Suddenly Late One Night

Suddenly Late One Night

A Final Fantasy VIII Fan Fic

By Bubblegom

Chapter Seven

FF VIII characters and locations are owned by SquareSoft.

NC-17 for sexual content. Enter at your own risk.

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When we got back to the Ragnarok, Selphie informed me that we needed to travel to Dollet next; she had been instructed to collect an outstanding debt owed the Garden – from the training mission assignment, I surmised. I was down with that idea, I really wanted to see Dollet.

Once we had acquired airspace, Selphie asked if I had behaved myself. I assured her I had, if you considered laying the waitress good behavior. The look on her face was priceless.

“What in the world are you talking about?” she demanded.

I proceeded to tell her of my latest sexual escapade. When I had finished, Selphie laughed and said, “You are incorrigible, you do know that don’t you?”

“Yep,” I agreed and laughed.

We landed safely and walked down the long sloping road into Dollet. The first thing I noticed that, unlike in the game, the streets were teeming with cars and pedestrians. Of course that made complete sense. Dollet was a large city, there would have to be more activity in it than was evident in the game.

We entered the city proper and Selphie explained, “I can’t take you with me because you’re not cleared by their security. I’ll met you back at the hotel at four o’clock. I want to get back to Garden in time for dinner.”

“Okay,” I said.

“And behave yourself,” Selphie admonished me.

“Oh, I will,” I assured her.

“Yep, yep, I know you will,” she replied, with a wink and a smile.

And then the winsome female SeeD quickly disappeared up a side street. It was a warm beautiful day and I decided to take a stroll around the city. I walked down to the pub and noticed the young woman, who was always waiting for her boyfriend. I realized that in my current game, I hadn’t as of yet reunited them. What a lucky break, I thought.

I wandered over to her and, after establishing eye contact with her, I smiled. When she returned my smile, I said, merely in a way to initiate conversation, “Nice day isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is,” she answered.

The young woman was quite attractive with an oval face, blue eyes, and a button nose. She was wearing a red dress with an embroidered top. Over it, she was attired in an open black jacket and was wearing brown boots. She gave her light brown hair a nervous flip as I introduced myself.

“Pleased to meet you,” the young woman said. “My name is Sheila.

I shook her hand in acknowledgement and asked, “Are you waiting for someone?”

Her pretty face wrinkled in disgust. “Yes, as a matter of fact I am,” the young woman answered. “I had a date, but he’s more than an hour late.”

“Amazing that anyone would stand up someone as lovely as you,” I responded.

Sheila offered a timid smile in return. I know it wasn’t much of a line, but it was the best I could do. “Well, I was wondering if you’d like to go for a walk on the beach?” I asked.

“Yeah, why not?” she said. “It will serve him right.”

Placing her small hand in mine, we walked over to the beach area. I was surprised to note that there was no one else present on the beach, but I supposed it had something to do with being in the early afternoon on a weekday. Unlike Balamb, Dollet did not strike me much as being a tourist town.

We walked down towards the end of the beach, talking as we went. Sheila questioned me extensively regarding the Garden, which thankfully because of my esoteric knowledge concerning the game I was able to answer. Finally I said, “Enough about me, what do you do?”

“I attend a small business college here in Dollet, but what I would really like to do is to become a writer,” the young woman said.

“Oh, that’s great!” I exclaimed.

Sheila’s pretty face let up in happiness at my enthusiasm. “Do you really think so?” she asked.

“Most definitely,” I answered.

The sharp wind off the water had strengthened considerably over the past few minutes, which had caused the air to grow rather chill, despite the warm sunlight. Sheila shivered and instinctively moved a couple of steps closer to me. I wrapped my arms around her in a warm hug. Her slim-figured, five foot, eight inch body fit perfectly in my embrace.

“You are so beautiful,” I murmured.

She returned my embrace, her body melted into mine. I kissed her fast and hard. Her lips tasted sweet as honey to me and she opened her mouth wider, returning my kisses. I ran my hands lightly up and down her lithe body, encased by the light fabric of her red dress.

