This story was an idea that I came up when I was reading Marron34's "Love,
sex and more". This kind of takes place in collage and in this Trunks and
Marron don't recognize each other because they didn't remember they knew
each other from childhood. I know I know its confusing but you'll get it.
Paris (Goten's girl) makes a very important part in this fic. Please if
youre older than 17 or whatever read this is adult kind of thing so beware
and its my first so bare with me ^_^'. Ohh and dbz does not belong to me
neither does the characters and everything else lets just get on with the
story.
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Chapter 3
Authors Note: I thought this was going to be the last chapter but I guess I
was very wrong maybe the 4th or 5th
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Paris smoothed her skirt over her flat stomach and checked how she looked in the mirror. Marron watched from were she was curled up in the bed. "You look great Paris, Goten will love how you look. And you'll look the best in there".
Paris turned to look at her roommate. "You should come with me, Marron. Its not like it's a big deal or anything".
Marron shrugged. "You know I don't like big parties."
"You're shy I know". Paris sighed. "Mar your never going to meet anyone if you don't try". She walked over to Marron's closet and started going through it. She pulled out a pink tube top and a short skirt, she tossed them to Marron, adding a pair of nylons and flats to the pile of clothes. "Get dressed"
Marron looked up to see Paris standing in front of her with a determined look on her face. "What!?" She glanced from her roommate to the clothes on the bed, and back tot her roommate. "You must be joking".
"No joke". Paris pulled on Marron's arms until the girl was standing before her. "Now are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it for you?"
Seeing that there was no way out of the situation, Marron quickly stripped and dressed again. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what she saw. She looked sexy and that was very weird in Marron. "Paris this isn't me" Marron wined.
Paris shrugged. "Look, just dress to kill. Then you wont have to worry about making a conversation. No one will notice youre tongue tied if youre dressed well enough".
Marron had to smile at that, realizing Paris wouldn't make her change into anything more conservative.
Paris gave Marron a thumbs up. "Lets go girl!"
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The minute they stepped inside the door, Marron felt crushed by the bodies around her. Paris only stayed with her only as far as the bar, and then left her alone as she moved to the dance floor with her boyfriend Goten on her arm, Marron watched helplessly after her, and moved over towards the wall, trying to find a place were she could breathe and sip her drink in peace.
"Do you dance?"
Marron glanced up to see him again. Blushing, she turned away. He then tapped on her shoulder, getting her to glanced at him again. He smiled encouragingly. "I just asked you if you dances. One dance can't hurt, can it?"
She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything. He reached out and gently took the drink from her hand, setting it on a nearby table. Taking her hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song playing. Placing his arms around his waist, he drew her close and started to sway.
Marron could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and tried to draw away. He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw amusement in his eyes when she tried to put more distance between their bodies.
He bent hi head close to her ear and whispered, "I have you now my dear, and I don't intend to let you go".
She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face, and tried to smile back, all sane thoughts having fled from her head. This was worse than being tongue tied. She had absolutely no idea she was thinking and little control over that she was feeling. His hands were caressing her back, and even that simple touch was like causing destruction with her senses. She looked up again and saw his blue eyes gleaming as he watched her face intently. He licked his lips, and attention focused on that part of his face. He had such nice lips. She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.
Trunks stared down at the girl in his arms, amazed at what she could do to his body simply by being near him. He was hard and throbbing already, and wanted to do nothing more than get out of there so he could do what was really on his mind, and certainly wasn't dancing. He glanced at her to see her eyes staring trustingly up at him as his hands stroked her back. He licked his lips and saw her gaze refocused on his mouth. Smiling gently, he bent his head to kiss her.
It was fire! Marron gasped for air as Trunk's lips left her. The music stopped, and he released her slowly, and she simply stood there, a bewildered expression on her face. In one small part of her mind she was amazed. It didn't seem to matter how tongue tied she was at the time. She looked around her and saw that another song had started and she automatically felt her body start to move in time with the music. She glanced at Trunks and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced suggestively, smiling only at her. Marron felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips moving close to his, and she darted away touching his chest gently then moving back. A teasing glanced, licking her lips, running her hand down his back and legs. She had always loved to dance, and had found now that she didn't need to find the words to speak, her body could do it for her.
Trunks knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right there. She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body. Teasing him, had him so hot that he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own.
Marron's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hard against her. She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing with his tongue. She moaned against his mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded him to leave.
Placing an arm around her shoulder, Trunks led her from the building, across campus to his room. As he opened the door, Marron stepped inside, suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as rob closed the door.
He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and she knew that he wanted her to feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this often already, and wondered if she had as well. He watched as she looked around his room.
"Nice room", she commented in a shaky voice.
Trunks shrugged. "Its small, even for a single. Why don't you sit down, I'll be back in a minute."
