Kingdom Tart: Lime Edition
Disclaimer: Kingdom Hearts 2 is not mine and never will be, and I do not make any money from this.
Lime Ahoy! Roxas is very popular with the ladies, and they all want a particular piece of him. The non-explicit version of my once-popular 'Kingdom Tart' story. Roxas x Fuu x Olette x Naminé x Xion, some hints of Aqua and Yuffie too, plus Sora x Kairi x Riku.
A couple of years ago, the original story was forced from the site by a group of unofficial, freelance moderators for breaking the rules on account of the explicit sexual content (tens of thousands of readers had seen my work over the five years it had been up on the site, and not one thought it was bad enough to warrant reporting. These guys on the other hand saw it differently), and in the process I lost well over a thousand followers. I'm hoping some of them at least are still around, and if they wish to continue reading my work and wish to know when newer chapters are available, then they can simply follow this story as it will be updated around the same time. Some people might say, 'why not follow you on one of the other sites?', and the simple answer to that is there are no 'follow/update alert' options available on the other websites, which is very unfortunate.
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Warning: Although non-explicit, this story contains lime and references to sexual deviance.
All characters are aged 16 and above.
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Roxas hopped aboard the 4.00 train to central station just in the nick of time. The doors slid closed with a pneumatic hiss seconds after he got on, and the carriage gently rocked as the train pulled away from the platform. It was the start of the rush hour, evidently, as the seats were all taken and the many others were left to stand down either end of the carriage.
Not troubled by the prospect of having to spend the next half an hour standing, he moved further in with use of the overhead rail to help maintain balance.
Pretty much all the other passengers kept to themselves, whether by reading newspapers or books, listening to music sets or conversing with a companion, with an occasional eye of interest from some of the young women he passed by. He figured they were smiling to him out of politeness, knowing little of their real thoughts and fantasies that related to this strapping sixteen year old schoolboy.
Reaching a more open part of the carriage, with double doors on either side, he thought it well enough to stand there. All platforms were on the left side, so if he stood on the right, he wouldn't get trampled on by the inevitable horde of clocked-off workers and evening travellers at the next few stops.
One particular matter perked Roxas' interests in this spot on the train; Fuu, the aloof, silver haired girl who hung around with Seifer's gang, was standing there by the doors. Never before had he seen her on this train after school. He didn't know much about her, but he knew enough that she didn't live so far from school that she needed to get the train back and forth. As far as he knew, he was the only person who didn't live near Sunset Terrace.
It must have something to do with Seifer. A gang meeting of sorts, perhaps, and an urgent one at that if she didn't have time to go home and change.
For a while, he simply watched her. She stared off into nowhere, like normal, with a countenance as distant as to where she looked. He kept thinking about the way she was both in and out of school, how she spent time with those other two yet never looked nor acted as if she was on good terms with either of them.
Between them, he and Fuu, there didn't appear to be any sort of bad blood. At times, it seemed she was more tolerant and considerate to him than her leader. That did always made him wonder. Was there some meaning to the few times he thought he caught her glimpsing in his direction, or was it all in his head?
No harm in trying to find out. A bit of friendly banter never killed anyone. Although, saying that, there's always a first for everything.
Roxas stepped beside her, keeping a hold on the railing running along the ceiling. A moment was spent further admiring her look in the school uniform. Very, if he could bring himself to delve down that route, sexy. All was standard for their school; a sleeveless white blouse, a short yet wide necktie with a blue plaid design to match the fashionably short skirt and black slip-on shoes, with the exception to her socks which were thigh-high instead of knee height, but kept to the regulatory navy blue colour.
The brown school satchel she and all the other students carried was on the floor by her feet. She kept her uniform neat even when off the school premises, unlike Roxas, who had tucked out his short sleeved white shirt, bundled his plaid tie into his bag, undone his top button and switched his shoes for trainers.
Roxas put on a smile and, despite the noise caused by the movement of the train, spoke softly.
"Funny how the train only ever leaves on time whenever I happen to be running a bit late. And I nearly lost a leg to the door because of it."
"Typical," She said in a monotonous tone of voice, agreeing with his statement. That, or she was saying it was typical of him running late, which was often the truth.
"How are you, Fuu? Alright?"
"Fine."
"Good, good. Got any plans for the summer holidays?"
She took time to think about it, tilting her head and placing a finger to her lips.
"Indecisive," She looked at him as a way of rebounding the question back.
"Me? Nothing planned so far. Parents are away for a month to visit my aunt up north, summer assignments have been issued out which I'll need to finish… really, I've just got to wait and see what happens between then. I might even be spending most of my time down at the usual spot with the guys. Sometimes we just come up with an idea and go with it, leaving the plans aside."