“Oh,” she said in a whisper, “that feels so good. It’s been so long, my boyfriend is so shy.”

I hoisted her red dress up to her waist and then pulled her sheer white panties down to her feet. Sheila carefully stepped out of them. I straightened and the young woman clutched me and said, “Take me now,” her voice husky.

I helped her to lay on the sandy beach; Sheila pulled her dress up to her waist and bent her knees, spreading her legs wide open. Her brown pubic haired pussy glistened in invitation. Dropping my trousers to the beach, I fell upon her with a groan. Sheila reached under me and guided my prick into her.

God, it felt so good. She was so tight that each stroke was ecstasy. I’ve never been able to fully comprehend the lure and mystery of sexuality. In one sense, it appears so simple – just insert A into B. And yet, it is almost mystical to me, it’s the ultimate joining with another human being.

I hunched over her, smoothly thrusting into her at a steady pace. Softly moaning all the while, Sheila gripped me fiercely. Suddenly her breathing quickened significantly and I realized she was close. I thrusted ever harder and quicker and immediately felt her body beneath me grow taut with tension and then spasm several times.


“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped in rapid succession.

While Sheila lay writhing, I shot my orgasm into her in several powerful streams.

“Oh Sheila,” I said.

There was no aftermath of cuddling as we both realized that someone could be spying on us. Luckily that wasn’t the case, as the beach had remained deserted. We adjusted our clothing and then walked, hand in hand, back across the beach silently, our passion spent. We reached the far end of the street that the pub lay on. In the distance, Sheila’s date stood in front of the tavern, anxiously looking around.

“I’d better go on alone from here,” the young woman said.

We stopped walking and Sheila spoke again, “Thanks, you were great.”

“You too,” I said and smiled.

She smiled in return and then offered a quick kiss on my cheek. I stood and watched Sheila walk up the street and reunite with her boyfriend. After a few minutes of conversation, they entered the pub. It was only then that I followed her up the street. Upon reaching the pub, I decided to go in and take a look around.

I entered the establishment and immediately noticed the person in the game, who Squall had successfully identified as being a man masquerading as a woman. From here on out, I will refer to this person as she, because after all politeness counts and it’s what she would have preferred.

I walked over to her and introduced myself. “And you are?” I asked.

“Alexis,” she answered in a sultry voice. “Charmed, I’m sure.”

She was very attractive with sculpted high cheeks, large brown eyes under carefully plucked eye brows, a classic nose and sensuous, although large, lips. Medium length curly blonde hair framed her face, which surely was the product of exquisitely performed plastic surgery.

Alex was also fashionably attired in a long green dress with a gold chain belt hung loosely around her waist. Her rather long neck was decorated with a red ribbon.

“Buy you a drink?” I asked.

“Why certainly,” Alexis answered, fluttering her artificially long eye lashes at me. “I’m drinking ‘Shumi Vodka’ martinis.”

When I paid for her drink, I made a large production out of pulling out all my Gil, realizing she would go for it like a fish for a worm. Sure enough, Alexis began to study me with greater intent.

“I take it you’re new around here?” she asked.

“Yep, brand new,” I agreed, nodding.

She broke into a large smile and cooed, “I’d love to show you around town.”

“Okay,” I said happily.

Once we were on the street, Alexis questioned, “Have you ever heard about the wondrous old ornate architecture in the Hotel Dollet?”

When I answered in the negative, she gushed, “Oh, we must start there. Come on!” Alexis exclaimed and, grabbing me by the hand, literally pulled me up the street.

We entered the large cavern like lobby of the hotel and Alexis pointed out several interesting details of the elaborate façade. Finally she said, “I would like to have shown you one of the rooms, but I guess it would be too much to expect them to let us look at a room for free.”

“No problem, I’ll just rent us a room,” I replied.

“What a wonderful idea!” Alexis exclaimed. “Why didn’t I think of that?”

