The Auburn Pokè Girl: Part 3.

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Based on a post  by a u guy86, in 3 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at My First Time.

The entire walk home, Ashley was smiling like a little girl on Christmas morning, holding Michael’s arm and walking as close to him as she could. Michael, on the other hand, was a nervous wreck. Antonio’s advice for him to be his normal dorky self had worked, but had it worked too well? Questions began to race through his mind. What if she invited him in? What if she invited him to bed with her? How would she react when he told her of his lack of experience? If she did want to sleep with him, he didn’t dare try to hide the fact that he was a virgin; no way would that end well. Sighing mentally, he decided he’d just have to play it by ear and hope for the best.

“I… had such a great time with you,” Michael said as they approached her door.

“Me too,” Ashley agreed. “And… well, it’s still kinda early.”

“Uh… y-yeah?”

Throwing caution to the wind, Ashley leaned forward and planted a long and sensuous kiss on Michael’s lips. By the end of it, her tongue had found his for the first time, to both of their delights.

“Why don’t you come in and stay a while?” she asked as they parted.

“But… wouldn’t Liz mind?”

“Liz already told me she’ll be gone ‘til tomorrow. We have the place to ourselves.” Sensing his hesitation, she continued, “Michael, believe me when I say that I swore at the start of the night this wouldn’t happen. No matter how well tonight went… I had no intention of inviting you in after one date. Yet, here we are, and I don’t want the night to end. No pressure, no expectations, I just… I want to spend more time with you. I mean, it is Valentine’s Day, after all, and I do consider you my Valentine.”

“Now who’s the cheesy one?” Michael laughed. “I’d love to spend more time with you tonight, but only if you’re sure.”

Another peck on the lips, and Ashley said, “Positive.”

Taking Michael’s hand, Ashley practically dragged him into the apartment and locked the deadbolt behind her. She then took Michael’s suit jacket from him, hanging it on the back of a chair at the breakfast nook. Before long, she had kicked off her shoes and plopped down on the sofa.

“Come on,” Ashley beckoned, patting the seat next to her. “I don’t bite.”

Michael smirked at this, discarding his own shoes and loosening his tie a bit. As soon as his ass touched the sofa cushion, Ashley was already hanging on him, running her fingers through his hair and moving her hand to his thigh. Still, he tried to play it cool and have no assumptions about her intentions.

“Did… you wanna watch a movie or something?” Michael asked.

Smiling, Ashley gave a few playful kisses to Michael’s cheek before replying, “Is that really what you want us to do tonight?”

“I… I-I um…”

Michael was slowly losing control of his mental capabilities, and Ashley damn well knew it. After he had driven her crazy on the dance floor, seducing her without even realizing it, she was determined to do the same. Turning up the heat, she leaned closer to Michael and kissed his lips longingly. He was powerless to stop her as she pushed him to lie back long ways on the sofa. The feeling of her lithe body on top of his was almost too much to bear.

“Ashley…” he moaned.

Looking deep into his eyes, she said, “Michael, I can’t tell you how into you I am. I know this sounds insane, and I don’t want you to think I’m slutty or anything, but… I want you to stay the night. Unless you absolutely don’t want to, I have no intention of letting you leave until tomorrow.”

Michael’s face twisted a bit at this. “Of course I want to be here with you! But why would you think I’d think you’re slutty?”

Snorting a bit, Ashley replied, “Come on, Michael. Here I am, throwing myself at you after one date. How is that not slutty?”

Maintaining eye contact, he asked, “Do you respect yourself and your standards?”

“Of course! I would never even consider inviting a guy in or certainly sleeping with him under normal circumstances.”

“And what makes you consider doing that?”

“Basically… he has to be boyfriend material. I mean… look, I’m gonna be honest with you, Michael. I’ve been pretty stupid around men in the past, sleeping with them while knowing they aren’t even close to being boyfriend material. I guess I thought I could change them. Like I said, I was stupid back then. But now, I know I have to fall for a guy because of who and what he is before I’d even think of sleeping with him. I don’t just hop into bed with any guy I meet, not anymore.”

Michael grinned. “Sounds like the opposite of slutty to me.”

Kissing him once more, Ashley replied, “You sure know how to pay a girl a compliment. You sure you’re not the one seducing me?”

“Hey, you’re the one who called me ‘boyfriend material’ a moment ago.”

“I certainly did not call you boyfriend material!” Ashley said, feigning offense. “I merely stated that any man I’d consider sleeping with had to fall into that category. Nothing more.”

“Gotcha. So I’m not boyfriend material,” Michael replied with a smartass grin.

“You know damn well you are,” Ashley sighed, running her fingers along his cheek. “Most genuine guy I’ve ever met.”

“After one date?” Michael asked, still a bit in awe of the situation.

“Michael, you weren’t afraid to be yourself out there, even with the real you being a big dork. To me, there’s nothing more attractive than that sort of confidence. It makes me want to make you my big dork, and nobody else’s.” Kissing him again, Ashley began to grind her hips along his obvious erection. “Hmm, something’s got you going down there, eh?”

Panicking a moment at how quickly things were progressing, Michael managed to pull back. “Ashley, wait. There’s… there’s something you deserve to know before we go any further.”

“Aw, is this your first time?” she asked playfully. Though she had been teasing, the look of terror spread across his face told her the truth. “Oh my god… this really is your first time, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” he sighed, bracing for the worst.

“That’s… fantastic!”

“Wait, what?”

“Michael, you have no idea how nerve-wracking it is for us gals, trying to figure out if a guy is for real or not. So many guys are out to use any trick in the book to get into our panties. But the one trick those guys don’t use is the virgin trick; no guy I’ve ever met would lie about being a virgin. There’s plenty that would lie about not being a virgin, but never the other way around. Hearing you say that… it’s comforting, in a way. I know you’d never try to trick me or anything like that, if that makes any sense.”

