Story inspired by real events by my dear friend and supporter, Kari.
Pan sat at her house, her hands wretched together impatiently waiting the evening ahead of her. It had been nearly a year since she had seen her uncle- Goten and Trunks had been backpacking the world the entire time. Apparently, it was all for "research" for their "jobs", but Pan had her suspicions that the two friends just needed a break from Capsule Corp. and all of the work that came with being President and COO. Trunks had gotten Goten a job there years ago, but he proved to actually have a decent work ethic and the two had run the corporation smoothly ever since.
She tugged down on her skirt awkwardly, trying to make sure the black spandex wasn't riding completely up her thighs. She knew why she was actually nervous and it had nothing to do with seeing her uncle.
She had had a massive crush on Trunks since she was kid. She used to obsessively follow him around, planning their future wedding and potential names for their children. However, as she got older, she realized more and more that age was not simply just a number. The 12-year age gap proved to be just a bit much for the previously underage girl. But now she was a woman- she was 21- basically legal for everything! She had been waiting for this for over a decade. She was finally ready to possibly maybe make a move.
Ok, probably not. But a little flirting never hurt, right?
Besides, Trunks had been single ever since his trip abroad. This was the perfect opportunity for some harmless flirting. Hence, why she squeezed her small, athletic body into a tight black skirt and a white lace crop top. Sure, she was probably a little overdressed, but she was thrilled to finally be hitting the bars with the older boys.
Her thoughts were cut short by her phone vibrating excitedly. Nearly tossing her device in the air, she checked hurriedly who was calling. To her dismay, it was only Bulla, her best friend.
"Bulla, are the boys back?" She answered, not even bothering to say hello.
"Jeez, Pan, hello to you, too." Her friend said sarcastically.
"Sorry, I'm just a little nervous for tonight. Maybe this whole thing is putting me a bit on edge." Pan covered her face with her hands, leaning on the table in front of her.
"Ha, it's alright. Yeah, the boys are back. Trunks is taking a shower and then I think they're heading over to your place to get you. What are you wearing? I'm thinking about putting my fake I.D. to good use and coming out, too. Andrew wants to meet my brother, anyway." Bulla blabbed. Andrew was her current pretty boy flame and although they had been dating for six months, it was hard to believe Bulla would take anything seriously. She bounced around from guy to guy faster than any girl she had known. Perhaps this one was different if she wanted him to meet Trunks.
"Girl, doesn't everyone on Earth know you're not 21? Don't get yourself in trouble..." Pan teased her friend.
"Hng! I'll be completely fine! Being the daughter of Bulma Briefs means you KNOW I can get whatever I want." Pan could hear Bulla's mischievous smile through the phone. She did have a point. Even though every bar in town knew the heiress was only 19, she was lucky to have an unlimited amount of money to pay off any bouncer she wanted to. Plus, it helped that she looked about 25. Pan was nearly a year and a half older and still looked like she was 15. She had inherited her mother's boyish figure...along with her dad's incredible Saiyan strength.
Most people thought she was a boy until she was at least 18. She had finally come into her body this year, but it wasn't by much. Luckily for her, she had learned how to dress herself after years of dressing like a fighter. She had her girlish best friend to thank for that.
"I'm in that freaking tiny skirt I borrowed from you and I can barely breathe." Pan huffed.
Bulla chuckled, "That's because you have an ass! All those squats have done you good, girl!"
Bulla may have been a bit of a wild child ever since she gave up fighting, but she was undoubtedly an amazing friend. She was always looking for ways to keep Pan's confidence up.
Suddenly, Pan heard his voice in the background. Trunks. It was muffled and she wasn't 100% sure what he was saying, but it was definitely him. The two had only stayed in contact through a few scattered messages during his sabbatical. Damn, was it nice to hear his low tone again.
"Uhuh, ok. Hey, Pan? Trunks and Goten are on their way! I'm gonna meet up with you guys later. They seem pretty excited to see you..." Bulla chirped knowingly. Every girl had a crush on her brother at some point, but Pan's was always consistent.
"Shut up, Bulla. Text me later." The two hung up promptly, and Pan began fidgeting even more.
