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Teacher	By : okieday17 Category: Dragon Ball Z > Het - Male/Female Views: 9167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Dragon Ball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

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Disclaimer: I do not own Dragonball Z, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story

Warnings: Cussing, Naughty language, and, oh yeah, sex

A/N: You gotta wonder if anything ever happened between the pair...

Chapter 3: Hands-on Approach



      After Goku's startling revelation that he didn't know what a kiss was, I lay back on the couch for a second, my genius brain working at breakneck speeds. The poor kid didn't even know what a kiss was? And he wanted me to tell him about it? Talking about sex was hard enough--but how did one adequately explain a kiss?



      "Bulma?"



      I frowned at Goku as he spoke, but sat up, sighing, wondering what to do. I snapped my fingers when an idea hit me, "this one might just be easier to show you." I put my hands on his shoulders, knowing this was for the good of my sanity--I couldn't explain much more to him without going crazy trying to make him understand. Plus, how do you explain a kiss? I could just imagine Goku attacking poor Chi-Chi tomorrow night. No--this was for the best. "Goku, I'm going to kiss you, but this is just practice. So don't tell anyone you were practicing with me--okay?"



      Goku nodded, looking intent, like he did when he was going to learn a new move, "of course." He smiled at me, "please teach me how to kiss Bulma."



      Now if that wasn't the most ridiculous thing anyone has ever said to me...



      I nodded, pulling myself up to him, so that we were facing each other on the couch, "okay--as I come closer to you, I'm going to put my lips on yours, and you just copy my movements...okay? Try not to think of it too much--it should come naturally."



      Goku nodded, and I sighed, wondering how I had gotten into this predicament. Kissing my best friend the night before his wedding? How did one truly end up here?



      Oh--that's right.



      Master Roshi's treasure chest of movies, opened up for Goku's bachelor party--and no one bothering to explain to Goku just what he was watching.



      Stupid men and their porno movies.



      But I forced myself to look into Goku's eyes as I leant closer, before I softly closed my own, angling my face so that our lips would touch. I kept them softly on his for a few minutes, delighted to notice that his lips were warm and firm, before I started to move my lips over his own.



      Goku didn't do anything at first, but then he slid his lips against mine, mimicking me. I moved my hands so that they were behind his neck, and Goku moved his own so that they were around my back, pulling me closer to him.



      That was unexpected--but I had told him to copy my movements, and I realized I was unconsciously holding him to me, as I buried my fingers into his coarse and thick dark hair, relishing the feel of the thick strands.



      Without a thought, I slipped my tongue between our lips, tracing his lower lips outline, petitioning for entrance.



      Goku surprised me as he opened his mouth for my tongue to enter, and I got to taste the warm, spicy, male flavoring that was all Goku. He tasted faintly of beer, but there were other essences that had my hands clenching in his hair as I stroked my tongue along his own.



      I heard warning bells go off as Goku's tongue copied my movements, and I felt the unfamiliar flickering of warmth in my lower abdomen as Goku's hold tightened on me, one of his hands sliding up to the base of my skull, to angle my head back, so he could dip his own tongue into my open mouth. Everything went fuzzy in my brain as Goku began to masterfully kiss me back--and I could only wonder where he had gotten so good at this. Maybe I was an awesome teacher--or he was a quick learner...but before I knew it Goku was the one in charge of the kiss, and I was submitting to his masterful ministrations as the temperature began to heat up.



      I was suddenly aware that if I only moved that much closer, our bodies would be touching. It would feel good. Oh so good to feel hard male chest pressing against my curves.



      I knew then and there I should pull back--but instead I ran my hands down Goku's back, trying to feel him through his clothes. I flashed back to when I had first seen him at the tournament not that long ago, and how I thought he had gotten way better looking. Goku wasn't a little boy anymore--he was a man. A man who I was currently kissing.



      I groaned as Goku's tongue twirled in my mouth, and he pulled back, looking at me with black eyes that sparkled with what I recognized as lust and appreciation. They transformed his face so that he almost looked dangerous, even as he softly asked me, "did I hurt you?"



      I shook my head, but didn't take the opportunity to move away from him, keeping my arms around his back "no--that's good. When a woman moans and groans, that means she likes what a man is doing."



      Goku's eyes latched onto my own, his voice deep and husky as he asked, "and do you?"



      I was breathless as I watched him, "what?"



