Ranma 1/2: Lonely at Heart
Rough Draft of a Lemonfic 
by Michael Chen

My first, and hopefully my last lemon for a long time.  This is a
quickie, so there are no chapters.

Disclaimer.  This is not a log of what I've done with my
girlfriend. (Who by the way is older than me :) )  In fact, for
the record, I'm 100% virgin.  This story is not for people who
dislike porn or the thought of sex.  If you know that you are
going to be sickened by my story, then don't read.  

This draft was written to fulfill a bet from a friend.  As of now, I'm
glad to say that I have enough money to buy a couple new tapes. 
(He bet that I wouldn't dare write a nasty porno story. :) ) 
Anyhow, I'm happy to say that this is one story that I'm not
going to continue.



    Nodoka Saotome was a lonely woman, a woman isolated from her
family for some time.  She had never seen her son or her husband
for over a decade, despite the fact they seemed to have taken up
residence at the Tendo Dojo.  Not that she was bitter that they
never seemed to have time for her.

    "I'm sorry Mrs. Saotome, but Ranma and Genma went out of a
training trip as usual.  Those two never seem to have anytime for
anything else except for martial arts."  Kasumi smiled as she
backed to allow Nodoka into the house.

    Kasumi turned around and called out.  "Mrs. Saotome is here
for a visit!"  As soon as Kasumi finished calling out, there was
splash coming from the backyard.

    "Auntie Saotome!"  In a second, a thoroughly soaked Ranko
came running up.  "So what are you doing here?"  Ranko paused to
wring the excess water out of her hair.  "I'm sorry, but my dumb-
ass panda decided to throw me into the pond, so I kicked it's
ass."

    "Ranko!  Watch your language.  It's not right for a girl to
speak like that."  Nodoka shook her head reprovingly at Ranko,
who didn't seem to cherish being called a girl.

    Kasumi was an efficient hostess, and she had managed to
produce a steaming pot of tea.  "Why don't you have a seat in the
living room?  Want some tea?  I think Father is here, and you can
ask him about Ranma."

    "Why thank you Kasumi, I never know how you manage to pull
that off."  Nodoka still had to wonder how Kasumi managed to get
a pot of tea without going to the kitchen.

    Soun sat nervously, staring at Ranko and the panda, both were
giving him a cold stare as if ready to pounce on his mistakes. 
"Well, Nodoka.  It seems that Ranko, no I mean Ranma, and his
father went out.  Um, I'm pretty sure it was a training trip. 
Somewhere very, very far away."  Soun laughed uncontrollably as
he felt two pairs of eyes burn holes straight through him.

    Nodoka looked at Soun and she noticed that nervous twitch he
seemed to get when he was lying.  She decided not to accuse him
of speaking falsehoods.  "Well, that's nice Soun.  And by any
chance do you know when they'll be back?"

    Soun gulped as he tried to think.  "Well, if I remember it, I
think Genma said that they will be back in a couple days.  Yeah,
a couple days."  Ranko slapped her forehead.  'Mr. Tendo couldn't
keep this secret even if his life depended on it.'  And
surprisingly enough, it seemed that Nodoka entirely accepted his
words.

    "Is that so?  Then perhaps I can stay here and surprise both
of them when they come home?"  Nodoka sounded hopeful and willing
to wait.  Soun turned pale white as he tried a different tact.

    "Oh, excuse me.  Did I say a couple days?  I really meant a
couple weeks.  How silly of me!"  Soun broke into laughter, while
Nodoka half-smiled.  Deep within her mind, she was breaking down. 
'It is true.  My husband doesn't want to see me, and he's keeping
my son away from him.  There is no question about it.'

    Somehow, Nodoka couldn't eliminate that feeling of rejection,
and the rest of the time she spent at the Tendo Dojo wasn't quite
enjoyable as usual.  She truly did envy the Tendos.  They had
managed to settle in the semblance of a family while, she had
none.

    Deep down inside she dreaded the possibility that her family
was rejecting her for some twisted reason.  "Auntie Saotome?" 
Nodoka snapped out of her thoughts to see the concerned face of
Ranko.  "Are you ok?  You seemed to be bugged out about
something."

    Nodoka had to smile at Ranko.  Even though she was a
sometimes insensitive, uncouth girl, she still had redeeming
qualities.  "It's nothing Ranko.  Just thinking about my family." 
Ranko frowned slightly.

