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Chapter 3

Two Pair


"T-That wa-was…" Weiss stuttered quietly.

"Amazing. Sensual. Breathtaking." Yang finished for her.

Yang was sitting close. She had watched the whole thing. At first with some annoyance. Then she started noticing differences in how she had been kissed. Jaune was clearly far more confident than Weiss and his offensive and dominating style made Yang wonder if she should let him lead next time.

Weiss was standing upright on her knees, her body pressed firmly against Jaune's. Embarrassed, she untangled herself from him and sat back. Her vision blurred a little and she was suddenly lightheaded. She hadn't realized that she'd been leaning against him for support as well.

Jaune's hands were still holding Weiss' small frame as she sat back. She teetered a bit in his grip, but he held her upright until she was safely seated.

Then Jaune was all smiles. He had just made out with two of the hottest girls he knew. This day was on the fast track to being the best day ever. Too bad he would probably have to keep all of it a secret

With Weiss pacified for the moment, Yang leaned closer to Jaune.

"Hey!" She said with a seductive wink.

"Hey…" He responded slowly.

She leaned closer and swung her legs under her so she was on all fours. Her smile was mischievous and Jaune felt a sudden fear wrinkle through his good mood. She crawled towards him and he leaned back and away. She climbed back into his lap like before and put her arms around him.

"Yang. Wh-what are you doing?" He asked politely.

"Just getting comfortable," Yang responded nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders like her actions were normal. Her smile, however, told him she was up to something.

She pressed herself a little closer, whispering softly into his ear.

"You can touch them if you want to." Her tone dripping with lust.

Then Yang sat back normally. Her smile still in place, as if nothing had been said.

Jaune found his eyes immediately draw downward to her ample bosom. She has said I could touch them. Does that mean those? What if that not what she meant? What if it is and I don't take the chance?

Yang seemed to sense his hesitation. His stare was the immediate giveaway. But the rise she felt in his lap told her that he yearned to. Maybe he was just nervous.

So she grabbed hold of the hands holding her hips and brought them up between them.

Jaune looked at his hands and then into Yang's eyes. She smiled a reassuring smile. Then she put his hands where she wanted them to be.

It was a mistake. Her body had been burning hot for a while now. Definitely since she had kissed him, but maybe even a little before that. When he was holding her, she felt amazing and wanted to press herself further into him. But this was much more intimate.

She had never willingly let someone grope her before. The moment Jaune's large heavy hands landed on her she moaned. A hearty moan escaped unimpeded from her lips as she felt fire and electricity run through her entire being. Instinctively pressing her hips down into his lap, she arched her back slightly as she rode the pleasure through.

Gasping for air, she returned her gaze to the man who'd just taken her breath away.

"That's never happened before." Yang's breathless voice cooed.

Jaune had a concerned look on his face. "I didn't hurt you… Did I?"

Yang kissed him deeply. Their lips had barely touched before her tongue was invading his mouth. A few moments of deep bliss spread through them both.

"No," She gasped, freeing him to coming up for some air. "You are making me feel soooooo good."

She bucked her hips slightly. Not entirely on purpose, it was an instinctual craving. But it sent waves of pleasure through her as Jaune's hands sunk deeper into her skin. She moaned again, this time she controlled it for the desired effect. She watched Jaune's expression change from nervous curiosity to possessive longing.

Jaune felt good. Better than good. And the noises Yang were like music to him.

He wanted more.

He wanted to kiss her. To touch her. To hear her.

He wanted to feel her in every way imaginable.

He let go of her breasts, much to Yang's surprise. They returned to her hip, his finger grinding deep into her soft flesh. But her astonishment was only the tip of the iceberg as Jaune picked her up slightly and twisted. He rolled them onto the ground, placing Yang gently below him. Yang yelped caught completely off guard, and then broke into a giggling fit when Jaune pressed his weight down on to her.

He kissed her, deep and passionately. Her soft lips were like an endless supply of water and he planned to drink them dry. His hands moved up her sides, tickling her as they went. She giggled and moaned into their kiss but never broke away.

