Always Were More Than Friends

by StarLight




Pan walked into the house, knowing that Bulma and Vegita were out and Trunks was on a date. Bra was in the living room, wearing a loose fitting robe. When Pan walked into the room, Bra rose from her chair, her robe slipping slightly down her shoulders. At that moment, Pan felt so much younger than Bra, although Pan was a year older. She was seventeen years old. As Pan turned around to leave the room, Bra’s hand touched the back of her neck. 

“We are going to a bar and you dress in fighting clothes,” Bra stated.

“You’re not even dressed,” Pan shot back as she turned around. Bra had removed her robe to reveal a skin-tight dress, red and silky. And, like most of Bra’s outfits, did not reach mid-thigh. The top of the dress was sleeveless and fashioned to push up her breasts. 

“I have just the thing for you,” Bra commented as she grabbed Pan’s arm and took her into her bedroom. Bra threw a red dress at her. Pan took a good look at the dress and immediately disliked it. It looked like a slightly long shirt instead of a dress, with straps. “Come on. Try it on.” 

Pan quickly undressed and pulled the dress over her head and found she couldn’t get it to go down any further. Bra started laughing as she helped Pan get the dress half way down. Getting the dress over her hips was nearly impossible, and she did not have big hips. Once she had it in place, just a little below her hips, Bra turned her towards a full-length mirror. The dress fit like a second skin. 

“How are you suppose to sit in this?” Pan complained as she stared at herself in the mirror. A black haired, blue eyed stranger stared back. This was NOT her. As she walked towards the bed, she noticed that the dress slowly went up every time she moved. “How are you suppose to walk in this?” 

“First of all,” Bra started as she walked over to Pan, “when you sit, sit carefully,” Bra’s hands than took the sides of Pan’s dress and pulled down. “And, as for walking, don’t take big steps. Take slow, tiny steps or everyone will see your panties.” 

“I’m not wearing this,” Pan declared as Bra grabbed her purse. 

“We have no time to change. The show begins at seven and we are already late,” Bra stated. 

“Fine,” Pan mumbled as she followed Bra out of her bedroom and out of the house. 

Pan sat next to Bra in the car and tried to keep her dress down the entire time. Bra got out of the car, without having to pull her dress down, and walked straight into the bar. She watched as Bra walked through the doors without being carded and she was mildly surprised when she got through. 

Inside was nothing like what Pan had thought it would be. She thought there would be loud music, lots of people, and naked men and women dancing around on the tables. A place where she could get lost and escape Bra. What she saw startled her. Everyone was getting into groups and going into rooms. The main room, a bar, was half-empty. The bartender smiled when they walked up. Bra gave him an order and her hurried to get it. 

“What are inside the rooms?” Pan asked Bra. 

“The rooms are designed for different peoples' tastes. Each one is different,” Bra muttered as she took the drinks and slowly began to sip on it. “Follow me to our room.”

“Our room? I thought we were going to watch the main show,” Pan asked.

“The ‘main show’ is going to be in our room,” Bra informed Pan. “Drink up. Drinks are not allowed in the rooms.” 

“Now you tell me,” Pan complained as she quickly drank it. The bartender poured Pan another drink and than another. Bra had to pull her away. “What is this stuff?”

“Good, isn’t it?” Bra inquired.

“Yeah, I like it,” Pan replied. 

Pan walked behind Bra, feeling a little light-headed and very giggly. Bra smiled, so far so good. As they walked past one room, Pan tripped over the rug in front of the door and hit the control panel. The door slid open and two very startled people looked out. Both of them were dressed in Star Trek outfits, and the man had pointed ears. The woman was bent over a table; her dress pulled up to her hips. Pan noticed that the woman was tied down to the table. “Sorry” 

Bra grabbed Pan and they hurried down the hall. 

“What was that?” Pan inquired, knowing her face was bright red.

“It was a scene,” Bra said. “Let’s get to our room.” 

Pan followed Bra down the hallway and to a door. When Bra opened the door, Pan found herself staring into a peaceful nature scene. When they walked in, the doors closed, completing the scene. There were a few trees, lots of green grass, and a pond. As Pan walked over to the pond, Bra watched as Pan pushed her fingers in to the water. “It's real.” 

“Of course its real, baka,” Bra replied as she started to remove her dress. “I’m going for a swim. Care to join me?” 

“Well, I don’t…” she started as Bra walked into the water. 

“Come on in. The water is wonderful. Not too hot and not too cold,” Bra announced. Pan looked around, as if trying to find a place to hide. After a few minutes, she started to take off her dress and got it stuck. “This could only happen to you!”

“Help me get it off,” Pan insisted, realizing that her arms were trapped above her head and the dress was stuck half way up her breast. She suddenly felt Bra’s cold wet fingers pulling at the sides gently. “Get it off me.”

“Wait a minute,” Bra said softly as she moved her fingers to Pan’s breast, pushing her hand under the fabric, cupping it, as she forced the fabric over. She removed the dress and threw it on hers. Bra returned to the water. “Come on in.” 

Bra waited in the shallow side a few minutes before Pan got in. She watched as Pan made a circle around her and got in the deep end. After a few minutes, Bra swam over there. Pan turned around to face her. “I’m feeling kinda funny.” 

