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Chapter 5 - Tease and Denial

"May!..."

"W-what? What was that?!..."

Drew felt like bursting out in a laughing fit. Yes, they were just having a very intimate moment, but...

He was totally in love with his girlfriend's brilliant lines and it was impossible to fully enjoy them in silence. Trying to not spoil the mood, even with the obvious humorous tone, Drew attempt to keep his voice as controlled as possible while offering an explanation.

"Sexy lovable partner, plus making out too hard... equals... I'm hard. Congrats?"

"I noticed!..." The naive woman glared at her boyfriend's erection as if it was something mythical out of their galaxy - stranger than Deoxys or any other mythical pokemon she had ever encountered in her journey - pointing at it with a very shaky hand. "This is so... ehhhh... Ahhh?!...".

May was... in shock. Too many things making sense simultaneously for the first time. Multiple thoughts were running in parallel inside her mind when a sudden mind crushing realization came up...

"Ah... Ahhh, that's why Harley said 'you'll face in bed a, most likely, fabulous growing—'..."

"—Wait," Drew quickly ran over the comment with a question, obstructing May from oversharing out loud any of Harley's imagery or inappropriate advices, "nobody has ever talked with you about... basic sex education?"

Before potentially drifting the discussion to the weirdness land again, he added in an adamant voice, "I really mean it, anyone besides THAT clown."

"C'mon... I used to travel full-time with my seven-year old brother and two teenager guys," the coordinator girl spoke with a slightly frustrated voice. She had no reason to be upset - but justifying herself made her slightly too self-conscious of having Harley as a confidant and voice of reason. "Then I did a solo adventure through Johto... then I started traveling with you... then we started dating. Who else could have helped me?!"

"You've never tried asking for help to anyone, huh..."

Fascinated by the situation, Drew felt his excitement slowly fading down, again. He didn't even bother too much this time, since bantering with May was still his number one hobby.

"Really? From all of your available choices, Harley?"

"You're kidding, aren't you." She rolled her eyes out, finding that provocation quite lame. It was now her turn to smirk in disdain and speak in a doubtful tone, "I think you should show any other option I had before criticizing me..."

"Well, my sweetheart is scared of me when I spicy things up," the blindfolded boyfriend started with a slightly arrogant voice, then shifted to a more careful tone, "May... I'm all yours. I love you. You know you can ask me about these things, anytime. For instance, right now."

"...But I'm shy." She looked away in embarrassment, shielding her exposed chest, even though nobody could see her at all. "As if I could suddenly simply come to you and say 'hi, hey, please tell me everything about your... uh, getting hard', isn't that... strange?!"

"...You can just say 'penis' instead of censoring yourself, you know?"

May's weight left his lap, almost like a startled natural reaction to the blunt comment.

"Don't make things harder!"

"...Call it 'dick' then?"

"Drew!"

Taking a long breath, Drew calmed down himself to talk to his girlfriend and offer a more reliable shoulder for her. Figuratively. His arms couldn't move in a way that it was possible to offer a literal shoulder to May...

"Uh... Look. If you want to talk without me joking around, please, just ask. I'll not laugh. I promise... No need to be embarrassed about it, 'kay."

The coordinator girl did trust his words - yet not being overly embarrassed when asking him was a whole different story...

"Uh..." She pouted in a cute and childish way, still fairly contradicted. "Hmmm..."

Drew felt his rival shuffling her body around in discomfort. He didn't notice she was nodding her head in agreement, so he tried changing the flow of their discussion to ease the mood.

"...What about the others, huh? I though Ash was a close friend."

Silence.

"Drew... we're talking about Ash. Ash Ketchum."

It was unnecessary to untie the blindfold to see the priceless deadpan expression on his girlfriend's face. He quickly realized the absurdity of that suggestion.

"Oh... How about Brock? Seems a reliable guy for a relationship talk."

"Geez, you're definitely not helping..." Sighing hopelessly, May rested her back by Drew's side, still eyeing at his boxers. "Please, don't you dare mentioning Max's name in your guessing list. I should better start figuring out things myself... I guess."

Drew sensed May nestling by his left side, pulse slowly going down. He assumed that what had just happened few minutes before was the furthest point they would go that night...

But oh well, that was alright. He would definitely have wished more, but at least some progress was there... plus there were now enough impressions and sensory experiences to leave his imagination entertained for a good time. "...Sol? She doesn't travel with you but she's not a guy, how about her?"

That would be the most rational choice, right? Drew didn't want to imagine the scene, but his veteran would certainly be a valuable help to his girlfriend. Solidad had a knack to talk in a mature and gentle way, something that he knew that May would appreciate.

"Solidad?..."

