Meeting Her

So, I just sat there with her, allowing my thoughts to go rampant, as there was nobody to hide them from.

Dude, you just helped some stranger, a girl, mind you, beat up her boyfriend, and hugged her not even two minutes ago!

Brain, please stop. I was just being a Good Samaritan. And for the love of Pete, stop diverting the blood flow to the land-down-under, this is really not the right time.

Why? We both know you like her. And anyway, the blood is left over, there is nowhere else that doesn't have a surplus.

Bullshit. Stop it. Now. I don't like her. Not her pretty face, nor her perfect body, nor her awesome and beautifully brushed hair are of any interest to me.

Are you even listening to yourself? You are in love with her, dude! Admit it and just get over it.

I told you already, I don't like- Wait, you're right... I am in love with her...

Good! Now, when are you going to tell her? You know, if you keep it to yourself-

No, I'm not going to tell her. I know for a fact she doesn't feel the same way for me.

You're just scared...

And you are annoying. Just drop it okay? It's my choice so just stay out of it.

Can't run away forever...

Whatever.

Just then, there was a knock at the door, so I went to see who was outside. As I looked through the small glass scope to see who was knocking, I almost screamed. It was Soarin. I started to panic, bad. I frantically started to pace around in the entrance hallway, and then something caught my eye. A shotgun. Body was black with golden designs on it, the stock had a wood finish, and the butt was cushioned. I picked it up, put it against my shoulder, opened the door, and pointed it in Soarin's face.

"Whoa! Put the gun down dude!", he yelled, startled. He jumped at the sight of the gun.

"Get lost, Soarin!", I told him in affirmative tone.

"Look man, I just need to talk to her-", I interrupted him by pumping the shotgun.

"I'll only tell you one more time, Soarin. Get. Lost. Now.", I ordered him. He jumped again, lifting his arms and starting to fly away.

"Alright! I'm leaving! See?!", he yelled back at me, already taking off. Once he had left, I came back into the house, closing the door behind me. I continued over to the living room to find her still asleep. I never got her name, oh well. I left the shotgun leaning against the couch and went to go explore the house. I stumbled upon a room that caught my attention. Not because of how it looked, but because of what it had in it, a grand piano. I went inside to check it out. As I got closer, I noticed the amount of dust that had piled on it. I went to sit on the long stool, and blew off the dust on the keys. Getting into position, I played some of the notes to check the tuning, and as expected, just as new. Remembering a tune, my first instinct was to play it. What song you ask? "Contigo Aprendi" (I learned With You) by Armando Manezanero. When I finished the song, smiling, I closed the lid on the keys, stood up, and turned around, only to see her leaning on the doorway.

"That was beautiful, I have never awoken to a more beautiful sound.", she said, walking over to me. "Hey, I never got your name, what is it?", she questioned.

"Merzero Rochétt, but everyone just calls me Zero, and what is yours?", I asked in return.

"Rainbow Dash.", she responded.

"I like it! Nice name!", I complimented her. She was about a foot away from me now.

"We both know my name isn't the only thing you like...", Dash looked at me with a sly and devilish smile.

"Yeah, that piano is awesome!", I responded, trying to look naïve. It didn't work.

"Zero, you like me, don't you?", she inquired. I knew the façade was over.

"Yes, but I know you don't feel the same for me...", I looked at her with a face of disappointment. She came up to me, right up in my face.

"Now that is where you're wrong, Zero...", at the sound of that, I couldn't help it. I leaned in, and our lips touched. I felt Dash jump, but then relax as she pulled me in and went to work. She was exploring every nook and cranny of my mouth with her tongue, and to avoid looking like an idiot, I started to do the same. We moved around, knocking into furniture, crashing into and leaning on walls, eventually finding our way to the couch, or at least I think it was the couch, because I didn't dare open my eyes. After what seemed like hours of tasting the most delicious thing in existence, we stopped, opened our eyes, and looked at each other.

"You were amazing, Zero! I've never felt this way, not even with Soarin! You just taste so good! Mmmmm....", she wanted more, I could tell, and I won't lie, I did too.

"Truth be told, that was my first time...", I blushed. Was I really that good? She gasped, putting a hand over her mouth.

"That's impossible! You were so good! You must've had some experience!", she yelled in denial.

"Well, I do now...", I cracked a devilish smile and went in again. We explored each other much more vigorously this time. Our tongues would fight for dominance one minute, and gracefully dance the next. I pushed in so far once that I got to her throat. I moved my tongue inside her mouth, tasting everything in reach once more. Her saliva, it tasted like, I can't describe it. It tasted like rainbows and happiness, if that's even possible. But not just any happiness, imagine a little girl's face after seeing her first rainbow. Now take that feeling the little girl is having and give it a color. It doesn't matter which one, as long as it's a warm color, its fine. Now taste the color, I know what you're thinking, but just do it. Whatever you got, that's what it would taste like to you. When we split, there was a trail of saliva linking our lips together. Dash used her tongue to break it, catching the saliva on it. I moved so we were laying on the couch sideways, basically spooning, instead of me being on top of her. I rested my head on hers, fixing my neck on her shoulder.

"That one was even better...", she whispered. "C-Could you do me a favor?", she asked me. I stroked her arm.

"Anything for you, Dash...", I cooed. I kissed her neck and I was rewarded with a sexy moan.

"C-Can you take off your shirt?", she asked shyly, and proceeded to take hers off.

"I'll do you one better...", I went to take off not only my shirt, but my shoes and pants (and nothing more you perverts!). She did the same, but took it one step up.

"Could you un-do my bra? I like nude embraces...", I obliged. After I was done, we just laid there, I was holding her, and she was holding my arms. Sleep got to us eventually, that sly fox.

----------Hours Later-----------About 7:20 PM--------------

I was woken up to my phone ringing, so I got up carefully so to not wake Dash up, and went to check who was the ugly son of a bitch who was calling. I looked at the caller I.D. It was my mom. I take back everything I said... Hehe... I reluctantly picked it up.

"Hey Ma!"

"Hey hunny! Just calling to tell you that your room is ready so you can come back now."

"That's awesome! But I can't..."

"Why not? What's wrong?"

"I have a friend who really needs me right now, she asked me to stay the night. Is that ok?"

"Can you tell me what happened at least?"

"She had a fight with her boyfriend, well ex-boyfriend now, as a good person I intervened when he hit her, and since he has a key to her house, she needs someone to help her feel safe."

"Alright, sounds good! See you in the morning! Oh, and one more thing..."

"Yeah mum?"

"Don't get her pregnant just yet, I want to meet her first..."

"What?! How did you know?!"

"I'm your mother, I know no girl would ever turn you down. Go for it, just don't take it too far..."

"Ok mom, I won't. Got to go, love you, bye!"

"Me too Merzero! Bye!"

I hung up, set my phone down, and walked back to the couch, sitting down next to Dash. She woke up.

"Who were you talking to?", she inquired.

"My mother, she called to tell me my room was ready and I can come back now.", I responded. She put on a sad expression. "But, I told her I couldn't because a friend needed me to help her."

"Is that all you told her?", she questioned. I returned to my position behind her, and leaned in close to her ear.

"She found out the rest on her own..."

FIN?