Chapter 1 - Misty & Brock: The Quickest Sex Ever

"Who would think it, right? A Water-type gym leader and a Rock-type... " Misty brushed a few strands of her red hair out of her face. It was too dark to see her freckles, but the camp fire was enough for Brock to see what a beautiful young woman she has grown into.

"The Johto League Silver Conference is going to change things forever. Ash is kind of...well it's like he's got asperger's or something." Brock threw a block of wood into the fire. Not quite angry, not quite for the sake of the fire. Misty giggled before punching him in the arm.

"That's not funny..." She stopped smiling and put her head down. "But I know what you mean. He's going to win this."

"Yeah."

"He's better than anyone we have ever seen."

"Yeah."

"And that's great and all....But that's his life. Not ours."

"Yeah." Brock rubbed his hand down his face, but then looked up at the stars. "You're an orphan, and I have shitty parents. This isn't---" Misty put her hand up to his lips to shush him and stop him from saying anything more on the subject. With her other hand she slipped her hand under his shirt and felt his abs.

"I'm not some awe struck little girl. This doesn't make you my boyfriend, or make me your girl. We can have sex and still be friends, Brock."

"No..That's not what I mean. He lives in a cartoon world. A narrow minded dream of "catching them all" and being some kind of legend. Maybe it's all he has. Maybe it's because he grew up in the suburbs in Pallet Town. He'll be sad that we all go our own ways, but it won't stop him or phase him. And all of these years we've spent together. All of this time will be like dead memories." 

"We can always stay with him..One more round. One more time." Misty suggested with a smile.

"Didn't we both do that, already, though?" Brock gave her a knowing look.

A cool wind blew by and some of the embers danced up into the air above the fire. The warm summer air had surprisingly cool night winds, cool enough to make her shiver. Brock instinctively put his arm around her to keep her warm. Not because he wanted to woo her, but because he had to take care of his 9 brothers and sisters his whole life. Suddenly a Spinarak came down on a web in front of them, Misty's jaw dropped and her eyes grew huge. Brock was speechless at the speed and force Misty was able to find a rock and chuck it at the poor bug Pokemon.

"Listen, short-shorts. I'm not being a bitch about this or anything. It's just that I've hung out with you guys as long as some city folk would have gone to middle school and high school together. I mean for us anyway. Ash was, what? ..Like ten? When you guys met? Now he's 16. The point is, we're all moving on and living our lives. Maybe we'll see each other again. Maybe not. I spent years staring at your ginger ass as you filled out those shorts."

"Hey, well, listen squinty, I remember we also met a lot of hot chicks that I had to keep you away from, least we get kicked out, arrested or thrown into an even crazier situation!" Misty exclaimed.

"This is true. HAhahaha!! Well, it was all because you had me sexually frustrated. I mean you had to know what you were doing...A tank top and short shorts?" Brock's laughter and smiles from nostalgia, made Misty smile. She remembered all the insanity they went through leading up to the Silver championships.

"You know what was crazy?" Misty asked.

"What?" Brock laughed.

"Fucking Team Rocket. What the hell was that..!? Hehehe.." She asked, leaning over, cracking herself up.

"OOOOOOHHHHHH MY GOD!!! Hahahaha!! Assholes, right?! And that one guy with the blue hair, ahhh....I can't remember his name. You know with Jessie and Meowth?"

"Heh! You remember Jessie, but not James?" Misty raised an eyebrow at him and gave him a very 'not sure if serious' expression.

"I'm just saying. How do you hang out with a chick in knee highs, a mini-skirt and natural D's and not want to tap that. Hell, how do you do that and not tap that every day?!"

"The same way you got along, I guess. Heavy masturbation. Anyway, ew. I heard she gets it on with pokemon." Misty rolled her eyes at the memory of Jessie.

"Seriously?" Brock didn't know whether to be sort of intrigued or grossed out.

"They say that's why Meowth is like the only one that can speak English fluently. He was so turned on by her that he spoke. And she encouraged him with...Well, incentives."

"Explains her starting with an Ekins." Brock slumped into Misty's arms and started kissing her belly. She immediately began blushing, but just rubbed her hands through his hair.