    "You miss them, don't you?"  Nodoka nodded.

    "Yes, very much."  Nodoka turned away from Ranko.

    "Don't worry.  I'm sure you'll see them soon."  Ranko offered
a cheerful smile, which immediately turned into a grimace.

    "Ranko!  I tried to bake some cake.  Want to have some?" 
Akane's voice, which drowned out Kasumi's exclamation of surprise
at the messed up kitchen.

    Ranko stood up and stuck out her tongue at her cousin.  "Over
my dead body!  If you could just understand the fact that your
cooking is toxic, then maybe I wouldn't have to drink a bottle of
that pink stuff every day!"

    Akane marched angrily out of the kitchen, wearing her apron,
her hair speckled with a weird color of batter, and a smoking
heap of baked something that didn't have a resemblance to food at
all.  "Ranko!  Don't make me forcefeed you!"

    Ranko's face paled, and she ran.  "Ranko, understand this!  I
used a thousand yen worth of food coloring to make this batter
look right!  You'd better eat up!"  Ranko ran even faster right
into her panda and she fell down dazed.  Akane caught up to Ranko
and shoved a small chunk of cake into Ranko's mouth.

    With struggle, Ranko managed to swallow the small bite of
Akane's cooking, and she keeled over onto the floor without a
sound.  Akane looked at Ranko shaking on the floor, and then
looked at the panda.  "Maybe you can tell me what's wrong?" 
Akane grabbed a heaping spoonful and shoved it into the panda's
mouth.

    The effect repeated itself with the panda collapsed on the
floor next to Ranko, both shaking.  Akane felt that she needed
yet another opinion, and as she turned around, she could hear the
sounds of the front door closing.  "Too bad, everyone else went
out for a walk."

* * *

    Ranko rinsed her mouth with water for the eighth time.  Ranko
looked up at Akane.  "Akane you, know.  This time your cooking's
getting better."  Akane seemed surprised, as she looked hopefully
at Ranko.  "This time, I was only unconscious for 4 hours.  I
think I might manage to have some dinner, this time."

    Akane felt her rage get the better of her, and she jumped
onto Ranko.  "Ranma!  You moron!  Stop making fun of my cooking,
at least Ryoga doesn't complain.  Heck!  Even Kuno doesn't
complain!"  Akane grabbed Ranko's head and threatened to punch
her.

    Nodoka was first into the room.  "Ranma?  Where is Ranma?"

    Akane looked at Ranko's limp body and laughed nervously. 
"Excuse me, did I say Ranma?  I meant Ranko."

    Nodoka finally noticed Ranko.  "Oh dear, Akane, you shouldn't
get rough with your cousin like that.  It's so unwomanly."

    Akane dropped Ranko's head onto the floor.  "I'm so sorry
Mrs. Saotome, but sometimes, I just can't stand Ranko.  She just
likes to complain about my cooking."

    Then, as if perfectly orchestrated, there was the sound of
the doorbell and Kasumi answering the door.  Seconds later,
Kasumi walked into the living room.  "Ranko, your friends are
here."

    Ranko stirred, and was quite angered when Akane didn't get
off her.  "Get off me, please."  With a minimal effort, Ranko
managed to extract herself.  "Well, I'm going out with my
friends.  Be back later."  Ranko grabbed her jacket, which was
definitely a bit larger than her, and she was out the door.

    
    Nodoka quickly walked to the door and watched Ranko as she
departed with a couple of her friends.  "She's a real tomboy,
right Akane?  She just acts like one of the boys."  Nodoka shook
her head as she heard Ranko joking with her friends much like a
boy as they walked off.

    "Yeah, sometimes I can't tell the difference."  Akane
muttered as she stormed towards the kitchen, presumably to clean
up the mess that resulted from her supreme effort to cook.  "That
insensitive clod."  Nodoka seemed quite surprised.

    "Well, you can't blame Ranko.  She's just not in touch with
her feminine side that's all."  Nodoka looked out the door as
Ranko and friends, apparently all men walked off.  "It's not her
fault that her mouth likes to go off once in awhile.  Besides, it
isn't right to be a bad example for your cousin."

    Nodoka looked around, and finally noticed that the house had
become rather quiet.  'I guess I'll just leave.  There is nothing
here for me, and besides, Ranma and Genma won't come home if I
stay here.'  Without disrupting the others, Nodoka quietly left
the house and departed from the house.  Noting the time, she
realized that she still had enough time to stop by a friend's
house for some tea.

