Three Pilots on a Summer Afternoon A Neon Genesis Evangelion lemon by Andrew Aelfwine ***** All characters and situations of Neon Genesis Evangelion belong to their creators and owners, and are merely borrowed for this non- profit fanfiction. No infringement is intended. ***** This is a lemon. In other words, a work of sexually explicit fiction. It should not be read by persons under their local age of consent. ***** Many thanks to Suika Roberts for catching my errors. ********** "You _idiot_." And Asuka was on him, pushing his hands aside, forcing him to the floor of the small storage room. And kissing madly, sloppy wet clumsy sucking attacks with lips and tongue. "I love you," she muttered. "You idiot. You marvelous, wonderful, blithering _idiot_." Shinji was kissing her. He didn't know when he'd started. And her hands were clawing at his shirt, tearing it open, and somehow her blouse was gone, and her bra, and the straps of her jumper were off her shoulders and around her waist, and his hands were cradling her breasts. Their teeth knocked together with an odd hollow sound. She took hold of his hair, pushed his head down, down towards her tempting pink nipples. He caught one with his lips. "Mmmm. Harder. Don't be afraid to...ahhhh... use your teeth... that's it!" "Ikari? Souryuu?" "Oh _no_." "Don't worry, Shinji. I can handle this." Asuka raised her voice slightly. "Come in, Wondergirl. Just close the door behind you, okay?" Ayanami Rei knelt beside them. "This is... what is called making love?" Asuka smiled. "The beginnings of it, anyhow. And there's no room for observers, Wondergirl. Only participants." "My research material-- " "Screw your research material. This is real life, not porno. Come here." She reached out and caught the blue-haired girl behind the nape of the neck, drawing her in for a kiss. "My knees are weak, and there is an odd feeling in my stomach. Am I unwell?" Greatly daring, Shinji sat up and slipped his free arm around her back. "Strange. My heart is beating quickly." Her eyes met Shinji's. He couldn't look away. "Don't be a dummy, Shinji. Kiss her." Neither moved. Asuka sighed. "Do I have to do _everything_?" She pulled her fellow pilots together. "That's better." They broke the kiss, and turned as one to press their lips against hers. "_Much_ better," she mumbled before surrendering. "Souryuu. You taste different to Ikari." Was it his imagination, or had a hint of quiet wonder crept into her voice? "When you're making love to people, you should call them by their given names." "I'm sorry." Shinji didn't know where the wild impulse came from. "Quiet," he growled. "There's more important things to do than talk." He seized Rei about the waist and pulled her down. She made a slight eeping noise; he would have been shocked if he'd had time to think about it. Instead, he went to work on her clothes. She tried to help him, but Asuka caught her hands, softly nipping the fingertips before moving in to kiss her on the mouth again. Rei wore only her shirt. He had a vague memory of thrusting the jumper down about her ankles, of her kicking it off. Asuka was beneath them, now, the two of them holding her pinned as they kissed and nuzzled her face and body. She squirmed against the mock confinement. Rei reached downward and loosened her buttons; together they removed both jumper and panties in one swift pull. The delicate patch of red curls at the juncture of her legs was one of the prettiest things he'd ever seen. He fingered it, curious. The hair was soft, not nearly as coarse as it looked, and her skin was warm beneath. She moved her hips upward, pressing against his hand, making little pleased-sounding noises. He followed the curve of her body, the soft skin folding inwards, down between the strong muscles of her thighs; she was damp there, with something thicker than sweat, and he slipped two fingers a little further into the velvety crevice. "Oooo, Shiiiinjiiii." He paused, hoping he hadn't done something wrong. "Ooooo, don't stop, don't..." Her voice was hoarse, and her accent was very strong. She seized his hand, guiding him in, and out, and in, and out. His thumb touched a little nub of flesh; she gave a small cry, and Rei's forefinger was there, stroking the same spot. He had picked up Asuka's rhythm, and now her arms were around his back and Rei's waist. She cried out again, and he could feel her muscles spasm, pulling him in. She lay still a moment, eyes closed. "Mmmmm, thank you. I think it's someone else's turn, now." And somehow there was a complicated motion that ended with Rei completely nude and Shinji on his back below her, as Asuka pulled at his clothes. "Come on, Third Child, let's show the First what we can do." He was suddenly, overwhelmingly conscious of the tightness in his groin, and knew that there would be a wet spot on his trousers. And that something wasn't quite right, something both health classes and schoolyard rumour said was vital. "I, uh, don't have any, uh, protection. Sorry." He could imagine the gossip, the whispers behind