Disclaimer: I don’t own Bandai, Toei or Digimon. So don’t sue. I’ve got no money anyway. This is a gift for Hirokazu Madness. Enjoy, Irene!
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Me, Myself, and Irene
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I always thought Ancient History sucked. I can’t believe I was recommended for it considering I have never been recommended for anything in school ever. It figured since I found out it was Takato, Lee, and Kenta’s doing, but the trip was worth all the homework and tests. “What did I say about putting ‘We’ve been hijacked!” signs in the plane window, Hirokazu?!”
“Um, not to do it?”
“So why did you do it?”
“I thought it was funny.”
Here I was 17, single, and haven’t done anything worthwhile in my entire life. If Rome is any good, I’m ditching my class and living there. I was so bored with life in Tokyo, and this trip was my chance to change all that. “Takato?” Takato looked up from his in-flight magazine and pushed his brunette hair back. “Yeah, Hiro?” I grabbed him by the neck. Lee jumped and twisted my wrist. “What the hell is wrong with you?!”
“It’s you guys! That’s what’s wrong!” They looked at me puzzled. “I’m on this 13-hour flight courtesy of you two morons! Bet you thought it was funny, didn’t you?” Takato smiled, trying to hold back his laughing. “Yeah.” He exploded. “We thought it was hilarious!” It used to be we were all really good friends, now they were all really good friends. I got forgotten along the way. I now had no friends, except Kenta, but he was pretty stupid to begin with, and I had never had a girlfriend, and still have no life. I hoped Italy would wield some opportunity. I sighed as I unpacked my carry-on and looked at whom we would be staying with. “Huh, her name’s Irene. She’s a girl?!” Kenta poked his head up from behind me. “Yeah, so. I’m with her, too.” The nightmare begins. Trapped with Kenta in Europe with some godforsaken Italian girl. “She’s probably with the Mafia or something that could ruin my life. This sucks.” Kenta laughed. “That’s worst-case scenario, Hiro. She’s probably just a nice girl.” I hoped so. “Attention, passengers. We are now approaching Rome and are beginning our descent. Please fasten your seatbelts as we approach the runway.” The teacher took her seat. “Now class, remember to show the most utter politeness when you meet your hosts. Especially you, Mr. Shiota.” Picked on again, this just kept going from bad to worse.
As we left the gate and entered the terminal, Kenta and I searched for the girl we’d be guests of. It was hard with all the people in the terminal. After about 15 minutes, I glimpsed a sign saying ‘Shiota, Kitagawa’ in the background. I pushed my way through the crowd. I could just picture her. She wouldn’t be pretty. The hosts never are, but she’d be real perturbed, like we weren’t good enough for her. I could just see it, but as I entered the clearing where she was, I froze. I was damn wrong.
Holding the sign was a gorgeous beautiful irresistible redheaded angel. “You must the Mafia bitch.” Kenta said nonchalantly. “And who was it that said I was a Mafia bitch?!” Even though she was very angry, her voice was like the song of birds in the break of day. “That would be Hirokazu here.” The girl, who I was guessing was Irene, smacked me hard across the face. “That’s Ms. Bitch to you, asshole.” Rubbing my sore cheek, I followed her to the baggage claim where we grabbed our stuff. “Still sore, Hirokazu?” Hell yeah! “No, it’s getting better.” She smirked and continued walking. “You got lucky then.”
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We kept walking until we reached her car. We put our stuff in the trunk and climbed in and drove off, smoke sputtering behind us. Irene, eyes on the road, eyed us courtesy of the rear view mirror. “Listen up and listen good. We’re going to be together for a week, so let’s lay down some rules. Number One: Try to keep your mouth shut unless it’s to say something intelligent. Number Two: You’re my responsibility, so don’t do ANYTHING that seems remotely wrong. Number Three: Break any of those two rules and you’re going home in a coffin. Got it?” Kenta and I gulped simultaneously. “Deal.” Irene pulled into the driveway of her house. “Any questions?” I raised my hand. “How come you’re gorgeous unlike the other hosts.” Baka! I was definitely going home without a pulse for sure. But to my surprise, she cracked a smile. “Guess I’m lucky. What about you? Why are you gorgeous unlike the other transfers?” Was she hitting on me?! “I, uh, I mean it’s just, uh…”
“Forget it. We got a whole week together. You can answer me later.” I blushed. “Okay.” We stepped out of the car and walked into the house. “My parents will be gone on business half the week so make yourselves at home!” Now I was really shocked! “Why the hell were you a bitch at the terminal to me, and now you’re treating me like your best friend?!” She walked over to me and cupped one of her soft delicate hands over my cheek. “Because it’s hard to stay mad at such a cute guy like you, even though you are somewhat of a moron.” Well, a backhanded compliment is still a compliment, I guess. “Dinner’s at 6:00. I’ll see you then.”
“Where are you going?” She swung around in surprise. “I’m going to take a shower. In case you haven’t noticed, it’s hot as an oven today.” I nodded and she walked into the bathroom. Kenta sighed. “Well, let’s get our gear unpacked.” He walked off into the other room, leaving me in the corridor. Suddenly I felt a chill and looked down. “Oh god, she’s turning me on.” My crotch was growing like a weed. “No, no, no. Please no! Not now!” It grew faster when I heard the water begin running. “Oh shit! Shit shit shit shit shit shit shit SHIT!!!” It was as if my hormones were in full control of my body because I was shakily walking to the bathroom door! “No! I can’t do this!” With a sweaty vibrating hand, I grabbed the door handle and opened it just a peek. I put my eye as close as possible to look in and saw the most beautiful thing of my life. Her.