* * *

    Hiroshi handed Ranko a steaming pot, and in moments, a wet
Ranma was standing there.  "So Ranma, happy to leave the house
before Akane tried to feed you?"

    Ranma shrugged his shoulders, as he looked down at his soaked
clothing.  "It's not that.  I just couldn't stand seeing my
mother so sad.  It just really sucks.  Why did my father have to
make that stupid promise!"

    Daisuke smirked.  "Well, when you think about it.  It really
isn't your fault about the curse.  It's all your father's fault,
and since he was the one who made the promise, you could put all
of the blame on to him..."

    "Yeah, well, I'm not like that."  Ranma growled as he stared
down Daisuke.  If there was one thing that Ranma couldn't do, it
was to break a promise to his mother.  "I promised that I would
die, and if my mother says so, then I'll die."

    Hiroshi punched Ranma in the shoulder.  "Well, Mr. Hotshot,
why are you delaying the inevitable?  Trying to prevent your
mother from making the decision?  Well, if you take my opinion,
from what you tell me, your Mom loves you so much that she
wouldn't make you do seppuku."

    Daisuke chimed in as the threesome walked to the arcade. 
"Yeah, besides, this is the late twentieth century, you don't
hear parents making their kids kill themselves.  It's inhumane."

    "Maybe you're right.  I should kick my father's ass one of
these days, tie him up, and present him to my mother."  Ranma
muttered thoughtfully.  "And when my mother finds out about our
curse, then we'll be dead the next day."  Ranma decided to quit
with his sarcasm.  "My mother has a very high idea of honor.  She
wouldn't forget to make my father fulfill his promise."

    Hiroshi winked at Daisuke.  "Well, I just think you're
scared."  The keyword that Hiroshi had used was scared.  He had
even taken the liberty to emphasize the word scared.

    Ranma's male pride immediately took control.  "Me?  Scared? 
I'd laugh when I see the day when I'm scared."  

    "Sure Ranma, then why are you avoiding your mother."  That
blow struck home as Ranma immediately was taken over by his ego.

    "Me?  Scared?  OF course not!  I'd stop by my home, no
problem!"  Ranma spoke out loud as he jaunted onwards.

    "Yeah right," muttered his friends.

* * *

    "Ah, Nodoka!  How nice of you to drop by."  Her friend
gestured her to join the other women who had gathered to
socialize.  "Come, come, join us."  Nodoka hugged her friend
before settling down into a chair.  "Do you want some tea?"

    Nodoka shook her head.  "I just came by from the Tendos. 
Seems that I've missed Ranma and Genma, again.  Kaori, I just
don't know why it never works out right."  Nodoka gripped the
armrests of the chair as she spoke.

    Her friend nodded as she settled down next to Nodoka. 
"Nodoka, don't you agree, men are such pigs sometimes.  I mean,
your husband left you for some ten years taking away your kid. 
It's almost like being divorced."  The two other women who had
gathered in that room nodded in consent.

    "Why if my husband treated me like that, I'd leave him." 
There were murmurs of consent to the woman who had voiced her
opinion.

    Kaori rested her arm on Nodoka's shoulder.  "Face it dear, if
your husband hasn't seen you for ten years, and whenever you try
to go see him, he's not there.  There's got to be a reason." 
Nodoka seemed quite confused as she listened.  "He's probably
cheating on you."

    "Genma?  Cheating on me?  But how can that be?  I try my best
to be a good wife for him."  Nodoka didn't like the idea of Genma
cheating on her.  She had always thought that he at least had
some shred of decency within him, barring the fact that he could
be easily bribed with food.

    "You have to think."  Nodoka's friend seemed a bit
exasperated.  "Remember?  You bribed him with some food to get
him to dump his other girlfriend?  And he had been going steady
with her for five years."  She pointed out.

    All of the other female friends nodded.  Kaori rested her
hand on Nodoka's shoulder.  "You have to stop living in a false
reality.  You're still 34, which means you've got a long way to
go.  I think it's time you tried to find someone else, someone
who will be more than willing to be more faithful than Genma."

    Everyone else nodded in consent.  "Yeah, Nodoka, you deserve
better.  Not some overeating slob who doesn't have a decent
living and practically married you for your money."

    Nodoka walked home slowly, carefully thinking over what her
friends had told her, and as she thought and thought, she found
herself agreeing with her friends, something that she didn't want
to do.