"Pan! Can you come here?" She heard her father call from the living room. She stood up and made her way towards him, pulling on her skirt even more.
"Yeah, dad?"
He was sitting on the couch in front of a roaring fireplace, a book in his hand, her mother napping gently on his lap.
"Just wanted to take a look at my beautiful girl before her first big night on the town. I'm glad Goten and Trunks can be the first to take you out for your birthday! Seems fitting. I did the same for those boys on their big 2-1." Gohan hummed, nostalgia filling his eyes.
Her birthday had actually been a week ago, but she had waited patiently for the boys to come home to finally celebrate. That proved to be a difficult task when your best friend is Bulla Briefs, notorious rich party girl.
"Yeah, I heard aaaall about those crazy times from Uncle Goten..." She winked.
"Of course you did..." He blushed, remembering some of the wild things they did all those years ago.
"Well, I'm gonna go wait for the guys now. I'll try to be home early if you'd like." She kissed her father on the forehead.
"Stay out all night if you want! Just please text us every once in awhile, ok? You know how your mama worries." He stroked the hair of his slumbering wife, moving a strand away from her face.
Pan smiled at her parents. She had never really gone through the bitchy-teen-phase and was always close with them. She loved them and she loved how much they still loved each other.
The chime of the doorbell interrupted their moment as Pan almost jumped out of her skirt.
"Gohan! We're here to ruin your daughter!" Goten yelled through the house, apparently letting himself in.
"Go. Be safe." Gohan smiled once more, deciding not to stir his wife and remain on the couch. He'd see Goten and Trunks another day.
Pan sprinted out of the room and into the foyer. Waiting by the door were her two favorite guys: Goten was clad in light wash denim and a purple polo shirt. His hair was more tame than the last time she saw him, but it still stuck out pretty intensely to one side. A shiver passed through her spine as her eyes rested on Trunks. His hair hadn't changed in years, but his face only grew more handsome as he aged. He was wearing black jeans and a pale blue button up. His sleeves were rolled three-quarters up his forearm, just enough to show off some of his delicious looking muscles.
"Uncle Goten!" She slid her arms around his waist, hugging her relative close to her.
"Dende, Pan, aren't you all dressed up?" Goten pulled her off of him to check out her small outfit. "You look almost identical to Videl! It's wild. Trunks, look at our little baby all grown up!" Her uncle turned her around to face Trunks.
It looked almost as if he was...
...checking her out?
She could not have made this up if she tried, as Trunks's eyes looked her up and down.
"Are we sure that's even little Pan?" Trunks said, wearing his signature sexy smirk.
"Oh, ha ha, REAL funny, guys-" before she knew what was happening, Trunks lifted her into a hug, spinning her once in a circle before placing her back down to her now shaking feet.
"It's great to see you. Oh, and happy belated! We ready to tear up Satan City?" Trunks looked over her shoulder at his friend. "We gotta have as much fun as possible until Bulla decides to attack us with her new boyfriend." He rolled his eyes, obviously not entertained by the idea.
"First things first..." Goten pulled a beaded necklace out of his back pocket. Hanging from the end was a black shot glass with the numbers 21 bedazzled on the front. "This is so you can take a free shot at every bar we go to!"
Pan gulped. "How many bars can there be in this city?"
The half-Saiyans looked at each other, exchanging excited glances.
"A lot. Let's go!" Trunks linked arms with Pan as she felt her heart beat frantically in her chest.
Something was odd about Trunks tonight. He had never been so forward with her in the past, and there was an obvious tension between the two. She just prayed her uncle didn't notice. Maybe something was bound to happen between them! But, suddenly she wasn't so sure if she was ready.
Trunks eyed her from his height advantage, noticing her nervousness as they walked to the Capsule Corp. vehicle awaiting them. He opened the back door for her, sliding inside next to her. Goten chose to sit up front with the driver, leaving the two pretty close together in the small backseat. Goten began chatting to the chauffeur about all the spots they needed to hit up in a timely matter.
