Track Day A Sailor Moon Sekkushiaru Roman by Mark Berger Serena The Tokyo championships are on the line for Crossroads High. And I'm the one who's going to make or break it, at least in the Sixteen-hundred meter race. Yeah, me - formerly the laziest girl in Crossroads Junior High - running not just any track race but a full mile! Alex and I have been running practically neck-and-neck for the whole season. Sure, we could use our Senshi powers and blow everybody away by miles and miles - there's a certain level that we can use without transforming into Sailors Moon and Uranus - but that would be totally unfair, and besides, we don't need to. We've pretty much owned this event for the whole year. Alex is standing there, cutting her usual athletic figure in her maroon-and-green Mugen Gakuen uniform. Michelle is in the stands, no doubt cheering on her girlfriend all the way. I know that Darien is either there or will be very soon, but the race is about to start! Rei shouts something to me. I can't hear her over the noise of the track, but I know that it's, "Good luck!" I smile back to her and mouth, "It's not luck." Rei just smirks. * * * Darien Damn, why is this crowd so jammed up!? It's really hard to get in, and I'm going to miss Serena's race if I don't hurry! With so many people around, I couldn't possibly become Tuxedo Mask, so I just have to push through. * * * Rei Where the heck is Darien!? The race is about to start! I hear the familiar shout of "Runners, to your marks!" and I turn to see the racers. I helped Serena braid her hair so that it wouldn't drag in the wind. Somehow, she manages to pull that off. "Get set!" and Darien is nowhere in sight. The report of the gun sounds over the stadium. They're off! My heart lifts to see Serena's running. Once, she was all over the place. Now her body is a single fluid line as she bursts off the starting blocks. * * * Alex I briefly wonder where Darien is in the crowd, but as I take the first turn on the track, I manage to pull slightly ahead of the Princess. Just because she happens to be royalty doesn't mean I'm going to hand her anything, especially not this! I spot Michelle easily in her bright-yellow sundress in the visiting- team stands, and it spurs me ahead even more. After the first lap, I'm leading the Princess by almost two body- lengths. We've left the other runners far behind. * * * Serena Oh, Darien, where are you!? As Alex and I enter the first turn of the second lap, she gets even more on her lead, and I'm struggling to keep up. I don't want to give this up - I've worked so hard for it all year! * * * Darien I've finally made it! I run up right next to Rei near the finish line. I'm wearing the shirt that Serena got me last weekend. She'll be sure to see it. * * * Serena Hey, there's Darien! My heart lifts and my feet feel lighter. I had been feeling almost like conceding to Alex, but now that Darien's here, I know I can beat her. The bright sun overhead, a moment before easily the equal of any Nega- creep, suddenly gives all of that energy back fivefold. I feel a grin break out on my face as my stride lengthens and quickens. Before I even know it, I'm neck and neck with Alex as we break the third lap's home stretch, then cross the line to begin the fourth and final lap. * * * Rei I'm screaming myself raw and I don't care. My best friend is neck- and-neck with her last competitor, who also happens to be one of her fiercest protectors. Alex takes a brief lead again as they pass Michelle, but Serena almost immediately pulls even again, then breaks out in front! * * * Serena I turn very briefly to look at my best friend and my lover standing as close to the finish line as they can, cheering me on, and I go back from my distance stride into a sprint. I surprise Alex with this - usually, I wait for the home stretch to start sprinting. I quickly take a lead over Alex and with almost three strides to spare, cross the finish line before her. Just moments after we cross, the rest of the field thunders over the line. Sweat is dripping off of my body in places I never knew I had sweat glands, as I walk to cool down. I turn my head to look at Alex. She seems a bit crestfallen that she's come so far and lost. I offer her my hand and say, "Good race, Ten'ou-san." She shakes it and replies, "Good win, Tsukino-san." Haruna-sensei - the team coach - comes over to congratulate me, and I expect to be led back to the bench by her, but instead she brings me over to the fence, where Darien and Rei are waiting. Rei and I hug, and then Darien sweeps me into an embrace that I never want to end. He whispers into my ear, "After you win the discus throw later, why don't we go over to my place and have a real celebration?" The words are like magic. * * * I did indeed win the discus throw (of course!), and the medal ceremony took place just before the rain began. It's a warm rain, and Darien and I are quite the happy couple as we walk back toward his apartment, drenched to the skin by the fall of water and basking in the dusky light of the evening. We stop in the park - it's totally deserted. We kiss, drinking deeply of one another. I tangle my hands in his wet hair, and he does his in mine, brushing hairpins loose and letting my hair fall to my ankles. I bend over deeply and he pushes forward slightly to balance us. Oh. . . My. . . God. . . I moan loudly into his mouth - his leg is brushing right up against my sweet spot. God, how it's so hard to think of anything but how badly I want the man in my arms, as he ravishes my mouth with his. I ride his leg eagerly, wanting more as the familiar hot, liquid feeling starts to build up inside of me. God how I love it. I hear his moan mixing with my own, and it fills me with love and lust. Forcing my eyes to open so I can feast them on his trim, athletic figure, I notice how his wet shirt clings to his every curve and angle. It's a wonderful picture, but I soon close my eyes again to fully savor the magic of what he's doing to me as my insides turn to honey. He whispers, "I love you, baby." Head swirling from the sensations building up faster than my brain can process them, I manage to reply, "And I. . . love you, Darien." Darien is making me feel so wonderful and I wish it could never end. I feel every glorious moment as his thumbs stroke my nipples through my soaked blouse. I hear my voice pleading, "Darieeeeeeennnnnn. . . Please. . ." And then, in a harsh whisper, I beg