“Time keeps on slipping…” –Steve Miller (1976)

“Pyrrha, I know I’m not the coolest guy, or the toughest, or the smartest, or the funniest, or the uh…Sorry I kind of forgot where I was going with this.” Pyrrha gives Jaune a smile and a short but encouraging laugh. He takes a breath and refocuses his confidence. “I guess what I’m asking is, do you think we could maybe do stuff together? I mean not like the stuff we do now. Stuff like hanging out alone, or maybe getting lunch, or something.”

“That sounds lovely, Jaune. I’d love to.” Jaune feels a skip in his heartbeat, but the nervous lump in his throat hasn’t seen fit to pass.

“Okay. Cool. Just so we’re clear you understand what I mean by that, right?”

“You just asked me out, and I said yes because I would love to go out with you, Jaune.”

Jaune feels the lump slowly dissolve, but it is now replaced by a feeling of both joy and dread. The ballroom around them slowly comes back into reality. The room is dimly light in a soothing blue with the help of the moonlight as well as the specially made chandeliers overhead. The walls are stoic and draped in luxurious blue and white cloth, accentuated by the gentle candles at the center of each table. The other students and staff dance in gracious, concentric circles to the slow, almost heavenly music. Those who have elected to remain off of the dance floor have either decided to do so for lack of confidence or distaste of rhythmic motions.

“Are you serious? I mean are you sure?” Jaune is in utter disbelief, part of him tempted to pinch his own face to be sure this isn’t some cruel dream summoned by the desires of his admittedly active subconscious.

“Jaune, I spent three hours getting ready for this dance. This dress cost more than a small vehicle. I haven’t eaten anything so you wouldn’t see me, and we’ve been slow dancing together so long my feet are starting to hurt a little. Did you think I was doing all that because I wanted so I could turn you down?”

Jaune thinks back on the night they’ve spent together. In hindsight that all seems obvious, sure, but he never would have presumed she would go through it all for him before now. His face fills to a light pink, and he smiles at Pyrrha. She smiles back, and the two of them cease their twirling.

“Come on. Let’s go somewhere more private.” Pyrrha squeezes Jaune’s hand and begins leading him off of the dance floor. He tries to make a remark, but the sudden nature of this decision has him off guard. On the way out, Jaune notices a familiar face sitting at one of the tables. Velvet, he believes her name is. As he passes by, she seems quite upset about something, but he doesn’t have time to think about what it might be.

The air outside hits Jaune like a slap in the face. It’s so brisk compared to the crowded ballroom that he actually feels a slight chill run down his back as Pyrrha hastily tugs him away from the party. The two make their way down the stone paved walkways and around back to their dorms. At first Jaune is nervous, thinking Pyrrha intends to head back to their room. Despite his zealous attitude, he isn’t ready for what would likely happen there. To his relief, Pyrrha instead decides to lead him up to the rooftop. They emerge from the staircase and onto the open roof. Pyrrha finally slows down and releases Jaune from her grip. He takes a moment to look up at the sky and behold the bright, shining moon. A full moon, in fact. If he were a more clever man, he might find it poetic. When he turns back to Pyrrha, he sees her removing her gloves and setting them aside on one of the air conditioning units. She then sashays over to him, shaking her hips so obviously that Jaune honestly finds it a little more humorous than arousing. When she reaches him, she takes one of his hands in both of hers and raises it up to his cheek. She nestles it a little, closing her eyes to better enjoy the warmth of his skin.

“I never told you how handsome you look tonight, did I?” Pyrrha opens her eyes slightly, looking into Jaune’s with such dreamlike satisfaction that he feels his body fight the cold night with a sudden and temporary surge of heat. He swallows some saliva and tries to think of a retort.

“Y-you too.” He mentally slaps himself, but Pyrrha seems to get a kick out of it. “I mean, you look really beautiful. I honestly don’t know if I deserve-“ Jaune is cut off as Pyrrha raises a finger and taps his lips. He takes another breath to calm himself.

