My Accidental Affair
This is my first non-comic written commission. It's a little loosely erotic story about a Nidoqueen named, Abigail and a wold named, Kendo. Kendo needs help studying and had his good friend tutor him. Unfortunately, he's a little distracted by the allure of the voluptuous Pokemon. Luckily, Abigail knows what to do.
Though these characters are in high school, it's their senior year and are both 18. There are no minors here.
It's a lighthearted amusing story with just enough steam to make it sensual. ...this is pretty much my limit as far as sexy things go ^_^ Anyway, I hope you enjoy it.
My Accidental Affair
Abigail watched as her friend and secret love, Kendo walked across the stage to accept his diploma. Even in the back row where she sat amongst the other students who waited for their names to be called, she could see just how handsome he was. His soft brown locks tussled by the breeze always gave him a boyish look that never failed to bring a smile to her lips. Oh, how she loved him. ...and yet, though she loved him deeply, she could only wonder about his feelings for her. Did he care for her as she did for him? Did he long for the comfort of his presence? Did he fantasize about being hers forever and sharing their lives together always? ...or was his desire for him limited to their assorted sexual interludes.
Those interludes, she thought, unconsciously placing a hand ever her heart. For her, they were more than just trysts in the classroom after hours or rewards for academic achievements. They were more...so much more. A sigh escaped her lips as she recalled the first time she met the touch of his body with her own.
***
"Kendo, that's not it." Abigail groaned as Kendo attempted to solve a complex mathematical equation she had given him to try and solve. Though he tried in earnest, he had failed...again. "You aren't using the tricks I told you. This problem is not that hard."
"That's easy for you to say." Kendo replied. "You're a wiz at this stuff. I've never been good at math."
"You say that, but I know it's not true. You're very smart, but you need to apply yourself."
The white wolf sighed and slumped into his chair. He closed his eyes and tried to clear his mind. She was right; this shouldn't have been so difficult for him. The equation wasn't especially difficult, but for some reason, he just couldn't focus on solving it, despite having an excellent tutor.
Abigail had been his friend for years. The very first time he had met her, he found her fascinating. Being a Pokémon nidoqueen, she was certainly different than most of the girls at school. Granted, she wasn't the only Pokémon, but they were a rarity at the school they attended. But, Pokémon or not, he found himself drawn to her.
More than the intrigue of her uniqueness was her personality. She was smart, remarkably so and also kind and generous. She was liked by all who knew her and despite being popular, she was never conceited. But, she wasn't just kind and brilliant, she was also beautiful, too.
Her hair was long, wavy and the sweetest shade of chestnut brown. Her big, dark eyes often gave her a feline appearance, particularly when she was being mischievous and the soft blue of her skin always reminded him of a cloudless sky on a warm day. She had a smile that could light up even the darkest of rooms and warm the coldest of hearts. Yet, the thing he loved most about her appearance was the shape of her body.
Like all nidoqueens, she was full figured and voluptuous. Her legs were thick and inviting and her cheeks were plump and soft. Her curves were more than ample, especially her bosom. One of the few parts of her body that wasn't blue, but instead a soft, sandy shade of tan, he was often privileged with the sight of whenever the swell of her creamy skin peeked through the folds of her shirts. Bountiful and round, her breasts were the stuff of every high school boy's dreams. He often wondered what it would be like to cup those supple mounds in his palms and knead them until she purred with ecstasy.
A heat suddenly rose in his cheeks and spread throughout his body. He felt himself growing aroused and silently begged his body to behave. Now wasn't the time for that. He had to study to get a passing grade in his calculus course in order to graduate. No matter what it took, he was going to march down that aisle with his friends and classmates in the graduation ceremony. In order to make good on that vow, however, he needed to focus on his studies. Despite that, his body had other plans.