‘Yes, why indeed?’ I thought ironically. She hadn’t a clue as to how transparent her motives were to me. I stepped to the counter and rented a room. The hotel clerk didn’t appear to be at all surprised over our lack of luggage; quite possibly they were used to Alexis dropping by for some afternoon delight.

Key in my hand, we walked up the staircase to the second floor. If you’re reading this, I’m certain you have played the game and already know what the hotel rooms in Dollet look like, so I won’t waste your time or mine with offering a detailed description of the room.

We entered the room and I decided the time for subtlety had passed; plus I was anxious to discover if the hint of an awesome bosom lying beneath her green dress was totally fallacious or had some basis in reality. As Alexis walked around the room pointing out esoteric aspects of the décor, I silently removed all my clothing.

“You’re awfully quiet,” Alexis said, turning to me. “Oh my, someone has certainly gotten right to the point,” she said, avidly checking out every nuance of my bare body. My penis had remained flaccid because stripping down in front of another man was not exactly a major turn on for me, to say the least.

I stepped around Alexis and pulled the zipper on her dress down past her waist to where the crack of her ass was completely visible. Alexis removed her belt and allowed the dress to fall wispily to the floor. Taking her gently by the shoulders, I turned Alexis slowly until she was fully facing me.

She did indeed have breasts, from the looks of them they were the best money could buy – 36D at least. I realized then she was a true transsexual rather than a transvestite, and had obviously been receiving female hormonal treatment. Alex stood only attired in a pair of very abbreviated panties. If you looked closely enough, you could faintly see the outline of where she had hidden her candy. Beneath the somewhat sheer material of her panties, a small clothed pouch of some sort was visible. I strongly suspected that if her panties were removed the pouch would still remain magically affixed somehow.

“Very, very beautiful,” I said.

Alexis blushed prettily, although I assumed she was panicking because the situation was rapidly spiraling out of her control. I imagined that she had become involved in the past in some ugly scenes with men, who were either less discriminating than me or more gullible. I wrapped my arms around her in a loving embrace.

“Why don’t we take this to the bed?” I said.

“I thought you’d never ask,” Alexis replied and giggled.

She gracefully lay down on the bed and I knelt beside her.

“Turn over,” I said roughly.

Appearing somewhat bewildered, Alexis did as ordered. I ripped her panties from her body. Her ass was perfect, she must have had some work done there too. I had remained totally flaccid.

“I need some lubricant,” I said tersely.

“There’s some in my purse, reach it to me please,” Alexis answered.

I realized she didn’t want to stand and fully expose herself to me at this point of the proceedings for fear in her mind that I would discover her secret. Alexis had dropped her bag when she had removed her dress. I reached out with my arm and snagged the bag and passed it to her.

Opening her purse, Alexis pulled out a tube of ‘Shumi JY Jelly’ and handed it to me. ‘JY Jelly? What’s up with that?’ I thought, amused. I lathered up my hand and prick liberally with the lubricant and then began to pull on my now lengthening shaft, while staring at her beautiful ass. I was at full mast in no time.

I spread Alexis’ legs as widely apart as possible and pushed the head of my prick against her asshole. Even with all of the JY jelly I had on it, I had to thrust extremely hard to become fully lodged in her rectum. It was so incredibly tight.

I plunged in and out of her almost violently. “Oh my God! Oh my God!” Alexis screamed over and over.

It felt so damn good it was only several more thrusts before I shot my massive orgasm of cum into her. A moment later I withdrew. I patted gently on her ass and said, “You were great. Excuse me for a moment.”

I stood up and retired to the bathroom to perform some necessary absolutions. When I returned, I discovered Alexis had fallen asleep. I completely dressed and then scooped up her green dress on my way through the room. I imagined what her hysterical reaction would be when she awakened to discover that the only attire left to her to wear from the hotel would be her tiny pubic pouch.

Alexis will realize then she got fucked twice today, I thought gleefully as I quietly pulled the door shut behind me when I left the room.