WARNING: this is a lemon chapter!
A Different Kind of Distraction
The doorbell rang. Teddy walked over and opened it up.
"Oh hello, Yaumcha," Mrs. Briefs said with a sad smile on her face. "How nice of you to come over."
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs. Do you think it'd be alright if I went up to visit Bulma?" he asked.
"Oh yes, that's not a problem at all. I'll sure she'll love the company. Only." Teddy trailed off.
"Only what?" Yaumcha prompted.
"Well, she seems so different." Teddy whispered, hands clenching her apron. She looked down. "She never leaves her room, she doesn't eat the food I bring her, she won't even talk to me!"
Yaumcha could see that Teddy was heavily distressed. He led her into the living room.
"Oh, Yaumcha, you're such a sweet boy. But Bulma is the one who really needs comforting now. As a matter of fact, I was just leaving." Yaumcha nodded and walked up the stairs.
He waited outside Bulma's bedroom door, listening. He heard nothing. He tested the doorknob. Locked.
Yaumcha knocked softly on the door.
"Bulma?" he said.
---------------Bulma's P.O.V. ---------------
"Bulma?" She heard Yaumcha's sweet voice say. Did she really want the company?
Two days ago. It happened two days ago. Bulma wasn't sure how to describe her emotions now. She was aware that life was going to go on, but that wasn't the problem. She felt like she was trapped in her own personal hell.
Why had her father been killed? Was it her fault? She knew she shouldn't really be thinking those sorts of thought, but her mind was churning new questions with every minute that passed in her room.
Was she going to be killed soon? What about the last words of her father?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. She had been thinking for long enough. She needed a distraction.
"Come in." she said. Her voice was hoarse.
"It's locked."
Bulma realized she was going to have to move out of her bed.
"I can't move," she said. It was kind of true.
"What? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Yaumcha asked, sounding increasingly alarmed.
"Yaumcha." She had tried to say his name with out laughing, but her voice, after being unused for a period of time, came out as a strangled cry.
"Don't worry Bulma! I'm coming!" Yaumcha shouted. Bulma laughed softly, but her throat was dry and she started coughing. He started pounding on the door. On his third hit, Yaumcha fell through the door. He swiftly got to his feet and looked around, seeing Bulma on the bed. He ran over to her.
"Bulma, Bulma, are you alright?" he said breathlessly. To Bulma, it appeared he was full of adrenaline. She was still coughing.
"Shut the door," she said between coughs. "Water."
Yaumcha sprung up and shut the door. Although the lock was broken, it stayed shut fairly well. He then ran over to her connected bathroom and got her a cup of water. Bulma drank it up.
"Thank you." she said in a small voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you hurt?"
Bulma shook her head. She didn't really feel like explaining. Yaumcha took the hint.
"So, how are you?" he asked lamely.
Bulma thought to herself, How the hell do you think I am? What a dense boy. Focus, Bulma. You need a distraction.
She shrugged. She put her head on his shoulder. Thinking she wanted some physical comfort, he scooped her up in his arms and sat on the bed with Bulma in his lap. Bulma realized that she had the perfect opening. She snaked her arms behind his neck and put her head into his neck.
"Take off your shoes." she whispered.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
"Do it now. Questions later." She said with a small smile. Yaumcha kicked his shoes off and repeated his question.
"I don't want your dirty feet on my bed." she whispered. She started laughing and then coughing, just as before. Yaumcha was filled with pity for Bulma and pulled her closer in a lopsided hug. He clenched his eyes shut, willing his tears not to fall. Bulma gave no physical response.
"I know what you deal." Bulma whispered. Yaumcha released Bulma and looked her in the eyes. He was a little shocked, but tried not to show it.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. Bulma pulled his ear right by her mouth.
"I know what you deal," she repeated, "And I want in on it." With that, she stuck her tongue into his ear.
Yaumcha pulled back and looked her in the eyes yet again. He searched them, looking for something. All he saw was a sad, lonely girl who needed a distraction from all the pain of her world.
Bulma searched his eyes, seeing a confused, bewildered boy who needed some convincing.
She jammed her lips into his and started kissing him ferociously, pulling his head into her face. Yaumcha didn't respond. He only regarded her with utterly shocked eyes. He started talking through his lips and tried to pull his head out of the kiss. Bulma stopped.
"Why are you here?" She demanded, quite unlike the quiet girl she had been two seconds ago.
"To distract you," Yaumcha faltered.
I'll accept this distraction of yours now, Bulma thought, but soon, you'll find that it came with a price. I'll demand a different kind of distraction.