As he left, Marron looked around for a place to sit, finding a chair piled high with clothing and books, the bed, and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning against the bed. Now her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified. She knew she wanted him, oh god how she knew. She just wasn't sure if she could do it. She was afraid of doing something wrong.
Trunks pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled with ice- cubes. Opening the door to his refrigerator he pulled out a bottle and settled it in ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them next to the bottle.
Then he noticed where Marron was sitting. He signed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He sat down on the bed, next to her, and gently touched her shoulder. "Marron, if you want, I'll take you home now."
Marron shook her head and looked up at him. "I don't want to go home", she said softly, "I just." her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of what she meant to say.
"Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Trunks asked softly. Marron blushed and turned away from his face, wishing he hadn't reminded her of that day. He caught her chin in his masculine hand and gently turned her face to him again. "I mean it," he said. I've dreamed of that, and of you a lot lately." He bent to gently kiss her and felt some of her tension ease.
"You have?" Marron said, not quiet believing in his words.
"Oh yes, I have." He began massaging her shoulders and felt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong arms as they caressed and massaged her muscles. "if you sit up here I can do this better."
Marron stood, stretching with catlike grace, then sat on the bed. Trunk motioned to say put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle of champagne and pour two glasses. He said " If I haven't been thinking of you, then why would I have this?"
Marron shrugged, not used to that kind of flattery. "You could have had it for someone else entirely," she said softly.
He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold her properly and kissed her. "Not for someone else Marron. Only for you." He gently tugged on her tube top, taking it off and reaching under it so he touched the bare skin of her back. His lips moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gently teasing the swells of her breast as he almost tried to stroke them.
Marron felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leaving only sensation behind. She was grateful that she was sitting, because it seemed all her bones were turning into mush, no longer able to support her body. She giggled a little starling Trunks, as she thought of one thing that shouldn't have turned it mush ;-)
He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish impression in her angelic face. "What is it?" he asked.
She grinned. "I was thinking how every time you touch me, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all." She reached out a tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants. "I can't say I do the same thing to you."
"you most certainly don't!" he pulled her against him as he lay back on the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him. His hands reached up to touch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breast in each hand. He leaned forward to kiss them. "Very nice," he told her. "Almost as good as I dreamed".
"Almost!" Marron acted without thinking and swiped the pillow beneath his head, hitting him soundly with it. "It's not nice to insult the girl you are trying to seduce."
He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grew hard under his tongue. "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses.
Marron forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up to the sensations that coursed through her body. Each time his tongue touched her nipple, it was as if there was a line heading directly to deep between her legs, and she could feel herself growing wetter every moment.
As he caressed and kissed her, Trunks slid his hands under the back of her short skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks.
Marron slipped out from under his strong hold to lie beside him. She waited a moment until she had her breathing under control again and commented, playing with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know. You have me half undressed already and the look at you."
Trunks stood and quickly stripped, leaving Marron to stare at his wonderfully built body. He grinned done at her. "Well?"
Marron stood slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties over her hips. She then knelt before Trunks on the bed, wrapping her arms around Trunks body. "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Very nice."
Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base of his neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged gently, bring his lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him on top of her. Her hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues touched. Her breathing grew angrier as Trunks rolled over to lie beside her, one hand lazily tracing a circle around her left breast.
"You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holding Marron's captive. She felt as if she were sinking into pleasure, her mind caught by his eyes and by the feeling of his hands as it teased her body.
His hands moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb brushing the nipple. He bent his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Marron felt as if tiny shocks coursed through her as his tongue slightly teased the nipple until it was hard.
Marron found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued any longer she wasn't going to be able to hold back. "Trunks," she whispered, her voice barely heard "Trunks, if you keep going the rate you are I don't think I could hold back."
"Good," he said softly. She could almost feel his mouth smile against her breast. His hands gently drifted....
*#*#*#*#*#*#* Haha! Left you hanging didn't I? I wanted to stop here because as it seems this is not only a 3 chapter story as I thought I am going to make it a little longer than imagined so please keep on checking for updates it will be sooner than before ^.^
Paris smoothed her skirt over her flat stomach and checked how she looked in the mirror. Marron watched from were she was curled up in the bed. "You look great Paris, Goten will love how you look. And you'll look the best in there".
Paris turned to look at her roommate. "You should come with me, Marron. Its not like it's a big deal or anything".
Marron shrugged. "You know I don't like big parties."
"You're shy I know". Paris sighed. "Mar your never going to meet anyone if you don't try". She walked over to Marron's closet and started going through it. She pulled out a pink tube top and a short skirt, she tossed them to Marron, adding a pair of nylons and flats to the pile of clothes. "Get dressed"
Marron looked up to see Paris standing in front of her with a determined look on her face. "What!?" She glanced from her roommate to the clothes on the bed, and back tot her roommate. "You must be joking".