While he was distracted, Trunks leaned in toward Pan, his breath hot on her ear as he asked, "Why so nervous? We'll take care of you." He slipped a comforting hand on her bare thigh and she felt her entire body tense up even more.
Breathe, Pan. Breathe.
She tried to curb her jitteriness and fake a confident air. Using all of the might she could summon, she snaked an arm around around his, matching his closeness. One wrong move, and their lips would be meeting in the backseat of this car.
"I'm not nervous. At all." She whispered, her eyes fluttering. Yeah, she could pull it together if she really wanted to.
"We're here, come on, nerds!" Goten shouted from the front seat causing Trunks and Pan to break their touch, pulling as far away from each other as the car would allow. Luckily, Goten hadn't turned around, but instead jumped out of the vehicle immediately.
Trunks smiled once more at Pan before exiting himself. He stretched a hand out for her to take, as any gentleman would. Their contact lingered a bit after she had stood up, and she found herself cold once his warmth left her palm.
They finally entered their first bar, Trunks and Goten simply walking right in. Pan, of course, got carded, but she didn't care. For the first time, she actually had a legal I.D.! It felt nice to shove that in the bouncer's face.
The bar wasn't super busy yet, being only 8pm. Things didn't usually get heated until 10, but they wanted to make sure to go to as many places as possible.
"Someone get my niece a drink! She's finally 21!" Goten slammed his credit card on the bar. Soon, he began chatting it up with the bartender who he apparently knew from college. Goten was always making friends everywhere he went. He was extremely social, and while Trunks was as well, he was much more reserved. Or rather, he usually was.
It only took a few minutes before some conventionally hot chick came up and started flirting with Trunks. Pan felt anger well up in her tiny frame. This was her birthday party and she hadn't seen these two in a year! This bitch better back off.
Before she could actually throw a fit, Trunks seemed to have let the girl down, pointing a finger in Pan's direction. Was he talking about her? Was he telling this girl no...because of her? Her heart was throbbing in her throat at this point, and she swallowed her feelings hard.
She quickly sat down at one of the high top tables, followed shortly by Trunks. Goten showed up a few seconds later with a tray of several different shots- 8 in total!
"Goten, doesn't that seem like a bit much for just three of us?" Pan pressed her lips together, anxiety bubbling in her stomach.
"Four of us." Goten pointed behind Pan. She spun around to see Marron entering the bar. The short, stocky daughter of Krillin and 18 was still as beautiful as ever. She always enjoyed Marron, even though they didn't stay in touch much. She was quite a bit older, and really only came around to flirt with Goten. Pan and Bulla had money down on when those two would hook up. It was bound to happen eventually and the sooner the better!
Marron came around and gave Pan a side hug, squeezing her a little and pecking her on the cheek, "Happy birthday, Panny! I'm so happy we can all get together for your descent into adulthood!"
"Thanks, Marron! Im glad you could make it!" She genuinely smiled. This evening was looking to be more and more fun. Dangerous, but fun.
"Alright, enough. Shot time!" Goten interrupted, picking up the glass in a motion to cheers, "To Pan, my little niece who finally grew up!"
"Happy birthday!" The random people behind them cheered. Goten certainly had a big mouth.
Pan lifted the shot to her lips, a distinct smell of cinnamon filling her nostrils. She finally tossed her head back, the liquid burning down her throat. She had drank a little in high school and undergrad, but she had never had a shot like this before.
Before she knew what was happening, they were taking their second round of shots. Then their third. Trunks eventually left to get actual drinks for everyone, and Pan was left to watch Marron play with Goten's hair as he left a limp hand on the small of her back. If they got together tonight, Pan would win the bet! She could only hope Bulla would finally owe her money.
She felt her face growing hot with the alcohol running through her. It took Saiyans quite a bit more liquor to actually affect them due to their fast metabolisms, but Pan was only a quarter-Saiyan. And she was already feeling tipsy. She had to slow down. If anything were to happen with her and Trunks tonight, she wanted to be able to remember it.
When he finally returned with the cocktails, he leaned down once again to speak softly in her ear, "Pan, you also have a free shot waiting for you up at the bar when you bring your necklace. I'll go with you if you want."