May mused for a brief moment in doubt, then started laughing quietly.

"Hahaha, you're right! Yeah, I could have asked her... she actually offered me help once, I was the one who haven't tried asking her anything after that."

The bandanna was covering Drew's eyes, but May could clearly see he was now giving her a judgmental look.

"I don't know, I just... never had the courage to reach her just to talk about these things. I mean..." Resting her hands under her chin in a thoughtful manner, May sighed out loud. "She knows you... The three of us see each other a lot... it's a bit... weird, isn't it?"

"But maybe you should anyway, this is important stuff." Drew motioned something that resembled vaguely like a shrug. "Unless you'd rather listen to Nurse Joy or your mother, you know?"

The timid woman shook her head vehemently, trying to ease the embarrassment away. This time Drew noticed her cute reaction and he couldn't help letting a small smile escape from his lips.

May pouted. "You're right... and how about you? Have you tried asking anything to Solidad?"

The answer popped out quickly and without hesitation. "Excuse me, I can find out things by myself, thank you."

"Ah..." May felt a little squirm by her side. Pride was serious business, huh...

"Does she... help you anyway?..."

Drew tried to not remember the little motherly addendum note Solidad included in his 18th birthday letter. Or the lesson she tried to give him the day he got caught trying to flirt with May's feet. Or the implied warnings when he started dating May...

...Or that day he was mysteriously gifted a small bag that he assumed to be a bottle of some kind of lotion and a box of condoms, after Solidad somehow figured out he was going to spend the night alone with May in a private hotel room.

Those inside his bag that night? Yes, those things were definitely the freshest and most recent memory related to the topic.

Being blindfolded was a good way to hide burning red cheeks. "...It's Solidad, May."

Unable to grasp the meaning Drew's subtle answer, May sighed out loud again.

"See, that leaves me Harley as my best option, since he cares way too much and actually talks openly about these things even when I don't want to hear them!..."

"Damn, May... I'm sorry for you, this is kind of pathetic."

Drew should have offered a better observation note, but even his smart tongue had nothing better to offer her this time.

"So... We have our stage rivals teaching us things in their own way," she replied with a very self-aware voice, "and you ask me why I feel weirded out discussing about sex?!..."

The two semi naked coordinators got really quiet, each savoring the weird discussion's end with their own embarrassing stories.

"Uh..."

That was certainly an unwanted enlightenment moment.

"So..."

Trying to face her insecurities, May rolled her body on the top of her boyfriend, caressing his tights with her fingertips. She went up through his body, kissing his neck and pressing his shoulders lightly in an affectionate massage.

That was meant to be a romantic night, right? She loved being so close to him... His scent, his voice, his affection... Drew was right, why was she so afraid of the idea of doing anything sexual with him? He would never hurt her - even if she didn't like it and asked him to stop, she knew he would instantly do so.

She had the idea to tie Drew to the bed and, even still being slightly doubtful about her plans, he went along with her silly wishes without (too much) complaining.

Respect and patience... no wonder she fell in love with that guy. Her rival. Her friend. Her partner... her lover.

May closed her eyes in concentration. It wouldn't hurt now coming up with something to make him feel good...

"...If Harley is a bad idea, then you should have taken responsibility for these things, huh?"

Pleased with the calmer cadence in May's voice, Drew attempt to shrug his shoulders again, now in a prideful stance.

"...I've been telling you that since the beginning."

Tracing the paths of his body in a mindless way, the coordinator girl suddenly realized something warm was poking her again, fully awakened.

"That was... fast."

"Well... " Drew assumed that it wouldn't be a good idea to remind her how a half-naked girlfriend, stroking his ego while resting on the top of his body, was a considerably arousing thing. "...Maybe it is a sign you're learning things fast. I'm a good teacher, don't you think?"

"Hmmm..."

May shifted her body again, forcing her boyfriend raise and open legs apart so she could gently position herself in a more comfortable way. Then staying right there in between his legs, she cautiously covered his crotch with one hesitant hand. "Does it hurt?"

"Nope," Drew answered very plainly. "Not really, being hard is not supposed to hurt."

"Male parts are so odd." She felt him with curiosity, stroking her hand over his underwear. "Hm, I have no idea..."

Very carefully, she lifted up her object of study by holding up the shaft with a firm but gentle grip. "I mean it, this is so different..."

Unable to see anything, Drew didn't predict that naive girl would touch him so forwardly without making any big scene out of that. He gasped in a low but audible startled noise. May released her hand immediately after hearing it, afraid of breaking anything from that lower alien place.

"Sorry! Did I hurt you?..."