Bulma started putting butterfly kisses on his neck, working her way up to his mouth. With her hands, she rubbed his neck. Then, Bulma kissed him, gentler then before. She merely put her lips to his, and waited until he responded. Soon he did and with her tongue, Bulma demanded entrance to his mouth. He obliged. Soon Yaumcha was too caught up in the moment to remember why he'd come to visit Bulma in the first place, or even wonder why she had started her ministrations in the first place.
Yaumcha rolled Bulma over so that he was on top of her, almost moaning when Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist. He stuck his hands under her flimsy pajama top and started fondling her breasts. Finding the shirt a hindrance, He pulled if off.
"Yours too," Bulma whispered roughly. Yaumcha hastily pulled off his polo shirt.
"Wait," Bulma commanded. Then she sat up and pulled off her pajama shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Yaumcha moaned again grabbed Bulma, pulling her towards him.
---------------Later---------------
Bulma and Yaumcha looked at each other. They were lying in bed, not moving. After Yaumcha had climaxed, they had stopped but Bulma, finding her appetite not yet fulfilled, had initiated another round. And then Yaumcha wanted more, and Bulma was more then willing to oblige. That just meant she could demand more from him later.
And now, they were full, their hunger was appeased and there were questions waiting to be ask. Yaumcha started.
"Was that your first time?" he asked.
"Yes," Bulma said, blushing slightly. "You?"
Yaumcha nodded. Bulma decided to stroke his ego.
"Really?" He nodded again, blushing. "Are you sure? Some of those things you did didn't seem like beginner's moves."
"Well, I didn't know anyone could do that with their body!" Yaumcha shot back. Bulma wrinkled her nose at him.
"You should see what I'm cooking up for next time," she said jokingly. "That is, if you're still interested then."
For some reason, that sobered Yaumcha up. He remembered the comments Bulma had said before.
"Bulma, what were you talking about when you said that you wanted in?" Yaumcha asked seriously. Bulma's eyes flashed. She stared at Yaumcha and she slowly crawled over to him, letting the sheet slip away from her naked body. Yaumcha was entranced. She brought her head down and kissed him softly. As she pulled away, she kept her teeth gently clamped around his bottom lip.
"Are you sure it isn't you who wants in?" She whispered huskily. She kissed him again.
Why am I doing this? Bulma thought to herself. Then she realized why. She wanted to avoid asking Yaumcha about his drug pedaling and Bulma used her best, and most recently discovered, defense against doing something that she didn't want to do. She used her body.
And Bulma realized something else. If I can use my body to avoid something, can I also use it to get something? Interesting thought. Only if I devote my self to trying to pleasure him. Make him want me, so that whatever I ask, he'll do just so I will pleasure him again.
A startling revelation for Bulma, but it didn't bother her. Here were two young adults, exploring the new area of making love. But unlike most other people, Bulma had found an ulterior motive.
So Bulma readied herself for another session of love making, only this time it wasn't new to her. She spent the whole time testing Yaumcha, making him moan, grunt, shout and grab. She emitted a few grunts herself, just so Yaumcha wouldn't suspect anything.
Not that he would have, Bulma thought. He's too damn horny.
Bulma led all her ministrations up to one major concept. She had heard and read about people doing what she was about to do, and certainly a more experienced adult would do it as normal foreplay, but Bulma and Yaumcha were still newbies.
Bulma was kissing Yaumcha and wriggling beneath him, just to make him antsy. Then, out of nowhere, she flipped him over and started making her way down his body with her tongue. Yaumcha started grunting and hitting the bed with his fist. Then Bulma sat up and grabbed his manhood with her hands. She stroked it and finally, lowered her mouth.
Yaumcha exploded. Bulma sat up in surprise, but Yaumcha was too caught up in the moment. He grabbed Bulma, flipped her once again onto her back, and thrust in his erection.
Bulma let out a half-grunt, half-scream and arched her back. She threw her legs around Yaumcha's waist and her arms around his neck. She brought his head down to her breasts. Yaumcha started moving up and down.
At least I get some good feelings out of this, but I really, really wonder if he's doing this to pleasure him, or me, Bulma thought. I have a strange feeling that he didn't do it just because he thought I'd like it.
Finally, it was over. Yaumcha collapsed onto Bulma, completely worn out. He rolled off of her and faced her, smiling wearily.
Bulma saw that he was tired, extremely tired, but too nice to fall asleep immediately.