"That's what turns you on?! Yeah? Pokemality?" She asked, playfully pushing him off of her.

"In six years I never said this to you, but tonight I mean it with love: Shut up, Misty."

They began to play fight and tussle among the leaves and grass. Twigs poked into Brocks back, and Misty fought not to be tickled. But the more she would shriek and scream, from his ticking her sides, the harder it made him. So he pulled off her socks and shoes and began tickling her feet. She, of course, began kicking much harder to get away; her feet were even more sensitive than her sides. This led to him needing to put all of his weight on her to keep her from getting free. He was now fully erect and it was pressing into the cloth she was passing off as shorts.

It was almost uncontrollable, and he could just tell she wanted it too. He just pulled the shorts from either leg tightly, and they split right p the middle as expected. When Brock and Misty first met, she was flat chested and kind of boney. Ash was still something of a newbie back then and they only really made chump change and lived off of the fish that she could catch them. But as they all grew up, Misty began to fill out those shorts and suspenders. And it became something of a fetish or dream of Brock's to fuck her with the shorts and suspenders still on. Her clothes of choice were almost like a uniform or suit. Maybe they were just the sexiest of the clothes she used to own back then.

Even though Brock had waited a long time, he still was a master in bed. He knew not to rush things. And so he teased her pussy lips with his fingers, before sliding them up into her. Her moans of approval meant continue. Next, he began playing with her clit and now that she was wet, her body's unintentionally jumps and jolts were able to tell him how good he was doing. The shorts were small and tight and her pussy was nearly bursting out of the rip he made. He got down and began licking it. Occasionally sticking his tongue in and tongue-fucking her.

She was finally ready. When he dropped his pants, his dick pulsated from impressing himself with it's size. Since they were already on the ground he turned her to face him and began kissing her as he pushed inside. She clearly had not had much sex, if any. Her pussy was the tightest one he had ever fucked. They french kissed as he began pumping her with his hard cock.

He flipped her over and held her arms back behind her. He looked like a bull with how intense and serious his face was. Meanwhile, she looked to be in another place with how happy she was. He began to gain momentum, likely because he was going deeper into her from behind and was punishing her so hard. It felt so good she tried to hump on his dick, but couldn't nearly match his intensity and succumbed to letting him lead this one. Brock sort of laughed at her before leaning over and kissing her neck.

Harder.

Faster.

Harder and faster, even still until the front of his thighs hitting the back of hers started to sound like someone clapping them on. And then the all too familiar DEEP ......and PAUSING......slowdown of the climax. He gritted his teeth as if to hold back a great cumming roar. She had no such inhibition, and cried out loudly as his juice filled her up.

"Fuck." Misty rolled over and lied down on the ground. She needed a moment and didn't care about her clothes or anything.

"I think I want to become a Pokemon doctor." Brock said lying down beside her.

"Fuck." She said smiling, she grabbed his face from under his chin and kissed him. She entirely ignored what he said.

"For the first time. I feel like I have a real direction I want to go in. Oh and shit---we can't tell Ash about this!" Brock exclaimed, turning only his head to look at Misty.

"Fuck!!" She exclaimed, looking at her pokedex.

"No, it's not like he liked you or anything...Not like that. I mean we can't tell him because his world is way too optimistic to handle that sort of thing yet. Like, I think he still thinks he's 10 years old. ...I think I heard him tell someone that."

"What? No. Shutup. We have only been out here like an hour. And we talked for most of that. The sex was like twenty minutes long. I thought we were going to be out here all night."

"I'm sorry, Misty, I can't tell if that's a complaint or....." Brock was almost offended.

"NOoo...What I'm saying is that the night isn't over! You were feeling like this is the end of an era. Like we were saying goodbye to our teen years. Well, there's no reason for you to feel like the time with us was only means to an end...Let's go wake up Ash.." Misty smiled optimistically.

"Yeah and if nothing's happening and we can't find any night adventure, we can just sit and talk before the tournament! You know something? I think everything's going to be alright!!" Brock got up and helped Misty up. "You might want to change shorts before we call him though...."

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