She felt the hair on her neck stick straight up. "Y-yeah, let's get it. Goten, Marron, we'll be..." The two were clearly not listening, talking quietly to each other. "Never mind then." She chuckled, hopping down from her stool to follow Trunks through the now crowded bar.
"Sam, I believe you owe this young lady a drink." Trunks pulled gently at the beads around her neck, his hands close to touching her throat. She gulped instinctively, hoping he didn't notice.
"Still chasing after the kids, are we, Trunks? You always liked 'em young." The bartender howled at his own joke.
"Oh, shut up and get the lady her shot. Give her Rumple Minz this time." He glared for a second before turning towards Pan and removing her necklace from around her neck. She blinked hard at him. She would give just about anything to throw her arms around him and kiss him with all her might. The more she drank, the more the urges began taking over.
The bartender returned with her plastic cup filled up to the brim along with an extra glass for Trunks.
"Cheers, again, Panny." Trunks hooked his arm around hers as they took their shots.
"Oh my Dende, what the hell was that?!" Pan coughed.
He tossed his head back, roaring with laughter, "Guess you don't like that one. Ok, we'll try something else at the next bar." Trunks grabbed a napkin and wiped the inside of the shot glass before carefully putting it back around her neck. He paused once it was on, twirling the back of the beads, his finger gently knuckling her neck. They made eye contact once again and she felt that tension between them build up even more.
"C'mon, guys! On to the next bar!" Marron yelled, their moment ruined.
The next few bars were a bit of a blur to Pan. It was the same thing at each one: shots, followed by drinks, followed by her free shot with Trunks. By this time it was nearly 11, and she had yet to hear from Bulla. But with her newfound lack of inhibitions, Pan decided now was the time to start dancing. She led Marron out to the dance floor and began rocking out to an obscure techno song. The girls twirled each other around as Goten and Trunks observed.
It wasn't long before Trunks elbowed his friend and pointed to Marron, winking slyly.
"I'll do it if you do." Goten rolled his eyes over towards Pan who was excitedly gyrating her body to the beat.
"Dude. She's like my little sister." Trunks playfully punched Goten.
"Yeah, riiiight. I don't believe that for a second. I'm not as clueless as you think." Goten smirked. "Besides, dancing never killed anyone, did it?"
"Only when it's the fusion dance against an enemy." Trunks shrugged, embracing the opportunity to get out on the dance floor.
The guys walked over to the flailing girls, Goten being a bit more forward in wrapping his arms around Marron's waist, grinding up against her from behind.
Trunks simply turned Pan to face him, grabbing a hold of her hands and dancing innocently. She was a bit taken back by his intrusion, but she went with it. Although, this was not the type of dancing she was in the mood for. She instead pressed herself against his body, his hands still in hers, and began rocking into him. He kept the rhythm going, but knew he was getting a little too excited from her body rolls against his lower half. He'd have to take a break soon or this could end very badly.
Would it even be that bad, though?
Luckily, he was saved by the sudden impact of his little sister hugging Pan from behind.
Pan and Bulla screamed and embraced as if they hadn't just seen each other a few days prior. Trunks welcomed the interruption gladly.
"You look so cute!"
"You are so pretty, look at that ass, girl!"
"Is Andrew here? Let's get shots!"
"Are you DRUNK, Pan? I'm so proud of you!"
Trunks left the conversation to get himself and Pan some water. He really didn't want to get her wasted as much as Goten did, he just kinda wanted to be with her. It was strange, he had never given Pan a second look before tonight, having had a hand in basically raising her and always having a huge age gap between them. But he was no fool, he could feel something was different between them. But why now?
When he returned to the dance floor with cups of water, he found Pan standing off to the side, mouth agape. Trunks cocked his head before looking in the direction of her shock to find Goten and Marron tonguing each other in the middle of the bar. Dende help him. He sighed, joining Pan in her distance from the two dry humping in public.
"Here. Just so you can keep going a bit longer." Trunks handed her the water, and she took it graciously.
"Guess Bulla owes me money...I've never won a bet in my life!" Pan giggled.
"Please, if Bulla bet it would take any longer than this, she's nuts." He smiled.