Fuu was nodding. Roxas didn't know whether she was listening to what he was saying, or if it was the sway of the carriage. Regardless, he kept up with the conversation.
"So what are you up to at the moment?"
"Travelling."
Roxas chuckled. He should have applied more detail to his question if he wanted to avoid an answer that was bleeding obvious.
"I, uh, meant to ask where you were heading off to. Going to see someone down Market Street, or are you jumping off earlier than that?"
"Depends."
Perplexed, his eyebrow twitched.
"Depends? Depends on what?"
There was a long pause. As her face was turned away to look out the window, he could barely make out her reflection. She was looking down, and looking rather… timid.
"Destination?"
Realising she was asking him the question, Roxas scratched the back of his neck.
"Uh, Market Street. I get off at the end of the line."
Another long pause, and then she answered in her usual tone of voice.
"Market Street."
Before he could make a further inquiry a computerised female voice called out over the tannoy.
-The next station is Church Street. Change here for the Downtown Light Monorail to Marketplace and Village Lake, and the Northern Line to Munny Avenue and Financial Square.-
"Uh-oh, I think we better brace ourselves. This next station is one of the busiest ones on the four o'clock line because of the connection to the banking districts. There's going to be a lot of pushing and shoving, and space is going get tight fairly quickly. All we can hope and pray for is that we don't get squashed by the crowd of suits."
Within a few minutes of the announcement, the train stopped beside the platform and, as Roxas had stated, the huge bustling crowd of commuters heading home from work at the banks were all waiting to jump on.
"Sardine time. Well, it was nice knowing you," He jokingly smiled.
That smiled wavered fast as his brain tried to work out the purpose behind Fuu's next move. Instead of turning back to look out the window or stepping across to either side for a little bit more room before the human wave, she remained in place and turned to face him directly. In that case, when the other people boarded, they'd be pushed front to front. Was she aware that would happen? Did she clock up an idea that it would be a better issue for safety this way?
No more time was left to keep on wondering about it. A heavy rush hour crowd boarded the carriage, taking up all available space. Roxas and Fuu were literally pushed into the corner from the masses. The only thing he could do to avoid crushing the shorter girl in front of him was to put his arms out on either side of her, hands against the doors, but even then the space was tight.
Fuu had her chin on his shoulder, her left hand against the opposite shoulder and her right hand upon his upper arm. Being so close to him like this still didn't change her expression, not until the press of other commuters forced his knee to gently bump and ride up high in between her legs, and it became a startled snap of the eyes and mouth along with a surprised gasp.
"Ah, sorry!"
He tried to move his leg after his quick whisper of apology, but more people were still boarding. It pushed him and his knee further in, sliding and pressing more against her. The result of that wasn't what he had anticipated, like a hefty smack around the chops from her first, instead she did something rather more unusual.
Her fingers clutched his uniform shirt tight, and slowly her mouth turned into the side of his neck as she softly moaned.
Roxas blushed to quite a degree. Without moving his head, which he thought would cause a disturbance and an unfavourable reaction from the silver haired lass, he tried to get a look around to the other passengers in the cabin. No one had taken notice.
He remained still, and the train departed from the station to continue the rocky ride. By this time he hoped some people would shift so he and Fuu would have more space, therefore ending this rather embarrassing scenario before the discovery was made by her that he had become quite turned on by this. Unfortunately, no such luck for him.
"I-I'll try again to mo-"
All of Roxas' thoughts sharply clicked away, leaving him dumfounded and physically paralysed, all on account of Fuu's next action. Discreet in the manner, Fuu had managed to unzip his trousers and get that single warm hand into his boxer shorts.
Anything that he tried to say came out as a bumbling mess of noises.
Her breathing was soft. With her face still in the side of his neck, she took him out of his trousers, and then it started. One, two, three gentle rubs before she brought her other hand down, and it too rubbed him up and down in a very soft way, like she was petting an animal. One hand took the top while the other slid beneath, the palms sliding against the skin and the fingers softly caressing.
His mind rolled on and off the tracks. He had enough time to imagine this may be some kind of bizarre dream before it all went to soft cheese again. Why on Earth would this be happening on a train, with all these people around, and with a girl whom he barely even had a complete conversation with?
Roxas winced hard, and sweat rolled down his cheek. Fuu had switched back to one hand, pulled the hem of her skirt up a tad at the same side, and pressed him onto the outside of her supple thigh.
