InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Minoue ❯ First Impressions ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

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Minoue

Chapter 1: First Impressions (warning: Lemon)

Sweat dripped from his bangs as he thrust into the eager girl underneath him. Why was he having such a difficult time? Was it the condom? This was unlikely though, since he'd used this brand before with satisfaction. The young lady below him was making all the right sounds; he could feel her manicured nails digging into his back and her polished toes dragging along his buttocks. Maybe that was it - she was too easy. She had been after him for the entire semester, but he had a rule against fucking his students. However, once class was over, they were fair game.

He thought back to how she had come to inquire about her grades in his office at the conclusion of the semester. She was wearing a low cut top with a push-up bra and a very short skirt with only a thong underneath. It had started simply enough. He asked what he could do for her, and she had responded by closing the door behind her and turning the lock. That was before she started to saunter towards him as she unbuttoned her blouse and then unhooked the front closure on her bra, allowing her ample breasts to pop free.

“Sensei, I heard you enjoy a good fuck,” the girl said as she shrugged her top and bra off, sliding them sensuously down her arms and letting them drop to the floor. Reaching behind her, she slowly unzipped her skirt and then wiggled it down her long, tan legs until she could step out of it. She was standing before him in a red thong and high heels.

That first time had been so hot. He had made a rule for himself not to do anyone in his office, and yet here he was, mesmerized by the nearly naked girl before him. She had long wavy black hair that hung loose and reached the swell of her butt; her breasts proudly stood out from her body, her nipples already erect. He made to protest, but nothing came out of his mouth as he stood from his chair. Atsuko was suddenly in front of him, rubbing his growing hard-on through his pants. All reason left him as she unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers before dragging them down along with his boxers. She dropped to her knees and pulled him into her mouth, swirling her tongue around his dripping head and then nipping up and down his length before she suckled on his testicles. She ran her tongue back up his cock and sucked the head between her lips, folding her tongue around him. She drove a finger up his anus when she took in his entire length, hitting the back of her throat. Sweet Buddha, he had never felt anything quite like it.

He was just about to explode when she suddenly turned loose. Looking up at him, she wiped the saliva from the corner of her mouth as she said, “You want to fuck me now, Sensei?”

Instead of answering, he fumbled for his wallet and pulled out a condom. Tearing the package open, he put it on with practiced hands. He could hear someone knocking at the door as he picked her up and set her on his desk and then impaled her with his length. She leaned back, grabbing his hair and pulling his mouth to her breast. She had him so worked up that it didn't take long before he came. Gasping for air, he pressed his forehead into her shoulder, his earrings rubbing against her neck. He realized that the knocking at the door had ceased. Whoever it was must have given up and left. Thank the gods for small favors.

“I've wanted to do that with you ever since I first laid eyes on you,” Atsuko whispered. “I'll do it as often as you want to - anytime, anywhere.”

And so here they were again, this time in her apartment during spring break. Her roommate was supposed to be gone for awhile; prearranged, he supposed. At least she lived off-campus at a building that was too expensive to be popular with very many students, and most of them were gone for the week, anyway. It was so much more comfortable here than it had been in his office on his desk. He realized as he struggled to climax that perhaps that was the problem. It had been so illicit what they had done before - forbidden between teacher and student and in his office at that. He focused on that first encounter: how hard he had been, the feeling of her mouth around his cock, her finger up his ass, and the person knocking incessantly on the door while he fucked her. At last he felt the tightening in his groin and the release he had been seeking.

When his cock went limp and slid out, he rolled off of her and pulled off the used condom. He went to toss it away in the bathroom when he heard, “Wow, that was great. You want to do it at your place next time? I don't know how often I can get rid of my roommate.”

He blanched. He also had an unwritten rule that he did not bring girls back to his own home since he really didn't want to give the neighbors more to gossip about. If his reputation became too widespread, he would be in danger of losing his teaching position. As it was, it was rare for a graduate student to be allowed to teach underclassmen, but he had a unique knowledge of his subject, and the exception had been made.

“That probably wouldn't be a good idea. You don't think that maybe your roommate would want to join us?” It had been awhile since he'd been a part of a threesome.

“Well, he did say he wouldn't mind sharing me and that he goes either way. Do you?” Atsuko asked seriously.

“He… he? You mean your roommate is a guy?”

“Well, yeah. I was going to tell you that you didn't need that condom. I'm on those shots since we like to fuck all the time. So what do you think?”

He hurriedly started to pull on his clothes. “I… I'll let you know. Sorry, I forgot I have an appointment this afternoon. I'll see you around, okay?”

“Okay. Just think about it. My roommate is a real hunk, and I've wanted to try it with two guys again. It's been awhile. He's done me and another girl at the same time, so it's my turn to provide the third.”

“Well, I'll think about it. I'd better get going before I'm late. I'm sure I'll see you when school starts again in a few days.” Miroku wiped his brow as he closed the door behind him.

While two girls would be great, he hadn't really thought about another guy. That kind of gave him the creeps. Deciding that probably wasn't for him and also that this girl didn't turn him on like she had the first time, he came to the conclusion that he would have to continue his search for his perfect match. Somewhere, there had to be the girl that was just for him.