Bless you for that, Yaumcha, Bulma thought. She moved closer to him, wanting to cuddle. Yaumcha lifted his arm and Bulma crawled up to spoon with him.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?" Yaumcha said in an exhausted voice.
"For my first time. And for giving me what I needed to close the chapter of my life with my father. Now begins my life with you." Bulma said simply. She knew Yaumcha would eat it right up.
And for teaching me how, when all else fails, to get what I really want.
"I love you." Yaumcha whispered.
The old Bulma sighed with happiness and replied, "I love you too!" The new Bulma, the tougher, better Bulma, laughed wickedly. "Why? For the good fuck you can get? Well, I may be new at this, but I know I'm good. And damn if you're not going to give me what I want!"
---------------The next morning---------------
When Yaumcha awoke, he did so slowly. He opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. That's weird. His room wasn't sky blue the last time he checked. Oh well. Probably just a trick of the morning light. He shut his eyes.
And they flew open again. Okay, maybe his room was a new color, but he sure as hell didn't sleep with a long and skinny stuffed animal!
Oh. Bulma was in his arms, not a stuffed animal. Then the events of last night flew back into his head. More specifically, the sex and his final conversation with Bulma flew back into his head.
Wow. Yaumcha hadn't lied when he'd said that it had been his first time. And Bulma had been a little tight when he tried to enter her the first time, so he believed it had been her first time too. But shit, those things Bulma had done on the last round had been simply amazing!
I guess she wasn't lying when she said she was planning new stuff, Yaumcha thought wickedly. But what a weird thing to need right after your father's died. Sex.
He immediately stopped any other such thought enter his head.
You should be ashamed of yourself Yaumcha! You have no idea what someone needs because you live with some nice old lady who adopted you! And Bulma isn't a normal girl!
No. Not girl. Woman. And the woman Yaumcha loved. The woman who he had first coupled with and the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
Yaumcha felt a small sense of excitement in the pit of his stomach. He and Bulma had only started dating during the summer of senior year but now, after last night, Yaumcha was sure that he would marry Bulma. Hadn't she said that last night was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another? Together?
Yaumcha was excited for what they would be able to do in public now. They could make out in the back of the movie theater, have sex in cool places, and have lover's quarrels! It may sound silly, but these were the things that Bulma and Yaumcha had been to conservative to do before.
Not conservative, just not brave. Neither of us wanted to initiate anything beyond heavily intimate goodnight kisses.
Not to say dating Bulma had been boring. He thought of the sex and intimacy as a great bonus to an already almost perfect relationship.
But for now, he wanted Bulma awake. He wanted to begin his new life. A life that featured Bulma. His wife.
--------------Bulma's P.O.V.---------------
Bulma awoke to Yaumcha gently shaking her shoulder.
"Bulma? Bulma?" Yaumcha whispered. She allowed her eyes to open slowly. She saw the sweet face of her boyfriend as he tried to awaken her gently.
"Nnn. mornin', Yaumcha. Sleep well?" She said softly. Her new role was a 24/7 deal and Bulma was strangely excited to play the seductress girlfriend. If she knew Yaumcha, he was already planning on marrying her. The old Bulma giggled and thought to herself, Yaumcha, you old romantic. The new Bulma smiled evilly and rubbed her hands together.
"The best," he said. Bulma nodded and smiled. She stretched out, allowing the sheets to show almost half of her breasts. She didn't miss Yaumcha's attention slip as he glanced down at her chest. His eyes quickly went back up to Bulma's face and he blushed.
"Suddenly feeling modest?" Bulma said, smiling cattishly.
"No!" Yaumcha said hotly. And to prove his point, he climbed out of bed and walked into Bulma's connected bathroom naked. Bulma admired his firm butt and his shapely legs. The door shut. Bulma got out of bed and walked over to her bathrobe.
"Don't fondle yourself too much," Bulma called, slipping the bathrobe on. "I want something to be left for me when I return."
Yaumcha fell over with a shout. "Hey!" he sputtered.
"Be back in five, sweetie!" she called.
Bulma was on a mission to get Yaumcha some clothes. All his other clothes were, hmmm, dirty.
Sadly, that meant that Bulma would have to go into her father's closet. She made the walk to her parent's bedroom all right but she stopped outside the door.
Bulma started shaking. She couldn't do it. Too many memories would cause her too much pain.
NO! I'm not that Bulma anymore! I'm different! I'm better, tougher, and prettier! the new Bulma shouted. And with a new resolve, Bulma walked into the bedroom and then the closet of her father. She grabbed a robe, underwear, a red shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts that had been too big for Dr. Briefs but looked like they would fit Yaumcha. With her supplies in tow, Bulma marched back to her own room.
