[Episode 137328] [Episode 137328]Both of them were waiting for the other one to make some small talk so that they could steer the conversation to the subject they felt they needed to discuss. Which meant the first half of the meal was spent staring at their plates, with quick glances at each other.
This lasted until Nabiki convinced herself that her sister Kasumi would have had no problem discussing this embarrassing problem in a clinical manner. In actuality, Kasumi would be blushing worse than Nabiki, but the mistaken belief that her sister could have done what she hadn't, spurred Nabiki to break the silence.
"Ranma?"
Caught taking a quick glance at his date, he guiltily barks "Yes?"
"Have you ever had any sex education?"
"Oh my god! She knows about the book! Don't panic. She hasn't screamed or hit you yet. She knows!" Ranma's thoughts were racing. After a short pause, he answered "A bit."
"I know you missed alot of classes in school growing up. And we both know your father is worthless when it comes to teaching non-martial arts. So there are some things you really need to know, that you might not have learned. And since we're dating, we really need to discuss some things you might find embarrassing."
"Oh! That's all right then. So what do we have to discuss?"
"How much do you know about the process by which people have babies?"
"Oh, that! That's for after I marry someone."
"That's not entirely true. Unmarried people can have a baby too."
"You mean... you're pregnant?"
"No!" Nabiki's shout startled the other diners. After the hubbub resumed, Nabiki said, "Nothing we've done can lead to having a baby, but some of the stuff we might do could lead to having a baby, unless we're careful. Understand?"
"Not really."
"We don't really have time for a whole sex education course on this date, but you've got to learn it if you don't want to be a father before you're married. Especially the way Shampoo keeps jumping you in the nude. For now, have you heard of the 'A', 'B', 'C', and 'D' scale?"
"Sort of."
"'A' stands for kissing. 'B' stands for making out. 'C' stands for sex. And 'D' means pregnant. Now we've passed through 'A' to 'B'. There's alot we can do in 'B'. But eventually unless you're very strict, 'B' leads to 'C'. So the first thing you have to know is: what are the limits from 'B' to 'C' so we don't pass them unawares."
"So why don't we stick to 'B'?"
"Well, you remember what just kissing felt like; making out felt so much better. Now there's much more enjoyable part to 'B’ that we can try. But 'C' feels better still. There will come a time when one of us wants to try 'C'." To herself she admitted, "Especially as I've already imagined it while masturbating."
Nabiki continued aloud, "Now 'C' can be done safely if you know what you're doing. But if you don't take precautions 'C' will become 'D', and then all hell breaks loose."
"Got ya. So how do I learn what I need to know?"
"I'll get you the right textbook. Until then I'll warn you if we get close to 'C'. But before we get there we have to be ready to prevent 'D', got it?"
"You bet. I'll study the boring textbook, so we can safely 'A', 'B', and 'C' each other!"
"And tonight we can explore 'A' and 'B'." She smiled at him in a way that struck him temporarily dumb."
Having unburdened herself of the embarrassing topic she needed to cover, Nabiki relaxed, and enjoyed stunning her dinner date with just a smile, and a promise for later. The thought that she could do this to Ranma gave her such a feeling of pleasure; she just decided to bask in it.
Eventually Ranma recovered his wits and brought up his worrisome topic. "Nabiki, we're taking risks by dating. Sooner or later someone's gonna notice something. We need plans for when the shit hits the fan, and I'm no good at these long range things. It was all I could do to figure out how ta ask you out. You gotta help me make some plans. Otherwise someone's gonna be seriously hurt when the martial artists try to kill people."
Now Nabiki's thoughts were swirling all around. "He wants to date me in spite of the danger. He's asking for my help. He wants my help so we can stay together. He admitted it was difficult for him to ask me out but he did it anyway. It wasn't a whim! I already knew it wasn't a whim; I figured out it wasn't a whim, but he actually confirmed it wasn't a whim. He values my planning ability! He already told me he valued it. But now he's showing us he relies on us!"