Jaune had taken control and Yang's heart pounded at the idea of letting him have her. How far would he go? What else could he do? Did he realize how much she was enjoying this?

Gripping her jacket he pulled it up. She raised her arms effortlessly above her head. Letting Jaune lift her slightly so he could pull it free. Then he rolled it up and placed it under her head like a pillow. He was forced to break the kiss to avoid pulling her hair. But Yang was so enamored by his sudden caring and passion, she barely registered the lost intimacy. It returned too quickly for her to care.

She wrapped her arms around his neck. Yang relished the fresh warm touch of her bare arms against is skin. She began running her hands and arms all over his back and shoulders. She wanted to feel all of him, right this moment, but knew she had to settle for what was within arm's reach.

Letting him take control of the kissing, Yang slid her hands into his shirt and focused on his warm flesh. Gently dragging her nails across his flesh. She wanted to dig them deeper; a feral need to mark what was hers. But she resisted the urge, but only just.

She was pleasantly surprised by his forceful advance into her mouth. Working methodically to learn every nook and cranny. He found a few spots she enjoyed when his tongue ventured beyond her lips. Jaune would keep the rhythm constant but the pattern was a surprise. Occasionally he returned to simply savoring her lips, and he was making it difficult to tell which she liked better.

Yang had briefly forgotten about his hands as she busied about her own exploration of his body. Jaune suddenly had a whole hand on her bare stomach. He gripped the soft edges above her hips, squeezing them fiercely. They burned her flesh and pulled a torturous moan from her throat. Suddenly, he ran the thumb across her belly button, sending a small shiver up her spine. Feeling it, he followed the vibrations up under her shirt and onto her rib cage. Then, when his hand cupped the bottom of her bra, he pulled away.

"I want to touch you." He pleaded, moaning into her mouth.

"Ok… ok… yes." Was all she could let escape between their lips.

His hand slid back up and she arched, pressing her flesh towards it. Grabbing the base of her bra he felt the full weight of it. Jaune marveled silently at the softness as his hand squeezed gently. Then he found the edge of the cup, where cloth gave way to flesh. He yanked the cup down, freeing an ample amount of perfect flesh for his hand to sink into. The touch of skin on skin was beyond compare. It sent pleasure up Jaune's entire arm. But that was minuscule compared to the sudden burning the assaulted Yang. She moaned into his mouth, trying to tell him how good it felt when he touched her.

Jaune's response was to tighten his grip on the soft mound. He felt something hard grow and press against the edge of his thumb. He flicked it, trying to discover its shape, causing cascading pleasure to dart through Yang. She broke suddenly from their kiss and bit into his shoulder. Attempting to stifle a barrage of pleasurable noises as they attempted to burst forth. And as Jaune played with her nipple she refused to let go. When he was satisfied that he'd learned its secret, he let her nipple be and returned her lips to his wanting mouth.

His other hand gripped her hip tightly as he suddenly ground his pelvis down into her. The pleasure rocked her whole body and her back arched further. Their kiss broke and she let out a moan that nearly caused Jaune to lose all control. He began thrusting his hips hard and fast into her a few more times before suddenly stopping himself.

Jaune had stopped completely. Having to pull one knee under him to separate their lower bodies, he was breathing hard. Yang writhed against him for a little longer, not wanting the pleasure to end. Tangling her fingers in his hair, she pulled him in for another kiss. Willing him to continue. Trying to show him that she wanted this.

He kissed her deep and passionately. But then pulled away again. Retracting his hand from her shirt and then releasing his grip on her hip, he put his elbows down on either side of her head. His entire body now separated from her by mere inches.

Yang pulled her knees up so they stood evenly with his hips. She could feel the space where he lay between her legs widen comfortably. But the pleasure was fading. Her body cooling. She wanted him to return. To lay her weight back onto her. To set her on fire all over again.

She smiled at the thought. One of her hands crossed the space between them and caressed his firm jaw.

He was staring into her eyes with a passionate, longing look. Jaune's eyes told Yang that he wanted more too. So why had he stopped?

"What wrong?" She asked, her breathy voice dripping with concern.


Proofread and latest adjustments: May 6, 2017

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