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InuYasha was impatiently drumming his fingers on his arm. Miroku was late, again. Why was evident as he burst through the door to the dojo.

“Oi, Monk - take a shower when you change, will you?” It was more of a command than a request.

“Sorry, my friend. And just because I was raised by monks does not make me one. I do not understand why you insist on continuing to call me that,” Miroku quipped.

“Maybe because I hope it'll wear on you, and for once you wouldn't come in here smelling like you just got laid.”

Miroku grinned. “You're just jealous. You know, you could get laid every day if you wanted to. The girls all love your long hair and think your ears are cute. Have you not noticed how many more female students you have than male?”

“Isn't that what attracted you to this dojo?” InuYasha responded.

“Well, maybe, initially. But it turns out you are an excellent instructor, even if you are a bit grouchy, Hanshi,” Miroku said as he bowed.

“Feh. Take a shower, and then we'll work,” the hanyou answered.

Staffs clanked as Miroku and InuYasha parried with each other. Miroku almost succeeded in sweeping InuYasha's feet from underneath him - almost. The hanyou jumped just in the nick of time.

“Hey, you're getting even better with that,” InuYasha commented as they continued to spar.

“Thanks to your excellent instruction; I thought I was one of the best until I came here and met you. You were the first in many years other than my sensei at the monastery that was able to defeat me,” Miroku panted. “And I do not understand why you made me take a shower when I'm working up such a sweat, anyway.”

“There's a big difference between the scent of sweat from hard work and that of sex. If you're going to work with a hanyou, you're going to have to appease my sense of smell,” he replied.

“Have you ever thought about doing it with another guy?” Miroku asked as he dodged another blow.

“Wh…what?” InuYasha exclaimed, stopping in his tracks and giving his opponent the opening he was looking for. The hanyou landed on his butt and glared when his feet left the floor. “Just because I don't fuck every female that walks in here doesn't mean I wanna do that! If you're getting any ideas…”

Miroku dropped to the mat next to him. “No, no, no. It's just that the girl I was with before I came mentioned a threesome with her roommate who turned out to be a guy. I lost it and ran.”

InuYasha chuckled. “I'm glad you draw the line somewhere. You really need to quit screwing around with your students. It's going to get you into trouble.”

“EX-student - I do not bed my students,” he responded indignantly. “Besides, they're old enough to know what they're doing, and I always use a condom. I'm not ready to be a father yet.”

“If you kept it in your pants, you wouldn't have to worry about it at all,” the hanyou suggested.

“You just don't know what you're missing out on,” Miroku replied.

“Well, I almost do,” InuYasha muttered under his breath.

“I'm sorry, my friend. I didn't mean to remind you…”

“Feh. Quit gabbin' and let's get back to work. Hand to hand, Monk?”

Miroku shook his head. InuYasha had called him that almost since the day they'd met.

“That a `no'?”

“Only to your referring to me as `Monk',” Miroku answered.

“Would you prefer pervert?” InuYasha asked as he took the staff from Miroku and went to hang the pair in their brackets on the wall.

“I'm a healthy young male. There is nothing perverted about bedding a woman. You should try it some time,” he responded.

“No - what's perverted is that you do it so easily. Ready?” InuYasha was facing Miroku.

They bowed to each other before they started again. This time InuYasha had Miroku pinned on the mat in no time.

“You're not concentrating, Miroku,” InuYasha scolded. “I haven't been able to defeat you that easily in a long time.”

“Who's she?” Miroku asked, his eyes locked on the young woman who was standing near the door.

“Your next opponent and you had better not grope her,” InuYasha told him.

InuYasha jumped lightly to his feet and approached the girl. He noticed how her eyes watched him down to how he moved his hands and feet when he walked.

Miroku couldn't help but stare at the beautiful woman. She had a lithe body with a slightly rounded bottom and full breasts. Her dark hair reached the small of her back and was tied loosely about half way down. She was wearing a simple kimono with ankle socks and carrying her running shoes. That made Miroku grin. If nothing else, she was lovely and practical. She was graceful as she moved towards InuYasha and never took her eyes off of him, studying him.

“Nishimori InuYasha?” she addressed him in a quiet voice.

“Sango?” he answered with a question.

She bowed. “Yes. Thank you for allowing me to come.”

“You do understand we do things differently here,” InuYasha started. “We have different levels of classes, but no belts. The group you will be put with will be based on skill alone or what you are here to learn. If you're looking for one of those shiny, fancy dojo with lots of trophies, this isn't the place.”

“No, I've already been to several of what were considered the best of those places. I did not feel that they would be able to teach me anything,” Sango replied.

“May I ask why?” Miroku had joined them and was curious.

“I called and made an appointment, just as I have done here. The sensei either underestimated me or simply did not take me seriously when I asked to spar with superior students. I defeated all of them and then the sensei himself at each of the dojo I visited. They had many trophies, and the students wore black belts, but they were no match. I need someone I can learn from, someone like my sensei growing up. He too did not believe in belts,” she said. “He believed in learning to defend yourself as if it might be a matter of life and death.”