All she said was, "Of course. I'll try to work up contingency plans from Kasumi seeing us kiss to Cologne declaring war. When I have them, I'll brief you."
When she said this, the tension obviously slipped from Ranma's shoulders, and the two of them proceeded to enjoy dinner.
After dinner, they proceeded to a movie. Ranma now had implicit permission from the date before to do things besides kissing to Nabiki. Things that wouldn't block her view of the screen. So while the movie was in the boring bits where the plot was being advanced, Ranma decided to play a bit with his companion.
He started off slowly, caressing the nape of her neck, and running her fingers through the short hairs, massaging her scalp.
This didn't strike Nabiki as particularly arousing; it was the kind of thing married couples would do after years of living together. That Ranma would behave this way filled Nabiki with a warm feeling of contentment.
While they had chosen a movie they both could enjoy, Ranma's mind kept shunting the screen into his peripheral awareness. Having Nabiki next to him to touch and cuddle took up more of his attention. Throughout the movie Ranma stroked her cheek, or played with her hair, or stroked either of her arms.
He also stroked her bare legs where they emerged from her skirt, down to the knee, and slightly higher than where the skirt had naturally fallen; not high enough to count to either of them as trying to reach under the skirt, but giving him another inch of bare flesh that was both innocent of sexual endeavors, yet still suggested the possibility later.
It wasn't until near the end of the movie, when the actors started getting passionate that Ranma did anything overtly sexual. When the actors fell into each others arms, and passionately kiss, Ranma's arm that was resting on Nabiki's shoulder extended so that Ranma's hand could cup Nabiki's far breast, and began to knead it.
Meanwhile, Ranma's other hand ceased being quite as careful as it stroked her bare legs. As Nabiki turned to Ranma, and they passionately kissed, Ranma's hand was running up and down most of Nabiki's bare legs. Her skirt was bunched up in her lap, barely covering her panties, and whenever Ranma's hands reached the top of their circuit, the bunched fabric supplied a slight pressure on her crotch which felt quite pleasurable.
This was about as far as Ranma intended to go at the movie theater. Nabiki had given him permission at an earlier date to touch her breasts through her clothes, and holding the beautiful Nabiki so intimately while the two of them kissed passionately awoke feelings of desire he usually had to rein in. Besides, with the two actors on screen kissing, there was nothing important going on which could distract him from Nabiki's lips.
Nabiki had all but melted into his arms and kiss, the stimulation of her cloth-covered breast and crotch elicited a moan from her, as their tongues played with each other. One of Nabiki's hands reached out to caress Ranma's cloth covered erect penis which Nabiki could see out of the corner of her eye.
Unfortunately, when she ran her hand over it, it was as if someone had poured a bucket of cold water down Ranma's back. He froze, stiff and unresponsive, as he involuntarily flinched away from Nabiki.
Luckily the movie was almost over. Nabiki sat there, hurt and confused, while Ranma tried to figure out what to do. His desire to play with Nabiki was temporarily squashed, and he had no useful experience dealing with hurt girls. It was beyond his experience to offer Nabiki a comforting hug, and Nabiki might not have accepted it at that moment if he had offered.
So they spent the last few minutes of the film surrounded by their pains and insecurities, stealing glances at each other.
When the movie finally ended, Ranma offered Nabiki his hand to hold as they walked. Nabiki hesitated, and then grabbed for it. She was still very hurt, but she wanted to find the reason for his change from affectionate to ... whatever he had changed to. Her logic was beginning to work on the problem, if only her doubts and insecurities would stop shouting suggestions at her.
After they emerged from the theater, Nabiki suggested they go to the park, stop off at an ice cream vendor, and discuss what happened.
With the pair of ice cream cones, and the holding of hands as they walked in the park, the feeling of camaraderie had returned, although unable to wipe away the pain of rejection or silence all of the doubts. They walked silently together. Ranma trying to gather his thoughts and figure out what to do, and Nabiki waiting until Ranma could explain.