There's no shame in the admittance that he'd flogged his redwood once in a while to a naughty video that had been in secret circulation around his classroom since the previous Christmas. Everyone was doing it and, even though he wouldn't admit it, Seifer was sure to be at it too. Roxas had Hayner and Pence to thank for the acquisition of that video. They're all lads, after all.
And this was far better than doing it himself. The only question he begged for, though, was why was SHE doing it for him?
Fuu's mouth lowered down from his neck, and now her forehead leaned in instead. Her facial expression was a far cry from the norm. She looked tired, shy, and her cheeks burned with heat equal to her hands.
"Huge," She whispered, commenting on his size.
Questions would have swum through his mind if he could keep his thoughts in order for more than three seconds a turn. Although one of inexperience could have made such a comment, it's more of a thing to hear from someone who'd had experience and seen them of varying sizes. Would that mean this was happening to him simply because he was here? Would she have done this with anyone else?
Roxas' body tensed and he bit down on his lower lip and he strained to keep control of his breathing.
Fuu's hand continued to stroke him, but at a slower rate than before. The train had stopped at another station since and, to avoid the gains of any attention, neither said anything nor moved an inch say for her hand. All the passengers shuffled about in the carriage, some getting off and some boarding, but the mass barely changed either way. Once everything was in order there was an announcement over the tannoy and the train started to run again.
Central Station was no more than fifteen minutes away and, knowing from experience, the crowd of commuters would get no thinner until the very end of the line. That meant he and Fuu would be stuck here, pressed together so intimately while she did these things to him. He wasn't exactly sure what to say about it, or what to ask her; all he knew was that he was bloody enjoying it. He enjoyed it even more so when she took one of his hands, slipped it into her blouse which she'd opened by a few buttons, and motioned for him to caress her delightfully soft breast which was an absolute dream.
It was also very interesting to know that this whole time, at school and on the train, Fuu hadn't been wearing a bra. Whether this was normal for her or because she had prepared for some action like this wasn't an issue on his mind. Doing what she wanted him to do and taking great pleasure in doing it, she continued seeing to him and started to grind her damp crotch against this ridden leg.
Roxas sighed, and Fuu mewed softly into his neck. For the first time in his life, amongst other first things, Roxas was actually enjoying the rush hour experience. He didn't know how far things were going to go, either on this train or once they both disembarked at Market Street, but he was going to make the most of it all.
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Roxas sat on the edge of his bed, staring straight into Fuu's one visible eye. His body was upright and his hands in fists on his thighs, and she knelt down on the floor before him.
Fuu didn't say anything at all.
The light weight of her upper body pressed upon the backs of his hands when she placed her hands on top and slowly leant forward at an upward angle. Her eye seemed to glimmer with tranquillity, and a charming blush turned the colour of her skin pink. The way her lips parted half an inch led him to believe she was about to whisper words to him.
The belief was wrong, and the real intention only became clear once the action had been taken. For a brief second she placed a kiss upon the tip of his nose, toning his skin a light vermillion as if her blush contagiously passed unto him.
Still, she said nothing at all. Instead, Fuu simply gave him a sweet look of affection and pressed her forehead to his.
It was barely three hours ago that the couple disembarked from the train after their interesting physical entanglement. Now, they were at his home. The only thing is that Fuu had barely said anything at all to him, merely following him around and helping him out with his household chores.
When he asked her why, she kept silent. Perhaps she would give him an answer in time, but for now, he would have to wait.
"Fuu," They exchanged long, warm breaths. Quite clearly he knew what this was leading to, even though he still didn't have all the answers he needed to know.
Embracing his neck tightly, Fuu closed her eyes and connected her moist lips with his. The kiss was soft and sweet, tender and lengthy.
Whilst she soon brought her hands down and in between them, Roxas couldn't even begin to think what he should do with his. To hold, fondle or keep them in place juggled in his mind. In the way Fuu was working, he decided to leave them as they were; behind him as a support to his upper body.
The hot peach lips fell to the side of his neck, burrowing in there, dotting the area with short presses. One button at a time, she opened up his white shirt and trailed the kisses downwards along with it. The last button undone and the shirt fell upon, baring his chest, and her kisses stopped around about his solar plexus before they ascended back up to his throat.
Placing a breaking kiss on his Adam's apple, Fuu slowly leant back and shrugged her shoulders up in a childlike shyness. So cute, he thought, looking at her with a hazy and faraway expression. One, two and three buttons were undone by her own hand, and then her full, perfectly round D-cup breasts spilled from her blouse with a slight bounce.
There was a hitch in his breath and the lump in his trousers grew. Caressing them was one thing, a teeth-grinding, spine-tingling thing at that, but actually seeing them was another thing.
