Chapter 1
Brock didn't know when it would happen. He didn't know when he would wake up, in bed, next to Misty without any clothes on and he'd finally find some relief, but he hoped it would happen soon because he was becoming impatient.
The two of them had been dating for almost six months now, and though they had taken advantage of the few heated moments ,when Ash wasn't around, to steal a kiss or he'd get the chance to see a little bit of forbidden skin, she would always back out. Brock was fine with that, but he was beginning to think she was a tease.
Yet, she kept her innocence and that was one of the things that was so alluring to him. She still giggled like a schoolgirl when he placed a kiss on her neck or shoulder. She recoiled in surprise when he'd show her just how excited she made him, but she never gave in to him and that was one of the things that kept him interested.
This morning he was dreaming about that very thing. Kissing her. Touching her. Going further than just kissing and touching and teasing. He was inside her, having the best sex he had ever had in his life until his alarm pulled him away from it and he woke up in bed all alone, clutching on to the end up his bed and sweating profusely.
He was so turned on that it ached when he sat up and hoped that Misty would soon give into his advances. He could only relieve himself so many times before it got boring.
Misty and Ash slept through his alarm, so it was up to him to wake them up. Misty had unconsciously shielded her eyes away from the sun and Ash snored loudly across the room. Brock smiled a little and decided to wake Misty up first, like he always did, because it was one of those rare moments when Ash wasn't breathing down their necks.
"Misty, wake up," his voice was a rough whisper as he shook her softly in her sleep.
She moaned slightly and moved away from him, saying something he couldn't understand and falling immediately back into her slumber. He smiled a little and crawled into bed next to her, running his hands over her hips and back and kissing her shoulders.
Misty opened her eyes and sighed at the pleasurable feeling of his lips and his hands on her skin. She turned around to face him and he kissed her gently, to slowly bring her senses out of sleep and make her rethink whatever was making her hold out on him for so long.
He kissed her until he was painfully aroused again, pushing himself against her bare thighs and moaning softly into her mouth. He felt her tense up, probably out of fear, and then he heard the faint sound of her phone ringing in her backpack.
"Should I answer it?" She asked, as if she had to take all directions from him.
"I think you should shut it up before it wakes up Ash and we have to cut this short," he responded, kissing her waist as she leaned over him to reach her backpack on the floor and retrieve her cell phone.
Misty read the screen and almost froze. It was her sisters calling, and she didn't have a clue as to what they wanted.
"It's my sisters. It will only take a minute," she said, opening the phone, leaving Brock feeling a little neglected, but most of all, horny out of his mind. He played with the hem of her sleep shirt and admired the way it hugged tightly to her waist.
"Hello?" she answered, sounding frustrated. Brock wanted to believe it was because she was planning on going further with him if the call had been unimportant.
"You're kidding!" Misty said, sounding surprised. "Are you sure?…Yea…but you know how…she does?"
He was now staring at her from his position on the bed as she sat on her knees in front of him with her phone to her ear. He was curious to what the phone call was about.
"OK, I'll ask the boys if they'd like to come with me. Alright, bye," she said, hanging up and flopping the phone back into her backpack before looking over at Brock with that innocent look she always gave him before she wanted something from him.
"Brock?"
He smiled slyly and let her slide back into his embrace.
"Yes?"
"My sister's told me that my mother is coming into town. I haven't seen her in so long, and she's really wanting to see me. I want to go back to Cerulean today, but I don't want to force you and Ash to go with me, I'd return to you guys in a few days. It's just I haven't seen her in a really long time…" she looked up at him, pleadingly.
"I'll go with you, if you want me, too. Even if Ash doesn't," Brock said, smiling, hoping that Ash wouldn't.
"You would? Really? I mean, I don't want you to take time out of your studies or anything for me," Misty told him, sitting up and covering her self with a blanket.
"You're my girlfriend, Misty. I'd do anything for you. Besides, I'd like to meet your mother. I am dating you, it's only right that I meet my future mother-in-law," He sat up and kissed her on the cheek, causing her to blush.
Ash stirred in his sleep and saw that his friends were already up and getting dressed. He yawned and rubbed his eyes.
"Why are you two always up before I am? Ever since you two started dating I've been feeling like a third wheel!" Ash complained, sleepily, running his fingers through his messy black hair.
Brock laughed and lifted his backpack off the floor.
"No, Ash. You've always been the front wheel, Misty and I have been the two back wheels that keep you from falling on your face," he said, jokingly, leaving Ash to sit in his bed and stew.
"Ash," Misty said, walking up to him. "I need to go back to Cerulean City. My mother is coming in to see us girls and she especially wants to see me since she hasn't seen me since I was twelve! Do you want to come with us?"
Brock stood behind Misty, shaking his head vigorously at Ash. Misty kept her back turned and Ash hid the grin from her view.
"Nah, I have to get my next badge and catch new Pokemon. You and Brock just go, I'll see you guys in a few days," Ash said, knowing what Brock was planning on, and he somewhat hated him for it.
What was it about girls and sex that drove a guy like that crazy? That was all Brock thought about since he started dating Misty, was how to get her into bed, and kissing her and touching her. Ash just didn't get it. Misty was a great friend, and she wasn't bad-looking, but Brock was completely obsessed with having sex with her.
"I hope I never get hormonal like that, Pikachu," Ash told his little yellow rodent as he got dressed. "C'mon, buddy! Let's go!"
"Pika!" It squealed and ran out of the room.