"No joke". Paris pulled on Marron's arms until the girl was standing before her. "Now are you going to get dressed or do I have to do it for you?"
Seeing that there was no way out of the situation, Marron quickly stripped and dressed again. She looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what she saw. She looked sexy and that was very weird in Marron. "Paris this isn't me" Marron wined.
Paris shrugged. "Look, just dress to kill. Then you wont have to worry about making a conversation. No one will notice youre tongue tied if youre dressed well enough".
Marron had to smile at that, realizing Paris wouldn't make her change into anything more conservative.
Paris gave Marron a thumbs up. "Lets go girl!"
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The minute they stepped inside the door, Marron felt crushed by the bodies around her. Paris only stayed with her only as far as the bar, and then left her alone as she moved to the dance floor with her boyfriend Goten on her arm, Marron watched helplessly after her, and moved over towards the wall, trying to find a place were she could breathe and sip her drink in peace.
"Do you dance?"
Marron glanced up to see him again. Blushing, she turned away. He then tapped on her shoulder, getting her to glanced at him again. He smiled encouragingly. "I just asked you if you dances. One dance can't hurt, can it?"
She shrugged, not trusting herself to say anything. He reached out and gently took the drink from her hand, setting it on a nearby table. Taking her hand, he led her out to the dance floor, where she could hear a slow song playing. Placing his arms around his waist, he drew her close and started to sway.
Marron could feel the heat coming from his hands at her back and tried to draw away. He held her pinned in his arms, close to him, and she saw amusement in his eyes when she tried to put more distance between their bodies.
He bent hi head close to her ear and whispered, "I have you now my dear, and I don't intend to let you go".
She looked up at him and saw the grin on his face, and tried to smile back, all sane thoughts having fled from her head. This was worse than being tongue tied. She had absolutely no idea she was thinking and little control over that she was feeling. His hands were caressing her back, and even that simple touch was like causing destruction with her senses. She looked up again and saw his blue eyes gleaming as he watched her face intently. He licked his lips, and attention focused on that part of his face. He had such nice lips. She wondered what it would feel like if he kissed her.
Trunks stared down at the girl in his arms, amazed at what she could do to his body simply by being near him. He was hard and throbbing already, and wanted to do nothing more than get out of there so he could do what was really on his mind, and certainly wasn't dancing. He glanced at her to see her eyes staring trustingly up at him as his hands stroked her back. He licked his lips and saw her gaze refocused on his mouth. Smiling gently, he bent his head to kiss her.
It was fire! Marron gasped for air as Trunk's lips left her. The music stopped, and he released her slowly, and she simply stood there, a bewildered expression on her face. In one small part of her mind she was amazed. It didn't seem to matter how tongue tied she was at the time. She looked around her and saw that another song had started and she automatically felt her body start to move in time with the music. She glanced at Trunks and saw a wide grin on his face as he danced suggestively, smiling only at her. Marron felt her body respond and danced in kind, her hips moving close to his, and she darted away touching his chest gently then moving back. A teasing glanced, licking her lips, running her hand down his back and legs. She had always loved to dance, and had found now that she didn't need to find the words to speak, her body could do it for her.
Trunks knew that if he didn't leave soon, he would burst right there. She had finally relaxed and the way she moved her body. Teasing him, had him so hot that he could hardly think. As the song ended he grasped her arms, drawing her tight up against him and covered her mouth with his own.
Marron's body melted against his, and she could feel him hot and hard against her. She ached to see him, and responded fervently to his kiss, fencing with his tongue. She moaned against his mouth, and as he drew back her eyes pleaded him to leave.
Placing an arm around her shoulder, Trunks led her from the building, across campus to his room. As he opened the door, Marron stepped inside, suddenly uncertain again. She hesitated as rob closed the door.
He could see her nervousness in her eyes, and she knew that he wanted her to feel right about this. He grinned, knowing that he had thought about this often already, and wondered if she had as well. He watched as she looked around his room.
"Nice room", she commented in a shaky voice.
Trunks shrugged. "Its small, even for a single. Why don't you sit down, I'll be back in a minute."
As he left, Marron looked around for a place to sit, finding a chair piled high with clothing and books, the bed, and the floor. Eyeing the bed nervously, she settled herself on the floor, leaning against the bed. Now her mind had returned to her body, she was once more terrified. She knew she wanted him, oh god how she knew. She just wasn't sure if she could do it. She was afraid of doing something wrong.
Trunks pushed the door open, carrying with him a bowl filled with ice- cubes. Opening the door to his refrigerator he pulled out a bottle and settled it in ice. Going to his closet, he pulled out two wine glasses and placed them next to the bottle.