"Uh, it's fine...! I... just didn't know you were going to grab me like that." Trying to quickly find the right words, Drew replied with a slightly rushed voice, "as long as you go gently, it's not going to hurt me, don't worry..."

"Ah? Alright..."

She unceremoniously returned her explorations and caressed her boyfriend with a slow and careful motion, then tried to repeat her previous movements in a slightly bolder way. Moving her hand up and down, she enclosed her fingers around him in a gentle grip, feeling the temperature inside the room increase with the tension in the air.

"So... does it feel good when I do this?"

Drew wasn't sure if she was being just plain naive or toying with his sensations. He held his breath for a couple of seconds before giving an answer.

"Uh... you are sort of... well, jerking me off, so..."

May stopped for a moment, thoughtfully, then just giggled in an innocent way. "If I keep doing this then you won't be a jerk anymore? Hehe."

"I think you don't know what you're talking about..."

Sighing out loud, Drew could still hear his girlfriend giggling. At least she didn't sound panicked anymore. "...Yeah, clueless. Good."

Completely unaware of the warning, May just kept going with the slow massaging, now moving her hands lower. She stopped shuffling her hand as if waiting for some guidance.

"Testicles, scrotum," Drew answered in a bland voice, "balls, ballsack. Whatever you want to call them, just be careful."

"Seems soft. Ah, it is soft!" She chirped in an entertained voice, laughing to herself. "Wow, feels like a mini... Poliwag! So, it doesn't get hard like..."

"...It doesn't," the puzzles boyfriend answered in a reticent tone. "Uh..."

Poliwag... Poliwag? Geez. If Harley's description seemed to be bad, May's own poetic analogies were even more bizarre...

"See, it's quite simple... This is far from being creepy, right."

May had another giggling attack. Drew didn't mind it - if that helped her stop being afraid of his body, the ridiculous talking would be useful anyway. Besides, although not romantic at all, maybe it was his chance to... "Then... Will you let me go—"

"Ah. Ahhh, I get it now..."

However, she suddenly stopped laughing in innocence, really amused by some other thought that came up to her mind - May was now laughing in a meek way, holding her cheeks in disbelief.

"I've just realized that... oh gosh, so that's the meaning of that! So dirty, ehhh!"

"Meaning... of?..." Drew didn't hide his curiosity. "What?"

"Now I get what it literally means to 'suck somebody's balls'..." She shook her head, trying to shrug the silly trivia off her mind. However, another unwanted enlightenment spark hit her head, full force. "Oh, wait. This is bad. Oh my.. Ehhh, Harley says a lot of bad stuff!"

Drew felt like slapping his forehead. He would - if only he hadn't been handcuffed to bed.

He had no clue how low his girlfriend's grown-up advisor could go - apparently, it was that damn low and annoying twilight zone in between going too far and being moderately harmless.

(That sweet point where no one could accuse Harley of being nefarious without being scandalously shouted at, 'oh please, your prudes, learn some dirty humor, will you?! Mayfluffykins is already an adult, stop sheltering her!', or something like that...)

"You know, every time he tells me to suck you dry on and off-stage." Lost in her own ramblings, she rested her hands on her hips, watching her rival's blindfolded face with attentive eyes. "I thought he was supporting me to destroy you on stage and be a strong girlfriend off-Contest, I totally didn't get the double meaning!... or triple? I don't know, maybe multiple meanings... Harley is a sneaky guy, huh."

"Obscene, you're being too nice calling him only sneaky," Drew complained in a dreadful voice.

"But I wonder... if that was like," May muttered while staring at a blank spot on the wall, "I don't know, maybe some kind of advice."

"...How come we're talking about him again?" Drew wished he could erase the shadow of the Cacturne nightmare off the bedroom. "May, you know, even just the mention of Harley's or Solidad's name when we're alone is kinda—"

"You brought his name tonight as many time as I did! Anyway... No, I don't want to discuss about his dirty jokes either..." Her voice sounded considerably self-conscious, yet still honest, "I wonder— would you actually like that, Drew?..."

"Want what," he said with an annoyed voice, "to be submissive and allow you to beat me in a literal sense? May, this is—"

She comfortably moved her body in a resting position, pressing her breasts against him - and most likely unintentionally, while moving to lie down on her partner, placing them right in between the latent hard-on.

"Sucking you dry, what else... Duh."

Silence.

"So?"

May only noticed how shocked Drew became after a considerably long time watching him being reticent like that, being unable to continue their discussion.

"Yes— No! What?!... I mean... Uh..."

Unable to figure out if he found May's words too shocking or kind of arousing in a twisted way, Drew started stumbling on his own words.

He was really trapped now.

"...Damn, May."

(...)

(Chapter 6 - "soon"?)