him, "Now. . ." His left hand, which had been holding me steady, moves in slightly, and I feel an unimaginable heat wash over me as he caresses the most sensitive part of my body. Then all thought flees from me. My back arches so sharply that I think I'm going to break in half, and my lips break away from Darien's long enough for me to scream his name out loud as I take a fantastic voyage. Vaguely, I feel Darien's hands behind me, keeping me from tumbling to the ground as my legs clamp around his. Oh God, what a wonderful feeling! I become dimly aware of the rain falling on my super-hot skin, and I'm vaguely surprised that it doesn't boil on contact, that's how hot I feel to my own senses right now. We sink to the wet grass together, not caring that our clothes will be stained with grass and mud, and Darien holds me gently as the last of my tremors leave me. As I press myself against him to calm myself, I feel how rigid he is, how tight and quivering his manhood as he struggles to contain himself. I move away from him slightly and we cross the street to his apartment, to continue this inside. Once we're inside, we shed our muddy, soggy clothes. Darien has managed to get a little bit away from his no-return point, but he still looks very stiff. I plan to fix that - as wonderful as my first climax was, I'm still hungry for another, and I want to share everything with Darien. I lead him the rest of the way into the bedroom. Fortunately, I slept over here last night, as I do whenever I can, so the fold-out bed is still folded out - that little twin bed of his would never do. I sleep so much better when I'm near Darien than I do at home. And I wanted to be totally rested for today. I open his drawer and pull out a rubber. Protection has been very important for us - there's no way that I could have stayed on the track team if I'd gotten pregnant, and I still have another year in school besides. Not to mention the fact that kaa-chan and tou-chan would have coronaries and die if that happened. Delicately, gently I roll the condom onto him, and then, and only then, can we become one. I crawl up next to him, kissing every square inch of his body that I can reach, and then, obeying an impulse, carefully lick a circle around each of his nipples, nip at them, play with them and make him gasp as he has made me gasp in the *very* recent past. His hands reach for my breasts and begin to knead them, making me feel absolutely wonderful. I move up once more, push down and moan out loud as I finally feel him inside me. Darien always says that it turns him on when I moan like that. God knows it makes me feel hotter just to hear my voice, so deepened by my desire for him that it sounds almost like Lita's, burst from my mouth. What we share could very easily be considered holy in its depth and breadth. We move together for God only knows how long, and then I feel it about to happen again. I want Darien to come with me - it feels so much more special that way, if we both feel the same pleasure at once. My mind fogged, I coax Darien along, pleading with my mouth as I stroke his body with my fingers, trying to bring him to the brink before he sends me over it. Just as I finally let go, in the infinite instant of total lucidity before I go mad, I feel his manhood stop quivering and begin to twitch inside of me. Then, we know no more except for the exquisite feelings of union. When it's over, we flop to the sheets, exhausted, our needs satisfied and our bodies covered in sweat. I tremble in Darien's loving arms as he does the same in mine, and we gently stroke each other with hands that are as soothing as they were just a moment ago exciting. A blissful time later, we pad slowly, hand-in-hand to his kitchen to make some coffee and get some food from the fridge, both wrapped in matching fluffy white bathrobes that we bought each other for last Christmas. Darien kisses me, then quips, "Now what does the human vacuum cleaner want for her snack?" But he says it - as he always does - with love in his eyes, and I know perfectly well that he's a terrible tease, but also that he never means it, so I'll forgive him for it. Besides, he has a point. I eat enough to feed the army of Alexander the Great. I look hungrily at a pizza box. An appetite for pepperoni and mushrooms has awakened. Unfortunately, the box is empty. I give Darien the puppy-dog face and he breaks down in less than his usual thirty seconds, and I exult in my triumph while he orders Little Ceasar's. "You can be a ruthless little minx when you want to be, you know that?" "Oh, believe me, I do, Darien," I reply. I brush my body intimately close to his, and he takes me in his arms and we kiss again for a long moment. I could tell you the rest of how we whiled away that long, stormy June night, but a girl's gotta have some privacy. -- Author's Notes: What's a "sekkushiaru roman," you may ask? It's Japanese for "sexual romance" (well, actually a phonetic translation of the English words), which is really a more accurate term for romantic hentai stories, since "hentai" is Japanese for "sexually perverted." Just call them "sweet lemons" for short. For comparison, the widely (in)famous naughty-tentacle OAVs "Urotsuki Doji" and "La Blue Girl" are hentai, the relatively (and unjustly) obscure OAV "End of Summer" and its sequel, (obviously) "End of Summer 2" are sekkushiru roman. Now that's out of the way, Sailor Mac and I have decided that all of our future lemons will carry this label rather than the traditional "lemon" label because heck, lemons are sour and we try to keep our stories sweet, with just the right amount of spice ('cause life needs some spice every once in a while!). Anyway, thanks to everybody who's crawled out of the woodwork in the last few months to tell the Hentai Twins (Otaku and Man) and people like them, "Enough already! We're sick of reading Sailor Moon lemons that are nothing but mindless sex!" Animelill's retraction of her angry comments at the end of Savage Nights part 1 is quite welcome. I wouldn't go so far as to say, "never criticise another Sailor Moon writer," but putting some forethought into your criticism would be a Good Thing. Criticism is necessary, and when something that's as wrong as "The Teacher and Student Relationship" is published, I feel that silence is the worst kind of acceptance (and I've gotten nothing but praise for "Good Touch Bad Touch," which has been added to the Tuxedo Will archive).