“So… you’re not gonna kick me out?” Michael asked.

“Hell no.” Remembering his religious upbringing, Ashley continued, “Listen, I don’t ever want to pressure you into something that you aren’t comfortable with or that you’d feel wrong about. If you need to leave, I’m cool with that; I’d still want to see you again. If all you want to do is sleep, that’s perfectly fine, too. But if you’re interested in turning in your V-card… I’m more than willing.”

Michael’s mouth dried up at this. He didn’t necessarily share his parents’ views that sex should only occur within a marriage. Still, he had always known he only wanted to lose his virginity to someone special, someone that he could trust implicitly. Was Ashley that person? A small part of him was still terrified that this might be a setup, but the look in Ashley’s eyes was slowly eroding that fear. He wanted to trust her, no matter how much the logical side of his brain told him not to. Taking a deep breath, Michael Goldman decided to take a leap of faith.

“I want to.”

Without a word, Ashley stood from the sofa and pulled Michael to his feet, leading him to her bedroom. A pair of blue lava lamps in either corner emitted a soft glow, and the décor reflected Ashley’s true gamer girl personality. A pair of plush toys, Pikachu and Yoshi, stood guard atop her bed, her computer screensaver depicted Princess Peach and Princess Daisy, and her TV in the corner had both a Super Nintendo and a N64 plugged into it.

“Retro. Very nice,” Michael remarked, nodding his approval.

“Sometimes, the old ways are best,” Ashley agreed with a smirk. Melting into his arms once more, she turned her back and held her hair aside, beckoning, “Unzip me, please.”

Michael’s hands trembled as he lowered the zipper down to the small of her back. The mere sight of her exposed skin was enough to bring him dangerously close to blowing his top right then and there, but a few deep breaths managed to calm him down. He fumbled for several seconds with the clasp at the top of the dress, but Ashley showed no signs of impatience; they had all the time they needed, after all. At last, he managed to unhook the clasp, and Ashley allowed the red dress to slide off her body and down to the floor. She turned, now clad only in a white strapless bra and matching panties.

“I’ll teach you more about how to get one of these off another time,” Ashley cooed. “But for now…”

In one swift motion, she reached behind her back with one hand and undid her bra clasp. She was still pressed against Michael’s chest, holding the garment in place for the time being, much to his disappointment. Ashley only grinned as she backed up out of his arms, holding the bra in place with her hands for a few moments longer.

“Oh, come on…” Michael whimpered.

“Poor boy,” Ashley teased. “Remember, anticipation is a huge part of foreplay.”

“Anticipation or torture?”

“Amazing how often those two coincide,” Ashley shot back with a giggle.

Deciding Michael had waited long enough, Ashley lowered her arm and allowed the bra to fall to the floor. Michael stared in awe at her perky tits, high and firm on her chest. He certainly wasn’t an expert, but they appeared to be about a B-cup, and her nipples were already rock hard, beckoning him to touch them. The rest of her body was just as amazing. Her milky skin contained not a single speck or blemish, save for the tattoo on her shoulder, and that only served to accentuate her beauty. He moved forward, reaching for her tits, but Ashley slapped his hands away.

“Nuh uh,” she said, shaking her finger at him. “You don’t get to touch until I see some of what you’ve got.”

Ashley reached for Michael’s clothes to try and speed the process along, but was soon stumped by his tie. Michael found this quite amusing, considering the difficulty men notoriously had with bras. He undid the knot and tossed the tie on the floor, beginning to unbutton his white dress shirt. At this point, Ashley just stood back and watched, as Michael had done with her. After he removed his dress shirt and undershirt, Ashley’s eyes widened with lust and desire. As much as she wanted to jump his bones then and there, she managed to restrain herself. It was only fair, after her previous denial of his touch. Michael was clearly nervous as he undid his belt and lowered his suit pants. His boxers were tented from his erection and already stained with a bit of his precum, which Ashley took as a massive compliment.

“Very nice,” she whispered in a husky voice.

“Thanks,” Michael replied with a nervous grin.

Hooking her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, she continued, “Time for the big reveal, then?”

With a seductive grin on her face, Ashley began to lower the garment down her legs, her tits jiggling as she bent over to kick them off. Michael was frozen in place with sheer amazement at the sight before him. Here he was, in the presence of the most gorgeous girl he had ever imagined, naked as the day she was born. Her shaved cunt looked so warm and inviting; how he ached to feel her wrapped around him. After allowing him a moment to stare, she sauntered up to him and slipped her fingers into his boxers.

“May I?” Ashley asked.

All Michael could do was nod at that point, and Ashley planted her lips on his as she allowed his boxers to fall to the floor. She smiled as she took his member in her hand, feeling that he was indeed packing substantial weaponry. Ashley soon remembered that this was Michael’s first time; it would be all he could manage not to go off too soon. She stopped her teasing for the moment and turned to her double bed. After slipping underneath the covers, she patted the spot next to her, which Michael readily occupied.

They spent the next several minutes kissing and exploring each other’s bodies with their hands and mouths. Michael was pleased to discover that Ashley’s tits were indeed quite firm, fitting perfectly in his hands. As wonderful as feeling them was, he enjoyed tasting them even more, and especially the reactions this brought about from Ashley. All the while, she allowed her own hands to explore Michael’s body. She found a particularly strong erogenous zone at the back of his neck where his hairline began. Soon, neither could stand it any longer; they had to make love.

“Michael,” Ashley whispered, “I can see in your eyes that you’re worried about performance. Don’t be. You’ve already made this night more special than I ever imagined it could be. Just enjoy for as long as it may last.”