The shower had one of those see through curtains so I could see her full form, watching her as the hot steamy water dripped down her supple breasts and past her tight pussy. Hurriedly, I pulled of my pants and boxers, clutching and stroking my cock as she washed her body down. “My God she’s beautiful.”
She continued washing herself while I jacked off for a few more minutes. The ecstasy was building and when she put her hand down to wash her sex, I orgasmed. I came with so much force I fell against the door opening it all the way. She whipped around and saw me naked from the waist down, seed pumping out of my joystick. All I could do was stare at her. “Shit.”
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“Hirokazu? What the hell?” Her face was a few shades redder than before, but not as red as mine were. “You, you were spying on me?!” I got by on my wobbly legs still in post-orgasm mode. “I..I..can..explain..” She smacked my hard. “No you can’t. I know that.” I stood there head down, too ashamed to look at her. “Look at me, Hiro-chan.” Did she just call me what I think she just called me?! I shot my head up and looked her straight in the eye. Only for a second, though, when she shifted her sight to my still hard member. “What is it? 9 inches? 10?” I blushed at the fact she was asking me my penis size. “9, actually.” She poked at it a little. “You’re quite big, you know?” I grinned. “Really?” That’s when she began stroking it. “Oh yes. Would you mind closing the door, Hiro-chan?” I blushed again and closed the door, making sure I locked it this time. “You must be hot and sweaty after that orgasm. Why don’t you take a shower with me?” That’s when I went as stiff as my dick. “With you?!” She took me by the hand and led me behind the curtain with you. “What could it hurt?” The water was still flowing as she kissed me on the lips, holding it for over a minute. She kneeled down and studied my crotch. “Let’s start with this.” Instead of grabbing the soap, she licked it with the tip of her tongue sending shivers up my spine. “Have you ever been with a naked woman before, Hirokazu?” I blushed yet again. “Only you, Irene.” She giggled. “Then I’ll make it worth your while.” She began licking my love wand again, only harder and longer. “Does it feel good?” With all the pleasure jamming my brain, what else could I say. “Fuck yeah…” She giggled again and put her whole mouth around it, sucking it hard like a straw in a milkshake. “Oh god IreneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!” I couldn’t hold back anymore and shot my cum into her mouth. She only smiled warmly and swallowed it. “Better than anything I’ve ever had before.” I was grinning like a hyena. I was this girl’s Casanova!!!
That’s when she stood up and told me to stand behind her. “Touch me, Hirokazu. Anywhere and anyway you want.” I grabbed the soap and lather my hands up. Then I went for her tits. Massaging them softly and slowly drawing rings on them with my fingers. She let out a few soft moans, so I knew I must be doing it right. I went a little further and clutched both her slippery breasts in my hands squeezing them gently. She moaned a little louder much to my delight. That’s when she grabbed my hand and led it to her slit. In a deep moan, she uttered, “Touch..me…here…” I acknowledged and rubbed the outer walls of her womanhood. She was moaning like she was dying about now and turned around, pushing my head down. “Lick…me…” I smiled and went down on here, tasting her leaking love juices. “It feels so GOOD!” She was moaning like a ghost as I stuck my tongue in and wiggled it around. “HirrrrroooooooooooooOOOOOOOOOOKKKKAZUUUUUUUU!!!” That’s when all her milky cum shot into my face covering my cheeks and forehead. She was breathing hard as she stumbled to sit down on the shower floor. “Are you okay, Irene-chan?”
“Just a little tired…will…you fuck me, Hiro-chan?” This was it. I grabbed my cock and batted it around getting it hard again. “Are you sure about this, Irene-chan?” She nodded with a big smile, still sweaty after her orgasm. I positioned my pole and took a deep breath, thrusting into her. “AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!” I shot my head up in surprise! “What’s wrong! Did I hurt you?! Oh Irene, I’m so sorry!” She kept breathing hard. “I’m…fine…Fuck…me…please…” I chuckled and started pumping in and out, building up the waves of our pleasure. I did my best to be a good fuck and kept my mind on going in and out, despite the fact my body was shaking hard. She kept moaning saying things like, “Put your sweet cum in me!” and “Yes! I’m so bad!” It was so good feeling all these emotions as we neared climax. I started moaning myself as the water kept flowing down on us. Until with one last hard pump, I screamed. Her sex clutched me and pulled me in, grabbing all the semen it could while Irene was smiling yelling, “Yes! Yes! YES!!!” It must have been too much for us, because we both passed out afterwards.
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When I came to, Irene was by the mirror putting her clothes back on. I gathered my strength and stumbled out of the tub. She turned to me, brushing my soft vibrant red hair. “Remember in the car when I asked you why you’re gorgeous and why all the other transfers aren’t?” I put my boxers and shirt on. “Yeah, and I got an answer now. The reason is because you deserve the best and that’s what you got.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Perfect answer.”