(For those of you who read my stuff frequently, you probably figured I'd do this eventually. The girls are teens here, so don't get you pants in a knot too bad over it. lol).
Robin was losing her patience.
It had been years since she and the tough-as-nails Powerpuff had entered a romantic relationship. Recently, she'd begun to experience an instance of Deja vu: where the tomboy would leave her at the moment where they'd finally gotten time to spend together. She figured this sorta thing would happen when they got together. So the saying goes: Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Coming close to finishing high school, the girls knew they'd have little time to enjoy together, preparing for the exams and sorting out placements for college. That being Robin was going to college. The green hued puff was taking an alternative route in life and wanting to go into entrepreneurship. No way was she gonna be someone else's lackey. If there was going to be a boss, it was going to be herself. In short, unless they were living together, the chances of seeing one another were going to be a heck of a lot slimmer.
The desperation was only made worse by the sheer fact that as of late, the chocolate haired teen was beginning to fantasize rather intimately about the Powerpuff Girl. Most girls in class had already discussed their first time in the locker rooms, where eavesdropping was unavoidable, one or two admitting to having to drop out of academia, because they were pregnant. It was scary. As the days went on, Robin found herself gradually seeping out of her usual self: often per-occupied, quiet and well behaved, she was having moments where it was too much and she'd take time out during the school day to go to the bathroom and masturbate. Why did it have to be so frustrating? She was so worried about 'being a nuisance' or 'being a waste of time' when Buttercup could be studying or saving the day from retched creatures hellbent on mashing the city into rubble. Now, Robin had held it out too long. Buttercup was going to be hers alone tonight.
"What's up, Robin?" came the standard greeting. Over the years, Buttercup's voice had become unintentionally sultry to the maiden's ears. It was rather low, deep, in comparison to the squeak-toy cheerleaders and made the butterflies in the 'normie's' chest flutter all the more rapidly.
"P-pretty good. Come in" she offered.
Mr and Mrs Snyder were out for the weekend, leaving Robin in charge of the house. A frail old Ginger gave a crackly, delighted murmur as a greeting, losing her ability to give and enthusiastic meow long ago.
As, the door closed, the eager teen snatched ahold of the tomboy and brought her into a hard kiss, surprising the puff no doubt, but who didn't think once to pull away from the embrace. Keeping it soft, sweet, Buttercup caressed the girl's hair, holding her close. Despite reciprocating the gesture, it was clear the heroine was attempting to keep the moment 'innocent', however Robin had grown tired of waiting and delved in, nipping the rebel's bottom lip and slipping her tongue rather aggressively into the tomboy's mouth.
Apparently, the switch had been flicked and Buttercup withdrew an erotic groan, low enough to be perceived as a growl, which served to arouse Robin even further, and she pushed the hazel haired gal onto the living room couch, letting her beautiful locks splay messily on the material.
Seeing the elevating heat and tension in the moment, Ginger took it upon herself to latch onto the curtains with her claws and pull them shut. Murmuring again, she made her way upstairs to give the lovers some privacy.
Chewing her lip, excited but admittedly half afraid, Robin stared longingly up at Buttercup, who returned the gaze rather sternly. The tomboy wriggled her shoulders to allow for her leather coat to slip off and down her arms, letting her cast it aside with ease and maintained a rather aggressive expression, a firm frown that was accompanied by a fierce blush. There was no need for words.
Both of them had wanted this for so long, but with their duties, their responsibilities, they had to put each others needs and their own on hold. Too much time had delayed them and this moment was particularly intense and filled with rich, vivid details that were being mentally drank in to savor this precious time.
Before Buttercup had gone further to undress, Robin's thirst broke through and she clamored and crawled on the couch quickly to lift the other girl's shirt and nuzzle and press kisses to her smooth tummy hungrily, causing the boisterous raven haired babe to moan, allowing for her hips to buck slightly, at the rapidly growing arousal inside her. The eagerness and determination in the beautiful femme rattled her brain, ridding her slightly of anticipations of what their first time would be like. She imagined Robin would be so passive and timid, a precious girl as delicate as china, resting against fresh pink linen surrounded by petals, candles and gentle aroma of rose and lavender. She'd be afraid to tamper with and hurt her, but at the same time, would be influenced to tease and torment her, so as to hear her adorable feminine cries. However, in this case, their expressions were more lustful, hungry and bold. It would nonetheless still be an amazing memory. The abandon of overly romanticized ideals were honestly kind of a relief to the tomboy and she grinned, now imagining how raw and rough their love making was going to be.
Robin was eating the Powerpuff alive, yanking up her lime-green shirt and pulling down her bootleg jeans, unwrapping her hastily like a present for her birthday. Rather startled by the pace, the tomboy smirked and aided the girl in her mission, yanking down her jeans to her ankles, along with her panties, causing the normie to gasp and for her face to fill up with beet red in astonishment. The smell of Buttercup's pussy hit her hard and, driven by the mood, the Powerpuff guided her face to her crotch. Obediently, the chocolate haired teen began to lick at the exposed area, taking the clit into her mouth to suck with delicious moans and whimpers. The girl smiled, hearing the Powerpuff's grunts and growls and grabbed her waist, bobbing her head back and forth on her bud.
It was amazing. Feeling Robin explore her so adventurously, so confidently, made the tomboy shiver pleasantly and she gazed down with a fierce flush, her hand stroking the girl's hair. Moans emitted from the teen vibrated through the sensitive organ and Buttercup let out a low moan.
"Nnngh... your tongue... use more of your tongue" snarled the raven haired gal, snatching a fist full of Robin's gorgeous hair and holding it aside, to see her girlfriend pretty, baby blue eyes look up at her.
It was so adorable, so sexy and the submissive girl obliged and stopped sucking to lap at the tomboy's soaked lips. Her own were thoroughly soaked and Robin also growled, cutely, quickly unfastening her belt buckle to her skinny jeans and delving her velvet paws inside to please herself. Her core throbbed with desire, begging for the 'toughest-fighter' to take her. She didn't just want to be made love to, she wanted to be ravaged. She wanted to be fucked.
Soon, Robin found her muzzle caked with sweet fluids and the green eyed gal held her away with a series of ecstatic panting. Buttercup was close, but she didn't want to finish just yet...
End of Part One
(How's that? Want more? If so, let me know and I'll get to work on the next chapter)