“But-”

“Trust me,” she continued, silencing him with a kiss. “This is only the first of many times we’re going to do this.”

As Ashley pushed him onto his back and straddled him, Michael had the presence of mind to ask, “Do we need any… protection?”

Ashley stopped at this, stunned by his kind consideration. “Michael, you really are the best kind of guy around. You don’t have to worry about me getting pregnant; I’m on the pill. I’m also clean per my last doctor’s visit, but if you’d feel more comfortable with a condom, I’m happy to oblige. I keep a few spares in my nightstand.”

Though the logical part of his brain told him to agree to it, Michael couldn’t help but put his faith in this girl. “No, that’s all right. I trust you’re being honest. Just wanted to be sure.”

Ashley sealed her lips around Michael’s once more, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance as she did so. After a moment of silent understanding, he placed his hands on her hips and guided himself into her moist cunt. The feelings were exquisite, like liquid velvet squeezing his member. She made sure to keep a slow pace, allowing Michael to savor every new sensation that came along. After arriving at the base of his cock, Ashley sat straight up, displaying her pert tits for her lover.

“Holy shit, Ashley…” Michael moaned.

“You’re mine, now,” she giggled. “And I don’t plan on letting go of you anytime soon…”

“No complaints from me,” he admitted with a grin.

For the next five minutes, Ashley treated Michael to the ride of his life, teasing and tormenting his engorged cock with every inch of her cunt. She was pleasantly surprised to see that he was able to last so long on his first time, long enough even for her to reach a small orgasm of her own. All the while, Michael couldn’t help but cup her perfect tits in his hands. As he drew close to climax, Michael pulled Ashley down to lie face-to-face with him and planted a sensuous kiss on her lips. The sensation of her fingers on his cheeks and running through his hair were too much at that point, and he sent his seed into her waiting cunt with a guttural moan of ecstasy.

“Mmm… I love that feeling,” Ashley purred, savoring Michael’s cock twitching within her folds.

Spent and content, Michael couldn’t even utter a word in reply, so Ashley slipped off his cock and rolled next to him, laying her head on his chest. After a few seconds of blissful quiet, the blood began to flow back to Michael’s brain, allowing him to think more rationally.

“Ashley… this is so crazy…”

“Yeah, but crazy good, right?” she grinned.

“Oh, of course! It’s just… we barely even know each other, but you’re already looking at me like you’re in… well… the ‘L’ word.”

Nodding, Ashley began to explain, “I guess in matters of the ‘L’ word, I’ve always tried to follow my gut instinct. It’s never steered me wrong in other areas. But, I’ve never had the best luck with men, thinking I could change them and whatnot.”

“Sounds like you ignored your gut in those cases,” Michael observed.

“Yeah, I think you’re right. But tonight, with everything that’s happened, I keep looking for a chink in your armor, for some sign that sends my gut into high alert mode, but I found nothing. Everything about you… my gut says to hang onto you and never let go. God, I hope I’m not scaring you off with this…”

“Not at all,” Michael grinned, kissing her on her forehead. “Still, there’s a lot we don’t know about each other, isn’t there?”

“Yeah, but that’s easily remedied. Favorite movie?”

“Huh? Oh, Star Wars: A New Hope,” Michael replied, realizing she was trying to get to know him better.

“Figures,” she teased. “Mine is The Princess Bride.”

“Never pegged you for a chick flick kind of girl,” he teased right back.

“Hey, it’s my one and only chick flick that I like! Every other one I’ve seen can go to hell!” she laughed.

“Fair enough. Um… favorite color?”

“Violet.”

“Nice. Blue for me, so original.”

“Nothing wrong with a classic,” Ashley replied. “Favorite band?”

“The Blues Brothers.”

“Seriously?!”

“Yeah, people forget how many great musicians Dan Aykroyd and John Belushi found for their group. I’m guessing yours is My Chemical Romance?” Michael asked.

“Nope. They may have my favorite song, but my favorite band is Boyz 2 Men. I could listen to them forever…”

“No way I can argue with that,” Michael agreed.

Thinking a moment, Ashley asked, “Biggest pet peeve behind the wheel?”

“People who talk on their phones while driving all the time.”

“Uh! I know what you mean! Mine is people who don’t use their turn signals while driving.”

“Preach it,” Michael sighed. Deciding to get a bit more personal, he asked, “Biggest turn off?”

“Dishonesty, both in telling lies and just not being yourself,” Ashley said without hesitation. “You?”

“I’d say… an inability to communicate.”

“Ooh, a deep answer. How so?”

Thinking a moment, Michael replied, “Well, you hear all the time about guys who screw a relationship up by saying something stupid, yet the entire situation could have been avoided if the couple had only communicated their expectations. But when they don’t, both are left making assumptions, which only leads to trouble.”

“Look at you! Teaching me right away how to be the kind of girlfriend you need!” Ashley marveled, kissing him on the cheek.

“Thanks,” Michael blushed.

“Well, well. Looks like someone is raring’ to go again,” Ashley giggled, seeing his cock hardening once again.

“It’s… kinda tough not to be hard when you’re around,” he admitted.

“No complaints from me,” she retorted before straddling him.

“Holy fuck…” Michael groaned as Ashley engulfed him once more.

Riding him at a steady pace, she decided to continue their little game. “Biggest turn on?”

“Huh?”

“Tell me your biggest turn on. Come on, I’m not going faster if you don’t play along,” Ashley giggled, sticking her tongue out at him.

Though he struggled to think in such a highly aroused state, Michael managed to eke out, “Other than your tits?”

Ashley laughed at this. “Yes, other than my tits. Boys,” she snorted, rolling her eyes.

“Then, I’d say… confidence. Uh… you?”

