InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Grocery Gettin' ❯ gettin together ( Chapter 3 )

ONLY REALLY 1 PAIRING (INUYASHA AND KAGOME) AND (MIROKU AND KAGOME) BUT VERY LITTLE

LEMON-LEMON-LEMON

VERY EXPLECIT (SP?)

 

DISCLAMER: DON'T OWN ANY OF INUYASHA CHARACTERS OR THE SHOW FOR THAT MATTER.

AND ANOTHER TO THE STORY IT'S REALLY BY EILEEN M. JOHNSON, A VERY GOOD AUTHOR, AND THE STORY FROM THE BOOK IS CALLED CHOCOLATE FLAVA. I JUST CHANGED THE CHARACTERS A LITTLE.

 

Grocery Getting' (pt. 2)

 

 

So, which course are you teaching this semester? I'm schedule to instruct an African-American lit class that you would be great at teaching,” I said brightly, changing the subject to something that would allow peace between us. “Can you believe the semester begins in just a few days?” Putting down my wineglass, I braced myself to listen to yet another of Miroku's antic stories about his job. Oh well, no one can ever cal me a lousy listener.

 

The shrill ring of the telephone shook me from my soft field of sleep. Beside me, Miroku snored lightly and wasn't awakened by the ringing.

“Hello?” I queried sleepily.

“My, don't we turn in early,” a male voice joked.

Looking at the alarm clock, I saw the face read 10:30. Miroku and I had come upstairs after dinner and I had been disappointed to learn that instead of sex, he merely wanted to sleep. I still had on my day cloths but felt like it was morning.

"Sometimes we do. Who is this?" I asked.

"This is Inuyasha. You met me earlier at Albertsons."

"Oh!" Sitting up, I walked with the phone into the bathroom and shut the door after me. "How are you?"

"I'm fine. Didn't think I was gona call, did you?" he asked with a laugh.

"I knew you were going to call sooner or later. I think I left a lasting inpression on you."

"Confident aren't we, Miss Kagome?" he said.

"Sure I am. So to what so I owe the pleasure of this call?"

"I was wondering if you wanted to go for a ride."

"Well ..." I hesitated, peeping out of the bathroom door at Miroku's sleeping form. "Why not."

Laughing like the cat that swallowed the canary and a double serving of cream, he gave me directions to his house, which was only an exit away from mine. Hanging up the phone, I padded lightly back into the the bedroom and took off the jeans and tank top I'd fallen asleep in and put on a simple cotton shift. Slipping my feet into black slides, I grabbed my keys and tiptoed downstairs and out of the house.

 

 

Exiting the expressway, he drove until we approached a hospital parking tower. He drove up the winding tower, shifting gears, until we reached the twelth level. He turned the car around, pulled up to take the wheel, my dress was rumpled around my hips, giving him a clear peep of my pussy and ass. I quickly pulled it down, knowing the impression had been made.