Images of Abigail flooded his mind and refused to vacate his thoughts. Visions of her smile, of her giggling...of her hefty chest, bouncing seductively as she hurried down the halls to class. Swirling erotic fantasies danced about his mind. Fantasies of beach excursions where the two of them made love on the beach, tumbling in the hot sands and sharing themselves with each other in the cooling waves. Fantasies where they found themselves alone in the locker room, sharing an intense shower where hands explored plains and valleys of one another and secret places untouched before now.
"Damn it!" he breathed, his eyes flashing open. Trying to focus wasn't working. He glanced down at his trousers and blushed beneath his fur. He was all but fully erect and it showed. The swollen bulge straining against the denim of his pants revealed everything that had been occupying his mental musings.
"Kendo?" Abigail asked, startled by her friend's sudden reaction.
"Ah!" he gasped. "Oh...sorry." he managed, recalling, in that moment, where he was and whose company he shared.
She smiled. "It's alright to be frustrated. I shouldn't have said that this isn't hard. That was insensitive and I'm sorry. Forgive me?"
"What was she talking about?" he wondered. "Oh, that's right!" he whispered to himself. "That damn math problem. She must think I'm irritated with trying to solve it." he reasoned.
Relief washed over him. She didn't know the truth. She didn't know about his lusty thoughts and that she was the cause and the center of them all.
"What did you say?" the nidoqueen asked.
"N-nothing. Forget it, Abby. And don't worry I'm not upset. It really is an easy equation. I just can't focus, is all."
"Do you want to take a break?" she suggested.
"Yeah, that might be good." he agreed. "This could work out." he thought to himself. "I can run to the restroom, take care of this and come back to her, calm and normal. Maybe this is just what I need. If I deal with this now, maybe I'll be able to concentrate on what she's saying instead of..." he began, his eyes drifting over to Abigail's heaving breasts. "Right! Handle this, come back and focus!"
With a strategy in place to keep his sensual mind wanderings hidden from his friend, Kendo leapt to his feet and started for the door. He had barely taken a step when Abigail's sharp gasped brought him to a halt. "What's wrong?!" he asked, urgently. A spider that needed killing? Time that had flown by? Something she had forgotten that she had to do right away? Whatever it was, he was ready to help.
"K- Ken-" she stammered, her eyes wide with and expression he wasn't sure of. It wasn't quite fear and it wasn't excitement, but it was something that left her speechless.
"What's wrong?" he asked, again. "Is it a spider or something?"
Without thinking, her hand moved to her mouth and she shook her head in response.
"Well, what is it? Tell me?"
Her eyes, that had previously been staring at something else, rose to meet his gaze. Without a word, she moved her hand from her mouth and slowly extended it outward, pointing directly at him, or more precisely...
"OH SHIT!" he exclaimed, jumping back to his seat and shoving his hands in his lap. "Abigail, I'm sorry! I didn't mean- this is not- IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!" he cried.
Stunned and at a loss for words, all the young Pokémon could do was offer him a wide-eyed stare.
"I'm mean," he began, again "it's not what you think! Whatever you're thinking, it's not that."
This time, she returned his pitiful explanation with an arched, quizzical brow. He was busted.
"Okay. Scratch that." he said, trying once more to explain things. "It might be what you think, but it's not how it seems. It's just that I was thinking about something and I couldn't get it out of my mind. I tried, but it just...well, it just..."
"Is this the reason why you couldn't focus?" she asked, finally finding her voice.
"Ah...yeah." he admitted, sheepishly.
She paused for a moment and drew her gaze upward as she pondered his words. "So then," she began, "if you can get rid of your wayward thoughts, that," she said, pointing down to his trousers, his arousal hidden beneath the desk, "will go away and you'll be able to focus?"
"R-right! Yeah. Exactly."
"So...then...should I...umm..."
Now it was his turn to be surprised. His eyes widened to the size of small, round, azure saucers and he had to swallow hard before he could continue. "Should you, what?" he managed to ask.
She blushed, her cheeks flaming a bright red. "Well, I know a woman's touch can help with, er, with a man's 'delicate problems'." she improvised. "So, if I touch you, will that make you feel better?"