“The same,” Ashley whispered, leaning her face close to his again. “Your turn. Ask me.”

“Umm… biggest fear?”

Biting her lower lip, she replied, “Being trapped in a toxic relationship. You?”

“Until tonight, dying a virgin,” he grinned.

“Well, nuts to that! What else you got?”

She slowed her pace a bit, allowing Michael to think. “Failing to leave a better life behind for my kids,” he finally said.

Ashley’s eyes lit up at this. “You want kids?”

“I do, someday, with the right girl, of course.” Realizing he may have hit a sore spot, he asked, “W-What about you?”

Ashley sank down all the way on his cock before replying, “With the right guy, I’d have as many as we could support.”

Michael couldn’t help but smile at that prospect; he’d long considered himself a family-oriented guy.

“Hey, pay attention. Your turn,” Ashley said, playfully slapping him.

“Oh, let’s see… ideal weekend?

“Honestly… just hanging at home with a fantastic guy, making love at every chance, shutting the rest of the world out…”

“I was beginning to think I was the only introvert in the world! Where have you been all my life?!” Michael sighed.

“So, I take it you’d like that kind of weekend, too?”

“No doubt.”

“Political affiliation?” she asked with a smirk.

“I guess I’m… fiscally conservative. I am Jewish, after all,” he said with a laugh.

“Hah! Yeah, your people have a reputation with money, don’t you?”

“And you?”

“Me? I’m pretty liberal… some would call me a social justice warrior. Is… that gonna be a problem?”

“Not at all,” Michael replied, thrusting deep into her cunt again. “You meet a lot of people with a wide range of political stances in Jewish communities. Some are more conservative, especially on social issues, but others are about as liberal as you can get. All I care about is having a mutual respect and a willingness to defend why you believe what you believe.”

Ashley was completely taken aback that the possibility of political disagreements in their relationship didn’t scare him one bit. It dawned on her that they were just that: disagreements. All Michael wanted was the understanding between their differences, not blind agreement. In the current political climate, Ashley had thought such levelheaded people were extinct. Unable to hold back any further, she leaned down and kissed him long and hard, hammering his cock with her cunt all the while.

“You’re amazing,” Ashley breathed as they parted.

“You say that enough, I’m gonna start to believe it,” he shot back with a grin.

“Believe it,” she replied with all seriousness. “I’ve never met a guy like you. Everything we talk about, we’re on the same page. I know what that means, but I should be more terrified of it…”

“What do you mean?”

“I… I’m falling for you, Michael. Hard. I should be scared that I’m gonna get hurt from that, but-”

Silencing her with a kiss, he answered, “I will never hurt you. Ever. You’ve given me so much already, and I’d be an ungrateful fool to hurt a girl like you. And… if you’re trying to say that you’re falling in… ‘L’ word… with me… I feel the same.”

At that, they didn’t need to say anything more. Their mutual orgasms were already near bursting, so giving in to their emotions was an easy next step. As they climaxed, both felt an incredible wave wash over them, one that seemed to indicate they would be bonded forever. Now exhausted from the evening’s activities, Ashley rolled off Michael once more and pulled her pillow closer to his.

“So… what now, Boyfriend?” she asked with a grin.

Michael chuckled. “Now, I have to figure how I’m telling Mom and Dad I’m dating a Gentile girl.”

A look of worry spread across Ashley’s face. “You think they won’t approve?”

He shrugged. “Dad ought to be just fine with it. Mom may huff a little bit, but they’ll know how serious we are when I refuse to back down. I definitely won’t let her put any pressure on you about converting; that’s your decision alone. Don’t worry. We’re a team, now.”

Smiling, Ashley clapped her hands twice, switching off the lava lamps and darkening the bedroom. Before drifting off to sleep, she leaned over for one last kiss with her new man.

“I love you, Michael.”

“I love you, too, Ashley.”

The following week was a whirlwind of happiness for the new couple. Though both still had school and work obligations, they spent every bit of spare time they could muster together. Whether at Michael’s apartment or Ashley’s, they made love every night, learning more about each other all the while. Ashley had promised to teach Michael a few things, and did he ever learn. Even after only a week, she had expanded his foreplay skills, introduced him to oral sex, and even shown him her favorite vibrator. By the time Friday rolled around, they were as attached as a college couple could possibly be.

The fact they arrived together at the next meeting of the A U Pokémon League caused a bit of a stir, and that they were laughing and holding hands was an even bigger surprise. None of the other members had seen Ashley so much as chat with anyone else, let alone date them. As the pair walked in to the GameStop, an uncomfortable silence descended upon the room. After a moment, Eric stood with a stern expression on his face.

“Michael, good to have you back.” Turning to Ashley, he continued, “Now, as for you. There’s a new rule around here that you’ll need to follow.”

“The hell are you talking about?” Ashley sighed.

Without a word, Eric pointed to the poster behind him with the rules listed. It all looked as it had last week, but an additional rule had been added at the bottom of the poster.

Girls only rule: Tits, or G T F O (get the fuck out).

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Michael growled.

“Simple. If she wants to stay a member of the League, she has to show us her tits. Otherwise, she can get the fuck out,” Eric smirked.

“You can’t do that!” Ashley spat. “This is still an Auburn University club! The Dean of Student Affairs will shut you down for this!”

“Only if someone tells on us. And I know you don’t want to be known as the spiteful bitch that ended the one and only club for all these poor lonely nerds you see here,” Eric shot back.

Realizing that tattling would play right into his hand, Ashley said, “Fine. Then I challenge you for leadership of the League, as per rule 5.”

“Of course, of course. But in order to challenge me, you first have to be a law-abiding member of the League. You wanna do this? Let’s see those titties.”

“You’re disgusting,” Ashley seethed.

