a/n: Hey guys :) I'm just quickly gonna answer a reoccurring question from last chapter (I thought it would be easier to make this announcement than individually answer all of you :)). Okay, so, yeah... what is a lap dance?...x.x I'll just cite my good friend the dictionary on that so that you don't have to hear my own weird-ass definition. So here ya go:
"A very erotic form of entertainment typically at a gentlemen's club, where individual is dancing suggestively essentially on the customer's lap."
Eh, close enough. You get the idea, right? I feel like I just deflowered you guys x.x;;
So anyway, without further ado, here's chapter 5!
Naturally rosy cheeks flushed an even pinker hue as Pucca felt a pair of strong arms pin her against the refrigerator. Shivering slightly as she felt Garu's tongue slip between her lips, parting them, she squeaked as he roughly began to glide his hand up and down her side. Her blushing increased tenfold when she felt something hard poke up against her lower stomach.
She honestly didn't mind his flagrant display of arousal—heck, it kinda turned her on. One of the reasons she'd always liked Garu so much was because he was such a strong, commanding guy. As a young girl, Pucca loved to watch Garu in combat because she admired the skill and strategy behind his movements—she was more of an impulsive fighter herself, relying on the brute strength she was unnaturally abundant in. She would also marvel at how he'd never lose his cool (she had a bit of a temper), and how he also managed to maintain a sensitive, caring side, albeit one that was well-hidden beneath his usual stoic façade.
However, now as a teenaged girl, her primary reason for watching him fight was the view of his well-defined muscles in action and for a chance at any clothing being torn off in the heat of battle.
He's such a stud! Pucca swooned to herself, recalling a hot day where she'd seen him taking a cue from Abyo and battle shirtless. Unfortunately for her, Abyo had been so smug about the incident, insisting that Garu considered him his idol and secretly worshiped the ground he walked on, that Garu had never taken his shirt off in public again. Abyo had been bad enough, but the catcalls he'd received from the peanut gallery unsettled Garu even more. He would leave the attention whoring to Abyo, thank you very much. He preferred laying low in the background, where he could train in peace with the exception of one genuinely love-struck girl.
Of course, Pucca found this absolutely endearing and it only made her love him more. His great personality was still what earned him the coveted number one spot in Pucca's heart, but that body was definitely the cherry on top of the sundae.
She moaned slightly as she felt Garu's hands reach under her shirt, relishing the feel of his warm, red-gloved hands against the smooth skin of her waist. She gasped slightly as she felt those hands wander over to behind her back and fumble with her bra clasp. If it were any other guy, he would've received a broken arm by now. But hey, this was her Garu. She smiled at the thought. Her Garu. He could do anything he wanted to her.
How the hell am I supposed to unhook this? Garu thought frantically. He flushed with embarrassment as he heard Pucca giggle at the trouble he was having—a dead giveaway he didn't have much experience with this kind of thing. Pushing the thought away, he realized the thickness of his gloves was making the job harder than it needed to be. Hastily pulling his arms from beneath her shirt, he immediately struggled to tear the gloves off. Why, oh why, did they have to be so damn tight?
Grinning in triumph as, after what felt like hours of tugging, he finally watched his red hindrances fall to the ground, his eyes widened as he noticed a familiar small, black v-neck t-shirt join them. His face flushed and he swallowed harshly as he watched a stretchy red camisole join the mix. Slowly bringing his eyes up to Pucca, his jaw nearly dropped. She was leaning against the refrigerator in nothing but that short mini skirt and a black, lace bra that left little to the imagination.
"I thought this would make things easier," she said, a blush tickling her cheeks but her tone still seductive.
Garu was dumbstruck. His body screamed for him to leap forward and let his instincts take over, but his conscience nagged at him. What the hell are you doing? it scolded. Where's the honor in completely ravaging a girl you've been a jerk to most of your life, and have only recently taken an interest in because you think she's got a hot body?
He frowned at the thought. 'That's not true,' he firmly rebutted, clenching his fists. 'I've liked Pucca for a long time, it's just…she's been a little forceful over the years, and I like my privacy. And maintaining a free will. But now that she's calmed down, I'm beginning to see what everyone else has been seeing for years—a resourceful, friendly, funny, giving, and truly talented girl—no, scratch that, woman.'