He was dreaming, he had to be, because there was no way this could be real. One of his many day dreams come to life, one of his favorite secret fantasies unfolding before him. Though he would have never thought it possible, Abigail's proposal sent an even hotter fire burning within. His desire for her was already at its height, so great that he never dreamed he could want her more. And yet, as she moved over to him, gently moving the desk aside from covering his body, he knew he wanted her more now than he had ever in all his life.
He watched as she knelt down beside him and reached over to grasp his belt. She unbuckled it easily enough and moved to unfasten the lone button that held his trousers in place. Excitement poured through her as she unzipped his pants, gently tugged at his boxers and his generous endowment leapt out.
"Oh!" she breathed. When she first saw his erection pressing against his jeans, she had been able to guess that he would be of fair size, but even with her reasoning, she was still surprised at his magnitude. Her heart racing, she took his manhood into her palm and slowly began to move her hand along his expanse, squeezing and tugging gently as she did. He groaned loudly at the exquisite feel of her touch.
"Is...is this right?" she asked, hesitantly, unable to meet his eyes.
"Y-yeah." he breathed. "That's good." Really good. "Have you...have you done this before?" he hedged.
She shook her head, her brown locks bouncing to and fro. "Honestly, I've never even seen a real penis before. I've only seen them in magazines and movies."
"You're kidding!" he gasped, his body hurriedly moving to its climactic conclusion as she continued to stroke him, sensuously.
"Nope." she replied. "But, thanks to the internet, I have a pretty good idea of what I'm supposed to do. So...should I move faster, now?" she asked, as she began to caress him with greater speed and urgency.
He was going to die. She was going to kill him. Anything that felt this good had to be fatal. He moaned, deeply and panted rapidly as she continued her erotic ministrations. The grip of ecstasy was tightly upon him. There was no need to restrain himself, he realized. He didn't have to hold back and as his body had finally reached its limit, he didn't.
"Ahh!" he cried, as he released his seed violently across the floor, streaming his essence from his arousal like a rich, ivory fountain. He breathed heavily as wave after wave of pleasure claimed him, coaxing him to release burst after burst after burst of himself out and onto the floor.
Abigail smiled as she finally looked up to see his face. Even though hidden by his white fur, she could see his skin was flushed and pink. He had enjoyed her touch and she had loved watching him climb to the heights of delight and break through to its end. "Better?" she asked, just a little cheekily.
Unable to find his voice, he nodded his assurance and reveled in his contentment.
"Good. Then we should be able to get back to work."
He sighed. "Abby, can I get just a minute to breathe?"
"I suppose." she said, an amused lilt to her voice. "I guess, in the meantime, I'll clean up. It isn't fair for the janitor to have to clean up our mess."
With that resolve, Abigail rose to her feet and began looking for various instruments of cleaning. "Hey, I have an idea." she said, pausing in her clean-up trek. "From now on, if you can focus and do the work, I'll reward you by doing that again. That should encourage you and keep you motivated, right?"
He couldn't believe his ears as he hastily sat up to meet her gaze. "Are you...are you serious?"
"Sure. I mean, if it will help."
"Yeah...yeah! It'll definitely help!"
She laughed, heartily at his enthusiasm and returned to her errand. That was their first sensuous encounter, but it wouldn't be their last.
***
Epilogue.
Some time had passed and Kendo and Abigail remained as close as ever. But, with school ended and the need for tutoring no longer needed, the two found themselves at an impasse. It was obvious that they both had feelings for each other, but it wasn't until one brave night that the wolf and the queen finally confessed their love for one another.
On that very night, the two shared a more intimate pleasure as they consummated their newfound relationship and fulfilled one of Kendo's fantasies of making love on the beach. It wasn't long after that when Abigail found she was with child. Elated beyond words, Kendo proposed to her that same day and the two fulfilled one of Abigail's fantasies. ...they lived happily ever after.