See? Bulma told herself. Nothing too it.
Bulma entered her room again and shut the door. She giggled as she looked at the lock.
"Yaumcha, you sure did a number on my door!" Bulma called.
"Sorry 'bout that," Yaumcha said with a nervous laugh.
"Aw, honey, don't worry." Bulma cooed. She threw the clothing on the bed and knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"
Yaumcha threw open the door and grabbed Bulma with an amazing strength. He started kissing her roughly and Bulma was more then happy to play up to his need. She pulled her head back and looked him in the eyes.
"Miss me?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure.
"You don't even know!" Yaumcha said roughly, and went in to kiss her again. She recoiled and he regarded her, confused.
"I feel a little gross right now," she said. "I think I should take a shower." He looked crestfallen. She took a step back and took off her robe. He looked at her body with such a hunger that all Bulma could do was laugh.
"I did mean for you to join me," Bulma said. "But if you don't--"
She didn't even have a chance to finish for Yaumcha picked her up and kissed her as he carried her into the shower.
---------------After the shower, breakfast time---------------
After Bulma and Yaumcha had made love in the shower, they had washed off for real and gotten dressed. Now they sat side by side on Bulma's freshly changed bed. Bulma fiddled with the end of her shirt and Yaumcha held his hands in his lap.
"Well, she did say she was going somewhere." Yaumcha said.
"I really hope she didn't hear anything," Bulma muttered. "I mean, I can't imagine trying to explain this to my mom!"
Yaumcha had nothing to say to that. He let Bulma rant on.
"But when I went into her room, the bed was still made. Maybe she was gone all night!" Bulma turned to Yaumcha with a look of genuine hope in her eyes.
"Bulma, where would your mother spend the night?" he asked. "Come on. Be realistic." Bulma mock glared at him. As if on cue, both their stomachs grumbled.
"Come on," Bulma said, standing up. "We're both hungry." Yaumcha didn't get up.
"You look beautiful," he said. Bulma looked down at her outfit with surprise. She was wearing a pink shirt that said 'princess' on it, short khaki shorts and pink flip-flops. Her hair was held back with a pink headband and she wore a silver charm bracelet and a silver necklace with a heart on the end.
"Yaumcha," she said exasperated. "I'm not even wearing any makeup."
"Still," he insisted, standing up and taking her hands in his own. "You look beautiful to me anytime."
The new Bulma was speechless. The old Bulma cried to the new Bulma, "look at this sweet man! You're going to break his heart if you keep playing him! Can't you just try to love him?!" "Shut up!" The new Bulma snapped. "He isn't what I need! He only has what I want!"
"You flatterer," Bulma said, taking a step closer. "You're just trying to get on my good side." She put her arms around his neck.
"You're a beautiful girl, Bulma,." he said, slipping his arms around her waist, "and damn if I won't let you go."
They kissed gently, as if it was their first kiss. And for all that Bulma was using him, there was still a rapport, making the kiss more intimate then any other they had shared.
The kiss ended and Bulma regarded Yaumcha with a glint in her eyes.
"Hedonist," she accused gently.
"How well you know me," he said softly.
"Bulma? Oh Bulma, I brought you breakfast," came Teddy's voice. Yaumcha hastily took a step back. "Oh! Bulma! I was- Yaumcha!" Teddy said with surprise. "I didn't hear you come in!"
"Uhh," Yaumcha said.
"That's because I called him over and waited for him outside," Bulma said hastily. I was just coming up here to get my purse. We're going to spend a day together, if that's all right with you, mother." Bulma asked.
"Of course!" Teddy said in surprise. She felt weak. Bulma was actually up, and talking to her, no less. "Whatever you'd like!"
"Great!" Bulma said happily. She grabbed her purse from her bedside table, a light jacket, and then grabbed Yaumcha's hand and pulled him down the stairs and out the door.
"Oh, my," Teddy said. She dropped the breakfast tray she was holding and took a seat on the bed. "Oh, my."
A/N: Alright, that was chapter two. I know it seems like a B/Y fic, but believe you me, it isn't. I mean come on, she's freaking using him! (Whatever could she want from a drug peddler? Hmmm.) This was my first lemon. I hope it was convincing enough. Reviews would be great! Thanks!
A Different Kind of Distraction
The doorbell rang. Teddy walked over and opened it up.
"Oh hello, Yaumcha," Mrs. Briefs said with a sad smile on her face. "How nice of you to come over."
