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Three Shades of Pink	By : DrakeClawfang Category: Final Fantasy Games > Final Fantasy XIII Views: 15678 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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And to think how differently things could have gone for everyone if Hope had found his confidence – and libido – in his first meeting with Serah…

“Okay, um… The Valentine Cases.”
“Shit,” Hope said.
“I like that show!” Serah said indignantly. “The main guy is dreamy.”
“Sure, the cast is attractive, but the writing is awful.”
“Well I don’t watch it for the writing.” Serah giggled and winked.
“If you want eye candy, go to the Internet.”
“I do.”
Serah gave him a smile and a suggestive leer, and Hope snorted as he broke down into a laugh. “Well, that was kind of forward.”
“I’m a forward kind of girl,” Serah replied, reaching to the table. She grabbed her can of pop and took a drink. Her eyes closed momentarily, Hope bit his lip. He may not have had a lot of dates, but he recognized flirting when he saw it. With Serah’s eyes closed he took a moment to quickly look her over. She’s cute. Not just cute, pretty. Great legs. Hope took a breath and leaned forward to get his own drink. Play it cool, don’t blow it. If you screw this up its gonna make living here awkward as hell.
As Hope put his drink back down and sat back, her saw Serah looking at him. “Speaking of, Hope… can I be upfront with something?”
“Sure?” Hope replied, not sure what she meant. Serah turned her eyes back to him, and lunged. Hope found himself pressed back against the arm of the chair with Serah draped over his chest and her lips on his. Hope squeaked into her mouth and Serah took that chance to slip her tongue in. She tasted like cherries and candy. Hope put his hands on her arms to hold her and Serah moved her legs into a more comfortable position, straddling him. A quickly rising bulge in Hope’s pants pressed up against her skirt and he knew there was no way she could not notice it.
Finally the two broke the kiss, both panting. Hope swallowed as Serah hovered over him, her eyes twinkling. She slowly, purposefully, linked around her lips. “You taste good.” Serah began to lean down but Hope moved a hand to her shoulder to hold her back.
“Wait.” He gasped and looked at Serah as she brought her head up. She looked concerned.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure this is a good idea.”
Serah’s eyes widened and she sat back on the sofa. “Oh no. You have a girlfriend. I’m so sorry, I didn’t think…”
“No, it’s not that.”
“You’re gay?”
“No!” Hope rolled his eyes. “Spent most of college dodging those rumors. Thanks, Noel.”
Serah tilted her head. “I’m clean, if you’re worried about diseases.”
“No. Well, yes. But that’s not why.” Hope looked away and cleared his throat. “I just met you, we barely know each other. And you just shoved your tongue down my throat.”
“Not yet I haven’t,” Serah whispered, giggling after.
Hope’s dick twitched in his pants at the suggestive comment. “Look, I’m not just really used to casual sex, ‘kay?”
“Wanna be?” Hope swallowed as Serah rather obviously moved closer on the sofa. “We’re mature, consenting adults, right? What’s wrong with a little fun?”
“Um…” Hope took a breath and glanced away. In college he would have killed to have girls act like this around him. The handful of awkward dates he had managed to score had never progressed beyond kissing, save for the night he lost his virginity. He had envied Noel’s ability to walk into a party, talk up a girl he’d never met before, and less than an hour later be pressing her up against a wall with a hand up her shirt. Hope had no interest in that kind philandering, but it spoke to Noel’s confidence that he could do it. Hope considered it a miracle if he could even strike up a conversation without being introduced.
“Well?” Serah’s voice brought Hope’s attention back to her. She gave him a sexy pout, pursing her lips. “Can we have fun, Hope?”
“I…” Pretenses of what this visit had been about all along gone, Hope allowed his eyes to wander over Serah’s body, picturing her bare curves under his clothes. When he got back to her face he saw her wearing a lustful smile. “I… I don’t have anything.”
Serah didn’t look away as she reached into a pocket on her skirt and held up a small silver square of foil. “I come prepared.”
Hope looked between the condom and Serah’s face as he processed that the circumstances were really happening to him. He’d had fantasies that went like this, not with Serah of course but plenty of other girls he’d admired from afar. Now that it was actually happening some part of his brain was hesitating, trying to protest.
The rest of his brain ignored that part.
“Kiss me again before I think of another excuse.”
Serah obeyed with great enthusiasm. Once again she draped herself over Hope pushing him back to lay on the couch, her lips on his before the back of his head hit the cushion. She wasted no time sliding her tongue along Hope’s lips and he opened to her, the taste and scent of cherries washing over him and drowning any lingering hesitations he had. Hope reached down and purposefully ran his hands up the back of Serah’s legs until he gripped her ass and squeezed. Serah squeaked into his mouth and Hope pushed his tongue in. The two appendages wrapped around each other as the kiss deepened.
He felt Serah’s hands eagerly groping at his shirt and felt her undoing his buttons. Her dexterous fingers moved faster than he could register and he soon cool air wafted over his chest. Hope pulled his arms back to shrug out of the shirt and it fell behind him. He was surprised again when Serah grabbed his wrists and pulled them back to their previous positions clutching her ass under her skirt. She broke the kiss and sat up, raking her eyes over the shirtless Hope.