“I don’t want to hear you say that anymore. You’ve been working hard to improve, and I know you’ll only get better from now on. I’m proud of you. What you really deserve is to be happy.” Jaune feels a little confidence coming on, and decides to take advantage of it. He steps forward, using his free hand to gently grasp Pyrrha’s firm, voluptuous hip.

“Being with you right now makes me happier than anything else I can think of.” Both parties are shocked by the perceived smoothness of this line. Pyrrha’s face gains a deep red hue, filling Jaune with a burst of pride and confidence. He smiles, and unbeknownst to him, Pyrrha feels her heart begin pumping nearly twice as fast. She returns the smile and pulls herself up against Jaune’s chest. He embraces her, and the two of them stand together, bathing in their combined warmth for a This lasts until Pyrrha can take the wait no longer.

In her mind, Jaune has always been a project. Until recently, that’s all he was. This changed a few weeks ago when she realized how far he’d come in just under a year of intense training. She had begun to see him as less of a protégé and more of a man. Part of this was against her will, but he was the closest friend she had now, and it seemed to make sense to her that she had begun to feel closer and closer to him. And even then, things didn’t get really hard to handle until after a particularly grueling workout, Jaune ripped off his jacket, accidentally taking his shirt with it. The brief few moments before he covered himself in shame changed her thoughts on him. The broadness of him, the soft look of his skin, and the increasingly pleasing cut of his body from her regimen all hit her at once. She smiled to his face, and bit her lip behind his back.

One night, as she showered, her mind wandered to the thought of Jaune, who also had to utilize the single bathroom in their dorm room. She pictured him stripping down, stepping into the stall, and letting hot, steamy water run down his body. She bit her lip again as she pictured him washing himself slowly, and her hand moved from her hair to her shoulder. She pictured him scrubbing his chest, and her hand slide slowly down to her right breast. She kneaded it slowly, pretending to wash it but knowing deep down what she was doing. She teased the nipple a little and let out a slight sigh. She pictured him moving down to his stomach, and her hand followed, only traveling a bit further south. She ran her middle finger across her slit gently and bit her lip.

Finally she saw the best part in her mind. Jaune’s manhood, standing proud beneath the warm torrent of water. She could feel herself getting wet, as well as her insides beginning to hunger for something. Pyrrha let her finger probe its way into her lips, and travel up to find her small silk bud. She tended it with love as she imagined Jaune’s naked form emerging from the shower stall. He exited the bathroom without covering himself, and sees her on her bed. She too, would be nude, and her body would already be quivering. She would stand and approach him, and they’d embrace as Jaune leaned down to lock mouths with her. She’d then raise her right leg up for Jaune to grab and lift over his hip. Then, slowly, she’d take his member in hand and ever so carefully let herself-

This thought, along with Pyrrha’s impending climax were interrupted by Nora banging on the door. Apparently she had been too greedy, and gotten lost edging herself for so long the water had run cold and the others were getting worried. She toweled off and exited the bathroom, but vowed to let her feelings be known.

Back in the current time, Jaune is surprised to find Pyrrha’s hand pulling off his clip-on tie and tossing it aside. She then begins to unbutton his shirt, biting her lips in anticipation of her soon to be reward for her self control these past weeks.

“Uh, P-Pyrrha? Aren’t we going a little too fast?” The words are awkward coming out of his mouth. It’s not as if he truly wants to stop here, but his upbringing and accursed sense of morality compel him to make sure everything happening now is really consensual and acceptable. Pyrrha does stop, however. She looks up into his slightly confused eyes and reels herself back in. To comfort him, she forces a gentle smile, and hides her building desire.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.” Pyrrha feels herself growing wet now, as well as the familiar sense of clenching and craving within her lower stomach. She fights it back, putting her concern before her lust.