"Hello, Mrs. Briefs. Do you think it'd be alright if I went up to visit Bulma?" he asked.
"Oh yes, that's not a problem at all. I'll sure she'll love the company. Only." Teddy trailed off.
"Only what?" Yaumcha prompted.
"Well, she seems so different." Teddy whispered, hands clenching her apron. She looked down. "She never leaves her room, she doesn't eat the food I bring her, she won't even talk to me!"
Yaumcha could see that Teddy was heavily distressed. He led her into the living room.
"Oh, Yaumcha, you're such a sweet boy. But Bulma is the one who really needs comforting now. As a matter of fact, I was just leaving." Yaumcha nodded and walked up the stairs.
He waited outside Bulma's bedroom door, listening. He heard nothing. He tested the doorknob. Locked.
Yaumcha knocked softly on the door.
"Bulma?" he said.
---------------Bulma's P.O.V. ---------------
"Bulma?" She heard Yaumcha's sweet voice say. Did she really want the company?
Two days ago. It happened two days ago. Bulma wasn't sure how to describe her emotions now. She was aware that life was going to go on, but that wasn't the problem. She felt like she was trapped in her own personal hell.
Why had her father been killed? Was it her fault? She knew she shouldn't really be thinking those sorts of thought, but her mind was churning new questions with every minute that passed in her room.
Was she going to be killed soon? What about the last words of her father?
Stupid, stupid, stupid. She had been thinking for long enough. She needed a distraction.
"Come in." she said. Her voice was hoarse.
"It's locked."
Bulma realized she was going to have to move out of her bed.
"I can't move," she said. It was kind of true.
"What? What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" Yaumcha asked, sounding increasingly alarmed.
"Yaumcha." She had tried to say his name with out laughing, but her voice, after being unused for a period of time, came out as a strangled cry.
"Don't worry Bulma! I'm coming!" Yaumcha shouted. Bulma laughed softly, but her throat was dry and she started coughing. He started pounding on the door. On his third hit, Yaumcha fell through the door. He swiftly got to his feet and looked around, seeing Bulma on the bed. He ran over to her.
"Bulma, Bulma, are you alright?" he said breathlessly. To Bulma, it appeared he was full of adrenaline. She was still coughing.
"Shut the door," she said between coughs. "Water."
Yaumcha sprung up and shut the door. Although the lock was broken, it stayed shut fairly well. He then ran over to her connected bathroom and got her a cup of water. Bulma drank it up.
"Thank you." she said in a small voice.
"What's wrong?" he asked. "Are you hurt?"
Bulma shook her head. She didn't really feel like explaining. Yaumcha took the hint.
"So, how are you?" he asked lamely.
Bulma thought to herself, How the hell do you think I am? What a dense boy. Focus, Bulma. You need a distraction.
She shrugged. She put her head on his shoulder. Thinking she wanted some physical comfort, he scooped her up in his arms and sat on the bed with Bulma in his lap. Bulma realized that she had the perfect opening. She snaked her arms behind his neck and put her head into his neck.
"Take off your shoes." she whispered.
"Why?" he asked, surprised.
"Do it now. Questions later." She said with a small smile. Yaumcha kicked his shoes off and repeated his question.
"I don't want your dirty feet on my bed." she whispered. She started laughing and then coughing, just as before. Yaumcha was filled with pity for Bulma and pulled her closer in a lopsided hug. He clenched his eyes shut, willing his tears not to fall. Bulma gave no physical response.
"I know what you deal." Bulma whispered. Yaumcha released Bulma and looked her in the eyes. He was a little shocked, but tried not to show it.
"What are you talking about?" he asked. Bulma pulled his ear right by her mouth.
"I know what you deal," she repeated, "And I want in on it." With that, she stuck her tongue into his ear.
Yaumcha pulled back and looked her in the eyes yet again. He searched them, looking for something. All he saw was a sad, lonely girl who needed a distraction from all the pain of her world.
Bulma searched his eyes, seeing a confused, bewildered boy who needed some convincing.
She jammed her lips into his and started kissing him ferociously, pulling his head into her face. Yaumcha didn't respond. He only regarded her with utterly shocked eyes. He started talking through his lips and tried to pull his head out of the kiss. Bulma stopped.
"Why are you here?" She demanded, quite unlike the quiet girl she had been two seconds ago.
"To distract you," Yaumcha faltered.
I'll accept this distraction of yours now, Bulma thought, but soon, you'll find that it came with a price. I'll demand a different kind of distraction.
