttered. I was stricken by lightning. She'd somehow shortened her dress into a one-piece miniskirt.
"What are you staring at?" she said with an almost offended look on her face. "I wasn't going to try and work out with my gown at full length."
"I didn't know that you could-" I was interrupted by her changing the length of her gown three times, full, short, full, short. "Okay. Cool."
I got back on the treadmill and started running again. I considered asking her if she needed help with anything, but she got on the treadmill next to me and started running alongside me. Of course, it very quickly became a contest. We both knew it was. We took turns powering up the treadmills. I was running at 8.7 miles per hour when she turned hers up to 9 and nearly fell off. She caught herself and landed on her feet, but she still had a look of defeat on her face.
I didn't say anything. I knew that some competition would get her motivated, and that's all it took to get myself motivated. She shut off her treadmill and started lifting weights with psychic. I knew that she was actually straining because she began to pant and sweat heavily, and the weight started to slow down. She lifted a 25 pound weight about 30 times and then dropped it and sat down on the floor to rest. At this point I was getting tired, and my 15-minute timer went off so I shut it off and sat beside her.
"That was kind of impressive, Gard." My throat burned with every breath. Every second the pain was dissipating.
"What was?" She asked between breaths.
"I didn't think you'd be able to run 8 and a half miles per hour. Even in a small burst," I took a few deep breaths and continued. "I also didn't think you'd be able to lift that." I pointed at the weight she'd been lifting.
"I'm just full of surprises, aren't I?" she tried her best to use the innocent, girly voice she used when she said that sort of thing. I laughed and got up to get some water from the kitchen. I took my drink and, looking through the doorway, saw that she was lifting the weight again. But something was wrong. The weight was glowing purple, as did most things that she used psychic on, but the glow was very faded compared to how it normally was. I already knew why.
She was having yet another heat-wave. She was always embarrassed about it, so she wanted me to catch on myself.
I quickly stepped back and thought of a way to use this to my advantage. Before I knew it, I had an idea and I carried through with it.
I walked into the room and laid down on the floor next to the weights, near the bench. I lifted one of the 45 pound discs and placed it on my chest, followed by a 40 pound weight and a 35 pound weight. The weight was distributed so that I could breathe, but I could not move.
"Gardevoir. Look."
She dropped the weight and looked over at me. "What... What are you doing?"
"Gardevoir, I want you to lift these weights off of me. Then, and only then, I will fuck you right here in this room."
She had a concerned look on her face. She was beginning to blush deeper than she had been from the lifting. I knew what that meant.
"C'mon, Gard. You know you want to." And like that, the 35 pound weight started to glow. She bent over from the force of it on her mind, and it slowly lifted off of me and moved a few feet over before dropping.
"Good job, only two more."
The 40 pound weight began to shake and vibrate on top of me, shortly before lifting off of me and landing nearby.
"Okay, Gardevoir. This is the last one. Just remember," I took a deep breath. "If you drop this one on top of me, it may very well break a few ribs."
She took a deep, shuddering breath and the weight began to glow. It shook, and vibrated, and shuddered, but it didn't lift off of me. The glow faded away.
"I believe in you, Gard. Lift the weight."
It began to glow once more. It shook again, and slowly raised into the air, before moving away and landing on the ground. I took a deep breath and looked over at Gard. She was kneeling, but she fell over on her back from exhaustion, breathing deeply and sweating. I got a up and stood over her, but I was a little surprised by her next move.
She lifted up her skirt and revealed her beautiful flower to me, and by God was she ready-it was soaking wet and a shade of dark pink. I wasted no time with foreplay or teasing, because I knew that she wasn't in the mood for that. I licked this sensitive fold that had been presented to me as though I would have died if I hadn't. I licked it as quickly as I could, and I teased her clitoris with my fingers. She responded with one long, lusty moan. I sped up both actions, increasing speed and the force behind my tongue. At this point, I stuck out my tongue and just bobbed my entire head up and down, stroking the dripping crevasse with as much force as I could. There was no longer a moment of clear thought; there was just her. Her moaning, her body, her sweat... Her. At this point she was constantly moaning, and breathing between the high-pitched squeals of excitement and pleasure. Every few moments she squirmed around; I felt her hole beginning to tighten and I knew I had to speed up some more if at all possible, for her. I thrust my middle and ring finger in both at once and stroked as fast and hard as I could, teasing her clitoris with my thumb. She convulsed one last time, in perfect timing with her pussy; it lightly sprayed a thick coating for my hand.
I leaned down and licked up this banana-flavored fluid that she'd created. I loved it and she knew it. Once I was finished with this task, I fell over on my back and relaxed, with her heavy breath the only thing other than my own that I could hear. After a few minutes, her breath slowed down to its normal rate. Then, without warning, she crawled over and pulled my sweatpants down. Her face was glowing a deep red and she had a sinister smile creeping across her face. I think I liked it. At least my dick did. She wasted about as much time as I did with foreplay; my pants were down, followed by my underwear, and before I knew it she had my dick in her mouth and she was bobbing her head up and down lovingly. She stopped after a few minutes and got up, beckoning for me to come with her. I got up and watched her, while she leaned against a wall and pointed at her pussy.