* * *

    "Hey Ranma, I nailed your ass to the wall!"  Hiroshi grinned
as the three friends walked home.  "Ranma, I can't believe it. 
You're a martial artist, and you can't play a round of a video
game without getting your butt totally kicked."

    Ranma growled, as he usually didn't like to admit defeat. 
"Well, since playing video games isn't useful for my interests, I
haven't practiced."  Ranma's other friends snickered.

    "Yeah right Ranma, I bet if you hooked you up with an old
video game, you'd be dead in seconds."  Ranma frowned with such
intensity that he was beginning to scare his friends.

    "Whatever, I'm a martial artist, and until there is a School
of Martial Arts Video Game Playing, I'm not going to learn how to
play video games."  Ranma looked at the darkness that had settled
over Nerima.  "Well, it's late, and it looks as if I have to
sneak back home.  See you tomorrow."

    Deciding to make it back home as quick as possible, Ranma
decided to run.

    Nodoka frowned as she stared at the darkness that had
enveloped her street.  It seemed that the street lamps hadn't
been turned on, so she walked as slowly as possible not to knock
over anything.  Fortunately, the sky was clear that night,
allowing the moon to give the environs a strange unearthly glow.

    Then suddenly out of nowhere a dark shadow raced towards her
and knocked her to the ground.

---------LEMON BELOW-----------  (Well not quite, but the space
in between this and the  "LEMON ENDED" is where I intend to put
the one sex scene allocated to this fanfic.  (Well I might have
more, just that as I'm typing this story, I intend to limit the
porn.)

    Ranma grumbled silently as he felt himself crash into another
person, and after struggling around a little, he had managed to
stand up.  With a sigh, he shook the other person.  "I'm so
sorry.  It was stupid of me to be running around."  Then Ranma
realized who he had just plowed over.  "Oh, mother."

    Ranma felt the world beginning to implode on him, and trying
not to jostle his mother around, he easily placed her on his back
and carried her to the Saotome home.  It was fortunate that as
Ranko, Nodoka had taken him to their home, so Ranma knew the way.

    Barely struggling with his mother on his back, he reached
over, opened the gate, and entered the yard.  It was hard work in
the darkness, as he knew that there was a small pond in the front
yard that he wanted to avoid at all costs.  For what seemed like
hours in almost perfect darkness, Ranma finally made his way to
the door, which was conveniently locked.

    "Oh shit."  Ranma carefully placed his mother on the floor
and he carefully patted her body to find the key.  Ranma closed
his eyes, a task which made no difference as he played a strange
game of touch and feel.  He had to marvel in the fact that his
mother had an impressive build, making himself feel like some
pervert, feeling up his own mother.

    Finally he found the key, and in seconds was fiddling around
with the lock in the darkness.  Just about when Ranma was going
to consider kicking in the door, the lock finally clicked, and
they were in.

    Making sure to kick off his shoes at the door and to take off
his mother's shoes as well, Ranma crossed the threshold to
Nodoka's home with his mother slung over his shoulder.  The first
thing Ranma did was to turn on the lights, and his eyes which
were quite adjusted to the darkness were greeted with the painful
light.

    He stood still to allow his eyes to reacclimate to the light,
and then he walked to the master bedroom, where he carefully
placed his mother on the bed, and pulling up a chair he watched
her.  'I'll wait until she wakes up, and then I'll leave.'  he
planned as he watched his mother slowly breath.

    But rarely did Ranma's plans ever work, and pretty soon, he
too was asleep in the chair.

* * *

    Nodoka glanced at the strange young man who was seated next
to her bed, as if he had been maintaining a vigil just for her. 
She reached over and shook the boy awake, and she found it
amusing when he seemed afraid of her.  "Mrs. Saotome!"  He
shouted as he jerked up from his rather strange sleeping
position.

    "Hello there.  Were you the one who brought me home?"  Nodoka
rubbed her head as the last thing she remembered was being pushed
to the ground before going unconscious.  Almost immediately, a
shameful look surfaced on the boy's face.

    "I'm so sorry, Mrs. Saotome.  I was running, and I didn't see
you.  I take full resposibility."  Ranma bowed quickly.  'Ok
Ranma, just kill the talk and get out of here as quickly as
possible.'

    Nodoka had to admit that this boy did have a sense of
manners.  "Well, young man, I forgive you.  May I ask you, what
is your name?"  And another question surfaced in her mind.  "And
how did you know where I live?  I don't think I've ever seen you
before."

