He sighed from boredom, his thoughts starting to wonder. As thoughts go, they were really rather aimless for a good while, but after a few minutes, they turned to past memories. All the adventures he'd had with Brock and Misty, and now it just being him and Misty. His thoughts focused in on just Misty, remembering all the things she'd said to him...and all the smackings he'd gotten. Yet...he didn't quite understand why she hadn't been acting quite the same since Brock left. Once, she grabbed his hand, and while she let go quickly, for the first time he had felt a slight jolt of electricity go through him...much like when Pikachu sometimes shocked him, but more pleasant.
He flushed slightly at the memory, not used to such things. He was a young boy still, but things like that had been creeping up on him every so often. He felt a stirring between his legs, something else that had been creeping up on him every so often.
'Awww....not now.' He muttered, feeling his boyhood stiffen slightly. 'Why did it do that?' He asked aloud, leaning upwards to gaze down at his pants, which bulged only slightly. He put his hand on it to try to push it back down, but it only got harder. It also felt kinda good. 'Wow...I didn't know it did that.'
Ash Ketchum never was accused of being bright....
Misty slipped on a robe the place offered, finding it to be a bit sma...