“It’s not that. I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’d really like to keep going, but I just don’t want you to force yourself for my sake.” Jaune rubs the back of his head and looks away, slightly embarrassed. He doesn’t see the sly smile cut across Pyrrha’s face. Suddenly he feels her hand slip under his jaw and turn his face back to hers. Before he can react, she pulls his head down and touches her lips to his. Her tongue forces its way into his mouth and begins bullying his, wrestling it passionately. He feels himself grow warmer, and stiffer as Pyrrha rips the last few buttons from his shirt with one strong tug. Pyrrha slides her free hand, the one not clutching his hair and forcing him to remain bent down to meet her, and slides it into Jaune’s open shirt. She rubs his firm torso, spending extra time on his chest.

Finally she pulls away, panting as a small trail of spit snaps between their mouths. Jaune’s face is red as a cherry, and his pants are feeling two sizes too small. Pyrrha smiles again.

“I want it, Jaune. Do you want me?” With that, Pyrrha slides the shoulder strap of her dress down, revealing her supple skin to Jaune. Jaune’s eyes go wide, and Pyrrha finally feels as if she has sufficiently broken him.

“Yes.” Jaune comes in for a bite of her exposed neck, hoping to taste her sweet skin, but as he gently clamps down he finds nothing. He looks up and sees Pyrrha slowly backing away, smiling with her hands behind her back.

“If you do, then work for it.” Pyrrha steps up onto the ledge of the roof, letting her hair and dress dance in the night breeze. She sees the wild look in Jaune’s eye and feels something wet dribble down her thigh, just a little. Jaune begins trotting over to her, but just before he is within spitting distance, Pyrrha lets herself fall backward and off of the roof. She flips backward in midair, and then hits the ground with the grace of a cat. She looks up to see Jaune briefly contemplate his next move, noting the look of stubborn indecision as he leaps down after her.

The chase is on as Pyrrha takes long, graceful leaps backward and Jaune desperately pursues. She works from memory and instinct, leading Jaune into a small grove of trees a little off of the main walkway from the dorms to the labs. She ducks behind a tree, than leaps up onto a branch overhead. This spot will be sufficiently dark.

Jaune enters, huffing and puffing as he searches for Pyrrha. She bites her lip as he looks around every tree, confused but determined. Finally, he stops, closes his eyes, and seems to feel around him with his mind. It’s just as she taught him. He turns and looks up, spotting her just in time to prepare himself for the impact of her landing on top of him. Both of them hit the ground, and Jaune looks up to see Pyrrha straddling him. His chest still heaves a bit, and so does hers. The trees block the light of the moon, and the grass beneath them is almost as soft as any bed. He begins to feel his manhood swell again.

Pyrrha leans down and kisses his neck, then him. He grabs her hips, sending a shock up her spine as they meet tongues again. When Pyrrha pulls away again, she looks Jaune dead in the eye and rips the leg of her dress so as to allow her more freedom of movement, as well as allow Jaune a view of her red, lace underwear. Pyrrha feels his member begin to twitch under her, and can’t help but grind on him a bit.

She closes her eyes and sighs as she slides herself along his hardening shaft. Her wetness has reached near maximum levels, and every moment they aren’t coupled together begins to become painful as she squeezes down on nothing. Jaune enjoys the view, helping Pyrrha by using his own strength to slide her back and forth and hasten the movement of her hips.

Pyrrha slides her other strap down now, and slowly reveals her full, ample breasts to Jaune. He continues to twitch beneath her. She opens her eyes with the same dreamlike pleasure as before, and notices his eyes going wide as he watches her breasts sway with the motion of her lower body.

“Pay close attention Jaune. I’m going to teach you something new, something just as important as what we cover in training.” Jaune swallows, and nods. “There are several primary erogenous zones on a woman’s body, and mine is no exception. The first, and most prominent, are the breasts.” Pyrrha takes on of Jaune’s hands from her hips, still sliding herself along his length, and places it on her left breast. She feels the warmth of his hand and nearly moans, but holds it back for Jaune’s sake. “Be firm, but gentle. Pay special attention to the area around the nipple, and the nipple itself.”