He bit him bottom lip as his eyes settled on her breasts, firm and pushed up by that amazing bra. Doesn't come as any surprise that that's the first place your eyes choose to land on his conscience chided him. Garu groaned. 'Jeez, you're even worse than my inner pervert!' he thought, annoyed.
Meanwhile, Pucca was starting to feel insecure. She took a quick glance down at her body and wondered whether or not that popcorn was beginning to show. She blinked…no, she was as tight as ever. Her eyebrows furrowed as she thought, What the hell is he waiting for?!
She cleared her throat loudly, hoping to get his attention, but to no avail. Her lips bent down into a frown, an annoyed one at first, but quickly developed into one of concern. Garu's eyes were squeezed shut and he was banging his head with a closed fist. Umm…wtf? was all she could think.
Alright then, how about a little test? his conscience suggested. Garu frowned, but as he thought about it, he knew that would be for the best. He really, sincerely liked Pucca, didn't he? Of course he did! So there was nothing to be afraid of. Well, except for the fact that he was having a mental conversation with himself, but his sanity hadn't ever really been the most stable, so he let it slide.
Okay, here's what I suggest: You don't lay a finger on her until midnight. Then you see if you still want to be around her by morning.
'Are you kidding me! No way! That would ruin the whole point of tonight!'
Really? So you're saying tonight would be pointless if you just chatted and got to know her a little better instead of making a sport of how far you can get with her?
'I am NOT making a sport of it!'
Prove it.
Garu growled. 'Fine.'
While having this mental argument with himself, Garu had neglected to notice Pucca was really starting to get concerned, about both his blatant display of poor mental being and his lack of interest in her junk. Hoping to snap him out of it, she had grasped both of his hands and led them over to her boobs, squeezing her hands over his to induce a grope.
Garu's pupils suddenly dilated as his head snapped up, a huge grin slowly taking over his face. 'BOOBS!!' his mind screamed out.
But then he remembered 'the test'. He sighed, disappointed. He actually started to whine a little, but then convinced himself it was all for the best. 'Think how much easier it'll be to do this when you can prove to yourself you really like her for more than her bangin' bod.'
Grumbling slightly to himself, he unwillingly broke his hands' euphoric grasp and let them drop to his sides. He almost chuckled when he noticed Pucca's facial expression change from one of concern to one of gaping shock.
Over the years, Pucca's feminine development hadn't gone unnoticed. Though she always disregarded them, she'd been subject to countless whistles and horrible pick up lines for about a year now, and not just from sleazy, middle-aged men. She was no dummy—though she didn't like to brag, she knew she was attractive. She also knew teenaged guys lived for boobs, so wtf was wrong with Garu?! She was standing in front of him in a bra—a black, lace push-up, no less—and he just pulled his hands away?
"Garu, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing Pucca, I just…do you wanna talk?" he finished lamely.
Pucca frowned. "No!"
Garu joined her in frowning. "Come on, Pucca. It's just that, you know, I just started talking, and-"
He was cut off by a pair of soft, cherry flavored lips pressing against his, making his endeavor infinitely harder. He reached behind him to grasp the kitchen counter, trying to maintain his balance as Pucca pushed all of her weight onto him and began to feel up his pecs while bringing a leg up to his waist. He squeezed his eyes shut as he felt her tongue enter his mouth, ready to just forget about that stupid test he'd agreed to. After all, was it really worth sacrificing the best night of his life so far just to prove his affections for Pucca to some hotshot?
Well, considering that hotshot was himself...
Admitting that was a pretty important guy to convince, Garu proceeded onto the most difficult task of his life—gently grabbing a half naked Pucca by the shoulders and pushing her away. For once, he cursed the self-control all of his ninjitsu training had caused him to develop over the years. Couldn't he just have a little fun for once?
'After midnight!' he reminded himself desperately.
But a very sexually unsatisfied Pucca, who was also feeling slightly rejected, had other plans in mind.