“Hey, Sophia’s already done it, and she’s no worse for the wear. What’s your problem, bitch?” Eric taunted.

Having had enough, Ashley was about to lift her shirt and flash him just for the satisfaction of taking Eric’s leadership, but a hand stopped her before she could.

“No. I challenge you for leadership,” Michael said.

Eric seemed surprised at this. “You? Why? You’ve got no skin in this, dude.”

“She’s my girlfriend. You bet your ass I’ve got skin in this. I challenge you for leadership, Eric.”

“Go home,” he snorted.

“Who keeps the official rulebook?” Michael asked the rest of the members. After several seconds of tense silence, one member reached into his backpack and handed a pamphlet to Michael. Turning to a page near the back, he read aloud, “The President of the League may not refuse a challenge to his leadership from any member in good standing with the League, but as the challenged, he may determine the terms of the match.”

“Sounds pretty clear to me,” Ashley smirked.

Eric’s face twisted in rage at this. At last he replied, “Fine. One six on six single battle… AG rules.”

There was an audible gasp among the rest of the members. AG, also known as “anything goes,” was a style of play not common in competitive Pokémon. Not only did it allow the most overpowered Pokémon in the game to be used, known as “ubers” or “legendary Pokémon,” but it also did not ban the cheap tactics that were not allowed in most competitive matches. From this, Michael could tell exactly what Eric’s play was: he was betting that Michael wouldn’t have a team available that could compete at such a high level. Unfortunately for the Almighty President, Michael was well prepared for this scenario.

“Done. Set it up.”

They took a seat in the middle of the room and connected their game systems. The rest of the members gathered around, eagerly anticipating a heated battle between these two. All the while, Ashley stood by Michael’s side, confident that he would come out on top. In the past, she would have taken his stepping in as an insult, but she now saw he only wished to preserve her dignity. Though she would have gladly flashed Eric for the chance to beat his ass, Michael saw no reason for it to come to that. Across from them sat Sophia, again hanging on Eric’s every move, almost as if she felt her existence would come to an end should he lose. Ashley decided to keep a close eye on her throughout the game. Though Michael didn’t think much of it, Ashley then stood to stand behind him as a part of the crowd and reached into her pocket for something.

At the pregame screen, Michael began to inspect Eric’s team. There were the two usual suspects, Groudon and Kyogre, both of which were so powerful and versatile that any uber team was sure to include them. Michael also had them on his team, though their remaining four combatants differed. Eric’s remaining team consisted of a pair of frail offensive hitters, Darkrai and Pheromosa, the jack-of-all-trades Arceus, which could be any of the eighteen Pokémon types, and a Dragon Pokémon, Rayquaza. Michael was certain that Rayquaza would be Eric’s Mega for the match, as its normally banned in every other battle format. As for Michael, the rest of his team contained a couple of bulky supporters in Skarmory and Umbreon, an unpredictable wild card in Kartana, and his ace, Mega Mewtwo Y.

“Let’s do this,” Eric growled. “And when I win, you’re banned for life.”

“Same to you when I win,” Michael shot back.

With that, their battle began. Michael led off with his Skarmory, intending to set up traps on Eric’s side of the field to slowly damage his Pokémon throughout the match. Eric led off with his Darkrai, which immediately worried Michael. Darkrai was a Pokémon known for using sleep-inducing techniques, which would render one of his combatants useless for a few turns. Normally, only one Pokémon was allowed to be asleep at a time, but the AG rules they now played under made it legal to put any number of Pokémon to sleep. With some skillful maneuvering, Michael managed to switch Skarmory out in favor of his Mewtwo, but he was not able to set his traps yet. While Mewtwo would have been at a disadvantage against Darkrai, its Mega Evolution made it immune to sleep-inducing moves, forcing Eric to switch out.

Both of them played rather cautiously from there, trying to feel each other’s strategy out. While Michael’s team was slower and bulkier, allowing them to take a few hits, Eric’s team was much more “hyper-offensive,” containing only one or two bulky Pokémon. The rest were powerful attackers that would be easy to take down if Michael could land a strong hit. As Michael looked for an opening, he began switching his Pokémon at confusing times, throwing Eric off his game a bit. This led Eric to make an uncharacteristic mistake with his Pheromosa, leaving it severely wounded. It did manage to survive and fight back, hurting Michael’s Mega Mewtwo Y in the process, but Pheromosa soon fell. Michael then surprised Eric by pulling out his Umbreon. While not a strong attacker, Umbreon functioned as a powerful healer on Michael’s team, soon bringing his Mega Mewtwo back to full health with its Wish technique.

“You cheap fucker…” Eric seethed.

“You’re the one that wanted to play AG rules,” Michael smirked.

Eric’s Arceus was the next to fall, but not before it managed to take out both Michael’s Kyogre and Umbreon in the process. Now without his healer, Michael switched back to his Skarmory, taking the opportunity to set up the traps he had tried to use back at the start of the match. Darkrai returned to the field at this and rocked Skarmory with a powerful hit, but not before Skarmory had laid its traps. As it fell, Mega Mewtwo returned for the revenge knockout on Darkrai, leaving just three Pokémon on each side. Mewtwo continued its streak by taking down Eric’s Kyogre, but took heavy damage in the process, and was unable to survive even a single hit from Eric’s Groudon. Still, it was child’s play for Michael to finish it off with his own Groudon, thanks to a well-timed critical hit.

“Now, you’re dead,” Eric said, eying Michael with hatred.

“We’ll see.”

