Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode : Swimming With the Fishes

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double checked with online research. All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show. No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.

You'd think that a week of R&R would be more than enough to recharge from even so long on the road. Of course, it's a bit more complex than that when you're handcuffed to a bed. The only time I was completely freed of restraints was for the minute or so that Officer Jenny let me up in order to take off my shirt. Oh, and to go to the bathroom. Thankfully, she didn't try to cuff me to her for that. (I have issues about going to the bathroom when someone's in the room.)

Then again, where would I be able to escape? She had my clothes and bag carefully under guard in the main room.

So it's hard to sleep with both hands chained above my head. So I was only allowed a single hand with which to feed myself. I'm not exactly going to complain about the quality of life for that week. Jenny left the TV on when she wandered off for her occasional patrols. Though, I have to admit I didn't notice it much. My mind was mostly derailed by the knowledge that beneath the perfect appearance of her uniform there was nearly an unblemished layer of my seed. Not all of it was dry, either.

When she returned, she used me mercilessly as an object of sexual gratification. By the time my "vacation" was over I wasn't entirely certain I could walk, much less battle. Still, Pastoria was just around the bend and I only needed two more badges to challenge the league. On the plus side, it seemed that Jenny had as little to use her money on as I did and insisted on settling the tab with the expensive resort.

Crasher Wake hadn't been all that friendly, despite what everyone said about his personality. I suppose everyone has to have their bad days. Or maybe we're just personalities who're destined to clash. Of course, it could also have been the smirks Officer Jenny continued to offer whenever she passed by.

Fortunately, my pokemon were a bit ornery after a week's worth of inactivity. They hadn't even been given much chance to stretch their legs all that time. Hel, my new abomasnow, was particularly annoyed. Her mood improved drastically when she got to wipe the floor with his quagsire and floatzel. One blast of thunderbolt from Lita and gyrados brought the match to a crashing end.

So it was that I found myself on a little beach not far from Pastoria. My muscles needed to soak and unwind. My first thought, when I felt a tug on my bathing trunks, was that a passing pokemon had decided to try them for taste. Aside from a hand to make certain they stayed up, I didn't give it another thought. I barely even opened my eyes a crack to make sure it wasn't anything too dangerous.

My eyes widened a moment later with the discovery of perhaps one of the most dangerous creatures in any world; a very attractive, very young looking, woman in a single piece bathing suit! More shocking was the fact that her eyes hovered inches above mine and impossibly perky breasts strained against the suit inches away in the other direction. Propped up as she was, by her arms, with her legs dragging behind, she reminded me of the classic image of a mermaid. If not for the clothing, I might have even stumbled onto the thought that she was one of those mythical beasts!

"Hi." She said simply. The single, breathy, word caused her chest to heave even closer.

Okay, so I'm sometimes a bit slow. It's always been a bit of a mystery why anyone would be all that interested in me. Low self esteem sucks. Things have changed more than a bit since I found my way from my world to Sinnoh, and even more since two years of wandering has hardened my physique, but even now I'm still prone to thinking they want something other than my body.

Even with all of that baggage as a disadvantage, I instantly knew she was flirting. About the only way she could have been more blatant was to have straddled my leg and begun to hump me. At that moment, it wouldn't have surprised me.

"Hi?" I muddled a response.

"One little peek wouldn't hurt, would it?" Her smile widened and I found myself in even more of a daze. She was stunning, she was barely dressed, she was young and obviously healthy, and she was turning her considerable charm directly on me.

The thing was, it might! I didn't even know this girl's name much less her age. Hell, for all I knew Swimmer Jane Doe had a big burly boyfriend who would pummel me just because I'd been close enough to personally attest that each of her nipples were the size of the tip of my pinky. The fact that aforesaid nipples practically broke through the strained fabric in their exuberance didn't help matters either.