"Trunks! I want you to meet Andrew and WHAT IN THE HELL IS HAPPENING OVER THERE?" Bulla's jaw dropped, her head looking like it was about to spin off her body.
"You owe me money is what's happening! 1,000 zeny, please!" Pan stuck out her hand, flashing her friend a toothy smile.
"They couldn't have kept it in their pants for another year? Seriously? Fine. Here. You win." Bulla opened her small purse and pulled out the exact change. Only Bulla would walk around stocked full of zeny. Pan's family obviously had money from her Grandpa Satan, but it was nothing compared to the Briefs.
"I'm shocked dad let you leave the house looking like that, squirt." Trunks changed the subject, eyeing his little sister with horror. She was clad in a small lace bandeaux, her full breasts popping out of the top. Her matching black skirt left little to the imagination as well, nearly her entire stomach showing. There was no way she could even bend over in that.
"That's because dad doesn't see me every second of every day, Trunks." She twirled a finger around her long, turquoise hair. "He and mom were plenty preoccupied when I made my exit." She added matter-of-factly.
Pan felt her shots boil in her stomach at the thought. The Briefs family were all pretty open about their sexuality, but she was NOT used to that at all.
"Bulla, gross, please!" Pan spat. Bulla laughed heartily at her friend's reaction before reaching for her boyfriend's hand.
"Trunks, meet Andrew. Andrew, my brother Trunks!" Bulla tossed his hand in her brother's.
The two began chatting casually and Pan decided now was the time to talk to her friend about her odd evening. She found she was slurring her words pretty badly, and it took a ton of focus for her to get what she wanted to say out.
"Bulla, did you say something to Trunks? About me? He's been...I don't know...touchy?" She finally spat, proud of her cohesive sentence.
Bulla's face lit up with excitement, her smile growing wider and wider, "Wait, is something going on with you two, is that what you're trying to tell me?"
"I don't know, but it's not like nothing is going on? If that makes sense?" She stumbled over her thoughts, her blood pumping ferociously through her veins.
Bulla began frantically shaking her friend, "I have been waiting for this literally my entire life! I'll get Andrew away from him, you need to keep it up! Wait, you should spend the night at my house! More likely something might actually happen." She winked.
"Calm down, nothing is gonna happen! ...but if you want to take Andrew to dance, I wouldn't be mad..." Pan blushed.
Bulla didn't hesitate for a second, pulling her boyfriend away from Trunks and onto the dance floor near where Goten and Marron were still dancing. Pan scooted her way back to Trunks's side.
"You feeling ok?" He looked down to her, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Yeah, the water definitely helped, I think. I'm kind of worried about going home though. I'd hate if my dad saw me like this..." She prompted, her liquid courage talking for her.
Trunks took the bait. "You can come back to Capsule Corp. with us. If Bulla even makes it home." He shuddered at the sight of his sister and friends all getting a little too wild.
"She has to. Vegeta would flip if she didn't come home. He's as protective of her as ever-" Pan almost choked on her water as Trunks's hand slid down her shoulder and made its way to her lower back.
"If you're getting tired, we can go back to my place in the complex. Keep the good vibes going." He said nonchalantly, keeping his face forward.
Trunks had officially invited her back to his house.
She felt her stomach twist in knots as her nerves took over her body once again. Trunks had obviously moved out of the main house in the Capsule Corp. complex, but in order to stay close to work, he only moved a few feet away from his folks. It gave him the privacy he needed as a 33 year old bachelor while still keeping him close to his family.
"I think I'd like that," Pan finally managed to say, her voice surprisingly steady. "I'm ready when you are."
Trunks took another look at his friends. He didn't want to just disappear, but the thought of telling Goten what he was really doing made him incredibly uncomfortable. Plus, he was not about to stop that make out session. He instead pulled out his phone and sent a brief text, "Taking Pan home, she's tired. I'll send the car service back when I'm done. Good luck tonight, bro."
That seemed vague enough for Trunks's liking, and he quickly led Pan out of the bar. Bulla caught her best friend's eye before they exited and managed to hold out a thumbs up. Pan gulped again.
