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Trysts of Final Fantasy VIII	By : DragonKnight Category: Final Fantasy VIII > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 6175 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Final Fantasy as it is the property of Square-Enix. As such, I did not make any money off of this story.

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Irvine leaned against the wall of the classroom, watching Selphie work on the computer. The way her tiny, slim fingers moved over the keyboard was just fascinating to him. It’s so hard believe how hard she can swing that nunchaku with hands like hers, soft and uncallused. It was just last week that they fought against Galbadia Garden. If Squall wasn’t in Rinoa’s room, he was on the bridge, trying to plot a course through the Trabian mountains.

Nothing he can do about it, Irvine thought as his eyes traced along her arm to her cheek, he couldn’t help but noticed how flushed her cheek was. What could have gotten her so worked up?

He got up and sat down on the desk behind her, striking random keys to look like he was working. Once the coast was clear, he sat up straight to look over her shoulder to see what it was she was typing.

Dear Super Secret Diary.

Super Secret? That’s just gold, he thought.

After reading the last Timber Maniacs issue, I have to wonder what’ll be like to get to know Sir Laguna, and I mean, REALLY get to know him. How he would wrap his strong arms around me. How his big hands would fondle my tits and undoing my bra. Gawd, I wished he would take me in one of these hotels. I’d even pay for a week myself if it meant being with him. Or even having sex on a train. That’s like my ultimate fantasy! Having his crotch rub up against my ass, trying to be as discrete as possible in a room full of crowded strangers. Oh, the things I would do to that man…
Irvine could only begin to imagine what this closet minx could do.

Anyways, thanks for listening to me, Secret Diary. Just don’t tell anyone about this. It’s a secret just between the two of us.

She closed the window, and went back to the Garden BBS. Now, it was time for Irvine to make his move. He logged on and sent her a private message. He has to be careful, though, there’s always some geeky guy eavesdropping in the name of “net security.”

KinneasGunSlinger81: hey Sefie, how ya doing?

TilmittGFestival71: hey irvy, I’m doing gr8. almost dun with the jurnal entry.

KinneasGunSlinger81: cool, cool. listen, I was thinking of going to Dollet. by train. Wanna come?

He wanted to write a dumb cum joke, but the new Disciplinary committee really loved to crack down on that sort of thing.

TilmittGFestival71: sure! :P why?

KinneasGinSlinger81: To pick up someone I haven’t seen in a long time.

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Selphie and Irvine waited in line at the Balamb Train Station, nearly standing pelvis to pelvis from the throng of people in front and behind them.

Selphie said, “Why’d you pick the commuter time?”

“It’s best to start early. Besides, we can use SeeD’s private cabin if necessary.”

She sighed, “But there’s no window. It’d been the perfect room if only it had a window.”

I can think of a better use of that room than looking at scenery, Irvine thought.

“The train is departing on platform 1. Please make sure to have your ticket stubs for inspection,” the PA system announced.

As soon as the door opened, they were herded into the train. Breasts brushed up against backs, elbows jammed into sides, and guts from fat people combined to create their own kind of clothed cleavage. Selphie struggled through the vast sea of people to finally get to her favorite window. Finally! She could look out and see the ocean from under the sea. How the artificial lights that line the track served as the only illumination on the ocean floor. How the track served as the only beacon of humanity in the cold black water.

“Train train, take us away…” Selphie started to sing to herself before feeling a hand on her shoulder.

“Hey, Irvy. I’m fine,” but then that hand started to trail down her shoulder and caressed her arm. And then another hand brushed up against her hip, exploring the curvature before that hand started to cup her asscheek.

“Cut it out Irvy. Someone will see…” Selphie’s voice started to get weaker as the man’s hands got more adventurous. The hand cupping her cheek kneaded her butt around, feeling the globe conform to his hand, the flesh spilling out between his fingers. His other hand ran along her tummy, trailing upward to her ribcage just below her breasts. Not quite fondling them, but just a quarter-inch more and he would be. The man began to press up against her back, and her lips were so close to the glass. She could kiss the near transparent reflection of herself if she wanted, but she panted instead. She looked to her left and to her right as much as she could and saw indifferent faces staring into the abyss. His hands grabbed the sides of her panties and yanked them down to her knees, acting as a makeshift leg restraint. One of those hands traced the outer folds of her pussy, causing Selphie to bite her lip to suppress the moan. That hand spread her lower lips so that the other hand could brush up on her clit. The pad of the finger rubbed up and down at first, and then traced a circle right on her clit.

“…N-no…”

The fingers lightly pinched her nub, making her gasp at the new sensation. It hurt, but boy oh boy did she get wet from it. Finally, those fingers entered her soaking snatch and started thrusting into her. She panted heavily now, in time to the rhythm of the fingers. First two fingers, and then three fingers wiggling independently of each other against her inner walls. She began to thrust against the fingers so that they could go deeper, jutting her ass out even more. The hand twisted his wrist, corkscrewing the soaked fingers.