As energetic as she was, she was bright enough to realize that the way I clutched my single article of clothing even tighter was its own answer. She pushed off, away from the edge of the water, and stood a couple of feet away. Definitely not a mermaid! And if those nipples and that cleavage had been difficult to ignore, the strip of fabric that slunk between her legs and pretended to cover her was even worse. More maddening, however thin it was in front, I'd seen enough from that simple motion to know it covered most of her cute ass. The hint of impropriety without the damning revelation of the forbidden.

"Tell you what," she tried a different tactic, "we'll play a game. Whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing."

Transparent much? Like it would be much of a game, since neither of us had more than a single article of clothing apiece. I couldn't keep the skepticism out of my voice. "Let me guess, you just turned eighteen and you've always wanted to try an adult rules battle."

To my surprise, a blank look of confusion stared across the short distance at me. With her head cocked to one side, she looked frustratingly like the blond she was. I hate stereotyping, but it fit all too well at that moment. I took a little pity on her.

"Look, my name's Lynx." I pulled my trainer card out of the pocket of my trunks and held it out for her to review. Her eyes widened in understanding and her own hand glided suggestively down her body. Out of all of the impossible things I've seen in my time in the world of pokemon, I really would like to know how she'd hidden her own trainer card beneath the crotch of her suit. I suppose the dimensions are possible, barely, but how it hadn't shifted and gotten lost somewhere in the ocean was completely beyond me.

Swimmer Julia was actually twenty-three! I'd have guessed sixteen, personally. The real surprise was that she'd had her official trainer's card for twelve years but had no notifications on it for any kind of victory over gyms or contests or anything. It was almost as pristine as the day it had been laminated.

For her part, she seemed incredibly impressed by my own credentials. Well, I had seven badges to my name these days. One more and I could make a go at the final four. I had every confidence I'd make just as short a work of them as I had Crasher Wake.

"I don't get it! You see a pretty girl in a bathing suit, who tries to rip off your clothes I might add, and your first reaction is you want to battle? What're you, gay?" With my ID still firmly in hand, Julia put her hands on her hips. She was the perfect model of indignant.

It was my turn to be confused. It wasn't the first time someone in Sinnoh had thought I might be gay. Still, usually it was more of 'hoped' I was gay and challenged me to adult rules. She was a trainer, she clearly wanted sex, she was old enough, why the rigmarole rather than an outright challenge?

"Uh, you suggested a game of strip...whatever...That sounds like adult rules battle to me."

Julia's indignant expression faltered once more. This time, I was paying enough attention to notice clearly that she seemed stumped by the concept of adult rules. I didn't know how it might be possible, given the sheer pervasion of the rules, but she didn't seem to have heard of them. Despite what her card said, I began to suspect the problem.

"Julia, how long have you been a pokemon trainer?" It was an apparent non-sequeter for her. She looked at me blankly for another moment so I felt inclined to expand on the question. "When did you get your first pokemon?"

"About three months ago." She answered, suspicious.

There it was. Unlike most of the world, Julia hadn't grown up fantasizing about her future with pokemon. She hadn't followed every minor aspect of the competitions with the same zeal as people like Gardenia or Cynthia. She hadn't hung out in the circles that experimented with sex even while they continued to bolster their skills as trainers.

"Okay." I sighed as I tried to figure out how to explain it to her. It really was rather remarkable no one had come along and challenged her already. With her looks, I'd have thought it a sure thing. The added fact that she couldn't have a high level pokemon, and would be relatively easy to defeat, made it even more of a shock.

"The thing is, there's sort of an unofficial set of rules for pokemon battles that can be applied between consenting adults." I hurried on, aware of her growing look of horror. "It's a form of gambling. The winner of an 'adult rules' battle is allowed to ask anything of the loser, within limitations.

"It's generally assumed that the request will be some form of vanilla sexual activity. If you have something different in mind, fetishes, information, an object you know the other person owns, it has to be declared before the battle begins. There's no obligation to accept any or all challenges presented to you, so if you're uncomfortable with a stipulation someone gives, you can simply refuse."