Bulma started putting butterfly kisses on his neck, working her way up to his mouth. With her hands, she rubbed his neck. Then, Bulma kissed him, gentler then before. She merely put her lips to his, and waited until he responded. Soon he did and with her tongue, Bulma demanded entrance to his mouth. He obliged. Soon Yaumcha was too caught up in the moment to remember why he'd come to visit Bulma in the first place, or even wonder why she had started her ministrations in the first place.
Yaumcha rolled Bulma over so that he was on top of her, almost moaning when Bulma wrapped her legs around his waist. He stuck his hands under her flimsy pajama top and started fondling her breasts. Finding the shirt a hindrance, He pulled if off.
"Yours too," Bulma whispered roughly. Yaumcha hastily pulled off his polo shirt.
"Wait," Bulma commanded. Then she sat up and pulled off her pajama shorts. She wasn't wearing any underwear. Yaumcha moaned again grabbed Bulma, pulling her towards him.
---------------Later---------------
Bulma and Yaumcha looked at each other. They were lying in bed, not moving. After Yaumcha had climaxed, they had stopped but Bulma, finding her appetite not yet fulfilled, had initiated another round. And then Yaumcha wanted more, and Bulma was more then willing to oblige. That just meant she could demand more from him later.
And now, they were full, their hunger was appeased and there were questions waiting to be ask. Yaumcha started.
"Was that your first time?" he asked.
"Yes," Bulma said, blushing slightly. "You?"
Yaumcha nodded. Bulma decided to stroke his ego.
"Really?" He nodded again, blushing. "Are you sure? Some of those things you did didn't seem like beginner's moves."
"Well, I didn't know anyone could do that with their body!" Yaumcha shot back. Bulma wrinkled her nose at him.
"You should see what I'm cooking up for next time," she said jokingly. "That is, if you're still interested then."
For some reason, that sobered Yaumcha up. He remembered the comments Bulma had said before.
"Bulma, what were you talking about when you said that you wanted in?" Yaumcha asked seriously. Bulma's eyes flashed. She stared at Yaumcha and she slowly crawled over to him, letting the sheet slip away from her naked body. Yaumcha was entranced. She brought her head down and kissed him softly. As she pulled away, she kept her teeth gently clamped around his bottom lip.
"Are you sure it isn't you who wants in?" She whispered huskily. She kissed him again.
Why am I doing this? Bulma thought to herself. Then she realized why. She wanted to avoid asking Yaumcha about his drug pedaling and Bulma used her best, and most recently discovered, defense against doing something that she didn't want to do. She used her body.
And Bulma realized something else. If I can use my body to avoid something, can I also use it to get something? Interesting thought. Only if I devote my self to trying to pleasure him. Make him want me, so that whatever I ask, he'll do just so I will pleasure him again.
A startling revelation for Bulma, but it didn't bother her. Here were two young adults, exploring the new area of making love. But unlike most other people, Bulma had found an ulterior motive.
So Bulma readied herself for another session of love making, only this time it wasn't new to her. She spent the whole time testing Yaumcha, making him moan, grunt, shout and grab. She emitted a few grunts herself, just so Yaumcha wouldn't suspect anything.
Not that he would have, Bulma thought. He's too damn horny.
Bulma led all her ministrations up to one major concept. She had heard and read about people doing what she was about to do, and certainly a more experienced adult would do it as normal foreplay, but Bulma and Yaumcha were still newbies.
Bulma was kissing Yaumcha and wriggling beneath him, just to make him antsy. Then, out of nowhere, she flipped him over and started making her way down his body with her tongue. Yaumcha started grunting and hitting the bed with his fist. Then Bulma sat up and grabbed his manhood with her hands. She stroked it and finally, lowered her mouth.
Yaumcha exploded. Bulma sat up in surprise, but Yaumcha was too caught up in the moment. He grabbed Bulma, flipped her once again onto her back, and thrust in his erection.
Bulma let out a half-grunt, half-scream and arched her back. She threw her legs around Yaumcha's waist and her arms around his neck. She brought his head down to her breasts. Yaumcha started moving up and down.
At least I get some good feelings out of this, but I really, really wonder if he's doing this to pleasure him, or me, Bulma thought. I have a strange feeling that he didn't do it just because he thought I'd like it.
Finally, it was over. Yaumcha collapsed onto Bulma, completely worn out. He rolled off of her and faced her, smiling wearily.
Bulma saw that he was tired, extremely tired, but too nice to fall asleep immediately.
