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Longing	By : lancecomwar Category: Dragon Ball Z > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 5971 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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*Erasa*

“Oh...
Gohan...”

He smirked up
at me from behind my throbbing breast. Not his usual kind, warming
smile that melts my insides, oh no; a devious, cocky grin that sends
a tingling sensation rumbling throughout my entire body. The kind he
only gives when he makes love. The kind he only gives me.

He sticks his
tongue out, circling my bare and swollen nipple. A gasp escapes my
lips as he gently nibbles it. I clench my teeth, struggling to keep
from fainting from the pure pleasure my lover was now giving me.

He lets go of
me, ignoring my moan of frustration as he stares down at my
completely naked form. His smirk is so strong so powerful, that it is
all I can do to keep from cumming right then and there.

Faster than I
could think, he pulled me up into his bare arms so that I was sitting
in his lap facing him, his erection dangerously close to my soaked
womanhood. I moaned as I felt his manhood tickle the outside of my
core, while kiss upon kiss were planted upon my neck, the odd
territorial bite causing me to scream out in pleasure.

“Go-Gohan!”
I moaned. I wasn't sure how much longer I'd be able to last if he
kept this up, so I struggled to resist his ministrations and stare
directly into his beautiful eyes“F-fuck me!”

He grinned. In
a flash, he picked me up, hovering my eagerly awaiting core above his
awaiting erection. Slowly but powerfully, he lowered me.

“Gohan!
F-fuck!”

*

“FUCK!”

I blinked, trying to rid my eyes of the haze clouding them.

Slowly, as my mind came back to reality, I saw just where I was: In
my room, my clothes practically glued to my body by the sweat that
was everywhere on me, panting breathlessly.

Alone. It was all a dream. Again.

With a groan, I got out of my bed, tossing my tangled and messy
sheets off, silently thanking God that my parents were away for the
week. I definitely wouldn't want to explain to them why I shouted
that so loudly this early in the morning. I took off my
clothes, sighing in displeasure at having woken up from the most
perfect dream imaginable.

“It's just not fair,” I grumbled, tossing my dirty shirt
and shorts into the hamper, leaving me clad in just my bra and
panties. “Why does Videl get to have everything she wants?
Course, I'm happy for her, but still... Oh well,” I sighed,
taking notice of my sweaty body. “I guess I need a shower.”

Seeing as how my folks were gone until next Sunday, I didn't think
twice about just walking across the hallway into the bathroom in my
underwear. I turned the nozzle on to full blast, unclasping my bra
and lowering my panties before climbing into the steaming water.

I began to wash myself, the hot water raining down upon my body and
wiping the sweat away. I lowered my eyes to look at my breasts, which
in that lovely dream I had last night were being teased to high
heaven by him, but now were merely standing at attention,
showered in the light water.

Gently, I reached my hand up to caress my left breast, imagining
that my hand was Gohan's, and that he were in the shower with me.
Slowly, I rotated my palm around the mound and gave myself a squeeze,
before I took my nipple between my thumb and pointer finger and
pinched it, causing me to moan.

“Gohan...”

I raised my hand to my other breast, desiring more pleasure. But I
stopped myself.

I needed to get out of my lust-filled state, not masturbate in the
shower.

With a sorrowful sigh, I let go of my breast, and simply started
washing up. I need to stop dreaming. Gohan will never touch me like
that. After all, he loves Videl.

But even so, I can't help but dream...

*Videl*

7:58. Another hour of this shit.

With a groan, I turned my attention away from the clock and toward
the blond haired dipshit sitting across me from.

“Hey? 'Del? You ok?”

I frowned. “I told you, Sharpner, Call me by my real
name.”

That bastard grinned, no doubt thinking he was being seductive, but
in reality only passing himself off as a creep and jackass. “Come
on. We've been friends for years-”

“We're not friends,” I cut him off. “Now,
let's just do this stupid assignment.”

I turn my attention back to my paper. I really didn't want to look
at that guy anymore.

Hopefully he learned his lesson last time... As much I would like to
pummel that jerk, I really did not want to subject myself to his
attempts at “seduction” again. God knows I don't need
that kind of abuse.

Fortunately for me, he seemed to get the message, at least for now.
We quietly got back to our assignment, only talking to each other
when it was absolutely necessary. Fortunately for me, it was all over
soon enough.