The more I explained, the less horrified she became. I understood that feeling. It would have been all too easy to jump to the conclusion that it had something to do with pokemon involved in the sexual activities. Hell, there was hentai that revolved around that kind of thing in my world. It had always seemed a bit too close to bestiality for my tastes so I'd always avoided anything that even resembled the concept.

Her expression turned thoughtful. I could tell she was one of those who would quickly latch onto the idea. And why not? As a woman, she had yet to reach the peak of her sexual prowess and appetite. One thing was more than clear about the world of pokemon; the women here weren't repressed, whether it meant the authority they could wield or their freedom to pursue promiscuity.

"Adult rules, eh?" She grinned. "I like that. Okay. Lynx, I challenge you to an adult rules battle! Right here, right now."

"No." Her grin vanished with a look of utter shock. Before she could revert to questioning my sexual orientation, I figured I should explain my reaction. "Look, you're hot-as-hell. Matter of fact, it's a good thing I'm half under-water 'cause it hides the raging hard-on I've got."

That wasn't entirely true. I was a bit aroused by her but not even fully hard. Still, the underlying sentiment remained valid. The coy smile I received proved I'd judged correctly, however, and provided just enough flattery that she no longer felt insulted. Of course, I might very well push her back to that response with the real reason I refused.

"I'm not saying I don't want to, or am not willing to, have sex with you. The thing is, there's not much point to a battle. I've been on the road for a couple of years now, training and battling. I've beaten seven gym leaders." Not to mention the Sinnoh League Champion.

"If you only got your first pokemon a few months ago, it's a safe bet that I'd beat you. That wouldn't do much for your confidence, much less the confidence of whatever pokemon you sent against me. I could try to find a way to handicap the match, but I don't think it would do much good for either of you in the long run."

It might have been a bit blunt, but Julia seemed to consider it. Finally, a bit glum, she nodded her understanding if not complete acceptance. "I guess I can see that. It's just, I saw you there and you got a rockin' bod' and I kinda wanted to finally go all the way so I thought it might be the right time especially since there's those adult rules to play with but I guess you have a point."

My brain screeched to a complete halt. Buried in the middle of that rambling was a nugget that took me completely by surprise. I'd been a geek and a freak for most of my life but I'd still managed to lose my virginity by the time I was twenty (okay, almost twenty-one). How someone who looked like she did, and was twenty-three, was still a virgin baffled the mind almost as thoroughly as the concept of an animal the size of a building being sucked into a device the size of a baseball. Then again, as the pokeball proved, this was a world of impossibilities.

Julia accurately guessed the thoughts that sputtered through my stalled brain. "Oh, I've done pretty much everything else; blowjobs, hand-jobs, gotten eaten out. I suppose I'm technically not even a virgin, between the facts that I broke my hymen with a dildo when I was fourteen and that I've had anal. I guess, if you're uncomfortable with the thought of being my first, I could let you do anal."

My hand whipped up in the universal sign for 'stop'. On a purely autonomic response my mouth spit out an answer. "No anal." Sad truth, I had yet to meet a woman who was sufficiently 'broken in' that she wasn't so tight that it hurt. Even more depressing, I think I'd automatically lose respect (and thereby attraction) for any woman who could handle my larger-than-average girth.

Hopeful puppy-dog eyes stared at me from beneath batting lashes. It was impossible to ignore and even harder to resist. I think she knew that she looked so young and tended to play that up rather than attempting the coy seductress. For me, it was a smart choice. I, like a good number of men, tended to be a bit on the oblivious side when it came to subtlety.

I sighed heavily. Some noble, romantic, part of my heart demanded that anyone's first time should be with someone they loved. Still, there was a more pragmatic side, the side that had come to accept one-night-stands, that suggested it wasn't a bad thing to lose your virginity to a stranger. After all, a relationship could easily fall apart if the first time was awkward. One or both could easily interpret that as sex itself being more hype than pleasure.

Then again, that could simply have been my desire for her making excuses. She was hot. She was willing. And, most of all, she was too damn close now!

