Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Liaisons ❯ Plan A Part II ( Chapter 6 )

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Warning: Some material in here might disturb you… It is not for young readers… Mature Rating;

Explicit subjects matters and hentai, lemon.

 

Plan A Part II

Damn, Damn! Oh, fuck she was so hot- hot damnit.

He wanted her so much more- ever since his flight back home- he could not get those visions out of his head. Now they were playing havoc on his mind at work, home, and during his sleep. Pan's wanton mouth holding him captive…. Her earnest look of wanting to give him pleasure….

It was worse now more then ever... anytime he thought of anything, she was the first thing on his mind, and them both finishing what they started…

However, he promised. He could not break that- this was Pan- too young- too fucking young-

Monica would take her place, he just had to find the time to get away from {and not feel her and then… then he would be free. She would cost him too dearly if not.

 

Go away. The thought penetrated his brain… Send Pan home… do something so the two wont cross paths- Monica was perfect, not Pan, not Pan - Kami not Pan.

 

The possibility of a future with the Demi was not in the works. Gohan would kill him- the press would eat him alive and his mother would probably ban him for life.

 

Pan was a girl- just a young girl- a girl who would not leave his sexual fantasies alone.

However, his conscience begged another question_- if only- no one knew because deep down nothing could really replace the feeling he had with her- not even Monica. Only if, he was perfectly honest.

 

He squashed the thought.

I am with Monica- only if I need Pan will I. He promised.

Damn- Damn-

I just cannot fuck you!

You owe her though-

Ugh! She probably hates me now.

I would. You left her- unsatisfied. You just cut and ran - like a coward!

Shut up! Shut up! I know it-

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“Mr. Briefs?” the assistant asked of him.

 

He looked up surprised, “Yes?”

“Are you feeling okay?” asked the concerned voice.

“Yes,” Trunks answered flatly.

“There's a call for you then.”

Trunks took a second to look at the phone blinking on his desk. Hesitantly, he picked it up. “Yes?” he asked.

“Trunks!”

Trunks smiled, Monica had rescued him from fighting with himself…

 

The evening was warm. He walked out to the balcony of their room. The salt air licked his face… Dinner was romantic and the mood, the mood was too. HE imagined the night would be just as good.

Monica was in the washroom as he snuck out to take one drag of a cigarette, a bad habit of recent. Hell, the cigarettes he snuck off his mother of all people. Alcohol was another option but a poor choice for his state. He would not feel cowardice for needing any crutch. This was not a fight to save the earth! He reminded him self.

He would not think- he would just do.

“Trunks?” softly the voice beckoned him he went back though the doors into the room he had reserved for just them-

This was it- his loins burned- all was well….

 

They lay side by side. Her legs were entwined with his; he strummed her mound with a rhythmic motion. He hit upon her nub, hidden amongst silken curls. Sighs and moans escaped Monica, as she arched up and nipped his chin. He teased her until he felt the moistness- slipping in one finger her sighs were filled with content—two fingers pressed in and she oohed her desire. Her legs opened wider the left one pressed to the bed by Trunks body; he slid between hers and continued his ministrations. She was now on her back and he moved down her body in diarchy of her jewel. With two fingers pressed deeply inside he lapped at her button…

“Oh- God- Trunks” was sweet music he loved to know how that turned them into jelly- all hot and sticky!

Her breathes were hitched at every beat. Trunks reared from her - knees pressed into the mattress one hand keeping her right knee form closing her legs; he kept inserting his two left fingers- he dare not use more- she was so hot and wet! Slowly dropping his hand form her knee he scooted closer, replaced his fingers with a practiced skill, and slid inside- relishing her tight, wet, grip on his Saiyan hood.

He plunged deep- the feeling was exquisite-

It took all he had not to tear her apart- all he could sense was pleasure their scent of sex and the sounds…

Trunks closed his eyes trying to envision his climax. He would come this time- He would please her yes, but he needed this for himself. His pace picked up the friction bringing him closer and closer.

Just this once he begged- as he could feel its building pressure. His hips slammed hard to her pelvis, as her screams were oblivious to his ears…

Turks just kept his eyes closed for a fear swam in the back of his head- fear of losing it. - instead he thought of Pan fighting, then of her smile, then her underneath him- right now- he was cheating he knew. This whole rendezvous out of town was supposedly form Monica and him- but right now, it was for him- one obstacle at a time-

Finally, “oh Kami” its here he acknowledged.

“Oh- Oh Pan… Man oh Man!” he corrected his Freudian slip. Monica did not seem to have heard him- his sweat dropped.

The ringing in his head stopped and he assessed her. She was moaning happily and he could feel her drained state.

 

He lay on the bed and she snuggled to him. Before long he knew, she was asleep.

 

Now he lay in bed wondering what this meant…

Agitation forced him up and he slipped away, back to his balcony retreat.

Fumbling he lit another cigarette and took a long drag. He would probably have a few…

He did it! Finally. Wore the girl out too he mused. He could not remember if she had come… she must have his eyes staid shut the whole time….

 

Fuck it! He came he came inside a hot piece of snatch… not on

His hands…ugh- he thought…

He should have been happy- he was- but something nagged him- guilt- why? He questioned.

He shot off the balcony into the inky night air hoping this would ease his head. Unconsciously he found himself at a familiar location.

The window was opened just for him he smirked. Inside was Pan his Pan sleeping.

He reached out and touched her cheek. She pressed toward his warmth he could not help the smile he felt.

 

Without a thought, he slipped beside in her small bed. He was on his back and she was half on him. Without a flinch, she cuddled up next to the warm presence… Finally, a peace settled over him and he eased into slumber.

The first stirring of the dawn began and a scent assailed him and made him sigh. What was it that could cause him to react to her theses many types of ways? He questioned with great concern… before the sun slit through the dark horizon Trunks awoke completely, and he looked at the imp in his arms. HE could feel the blood rushing to fill his cock and he groaned inwardly…

Pan stirred at her senses of his presence. She was not alone…”Trunks- what's wrong?” she asked knowing without opening her eyes that that was who was holding her.

“I couldn't sleep,” he told her.

IN a long while, they smiled at each other, like old times.

Instinctly, he reached out and touched her hair, messing up her short locks…

“I cut it,” she told him.

“I see that- it's different>”

She was not sure if he was glad or not-

“There's a reason,” she explained.

He kissed her into silence. It was light but lingering.

“Tell me later- I have to leave,” he said. Regret filling him. Regret he could not share with her.

However, she just smiled. He smiled right back.

As she watched him go and felt out to him- she was aware that she still was mad at him for before- but he was Trunks, her best friend Trunks.

 

Aggravation forced her back against the mattress; who was she kidding he made her want- Damn he left me again! She screamed inside!

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Silently, he stumbled back inside… Aware of how frustrated he had made Pan, but touching on a feeling he had forgotten… How close he and she were… Even before he started this whatever it was, they had begun, no he had begun….

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Monica had not moved from the position he had left her in the night before. Thank Dende she slept like Goten! He was able to slip back beside her on the bed. However, he did not cuddle her form; he laid on his side his back to her. Fortunately, a happy thought remained with him… his memory of how he had just woken up next to Pan.

Oh, Pan he thought- it is time for me to make up for some things. He promised her in his mind. Wasn't it time for another sleepover at CC? He had to get their life back to normal…. Something had to feel right again…