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A First	By : goldenponcho Category: +1 through F > Despicable Me Views: 2375 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Note: Phish is Vector's shark, in case that doesn't come across.

Devon’s smile widened, and she took his hand gently in hers, “You don’t have to be afraid…” she brought his hand up, placing it to firmly grip her breast through her shirt.

Vector felt a jolt through his stomach and into his groin at the feeling of the soft mound beneath his hand. He saw her eyes flutter and heard her sigh softly. After hesitating for several seconds, he shifted his hand and began massaging in gentle circles. He was encouraged by her sharp intake of breath, and he began massaging a bit more firmly. He heard a soft moan from her, and he felt his erection give an answering throb.

Oh, yeah…he wanted her.

“Sh-sh…should we go to my bedroom?”

“I’m comfortable right here,” she leaned her forehead against Vector’s and reached up to rub his chest through the material of his warm-up suit.

“B-but what about…in front of Phish?”

She giggled, “Phish is a fish.”

He gulped again, “…right…”

She kissed him a little more forcefully than she had before, but this time, Vector fought back for control. He prodded her silky mouth with his tongue. They had done this a very few times before, but it was only a light touching of their tongues together then, and it never lasted that long. But this time, he plunged deep into her mouth, her doing the same. He barely registered her unzipping his warm-up jacket to reveal the light patch of hair in the middle of his chest. He groaned into her mouth as her fingers brushed his bare chest. He couldn’t resist touching her in return; he removed his hand from her clothed breast and snaked it beneath the bottom of her shirt. He lightly grazed his fingers over her soft belly, and she couldn’t stop from breaking off their kiss and letting out a giggle.

He chuckled, this time sounding a bit more at ease, “You ticklish?”

She bit her bottom lip, “Bet you are too,” and she reached beneath his shirt, running her nails lightly across his prominent tummy.

Sure enough, Vector laughed, grabbing his stomach in defense, “Hey! Quit it!”

“Hmhm!” she reconnected with his lips and continued unzipping his jacket.

Vector followed suit, raising her own shirt over her head, and slipping it off. He eyed her ample form, full breasts and soft, slightly rounded belly. She wasn’t as chubby as he was, but her own love for junk food still showed. It was more than fine with him; he ran a hand up her stomach and underneath the side of her bra, thumb resting on the side of her soft breast. As he caressed and explored her little by little, she slid his jacket off of his shoulders.

He exhaled shakily when Devon leaned in to nibble at his collarbone, and he laced his fingers through her short hair, the other hand making its way to the clasp in the back of her bra. Now Vector had seen several movies where the guy unhooked the girl’s bra with one hand, but as he attempted to do so, he found that it was a lot harder to do than it looked. He attempted to momentarily ignore the nice sensations her mouth was giving him as he tried heatedly to get the thing undone.

‘Havin’ a little trouble?” she asked with a bit of amusement.

“I…just can’t get this stupid thing unhooked!”

He felt her smile and silent giggles against his chest. She was so mean sometimes.

“You’re gonna have to use two hands,” she said, “Even I never figured out how to unhook it with only one.”

Vector sighed in frustration, and let his other hand momentarily leave her hair to unfasten the stubborn clasp. He froze for a couple of seconds when the clasp was finally unhooked. Devon heard him swallow hard before feeling the straps slide from her arms. She leaned back, her blush and bashful expression revealing that she was a little nervous too. She let the straps slide down her arms and off of her.

Vector had to hold his breath at the sight. MAN, she was pretty!

His eyes went wide, “You are soooo gorgeous, Dev.”

She drew up her shoulders with a timid smile and bit the inside of her jaw.

With a tentativeness that belied her usual personality, she finally spoke, “Touch me?”

And he didn’t need to be told twice. He reached up and placed a hand on her so gently it was almost like he was afraid of hurting her. He glanced up at her when he heard a very faint moan. He smiled affectionately and let his thumb brush over her already erect nipple.

“Vector!”

He jumped at the sudden exclamation of his name, and withdrew his hand, “Did I hurt you?” he asked urgently.

“No,” she shook her head, “d…don’t stop…”

“Oh,” Vector said with a sly smile, “you like that, do you?” he reached up again to rub the little, pink protrusion in slow circles.

“Mmmnn!” she grabbed Vector’s shoulders at the sharp sensations.

He started to return to his usual, cocky self as his smile widened, “Well, then, I’ll bet you like this even more.”

He leaned down to cover her other nipple with his mouth, sucking gently.