"Tell, you what. I'm not sure if there is such a thing, but maybe we can create an adult rules training session?" I quickly came up with as a compromise. If Officer Jenny had been able to suggest sexual favors as repayment for my services to the police, she must know of loopholes in the law that allowed for it in other areas. If anyone tried to press the issue, I'd simply call her and find out what they were.

Julia's head cocked to one side and shifted forward slightly. It was a stunning and naively hopeful gesture that started my blood boiling. "What did you have in mind?"

The problem was, I didn't really have anything in mind. Still, her idea of making it into a game wasn't a bad one. Stripping was out of the question, given that we were in a relatively public spot. Not too many people wandered by but it would be fairly obvious if one or both of us were buck-naked while we trained pokemon.

"How about this. I'll set up a drill to work on your pokemon's accuracy. Every time you miss, I get to play with you a little. Every time you hit, you get to play with me. The first one that has an orgasm loses and has to do whatever the winner says, per standard adult rules."

She thought about it for a moment then shrugged with a playful smile. "Sounds good to me. One sec' though. I gotta get my pokemon."

I nodded and waded in to shore to collect my own companions. I hadn't really thought about my state of arousal, or the trunks I currently wore, until I noticed she'd stopped in her tracks. She stared, unabashedly, at the rather large tent I was sporting. Wonder and nerves suddenly flashed across her expression, as she had to have begun thinking about what she'd gotten herself into.

I didn't mind the pause. It allowed me to more clearly see her body. The suit managed to separate her moderate breasts, rather than squish them together into true cleavage, while still providing a low-cut display. Her bare hips were fully on display, with only a couple of thin straps to wrap around behind her and hold the whole design together. I didn't know if this was another example of the skewed physics of this world or not, but I highly approved!

"Having second thoughts?" I asked gently. If she'd done everything she claimed with other guys then she might have been a bit intimidated. Unless the vibrator she used was exceptional, she might very well not be ready for me no matter how much foreplay I managed.

Her head shook side to side rapidly in response. I could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes, however. She was having second thoughts but she was determined to go through with this. At the same time, there was a hint of eagerness that probably came entirely from animal instinct.

I walked slowly over to my gear and pulled off one pokeball. I summoned Lita, my child-like ralts, and stood patiently while Swimmer Julia managed to pull herself together and collect her only pokeball. While I had begun my journey with an overpowered single pokemon, the revelation pretty much confirmed to me that hers would probably be very low level indeed.

"Here's what we'll start with." I explained as I walked over next to Julia. "When you call out your pokemon, I'll have my ralts aim magic leaf into the air. You can then have your pokemon practice attacks and try to hit the leaves before they reach the water. Sound fair?"

Julia nodded and pointed her pokeball at the water in front of us. I wasn't surprised. I'd encountered her in the water, she wore a bathing suit, there had been no doubt in my mind she was a water-type trainer. She called forth her mantyke and I couldn't help but smile. The little manta ray was just as adorable in person as it was on screen.

Still, we were there for training. I turned my attention back to my psychic pokemon and reviewed the instructions once more. Thumb-shaped flipper still in her mouth, my ralts nodded her understanding.

The first leaf that Lita launched flew lazily in the general direction of the mantyke. I'd trained this way before, with my own pokemon, so she knew to start simply in order to gauge the speed and accuracy of her training partner. It would probably mean Julia would get in some good groping early on, but I had faith I wouldn't lose in the long run.

"Mantyke, use tackle!"

Oh dear. If the poor little guy still knew tackle it was a sure bet he was very low level. Granted, many pokemon didn't learn that many moves early on, but tackle was such a relatively weak attack that it was usually one of the first to be forgotten. The little manta dove under water for a moment, to build up speed, then burst upward and flew right through the multi-colored glowing leaf.
Julia grinned triumphantly when she turned to me. Her body pressed against my side and her hand dipped down to rub against the bulge in my trunks. Her fingers curled around the tented fabric but discovered they could not fully close around my girth. I hadn't taken my eyes from hers and I witnessed the resurgence of her uncertainty.