Trunks once again followed Pan to the backseat of the car, telling the driver to take them back to his place. The driver eyed the purple-haired man curiously, but Trunks shot him a glare that quickly stopped him from any questioning.
Pan began playing with her chin-length, black hair out of anxiousness. Although she felt the liquor move through her nicely, this was still not how she expected her night to go. Trunks leaned down and pulled two bottles of water from beneath the seats, handing one to her.
"Just want to make sure you don't get sick in the morning."
She blushed at the gesture before a thought came to her. What if he was giving her all of this water to sober her up so she wouldn't make a move on him? Was he taking her back to his place just to keep her safe? Maybe this was the pseudo-big-brother she always had. This idea was putting a serious damper on her night.
Her thoughts were demolished when Trunks placed a hand on her thigh. He was smiling although he wasn't quite looking at her. His touch sent shocks down her legs, nearly melting her into a puddle.
Or was he sobering her up in case something was actually going to happen?
Oh Dende, what was she going to do?
As they turned into his mansion on the complex, Trunks removed his hand and tipped the driver, instructing him to go back to the bar until his friends were ready.
"And the young mistress?" He asked.
"Ugh, yeah, please make sure Bulla gets home. Thanks, Jim." Trunks and Pan made their way out of the car and into his palace.
"Make yourself comfortable, I'll get us something to drink." Trunks gestured to the lavish sofa. Instead of going to the kitchen where most people put their liquor, he pressed a button, moving a wall back and to the left revealing a huge bar area. He entered, leaving Pan alone with her thoughts.
She stretched out on the couch, her exhaustion catching up with her. She pulled out her phone and saw all of the missed calls and texts from Bulla. Oh, crap. She should probably tell her dad she's not coming home. She sent him a convincing text that she's staying at the Briefs's with Bulla. Close enough, right?
"Tell me where you are right now!" Bulla's text demanded.
Instead of saying anything, Pan snapped a selfie of her on the couch, the Capsule Corp. logo on the wall behind her clearly in the picture. Sent!
It took seconds before Bulla texted back. "Are you SERIOUS? I'm FREAKING OUT! Be safe ok? Remember who you're dealing with tonight! I can't BELIEVE THIS IS HAPPENING!" Her phone buzzed with every text her friend sent.
She responded once more to Bulla before turning her phone completely on silent, "Wish me luck. Love you!"
She sat back on the couch, her back sinking into the cushions. It was certainly a comfortable place. Maybe this is where it would happen? Ok, Pan, don't get ahead of yourself. Who says it's even happening? She needed to play it cool. Do not get too needy.
Trunks finally returned, closing the wall to the bar, two clear drinks in his hands. "Vodka tonic? Classic drink right here." He sat next to her on the couch.
"Sure, I think I've had this before," she sipped on the refreshing drink, becoming more comfortable in her spot. She curled her legs up under her body, her skirt hiking up her thighs. Trunks stared hungrily at his friend the more of her milky-white skin was revealed under her skirt. Pan could feel his eyes on her, and she concentrated hard on her drink, trying not to act too interested.
"What a wild night." She finally said, propping up her head with her elbow to face him. "I can't believe Goten and Marron..."
"Yeah. Crazy it took them 20 plus years to get together. It was about damn time, I guess. He was always so busy with his job at CC that he never went out with her. Wonder if that'll all change now." Trunks stirred his drink, trying to take his mind off of the young woman next to him.
Silence fell between them. Pan was becoming impatient and the alcohol was starting to make a comeback in her system. She stared hard at Trunks's thigh, imagining herself reaching out and touching it.
No, not imagining it. She was actually grabbing his thigh.
"Thanks for taking care of me," Pan slithered closer to him, his eyes widening at her sudden aggressiveness. But he did not move away. Instead he looked at her in the eyes, wondering once again what could have possibly changed between them in one short year. Pan was suddenly in his face, her lips growing closer to his.
Trunks stopped himself. No matter how hard he wanted to take her now, this would never work out between them. They had too much history together! But maybe...just this once..
