Disclaimer: I don’t own Bandai, Toei or Digimon. So don’t sue. I’ve got no money anyway.
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Keep It a Secret
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I still
couldn’t believe it. It had only been two hours I had spent in
She made a sigh of relief and wrapped a towel around her drying hair. “I know. That’s why it’s good he doesn’t know. This stays our little secret. Okay, Hiro-chan?” she said tapping me on the nose. “Okay.” She motioned me away from the door. “I’m going to walk out now. You wait a few minutes before you leave, ‘kay?” I nodded. “Okay.” She kissed me again on the cheek and slipped out. This was a blessing in disguise because for some reason, I really had to piss. Plus, I needed some time to think.
I had only met Irene two hours ago and I had just lost my virginity to her. How the hell did that happen? I lifted the toilet lid and sat down, unleashing my burning whiz, still deep in thought. I like Irene a lot, but it’s as if she saw me and decided right then and there we were meant for each other. Not that that’s bad or anything. She’s real sweet. Somewhat of a bitch, but still real sweet. I wouldn’t mind being her boyfriend, but we live so far apart. Shit! I didn’t use a condom! She could be fertilized as we speak and I could be an expecting father! What the hell was I thinking! She might have an STD even. Or I might! Crap, I wish I had thought about this before I went full-force into her, or let her go full-force into me, for that matter.
I got off the toilet, flushed it, and slipped out myself. The corridor was empty, thankfully, and no one was the wiser. I grabbed my duffel bag I had left at the front door and headed for the guest room I was sharing with Kenta.
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The room wasn’t exactly a suite at the Waldorf, but it wasn’t that bad. Two regular beds, plain white walls. Like the entire room was undergoing redecoration. I plopped my bag down on the bed unoccupied by Kenta’s shit and began unpacking my gear. Just the usual stuff; clothes, toiletries, etc. About two minutes after I started, Kenta walked in. “Kenta! Hey man, see you’re already unpacked.” He flopped onto the other bed exhausted. “And it looks like you’re just starting. Where have you been?” Don’t say ‘fucking Irene’. Don’t say ‘fucking Irene’. “Checking out the house.” Kenta sighed with relief. “Cool. I mean, I thought you had run off fearing the rest of this trip.” I gave off a nervous laugh in reply. “Hehehe..why would I do that?” Kenta gave me one of those blank looks. “Because you said this trip was going to suck. That’s why.” I gave off another nervous laugh, blushing a bit this time. “I said that? Well, I don’t think it’ll suck.” Kenta looked at me a little weirder than usual. “You seem a lot more nervous than you did an hour ago. Something wrong?”
“Wrong? No way, man. I’m feeling fine.” Kenta still seemed a little cautious. “Okay…I guess. Irene’s almost done with dinner. We’re having linguine with marinara sauce.” Now I was confused. “What the hell is that?” Kenta chuckled a bit. “Pasta, dipweed. Pasta. Now hurry up unless you don’t want dinner tonight.” I zipped my bag up and stashed it under the bed. “Wait up, dude. I’m starving!” I ran out into the hall, catching up to him and going to dinner.
Dinner was…awkward. The food was great. Irene was a very good cook, but there was no conversation. It was like someone punched the mute button on my life. Everytime someone tried to talk no words really came out. Kenta made a few attempts, but Irene, well, seemed a little nervous. Figures I was just as nervous as her. I mean, we fucked, and less than an hour later, we’re eating dinner with the one guy who must not know about it. Talk about stress.
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After dinner, Kenta and I volunteered to do dishes. I washed and he dried. Everything was going fine until he asked me a question. “Why the hell were you two so quiet at dinner? It’s like you’re keeping a secret from me, almost.” Oh God. “Why would I hide anything from you? We’ve been friends since birth. I’d never hide anything from you.” What a lie that was. “Okay. Just making sure.” We cleaned up the rest in silence. Kenta knew something was up, and knowing Kenta, he’d do anything to find out.
came like a runaway train. I walked to Irene’s room to tell her I was turning in for the night. “Irene?” I knocked on the door and it opened a little. “You can come in if you want, Hirokazu.” I shrugged and walked in. With all the art supplies in her room, I assumed she was an artist. “I just came to tell you I’m turning in for the night. So I’ll just leave now and…” She grabbed my shoulder and started talking in her seductive tone once more. “Stay a while, Hiro?” Dear Lord, she’s a horny bitch! “Give me some company?”
My throat tightened. “I…really should be, um, going now and…” She started running her fingers down my back. “Pleeeeeeeease?” She was real good. “I, um, don’t see why not, um, I guess.” She laid down on the bed in front of me and I sat down on the edge of it. “Do you believe in destiny, Hiro-chan?” What the hell was this all about? “Why, Irene-chan?” She sighed a bit. “Hiro, there’s a secret I think you should know, considering I know yours.” What the fuck was she talking about? She pouted a little as she reached down and pulled out the drawer to her nightstand. There were a lot of drawings of…Digimon?! Why did she have drawings of digimon?
She reached into the drawer a bit further and pulled out an all too familiar device. A D-Ark. “I’m a Digimon Tamer, Hirokazu, and I think that there’s a reason all three of us are together. You, me, and Kenta. I don’t know if it’s a fluke, but this could be fate. Do you believe in fate, Hiro-chan?” I nodded, still in disbelief. She took off her top and shorts, looked down at herself, and chuckled a bit. “Don’t think this is for you! I’ve got to get into my nightgown now.” I sweatdropped big time. “You thought I was thinking like that? That you were stripping? Please!” That’s exactly what I had thought. She scooted over on the bed until our sides were touching. “Although…” I knew it. “That’s not a bad idea.” Horny bitch is back. She took the nightgown off and this time removed her panties, but not her bra. “Let’s try something new, Hiro. Fuck me up the ass.” Damn! She was kinky! “I..can do that..I guess..” I got on my hands and knees, pulled off my boxers, and used some of her pussy juice to lube my hard pecker so that it didn’t hurt her when I went in.
“Fuck me right in my ass, Hiro.” She was already moaning in anticipation of my delivery. I didn’t let her down. Slowly and easily, I slid my pole into her tight butt. “Oh, Hiro.” She moaned. “You’re so good to me.” I smiled and started pumping into her. She was so lost in ecstasy, she didn’t notice when I undid her bra and started massaging her jugs. She just kept moaning. I was soon lost in delight myself. The waves of sex felt so great for us. Maybe too great. We were near our climaxes when the door creeked. I snapped out of my pleasurable thoughts and saw my worst nightmares come true. Kenta was standing outside the door, mouth gaping down. We were caught.
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Chapter done, Irene! I’m going to keep this your private lemon. If you want me to post it at DAD, I will. Just give me the okay! Next chapter promises to be real good and I’ll make sure it is. Enjoy your holidays and talk to you later!
Matt