With shorter breath, Julia let go and leaned back. Her legs wobbled a little as she tried to focus her attention back on the task at hand; the pokemon. It was easier for me to concentrate. Not only had I trained with Lita like this many times, I also had experience of the rest, which the swimmer could not match.

The next leaf flew slightly faster than the first and a good foot farther away as well. Once more, the mantyke dove underwater as instructed and pounced successfully on the leaf. A bit more hesitantly, Julia's hand brushed over the tip of my lust then sank between my legs to cup my testicles. Her fingers jiggled, slightly, and startled a gasp from me. I could no longer doubt that she had at least some experience with men when my loins contracted with a pulse of desire.

The mantyke tackled another leaf. My reaction had returned some measure of confidence to Julia. Rather than press against my side, she moved directly in front of me. Both of her hands dropped to caress me. As with last time, she avoided the obvious length and began to massage lower. Whether she knew from experience or not, she had quite accurately deduced that the most certain manner to get me to finish was not to go straight for the sensitive shaft but to overwhelm the pressure that built up within me first. Only after that would she need to switch tactics back to the more obvious.

As much as I began to wonder if I really would be able to hold out, I refused to cheat. Lita could spin the magic leaf anywhere I demanded and at whatever speed. There was no question that I could make the mantyke miss, but it wouldn't really gain Julia or her pokemon any more experience than if I had simply beat her in a battle.

It turned out I needn't have worried on that score. I hadn't noticed, distracted as I'd been by Julia's ministrations, but the manta had wobbled a bit on the last attack. This time, the leaf was just a hair beyond its range to strike. Julia gave a playful little pout at the miss. It was clear, however, she anticipated discovering what I might do in return for her successes.

I slipped around behind her, the easiest and most comfortable position from which to play. I toyed with the idea of going straight for her depths. I knew my fingers well enough that I could stimulate very similar feelings within her quickly enough. But I wanted to play. More, I wanted to luxuriate in those breasts.

My arms came up around her in a manner that pressed her arms helplessly to her sides. The deep plunge of her neckline tempted me thoroughly to slide my hands beneath and pinch and twirl her nipples. In three successes, she had yet to violate my swimsuit. If I did so then, it would invite reciprocation and her skill had already been proven more than a match despite the hindrance.

I forced myself to be content to cup her breasts and run my thumbs lightly across the hard forms where they were displayed through the fabric of the suit. I felt her chest swell with a sharp intake of breath. Her head tilted back to lean appreciatively on my shoulder. Her eyes were half closed. She groaned in pleasure.

Clearly, Julia appreciated my decision towards foreplay. Guys closer to her own age were mostly in too much of a rush to truly appreciate the fine art that prolonged the session and, in the end, made for a much more cataclysmic explosion. Whatever attention we paid to each other's bodies now would only make the end result more special.

I hadn't paid much attention to her firm butt. Although the bathing suit she wore was cut high on the sides, to expose her hips, the back still managed to cover most of her rather than form into a thong. It was actually a rather impressive design. I didn't notice until I felt her body lift and her muscular ass begin to rub against my straining trunks.

I wasn't entirely certain if that was fair. The loser of each round was supposed to be the one tormented. Still, I had put myself into a position where she could do so with minimal effort. Maybe next time I would have to chose a different angle. Then again, I really didn't mind the sensation. I wasn't even against losing this particular bet, aside from the fact that it would take a lot more effort to bring myself back around to the point where I could take her virginity.

After a few more seconds, my hands dropped and I stepped back. From the slightly dazed, satisfied, look on her face, I suspected that the grinding had nearly as much effect on her as it had on me. She'd already become a true believer in the concept of adult rules pokemon training.

The next leaf kept the same speed but moved a little farther out. It was an experiment to discover if the failure had been a fluke. Sometimes, even the best of battlers simply missed even the easiest of targets. I suspected that wasn't the case there, but Julia had the sense to switch tactics herself. "Mantyke, bubble!"