Literally laid bare before her, Hope swallowed heavily. Serah giggled as she made eye contact again. “Nervous?”
Hope nodded. “I’ve had fantasies about girls like this. Now that it’s actually a reality, kinda not sure what comes next.”
Serah said nothing but to smile softly and stand up. She pulled Hope up back to a sitting position, and then slowly, deliberately, lowered on top of him, her knees on either side of his legs. Once again he was aware of his painfully hard cock bulging against her skirt. Serah shuffled closer and Hope soon felt her groin pressing against his tenting pants, her pleated red skirt bunching up on her thighs. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed his arousal; to the contrary, she seemed to smile wider when she did.
“Don’t worry.” Serah leaned down to whisper, her breath washing over Hope’s face. “I’ll teach you.”
Her eyes not leaving his as she sat back, she lifted her hands to her white blouse. When he fingers were placed on the top button, she began to move her hips. Hope’s breath hitched as Serah began slow, rolling movements. She moaned between closed lips, her eyes dark with desire. One by one Serah’s shirt buttons came open, revealing a smooth, toned midriff. When all the buttons were open Serah tossed her head back and cast her arms behind her. The shirt slid off her shoulders and pooled on the floor.
Hope stared at the half-nude girl grinding atop him, specifically at the perky breasts contained within a cotton white bra. Serah had no real place bragging about bust size, but Hope would dare not voice a complaint with her in such a state. He reached up and palmed them, gently squeezing and then rubbing his fingers along their curve. With Serah watching him expectantly, Hope slipped his fingers into the top of her bra and pulled down. Her breasts popped out, pressed together by the elastic in her bra. Her bright red nipples drew his fingers to them and he tweaked and teased them into swollen nubs.
Serah’s grinding had closed to a halt with her shirt off, and the lack of action from her left Hope to quietly take in the reality of what was happened when he stilled his hands. He looked up at Serah, unsure if she wanted him to take control or if she was just letting him enjoy her body before she escalated things.
Serah seemed to have noticed his hesitation between she leaned forward until her cherry-scented breath washed over his face. “Tell me what you want, Hope.”
What he wanted? He wanted Serah riding him until he screamed her name. He wanted her bent over his dining room table with her skirt hiked up around her hips and the table groaning as he pounded into her. He wanted to watch her hair bounce up and down in his lap as she gorged herself on his cock and swallowed all he had to offer her. He wanted to feel her hands clawing his hair out as he tongued every inch of pussy he could reach inside her. A thousand fantasies flashed through his mind in a hundred variations, and quickly distilled into a core.
“I want you to fuck me.”
Hope wondered where he found the courage to talk like that. Whereever he had, it was the right thing to say. Serah’s face brightened and she reached down between them. Hope felt her undo his zipper and lifted his hips to let her push his pants down. His cock was freed to the cool air and pressed up against the fabric of her skirt. Serah took Hope’s wrist and guided his hand to a fold in the pleats. He took her guidance and found the clasp, a movement of his hand and the skirt fell away to join her shirt on the floor. White cotton panties met his eyes.
Hope put a hand in the waistband to pull them down, but Serah held it firm. She winked and raised her hips again, nodding for Hope to look down. When he did, he was surprised to see the crotch of the panties missing.
“Like I said, I come prepared.”
A foil packet was tossed past his field of vision and Hope both felt and saw Serah rolling the condom onto his dick. When she was done, she settled in close to him again, her breasts ballooning against his chest, and slid her hips down.
Heat like nothing Hope could remember slowly engulfed him. He shuddered, bolts of pleasure shooting through his body. He’d had sex only a few times before but he may as well have been a virgin for how incredible Serah’s pussy felt as she wrapped it around him. When he was firmly seated inside her, she stopped and let out a soft sigh, smiling widely.
“I… hope I’m enough,” he squeaked out.
Serah looked down at him.
“I just mean, I know I’m not the biggest guy, and—" Hope was cut off by Serah kissing him again, her tongue in his mouth before he felt her lips. He groaned and mentally silenced his confused and self-doubting mind. There was a pretty girl on top of him with her velvet walls gripping his cock like a vice. If she cared about his size, she wasn’t showing it.
Serah began her slow, grinding dance again, but without the barrier of clothes to hinder the sensation. Hope felt his cock slide out of her and then back in, then again and again. He let his hands roam over her smooth back, tangle in her hair, cup her rounded ass. He let both hands find purchase there and pulled her into her rolls. They grew faster, harder, deeper, a primal rhythm of lust and pleasure pounding in his ears and his groin.
The kiss broke, Serah panting. She gripped the couch cushions on either side of his head. With Hope’s hands to help her she was pulled into him again and again. His thighs smacked against her ass, the skin rippling and turning red. Hope lashed out his tongue as her breasts surged past his face, lapping at her nipple; Serah shrieked and threw her head back. He did it again and she moaned. He focused her movements into her hips, grinding her back and forth on him so he could keep suckling her breasts, rapidly flicking his tongue back and forth across her nipples. Serah curled into him and her hands moved to his hair.