    Ranma froze as he knew that he couldn't just say that his
name was "Ranma."  All of his talk about not fearing his mother
dissolved as all he could think was his mother standing above him
with her katana drawn, ready to decapitate him as soon as he
carved out his entrails.

    Ranma stuttered for a few moments as he finally thought to
make up a first name.  Unfortunately, the first name that he
could think up of was his friend's name.  "I'm Hiroshi."  Ranma
groaned to himself.  'Why couldn't I picked a more reasonable
name?'

    Amazing enough, Nodoka didn't complain or point out
"Hiroshi's" uncanny resemblance to Ranko.  Nodoka stared at Ranma
as she reiterated her second question.  "So how did you manage to
learn where I live?"

    Considering how nervous Ranma was and how shortcircuited his
mind was, he just couldn't think up of a coherent reason.  "Well,
it's just like this."  He paused as he tried a different tact. 
"Well, I don't know, but it's pretty embarrassing."  Ranma's mind
screamed.  'You stupid idiot, say something reasonable.'

    He tried again.  "Well, it's a strange story."  Ranma's
entire face turned flush as he couldn't think of a reason.

    Nodoka looked at Ranma strangely enough.  "Well, never mind. 
I was just worried that you might be some stalker or something. 
You seem like a nice boy, and I can't thank you enough for
bringing me home.  Ranma simply nodded.

    "Perhaps you would like some tea?  Or something to calm down? 
You look as if you are going to burst."  Nodoka gave the boy a
concerned look, as she felt it would be wrong not to be nice to
the person who had brought her home.  "Just wait here, I'll be
back with some tea."  Nodoka left the room.

    When Ranma could hear his mother walk into the kitchen and
turn on the tap, his mind shouted.  'Ok Ranma, time to go now!' 
However, Ranma seemed paralyzed.  He was just unable to move, as
the combination of fear and nervousness had locked his muscles,
and every second he sat there, the window of freedom gradually
closed.

    Nodoka stood looking at the kettle of hot water boiling on
the stove, staring at the steam, with a lot of thoughts streaming
through her mind.  Somehow that blow to the head had just made
her thoughts a little muddled.  First of all, the dreaded reality
about her family.  There simply was none.  Secondly, the young
man who was seated in her room, who was just too kind and rather
nervous.

    Nodoka shook her head as she tried to think of a common theme
to all of the seemingly unconnected thoughts.  As the kettle
whistled, complaining that its task was finished, Nodoka sat in
the kitchen, not paying attention, her mind trying to piece
together the puzzle in her mind.  'Well, he did blush when I
asked him why he bothered to help me.'

    However, another part of Nodoka's mind answered back. 
'Regardless of what you have suffered, you must be a proper
housewife.'

    And just as quickly, another part of her mind, one that had
been suppressed for far too long surfaced.  'But, what family do
you have?  Your family has rejected you.  There is a young man
who seems to care for you.  Take advantage of the situation.'

    Nodoka shook her head as she tried to banish the thoughts
from her head, but there was no way she could.  Ten years without
anyone to call her family was just too long, and with a new
purpose, Nodoka grabbed the half-empty pot of hot water.  She
resolved to toss off the shackles of her gradually degrading
loyalty to Genma.

    As Nodoka walked up the stairs, she was almost talking to
herself.  "I've been alone too long.  Time to start checking for
a man."  Nodoka barely heard any noise coming from her room. 
'Might as well start with him.'

* * *

    Ranma carefully stood up quietly and tried to make his way to
the door, when Nodoka suddenly appeared there, blocking the only
possible exist.  "Won't you stay for some tea?"  Nodoka indicated
to the tray that she had in her hands.  "Why don't you sit down?"

    Ranma finally had recovered from some of his shock. 
"Actually, no need to trouble yourself.  I should be going.  My
parents don't like it when I come home late."

    Nodoka sat on the bed, and crossed her legs in such a manner
that Ranma thought he could see the slightest hint of white
panty.  "Please stay.  It gets lonely, especially when my family
practically abandoned me."

    Almost immediately on que, Ranma felt his stomach wrap itself
around his heart as guilt started to rip his innards apart. 
"Really, it would mean a lot to me."  Nodoka placed her hand on
Ranma's leg.  Ranma barely nodded.