At least her pokemon had an attack suited to one of its types. A handful of slowish moving bubbles shot out of the manta's mouth and popped when they hit the leaf. "Not bad," I said with a nod. "It wouldn't work all that well to block an attack in a battle, since bubble is a slower attack, but you've proven your aim with it at least."

Julia beamed at the compliment and advice. This time, she sidled up against the front of my body. Her hands slipped between us, between both of our legs, to fondle me some more as she had before. The difference was that she rubbed my solid length with the cleft of her legs. We both moaned in pleasure. Whoever won, we both wanted to be ready to share the victory.

Her mantyke missed the next one. Given her willingness to arouse herself while she played with me, I returned behind her and allowed her to grind while I taunted her. The hard nipples were easy to find despite the thick material of her suit. I pinched and tugged at them while I cupped and massaged her breasts. I waited until a mewl escaped before I stopped.

Another hit and my body began to shiver with anticipation. It no longer mattered whether her pokemon succeeded or failed. All that concerned us was the ability to tease each other. At least, I'd thought that was the case right up until she dropped down in front of me.

"Oh gods." I muttered the moment her lips closed around the tented fabric of my suit. The offending clothing prevented her from pushing all the way to my base but it was more than enough to cause my length to jump wildly within her mouth. If she was going to go to those lengths, there was no way I could survive.

She only allowed herself a single bob forward and back before she retreated entirely and we returned to the training. It was enough to cause my legs to shake, however. Thankfully, I didn't even have to deliver commands to Lita or I don't think I'd have been able to concentrate.

I think my ralts picked up on my state of mind. Of course she would, she is a psychic type, after all. The next leaf was a little faster and farther than the standard progression called for. The mantyke missed and it was my turn.

Once more I pressed against her back. Before I could even begin, a groan escaped my mouth when her butt ground against my tormented shaft. It was my turn, however. My right hand closed around her, headed for her left breast. This time I gave in to my desire and slipped beneath, flesh to flesh, to cup and caress.

It was Julia's turn to moan. I wasn't through. My other arm curled around her hip and my hand traced a path down the seam of her suit and pressed firmly between her legs. Her hips rolled forward to encourage greater pressure and I gladly acquiesced.

It went like that. When her pokemon failed, I snuggled against her, plucked at her nipples and rubbed her swollen bud. When the mantyke hit, she took the next step, cinched up the bottom of my loose swim suit and fondled me directly.

The next time I was in control, my right hand wasn't the only one to sneak beneath her suit. It was more difficult to slip my fingers under the tight material at the crotch but what a delight I discovered. While we proceeded with her training, we remained in the shallow water, up to only our knees. Even the water from when she'd knelt to use her mouth had dried in the warm mid-day sun.

There could only be one explanation for the sticky moisture that covered my fingers with only the first caress. Focused on her ministrations, when it was her turn, or from behind her, when it was mine, I hadn't noticed how desperate she'd become. At the first brush of my skin, directly against that feverishly engorged pearl, her body sagged against my embrace and shook.

I knew I'd won. It hadn't been her climax, not yet, but she was much closer than I was. At that point, she'd have to deep-throat me to get me anywhere near the level of stimulation I felt from her body. While I certainly didn't mind that prospect, my own suit prevented it. She'd have to strip me first and I would, rightfully, point out that removing clothing during a challenge was a stipulation beyond the normal adult rules. I knew. After all, I'd once had to fight a series of battles where the state of undress of my opponents had been a severe distraction.

I continued to hold her even after I finally pulled my hands free. It took her a few moments to gather herself together. When she finally proved she could stand on her own, I loosened my grip. She glanced at me, her breath still shallow. It became ragged when I brought my fingers up to my mouth and began to meticulously clean them of her sweet cream.

"Is...is it always like this?"