Finally, he said, "I've been like that for months now, I guess. I didn't think it'd happen with you; not after the hugging and kissing we did; but I guess it did."
Confusion temporarily silenced Nabiki's doubts. Months meant it predated his relationship with her. He all but guaranteed that it didn't involve her, because he all but stated he thought she'd be immune to whatever happened. Unfortunately Nabiki's thoughts were racing too fast for her to logically work on the problem. She just waited for Ranma to continue.
"I guess it started when Shampoo jumped into the bath with me. Or maybe it started when Kuno groped me in the swimming pool. I know it hits me every time Shampoo grabs me and rubs her breasts over my body. Even though I know I'm supposed to enjoy it, it feels like an attack. My adrenaline kicks in the same way as when Ryouga shouts 'prepare to die.' I immediately note all of the escape paths like I've been trained; not that I can ever get to them. But I thought that was restricted to glomps by violent women trying' at force me. That's why I didn't think it'd happen with you."
"So those idiots have given you a conditioned response guaranteeing you won't enjoy what they do."
"Is that what it's called? I used to sometimes enjoy it. Like when Shampoo snuck into my bed after I fell asleep and we held each other. That night I had one of the best dreams in my life; unfortunately I couldn't remember the details, but then I woke up soaking wet, with a cat in my arms. The enjoyable parts became smaller and rarer, until lately, there's nothing nice about it at all. All my fiancees feel the same as Happosai groping me. But kissing you was so nice I thought it was just guys and fiancees that make me feel that way."
"We can test it, and figure out the extent of the problem. And then, either cure it or prevent it from bothering the two of us."
"How do we do that?"
"Do you remember our last date when I grabbed your hand and pressed it to my breast?"
"Do I? It felt wonderful. I wouldn't have touched you like that in the movie if you didn't do that."
Nabiki blushed, "Well the next time we get your thing like that, I'll ask you to put my hand there. Then we'll know if it was what I did or how I did it that made you react badly. We can even do a smaller test here. Give me my hand back." Nabiki rested her hand on Ranma's shoulder, "Now, let's keep walking and you tell me how you feel about what I do?"
As they walked, Nabiki tried to slide her hand down and rub his back; however she had alot of difficulty as they were moving at too different rates, even though they were walking together.
Eventually they devised a method where Ranma diminished his strides, and they started walking in sync. With Ranma and Nabiki's sides pressed together, she was able to use her free hand to approximate circles on his back. While they found it pleasurable, it didn't feel particularly natural, so Nabiki abandoned walking, and they tried it standing still. "Ranma, just stand there and tell me if you do or don't like it."
So Nabiki rubbed circles over his shoulder blades, which Ranma liked. Gradually she progressed to his lower back, and finally his bottom. This last made Ranma nervous, but it was still enjoyable.
Gradually, Nabiki began to knead one of Ranma's buttocks, occasionally running her hand lower, but never quite passing between his legs. "I am a bit nervous, but it feels really really nice. I don't feel like panicking."
Nabiki smirked. "I'll say it feels nice! But I bet if we were walking along and I just did it to you, you'd flinch even if you knew it was me."
"I guess so. So what does it mean?"
"Well, if I want you to enjoy something, I need your implicit permission, or you'll regard it as an attack, even if you know better. We can eventually work on that. We also know that you're also nervous even when you give your consent. We will get you over that! We also know you've got wonderful buns, but I sort of guessed that already."
"Nabiki!" he blushed. "So what's the plan?"
Nabiki grinned. "I do things to you that you enjoy but make you nervous, until your subconscious mind associates me fondling you with pleasure instead of imminent pain. That, of course, means no touching you where someone else might clobber you. Not that I would have, anyway. Let's go over to that park bench; I want to sit in your arms."
Ranma sits as Nabiki directed on the edge of a park bench, with Nabiki sitting on his lap, with her legs dangling over the side of the bench, so that she was facing perpendicular to Ranma's direction. They wordlessly entered a hug like they had rehearsed it.