“It’s the wine. Come on, let’s get to the shallow end,” Bra replied as she wrapped her arms around Pan’s waist and dragged her into the shallow end. 

“I’m fine. You can let go of me now,” Pan stated. 

“Why? You don’t like the feel of my hands?” 

“It’s not that. Its just that…stop that.” Pan exclaimed as Bra’s hand traveled up to her breast. Bra ran her finger over the top of Pan’s nipple while she kept a firm hold around her waist. “Bra. What are you doing?”

“Come on. I know you like it,” Bra declared as she covered both of her nipples with her hands and nibbled at her ear. “We used to do it all the time as children.” 

“Don’t make me hurt you,” Pan warned weakly as she gave in. After all, they have been doing this for years. It didn’t make sense to stop when Bulma had found them together. They hadn’t touch each other from that day on, let alone talk about it. Besides, Pan thought as an after thought, I never did have much luck with boyfriends. 

Bra knew she had won when Pan relaxed against her. Normally, Pan was the one to fight, to be in control, and if it happened, it was because Pan wanted it. Sex was the only subject Pan wasn’t comfortable about. It was the only time when she was in control, and Bra loved the way it made her feel.

“Let’s get out of the water,” Bra said.

Pan fell on the grass and brought Bra down with her. Pan’s hair fanned around her head like a dark halo. Bra took her mouth and placed it over Pan’s nipple. She gently nipped on it, playing with it in her mouth. Slowly she moved to the other, leaving a wet trail with her tongue, tasting the water on her. As Bra slowly continued down, her tongue making strange patterns on Pan’s skin, Pan’s fingers dug into the ground. Her breathing was becoming much faster. Bra slowly pushed in a finger and then another. She slowly increased the speed. Quickly, Bra glanced at Pan’s face, who now had her eyes closed. Suddenly she stopped and Pan’s eyes snapped open. Pan didn’t like to play games, but Bra did. 

“Let’s go for a swim,” Bra announced as she lay on top of Pan. 

“Don’t you dare,” Pan warned, something in her eyes. She pushed Bra off of her and sat up, staring at her. Bra was lying on her side; her long bluish-purple hair hung in large wet clumps. She was smiling sweetly at Pan. “Don’t play games, Bra. I mean it.” 

“Or what?” Bra taunted as she slowly got up.

“Bra,” Pan slowly drawled out her name as her hands began to glow.

“Oh, so you want to play it rough do you?” Bra teased as she turned away from Pan and faced the pond. 

“Damn you,” Pan muttered as she grabbed Bra’s ankle and pulled. Bra fell face first into the grass. As she slowly sat up, she saw Pan sitting there, looking as if she was going to attack her. “Damn you, Bra. Why do you have to…” 

Bra put her mouth over Pan’s, instantly silencing her. The kiss was quick but meaningful. Pan once again found herself on bottom. Bra started on her slow tongue torture that Pan couldn’t stand for very long. Using her tongue, Bra made a wet trail down Pan’s stomach and down between her legs. Pan immediately became still. Bra had never done this to her before. Bra’s fingers ran over Pan’s thighs forcing them further apart. Pan was taking short but deep breaths, trying to calm herself. She felt Bra’s tongue dart back and forth, up and down. Her controlled breathing was beginning to turn into moans. It felt so good. As Bra began to suck, Pan quit fighting it and enjoyed the pleasure it was causing. 

Fingers soon replaced Bra’s mouth. Pan glanced at Bra, who was smiling. Bra took her fingers out of Pan and put them in her mouth, licking the juices off. 

“Where did you learn that?” Pan asked between breaths. 

“One of Master Roshi’s porn videos. He thought he gave me the video of the last reunion we had,” Bra informed her as she slow began to rock her hips against Pan’s. 

“You've got to show me that one,” Pan stated as she slowly cupped Bra’s breast with her hands, running her fingers over the nipple. As Bra began to rock faster, Pan’s hands tightened. 

Pan didn’t remember falling asleep, but it happened. She woke to find herself curled next to Bra, who was asleep. Well, she knew how to wake up Bra. Although Pan didn’t like games, she did enjoy getting payback. Slowly she put her mouth over Bra’s nipple and began to suck. Then she put two fingers into Bra’s wet hot passage. That woke Bra quickly. She began shoving her fingers in as hard as she could and bit Bra’s nipple painfully when Bra tried to sit up. 

“We don’t have time for this,” Bra insisted, already aroused.

“I know,” she said, stopping altogether. Bra closed her eyes as she sat up. Now she would want to play game, she thought as Pan threw her dress at her. “Hurry up. I want to see that video you have.”

“You’ll see it soon enough,” Bra replied as she quickly got her dress back on. 

“Since your parents are going to be home, maybe we should go over to my parents' home. Mom and Dad are out of town for a special event of some sort.” 

“My, aren’t you eager. And I practically had to drag you here,” Bra commented. “It's time to go, before they kick us out.”

Bra quickly kissed Pan before leaving their private little room. In the hall, Pan stopped so that she could put her shoes on. Her hand touched a control panel, and the door slid open. Bra started laughing and Pan’s mouth dropped open when they saw Trunks and Goten struggling to get some clothes on.


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The End

4/10/2000