She remained still to give him a nice look-see at her chest before she leant forward again and unbuckled his trousers to help him slip them off and strip down to his boxers. She cast them aside and knelt down before him. Reaching up, her hands held onto his shoulders and she once again put her lips to his chest.
Three kisses, one for each pectoral and a final for the dead centre, then she opened her mouth her lower lip across to his collarbone. She paused, breath shuddering, and then retraced the route back down with the surface of her tongue. She dropped low, trailing saliva across the washboard ripples of his abs, until her breasts cushioned against his inner thighs, and prevented her from going any lower.
"F-Fuu," He whispered her name as a means of gratification for what she was doing.
Using his fingers, he combed through her hair on the left side. Many of the silver strands he tucked behind her ear, which he then gently tickled. She glanced up, attentively, and smiled such a beautiful smile. The sexually stimulating countenance her cute face displayed wasn't an intentional bid to cause his teeth to chatter, but it sure did the job.
Fuu's head was still, titled slightly at an angle, and her lips were still discreetly wavering at a slow pace. Beads of saliva trailed from her mouth down his chest and, mixed with his sweat, created a squelching noise with the movement of her lips.
More strands he worked through, cleanly brushing them about, until he glided his hand to her fringe. The back of his fingers swiped smoothly to brush away the fringe covering half of her face, and closed together to catch and hold the hair as he rested his hand on the top side of her head.
A deep, throaty gulp helped clear his airway once he realised he stopped breathing. Perhaps he may have been one of the few lucky enough to see both of her ruby red eyes, and that experience alone was literally breathtaking.
Though he was unlikely to find the truth as to why she kept her left eye under a veil of silver, one small idea of his linked the reason to the thin scar that curved around the eye, starting just below the left temple and almost outlining the orb perfectly until it stopped dead halfway across under the lower eyelid. The mark was far from ghastly, if not at all, but he understood that a girl might feel insecure having a mark on that scale for all to see. He actually thought it looked very sexy.
Circulating his thumb below her temple, he continued to stare with a soft and appreciative gleam into her eyes.
"Mmm," was one of the low, silent noises she made as her lips hovered over his chest, softly kissed his nipples, and finally finished off with a cute, kitten-like lick of his chin. He withdrew his hand to let her hair fall back into place, and she gradually withdrew to bring an end to this particular treatment.
Fuu stood up right in front of him, slowly tilting her hips to one side, and give him a look that was so well tuned to her innocent but sexual pose it threw his heart out of rhythm for a couple of beats. Both hands came to her hips, thumbs out and digging beneath the waistband of her short blue skirt, and gradually pushed it down until the article lay crumpled on the floor by her ankles. The rest, namely the soaked, tight-fitted pair of panties and her thigh-high socks, remained on as sweet candy for the eyes.
Gorgeously slim thighs, touchable soft, pale skin, faintly visible trails leading from her damp underwear rushing down her inner thighs to disappear as they're soaked up by the material of her high socks, the slight twitches of her muscles beneath the skin as they, much like his entire nervous system, shuddered with anticipation… a part of Roxas wished he would snuff it right at this moment so he may preserve the sight for all eternity.
Having tasted the 'eye candy' through fifteen seconds of brain-dead gawping and a rapidly drying mouth, Roxas managed to glance up to her face. Whatever he tried to say was held back by the gravely feeling in his throat and parched lips.
To start, Fuu took hold of his hands and placed them on her hips. She kept hers on top, holding them in place should he, in an unlikely move, try to take them back. Shuffling forward, looking down on him with a pleasantly adoring countenance, she straddled his thighs, shuddering out a gasp as her panty-covered area rubbed against the vivacious lump in his boxer shorts.
With her breasts so full in his face, whether her intention was to entice him this way, he found it hard not to start taking advantage of the plentiful amounts of tender flesh. A lick here and a kiss there, each time when her body started to tremble the vibrations would go against the hefty solid object she sat on, and in a chain reaction cause him to shiver too.
However, he still had a small problem. For all his kisses, his throat, his lips and his mouth were dry. What he needed was a little something to wet his whistle.
"Fuu, can I," He titled his head back, to which she immediately started to kiss around his chin and cheeks like they were smothered in a melted chocolate sauce. "I want… to drink your spit."
His whispered comment made her pause, naturally, but not out of distaste. Her expression softened with a more caring concern, like a child with an injured puppy, and she cupped his cheeks with both her hands like she held the most precious item in the world within her palms.
Head back, eyes closed and mouth open, he awaited her non-vocal response.