"First, you're going to tell me what things you enjoy that don't make you nervous at all."
"Well, I like hugging and kissing you. And I like watching the expression on your face when I play with your breast or stroke your legs."
The admission that it was giving her pleasure that Ranma enjoyed, caused her heart to feel like it was melting. Had she not already been so deep in love, she might have misinterpreted it to mean Ranma liked breasts. Instead, she was submerged in the knowledge that his joy was seeing him giving her pleasure. She shut him up by swamping him with a very passionate kiss.
Although he didn't flinch in any way, the kiss surprised him; after all, they were going to talk, weren't they? But within seconds he'd discarded that plan, and concentrated on kissing Nabiki.
After a few minutes, he'd regained enough wits to begin fondling Nabiki while they kissed with the hand not involved with hugging and supporting her. This assured that Nabiki wouldn't be ending the kiss anytime soon.
After a while they break off, and just hold each other in companionable silence. With the ending of the kiss, Ranma stopped fondling Nabiki's covered breast, and started lightly stroking her cheek, ears, and neck. The two of them just enjoyed the closeness of each other.
Eventually Ranma said, "I wish we could do this at home. You know I love kissing you, but what really frustrated me the last week was being unable ta just hold you like this."
"That's interesting. You missed hugging more than kissing?"
"Yeah. No body ever hugged me before."
"What about Shampoo and your mother?"
"I told ya before I can't remember my mother from before we left on that trip. Maybe she did hug me, but I can't remember it ever happening. And what Shampoo does when she grabs me isn't a hug. I don't know what it is. Call it a glomp. She may be holdin' me, but there's no warmth or caring in it. Just possessiveness and keeping me from leaving."
"Well that's one less thing for me to be jealous over."
"You're jealous of Shampoo?"
"Of course! She can do things with you in public that we have to hide. She's also prettier with that long hair and big breasts."
"She may have bigger breasts..."
"Thanks alot!"
"Let me finish! She may have bigger breasts, but I never understood why everyone insists that's a good thing. All it does is makes her a bigger target for jerks like Happosai and the guys from school. And according ta what I've read, big breasts are less sensitive, and I love the way you react when I play with yours. All she ever does is shove them in my face so I can't breathe.
"The same goes for hair. Why is longer hair better? I like the feeling of running my fingers through your hair, and playing with the back of your neck. If you had five more pounds of hair covering that, I wouldn't be able to. The short hairs at the base of your neck feel like I'm petting a rabbit's fur, all soft and snuggly."
Nabiki grinned, "Snuggly?"
"I'm not good with words. How would you describe rabbit fur?"
"Snuggly will do. I just didn't expect to hear it out of you. So you don't find Shampoo attractive?"
"You wouldn't believe me if I said she wasn't. I just said I prefer having you in my arms. And that's just based on comparing you two physically; when it comes down ta the way you act, there's no point in doing a comparison."
"I don't know. I've treated you pretty badly in the past. And she's always so affectionate."
Ranma snorted. "She's passionate, all right. First she passionately wanted to kill me. Then she passionately demands I marry her. She grabs me so I can't get away, and thinks because she's an attractive fighter, I'll follow her blindly like Mousse does. But not once did she ever try to find out what I wanted. Imagine for a second I was dumb enough to ask her on a date, like I asked you. What would the last week have been like?"
"That's easy. When you dated her for the instant Nannichuan powder, she bragged to everyone how you kissed her. You couldn't have kissed her; you'd have denied it differently when Akane and the fathers attacked you."
"Do you think she'd have been willing to go on a date with-out strings attached, like we did? Or would she try and use it against me?"
"Of course she'd use it to get her Airen."
"You see, you're more devious and intelligent than she is, but I can trust you. Ya may do things I don't like or don't want, because you aren't me, but at least you think about other people. If Shampoo had your mind, I'd probably be in China. And if you had Shampoo's morals, I'd probably be your slave. You got the best of both categories."
