A Lesson To Be Taught
Bulma watched as Gohan squirmed in the chair across from her. Even she had to admit that her office was a bit too formal for a friendly chat.
“Gohan lets go into my private room shall we, it’s not like you’re here for business,” Bulma stated.
Gohan followed Bulma into a room off the side of her office. It was a clean room painted a dark red. There were couches in the middle of the room and a bar off to the far side of the room. The couches faced towards a window which looked out over the Capsule Corp. grounds. Bulma made herself comfortable on one of the leather couches.
She noticed that Gohan had visibly relaxed as he sat on the same couch as her. He still looked nervous but more relaxed in the informal space.
“So what is it that you wanted to talk about?” Bulma asked.
“Well,” Gohan muttered, “I can’t really talk to mum about this; she’s a little bit prudent in this area and well dads in the next dimension. Piccolo’s no good, he’s asexual. So I thought it might be best to come to you and-“
“Gohan, you don’t need to be embarrassed about whatever it is.”
Gohan swallowed the lump in his throat.
“Videl. She, um, she says that, um, that she, um.”
Bulma sighed. Poor Gohan had been out of the city all his life and didn’t know how to deal with girls. She knew Chi-chi had been way over protective and that even Goku was useless when it came to women. She vaguely heard Gohan stutter about his problem as she mulled over Gohan’s lack of knowledge of women. It seemed to be a common trend with the Saiyan men, all strength but very useless when it came to women, although admittedly quick learners.
Gohan realised that Bulma had gone off into her own little world. He sighed in defeat, it seemed like no one was going to be able to help him. He knew Bulma should be able to help him, she was beautiful and he remembered Yamcha often complaining of guys chasing after her.
“Well what exactly is it that you wish to know? It’s easy to say I’m unsure of how to handle girls but you obviously can talk to them,” Bulma asked leaning back into the couch.
Gohan noticed the low cut of Bulma’s dress and tried to focus else where in the room.
“Well I’m not sure. I haven’t taken her out yet but I’m not sure what I’m meant to do on any dates, the first or the last?” Gohan replied.
Bulma smiled, finally they were getting somewhere.
“Well first dates are easy; it’s just holding hands and a few kisses.”
Gohan blushed instantly at the thought of kissing a girl. Bulma caught a glimpse of this and smirked.
“Why Gohan don’t tell me you’ve never kissed a girl? Bulma asked coyly.
Gohan looked away unable to bring himself to look Bulma in the eye.
“Well if you need to practice just ask.”
Gohan shot a look at Bulma only to see her smile at him seductively. This proved he’d heard correctly, very correctly. Gohan wasn’t dumb, years of having books crammed down his throat by his mum made sure of this. Every book had stated that the best way to learn was not only to practice but learn from someone with experience. His dad and Piccolo had taught him everything to learn about fighting.
Gohan mulled over the idea in his head, he had once had a crush on Bulma when they went to Namek but that was years ago. Vegeta was Bulma’s husband now and he hadn’t given her another thought.
“What about Vegeta?” Gohan inquired.
“He’s out in space with Trunks. He wanted to train him on some planet in a near by galaxy, something about Goten being an interruption if I remember correctly.”
Gohan nodded. Bulma slid closer to where Gohan sat.
“He doesn’t have to know,” Bulma stated as she leaned in towards Gohan.
Gohan didn’t pull away. Bulma captured Gohan lips, gently brushing them with her own. She tenderly closed in again this time letting her tongue slide into Gohan’s mouth. Gohan was unsure of what to do, he let Bulma show him and then he copied. He enjoyed the taste of the kiss and the tenderness Bulma approached him with. He thought back to the couple who were kissing in front of his locker the other day, how not only their lips were in action but their hands were touching too. He slipped his hands onto her back and pulled her close.
Bulma pressed herself up against Gohan and laced her arms around his neck. She let one hand move up into Gohan’s thick hair, interlocking her fingers between clumps of black hair. The other hand floated down to his back.
Gohan broke the kiss off and looked deep into Bulma’s eyes. Bulma stared back at him waiting for a hint to continue. Her heart was pounding deep within her chest.
Gohan’s left hand floated to Bulma’s side where it was met by one of Bulma’s. Bulma gave Gohan a wicked smirked and grabbed his hand and moved it onto her breast. She ran his fingers over the material to the hem where she traced his fingers along her milky flesh. Gohan watched this intently, absorbing the sensations that were running through his hand and up his arms.
He reached for the dress’s zip with his free hand and with a swift pull dragged it open. Bulma’s eyes lit up at this act rewarding Gohan with a kiss. Bulma leaned back onto the couch pulling Gohan down on top of her. Gohan pulled the straps of the dress down Bulma’s form releasing two well rounded breasts into the open. He stared at the milky forms before. Bulma watched as his eyes roamed the sight before him. She smiled at him lovingly; excited that for once she was able to teach the young warrior some handy life skills.