Now down to his last Pokémon to face Michael’s final two, Eric sent out his Mega Rayquaza, arguably one of the most unfairly overpowered Pokémon in the entire game. It had few natural weaknesses, and those weaknesses were still difficult to exploit due to its Delta Stream ability, which increased Rayquaza’s defenses to ridiculous levels. But Michael knew of Rayquaza’s one crippling weakness that it had no counter for: field traps. He had set up a trap on Eric’s side of the field known as Stealth Rock, which did a small bit of damage to each Pokémon upon switching in. If a particular combatant had a weakness to Rock Type attacks, as Rayquaza did, it would take even more damage from the trap. Thus, the very act of bringing Rayquaza in reduced its health by one fourth, which was a godsend considering how strong it was. Still, its natural strength was more than enough to take out Michael’s Groudon with little effort.

Now one on one against Rayquaza with his Kartana, Michael took a few moments to analyze his situation. He had equipped his Kartana with a special item called the Choice Band. This increased its already strong attacking power by an additional 50%, but also forced it into using only one of its four potential moves, hence the choice. There were a couple of good options that he could use against Rayquaza, but Michael had a suspicion that there was some strategy Eric was using that he hadn’t revealed yet. Even though Kartana had one attack that would have done more damage overall, Michael locked into a move that would do a bit less damage but was guaranteed never to miss.

On the next turn, Michael smiled at realizing that he had correctly predicted that Eric was up to something. Instead of attacking, Rayquaza began using a move known as Double Team. This progressively increased its evasion capabilities, making it more likely that Michael’s Pokémon would miss in their attacks altogether. This was considered the cheapest strategy in the game, resulting in widespread bans to Double Team in all competitive rules except Anything Goes. But as Michael had picked an attack with perfect accuracy that would not be affected by Double Team, he now knew that victory was all but assured. The smug look on Eric’s face soon disappeared as he realized that his strategy was useless against Kartana’s Smart Strike attack, guaranteed never to miss.

“You’ve gotta be shitting me!” Eric gasped at seeing how much damage the attack did to his Rayquaza. “How the hell is a Smart Strike so powerful?!”

“Choice Band, ya bastard,” Michael retorted.

Murmurs began to be heard from the onlookers. Each one of them knew what that meant: Michael had won. Only a single hit more, and Eric would officially be known as the former Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League. Michael tapped the screen on his 3DS and waited for the final turn to begin, but Eric just sat there in disbelief. His facial expressions went from dumbfounded, to pain, to pure rage. As he was about to select his move for what everyone knew would be the final turn, he moved his hand to the bottom of his 3DS and hit the power button, turning the system off.

“What the hell?! You rage quit?!” Michael yelled, unable to believe what had just happened.

“Yeah, whatcha gonna do about it, pussy?” Eric laughed.

“You cheated! You still lose!” Ashley agreed.

“Nope. That was my first rage quit ever, so I get a warning. But the battle itself is null and void, since it couldn’t be finished before connection was lost,” Eric replied with smug confidence. “You still wanna challenge me? We’ll go again.”

“No way! I had you beat, fair and square!” Michael shot back, standing at his chair in anger.

“I doubt the rest of the League sees it that way. What say you?” Eric asked the room.

Every last onlooker fell silent at this. Due to his supreme arrogance, Eric was blind to how much everyone in the League hated him and his leadership. Still, most had been afraid to stand up to him, and the few that did had always been soundly defeated. But today, he had been beaten, and everyone knew it. Sure, the official scoreboard said otherwise, but everyone knew what had really happened. One by one, the members of the League moved to stand behind Michael’s chair, showing their support to the man they wanted as the new president. Eric soon began to lose it, seeing the only power he possessed in his life being stripped from him.

“You fucking Traitors!” he screamed.

“It’s over. You’ve lost, Eric,” Michael replied quietly. “As the new Almighty President of the A U Pokémon League, I hereby ban you for life and nullify your sexist girls only rule effective immediately. Leave. You’re not welcome here.”

“And why should I do that?” he spat.

“Because you don’t want the video of your battle with Michael to end up all over the Internet,” Ashley said with a grin.

“Nice try, bitch. The battle ended before it could be completed, so the 3DS couldn’t make a video of the battle,” Eric replied.

“Maybe. But that doesn’t mean I wasn’t secretly filming the whole thing with my cell phone. Including your pussy move at the end,” said Ashley. “So, you have two options: leave now, or become a viral laughing stock in gaming communities the world over. Your choice.”

Eric’s mouth moved, but no words would come. He was beyond incensed, disbelieving that Ashley and Michael could get the better of him so completely. Still, the logical part of his brain managed to kick in, reminding Eric that any further insults would result in his embarrassment being posted all over the Internet for the world to see. Left with no other choice, he slowly rose to his feet and walked to the door. As he was about to leave, he turned to see Sophia still seated at the table.

“Hey! Let’s go!” Eric snapped at her.

With a look of panic in her eyes, Sophia stood to follow, but Ashley placed a gentle hand on her shoulder.

“You don’t have to go with him,” she assured Sophia.

Gulping, Sophia replied in a mousy voice, “But… he let me join? He g-gave me a social circle, right?”

“Sophia, you don’t owe him anything. He’s been controlling you this entire time; we all see it,” Ashley insisted. “Trust me, you can stay of your own free will. You have friends here, better friends than Eric is capable of being.”

“You belong with me! Now, let’s Go!” Eric shouted from the door.

Sophia was torn. In truth, she had never enjoyed being Eric’s girlfriend, but felt it was her only way to actually have friends. Now, she didn’t know what to think. Ashley seemed so certain that she would still be welcome here without Eric, which was such a tempting offer for Sophia. As she looked up at Eric’s face and saw the rage in his eyes, she made her decision.

“I… I’m n-not going… anywhere with you,” Sophia stuttered.

“What did you say to me?” Eric growled.

“I’m staying… right here. You could not… pay me enough… to touch your dirty… disgusting body even One More Time!” Sophia finally shouted. “We’re through, Eric.”