“Where are you from?” Miroku inquired.

“A small town up in the mountains. I moved here to go to college. I'm trying to find a dojo to train at before classes start.”

Sango's eyes moved from the two men before her and trailed along the walls. “You also teach weapons here?”

“To the advanced students who wish to learn,” InuYasha answered. “And we have a few younger ones that have been bullied by kids a lot bigger than they are that are learning the staff. Everyone who wishes to learn any weapon must start with that and master it before they move on.”

Now Sango's eyes were staring at InuYasha's ears. He couldn't help but to emit a low growl.

Sango immediately looked at the floor. “I'm sorry. I should leave. I have been disrespectful.”

“Don't let his bark scare you,” Miroku offered.

“It's just so unusual… a hanyou out in the open like this. I know they exist, but they usually hide their presence,” she said softly, still staring at her feet.

“Keh, don't worry about it,” InuYasha added. “I should be used to it by now.”

Miroku decided to explain. “His heredity was kept a secret until he was outed by an old girlfriend. She tried to ruin him when they broke up. It kind of backfired.”

Sango looked at them both curiously.

“Once the ladies saw those ears and that silver hair, they started pouring in for classes. You think they would have left when they discovered he wasn't interested, but it just makes them try harder. Besides, they learned that he is an excellent teacher. The evening classes are all packed,” Miroku expounded. “Everyone wants a piece of InuYasha.”

“I hope she whips your ass,” the hanyou said, glaring at his friend.

“See - all business,” Miroku commented.

“If you would like to change, there is a ladies' locker room to the right at the entrance. You can store your gear in any locker that doesn't have a tag on it.” InuYasha pretended he had not heard Miroku.

“Do you mind if I wear what I was used to training in before?” Sango asked. “It's not exactly conventional.”

“Well, this isn't a conventional dojo. Wear what you are comfortable sparring in,” the hanyou answered.

Sango bowed. “Thank you. I will be out in a few minutes.”

Miroku and InuYasha watched her walk away from them. Of course Miroku's attention was focused on her shapely bottom, but InuYasha's was on the way she moved.

“Do you think she's as good as she says?” Miroku asked quietly.

“I think you'd better pay attention and not underestimate her. If her sensei is who I think he is, she's had a very good teacher,” the hanyou answered.

“I'll keep that in mind,” Miroku said.

InuYasha heard Miroku suck in his breath when Sango reappeared. She was wearing a form-fitting black outfit with pink trim, one that would be suited to a dancer. The fabric rippled with her muscles as she walked towards the center of the training mat. She faced Miroku, and they bowed to each other. Their eyes were locked onto one another, watching every motion.

InuYasha said, “Begin,” and stepped back to observe.

Sango wasted no time circling her opponent. She immediately dropped to the floor and swung to sweep Miroku off his feet. She was surprised when he jumped lightly out of the way, and she rolled to her feet. This time she did circle, trying to ascertain his weakness before striking again.

Miroku and Sango traded blows and both were panting, neither having been able to take the other down. Miroku finally saw her right shoulder drop and he moved in, catching her and wrapping his leg behind hers at the knees before forcing her to the floor. He lay over her, panting and his heart pounding, with his face only inches from hers. He studied the smooth line of her jaw and the intensity of her dark eyes. He was captivated by her beauty and her strength.

“That's enough, Miroku, let her up,” InuYasha ordered.

Miroku suddenly released her and jumped up. “My apologies…” he mumbled, not certain what to say.

Sango sat up, and rubbed her right shoulder. “I was careless. You saw an opportunity and took it just as I would have.”

“Are you all right? I didn't harm you, did I?” Miroku worriedly asked.

“It is an old injury. That is the best workout I've had in a long time, and it worked a few muscles that have weakened with disuse,” she answered.

InuYasha offered her a hand and pulled her to her feet. “You should have told us. He could have hurt you.”

“I just need to get back into shape, that's all. Renshi, I would be honored if you would allow me to study with you,” Sango said as she bowed to InuYasha. “May I set up a training program once I have my semester schedule?”

InuYasha bowed in return. “It would be an honor. I have the dojo calendar in my office. I'll have one for you when you are ready to leave. Feel free to use the shower in the locker room if you'd like. The towels are in the cabinets on the far wall of the shower room.”

“Thank you.” Sango bowed once again and then headed for the dressing room.

Miroku was still just staring at her, watching her walk away.

“Oi, you'd better be careful with that one, Miroku. I don't think she's going to be so easy to get. She'll clean your clock if you try anything,” InuYasha commented.

Miroku stared at the door Sango had just disappeared through. “Just wait. One day, my friend, she will be my wife.”

To be continued…

Terms

Minoue: one's future; one's welfare; one's personal history

Sensei: instructor

Hanshi: advanced instructor; senior expert considered a "teacher of teachers*

Renshi: "teacher" or "one who has mastered himself"*

*reference: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Japanese_martial_arts_titles#Mart ial_Arts_Titles