*

I sighed softly to myself as I lay on the grassy field of the park,
watching the clouds go by above me. This was getting to be too much
for me.

As much as I hate to remember it, Sharpner was one of my best
friends once. I first met him and Erasa back in kindergarten, and the
three of us were a closed knit trio until our Senior year of high
school. Over the years, though, he changed: he starting hitting on
every girl there was, began bragging about his “perfect bod”
at every conceivable opportunity, not to mention how much he flaunted
the fact that he was friends with the Videl Satan. Basically,
he became the very definition of a douchebag.

But for some reason, we kept being friends with him. No matter how
many creepy glares or unwanted flirts he gave us, we stayed friends
with him. Maybe it was just because he was comfortable, that we had
been friends for so long that it was too hard to let it go. Maybe I
just assumed that that was just how guys were supposed to
behave.

Then, he came: Gohan. That god given specimen of a man walked into
my life one day, and I've never been able to look back. Of course,
Sharpner didn't really take too kindly to that...

A smile crossed my lips as I felt a familiar ki walking toward me.
Wordlessly, he walked up behind my head and gazed down at me.

I took a second to catch what he was wearing: a short-sleeved
T-Shirt, showing off his perfect biceps, as well as knee-high khaki
shorts showing off his muscular legs. He really came a long way from
that fashionably clueless kid way back when trying to hide his
muscles.

Then again, I changed too, ever since I met him: back before we
became a couple, I always used to just wear boy shirts or shirts too
big for me. I never really wanted to show off my body because I never
wanted to be thought of as just a girl. But ever since Gohan and I
started going out, I started wearing more form-fitting clothes. I
still didn't want to be gawked at by typical perverts like Sharpner,
no, just like Gohan doesn't want his fangirls to stare at him with
those lustful eyes. I guess we just want to make ourselves look good
for each other. Or maybe we just want to show each other off.

“Hey there, sexy,” I grinned, Gohan's familiar grin now
staring down at me from above.

“Mind if I join you?” he asked, and without waiting for
an answer he lay down right beside me. Almost instinctively, I curled
up to his side and buried my face his his shirt, breathing in his
intoxicating scent.

We just lay there like that for a while, the two of us content to
merely be together, at least for now.

“So, Videl...” he finally spoke, breaking the blissful
peace that had transpired between us.

“Hm?” I hummed as I snuggled deeper into his chest. God,
how I missed this feeling... I just wish I could stay in his arms
every night...

“I was wondering...” he nervously spoke. I smiled. He
was just way too cute when he was nervous like that.

“Come on, “Saiyaman”,” I rolled my eyes.
“I'm not going to bite your head off anymore, you know?”

“No, but I bet you'd be all too happy to bite my other
head,” he smirked down at me.

It took me a few seconds to get what he said, but when I did, I
started cracking up. Soon, he joined me, and we just laughed- not at
anything in particular. We were just two young lovers in love.

“Ok, but seriously, tell me what's up,” I said as the
laughter finally died down. He took a deep breath.

“Oh, you know... It's just been so long, and, well...”

I sighed. “I know, Gohan. I want to do that too. But, well,”
I smirked. “I shouldn't need to remind the school nerd that
school comes first?”

He chuckled. “That's just it. I'm not sure if I can pay
attention in school unless I get some relief.”

“Well, you can't fuck me now, I have class in...” I
checked my watch. “Damn it!” I sat up straight, causing
Gohan to watch cluelessly as I grabbed my book bag.

“Sorry, I have to get to class in five minutes, love you bye!”
I shouted at him as I ran off, no doubt leaving him frustrated.

Damn it... School's going to be the death of me.

*

Huffing and puffing, I rushed in to my Pre-Calc class with barely a
moment to spare. Thank God Gohan taught me about ki and super-speed,
or else I'd never be able to get here this quickly.

With a triumphant smile on my face, I make my way to my seat, next
to my friend, Erasa.

“Someone's had quite a work out,” she smirked at me,
causing my heart to beat faster.

“S-shut up!” I hissed, before turning my attention to
the front of the room, waiting for the professor to come in any
moment now. Unable to stop myself, however, I turn my head to catch a
glimpse of Erasa yawning slouched back in her chair, her breasts
sticking out rather visibly. Quickly, I turned my attention to the
front of the room once more, my face now shining a light red.
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