      He smiled--not that big goofy grin, but a sly smile that had my heartbeat going just the tiniest bit faster, "do you like what I'm doing?"



      What a loaded question.



      But considering I could feel my nipples harden beneath my bra, and a growing slickness between my legs--the answer was unequivocally, "yes."



      His smile became more predatory, and I wondered then and there if there was more to the man Goku was. I now know that that smile was an indication of the Saiyan in him--Saiyan's, when in heat, tended to become more predatory, more animalistic, something I had learned after becoming lovers with the Prince. I guess that could be his reason for not walking away as he told me, "good--because I like it too."



      What was my excuse though?



      I had none--I knew this man was getting married tomorrow, and that he was my best friend. But it felt good to see the appreciative gleam in his eyes as he held me, his hands stroking my hair softly--especially after the break-up Yamcha and I had gone through. It was quite a blow to my ego to see him look at other women--wasn't I the most beautiful in the world? Yamcha had me questioning that--while Goku and the carnal way he was looking at me had me feeling in charge of the world again.



      I moved one of my hands so that I was stroking down his chest, looking him in the eyes as I felt the Bulma inside of me I tried to hide at most times, the bad Bulma, not the loving daughter or good friend to warriors, but the one who had been first attracted to Yamcha because he was a desert bandit tell Goku, "I could give you some more lessons, if you want." I could teach Goku some things that would make Chi-Chi happy tomorrow night--I wasn't going to take his virginity, but there were other ways to make a man or woman scream. Really, the woman he was marrying should be thanking me for being considerate enough to teach Goku about these things.



      Goku's eyes gleamed, "would there be more kissing?"



      I felt my cheeks heat up, "of course."



      Then he pulled me to him before I could even contemplate, his mouth back on mine, this kiss faster, searing me to my very soul--our teeth clashing against the other, our tongues battling as Goku began to suck the very air out of my lungs with the kiss. The heat I had felt in my lower belly coiled tightly, and a low throbbing began throughout my whole body.



      The hand that had been crushed between us as Goku had pulled me to him turned flat against his strong chest, desperate to feel some hot skin underneath it. I leant into Goku, slipping my hand beneath his Gi under his neckline, at the same moment I pushed my chest flat against him, moaning as I felt how hard and strong he was. Yamcha was a warrior as well--his body was nothing to laugh at. But Goku...he was perfect. His heated flesh was smooth underneath my grasp, and I ran my fingernails over his flesh.



      Goku let out a groan as well, and his hands moved from my hair, down to the curve of my waist, grasping my hips, and pulling me so that I was sitting in his lap, straddling him--surprising me. Where had this side of Goku been hiding the whole time I had known him?



      I broke the kiss, pulling back as I felt a pulsating hardness underneath me, Goku's cock pushing into the bottom of my thigh, my eyes growing large as I felt the outline of his shape--he was bigger than Yamcha, that was for sure. He looked at me through half lidded eyes, and went to pull me into another kiss, when I stopped him with a finger to his lips, "wait."



      He looked disappointed, letting out a low growl, but I kept a smirk on my face as I slithered between his legs, facing him, running my hands up his thighs, before I could stop, framing his erection, looking up at him, feeling heated to the core, "there are other ways for a man to cum..."



      His eyes were dark, and heavy, his breathing coming in pants, as he asked, "what does it mean to cum?"



      My smirk was positively wicked, "you'll see."



      I slithered up his body, giving him a soft kiss, before I leant back, tugging at his shirt--then frowning when I realized he was wearing his training gear that was way too heavy for me to lift. Well that was a buzz kill. I stood, frowning down at him, "take off your shirt."



      Goku reacted so quickly I barely blinked before he was sitting again, his shirt off. I shivered as I took in the sight of him, the thrumming in my body starting again as slid down back down his body length, running my hands over his achingly hot torso--he was beautiful. So well toned from years of working out--Goku might not be the brightest light bulb in the chandelier, but he certainly had one of the best bodies around. I ran my hands over one of his male nipples, and he let out a delighted moan. I smirked, and decided to see if he tasted as good as he felt.



      I ran my lips down his neck, my tongue spiking out to taste the juncture at his shoulder--he was salty, and masculine, and I sucked him at that point, feeling his heart beat faster underneath my ministrations.