Bless you for that, Yaumcha, Bulma thought. She moved closer to him, wanting to cuddle. Yaumcha lifted his arm and Bulma crawled up to spoon with him.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you."
"For what?" Yaumcha said in an exhausted voice.
"For my first time. And for giving me what I needed to close the chapter of my life with my father. Now begins my life with you." Bulma said simply. She knew Yaumcha would eat it right up.
And for teaching me how, when all else fails, to get what I really want.
"I love you." Yaumcha whispered.
The old Bulma sighed with happiness and replied, "I love you too!" The new Bulma, the tougher, better Bulma, laughed wickedly. "Why? For the good fuck you can get? Well, I may be new at this, but I know I'm good. And damn if you're not going to give me what I want!"
---------------The next morning---------------
When Yaumcha awoke, he did so slowly. He opened his eyes, and took in his surroundings. That's weird. His room wasn't sky blue the last time he checked. Oh well. Probably just a trick of the morning light. He shut his eyes.
And they flew open again. Okay, maybe his room was a new color, but he sure as hell didn't sleep with a long and skinny stuffed animal!
Oh. Bulma was in his arms, not a stuffed animal. Then the events of last night flew back into his head. More specifically, the sex and his final conversation with Bulma flew back into his head.
Wow. Yaumcha hadn't lied when he'd said that it had been his first time. And Bulma had been a little tight when he tried to enter her the first time, so he believed it had been her first time too. But shit, those things Bulma had done on the last round had been simply amazing!
I guess she wasn't lying when she said she was planning new stuff, Yaumcha thought wickedly. But what a weird thing to need right after your father's died. Sex.
He immediately stopped any other such thought enter his head.
You should be ashamed of yourself Yaumcha! You have no idea what someone needs because you live with some nice old lady who adopted you! And Bulma isn't a normal girl!
No. Not girl. Woman. And the woman Yaumcha loved. The woman who he had first coupled with and the woman he would spend the rest of his life with.
Yaumcha felt a small sense of excitement in the pit of his stomach. He and Bulma had only started dating during the summer of senior year but now, after last night, Yaumcha was sure that he would marry Bulma. Hadn't she said that last night was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another? Together?
Yaumcha was excited for what they would be able to do in public now. They could make out in the back of the movie theater, have sex in cool places, and have lover's quarrels! It may sound silly, but these were the things that Bulma and Yaumcha had been to conservative to do before.
Not conservative, just not brave. Neither of us wanted to initiate anything beyond heavily intimate goodnight kisses.
Not to say dating Bulma had been boring. He thought of the sex and intimacy as a great bonus to an already almost perfect relationship.
But for now, he wanted Bulma awake. He wanted to begin his new life. A life that featured Bulma. His wife.
--------------Bulma's P.O.V.---------------
Bulma awoke to Yaumcha gently shaking her shoulder.
"Bulma? Bulma?" Yaumcha whispered. She allowed her eyes to open slowly. She saw the sweet face of her boyfriend as he tried to awaken her gently.
"Nnn. mornin', Yaumcha. Sleep well?" She said softly. Her new role was a 24/7 deal and Bulma was strangely excited to play the seductress girlfriend. If she knew Yaumcha, he was already planning on marrying her. The old Bulma giggled and thought to herself, Yaumcha, you old romantic. The new Bulma smiled evilly and rubbed her hands together.
"The best," he said. Bulma nodded and smiled. She stretched out, allowing the sheets to show almost half of her breasts. She didn't miss Yaumcha's attention slip as he glanced down at her chest. His eyes quickly went back up to Bulma's face and he blushed.
"Suddenly feeling modest?" Bulma said, smiling cattishly.
"No!" Yaumcha said hotly. And to prove his point, he climbed out of bed and walked into Bulma's connected bathroom naked. Bulma admired his firm butt and his shapely legs. The door shut. Bulma got out of bed and walked over to her bathrobe.
"Don't fondle yourself too much," Bulma called, slipping the bathrobe on. "I want something to be left for me when I return."
Yaumcha fell over with a shout. "Hey!" he sputtered.
"Be back in five, sweetie!" she called.
Bulma was on a mission to get Yaumcha some clothes. All his other clothes were, hmmm, dirty.
Sadly, that meant that Bulma would have to go into her father's closet. She made the walk to her parent's bedroom all right but she stopped outside the door.
Bulma started shaking. She couldn't do it. Too many memories would cause her too much pain.