“You bitch…”

“Temper, temper, Eric,” Ashley taunted him, waving her phone in the air. “We wouldn’t want you to lose your cool and become a viral sensation, would we?”

Stopping dead in his tracks, Eric fumed for several seconds before storming out.

“Fuck You All!”

The members erupted into cheers as Eric finally left, finally rid of his tyranny for good. Ashley leapt into Michael’s arms, planting a steamy kiss on him in front of everyone, eliciting a few catcalls and whistles. After a moment, Ashley noticed several of the guys flocking to Sophia and trying to chat her up. Seeing the poor girl’s discomfort, Ashley made her way over to her.

“Sophia, you wanna grab some food with me and my boyfriend?”

“Huh? You… actually want to hang out with me?” she replied with surprise.

“Of course! Us gamer girls have to stick together, after all,” Ashley smiled.

“That… that would be nice,” Sophia said with a soft grin.

“Great! I think my roommate is making tacos tonight. Sound good?”

“I do enjoy tacos…”

Over the course of the next year, the A U Pokémon League skyrocketed in popularity under Michael’s leadership. His first order of business was to get rid of Eric’s sexist rules, along with the ridiculous title of Almighty President. His second act was to ask Antonio to join the group and assist as a Vice President. With Michael in charge, Antonio was only too happy to oblige, and helped launch a publicity campaign on campus to help draw in new members for the League. Little did they know how successful they would be.

To everyone’s surprise, Antonio and Allison avoided becoming a flash in the pan and instead turned into a serious power couple around campus. With Antonio now involved with the League once again, Allison began to take an interest in her boyfriend’s favorite club. After watching a few meetings, she decided she wanted to try it for herself and borrowed Antonio’s 3DS. She was hooked right away, and suggested using her popularity to promote the League and help bring in more members.

At the same time, Michael had the idea of starting a rental service, reasoning that it would be a way to attract people that had never played the game before. In this way, they offered a means for new members to be competitive and have fun without needing to make outlandish monetary or time investments along the way. A few longtime members offered up their spare 3DS systems for the club to use, and Michael decided to invest in a few new copies of the most recent Pokémon games. Even better, he and Antonio made sure to have a large amount of battle-ready competitive Pokémon available to loan to the less experienced members when they came to the meetings. As a result, the League began attracting casual gamers and complete newbies in addition to the more serious gamers that already attended. Before long, their numbers had ballooned to the point that they had to move into one of the auditorium classrooms on campus for their meetings.

A few months after Eric’s departure, people stopped seeing him around campus altogether. Many rumors persisted as to what happened to him. Some said he flunked out and moved into his mother’s basement, others think he had hired a hooker that turned out to be an undercover cop. Regardless, nobody missed him at all, least of all, Sophia.

Ashley’s offer for Sophia to join them for dinner turned out to be just what the poor girl needed and more. She formed a genuine friendship with Ashley and Michael, and especially with Ashley’s roommate, Liz. Sophia eventually began a romantic relationship with Liz, though the latter suspected rightly that Sophia wasn’t actually a lesbian. Rather, she found her time with Liz enjoyable because there were no controlling tendencies, as had been in her relationship with Eric. After a few months, their passion fizzled as Sophia developed the confidence and self-esteem to begin dating men again. Liz would miss the fun they had together, but Sophia was a whole new person, which couldn’t have made her friends happier.

As Michael and Ashley neared their graduation the following spring, Michael began to take a hard look at what he wanted his life to be like after the end of school. He decided that he had a serious question to ask Ashley, but first, he had to meet her family. Of course, he had met her dad and sisters over the previous Thanksgiving, but there was still one more person left…

“You’re sure you wanna do this?” Ashley asked.

“Of course! He’s such a huge part of your life, why wouldn’t I?” Michael replied.

“Just be prepared; he can be pretty off-putting.”

“No sweat.”

Entering her uncle’s house with a knock, she called out, “Hey, it’s Ashley!”

“In here,” a voice said.

Ashley led the way into a comfortable den with easy chairs and a sofa. A few watercolor paintings adorned the walls, giving it a very homey feeling. On the sofa sat a red-haired young man of about nineteen.

“Hey, Sam,” Ashley said.

“Hello,” he replied in a somewhat monotone voice. “You have a guest.”

“Yeah. Sam, I wanted you to meet my boyfriend, Michael. Michael, this is my cousin, Sam.”

“Good to meet you,” Michael said, refraining from reaching out to shake Sam’s hand; Ashley had warned that Sam didn’t like that.

“Boyfriend. Interesting,” Sam remarked without looking up from his 3DS. “Ashley, Mother and Father left some money on the counter for the pizza place at the end of the block. You should order and go pick it up.”

Ashley cocked her eyebrow at this; Sam hadn’t made a request, he’d given an instruction. Still, she knew better than to protest. Sam was trying to get this boyfriend of hers alone so he could figure him out. In spite of his Asperger’s, Sam was remarkably good at reading facial expressions and tone of voice.

“Pizza sounds good. Michael, you wanna relax here? I’ll be back in a bit,” Ashley said before leaving with the money.

“Sure,” Michael replied. Ashley had expected something like this would happen, and had prepared him as such. Sitting across from Sam, Michael asked, “Playing Pokémon there, eh?”

“Yes.”

“Cool. That’s actually how I met Ashley. We play in a League together at college.”

“I’m not surprised,” Sam said, seeming disinterested. “You must excuse my demeanor. It’s due to my condition.”

“Don’t worry, Ashley filled me in,” Michael reassured him.

“So… boyfriend. Tell me how long you have been dating my cousin.”

Again, it wasn’t a question, but an instruction. Michael replied, “A little over a year now. We met just before Valentine’s Day last year.”