I knew what to do next. I leaned over her and pulled her skirt down to the floor, caressing every inch of her in the process. I rubbed my palm along her pussy to get some extra lubrication, stroked myself a few times and I began my slow entry into her. She moaned a little and adjusted just a bit as I sped up my thrusts. I planted my hands like roots on each of her perfectly smooth buttocks, using them to guide her in the right direction with each thrusts. She began to mirror my movements, moving backward with each forward thrust and vise versa, and it made all the difference. Every moment she seemed to be moving faster, and she was beginning to pant and moan. As she sped up, more of her banana-scented pussy juice was being displaced every moment. It dripped down onto the floor in separate drops with each thrust. The scent was driving me insane. I thrust as fast as I could at this point, and she loved it. I felt her beginning to tighten again; the throbbing walls closed in on my rock-hard erection. I pulled out and shot my load all over her rump without moving my hands from her hips.
We both collapsed onto the floor, exhausted. She used her finger to gather up any cum that was still on her backside and she licked it off with love. I was too tired to move. After a few minutes of rest, we kissed and got up to bathe.
I called the shower, as usual, but she decided to just waltz in while I was bathing. She handed me a washcloth and told me to wash her, so I did. She took a washcloth and washed me at the same time. It wasn't very exciting compared to what had just happened in the weight room, but I was nonetheless aroused by it. We kissed for a few minutes and she slowly guided my hand to her breast. I massaged it and she started to get excited. She reached down and started to rub my member, using her other hand to rub her pussy while I massaged her breast, tonguing her spare nipple. She started to moan a little bit as I noticed something out of the corner of my eye through the shower curtain. The cabinet door under the sink was glowing. It appeared to open slowly before it lost its glow.
Gardevoir faced away from me and leaned over, presenting her beautiful rump in all of its glory. I got ready to enter, but she covered her pussy with her fingers.
"Jack, I'm too sore. We're gonna have to use the other entrance, aren't we?" She looked back at me and smiled. That's when the baby oil floated in.
"Gard, are you serious?" She nodded in response. At that point the bottle flipped over, coating my dick and her smooth ass in lubricant.
"Please start off slow..." She panted a little bit between words.
I positioned myself for entry. I spread her ass-cheeks apart and looked at this second entrance. It became obvious to me that she'd been reading my thoughts; she knew I was going to ask if we'd ever be able to do this. But I didn't care. What mattered was that we were about to do it. As she wished, my entry was very slow. I slowly pushed my entire length inside her, fighting this virgin tightness. I rested my entirety inside of her, and it slowly expanded to accept my width. I pulled out and pushed back in, increasing speed little by little. I leaned over and massaged Gardevoir's breasts, I also leaned over so that I could hear her moans of pleasure over the water flowing from the shower head. I began to thrust as I would normally, but this tighter entryway caused a lot more pleasure to build up in a lot less time than normal. I decided I didn't want to fool around with holding it in because she wasn't going to cum from this anyway.
"Gard," I said over the noise of the water. "I'm gonna speed up now, okay?"
She nodded. I straightened my back, nearly pulled out, and thrust back in as hard as I could. Once more. Twice more. I kept going. I was at about two thrusts a second when I could no longer speed up. I pulled her into me with each thrust, her plump ass slapping me with every thrust. I no longer needed to lean over to hear her moans and shouts. She probably would've been loud enough to bother our neighbors, if we'd had any. The moans, the tightness, the speed, everything built up until I could hold it in no longer. I gave three final thrusts as fast and hard as I could, shooting cum deep inside of her and then eventually pushing it out of her with this finale of mine. I pulled out and rinsed off, and then we cleaned each other the rest of the way and took the day off. We were both pretty tired.
I went to the living room and sat on the couch, worn out but not defeated. She joined me soon after, sitting right next to me and hugging me. I hugged her back. She broke the near-silence.
"I love you, Jack." She said this without raising her head from my shoulder, where it was planted.
"I love you too, Gardevoir," I looked straight forward, across the room, at nothing in particular. "I hope nothing ever separates us."
"I know." She covered her mouth after that comment.
"So, you really have been in my head, huh?" I laughed and tussled her hair.
"I just... After we started having sex... We connected the rest of the way," she looked up at me with puppy-dog eyes. "Will you forgive me?"
"How couldn't I? I always speak the truth anyway."
She hugged me again, and said in a tear-jerking voice, "I love you so much, Jack..."
She dozed off on my shoulder. After a few moments, I looked down at her and whispered, "You too. Always."Chapter End Notes:Yeah, there it is. Make sure you effin' review, or I don't know what you want or what to change! Point out every spelling mistake, also... I didn't have time to do my proofreading to much of an extent this chapter