Not before she licked the bridge of his nose, the tip and finally his nostrils, Fuu tilted her head forward and puckered her lips. A thick, translucent bead of saliva seeped slowly from between her lips, falling like a concentrated string of syrup from a bottle.
From the tip of his tongue, the saliva rolled down his throat. Not once, but four times this was repeated. At the end of each string, Roxas swirled his tongue to spread the moisture around his lips.
After the final time, Fuu brought her tongue down to clash with his. Briefly his eyes opened a crack. They closed again when she kissed him fully, tongues exchanged, and she interlocked her fingers behind his head.
In a sudden but gently movement he rolled back, twisting entirely, bringing the both of them upon the bead with him on top and her flat on her back beneath. The feverish French kiss ended on his part, the stringy saliva connecting their tongues like a glass bridge.
The moans escaping her damp, partially parted lips were as delicious as the tender area of flesh he suckled eagerly on within the crook of her neck. One of his hands cradled the back of her head as she hazily looked skyward, and the other sensually fondled her right breast.
Hopeless and mindless in the action, Fuu's hands gripped and tugged at the back of his shirt to allow as much of his bare chest to press against her as possible.
Motion starting from his knees, Roxas rocked calmly back and forth to grind between her legs. At times he issued more force, rubbed harder, and simultaneously moved his lips to her ear for a chew on her lobe.
Fuu closed her eyes and gasped as her body quivered when the tender swells of her chest squashed between them, and her hands were roaming all over his sweaty back. Her sexy legs wrapped around his waist, her heels on his buttocks, and they practically kicked at him to move against her even more.
The sweat rolled off his brow. Opposed to her breaths coming out in short excited squeaks, his were deep and sharp grunts. He kept at it, not even dreaming of stopping so long as her hot, breathy moans continued to sing into his ears, until the moment she whimpered into his ear and pushed on his shoulders for him to stop. The way she acted like this so suddenly made him wonder if he'd done something wrong, or that she'd had second thoughts and wanted to end this right now; he was wrong on both counts.
While she didn't actually say anything, Fuu showed in her expressions that she couldn't hold back any more, and used physical actions to show she wanted to go the whole way. A little shocked at first, given his first couple of thoughts, he nodded kissed her on the lips.
Almost an hour had passed after that moment.
Following the untimed inactiveness and delightful shuddering after they'd made intense love in a whole variety of positions, her arms loosened around his neck. The fingertips shyly stroked his cheek as he gazed back with a shared weariness, the both of them caked in sweat and other sticky fluids.
He took that hand, squeezed it gently, and leant down to kiss her lips. The contact lasted fifteen seconds, and then he softly kissed her nose.
The both of them suddenly fell shy at this point, as Roxas took it upon himself to brush aside her hair and cast his gaze once again upon her concealed eye. A smile was in place of any words. The new area he dotted with tender kisses, and a single long kiss upon her eyelid.
Despite fatigue, both of them felt the need for some more action. He was ready to go the extra mile, having the sexual capacity of a whole horde of rutting rhinos.
He redirected his mouth back to hers, and they shared a nice long French kiss as they got back to business.
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"Perfection," Fuu delightfully hummed as she wriggled close and nestled within the circle of his arm.
More so than the word itself and the tone this usually aloof girl used to say it, Roxas was surprised to hear her speak for the first time since they left the train. The surprise wavered fairly quickly to be replaced by a pleasantly humble fizz in his muscles, induced by the warm naked flesh as she pressed up against him.
Absent minded, his fingers stroked her hair as she settled her head down upon his chest. Taking the attention like an affectionate cat, Fuu nuzzled her cheek and nose against his pectorals and kissed his chest on occasion.
After some time of lying around like this in the faintly lit room, Roxas was still trying to figure out what the purpose behind this scenario was. A mind boggling list of reasons flashed in his head, but none of them really held water. Like everyone else, he always assumed that she and Seifer were an item, so this really didn't make sense to him.
Looking down, he realised that she was asleep.
'You should get some sleep, too. Don't think about the morning, just hug her tight and have some pleasant dreams.'
Taking the orders from the little voice in his head, he drifted to sleep.
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The events of the following morning were enlightening. Not only was she still sleeping soundly in his arms when he woke up, but he was finally made privy to the reasons behind this whole affair.
After a spot of breakfast in the kitchen, prepared by Roxas, Fuu provided him with some information along with an interesting set of items from her bag to help illustrate the story.
"Okay, give me a moment to clarify everything you've just told me," he said carefully, inspecting the item in his hands. "This is the coin I gave to you back in primary school, to help cheer you up after you fell from the climbing frame and hurt yourself. I was hanging from the monkey bars at the time, dropped down and came to your aid when you started crying."