    Nodoka smiled.  "Ok then.  If you won't mind, I'll take a
bath now."  Ranma shook his head.

* * *

    Nodoka had to smile at her simple plan.  She simply intended
to play with Hiroshi a little until he had to have simply
succumbed to her charms.  She remembered when she was a lot
younger, she had managed to be the source of much strife among
many men.

    As she had planned, Nodoka made sure that there was not a
single towel in the bathroom as she walked in and disrobed.

   
    Ranma paced nervously back and forth as he tried to think
about this highly strange situation.  "What the hell is mother
trying to do?"  Ranma almost felt a pain rip through his gut. 
"Whatever she's feeling, it's all my fault.  Why can't I have the
guts just to face her so she doesn't need to wait?"

    Nodoka carefully rinsed herself before stepping into the tub. 
Carefully as she sat in the tub, she planned her strategy.

    "I mean, why should Father and I hide all the time?  And
besides, she's a great person.  I doubt she'd make me commit
seppuku.  But then again, I don't know."  Ranma grumbled as he
tried to think of a way out of his promise that would leave him
with an intact head and a stomach.

    Nodoka stood up and shouted.  "I'm sorry, Hiroshi, but I
seemed to have forgot a towel.  Could you please get me one?"

    Ranma heard his mother loud and clear, and he practically
swore.  "Oh, fuck.  This keeps on getting worse and worse." 
Searching the house frantically, he finally found a towel of
suitable size and he made his way to the bathroom based on sound.

    Closing his eyes, he opened the door, and shoved the towel
in.  Nodoka looked at Ranma, impressed that he still tried his
best to be a gentleman.  "I'm sorry Ranma, but I got water in my
eyes.  I can't really see anything right now.  Could you please
hand the towel to me?"

    'Ok Ranma, this is going to far.  There is no way that you
are going to open your eyes.  It's wrong.'  Nodoka repeated. 
"Please?  Could you give me the towel?  I don't want to get
cold."

    Ranma prayed as he opened his eyes and scanned the room
quickly.  He immediately found his mother standing right in front
of the tub, her eyes closed, her normally pure white skin a
little reddish from the hot water.  It took Ranma a ton of
willpower not to stand there and stare.

    "I'm sorry."  Ranma practically slapped the towel into his
mother's hand and he turned to run.

    But running on a wet tiled floor is not a good idea, and
Ranma felt his feet slip on the slippery tile.  He landed on his
hands on the floor, and pushed himself up.  "Oh my.  Are you
alright?" 

    He felt slender arms wrap around his waist, passing
dangerously close to the forbidden areas and pull him up.  Ranma
went stiff as Nodoka was a bit close to him.  He could feel her
warm, perfect breasts, not too big and not too small, pushing
into his back.  He could feel the two nipples hardening into his
back.

    Ranma didn't know what to do, except that it was a good time
for him to leave.  Carefully working his way free of Nodoka, he
turned around, allowing her forearm to brush his groin area. 
Ranma could feel a certain automatic response as his pants
suddenly became tight.

    He tried to maintain an element of rationality.  "You know
what, Mrs. Saotome.  I think it was about time that I went home. 
It's just past midnight, and it's pretty late now."

    Nodoka took a step towards Ranma, and he suddenly felt
intimidated.  He was just not prepared for this situation.  "I am
aware of that."  Nodoka looked at Ranma, and was satisfied that
at least she was still attractive enough to arouse a younger man. 
"I'm just asking you to be a little more loose.  It's not right
to be that tense."

    Gradually, Nodoka was able to work Ranma back to the bedroom,
pretty soon Ranma found out that there was no more room for him
to back away.  He looked furiously for an exit, and found none. 
Instead his eyes landed on the katana that Nodoka was reaching
for with her hand.

    "Never mind this, I just want to make sure this doesn't get
in my way."  Nodoka tossed the katana and pushed Ranma onto the
bed practically in one motion.  She settled next to him, still
wearing her towel, but making sure that enough flesh was exposed
to make sure Ranma was going to pay attention.

   Nodoka's hand immediately seeked Ranma's hardening penis, and
she began to stroke it through Ranma's pants and boxers.  Ranma
pushed away her hand.  "Aren't you married?"

   She didn't respond, as she pulled Ranma's pants and boxers
down in one smooth motion.  "Please don't remind me.  I really
like you."  This time her hand touched Ranma directly and he
practically recoiled.  Nodoka seemed surprised that the young man
was trying to avoid her sexual advances.