He leaned in a little closer, their lips now only a breath apart. Her lids hung heavily, drawing to a close as she made her way to his mouth.
It was happening. They were kissing. Trunks's hand found its way to her cheek, deepening the kiss. Pan greedily licked the outside of his lips, begging for entry. He allowed it, their warm tongues becoming entangled in one another. She felt such a confidence wash over her that she ended up sliding her hand to his inner thigh, getting increasingly closer to his manhood. Before she could continue, he broke the kiss, lifting her up on his lap so that she was straddling him. She wasted no time in returning her mouth to his, now able to grind her hips against him. She felt him harden beneath her, and all she wanted to do was give herself a pat on the back. Instead, she reached over to his back, running her fingers down his shirt. She felt him shiver beneath her, and she grew even more secure in her actions than ever. His hands began to roam her midriff, around to her back, and finally settled under her butt. He lifted her up a little, pushing her lips even tighter to his.
Pan, without ending their kiss, began fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, desperately trying to undo them. When she became impatient, she felt herself accidentally tear his shirt wide open. She sat back in awe, worried she might have ruined the mood.
"Dende, Pan." Trunks's eyes lit up even more as he slid out of his shirt. Pan stared at his perfectly sculpted chest. It wasn't her first time seeing him shirtless, but he looked so much different when she was on top of him. He grabbed the beads around her neck, pulling her back into the kiss. Pan ripped the beads off of her, her strength beginning to take her over. Trunks didn't notice, or at least didn't seem to mind as he continued moving his hands about her body.
"Your turn." He murmured against her mouth, pulling her crop top over her head. She reached down to unzip her skirt, somehow managing to pull the spandex over her head so she wouldn't have to get up. Trunks steadied her with his hands to ensure she wouldn't topple over.
Suddenly she felt very self conscious in just her bra and underwear. Trunks stared intently at her abs, touching his hands to them before moving up towards her chest.
"You are so fucking hot." He whispered, running his hands back down her stomach.
Maybe he was into the athletic type, after all.
Pan leaned down to his ear, nipping at his lobe. She felt his chest rise and fall with every bite, his hands moving to her back once again. His slipped his fingers under her bra strap, playfully tugging at the fabric. He soon grew tired of simply playing and began to unhook the flimsy material keeping him from her chest. She panicked slightly, still feeling a little self conscious. She had seen Trunks's past girlfriends. They were all absolute bombshells, perfect bodies, long, beautiful hair. Here was Pan, who could for sure kick anyone's ass, but she never considered herself to be much of a looker. Trunks was out of her league, that much was certain. She tried to get those thoughts out of her head...obviously he was here for a reason. Maybe it went beyond traditional beauty.
He slipped off her bra, gently tossing it to the floor. His lips curved up into an ecstatic grin upon her reveal and it took seconds before he launched his hands onto her small, but perky, breasts. Pan leaned back, tossing her face up towards the ceiling, loving the feeling of his massage.
After a few minutes, she remembered that she was not just on the receiving end of this and needed to make a move, too. She looked down at his jeans, a protruding stiffness almost tearing a hole where his zipper was. She blushed at this display, suddenly a little nervous as to what exactly he was packing. She took a deep breath, and placed her hands on top of his jeans, grasping what she could in her hands. Trunks let out a deep breath, shifting his legs forward and back against the sofa, relaxing his muscles. She gulped again as her finger grasped his zipper, pulling it down until his yellow boxers poked out from his denim covering.
Trunks suddenly put both hands on her hips, rotating his body so that he was now laying down on the couch, Pan still on top of him. He started squirming out of his black jeans, Pan assisting him in their removal. Once they were completely off his ankles, Pan leaned down to engulf herself in his mouth. His hands explored her body, starting at the back of her neck, down her spine, around to her breasts, along her stomach, and ending with one hand under her bottom and the other pressing gently on her more sensitive area. She released a moan as he rubbed his finger against her cloth underwear, Trunks moving his digit faster with every moan she made.