Fuu nodded along to the interpretation that had, by far, a lot more words to it than the one she gave. The glossy blue coin, measuring at four inches across, was in a transparent sleeve of a thin leather wallet no bigger than a standard playing card. Looking at the limited mint medallion, sporting the insignia of the Royal King Mickey, triggered the return of his memories.
"You were bleeding… your eye! That's how you received that scar," Unpleasant as it was, Fuu didn't mind him talking about it. "And that's why you were crying, because you badly hurt yourself. I tried to help by hugging you, but that didn't stop you crying…"
For a moment, they looked at each other. Fuu's expression was very sweet. Remembering the hug, even though it didn't dull the pain at the time, it was a lovely gesture.
"I couldn't think of anything else to do," he continued, recalling the moment in time. "But then I remembered I had the coin. It made me happy when my dad gave it to me, so I thought it would make you happy if I gave it to you. You didn't cry as much afterwards, and you did even manage a smile..."
The rest he avoided brining back. When a teacher turned up to check on her, a young hot-headed Seifer said that he saw Roxas push Fuu off the frame. A move of jealousy, perhaps, when he saw the girl with silver hair smile at Roxas when he couldn't even manage to get her to cast a side glance in his direction. Cutting it short, Roxas got into trouble and Fuu's objection to the claim was cast aside when Seifer convinced teachers she was 'scared of being bullied further' if she were to point fingers at the culprit.
It led to wonder why Fuu chose to hang around in Seifer's gang for all the years to follow. Was she afraid Seifer might do something rash against Roxas if she refused and went to him instead, or was it a deliberate 'inside job' to keep the Hell raiser in check to prevent him from trying any more mischievous ploys?
Whichever way it was, it certainly worked. Seifer had mellowed over time, and although still a hot-head on occasion, he wasn't nearly as bad as he was back then. There were times when he actually came across as friendly.
"And ever since then…"
"Infatuation," She finished, her dreamy gaze fixated upon him.
Knowing he was blushing, Roxas looked at another item on the table. This one, he had mixed feelings over. When they first had sex and he discovered it wasn't Fuu's first time, he thought Seifer had been the one who'd popped her cherry. He hadn't, in fact, as Roxas is the first boy she'd ever slept with.
"And this is what you…" He could barely bring himself to go down the route, but it was necessary. "This is what you lost your virginity to. A vibrating sex toy, shaped like a big penis, which you named after me."
It was Fuu's turn to blush. The eight inch dildo on the table was what he referred to. Whether or not he wanted to know, he didn't query as to how and where she got it from.
"Our meeting on the train was..."
"Intended seduction," She finished.
A smile spread across his face. Still, even though he had the feeling she may have been 'involved' with someone else at some point in time, he concluded it wasn't an issue he needed to fret over. Not now that she wished to be his girlfriend. Secret girlfriend, for the time being, or at least until she knew Seifer wouldn't try to intervene in some violent manner or another.
"Although I'd much prefer it not to be kept secret, yes. I'd be honoured to be your boyfriend."
Her usually distant countenance lit up like a Christmas tree. Without restraint, Fuu dived forward to hug him and consequently knocked him back off the chair. Luckily they rolled and the impact was minimal.
For the next hour or so, on the spot where they stopped, they made love on the floor.
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Nearly two summer weeks passed by, and their secret relationship went without a hitch. Every other night they would go out on a date someplace where nobody recognized them, where no one would give a seemingly normal couple a second glance, then Fuu would spend the night over at Roxas' house where they would make love in a whole variety of different ways. Sometimes, even, her other 'little Roxas' would be there to play…
The following mornings would consist of a shared breakfast, including such meal bits as syrupy pancakes, fried eggs and bacon, served fresh off her gorgeous body, and more love making.
On the kitchen table she would lie down, dressed in naught but a pair of plain-coloured panties, moaning in an unimaginably sexy manner as he plopped a couple of crackling fried eggs on her slim belly, a few thick, juicy strips of sizzling bacon upon her breasts and nipples, and the odd chunky frankfurter slipped into her panties. Until her knuckles paled more than her fair skin, she would tightly clutch the closest edges of the rectangular table. The foodstuff was always mildly hot, never enough to burn her, only so far to leave a warm red mark that faded over a short period.
Mounting the table to lurch over her awkwardly twisting body, Roxas would start it with a kiss to her lips, following down her chin and neck until he stopped within her jugular notch. Clasping her generous mounds of flesh with his fingers, catching the meaty strips too, he would tear at the salty bacon like a wild pack animal. Starting from the valley between her breasts, he would then go to either one of her mounds and devour all.