Pucca and Garu walked together in an awkward silence up the stairs to the living room, Garu bringing up a big pot of noodles while Pucca, fully clothed again, carried some bowls and chopsticks. Garu couldn't help but notice the cold, annoyed look on Pucca's face. He felt awful—after years of pushing her away, he finally had caved in and accepted her advances. And he loved it. But he also wanted to make sure he loved her, even if that involved pushing her away one last time—did that really make him such a bad guy?
According to Pucca, it did. Why did he have to be such a damn tease? If he wanted her, take her, by all means! And if it turned out he didn't want her, she didn't appreciate him leading her on. As she thought about it though, she slowly broke out into a devious smile.
Pucca was an expert on kissing, especially kissing Garu. She could tell by the fire and passion of his kisses earlier on, he definitely wanted her. She just had to remind him of that. Plan set, she walked with a little more kick in her step, eager to get the ball rolling.
Meanwhile, Garu tried his best to keep his eyes off her bouncing breasts and commence the chit chat. "So, Pucca, you ever get tired of noodles?"
She almost raised an eyebrow at him at that random question, but instead seductively turned to him. "All the time. You have no idea how much I'd love to be sucking down something else instead. Preferably, something of yours…" she purred, licking her lips sensually.
Garu nearly dropped the pot of noodles as he gawked at her. She was driving him crazy, and she knew damn straight she was. 'What a ho!' he thought, getting turned on.
However, before he had the chance to respond, they'd reached the living room and were shocked at what they saw. This time, Pucca actually did drop her stack of bowls while Garu's jaw dropped even further.
Before them on the chair in the middle of the room was not just Abyo, but Ching. Straddling his lap. With her dress sprawled over across the floor next to them. Meanwhile, Abyo was rubbing one hand down her back and using the other to feel up her butt while the two of them made out like there was no tomorrow.
Pucca and Garu exchanged shocked stares. They'd expect this kind of behavior from Abyo, or even Pucca, but Ching?!
Ching was everybody's favorite goody-goody! The ingénue of the bunch! She was so embarrassed about having to give that lap dance, yet there she appeared before them, making out intimately with Abyo in nothing but her girly pink underwear. How the HELL did it come to this?
Still shocked, but curious to find out, Garu cleared his throat loudly. "Ahem!"
The lip-locked pair remained undeterred, still oblivious to the freaked out duo only a few feet in front of them.
"AHEM!" Garu repeated, much louder this time.
Still nuttin'.
Starting to get a little jealous of the action her supposed virginal best friend was getting, Pucca rushed over to the pair and shook Ching by the shoulders. "Snap out of it!!"
Upset at having her lips so rudely separated from her beloved Abyo's, Ching turned to glare at her offender. Her cheeks turned an unnatural shade of red as she realized it was her best friend Pucca, who was looking at her with an 'I-can't-believe-you'd-do-something-like-this-little-Chingy!' stare.
Like what? Blinking, Ching slowly brought her gaze down to herself and Abyo, the guy she was…straddling? What!?
'Oh my, looks like I got a little carried away!' she thought, biting her lower lip. Her hands flew up to her burning cheeks as she realized she'd thrown off her dress somewhere in the process and was now clad in only her underwear. While not nearly as daring as Pucca's black lace set, underwear was underwear. Her arms flew across her chest as she attempted to maintain some decency, much to Abyo's disappointment.
"Aww, Pucca, why'd you have to ruin it!" he whined.
"Forget that! What did you do to Ching!" she demanded accusingly.
"Me? Do something to Ching? What kind of scum do you think I am?! I didn't do anything! I just sat back and enjoyed the show!" he replied defensively, grinning goofily at the recent memory.
Pucca rolled her eyes and turned to her blushing best friend who was currently slipping her dress back on. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Garu looking in the opposite direction, embarrassed. She smiled a bit. 'At least it's not just me.'
Breaking her mind away from the thought, she waited until Ching was finished dressing before starting with the interrogation. "Ching, do you mind telling us what made you end up sucking face with Abyo, half-naked on his lap?"
Hiding her face behind her hands in shame for a second, she brought them down before sighing. "I'm not sure. All I can say is that once I started moving, I really got into it. I've never really done anything like that before; I didn't know it could be so much fun or so exciting!" she said, gaining back some of her characteristic perkiness. "So yeah, before I knew it, the lap dance turned into a strip tease, and there I was half-naked on Abyo's lap!"