their backs. Suzuhara and Aida would want to know _everything_. Rei would have to get an abortion. Misato-san would be furious. And his father would do something dreadful to all three of them. "Shinji-kun." It was the first time she'd ever used his given name. "Doctor Akagi says I don't have to worry about that." She kissed him softly on the forehead. "And she gave me a contraceptive implant last week. So shut up and let me get these pants off." She tugged at his waistband with one hand, fingering Rei with the other. "You're certainly wet enough, Wondergirl." The feeling of the cloth pulling over his erection bordered on painful, and her grasping fingers were almost enough to send him over the edge. "Shall I insert the entry plug?" "One of my books said the first time is never long enough. Second is reported to be better." And Rei was sliding down him, suddenly, and something wet was circling the head of his sex, and with a moment of shock he realised what she was about to do. The boys whispered about this. They said it was something real sluts did. He had a feeling that girls didn't like it. And the thought of Rei doing anything she wouldn't enjoy was unbearable. "You... don't have to do that. Rei-ch..chan." Her hand was around his shaft, and her lips around the tip. "She wants to, sweet stupid Shinji." Asuka's smile was soft and fond, and the word that had been an insult a few minutes before was an affectionate nickname now. "So kiss me, and let her have her fun." She was working him in the same rhythm as he had Asuka. There was nothing in the world but her lips and Asuka's neck and shoulder pressed against his mouth. He was vaguely aware of one hand twined in Rei's hair and the other cupping Asuka's rump. And then there was a sensation washing through him, better than any wet dream or late night act of adolescent desperation. When he opened his eyes, the two girls were kissing each other. He reached out and slipped an arm around each, and they tumbled on top of him, warm and slippery with sweat, skin against skin against skin. Rei kissed him; he thought he should mind the salty taste, but he didn't. And he was hard again, and Asuka's fingers were guiding him into something wet and warm and tight. Rei moved above him, supported on her palms and knees. He tried to help her, but Asuka pushed his hips gently downward. He reached up and took a breast in each hand. The contrast was lovely, small and dish-shaped and larger and pendant. Asuka's hands were everywhere, stroking and teasing both of them. Rei's eyes were closed, her tongue caught between her teeth. She thrust herself against him, slow and deep, fast and shallow. He was close to the peak himself. One of the underlined parts in a dirty novel Misato had left lying out had said something about remembering baseball scores. It was supposed to stop a man from coming before his woman. He didn't know any baseball scores. He was still worrying about what he should review when Rei cried out and lay limp across his chest. Half a second later he followed her. "Wake up, sleepyheads." Asuka nipped his earlobe, nuzzled his cheek and Rei's. "We should get out of here." "You haven't had Shinji inside you yet." "That's okay. I'm sure I'll have a chance sometime soon." She kissed each of them on the lips, and stood up. Rei rose to her knees and caught her by the hand. Shinji followed her lead and threw his arms around the redhead's hips. "Not so fast," he murmured, and kissed her navel, trailing his tongue downward. "We shouldn't. We've been here nearly an hour, and anyone could walk in on us. I'm standing here naked in the middle of the... ooooooh, yes." She pressed his face to her. This was another thing the boys talked about. They said it tasted bad, and guys weren't supposed to like doing it. The boys were idiots. She spread her legs so he could reach more easily inside, and he traced the folds of her sex with his tongue, ending up at that same sweet little bud. Her thighs squeezed him when she came. She pulled him to his feet, and Rei hugged them. "You should have thought about being naked in the middle of the storage room before you dragged me in here," he teased. "I know. But you can't say you didn't enjoy it." "No." Rei licked his cheek. "It tastes good." "Yeah." They held each other a moment more before dressing. Shinji's shirt would need a new button, and they'd pulled open a seam on Asuka's jumper. "Well, I guess I was right about three things." Asuka draped her arms around her lovers' shoulders. "What?" "One, Shinji-chan, you are useful for _something_. Two, we actually did manage to screw each others' brains out undisturbed at school. And three, Wonderful Gorgeous Sexy Girl here _is_ a natural blue." Rei blushed. "The next question, of course, is simple. Is the intrepid, fearless, and beautiful Major Katsuragi Misato a natural purple?" "Asuka!" Rei smiled. "Could we investigate tonight?" "No!" ********** Well, it looks as if I've written a lemon. And, what's worse, a plot-what-plot, slightly out-of-character lemon. Oh well.