The rate her body trembled during this ritual, and the moans and squeals that escaped her mouth as her hardened nipples often got caught up in his chewing was incredible.
Heading down south afterwards for the eggs was always a treat. Roxas would pop the yolks so the yellow goo would run and trail down the sides of her slim body, then he would take the delightful job of licking them all up. It was his, and her, favourite when the yolk filled her bellybutton. Sucking it out, noisily, deliberately slurping and encircling his tongue inside that little canyon was a joy, especially when her body jolted in reaction.
After nibbling at the whites, consuming them slowly off her abdomen, he would finish up with the still warm frankfurter within her panties. While she watched, he would imitate her actions used when she would pleasure him with her mouth. Licking, sucking, kissing, a little nibbling... and he followed it up by pressing his palm against her panties until the warm sausage slightly lodged itself within her body.
Her back would arch, her moan shuddering, and her thighs would come together to trap his head between her legs. More than happy to be there, he would eat half before getting his hand to push the rest most of the way inside. No chance would she stop wriggling or gasping, until he used his teeth to remove it, and then chewed up and swallowed the remainder with her special coating all over it.
It was Fuu's turn to have breakfast after that. Pancakes and warm maple syrup was her favourite. Five or six of them were placed upon his person, normally the chest and stomach area, and a final one aside on a plate until it was needed.
A big bottle of heated syrup was drizzled over him, messily, and she took her time in cleaning it up.
Imitating his start, Fuu would kiss him albeit she would lay her body on top of him. Sticky goo would squish between their bodies. Remnants would cling to her front, as planned, and then she sat up to straddle him, and her palms would be flat and waving to smear the syrup on his skin.
Both his hands would be busy, too. They'd be running up her sides, smearing amounts of syrup upon her breasts in a manner as if he were polishing her full mounds, stroking her cheeks and playfully teasing her by pretending to offer his fingers to suckle on but instead turning away to brush across her cheek again. She'd catch him, most often, or lick his palms or the edge of his hand.
Throughout, she'd be diving down to take vicious bites out of the pancakes, or tear them up, stick bits into her mouth and put her open lips against his for a competition to see who could get the most. A good, fun game to play, especially as it was messy, the food passed between mouths was mushy and plenty of drool fell from her mouth.
When that final pancake was deemed useful, Fuu would use it like a taco wrap around a particular part of him, and consume it while simultaneously sucking up the syrup. To finish up, they would have sex in the kitchen either on the table, on the floor or on one of the work surfaces.
Whatever syrup was left over, Roxas drizzled it on her buttocks, then licked it all up. Of course, a sticky mess they always were, they needed to wash up. That's when they would take advantage of the bath or shower room, soap each other up and have even more sex.
Everything was going fine. They were happy, and their friends were none the wiser. That was true, however, until the couple decided to do it in a cubicle at a public restroom, where Olette just happened to be unbeknownst to them.
Or unbeknownst to Roxas, at least...
The brunette's hands shook unsteadily and her expression was like that of a witness to a paranormal encounter. She was in the stall next to them, and she could hear it all. All the moans, the whisper of names and familiar voices that helped her identify them, the indecent bodily squelches... she was privy to it all.
Whether acting on impulse or through impatience in waiting to get home, Fuu pretty much pulled him into the girl's restroom and shoved him into an empty cubicle. The lack of question and resistance was testament to his mutual feelings. Literally seconds after that door was locked, he'd unbelted his baggy cargos and dropped them down to his ankles.
Swifter than a bird borne on the wind, Fuu had also dropped her Capri trousers and threw herself on him. A difference in height and weight meant for nothing as her small figure knocked him to the back wall with ease. Pale fingers clasping his collar tight, she really pressed into him as their lips feverishly massaged together. Short pauses for breath were occasional, often loud, and wet smacking noises could be heard as their tongues fought in a vicious twirl for dominance.
Roxas kept one hand on the nape of her neck while the other rested on her buttock, tenderly squeezing with clawed fingers, and the thumb slipped beneath the elasticised leg opening to stroke the skin.
In the stall next door, Olette's expression hadn't changed until the moment she realised what her hand had unconsciously been doing. Oh God, she was getting off on listening to this!
She put her hand to her mouth and shut her eyes, like a person who felt queasy or trying desperately to stifle an involuntary noise, and shuddered from the ice cold sensation running up along her spine. Hearing her friend next door, doing such naughty things, turned her on.
Olette whimpered. She realised her hand wasn't entirely out of her control, yet she did nothing to stop it.