I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to say that it was. I could sense that she wanted to go out and make a habit of challenging anyone and everyone she found even remotely attractive. Unfortunately, I had to relieve her of at least a little of her illusions.

"Not really." I admitted. "There's nothing that says you couldn't make a stipulation similar, of course. Maybe something like every time a pokemon falls their trainer gets fondled. But normally it's the heat of the battle followed by whatever the winner wants.

"Truthfully, you should probably expect to give lots of blowjobs. Guys like them and the younger ones won't be thinking as much about what you can get out of it. Hell, women want guys to go down on them too, since it's not all that common, but at least they usually want to have sex afterwards. If for no other reason than to keep the pleasure going."

The look in her eyes asked if that was really possible. I wasn't surprised. Youthful experiments generally revolved around trying one thing at a time. To a teen's mind, what was the point of eating a girl out, until she came, if he was just going to do anal afterwards?

Julia focused her attention back on her mantyke, the sign she was ready to continue. I nodded to my patient Lita and another multi-colored leaf flew. Julia had been less prepared than she thought and couldn't manage to croak out a command in time. Fortunately, her pokemon had gotten used to the process and took matters into its own fins.

When the mantyke's mouth dropped open, it wasn't another bubble that popped out. Instead, a high-pitched scream issued forth, visible in the way it stressed and compressed the air in front of it. Both of us stared wide-eyed. The little guy had learned a new move, supersonic!

The unanticipated attack missed.

A moment later, my body pressed against Julia's. My fingers slipped more easily beneath her tight suit. "Oh god." Her body had begun to shake with nothing more than the sensation of my hand against her. The moment my finger brushed against her mound her legs wobbled. My other arm wrapped around her waist this time and I carefully guided her to her knees, even as I began to press deeper with my questing fingers.

I could feel the tension in her body. Now that I'd relieved her of the need to keep her balance, she was frozen, on the very edge. I was more than willing to push her over. Two fingers sought and found her temple and pushed lightly inside to invade her core.

I was braced when her back suddenly arched against me. Her head dropped back and a scream of delight rocked through her. Her arms fought against the confines of my embrace. Her hips bucked and writhed against the hand that rubbed her overly sensitive bud and probed her quivering depths.

Julia's lovers had never reveled in the pleasure they brought her. They brought her to orgasm and that was that. In those moments, I could think of nothing else but the vicarious euphoria I gleaned from her unbridled release. I buried my fingers inside of her and then spread them as I drew them back out. The muscles of her core strained against my actions and sent her even farther over the edge.

The feel of my teeth, light against the back of her neck, nearly earned me a reverse head-butt in response. Her body bucked, hard, thrusting against my hands. Her screams echoed across the water, barely articulate as a one word mantra. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, YES!"

Moments later, Julia's arms flailed free. Her own body's reactions had thrown her free of my grip and only instinct had allowed her to catch her fall with her hands. I knelt there, behind her, while her body continued to work through the overwhelming climax. My hands were only now free and she hadn't had time to process that I no longer tormented her.

On her hands and knees, it was difficult for me to resist the urge to strip that suit off of her and take her from behind. The top half already hung limp in the water. She still hadn't noticed that my light nip had caught the knot that kept it together. It would only take a matter of seconds to drop both of our suits to our knees.

I started with my own. I unwrapped one of my precious stores of condoms and sheathed myself before I worked the trunks off my hips and around the rigid shaft. Once I had the suit trapped beneath my knees, I brought my hands to her hips. Julia acted on base instinct. When my fingers curled under the seam of her suit, she provided just enough resistance that it slipped off. As soon as it cleared her hips, her body rocked back, her chest lowered with her lust held high, demanding to be taken.

A dazed stare met me when I gently but firmly began to guide her hips to turn her around. With effort and concentration, Julia obliged. Once we were face to face, I sat back on my heels and began to guide her towards me. She smiled in wonder and her body complied. First her knees pressed against my hips and then she was fully in position.