   "Why aren't you accepting me?  Am I doing something wrong?" 
Nodoka seemed a little hurt at Ranma's blatant rejection of her.  

   "I don't think this is right."  Ranma leaned over to pull up
his pants as he thought this was high time that he left.  Nodoka
allowed her towel to fall off, snatched Ranma's hands, and used
them to carress her body.  Ranma immediately felt his hormones
surge as he watched his hands touching that warm body.

    She directed Ranma's hands over her chest, down her smooth
stomach, and down to the place between her knees.  She made Ranma
focus on a particular area that stimulated her most, and pretty
soon, Ranma could feel an oily secretion on his finger tips.

    But Ranma's sense of decency wasn't to be conquered, as he
tried to pull away, but it was too late.  Nodoka bent down, and
took Ranma's stiff member into her mouth.  Almost immediately he
moaned as he felt her warmth surrounding his penis, teasing it. 
Her tongue rapidly darted back and forth in her mouth, bathing
the tip in saliva and massaging it.

    Ranma's resistance crumbled under her assault, and pretty
soon he was moaning as pleasure radiated from his groin
throughout his entire body.  He arched his back and felt his hips
desire to move, but could not as she was pressing down on his
hips.

    Slowly, he could feel a pressure and a tingling build up, and
in an instant, he felt the pent up load give way to such a
rapture that he had never felt before.  He moaned as he fell back
onto the bed, breathless.

    Nodoka crawled up so she was face to face with Ranma, and she
kissed him forcing her tongue into his mouth.  By now, Ranma's
rationality was completely overridden by his instinct as his
hands carressed her body, slowly not missing an inch.  "How does
that feel?"  She asked as she stared at Ranma, who still hadn't
quite caught his breath.  He could only nod.  "Well it's now your
turn to do the work."

    Taking his hand, Nodoka placed it at the nexus between her
legs, and after guiding his hands, she let go as he slowly got
the hang of pleasuring a woman.

    Ranma carefully stroked, focusing on the lips, playing with
her.  Having no idea what to do, he tentatively stuck his finger
within Nodoka.  The invasion of his finger was a surprise to her,
as indicated by her sudden pause in breathing.  Ranma stoked her
for awhile fascinated with the changes that were coming over
Nodoka.

    Carefully he pulled out his finger, and in the dim light, he
could see a glistening sheen on it.  Nodoka seemed quite
surprised with his lack of attention.  And she looked at Ranma,
wondering why he had stopped.  Almost visually, he felt her
ordering her to continue, and this time he leaned forwards and
brought his mouth close, trying to emulate what she had done
earlier.

    Nodoka seemed surprised as she felt Ranma carefully lick her,
and closing her eyes, she basked in the attention that Ranma
offered her.  And just as she felt the familiar contractions
about to come, she stopped Ranma and pulled him onto her to kiss.

    Both engaged in a sensual kiss, as Nodoka could almost taste
herself on Ranma's lips, and as Ranma rested on top of her, she
felt a long hard part of him pressing into her groin.  Snaking
her hand down, she gripped the member and pushed it into her.


    Ranma immediately froze as he felt himself sliding into her,
and he threw caution to the wind as he felt his instincts telling
him what to do.  He jerked forwards, not smoothing, but
adequately for one who had never had sex.

    It was enough for Nodoka, who was already on the brink of
climax, and that single thrust was all that she needed to crash
over the precipice into body wracking pleasure.  Ranma felt her
gripping him tightly, making it hard to pump, but strangely
enough, it was more stimulating than the oral sex that he had
experienced.

    Nodoka felt Ranma pumping away, completely oblivious to the
fact that she was climaxing and his continual application of
sensations proved to enhance the moment.  He continued to pump,
ignoring the loud moaning that escaped her lips.  He savored the
perfect compliment his body formed with hers.  He thrusted away
slowly yet again working towards ejaculation.

    Then without warning, Ranma collapsed onto Nodoka, somewhat
tired as he felt a now familiar jerk in his lower regions.  She
also came moments later, as she felt Ranma bury himself deeply
within her.