      Goku's hands clamped around my waist, holding me to him, as I continued to feather kisses, and lick him, nibbling at his skin, before I came to one of his male nipples. I pulled my teeth across it, hearing his intake of breath, and felt his hands hold me tighter as I sucked on the male nipple, feeling him shudder as I did so. I smirked, and continued on my exploration of his body, pushing at his shoulders so he leant back against the couch, so I could have easier access to those washboard abs of his.



      I kissed, I scratched, I tasted--I delighted in just feeling his warm flesh underneath my hands and mouth.



      When I got to the top of his pants, I looked up at him, again, that wicked smirk in place, as I slowly untied the top of his pants, pushing it down, revealing his hard length to my eyes. His cock was large, throbbing, red--and it looked delicious. My voice came out husky, as I ran my thumb along the top of his cock, the precum already wetting his tip, as I wrapped my small hands around the hard length, "now--when a woman uses her hand on a man, it is, rather uninspiringly, called a hand job."



      I looked up at Goku as I took the velvety hardness in my hand, running my hand up and down his length, feeling him shudder, bucking into my hand. His eyes were closed, his mouth open, his head thrown back as a large groan came from him. I smirked, concentrating on the task at hand, his member swelling larger, becoming redder as it flushed with blood, as I used my second hand to cup his sac, giving it a gentle squeeze, as I began to twist my hand up and down his length, trying to remember things that had made Yamcha scream.



      Goku's moans became louder and longer, and when I felt him begin to tighten, positively panting, I stopped, pulling my hands off of him.



      Goku's eyes snapped open, and a growl, so primitive, so unlike anything I had ever heard from him before, erupted from his lips, making my already wet panties soaked--something about this side of Goku had me more turned on then I had ever been. He looked at me accusingly, his voice coarse and low, "why did you stop?"



      I smiled up at him, enjoying being the one in charge of this, "because you were about to cum--and I wanted to teach you what a blow job is."



      Goku's eyes were glittering with unfulfilled need, but he looked at me curious, "a blow job?"



      I smirked, before I leant forward, stopping right above his throbbing cock as I spoke over it, "a blow job is when a woman takes a man in her mouth."



      His cock twitched as my breath came over it, and I could only smirk, before I used my tongue to trace the same pattern my thumb had on the head of his cock. There was another loud groan, and Goku's hands wrapped themselves in my hair as I started to feather kisses up his cock, running my tongue down his length, enjoying his taste, and the heat of his body.



      His hands fisted in my hair, and I smirked before I positioned my mouth over him, before taking him, deeply, into my mouth, further, into my throat.



      His hands tightened painfully, but the moan that erupted from his lips was all the affirmation I needed that he was loving this.



      His body thrust forward, trying to push himself into my mouth, further, and I raised an eyebrow--Goku might not know what sex is, but his body was primed and ready for it.



      I felt him hit the back of my throat, and I relaxed the muscles, taking him in as far as I could. But Goku was large, and there was no way I could fit his entire length into my mouth.



      So I pulled back up, stopping at the tip, running my tongue around him, before lowering my head again. I began to bob my head in rhythm with his thrusts, using my tongue and teeth to (lightly) add pressure to what I was doing.



      I used one of my hands to work the base of his shaft, while, with the other, I went back to playing with his sac.



      I had to admire Goku's virility, as he didn't instantly cum in my mouth--I actually had to work at making him get off, sucking, licking, kissing with a nonstop abandon. But soon I felt him tighten again, and this time, I made sure to have him deep in my throat as he came, his hot fluid spilling down my throat as he let out a roar, panting my name, his hands twisted in my hair, holding me to him.



      I swallowed all of his seed, proud in the ability I had to make Goku scream like that--I pulled back, smiling at him, drawing myself up, so that I was facing him, my hands on his face as I knelt before him, my eyes even with his dark orbs as he panted, his eyes unfocused, and satiated, "and that's what cumming is."

      I let go of Goku's head, and saw it drop back against the couch after I finished him off, his panting loud. I stared up at him, in awe of the reaction between the two of us. We had been friends for so long--I hadn't a clue that the chemistry between us would be that....electric. I heard Goku give a moan again, and I felt the empowerment of being able to make Goku cum like that wash over me. He finally lifted his head up from the back of the couch, as I rested my hands on his thighs, my eyebrow raised as our eyes met, mine sharp, his slightly fuzzy from cumming. "You okay world champ?"



      His head snapped up at my question, and when I saw the fire in his eyes, I felt myself shiver with both fear and anticipation of what that look meant…

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A/N: Is this the end? Or just the beginning? More to come...
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