Jaune begins softly kneading Pyrrha’s breast, occasionally using his thumb to rub her erect nipple and a few times softly pinching and rolling it. Pyrrha does moan now, boosting Jaune’s confidence, and causing him to be a bit rougher. This repeats until Pyrrha moves his other hand to her remaining breast, and begins moaning wildly as he plays with both. She nearly loses her cool, but stops Jaune just short and moves on.

She lifts herself off of Jaune and walks on her knees, stepping back to admire her work. Jaune’s slacks are completely soaked, and his cock still rages against its prison. She gently sets her bottom down in the grass and instructs Jaune to sit up. She lets him watch as she spreads her creamy legs and reveals her wet panties to him, lifting her dress to give him a good view.

“Next we’ll learn about the parts of a woman. Come closer and see, it’s dark.” Jaune gets down on his stomach and crawls over, hypnotized by what he sees. Pyrrha bites her knuckle as he comes close enough for her to feel his warm breath on her damp folds. “You can take them off when you’re ready.”

Jaune swallows hard, and reaches out with both hands. He gently grasps the waistband between his thumbs and index fingers, and Pyrrha raises her hips to let him slides her panties first up her thighs, then down her legs until they merely dangle from her ankle.

“Oh, man.” Jaune whispers as he beholds Pyrrha’s natural form. It glistens in the light, and Pyrrha feels electricity run up and down her back as he observes her.

“It’s okay Jaune. You can touch it and look at it all you like. Just be gentle it’s sensi-TIVE!” Pyrrha throws her head back and cover her mouth as Jaune begins exploring her. He first runs his fingertips gently along her inner thighs, and then spreads them wider to see her wet pussy.

He uses his thumbs to separate the lips and take a look at the soft, pink inner workings. He sees a small opening, which seems to twitch slightly when he blows on it softly. He also sees something pink that looks like a pearl half covered in skin. He lifts the skin gently, and observes Pyrrha’s reaction. She moans through her hand, and her legs go a little wild. His theories prove true; he has discovered the clitoris. He gets a little closer and rubs it with his thumb, listening to Pyrrha’s moans and gasps. Feeling cocky, he leans in and ever so gently licks it with the tip of his tongue. Pyrrha loses strength in her arm and falls into the grass. Her hand, which had just been supporting her weight, now shoots down to grab the back of Jaune’s head. She clutches at his blond hair as she stifles moans with her other hand. Jaune begins licking her clit, gently but quickly. He watches her legs spread then squeeze then spread then squeeze down on him. Finally he stops, and moves down to the small opening, which seems to be dripping with some clear liquid. He licks that too, and notes the satisfying flavor before running his tongue around it in tight, firm circles.

Pyrrha arches her back and bites down on her hand. She hadn’t anticipated this at all, but no way was she going to stop him. She feels something building inside her, and pushes Jaune into her crotch even harder as her back instinctively arches to coax in the cock that should be there. She nearly pulls the hair out of Jaune’s scalp as she climaxes silently, and then slowly comes down. She releases Jaune and sits back up, watching as he wiped his mouth on his sleeve. Pyrrha can’t help but laugh.

“That was excellent Jaune.” She speaks through long breaths. “Top marks. I think it’s time for your reward.” ‘And mine’ she thinks to herself. She pushes Jaune back into the grass. He lays there, eager and yet somehow still innocent looking. Pyrrha reaches down and undoes his belt, then his fly, and finally slides everything down to his knees. She gets a good, long look at his manhood as it stands at attention proudly, undeterred by the cold air.

“Next lesson: Always properly lubricate for safety and pleasure.” Jaune lifts his head up to ask what she means, and is just in time to see Pyrrha letting a small stream of her own saliva drip down onto his member, coating the tip. She then licks her lips, and begins taking him into her mouth. First, she merely toys with the tip, wrapping her lips around it and flicking it with her tongue. Then as Jaune begins to moan in response, she lowers her head down further and further, until he is fully enveloped in her. She has a very difficult time with it, but the look of desperation on Jaune’s face makes it worth the struggle.