Then he noticed where Marron was sitting. He signed inwardly, knowing that she was again tense. He sat down on the bed, next to her, and gently touched her shoulder. "Marron, if you want, I'll take you home now."
Marron shook her head and looked up at him. "I don't want to go home", she said softly, "I just." her voice trailed off as she couldn't think of what she meant to say.
"Do you know how beautiful you looked that day on the roof?" Trunks asked softly. Marron blushed and turned away from his face, wishing he hadn't reminded her of that day. He caught her chin in his masculine hand and gently turned her face to him again. "I mean it," he said. I've dreamed of that, and of you a lot lately." He bent to gently kiss her and felt some of her tension ease.
"You have?" Marron said, not quiet believing in his words.
"Oh yes, I have." He began massaging her shoulders and felt her start to relax again, leaning into his strong arms as they caressed and massaged her muscles. "if you sit up here I can do this better."
Marron stood, stretching with catlike grace, then sat on the bed. Trunk motioned to say put and got up long enough to pop open the bottle of champagne and pour two glasses. He said " If I haven't been thinking of you, then why would I have this?"
Marron shrugged, not used to that kind of flattery. "You could have had it for someone else entirely," she said softly.
He turned her to face him and set down his glass so he could hold her properly and kissed her. "Not for someone else Marron. Only for you." He gently tugged on her tube top, taking it off and reaching under it so he touched the bare skin of her back. His lips moved over hers as his hands stroked her back, ever so gently teasing the swells of her breast as he almost tried to stroke them.
Marron felt her breath growing shaky and her mind slipped away leaving only sensation behind. She was grateful that she was sitting, because it seemed all her bones were turning into mush, no longer able to support her body. She giggled a little starling Trunks, as she thought of one thing that shouldn't have turned it mush ;-)
He drew back when he felt her giggle, and saw a devilish impression in her angelic face. "What is it?" he asked.
She grinned. "I was thinking how every time you touch me, its as if I no longer have any bones inside me at all." She reached out a tentative hand to touch the bulge beneath his pants. "I can't say I do the same thing to you."
"you most certainly don't!" he pulled her against him as he lay back on the bed, bringing her to lie on top of him. His hands reached up to touch her breasts, first one nipple, then the other, then cupping one breast in each hand. He leaned forward to kiss them. "Very nice," he told her. "Almost as good as I dreamed".
"Almost!" Marron acted without thinking and swiped the pillow beneath his head, hitting him soundly with it. "It's not nice to insult the girl you are trying to seduce."
He distracted her by nibbling on one nipple, teasing it until it grew hard under his tongue. "No insult intended," he said slowly, between kisses.
Marron forgot what she had considered an insult, and gave herself up to the sensations that coursed through her body. Each time his tongue touched her nipple, it was as if there was a line heading directly to deep between her legs, and she could feel herself growing wetter every moment.
As he caressed and kissed her, Trunks slid his hands under the back of her short skirt and began to gently rub her buttocks.
Marron slipped out from under his strong hold to lie beside him. She waited a moment until she had her breathing under control again and commented, playing with a button on his shirt, "It's not fair, you know. You have me half undressed already and the look at you."
Trunks stood and quickly stripped, leaving Marron to stare at his wonderfully built body. He grinned done at her. "Well?"
Marron stood slowly, seductively, slipped the skirt and panties over her hips. She then knelt before Trunks on the bed, wrapping her arms around Trunks body. "Nice," she whispered, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "Very nice."
Her hands snaked up around him, until she reached the base of his neck and wound her fingers through his hair. She tugged gently, bring his lips to meet hers as she leaned back, pulling him on top of her. Her hands caressed his buttocks as their tongues touched. Her breathing grew angrier as Trunks rolled over to lie beside her, one hand lazily tracing a circle around her left breast.
"You do have a very nice body," he said softly, his eyes holding Marron's captive. She felt as if she were sinking into pleasure, her mind caught by his eyes and by the feeling of his hands as it teased her body.
His hands moved up to gently cup her breast, his thumb brushing the nipple. He bent his head to take the nipple in his mouth. Marron felt as if tiny shocks coursed through her as his tongue slightly teased the nipple until it was hard.
Marron found it hard to think, and knew that if he continued any longer she wasn't going to be able to hold back. "Trunks," she whispered, her voice barely heard "Trunks, if you keep going the rate you are I don't think I could hold back."
"Good," he said softly. She could almost feel his mouth smile against her breast. His hands gently drifted....
*#*#*#*#*#*#* Haha! Left you hanging didn't I? I wanted to stop here because as it seems this is not only a 3 chapter story as I thought I am going to make it a little longer than imagined so please keep on checking for updates it will be sooner than before ^.^