Pucca and Garu stood, gaping. She'd given her explanation in the same tone you'd expect if she was talking about how much fun it was to bake cookies with her friends. Meanwhile, Abyo remained in the chair, a dewy look in his eyes—he was obviously replaying the scene Ching had just described over in his head.
Awkward silence filled the room as Pucca and Garu tried to get over the fact that Ching wasn't as innocent as she seemed and that their earlier sexual escapades has just been PWNed.
"So!" Ching chirped merrily, breaking the silence and completely oblivious to her friends' shock, "let's finish our game! Pucca, truth or dare?"
Still a little dumbstruck, Pucca quickly shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She focused back on the task at hand—reminding Garu just how badly he wanted a piece of her.
"Dare."
"Okay, Pucca. Let's see…" Ching paused to think. "Oh, I know! Pucca, I dare you to take off all of your clothes and pour chocolate pudding over yourself, with whipped cream and everything, and then let Garu eat it!"
Complete silence. Part deux.
"Ching…what the fuck?" Pucca asked. She did want to get Garu turned on, but my god. Who was this person and what did she do with Ching? "Seriously Ching. O.D.!!"
"Is it?" Ching asked obliviously, tilting her head to the side while cutely smiling and shrugging her shoulders as if to say "HA, too bad biyatch!"
Meanwhile, Garu's eyes had widened and drool leaked from his mouth, which was currently biting his fist. Oh, how he loved chocolate pudding. And whipped cream, too! And, yeah, there was that whole eating it off of Pucca thing…
He groaned, that dare was so freakin' sweet! His smile abruptly fell from his face as he caught sight of the time: 11:32. So close, and yet so far…crap.
"So, wait, Ching, you mean take off ALL my clothes? Like underwear too?" ask Pucca nervously.
Ching giggled as she thought about it. "Well, Puc—"
"Think about it before you answer, Ching." Pucca growled.
And Ching did just that—she wasn't afraid of her friend, but she did remember and appreciate how Pucca had let her have her alone time with Abyo. She really didn't have to do that; she could've stayed and watched. And then Ching probably wouldn't have been as bold and have discovered her wild side. She truly did owe Pucca one.
"Not if you don't want to, Pucca."
"Alright," Pucca agreed, still feeling a little hesitant. She turned over to Garu, and her hesitant frown was replaced with a smug smirk as she noticed how utterly eager and desperate he looked. How could she ever think for even a second he didn't want her?
Swaying her hips slightly as she made her way towards him, she stopped in front of him and whispered, "Get ready for the best meal of your life."
First of all: Don't even ASK what I was on when I wrote this chapter. I don't know, okay!?...x.x
Second of all: Okay, I know what ya'll are thinking: What the HELL did this crazy author do to our sweet and loveable Ching!? Well, you see, I was thinking about it, and the nice girls are always the ones who get caught up and carried away when they're first starting to experiment, as IWearShortShorts also pointed out. And furthermore, come on, we all know Ching is a bit of a freak! With that chicken on her head, and her love for Abyo, who she's kinda too good for x.x
And as for Pucca's dare, it was inspired by a combination of your suggestions from the reviews and PMs. Thank you guy so much for all of those, it gave me lots and lots to choose from :)
And that part about Garu not being the most mentally stable guy--two episodes, my friends: "Flower Power" and "Oh, The Bells!" Watch these and you'll see he can be one seriously insane guy XP
So yeah, in this chapter the tables got kinda turned! Now instead of Garu being the perv, it's Pucca! She just wants to feel loved :P Will she break Garu, or can he resist for just half an hour more? Find out next chap!! :O
(This chap was kinda influenced by "Carnal Pleasure", a fic by ShortShorts. But considering I helped her come up with that plot, I don't feel bad XP Suck it, my friend. Suck it! O.o) And oh yeah, my good friend singingxcheese helped out a lot too! Thanks for the brainstroming sessions when I was stuck ;) (And we can't forget KitKat; that comment about how Pucca's dare should be 'tasty'...doesn't get much more tasty than chocolate pudding XP Hey KitKat!) And once again, thanks to all the reviewers too!