She pulls the length of him out of her mouth and licks her lips, admiring her work. Jaune is now slick and ready for use. She crawls forward and sits down on his member again, this time with no pesky cloth to keep them apart. She slides herself along his length a little more, just to tease him, and of course it works. Finally, she raises her hips, takes his cock in hand, positions herself, and slowly begins lowering her hips back down. She feels the head penetrate, already stretching her out a bit, and groans as the entirety of Jaune’s thickness and length fill her. Finger don’t compare to this, and despite some initial pain, she can already feel a deep sense of satisfaction as Jaune grabs her hips and begins trying to force himself deeper into her.

“Shh. Let me show you how it’s done first, and then you can start.” Pyrrha places a finger on Jaune’s lips, silencing him, and begins grinding her hips back and forth on Jaune’s cock. She feels him moving about inside her; penetrating so deep she can almost feel him in her stomach. She tries to coax him a little deeper, but can’t seem to get a good angle.

Jaune is content to allow Pyrrha to forcefully grind his pelvis into powder and watch her breasts sway. That is, until he sees the pained expression on her face. He wonders if there really is any way to improve it for her, but can only think of one simple idea. He squeezes down on her hips, and using all the strength in his arms, lifts her up just slightly. She is surprised by the sudden show of force, and even more surprised when Jaune begins thrusting up into her.

There it is. That extra half inch that to Pyrrha quickly became the difference between good and amazing. With Jaune’s help, she begins bouncing hard on top of him, loving every instance of all her weight coming down to meet the force of Jaune’s thrusts. Eventually she begins to lose control, and her hips begin to buck wildly. Jaune does his best to keep up, and the joint efforts of both parties numbs Pyrrha’s legs until she can’t help but let out long moans that are like enchanted music to Jaune’s ears. Pyrrha leans down to kiss Jaune, and without meaning to, gets her clit involved in the action as it is caught between them. She moans directly into Jaune’s ear, motivating him to redouble his efforts.

Suddenly despite her position, Pyrrha becomes the subject of Jaune’s primal nature. She enjoys every motion, twitch, and squeeze. His hands travel from her hips up to her stomach and shoulders, then back down to her bouncing breasts. Every inch of her body that contacts Jaune’s is in complete ecstasy, and every inch that doesn’t screams with jealous desire. Pyrrha leans down and kisses Jaune, muting her moans as well as his as they have at each other in the dark.

At that moment, Jaune notices something. Footsteps are drawing close, and he realizes that others must be leaving the party now. Soon they’ll be coming down this walkway, chatting and laughing. There’s no way he and Pyrrha can make it back to the room like this, and if they’re seen they might be so much as expelled.

Team RWBY sleepily shambles down the stone walkway, reminiscing about the night behind them. Ruby goes on about the desserts, Weiss the music, and Yang embarrasses Blake with tales of the two of them dancing together, and how friendly Blake became in the dark. As they cheerily converse, Blake’s ears perk up, and she looks over toward a small grove of trees. The others stop when the notice, and ask her if something is wrong.

“N-no. I just thought I smelled something a little weird. I’m sure it’s just the food Ruby spilled on herself.” All four of them laugh, and continue on their way. As they walk, Blake tries to put the sounds and smells she just witnessed out of her mind.

Back in the dark, Pyrrha finds herself pinned to a tree trunk, arms wrapped tightly around Jaune. Jaune himself uses his own mouth to silence Pyrrha as he holds her up by her firm buttocks, her legs spread and extended out in the air. Her panties still dangle helplessly from her ankle. Once the passersby are gone, Jaune pulls away, and both get time to breath. They pant and gasp, but Jaune is the only tired one. Pyrrha merely responds to the fact that Jaune is still stuffed deep inside her at the moment, and the amplification of that pleasure by the thrill of nearly being seen. Once Jaune collects himself, he looks back to Pyrrha.

“Sorry. I panicked.” Pyrrha grabs his cheeks, squeezing them until his lips squish together, and grins.

“Keep going.” She feels her clit being pressured by him, and her g-spot being lightly tickled by him. She may never get this chance again, and she won’t even have to put any effort into it.