“Aahhhh!” and that sent Selphie over the edge and she came right onto the stranger’s hand. Panting heavily to regain her breath, she said, “More…please…I need it so bad…”

The hands firmly held her inner thighs and a third appendage began to brush up against her skirt. It began to probe her drenched pussy before-

“We’ve arrived at Timber Station. Timber Station. Please remember to check for your belongings before leaving the train. Thank you.”

And just like that, the cabin started to air out with departees. The hands--and cock--disappeared immediately at the announcement, as well as the chest pressed up against her. She spun on her heels and shouted, “Irvine! What have you-“ only to see no one was there. Confused, she pulled her panties off, dropped them on the floor, and entered the cabin to see Irvine leaning against the wall.

“Hey Irvine! Were you trying to molest me?!”

He flinced back as if struck by a rock, “What?! No! I was in here the entire time!”

“Really now?! Why is it I don’t believe you?!”

Irvine stood up shimmied in that way he used to do as a kid, “I’m telling the truth!”

Selphie’s face softened. It’s like that cute, annoying thing a puppy would do when he was caught. Even though it’s whiny and childish and unmanly for him, she still found it endearing. She’s probably the only person in the world that actually thought that, but she did. She sauntered up to him and wrapped her arm around his neck.

“Really? Cause I was just getting started,” she said. Selphie stood on her tip-toes in order to run her tongue on his neck. Her hand went straight for his crotch as she unzipped the fly and pulled out his member.

“What’s good for the geese…” and she ran her hand upon the length. She then rubbed her thumb against the head in a circle before twisting her wrist around and around.

Payback, she thought.

Irvine’s knees bowled a little bit to give her more leverage, which she gladly took advantage of until they were eye level. Selphie jammed her tongue into his mouth, which he gratefully wrestled with.

“What…mmm…makes you think…that I was…ahhh…molesting you?”

“C’mon, aren’t I…ahhh…your dream girl? The way…you rape me with your eyes…nnggg…I love it.”
Unable to let go of each other, they hobbled over to the bunk and fell into it. Irvine couldn’t believe that this little girl had so much strength in her hands. She straddled his waist and held her drooling lips just above his cock.

“You must be wondering what happened to my panties. I threw them on the floor outside. Just imagine. Some virgin boy probably picked them up by now and started sniffing them. Pressing his face against them. Probably using them to jerk off in a bathroom stall. Would you like that? If I used my panties to jerk you off?”

“…ah…uhhh-hhhuuhhh…”

“And then used them like a rag to clean off your spunk, absorbing your man-milk, leaving a wet stain right on the crotch?”

“Yes…”

“And then I put them right back on like nothing ever happened. Your crusty cum right next to my vag. The seed just trying to get to my pussy, but it’s so far away. Would you like that?”

“Oh god!” he said as she squeezed a little bit harder on his man-meat.

“Well, too bad for you. Cuz you get my raw pussy,” And she sank down fast and hard onto his cock. He started to thrust up into her while she continued bouncing away. Irvine could only hold onto her hips and pounded away to make sure she didn’t bounce off.

“Wheee! This is so much fun! Especially on a train where each bump in the track makes it feels even better!”

Selphie held onto Irvine for dear life, with both her arms and her walls as she shrieked in ecstasy when she came right on his cock, which caused him to burst and fill her womb.

“…hey…Irvy…Do you wonder if that nerd is sniffing my panties?”

“…yeah, I guess…”

“Great,” and she put herself into a 69 position and held her ass to his face. “Cuz you get to have a taste of what he’s having.”

Irvine stuck his face right in, licking her folds and sucking out the cum he just put in there. He sucked hard, trying to get as much out of there as he could. Feeling the bitter, disgusting taste roll on his tongue, he wondered if pineapples really did make cum taste sweet. Not that Selphie minded as she used his cock like a pacifier to keep her from moaning too loudly. She kept sucking away to get all the cum out out of his balls. Once she couldn’t get any more leftovers, she ran her tongue along the underside of his head and shaft for seed remnants. He started to fluff up again and thrust into her mouth, tickling the back of her throat.

She pulled off for a moment to say, “Sheesh, your shotgun’s got a hair trigger.”

“S-sorry…”

“No worries, cuz right now, I want to see if I can hit the door from here,” and she started jacking him off fast and hard, bending him to aim for the door on the other side of the room. Her pumps got faster and harder while Irvine pressed his hips upward before blasting a stream of cum that almost came close to hitting the door, but fell just short of the target.

“Oh poo, I missed. I guess I’ll just have to practice more.”
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