Bulma reached up and pulled Gohan down towards her exposed frontage and immediately his lips latched onto a nipple. He gently sucked sending delightful sensations through Bulma’s body. Bulma ran her hands through Gohan’s thick locks pressing him lightly towards her. Gohan felt Bulma arch underneath him as he gentle kissed and bit down on the nipple below him. His hands were wandering Bulma’s body, taking in every crevice and arch. He could hear Bulma moan as he switched to the neglected nipple.
Bulma reached for Gohan’s shirt hem and pulled it up over his head. Gohan broke off his contact with Bulma’s nipple to let her remove the offending shirt but later found himself below Bulma. Bulma looked down at the young man below her letting her gaze roam over his body. She dipped down to his collar bone teasingly kissing it. She began to leave butterfly kisses down towards his belly. Gohan sharply inhaled as the fresh air made contact with the moist spots left by Bulma’s kisses. He heard the sound of his fly being undone and felt his pants and boxers being pulled down. He lifted his hips off the couch to assist Bulma in her actions, part of him anxious to see what would happen next.
Bulma took in the sight of Gohan’s erection and smirked at the idea of taking him into her mouth. Wondering if Gohan even knew or had heard of a blow job before?
Gohan just about shot up in surprise when he felt Bulma’s moist lips around the top of his cock. Bulma held his stomach down to the couch hoping he’d get the idea to lay back and enjoy this new sensation. Guessing that he’d figured out to just lye back and enjoy she began slowly running her tongue down along his length. Hearing a sharp inhale and a slight rise of his hips Bulma continued with her slow teasing. She then started kissing his cock at the base and working her way up to the tip. She let herself take him fully into her mouth and tenderly suck on his shaft. Gohan groaned at the bliss he was feeling.
“I don’t think I can take this,” Gohan whispered more to himself than Bulma.
Bulma looked up at his face and smirked. She gingerly pulled herself away from his erection and crawled back up to take Gohan’s lips with hers.
Gohan grabbed the bottom of Bulma’s dress and pulled it up over her head. He went to remove her panties but discovered that there weren’t any.
“I don’t bother with them,” Bulma cockily whispered.
Gohan pulled Bulma back in for another kiss, crushing her lips with his.
Bulma straddled herself above Gohan and then slid down onto him. Gohan sucked in another deep breathe as more new sensations raked his body. He drew Bulma towards him for another kiss.
Bulma slowly started to build a rhythm up as she moved up and down Gohan’s shaft. She knew Gohan wouldn’t last much longer but she didn’t care. She positioned Gohan’s hands on her breast again and encouraged him to gently squeeze them. Gohan felt Bulma start to increase her pace, sending a rush of pleasure through his body. He felt drunk with lust and he gripped Bulma’s hips and started to pull her down harder on him. His hips rose to meet Bulma as she moved down on him, bringing Gohan closer to climax with each thrust.
Bulma dipped in for one last kiss as she felt Gohan slam her down onto him. Gohan groaned into the kiss as he felt himself cum inside of her. The release was overwhelming and he pulled Bulma into his chest.
He realised that both of them were sweating and that he was surprisingly exhausted from his lesson. He felt Bulma’s gaze upon him and he looked at her with a smile. He brushed a few stray strands of her hair out of her face and mouthed a thankyou. Bulma’s eyes lit up and a brilliant smile caressed her face.
Just as Gohan was about to say something Bulma’s phone rang. She reached over and hit the loud speaker signalling to Gohan to be quiet.
“Yes?” Bulma answered.
“Bulma, is Gohan still there? He said he was going to Capsule Corp. after school but I thought he might be home by now,” Chi-chi’s voice echoed through the room.
“Yeah he’s still here,” Bulma admitted, “I’ll send he home straight away.”
“Thank you Bulma. Tell him if he’s any later than 6pm there’ll be hell to pay.”
With that Chi-chi hung up.
Bulma looked at the clock on the wall and then at Gohan.
“If you’re gonna get home on time you’ll have to leave now,” she said giving him her best smile.
“What time is it?” he asked.
“6:45.”
“Shit.”
Bulma moved off top of Gohan and watched he fiddled about as he tried to quickly dress himself.
“Thanks Bulma,” he said rather awkwardly.
“No problems Gohan.”
Gohan burst pout of the tiny room leaving Bulma sitting naked perched up on the arm of the couch. Bulma smiled as she watched Gohan rush to get home, rather amused at what had just happened and how things had ended.