Chapter 1
"Ooh, Yamcha, tonight has been really fun!" Bulma echoed for the third time, hoping that Yamcha would get the idea that she wanted to end their date. Apparently, though, Yamcha didn't quite understand, as he walked her from the car to the Brief's front door. Bulma stepped through the door quickly, but not quick enough, for right behind her was Yamcha. "Damn," she thought to herself, "Why won't he just go home? I'm really not in the mood tonight..." Bulma's thoughts wandered as she sat upon her living room couch. Yamcha followed her, squeezing her into a corner with his hips.
"So, babe..." Yamcha began as he leaned closer to kiss her. "Here we go again," thought Bulma. Recently, all that seemed to be on Yamcha's mind was getting her into bed. She really didn't want to sleep with him for some reason. It wasn't that she didn't love him, or at least she didn't think that was the reason. Their relationship had just suddenly begun to loose its appeal. Bulma was getting bored, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Mmm, babe, you smell sooo good..." Yamcha said, as he began to deepen his kiss on her lips. He was caressing her back, sliding his hands everywhere, slightly touching the sides of her breasts. "Hmm," Bulma thought, "this is different." She was enjoying the kiss and his massage. Maybe this was what they needed in their relationship...to make it a little more interesting. By this point, she was willing to try anything.
"So, Bulma," Yamcha whispered into her ear, "your parents aren't home now, are they? Why don't we take a trip upstairs, huh?" He didn't quite wait for her answer as he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. When they got to Bulma's room, Yamcha closed her door and pinned her against it with his body, savoring what he hoped to be a pleasurable night. Bulma slipped her hands up his back, causing him to shudder. "Oh yeah," he thought, "Now we're talking."
Bulma was amused at the reaction she had on Yamcha, but still a little bored. His touch was pleasant enough, but not what she had imagined. Still, it was more interesting than watching Yamcha stare at her cleavage all through dinner. She decided to play along and moaned in mock ecstasy.
"Ooh, Yamcha, tonight has been really fun!" Bulma echoed for the third time, hoping that Yamcha would get the idea that she wanted to end their date. Apparently, though, Yamcha didn't quite understand, as he walked her from the car to the Brief's front door. Bulma stepped through the door quickly, but not quick enough, for right behind her was Yamcha. "Damn," she thought to herself, "Why won't he just go home? I'm really not in the mood tonight..." Bulma's thoughts wandered as she sat upon her living room couch. Yamcha followed her, squeezing her into a corner with his hips.
"So, babe..." Yamcha began as he leaned closer to kiss her. "Here we go again," thought Bulma. Recently, all that seemed to be on Yamcha's mind was getting her into bed. She really didn't want to sleep with him for some reason. It wasn't that she didn't love him, or at least she didn't think that was the reason. Their relationship had just suddenly begun to loose its appeal. Bulma was getting bored, and she didn't know what to do about it.
"Mmm, babe, you smell sooo good..." Yamcha said, as he began to deepen his kiss on her lips. He was caressing her back, sliding his hands everywhere, slightly touching the sides of her breasts. "Hmm," Bulma thought, "this is different." She was enjoying the kiss and his massage. Maybe this was what they needed in their relationship...to make it a little more interesting. By this point, she was willing to try anything.
"So, Bulma," Yamcha whispered into her ear, "your parents aren't home now, are they? Why don't we take a trip upstairs, huh?" He didn't quite wait for her answer as he grabbed her hand and practically pulled her up the stairs. When they got to Bulma's room, Yamcha closed her door and pinned her against it with his body, savoring what he hoped to be a pleasurable night. Bulma slipped her hands up his back, causing him to shudder. "Oh yeah," he thought, "Now we're talking."
Bulma was amused at the reaction she had on Yamcha, but still a little bored. His touch was pleasant enough, but not what she had imagined. Still, it was more interesting than watching Yamcha stare at her cleavage all through dinner. She decided to play along and moaned in mock ecstasy.