* * *

---------------------END of LEMON!----------------- (Now that
wasn't so bad for the first time I decided to write b.s. about a
sexual experience. :)  Anyhow, I didn't know what happened.  This
was originally planned as a Nodoka-Soun type of thing.  I'd never
thought of the Ranma-Nodoka combo.  It seemed to have developed
somewhere in the first two pages of this story... )

    Nodoka sighed as she was awakened by the sunlight streaming
in through the window, and groaning she rolled over to find that
her companion had left.  She sat up straight, and looked around,
but a hastily written note was left on the night table.  With
complete disregard for her nudity, she rolled over, grabbed the
slip of paper, and held it up to the sunlight.

    She thought to herself.  'Maybe I was a little too aggressive
yesterday.'  The letter from Ranma seemed to be a rather
longwinded, and poorly written apology about his misconduct.

    Meanwhile, back at the Tendo Dojo, Ranma tried his best to
sneak into the house without arousing suspicions.  Instead, he
had the fortune of walking straight into Akane and Nabiki.  Akane
eyed Ranma strangely.  "So Ranma, where were you last night? 
Having a lot of fun?"

    Akane and Nabiki became interested as Ranma started to turn a
nice shade of white and green.  He seemed to gestured as if he
felt sick, and in seconds he managed to find his way into the
bathroom.

    Akane and Nabiki leaned against the door as they heard the
shower turn on.  Nabiki shrugged her shoulders.  "Maybe he has a
cleaning complex or something."

    Back in the bathroom, Ranma mounted the shower head, and with
a bar of soap, he began to vigorously scrub every square inch of
his body.  He rubbed himself until his entire body seemed pinkish
in hue, as if he was trying to remove a part of himself. 
Pausing, he checked every inch of his body, to see if anything
remained of his incestuous activities last night.

* * *

    Ranma was finally back in school, completely cleaned off,
except for the fact that he felt that he wasn't clean enough.  He
had remembered the previous night with enough clarity that he was
on edge the entire day.  Whenever his friends bumped into him, or
Akane speak to him, he'd practically freak out before calming
himself down.

    Guilt was tearing away at Ranma as the day progressed that it
was beginning to get to the others.  Akane looked over her
shoulder at Ranma as they supposedly walked home together. 
Nabiki was taking a look at Ranma as well.  "Hey Nabiki, what do
you think is eating away at Ranma?"

    "I wouldn't know, but it definitely is something big.  I hear
that Kuno actually managed to land a couple shots on Ranma today
before he got punted into orbit."  Akane nodded in agreement
since she had seen the even with her very own eyes.  It was a
sight that she had never even thought possible.

    "Do you think it is possible for you to find out?"  Akane
whispered as she looked at Ranma walk straight into a tree.  He
hadn't been looking at where he was going.  No, he had been
staring at the floor as if the entire world was pressing down on
him.

    Nabiki smiled knowingly.  "Hey, if there is dirt to find,
I'll find it."

* * *

    Ranma just had this awful feeling as he walked home.  Every
few steps or so, he'd turn around to quickly check as if someone
else was following him.  In fact, Nabiki, who was tailing him,
was nearly caught by Ranma's paranoid behavior.  Nabiki ducked
behind a corner with a big grin on her face.  She just knew that
Ranma was feeling extremely guilty.

    Ranma sighed as he tried to make his way home with minimal
problem.  But he heard a voice behind him that made his blood run
cold.  "Hiroshi?  What are you doing here?"

    Ranma turned around, and just realized that he had just
passed her house on the way home.  Not that it was out of the
way, but in fact, it was on the shortest route from school to
home.

    Nabiki, who was staring from behind a group of people, was
surprised when Nodoka walked up to Ranma, and spoke to him
directly.  'This is getting interesting.'

    Ranma resisted the impulse to slap himself and run.  Instead,
he stood rooted the spot as she gripped his hand.  "I don't
know."

    "You wanted to see me?  Didn't you?"  Nodoka smiled as she
dragged Ranma into her home.

    Nabiki got her camera ready as she waited for something to
happen.  But contrary to her beliefs, nothing happened.  No one
leaved the house and the entire street was as peaceful as ever. 
With a slight frown, Nabiki weilded her camera as she carefully
approached the house in such a way not to attract attention to
herself.

    She carefully peered in through the windows around the house,
finding nothing unusual until she reached the last window.  She
simply dropped her camera.

End, somewhat.

I got really tired of writing.  Period.  Geesh, lemons are such a
bore to write.  I mean, practically most of the phrases and
sentences I've used must have been used in some other lemon fic. 
The plot's pretty stupid and nonexistant.  In short, I think I'll
stick with rated PG fanfics.