'Ro-Roxas...' She struggled to keep her voice below a whisper, moaning the name of the boy she admired. 'I-I... can't believe... you're... so close...'
For a long time now, Olette had an affectionate leaning towards her friend. Masturbation wasn't an activity she was new to. Quite regularly, in fact, she touched herself as countless wild fantasies involving him flashed wildly through her mind. The setup of her lonely 'hobby' was fairly simple; on her bed, late at night, sweaty naked body writhing upon the sheets in yearn for release and his photograph on the pillow next to her head.
She wished for him to feel the same way. Now he was less than a couple of feet away, on the opposite side of a cheap, card thin wall, doing all kinds of dirty things with another girl. Did the concept dampen her spirits?
Like heck it did. It did make her feel a little envious of Fuu, though. Not hateful, just envious.
"Why... do you... keep doing this... to me?"
Who that was directed to was unclear, as was its true meaning. Was she talking to Roxas, or even perhaps Fuu?
'Discover me,' she thought. 'I'll make a noise for you to find me, and...'
Olette couldn't keep her thoughts going for long before they trailed off and cut off cold. Part of it was down to basic nerves, the other part was an undying fear. One possibility if he discovered her in here, begging to him to take her right here and now, was he would take great pleasure in the offer, mount her and strip her of her virginity. The other possibility, the one she feared, was if he looked down upon her in disgust and left her alone, ashamed and humiliated, never to speak to her again.
That was the fear that stopped her.
Over twenty minutes passed with Roxas and Fuu getting jiggy with it. Olette was amazed by Roxas' energy, and judging by the sounds being bucked out of Fuu, he was damn good at it. She continued to listen in, even though they'd stopped.
A few extra minutes to recompose themselves passed by, and they stepped out of the cubicle. Roxas was a lot more cautious, more fidgety and anxious to get out than the calm and collected Fuu, plainly because he was in the ladies restroom where he shouldn't be.
"Enjoy?"
"To say the least," He kissed her on the cheek. "Doing it in a public place is an adrenaline pumping extravaganza and I wouldn't mind doing it more often... however, I think I should get out of here quick before someone walks in and finds me in here. The last thing I want is for my parents to receive a phone call from the police telling them their son had been caught hanging around the women's loos."
"The danger of getting caught. That's all part of the thrill when it comes to having sex out in a public place," came a humoured voice from a stall a few doors down. "Otherwise, it's just the same old boring shagging you'd do at home. The extra spice makes everything nice."
The click of the rotary lock echoed in the porcelain tiled room and the door opened wide. Leaning casually against the frame, with a million-munny smile on her young face, stood the owner of the town's accessory store.
"I'll let you both now that I heard everything that just transpired. Now, I have nothing against either of you, but I could very easily tell someone..."
The look in her eyes and the tone of her voice suggested she was after something, or rather someone, in return for discretion. Roxas was a favourite customer of hers and she thought he was a damn right cutie, and from what she could hear he was also blessed with great stamina and skill in the physical love business. Not to say she was desperate, even though it had been a while since she last had a bit, but this was quite a golden opportunity for her to show him just how good her 'customer relations' were.
"Deal," Fuu said without a blink, much to a panicking Roxas' surprise.
"Wha-what? Now hold on for just one minute-"
The objection fell on deaf ears. He was already being shoved towards the grinning twenty-something by a force far greater than you'd expect from such a skinny girl.
"Hah ha ha, thank you sweetie," The young woman laughed boisterously as she tugged Roxas back into the cubicle and locked the door. "Hearing you got at it has made me so wet and horny, you wouldn't believe it. Let's have you, then!"
You could already hear the rough way she was going about business, including the muffled moans from a kiss and the jingling of belts being undone. The entire framework of the stalls shook, too. On occasion he would cry out in pain and she'd be cackling, and he would beg her to stop being so rough with particular tender areas.
With a smile of her own, Fuu glided quite innocently towards the one she and Roxas formerly occupied, passed it by and stopped outside the one next to it. She rapped the knuckle of her index finger on the door, which didn't open until a few hesitant seconds later.
Face to face, she met with a slightly terrified Olette. And this wouldn't be the first time. Saying nothing, merely spreading her lips into a sinister smile, she walked in and closed the door behind her.
Whatever happened in there, whatever conversation or otherwise went on, was drowned out by the sexual gasps, overjoyed laughter and Roxas' terrible cries of 'oh criminy, oh sweet red britches of king Mickey!'.
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That's the first chapter in this lime adventure. If you're interested in reading the uncensored, sex-heavy version, check out my FF profile for a link to my profiles on other websites.