“I take it you’re having intercourse with her, then?”

Michael was getting used to Sam’s bluntness, but decided to push back this time, saying, “To be honest, that’s between her and me. Besides, I respect Ashley too much to kiss and tell without her permission. But I recognize that you’re simply looking out for your cousin’s best interests, so I’ll say that anything we may have done has been mutually agreed upon with no coercion whatsoever.”

Sam paused a moment before giving a slight nod. “Correct answer.”

At this, Michael realized Sam was testing him, feeling him out. Not that he was surprised, but it suddenly made sense. Ashley had looked out for Sam growing up, and he wanted to do the same for her now, especially with her past luck with men.

“So, you say you met Ashley over Pokémon. Are you any good?” Sam asked.

“I beat her in our first game,” Michael answered.

“Interesting. You must be a good strategist to best her.”

“I have my moments, though she does frequently get the better of me.”

“Then tell me this: what is the superior counter strategy to use against a Trick Room team?” Sam asked.

Michael smiled at this; Sam was testing him again, this time about Pokémon. He was familiar with the strategy Sam was describing. In Pokémon, the combatant with the highest speed rating normally got to move first in any given turn, but there was one popular strategy to change that. The move Trick Room caused the exact opposite to happen for five turns, allowing the slowest Pokémon to move first. It was a popular sort of team to use, though Michael had never been partial to it. Taking note of the wording in Sam’s question, Michael began to formulate his response.

“To be honest, there is no superior or inferior strategy,” he began. “All strategies are equally viable and are ultimately dependent on the person in charge of them. A team that is statistically superior to another team will still be defeated if the player is unable to predict his opponent’s moves. Strategy is important, but more vital is the ability to adapt that strategy to what the other team is doing.”

“Right again,” Sam said. “Now, what is the most important phase of any Pokémon match?”

“The endgame,” Michael replied without hesitation. “Yes, a poor start can doom you, but even the best of starts can be undone by poor decision-making at the end of a match. Never assume your opponent can’t snatch victory from the jaws of defeat.”

“And what is your endgame with my cousin?” Sam asked pointedly.

Smiling, Michael said, “I plan to ask her to marry me.”

“That is not an endgame. That is a single action,” Sam pointed out.

“Fair enough. My endgame is to marry her and spend the rest of my life with her, if she’ll have me. A home, kids, being together for six or seven decades… that’s the endgame.”

After a moment’s pause, Sam replied, “I believe that would make Ashley very happy.”

“I think so, too. I know she makes me happy, happier than I’ve ever been in my life,” Michael admitted. “I’m in love with her.”

“That is nice to hear. Still, in the interest of full disclosure, you should be aware that if you ever hurt her, physically or emotionally, you will have made a mortal enemy in me.”

“I have no doubt of that,” Michael grinned. “But if I were to propose to Ashley… you would be ok with that?”

Before Sam could answer, Ashley walked in the front door. “I’m back, and I’ve got pizza!” she called.

Without a word, Sam stood and took the pizzas from her hands. Moving into the kitchen, he said over his shoulder, “Spoiler alert: he wants to marry you. And if he makes you half as happy as you seem, you would be an imbecile to decline.”

Michael buried his face in his hands at Sam telling her this upfront, but Ashley just smiled and winked at him. “Thanks, Sam. I’ll keep that in mind.”

As soon as Sam was out of earshot, Michael moaned, “All my elaborate plans…”

Sitting next to him on the couch, Ashley kissed Michael on the cheek and said, “Don’t worry about it; I’m actually kind of glad he said that.”

“You are?”

“Michael, you don’t need any elaborate plans to get me to marry you!” Ashley laughed. “If you want to marry me, all you have to do is ask.”

“Come on, I can do better than that!”

“I’m a practical girl, Michael. I always have been. One of the things I love most about you is that you’re a straight shooter. So, is there something you want to ask me?”

“Dammit, you’re really gonna make me do this now, aren’t ya?” Michael sighed.

“Yep,” Ashley replied, sticking her tongue out at him.

Michael reached into his pocket, pulling out a diamond ring he had saved for three months to buy. “Ashley Henderson… will you marry me?”

Flashing a huge smile, Ashley leaned forward and planted a passionate kiss on his lips. “You bet your sweet ass I will.”

Five years later.

“Almost there,” Ashley whispered.

“Come on, come on… just a bit more,” Michael growled, feeling the tension build.

“Yes… yes, you’ve got it!”

“Score! Flag captured!”

While most married couples would spend Valentine’s Day out on a romantic date, Michael and Ashley Goldman preferred an intimate evening of video games, even after nearly five years of marriage. Their six-month-old son, Sam, was spending the night with his namesake uncle. In spite of the elder Sam’s mild Asperger’s, he found that he had a natural affinity for children. His great willingness to babysit for his nephew allowed Michael and Ashley to continue their intimate evenings gaming together, with that night’s selection being Call of Duty: World War 2.

“Seems like that longstanding love affair with this game is paying off,” Ashley teased her husband. “You might actually be improving!”

“Oh, that’s how you’re gonna play it, eh? All right, we’re on different teams next round! I’ll show you improvement…”

“Ooh, sounds like hot air to me. How ‘bout we make it more interesting?”

“What did you have in mind?” Michael asked, remembering losing his first gamble with her six years ago.

Eying him mischievously, Ashley said, “Winner of the next round gets oral.”

“Deal,” Michael replied. “It’s a win-win for me.”

“How do you figure that?”

“Because we both know that once I start going down on you, you can’t possibly resist doing the same to me,” Michael said with a smartass grin.

Grabbing her controller, Ashley huffed, “Just shut up and play.”

“Game on, pretty lady.”

 Based on a post by a u guy86, in 3 parts for Sex Stories.