Nabiki nearly overbalanced Ranma by shifting into a somewhat desperate hug. Ranma just hugged her back, enjoying the feeling of being held by the girl in his lap. When she quietly barked out a curse, Ranma immediately asked what was wrong, she commented, "I just banged my elbow on the wooden back of the bench."
"Yeah, I wish we could just do this at home on softer furniture."
Nabiki smiled. "There is something we could do about that, but if anyone finds out, they'll believe we're sleeping together, even though we aren't."
"They'll believe whatever they want in any case. They always have. Besides, they're all looking for me on Mt. Terror."
"Well, if you're willing to risk your reputation, we could rent you a hotel room for the evening. That way you can sleep on a bed tonight, and before that we can spend time on real furniture. It would about double the cost of the date, but it would be much nicer. You could also get a real shower in the morning."
"Would you like that?"
"Let's see, a chance to pretend all of those idiots aren't out there; and pretend I can safely drag you off to my room to hug and kiss you. I can't imagine why that thought appeals to me."
"But why would renting a hotel room mean everyone would jump to conclusions?"
"Because one of the main reasons boys rent hotel rooms with a girl is so they can have sex! Just because we're not having sex doesn't mean they won't accuse us of it."
"But that makes no sense! There's dozens of ways we could do it without a hotel room. I have a tent and a sleeping bag for goodness sake. Or I could have dragged you to the roof of the school. If all I wanted on a date was ta get you alone then going to a hotel or the park would have been the last thing I'd do."
"Sense has nothing to do with it. We're talking about our fathers, and jealous fiancees. And they do have a point; the first time I make love, a bed would be nice. Or at least someplace romantic and moderately clean."
"So the sexy kunoichi female mud wrestling pit is right out. Got ya."
"You!" She lightly tapped Ranma on the head. "I'm just saying that the first time should be special. Something that I'll remember happily for years. And while soft clean sheets aren't essential, they would be a good start!"
"So can we rent the room for a night without ravishing each other's virtues?"
"Ranma, if neither of us had any self-control; I'd have long since tried to drag you behind a bush by now. There are alot of really nice steps we can try before we go that far. OK?"
"Then let's quit this park bench, go get my pack, and find a hotel."
"Hold on. First things first." Nabiki took advantage of her position in Ranma's lap to engulf him in a warm hug, and passionately kiss him for several minutes. "OK, now I'm willing to move."
"You don't play fair!"
When they entered the hotel room, the nervous couple walk over to the bed. It's a large queen sized bed, the kind that a married couple might possess.
While they had been planning coming here, they had no difficulty; but now the two of them were extremely nervous. The scenario they were in would have been ideal for the two of them to screw each other's brains out, if the two of them had been emotionally ready. And both of them were almost painfully aware that there was nothing preventing them from going that far.
Of course the problem was all in their heads, as they'd had plenty of opportunities they could have taken advantage of before; and they hadn't felt nervous then. They were smart enough to realize they were acting silly, and that there was no reason for them to be nervous just because they were alone in a room with a bed. Unfortunately they still couldn't bring themselves to look each other in the face for fear of having to react to what they might see.
Ranma dropped off his backpack in a spot near the door which was provided for guests with suitcases and trunks, while Nabiki walked over to a table which contained a booklet of hotel services and amenities. She picked it up and walked over to the bed. "It's silly for us to be nervous. We discussed it all before we came here." Without looking at Ranma, she flopped down on the bed, and propping herself up with her arms, pretended to be fascinated with the contents of the booklet. "Just pretend that this is just my room at home; and that you came in for something."
Ranma nodded, which Nabiki missed, and left the room. When he knocked on the door, he heard Nabiki call out "come in!" That's when he discovered the door locked behind him.
After a few seconds of struggling with the keycard, he managed to get the door unlocked, and entered the room. Ranma stared at his date, draped across the bed. Her short skirt had not fallen flat when she landed on the mattress, and the backs of her thighs were mostly exposed; if the left leg were any more uncovered, her underwear would have been visible.