“But Pyrrha, I think we should-“

“I didn’t ask for your thoughts. Keep going.”

Jaune feels a mixture of fear and excitement. He has never wanted anything more than he wants to please Pyrrha at this moment. He plants his feet firmly, and begins thrusting slowly. He gets a good feeling for this position, and begins getting rougher.

Meanwhile, Pyrrha rides out the experience with her back arched and her head thrown back, leaning against the sturdy tree. She lets her legs go numb as she tightens her core and pelvic muscles, finally finding the perfect angle and tension to get Jaune to rub her spot with every thrust. Before today, she has never felt it probed, but if this position is will feel this amazing every time, she’ll need to start Jaune on more lifting exercises.

In the dark, behind the trees, Pyrrha is held aloft by Jaune as he wildly pounds into her, rubbing her clitoris and g-spot as he does. She moans and gasps despite her best efforts to hold it in, so loud that anyone within thirty feet would know instantly what was happening. Her legs dangle helplessly in the air, hooked over his arms, and her panties flail about, clutched by her curled toes. Her breasts bounce with each upward thrust, and hypnotize Jaune. He has gotten over any fears of being discovered now. His entire purpose now is to pleasure Pyrrha, and continue her moaning. The sound of it is all he lives for.

Pyrrha’s body is now almost totally numb, save for her pussy and breasts, which Jaune has seen fit to toy with as he fucks her senseless. He licks her nipples and rolls his tongue around them, occasionally biting down gently. All this stimulation forces Pyrrha to cover her own mouth, but even that effort is halved by her inability to summon her full strength at the moment.

“P-Pyrrha! I think I’m going to cum soon!” Jaune says, letting her moist nipple fall from his mouth. Pyrrha opens her eyes and sees the desperate look of want and carnal instinct in Jaune’s eyes, and takes satisfaction in having so properly trained him. She kisses him deeply, enjoying the taste of him before pulling back away to speak.

“It’s –ooooh-…perfectly n-n-naaatural for a maaaannn to c-c-cuum!” Pyrrha tries her best to remain in control, but Jaune’s wild thrusts are made even more pleasurable by the feeling of his cock growing inside her as he prepares to finish. She takes a moment to focus, then begins again. “It’s okay Jaune. I know you want to put your seed in me. It’s n-natural. I’ll let you finish on one condition.” She pauses here. She waits for Jaune’s curiosity and desire to end inside her to get the better of him, and it does. He asks what the condition is, already intent on following whatever it is.

“From now on, you, and your cock, belong to me. I get to use you whenever I want. Deal” Jaune can only nod and groan as he holds himself back. Pyrrha smiles. “Good. Then go ahead and let it out for me.”

Jaune groans and somehow finds a last reserve of stamina deep inside him. He thrusts into Pyrrha so hard that the tree on which they lean begins to shake and shed leaves. Pyrrha is shocked, and can only dig her fingers into the bark for some sort of support. Her moans turn into high pitched squeals; cries of immeasurable pleasure. She feels herself drawing near as well, and without thinking wraps her legs around Jaune and squeezes tight. She lifts her hands to Jaune’s cheeks and kisses his face and lips hard, and fast.

“Oh, god! Jaune! Jaune I’m almost there! Just hold it in a little longer please! We can –Oh my god! Please, together Jaune! I’m- ah! Ah! Aaaah!”

Jaune gives one last grand, piston-like movement. Pyrrha feels herself clench down so tight she almost wonders if the muscles in her will ever be able to relax. She feels Jaune’s seed shoot deep into her pussy, warming her stomach as it flows out of him. Electricity runs rampant inside her body as she savors her milky prize. Jaune begins biting down on her neck and shoulders as she continues to tighten her legs around his waist, refusing to let him free and risk his cum leaking out of her.

The two of them remain tangled in one another for a while longer, panting and coming down from their high. The crickets outside continue to chirp as if nothing of note had just occurred. Once Pyrrha regains her senses, she laughs, and asks Jaune to set her down so they can sneak back to their dorm before anyone else comes.