Pan pulled her tongue from his and slowly moved her body down so that her face was hesitating over his package. She felt her mouth well up with saliva, her thoughts excited to uncover what was actually inside her lover's boxers. She slipped her fingers in his waist band, pulling them down his body. Her breasts lightly touched his legs as she moved further down, finally releasing his member. Her eyes enlarged, wanting to take it in her mouth but still a little unsure if she was even able to. That thing could choke her!
Trunks reassuringly placed his hand on the back of her head, massaging her scalp and running his fingers through her short hair. She finally mustered up the courage to move her lips along his tip, swallowing as much of him as she could. She felt him shiver as she ran her tongue up and down, using her hand as assistance. She tightened her mouth around him and his hips bucked up in the air.
She continued for minutes, but it felt like hours to her. This was the most difficult blow job she had ever given. He noticed her pace slow, and got the hint pretty quickly. Placing his hands on her shoulders, he pulled her back up to his face so their lips could meet. This time, he dragged his hand down her abs and into her underwear. He carefully slipped one finger into her heat, then another soon after. She put both hands on his shoulders in order to keep herself from exploding. It was getting harder to breathe by the second.
He pulled his hand away, his two fingers covered in her wetness. With his thumbs, he pushed her panties down, and she adjusted her body so they came off easily.
Here she was. Freshly 21, naked, a little tipsy, and about to have sex with the one guy she had always wanted.
They looked over one another hungrily.
"Have..have you done this before?" Trunks finally asked between breaths, wanting to be sure they were making the right move.
It was true that Pan wasn't nearly as experienced as her other friends, but he would not be her first. Second, yes, but she didn't feel the need to mention that.
"Yeah..." She whispered, moving her head back towards his mouth. In a flash, she found herself being flung up and back on the couch so that Trunks was now on top of her, his arms steadying himself on either side of her head.
"Are you on birth control?" He inquired further.
"Of course..." She quietly responded.
"Are you sure...this is what you want? You're not drunk, right?" He breathed, his smell intoxicatingly sweet.
"I'm fine, I promise. Come here.." She put a hand up to his face to guide him to her lips. This kiss was soft but definitely not lacking in passion.
Trunks adjusted himself one last time before she felt him push himself gently into her. It was a bit uncomfortable at first, as Pan had never experienced a body like Trunks's before. But he rocked into her, careful as to not hurt her. Her wetness let him in after a few moments, and their movement became more fluid.
His thrusting grew more aggressive as she tried to stifle her embarrassingly loud moans. This was by far the best sex she had ever had and it was difficult to hide her enjoyment. Trunks put a hand on her breasts again, taking one into his mouth as he continued to push inside of her. She felt sweat break out all over her body as she moved her hips rhythmically with his.
His speed quickened and he lifted his head to bury it in her neck, becoming more concentrated on her finding her climax. His breathing staggered, and he let out a few low growls with every thrust. She felt the vibrations on her throat, arousing her even more.
They kept it up like this until Pan felt her gut twist as she let out a loud scream, orgasming hard. Trunks continued for a few minutes longer until he finally groaned loudly into her ear, releasing himself into her.
They sat still for a moment, gasping for oxygen. Beads of sweat covered both of their bodies, the only sound that could be heard was their uneven breathing. Trunks remained inside of her, feeling her pulsate around him. Finally, he slid himself out of her and collapsed on his side, pulling her body close so that he was spooning her. He kissed her wet neck lovingly, brushing her sweaty locks off of her face. She put her hand behind her, cradling his face in her palm.
"Trunks?" She finally asked, feeling drunk only on her feelings for him at this point.
"Yeah?" He responded in between dropping kisses on her cheek and neck.
"This was fun..." She managed to squeak out.
"Mhm." He grunted again against her skin.
She turned herself around to face him, their bodies completely entangled in each other. She suddenly realized just how small the couch felt. "Should we move to the bed?" She asked, a mischievous smile crossing her face.
Trunks laughed, his pearly white teeth gleaming. He slipped his hands beneath her butt again, lifting her into his arms. He stood up and carried her up the stairs and into his bedroom, gently tossing her onto his massive bed. He plopped on top of her, pressing his forehead to hers.
"Trunks?" She whispered.
"Pan?"
"Don't tell my uncle."
"Promise."