Nabiki looked up from the booklet, and asked, "Hi, Ranma, what did you want?"
Ranma's eyes flashed across her supine form, before he remembered their role play, when he looked her in the eye, and said, "I came here to see you."
"Well, come over here, and sit down." she said, patting the bed next to her. She discarded the booklet as she rolled over and sat on the edge of the bed, to the left of where Ranma sat down. She had to stand up to adjust her skirt, which hadn't remained in place during the tumbling on the bed.
Before she could sit down again, Ranma directed her to sit in his lap, which necessitated using his right arm to support her back, and her arms around his neck to balance.
They drifted into a passionate kiss. Ranma's free hand caressed her cheek, while she held on to the base of his skull, and the two of them endeavored to express their feelings for each other that they had difficulty expressing with words.
Their nervousness over their surroundings had dissipated along with their awareness. Their universe had apparently contracted to an area a meter across. When one of Nabiki's hands started stroking Ranma's chest, Ranma's hand drifted from her cheek to one of her breasts, which he fondled through the cloth.
After a while, they wordlessly decided to make use of the bed, and lay down facing each other, with Nabiki lying on one of Ranma's arm allowing him to use it to stroke her back.
Eventually, with the heat of their desire slaked, Nabiki asked, "You said you had some sex education, but you've never had any classes in it in school. What did you learn?"
Ranma searched his mind for something he'd read from "The Master's Way" that he could mention without mentioning the book. "Well, you know there are some shiatsu techniques for lessening and deadening pain, right? There are also some points for causing pain that can be useful in a martial arts fight, and even if you never use them, it's a good idea to know where they are and how to counter them in case someone else knows them. There's one that doesn't really cause pain, but just magnifies whatever the victim feels. It makes the small veins in the skin widen, so wounds bleed faster.
"However, if the victim isn't feeling pain, the effects are supposed to be kinda nice. Your whole body heats up from the blood flow; it looks like you're blushing; and everything you feel becomes magnified. During the warring states period, someone discovered how to use it to question captured kunoichi."
"How'd they do it?"
"Well the kunoichi almost always were trained to resist pain of torture, but not pleasure. First the kunoichi had to be restrained, since even a minor blow would be very painful, and ruin everything. There was a whole bit on shibari and ways to prevent a victim biting her tongue. Then the captor would make her body hyper sensitive, and lick her to orgasm."
"Lick her?"
"Yep, it said that using hands or a penis ran the risk of causing a small pain which would be magnified. It said the best way was to use a tongue. It gave alot of instructions. Then when the captor got tired, he could use a clockwork device to twitch the tip of a feather across her clitoris. If she was provided with water from a damp cloth, she could undergo the torture for days!"
"That sounds like something from a hentai comic book!"
Ranma looked over the soft bed that they were lying on. As long as he made sure they didn't bang limbs together it should be safe without restraints. "Lie on your stomach."
After she had lay down, Ranma pressed the points in her sides, making Nabiki feel very warm. It heightened the feelings of arousal she had already been feeling from their necking. Ranma started by rubbing his hand in circles on her back, while he ran his fingers through the short hairs on the back of her head. Nabiki gasped at the feelings.
With her whole body on fire, she groaned when Ranma stopped, and moved down to her legs. His light touches on her calves were pleasurable, but it was the feelings of his warm breath hitting her thighs that caused her whole body to shiver.
Before undoing the shiatsu point, he blew a stream of cool air between her legs and under the skirt covering most of her thighs, causing her to moan involuntarily. "Believe me now?"
"Why'd you stop it?"
"Because it's too easy to hurt you when you're like that, and even something small that you'd hardly notice could be excruciating. That's why I made sure you couldn't move much by lying on your belly. If I wanted to continue I'd have to make sure you couldn't get hurt, or hurt yourself."
The only reason Shampoo and Ukyou aren't trying to get into Akane's panties is because she looses them so early in the struggle.
Tune in for the next episode, "Nude Prude, and the Lewd Food Brood."
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