Even the nervousness about my size couldn't find purchase in the stupefied expression that met my gaze. Her mouth hung slightly open and her chest thrust itself towards me. Cautious, I nuzzled the very tip of my length into her sopping folds. She moaned and another shudder raced through her body, reminding her she had yet to fully recover from my previous ministrations.

Inch by inch I slowly lowered her onto my shaft. She began to scream immediately. Her body fought to speed the process, desperate to enfold me and relieve herself of the unanticipated, unendurable, pleasure. My hands held her hips firm and dictated the speed with which she could descend.

As tempting as her pose had been, I could never have taken her from behind. She was too unused to the feel. I was too large and too long. The position would have allowed me the full length of my manhood and would have punched painfully into her. Instead, sitting on my heels, I was limited in my length, if not my girth.

Julia wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back in delight. The mere minutes that had passed were not enough to blunt the heat of her climax. It had been dulled, certainly, but the solid length that opened her slowly was more than enough to coax it back to full strength.

There was no art to the frantic manner in which she tried to bounce up and down on my lap. Still, if there was little skill, there was a desperate passion and longing that could not be denied. I calmed her haste with my hands, still on her hips. Her breath evened out in time with my slow, deliberate, strokes but her screams grew even more intense.

If she didn't know what to do, her body certainly did. With each thrust, her back arched and pressed her breasts forward to caress my chest. Her depths parted gratefully each time I pushed within and grasped longingly when I began to pull out once more. I believe her core wept constantly in a pointless effort to keep us lubricated but it quickly became lost in the water that surrounded us.

I lost myself in the simple joy that Julia exuded. What had long since become about pleasure and fun, for me, was still exciting and wondrous to her. I was reminded of how I had once been; unable to separate sex from an emotional relationship. Somehow, over the past couple of years, it had lost its deeper meaning for me.

A tear crept from the corner of my eye to once more be able to sense, even if only as a witness, the innocent power of the act.

Compared to some I'd encountered in my time in Sinnoh, my own climax was paltry. The rush of heat, the sense of release, the physical pleasure were all there. But it didn't compare with the endless bliss that Jenny had demanded of me. Nor was there a hint of the shared explosion with Cynthia.

It didn't matter. What mattered was how Julia's body reacted. The purely physical reactions of my body sent signals that she knew how to interpret. My rhythm became erratic. My lust began to pulse more strongly and swell even farther. And, yes, the condom expanded as my seed began to fill it. All of these things her primal mind noted and sent her even higher.

At last, my rhythm slowed to a stop. Nearly boneless, Swimmer Julia slumped forward. Her forehead rested against my chest. She dangled from limp arms, still wrapped around my neck. The solid strength of my hands on her hips held her upright.

"My god. That was so much better than anything else." She whispered through ragged breath. I couldn't help but chuckle. My own head bowed so that my forehead rested against the top of hers.

"Partly, that's because of the teasing we both did." I admitted. "Foreplay is a wonderful thing, especially if it brings the woman to climax before you even begin. But it's even more impressive, more powerful, when it's with someone you truly care about. Someone who cares about you."

Julia lifted her head and glanced into my eyes. I could see her skepticism. She thought that was just something that adults and preachers would say in an effort to trick youth into abstaining until 'the right time'. While the truth remained in my eyes, she still found it a little difficult to believe. She'd learn, eventually.

We parted shortly afterwards. I had confidence that her mantyke would at least be able to defeat the first few wild pokemon she found. More importantly, however, she'd also learned a bit more about sex, and the world around her. I had no doubt she'd dive headfirst into the wonders of adult rules. I also had little doubt she'd enjoy it immensely.

For myself, I'd been reminded of where I'd come from. I wasn't about to give up on adult rules, myself, but maybe it was time to take it a bit more seriously. It was time to remember who I was, who I'd been, once upon a time.

One more badge to go and I could challenge the final four. After that, I didn't know. For the first time in a long time, I wondered if I would be sent home when 'I beat the game'. Of course, the wonderful thing about the pokemon games, there was always something more to accomplish.