NO! I'm not that Bulma anymore! I'm different! I'm better, tougher, and prettier! the new Bulma shouted. And with a new resolve, Bulma walked into the bedroom and then the closet of her father. She grabbed a robe, underwear, a red shirt, and a pair of khaki shorts that had been too big for Dr. Briefs but looked like they would fit Yaumcha. With her supplies in tow, Bulma marched back to her own room.
See? Bulma told herself. Nothing too it.
Bulma entered her room again and shut the door. She giggled as she looked at the lock.
"Yaumcha, you sure did a number on my door!" Bulma called.
"Sorry 'bout that," Yaumcha said with a nervous laugh.
"Aw, honey, don't worry." Bulma cooed. She threw the clothing on the bed and knocked on the bathroom door. "Can I come in?"
Yaumcha threw open the door and grabbed Bulma with an amazing strength. He started kissing her roughly and Bulma was more then happy to play up to his need. She pulled her head back and looked him in the eyes.
"Miss me?" She asked, fluttering her eyelashes for good measure.
"You don't even know!" Yaumcha said roughly, and went in to kiss her again. She recoiled and he regarded her, confused.
"I feel a little gross right now," she said. "I think I should take a shower." He looked crestfallen. She took a step back and took off her robe. He looked at her body with such a hunger that all Bulma could do was laugh.
"I did mean for you to join me," Bulma said. "But if you don't--"
She didn't even have a chance to finish for Yaumcha picked her up and kissed her as he carried her into the shower.
---------------After the shower, breakfast time---------------
After Bulma and Yaumcha had made love in the shower, they had washed off for real and gotten dressed. Now they sat side by side on Bulma's freshly changed bed. Bulma fiddled with the end of her shirt and Yaumcha held his hands in his lap.
"Well, she did say she was going somewhere." Yaumcha said.
"I really hope she didn't hear anything," Bulma muttered. "I mean, I can't imagine trying to explain this to my mom!"
Yaumcha had nothing to say to that. He let Bulma rant on.
"But when I went into her room, the bed was still made. Maybe she was gone all night!" Bulma turned to Yaumcha with a look of genuine hope in her eyes.
"Bulma, where would your mother spend the night?" he asked. "Come on. Be realistic." Bulma mock glared at him. As if on cue, both their stomachs grumbled.
"Come on," Bulma said, standing up. "We're both hungry." Yaumcha didn't get up.
"You look beautiful," he said. Bulma looked down at her outfit with surprise. She was wearing a pink shirt that said 'princess' on it, short khaki shorts and pink flip-flops. Her hair was held back with a pink headband and she wore a silver charm bracelet and a silver necklace with a heart on the end.
"Yaumcha," she said exasperated. "I'm not even wearing any makeup."
"Still," he insisted, standing up and taking her hands in his own. "You look beautiful to me anytime."
The new Bulma was speechless. The old Bulma cried to the new Bulma, "look at this sweet man! You're going to break his heart if you keep playing him! Can't you just try to love him?!" "Shut up!" The new Bulma snapped. "He isn't what I need! He only has what I want!"
"You flatterer," Bulma said, taking a step closer. "You're just trying to get on my good side." She put her arms around his neck.
"You're a beautiful girl, Bulma,." he said, slipping his arms around her waist, "and damn if I won't let you go."
They kissed gently, as if it was their first kiss. And for all that Bulma was using him, there was still a rapport, making the kiss more intimate then any other they had shared.
The kiss ended and Bulma regarded Yaumcha with a glint in her eyes.
"Hedonist," she accused gently.
"How well you know me," he said softly.
"Bulma? Oh Bulma, I brought you breakfast," came Teddy's voice. Yaumcha hastily took a step back. "Oh! Bulma! I was- Yaumcha!" Teddy said with surprise. "I didn't hear you come in!"
"Uhh," Yaumcha said.
"That's because I called him over and waited for him outside," Bulma said hastily. I was just coming up here to get my purse. We're going to spend a day together, if that's all right with you, mother." Bulma asked.
"Of course!" Teddy said in surprise. She felt weak. Bulma was actually up, and talking to her, no less. "Whatever you'd like!"
"Great!" Bulma said happily. She grabbed her purse from her bedside table, a light jacket, and then grabbed Yaumcha's hand and pulled him down the stairs and out the door.
"Oh, my," Teddy said. She dropped the breakfast tray she was holding and took a seat on the bed. "Oh, my."
A/N: Alright, that was chapter two. I know it seems like a B/Y fic, but believe you me, it isn't. I mean come on, she's freaking using him! (Whatever could she want from a drug peddler? Hmmm.) This was my first lemon. I hope it was convincing enough. Reviews would be great! Thanks!