Hey, I was at a birthday party all day today! I thought I should update at least a little bit! My braces are making eating anything a real challenge! PAIN! But, um, I'm listening to one of the creepiest songs on the planet…! And I don't even understand the lyrics! Wooh! Well, since this is a creeper song… I thought I'd update my creeper story! How 'bout that?

Is It Wrong?

Chase's heart was beating faster than it ever had before. Not even a five-hundred-mile marathon could make his heart go this crazy. Only one thing could; her. The girl. Contestant 80. He needed to have her.

A soft rapping at her door roused Kimiko from her nap. Keiko had gone out to find chick flicks and chocolates. Considering the time, Kimiko assumed she had been unsuccessful in her search. So, in her skimpy lingerie style pajamas, Kimiko skipped over to the door humming a song she loved 'Cantarella'.

Opening the door, Kimiko closed her eyes and asked cheerfully, "How'd it go?"

A voice, not Keiko's, way too masculine, replied, "A little chilly, but I suppose it was all right…"

Kimiko's eyes shot open and she found herself face to face with Chase Young; the judge that all the girls in the contest were saying had a thing for her. Kimiko had argued against it, but all of them had said since he didn't say anything mean to her that he must have it in for her. Maybe they had been right; why else would he be standing at her door at 12:05 in the morning?

Kimiko went beat red and she quickly spluttered out, "OhmigoshI',pleasedon'tvotemeoutforthis!"

Chase simply chuckled. "No offense taken from the remark… It just seemed out of place is all… But now that you explain…" Chase looked at her for a moment before glancing around her shoulder and asking, "Are you alone?" Kimiko nodded and explained about Keiko, Chase simply nodded throughout the story. When she answered he asked if he could come in and talk with her.

Kimiko seemed shocked, but stepped out of his way. Chase walked into the hotel room and sat himself on the edge of the nearest bed; Kimiko's. Of course, he didn't know it was hers. But we'll pretend he did and that he planned it.

Kimiko held her hands up in front of her body, suddenly uncomfortable with the only male judge seeing her in her nighttime-wear. It was a very skimpy little dress, barely reaching the tops of her thighs and barely stopping at the mid of her breasts. Now she felt like she needed to hide her skin, lest something bad happen.

Chase was slowly scanning the room; undergarments were scattered about. Judging from the colors and the sizes, the clothing wasn't hers. He knew her breasts were larger than that. He had to guess that she was fairly close to a B cup. It seemed reasonable for her petite figure.

Finally Chase's eyes wandered to the most beautiful creature they had ever laid upon. God, so dirty! His thoughts were going to the worst possible places for the moment!

Kimiko looked incredibly nervous. He could see it in the way she hid behind her skinny little arms.

"Come. Sit," he said, gently patting a spot on the bed beside him. Kimiko swallowed a lump in her throat she had not noticed prior to his offer. Slowly walking over, dodging Keiko's panties lying in the middle of the floor, Kimiko sat next to Chase on her bed.

His smile was warm, yet chilling, as if he had a plan running through his head.

Kimiko clenched her nightgown in her fists, her knuckles turning white. Chase figured now was as good a time as any to put his plan into action.

"You need not be so nervous around me," he said in the silkiest voice Kimiko had ever heard. Chase adjusted himself and placed his hands on her shoulders. "Relax…" he whispered, "Let yourself loosen up… I promise I won't bite…"

Kimiko stuttered something in response, but it was mulled over by her own moans as Chase's hands began creating circular patterns against her shoulders, collarbone, shoulder blades, and neck. As he continued to massage her into submission, Chase began heating things up. Leaning in, licking her neck, kissing her jawline, nibbling on her ear. Kimiko hardly noticed any of it, however, she was too enamored by the feeling of his hands relaxing all her muscles like dancing waters.

Moaning softly, Kimiko subconsciously leaned into Chase. Letting her head lull back onto his shoulder she whimpered with pleasure as his tongue began to glide over the length of her neck.

"Mmmm…" she let the moan out, unknowingly. Chase moved a hand to the small of her back and continued rubbing in circles. He knew she wouldn't be able to think if he kept doing this. He was right. When his free hand traveled to the center of her breast and began pinching, she simply moaned louder.

It was working!

Lemon Warning!

Chase's hands were no longer massaging her, now he was simply running them over every inch of her body. It all felt so good to Kimiko, she wasn't really paying attention to where he was touching her.

He pinched a nipple until it became taut. Kimiko moaned and arched her back into his fingers. Her head still rested upon Chase's shoulder, she felt the muscles moving around as his hand traveled from her breast to somewhere lower.

Reaching his hand into her panties, Chase began rubbing his fingers against the nub. Kimiko yelped out a moan of pleasure, but her hips moved into his touch. His fingers slid a fraction lower and suddenly they slipped into her core.

"Angh…!" Kimiko moaned out loudly as she felt his forefinger sliding in and out. In the back of her mind there was a voice telling her to stop before they did something she would regret, but Kimiko ignored that voice.

Chase's fingers began to speed up in their slippery task. Kimiko cried out as he inserted another finger into her; Chase's free hand pinching a rock solid nipple and twisting it around. Chase carefully began pulling her nightgown off, revealing her unprotected breasts to his hungry hands. Both went ahead and ravaged the surface of the tender flesh. He squeezed them tightly and lowered his head to lap at the pink circles in the center. As his tongue ran over the hardened skin, he distinctly heard Kimiko whimper out a sensual 'more'. Chase obliged by biting down on her nipple. Kimiko cried out, but did not try and stop him as he ground the nipple gently between his teeth. He lowered his hands again and pulled her panties down her thighs. Chase lowered her down onto the bed and began the task of readying her for the largeness that would soon enter her. Inserting his fingers again, Chase upped the anty with three and thrust them harder and harder into her wettening core. Kimiko mewled with pleasure as his fingers probed her tender insides. The words 'more' and 'Chase' kept forming on her lips as she felt her muscles beginning to tighten. Her body was being encompassed by a white light of pleasure as Chase continued thrusting his fingers in and out of her.

Suddenly he removed the appendages as adjusted his body. Kimiko stared up at him with glazed eyes. Her brain registered that he spoke before shoving something massive and hard as rock into her core.

She cried out in a mix of pleasure and pain as he began thrusting that into her. Moaning and mewling, Kimiko found herself grinding her hips into his as he thrust and arching her back so that her breasts squished into his chest. Pushing harder and harder into her, Chase could feel his muscles tightening with each thrust. He quickened his pace and soon enough, Kimiko was screaming his name and begging him not to stop. His head bobbed up and down as he rammed into her repeatedly. Their lower halves were merely a wet blur at this point. Kimiko was begging for him to go faster and not to stop. Chase went at an ungodly speed as the two climbed closer and closer to their orgasm.

Kimiko screamed out his name one final time before her fluids, mixed with his, gushed out around his member and she fell back into the bed, gasping for air.

Finally falling victim to their climax, the two lay on top of each other on the bed, panting and sweating and clinging to the waves of their orgasm that kept crashing back into them like echoes of a hurricane in a cave.

Groaning from exhaustion, Kimiko let her eyelids shut and her mind fade off.

But the last words he spoke to her replayed over in her subconscious as she dreamed without him.

"You are mine…"

And that would be my third lemon! Not to worry, though. I will write more of this story! The lemon is far from the ending! Well…! Maybe I should listen to this song more often! I think that was the best lemon I've written to date! Damn. Well, thank you Cantarella. Yeah, that song was significant. It's what I'm listening to! Chase, you naughty boy! What will Keiko think when she gets back?