“Hope!” She cried out, her eyes clenched. “Don’t stop!”
Hope had no intent of anything of the sort. His hips had a mind of their own and kept bucking up into Serah every time his hands pulled her ass and pussy towards him. The hard, firm rhythm went as fast as Hope could move his body, refusing to relent. His balls ached to release their load, bouncing every time he thrust into Serah. He tore his mouth from Serah’s breast and pressed his forehead to hers.
“Let me cum, Serah,” he whispered. “Please.”
Serah licked her lips. “Cum with me, Hope.” She kissed him to punctuate the demand. Hope groaned and endeavoured to bring her to climax with him. He poured every ounce of his strength into pounding his cock into Serah’s warm, moist, tight pussy. He rubbed her breasts in his hands, her nipples rubbing into his palms, and gnawed at her mouth. His world consisted only of Serah, her sounds, her heat, her scent, her taste, and most especially her body entwined with his.
Hope only lasted a few more moments before Serah shuddered in his arms and a muffled gasp from her mouth. He felt her clench around his cock and let the coil he was holding back go. Spurts of cum shot into the condom, four in succession. When his orgasm ended Hope fell back against the sofa, panting. Serah collapsed against him, laying her head on his shoulder.
Hope wasn’t sure how long the two of them lay like that, the only counts their breathing. Hope blinked a couple times and looked down the expanse of Serah’s back to the curve of her rear.
“Wow… that’s a hell of a housewarming gift.”
Serah snorted and giggled at the quip. “Glad you enjoyed it.” She turned her head and pressed her lips to Hope’s cheek. “I had a good feeling about you when I saw you moving in.”
“Really?” Hope thought for a moment. “So, you came over today all along planning on having sex with me?”
“Yup,” Serah said simply.
“… Okay then.” Hope let his head fall back again. Serah kissed him on the lips. When she stopped Hope turned his eyes to focus on her. “So, was I…”
“You were good.” Serah shrugged. “You made me cum. More than some guys get.”
“Cool…” Hope scrunched his face. “So, this is what casual sex is like? You just come over to my apartment at noon and end up riding me on my sofa?”
“Yup.”
Hope grinned crookedly. “I think I could get used to that.”
“I hope so.” Serah kissed him again, then climbed off of him. She stooped down and picked up her clothes.
“Hang on.” Hope held up his hand, prompting her to stand back up. “I just… wanna take it all in…” He still couldn’t believe what had happened. A girl as beautiful as Serah was his new neighbor, and she fully intended on coming over for more sex in the future.
Serah reached into the pocket of her skirt and pulled out her phone. She tossed her clothes on the sofa and flopped down next to Hope, putting her head on his shoulder. “Smile!” Hope looked at the phone held out in front of them and smiled as it flashed. Serah pulled the phone back and called up the picture, showing her and Hope from the chest up, flushed and sweaty and nude. “I’m gonna have some fun with that one tonight. Want me to send it to you?”
Hope pictured Serah fingering herself while staring at their post-sex selfie. “Yes.”
“Cool.” Serah stood up again and got dressed. When she was fully clothed again she looked down at Hope.
Hope slowly shook his head. “I think I’m gonna like having you as a neighbor.”
Serah winked. “Your neighbor is gonna like having you, too.”

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Serah locked the apartment door behind her and headed into the living room. Lumina sat on the couch with a PS3 controller in her hand, some shooter game Serah didn’t recognize on the TV. At her entrance Lumina paused and looked over at her. She grinned widely.
“Well, you have that ‘I just fucked a guy’s brains out’ look. How was he?”
“I do not!” Serah cried indignantly.
“Serah, that’s my default expression on weekends. Cut the bull. He hung?”
“He’s fine. Not disappointing anyway.”
“Built?”
“A bit scrawny but he’s not a twig.”
“Talent?”
“He’s got a good tongue. And his fingers are nimble.”
“My fav parts.” Lumina stretched her arms out and smiled. “You said he’s cute?” Serah pulled out her phone and called up the picture of her and Hope, then tossed it to her sister. Lumina caught the phone and looked it over. Her eyebrows lifted and let out a small hum of approval. “Yum. Reminds me of white chocolate, soft and tasty.”
“Gimme a break.” Serah shook her head. “So, you want a go with him?”
“If you don’t wanna keep him for yourself, I wouldn’t mind.” Lumina ran a finger down the phone screen. “He looks like a handcuffs and candles sort of guy.”
“Just don't scare him off,” Serah warned. “I wouldn’t mind keeping this guy around and the stuff you’re into…”
“Oh, I’ll be gentle. Relatively speaking.” Lumina gave her a wolfish grin. Serah rolled her eyes and left the room.
Alone, Lumina looked down at the phone in her hands and licked her lips as she imagined his silver hair buried between her thighs. “Hope… oh, my little white chocolate newbie, I’m gonna devour you. And you’re gon to love it.”
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