“Nnnn, Vectoooorr!” she grabbed a wad of hair from the back of his head, appreciating the sudden assertiveness from him greatly.

She felt as much as heard the chuckle that came from him before he started sucking more forcefully, and she cried out in delight as he alternated that with flicking his tongue across it.

“V-Vector, please…” she mumbled.

He detached himself from her breast and smirked, “Vector, please, WHAT?”

Devon laughed to herself; she wasn’t going to make it that easy. He was taken by surprise when she shoved him to lie down and straddled him so that they were pressed very intimately together. He couldn’t suppress the moan that erupted from his throat at the contact.

She leaned in to dip her tongue playfully into his bellybutton, and he twitched. She trailed tiny nips and kisses up his belly to his chest before giving him the same treatment he had given her.

“OH!” he exclaimed at the sudden, sharp suction.

One hand returned to her hair, and the other slid down her back to come right above her rear. He didn’t consciously know what he was doing when he did it; he was too turned on to really DO anything consciously. But the outcome seemed to please them both all the same. He grabbed her butt firmly, pressing her pelvis closer to his, and gave a shallow thrust.

Both of them moaned loudly almost in unison then panted with exhilaration. But before Vector could repeat the stunt again Devon sat up and leaned back on her perch.

“Unbutton my pants,” she requested breathlessly.

“Hmhmhmm!” he chuckled with a teasing leer and traced the tip of his finger down her thigh, “Say pretty please.”

She gave him a wicked smirk, “Pretty PLEASE!” and she jerked her hips violently against him.

“MMnnn!” his eyes went wide at the friction, “You’re so EVIL…” he groaned, then reached up to comply.

She sat up on her knees as he helped her to pull them down then kicked them off onto the floor where a pile of discarded clothes was beginning to accumulate.

Vector ran his hands over her full thighs, appreciating the firmness, but at the same time, softness of her muscular, yet curvy legs. She was so close to being fully naked, and he actually had to discipline himself into not reaching up to rip the thin fabric of her purple underwear off of her.

Instead, he resorted to lifting his hips ever so slightly off the couch, “Mind returning the favor?” he asked.

“Hmhm! No problem,” she said, scooting herself down his legs to sit on his knees.

Before Vector could react, Devon had hooked her fingers around the waistband of both his pants AND his boxers and yanked them down to uncover his engorged length.

“Hey! That’s not FAIR!!” he tried to lift one of his legs to cover himself, but she was sitting on them, so he reached down to cover himself with his hands. He hadn’t expected her to strip him bare so abruptly, and he suddenly remembered that he had been terrified of what she would think of him when she finally did.

The corners of her mouth curled into a grin, “Villains don’t PLAY fair,” and she plucked his hands from himself to get a better look.

Vector’s entire body went rigid again as she inspected him curiously. She could feel him shaking slightly beneath her and decided it would just be too cruel for her to remain motionless any longer. So she brushed her fingers lightly from his bellybutton down the narrow happy trail that led just above his manhood. She glanced up, seeing the terrified look on his face, and her eyes softened as she reached lower to touch him. His hips shuddered at the unfamiliar contact, feeling her hand wrap around him.

“GOD, Devon!!” he jerked, leaning up slightly on his elbows from his lying position.

He was blushing darker than ever, and he looked so utterly helpless before her. She began moving her hand, very slowly.

“Nnnngh!” his short nails scraped against the pleather couch, and as she started to pick up the pace, he nearly went cross-eyed and his arms gave out beneath him, causing him to drop back to his lying position.

She continued to stroke him softly as she leaned back down again and kissed him. He could barely respond to the kiss, he was so drunk with arousal. He couldn’t help thrusting into her hand, attempting to make her stroke harder. However, the small sliver of consciousness he had left told him not to overdo it. After several wonton outbursts, he was finally able to force himself to grab her hand and stop her.

The sudden move surprised her.

“St-stop, Dev,” he panted, “If you keep doing that…this will be all over…WAY before I want it to be.”

She smiled and backed off his legs, removing his pants and boxers completely while she waited for him to regain his composure.

His breathing gradually slowed to somewhat normal, and he chuckled anxiously, “That was…REALLY awesome, though…” his expression suddenly turned dangerous, “and now…”

She only had time to let out a small squeak before he pounced on her, and their positions were reversed. He chuckled, pinning her hands above her playfully, “I think I’m gonna need to take my revenge, sweet cheeks.”
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